Scottland

Willow and Kennedy slowly walked through the interior of the coven's manor in Scottland. Both the slayer and witch senseed that something was amiss. No one had answered their call and Willow couldn't sense anyone's presence. That either meant that no one was in the building, or that they were dead. Which was something neither of them were willing to accept. The coven had helped out all of them when they needed assistance in rebuilding the Council. To think that anything had happened to them...

"What was that?" asked Kennedy as she took a few steps ahead of her girlfriend and listened for another sound. She could've sworn that she had heard something move close by. Something stealthy.

"I didn't hear anything." Willow whispered gathering her magickal energy just in case they were attacked. She knew that Kennedy could handle herself, but it never hurt to be prepared.

"You stay here for a minute..I'm going to go check down the hall and see if there's anything." the slayer said before pulling a stake out of her pocket and pursuing the sound she had heard earlier.

Kennedy walked slowly timing her footsteps just right so she could listen for sound in between each step. She had learn to become quite stealthy since becoming a vampire slayer, and she loved it. She held on tightly to her wooden stake, ready to use if need be. Something wasn't right, that much she knew. What, was the question. The slayer halted as she heard a crash in a room on the right down the hall. Moving swiftly, Kennedy barged into the room and saw a vampire with fresh blood dripping from its mouth, facing her.

"Oh god." she said, seeing a few dead witches lying on the floor. "You're going to pay for that."

"A vampire slayer, this night keeps getting better." taunted the vampire licking its lips in hunger.

Kennedy just gave the creature a look of anger before jumping in the air toward it. Her foot connected with its jaw and she heard a crack as bones in his face broke. The then continued her attack with a backhand. The vampire dodged the attack and cracked her in the face with a right hook. She brushed the attack off and snapped a side kick to its chest. This sent the vampire to the ground and Kennedy was quick to dive on top of it. She then drove her wooden stake deep into its heart and watched as it combusted in a puff of cinder and ash.

"Will, get in here!"

Moments later Willow walked into the room. She instantly smelt blood and perspiration, and put a hand to her mouth when she looked upon the bodies of her former colleagues. Tears formed in her eyes as they wandered over each corpse slowly.

"What...did this?" she asked Kennedy desperately.

Kennedy walked over and consoled her girlfriend. "He's dust now...but I don't think he was alone...one vamp couldn't take out the whole coven. We should check the wine cellar."

Willow nodded and led the way out of the small room and down the hall toward the spiral staircase. She jumped unexpectedly when the visage of a verocious vampire appeared before her.

"Incindare!" she shouted in Latin and the vampire's body caught on fire and it was quickly turned into ashes.

Hurrying to her side, Kennedylooked at the pile of dust on the wooden floor. This place was crawling with vampires, and it didn't look like there was much hope for the remaining Wiccans in the coven. As much as she hated admitting it.

"He jumped me." Willow stated as she brushed off her hands and looked back at Kennedy.

"Lets hurry, there has to be more." said Kennedy jogging forward and down the stairs to the first floor.

Basement-Coven Manor-Scottland

Grimlack, a Vahrall demon, stood in the wine cellar in the manor of the coven eating the body of the most powerful witch in the building. It had been easy, coming here and massacring the witches. Now that Wolfram and Hart and the Order of the Thorn were one the underworld was quicking gaining more and more power. He and a group of fifty other demons and vampires had came to this manor that night and killed the witches easily. Not to mention the complete high that he was getting from the witches blood.

Another demon, a Congara he guessed, came in and spoke to him. "Grimlack, I sense something. Well, two somethings. Very powerful..more so than what you feast on now." the insolent bottom sucker informed him.

Closing his eyes, Grimlack searched the perimeter of the building with his senses. Moments later he opened his and and flashed his rotting teeth.

"A slayer and another witch...the most powerful witch. Set a trap and lure them here. I want them for myself." Grimlack ordered.

"As you wish." and the demon skulked off to inform the others of the plan.