The wall smashed through, and the dust cleared. Spike blinked.

The girl stood in front of a gilded chair, chained to its arms by her wrists. She was not dressed in white robes, and most surprisingly, seven huge white-feathered wings sprouted from her back and stretched skyward towards the full moon above.

"Jesus Chr-…" Spike started, but was cut off by the screams of robed bystanders.

"Intruders!"

"Seventy times seven can be forgiven! There are too many people! Too many!"

"They'll throw off the sacred number! More than four hundred and ninety people are in the room!"

A man rushed up to them and Buffy knocked him out.

"Is that our girl? She asked, pointing to the seven-winged being in the middle of the room.

"Yep. A couple feathers more than our girl, but it's her all the same," the blonde man returned.

They moved towards the golden chair, but stopped when the girl wrenched her hands up and broke the chains. She stretched out her right arm, and it began to glow with a white light.

The two remained motionless, transfixed with the growing light, when a crash echoed from behind them. They turned around to see the rest of the Scoobies spilling into the room, Giles tripping with the weight of a huge open book in his arms.

"Oh, good Lord!" he exclaimed when catching sight of the light.

"Giles, less ogling and more talking. How do we stop it?" Xander demanded, pulling free of the hypnotic glow.

The older man flipped through the volume frantically. "It doesn't say anything about stopping it. It just keeps repeating how pure the human has to be in order to release Gabriel. Nothing at all about halting the process!"

"So she has to be pure? Well there's no problem there. How pure can a teenager be?" Xander laughed.

Giles shook his head. "Pure of 'sins of the flesh', it says. The Society keeps close watch on things of this…er…nature. As much as I hate to say this, she is unfortunately clean."

"So let's un-clean her," Anya suggested. "And quick."

They all stared. "What?" she demanded. "I know how icky that sounded, but all I meant was that she needed a little good corruption."

More silence. Everyone was still staring at Anya, except one person. Buffy turned to touch Spike's shoulder. He stood taciturn, lost in the vision of the light of the archangel.

"Spike, are you ok?" she questioned.

He was completely zoned out. "I feel so weird inside. Like…I gotta do something. I have to…attack her or something."

"Natural vampiric aversion to all that's holy, I suspect," Giles commented.

Spike ignored this and began to walk forward. "Gotta do something…" he whispered.

Something clicked in Giles' head and he nodded. "Yes! Buffy, let him go! This is in the book. Let him go!"

Buffy let go of Spike's arm and backed off. "What's he going to do?"

Giles looked to the girl with an air of understanding.. "He's going to corrupt an archangel."