I didn't find anything in the books, Will. Did you try the internet again? Xander slammed the last book shut. He had read everything!

I tried everything I could think of but there was nothing. It's as if this has never happened before! Willow sighed in frustration.

Anya walked into the dining room and sat down in a chair next to Xander. What are you two doing? It's 2 o' clock in the morning. Why aren't you two sleeping? No wonder you humans are always grumpy and sarcastic. You never sleep.

Willow and I are doing some research. Xander ignored his fiancee's remarks.

We're trying to figure out why there's a hurricane going on in Sunnydale. We think it might have something to do with magic or the hellmouth. But we can't find anything. Willow looked at Anya hopefully. Maybe you can help us out? Is there something we should know about demons who conjure up storms? Maybe a vengeance demon?

Anya rolled her eyes. Oh please! Vengeance demons are a lot more creative than that!

Well, honey bun, is there some other kind of demon then? Xander asked in a sweeter than normal voice.

Anya nodded as she sipped some of Xander's now cold cocoa. Spitting it back into the cup she made a disgusted face. How can you humans drink that stuff?

Xander sighed and closed his eyes. So there are storm conjuring demons then. What kind and how do we find them?

Anya pushed the cup away from her as she shook her head. Well, they aren't necessarily demons---I mean they could be---but they don't have to be.

Xander leaned forward and placed his forehead on the table with a sigh.

What are you getting at, Anya? Willow asked. Is there something else out there that we should know of? What is it?

It's more of a who, really. I don't know the whole story but I once heard some demons talking about the three forces'. They said something about when the three forces' come together in one place, they tend to send a sort of power surge into the atmosphere which inadvertently start storms. The thing is, these three forces' aren't always demon. They can be human or vampire or anything! They might even be animals. It's hard to say.

Can I find these three forces' with a locator spell? I-Is there a spell or something to stop the storm? Willow asked hopefully.

Yes. The locator spell can track the power of the forces and a separation of forces' spell should do the trick if you word it right. But it should work.

Willow stood up and started towards the staircase outside of the dining room. I'll go grab my stuff.

***

Spike looked at his hand where blood had dried and cracked. New blood trickled down the cracks and wetted the old blood. The bleeding had slowed considerable but Spike knew this was only because Buffy didn't have much blood left. He pressed harder on the wound and choked back a sob. If only he hadn't left Buffy. This was his fault. All because he had too much bloody pride!

Buffy's sweater was covered in blood and it rose and fell in uneven gasps. Her breathing had worsened and he doubted she was getting much oxygen. She would be dead in half an hour at most.

No! You are not going to leave me again, slayer! I am not going to let that happen! Do you hear me?! Spike started to shake Buffy in frustration but her body stayed limp and her eyes shut. You're not going to leave me. Spike broke into angry sobs. Dammit! I love you, Buffy! You can't leave me now!

***
Angel held the doctors hand for dear life--Buffy's! They were almost to the cemetery. He had no idea how much time he'd had been gone, but he hoped it wasn't too long. A highway sign flew in front of Angel and the doctor, forcing them to stop and let the wind carry them back a few paces. Leaning back into the wind the two had to retake precious steps.

Back at the hospital, Angel had asked the doctor, why she had agreed to come after he had shown her what he really was. He hadn't wanted to change but he was desperate and thought he might have to force someone to come with him. He was shocked at her response. She told him her story.

I was attacked by a vampire two weeks ago when I was going to my car after work...I was off at midnight. Another vampire attacked the first vampire and told me to get into me car and get away. Of course, I was frozen stiff and watched him fight the other vampire and, I think, kill him. There was this dust everywhere. Then he came over to see if I was all right. I freaked thinking he was after me too and fought the other vampire so he could have me to himself. However, he asked me if I was all right and then he helped me to my car. He lit a cigarette and told me to have a nice night. Then he left. I sat in the car for an hour before I returned to my senses and by that time he was completely gone. I didn't get the chance to thank him. When I saw you I knew you were like him. Why else would you get help for a dying human? If a vampire will risk his life for a human, it would be wrong for me to stay where it is safe while another human needs my help.

Angel had just stared at the doctor. Another vampire helping people? Who on Earth was that? Buffy hadn't mentioned him. Of course, Angel hadn't spoken to Buffy in a while anyway. He would have to ask her about this vampire. Maybe he could use a job. It would be nice if Angel could have another vampire to work with.

The howling wind was deafening and the rain beat down like sharp needles on the travelers' faces. Yet, still they pushed on. There was a human being out there somewhere in desperate need of their help. Without their help, she would die.

After what seemed an hour or two, Angel led the doctor into the cemetery and pointed to Spike's crypt. They were almost there. Hang on, Buffy. I'm coming! Angel was ripped from his thought as a large tree branch hit him in the head--hard! Angel was out cold before he hit the ground.