Spike raced over to the girl, in desperation and total surprise. "It can't be!" Spike said breathlessly, despite having to breath anyway. He leaned over the girl and his jaw dropped, "bloody hell," he muttered again, seeing the face, and knowing it was Buffy.

"Is it?" Stammered Fred, still a little surprised as she looked over at the fallen girl. "She had strong magic about her… and isn't Buffy a blonde?"

"It's dirt…" Spike said quietly, picking up the girl and setting her into his lap. Her hair was like sticks it was so filthy. The rags were torn and her breasts were barely covered, and her body was just as dirty. He could smell magic hanging off of her, and her scent was so faint, it must've been why he hadn't recognized her.

"What happened to her?" Spike asked, to no one in particular, looking at the girl he hadn't recognized the last previous moments. The fear in her scared breaths, the dirty, sickly look to her appearance, the powerful magic…

"We are finding out now," Angel said his voice firm and serious. It was also filled with anger, wondering who could've brought such a fate onto Buffy. "Chain her up,"

"Chain her?" Spike growled, setting the sleeping Buffy on the ground and turning to face Angel, his face angry. "That won't get her to calm down, we need to try something else, and like hell I will let you chain her up."

"Look's like we won't have to chain her up after all." Lorne remarked, pausing the growing feud between the two as he pointed to the stirring Buffy, the dart must not have been that strong, since she was already waking up.

She grabbed the dart with the red feather and yanked it out, throwing it to the ground and staring at it, scared and horrified. She looked up to see two men in front of her as she scrambled against the wall, purple wisps of magic coming off her body, as she watched them with large eyes.

"Buffy, love, calm down," Spike cooed, kneeling down, close to her body, which she pushed against the wall, watching the man. His hand went to move the hair from her eyes but he received a small shock through his body at the touch of her hair. His hand shot back as fast as he shook his hand. "Bloody hell!" He shouted through his teeth, causing Angel to let out a snort of laughter.

That frightened Buffy as she started crying, holding out her hands, to keep the vampire away from her. Angel walked over to Buffy and pushed Spike behind him, causing Spike to growl. He knelt down this time and stared at Buffy, whose scared eyes just stared back. He slid out his hand, which was shaking. She looked down at his hand, and then met back with his eyes, nervous.

Her hand slid out, shaking like Angel's, but more. Purple wisps came from her hand until it met Angel's, and he slowly grasped it. He stood slowly, his hand still holding Buffy's as she stood, her body looking even frailer now that she was standing.

"Angel." Angel said to her, pointing to himself, trying to indicate that it was his name. He tried smiling, but it came out as his sheepish, nervous smile he was known for. She just stared at him, and he slowly led her over to the others, and then was joined by Spike, who watched their hands aggravated.

Lorne held out his hand, eager to read the girl's mind. He wanted her to speak, and then sing, so he could find out what had happened to the powerful slayer he had met years back. She recoiled back away from him, turning around and leaning against Angel, her hands wrapped up against his chest. She let out a whimper and Angel awkwardly wrapped his hands around Buffy, trying to calm her down.

She looked up at him; staring into his eyes again as she let out a little whisper, "Help." Spike jumped, surprised by the sound of her voice. It was small, weak, and what had really scared him was the sound of fear.

Angel nodded and touched her hair lightly, causing her to wince. "Sing." He told her, causing her a moment of confusion that passed through her face. The expression disappeared as she recognized the word.

"Sing?" She asked again, her voice cracking, her voice chords sore from lack of use. Angel just nodded to her and she opened her mouth again, trusting the man who she leaned against. "I touch the fire and it freezes me I look into it and its black. Why can't I feel?" She sang her voice cracking and faltering.

Spike heard the song she sang and recognized it, thinking back to that night as he turned away, sadness consuming him. He walked from the room, not wanting everyone to see him like that, and not wanting Angel to be the one that holds her.

Angel looked from Spike's back to Lorne, looking for a reaction. Lorne's eyes widened slightly as he walked from the room, opening the first door and going in, throwing out two humans who were inside. He slammed the door and they all heard the door locking.

"Uh oh," Fred said quietly, as Wesley protectively put his arms around Fred, both their eyes watching Angel, unsure of what to do.