"Buffy, are you sure about this? I mean, I can perform the spell, but, really, think about it. Magically dying for a day. Isn't this a little…sad? I mean, think about Giles and your mom…" Willow stammered, looking down at the spell in the book. She looked back up at Buffy, who paced around their dorm room.

Buffy looked back at Willow, nodding. "Wills, I can go with Angel to LA, and we can be together, I can finish school there and live with Angel. He has his own business, and his friend gets visions from the good guys. So I would still be saving people, and around people who have accepted Angel. You should meet Wesley; he trusts Angel and accepts that he is a vampire. If the counsel thinks I am dead, they can concentrate on Faith; I have always disrespected the counsel anyway." Buffy told Willow, who went back to concentrate on the book in her lap.

Buffy moved over and took a seat on Willow's bed, putting her head on her shoulder as she looked at the words in the book. "You can come and visit me and Angel in LA, and I will send you emails and write you letters and stuff… under a different name of course…" Buffy said quietly to her best friend.

Willow shut the book, wrapping her arms around the Slayer as she let out a small sob. "You are the best thing to happen in Sunnydale… since… ever! I mean, so much has happened because of you, and I will miss you so much…" Willow said, hugging her friend tightly.

"Do the spell Will." Buffy muttered, after they both spent a long moment hugging each other. Willow nodded, wiping her eyes as she stood up, the book in hand as she walked over to the group of ingredients set up on the floor. Willow took a seat in the middle of the mass of herbs as she found her place in the book.

"I called Angel… although he didn't answer. I left a voicemail though, so he should get it when he wakes up, or whatever." Buffy said slowly, becoming a little scared. She was going to die… again. At least this time she was going to avoid being buried, the spell would wear off soon, so the farthest Buffy would get to is the hospital, where Angel would be waiting and they could just sneak away.

Her mind began to wander, wondering if what would happen if Willow's spell worked longer than expected, would she be buried alive? She shuddered, thinking about her worst fear. Her worst nightmare, being stuck in a coffin and put underground. She took a deep breath, knowing Angel would risk his life to save her; he would be there when she woke up and would take her from Sunnydale. And they would live happily in LA, and there would be no Watcher to tell her who to fight, and no mother to tell her who to love. "Do it Will."

"Take her spirit for a day, for twenty-four hours wander away from your body and when the time is done let her spirit and body reconnect, and let her wake up." Willow said the spell in a loud clear voice, a tear running down her cheek as she looked to her best friend.

Buffy let out a surprised gasp as a yellow light came from her mouth, floating in the air. Willow watched as the Slayer's body paled and fell limply on the bed. The yellow light traveled with the wind, disappearing out the window. Willow was in shock, despite knowing that Buffy wasn't really dead, it still surprised her.

Willow ran over to her friend's cold body, letting out a cry as she sobbed, finding the sight horrifying. Willow grabbed for the phone, punching in Giles' number. "GILES! BUFFY! She…. She… I found her… and… her… she's dead…." Willow stammered into the phone, looking to the floor as she scampered over to the book, slamming it shut and sliding all the ingredients into a box that she closed.

"What? How? Call 911 Willow, now. I will be there shortly." With that, the phone went dead. Willow hung up the phone, letting out a cry, looking again to her friend's body as tears ran down her cheeks. It looked so real… so… scary. Willow took a deep breath, knowing she had to listen to Giles. She called 911.

"Someone called for you earlier Angel." Wesley said absently, reading a book. He looked up, looking to the brooding Angel who picked up his cell phone, staring at it. "You still don't know how to use it, do you?"

"You know, to think they would make this stuff easier… it was probably just Cordelia, telling us about a vision or a patient, I am not going to deal with it. I am going to bed until sundown." Angel turned right back around, tossing the cell phone over his shoulder, going into the bedroom and slamming the door. Wesley rolled his eyes, looking back down to the book.

Spike stared at the cigarette carton, wondering if they would smell a cigarette. He needed one pretty badly, considering he had been stuck in the forsaken cave, doing absolutely nothing but watching as they stared into the caldron. It was boring, Spike would have rather listened to Buffy taunt him them do absolutely nothing.

And that said a lot.

"They did it… Buffy is dead, and Angel will find her body and stake himself. Such a modern rendition of the bard's classic, but it has been quite enjoyable." The man said to Guinevere, his hands coming close to the caldron.

Spike's eyebrow rose as he listened to the words. Was Buffy dead? He was supposed to kill Buffy, not some goddamn demon who decided to stay a while in Sunnydale.

"Tonight Angel will find her body in the hospital and stake himself… and then she will wake up to his dust. Killing off two champions, including the vampire who will determine the outcome of the apocalypse." The man cooed softly, foretelling the future, which only confused Spike, and pissed him off.

"Peaches? A champion? The most he did was eat rats off the streets for a hundred years and then shag a Slayer. If that's all that qualifies you, I think I should join the club as well." Spike muttered to himself, the cigarettes seeming to taunt him now.

"Now I have to decide when to attack…" Spike mumbled, putting one in his mouth, just to hold onto out of habit. He looked to the two figures, seeing one walk from the cave. Spike smiled, seeing Guinevere was gone.

He could probably take the wizard one, Guinevere, on the other hand would kick his ass. Which was why Spike hadn't jumped in to stop them hours ago. He preferred to stay alive out of all this. He really hated being the good guy for once.

"I am afraid she is dead." The doctor said sadly, looking to the faces that all awaited the news. "She was dead by the time the paramedics came to get her from the dorm. The cause of death is unknown, but we do believe she may have been poisoned by some substance…"

Willow was at the pay phone, calling Angel again, just in case.

"Hello?" Willow didn't recognize the voice; she figured it to be Wesley.

"Buffy… she is dead and-" Willow was cut off as the phone went silent. She didn't even have the chance to explain about the spell.