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Chapter nineteen

The night before the battle

Buffy got home an hour later. She found Spike in the basement punching a punching bag.

"SO… Where's tall, dark and forehead?" Spike asked turning around.

Buffy rolls her eyes.

"Let me guess. You can smell him."

"Yeah, that and I also used my enhanced vampire eyeballs to see him."

Buffy looks at the punching bag Spike was punching and sees a piece of paper taped to it. It's a sketch drawn in black marker on white paper. On it is a drawn person. The hair is sticking up. X's for eyes and fangs on the frowny face. Buffy rolls her eyes at the picture that's supposed to be Angel.

"You know, one of these days I'm just gonna put you 2 in a room and let you wrestle it out," Buffy said.

"No problems at this end," Spike says throwing an empty cigarette packet onto the bed, "SO where's the trinket."

"The who-kit?"

"The pretty necklace your sweetie-bear gave you. The one with all the power. I believe it's mine now," Spike said.

"How do you figure?" Buffy asks.

"Someone with a soul, but more than human. Angel meant to wear it, so that makes me the qualified party," Spike explains.

Spike holds out his hand.

"It's volatile. We don't know—"

"You'll be needing someone strong to bear it, then. You planning on giving it to Andrew?" Spike cuts her off.

Buffy looks at the amulet in her hands and then at Spike.

"Angel says it's meant to be worn by a champion," Buffy informs Spike.

Spike looks down at the ground disappointed. Buffy walks over to him and holds it out to him.

"Been called a lot of things in my day."

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Andrew, Amanda, Giles and Xander are looking intently at a map on the table. Andrew is wearing a red hooded cloak.

"I'm- I'm- I'm all turned around. You're here?" Giles asks pointing to a place on the map.

"By the pillar, yeah. I'm protecting this area."

"That puts me over by the door. Demons surrounding the perimeter— Right! I open the door," Giles explains.

"You go through the door and are confronted by Trogdor the Burninator," Andrew reads out of a book.

"Oh, bugger it. Fight," Giles said.

Giles rolls the dice and then takes a sip of wine.

"Adios to 5 hit points. Trogdor has badly wounded you," Andrew explains.

"Well wait a minute," Giles puts on his glasses, "Bag of illusions."

"Illusions against a Burninator? Silly, silly British man," scoffs Andrew

Giles takes another sip of his wine.

"I invoke a time flux on Trogdor," Amanda announces.

Andrew looks over at Amanda

"Step down girlfriend. You can't just—"

"Ninth level sorcerer, and I carry the emerald chalice. Trogdor is frozen in time. Deal with it," Amanda cuts him off.

"Smack down a little red riding hood. This could get ugly," exclaims Xander.

"Could it possibly get uglier? I used to be a highly respected watcher, and now I'm a wounded dwarf with the mystical strength of a doily. I just wish I could sleep," Giles complains.

"What kind of person could sleep on a night like this?" Amanda asked.

Xander looks over at Anya, who is passed out on the table in the chair beside him.

"Only the crazy ones," replies Xander.