The next night, everyone but Buffy had gathered in the library. She was patrolling, watching for Shawn. A random vampire sprang out of the darkness, but she staked it effortlessly, and kept moving. Back in the library, Willow had just finished lighting the candles and incense around the room, and Giles was sitting in the newly drawn pentagram on the floor. Oz walked up beside Willow and asked Giles, "Are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be. Oz, are you sure you can handle the Latin?"
He nodded his head, and Buffy walked in. She took her place in the circle surrounding Giles and the pentagram, along with Xander and the others. Oz began chanting and Willow sprinkling the herbs around Giles. A bright light began to encompass Giles, when he suddenly screamed, and collapsed. Willow knelt next to him to check for a pulse. She looked up at Oz and Buffy. "He's dead."
Buffy ran out the doors, heading to the cemetery. She had to find Spike, maybe he had seen who killed Giles' brother. No, who had killed Giles.