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Previous Episode: A Hellenic Demon has been terrorizing Sunnydale, and the gang has to find some way to stop it.
Chapter One: Blast from the Past
"I'm telling you, the bloody thing is not going to to work," Spike shouted from the basement. He and Xander had been downstairs all day trying to create an 'Automatic Stake Shooter' for Buffy.
"Oh, it will work. I'll make it work," Xander said with detremination in his voice. He climbed the stairs and came into the kitchen, his protection goggles still covering his eyes. "It just needs more duct tape." He pulled open the top drawer of the counter beneath the microwave. After searching through a pile of used batteries, electrical wires, and screwdrivers, he came across the duct tape. He had already used five roles, but apparently one more was all he needed.
"Hey, guys," Giles began as Spike followed Xander's trail into the kitchen wearing green goggles identical to those Xander had on. Buffy had to admit, they did make him look kind of cute. In that Big-Bad-I'm-an-evil-vampire-angsty-sort of way, she reminded herself. As soon as he noticed he slayer looking at hm and smirking, he ripped them off. "I realize you boys are working hard on your, what are you calling it, a automatic stake sharpener arrow shooter, whatever. But we are working up here as well, and need quiet to consentrate.
"Right, G- Man. We were just going downstairs to make this thing work," Xander said. Spike merely grunted and rolled his eyes, but followed.
"Hey, I think I've found something," Willow said enthusiastically. "It says that a Hellenic Demon was killed by a watcher named William Lemonny in 1836."
"Well," Buffy said. "That settles that. We can't just bring him back from the dead and ask him how he did it." The former librarian and red-headed witch exchanged looks od consideration.
"Actually, Buffy," Giles started, "you may be on to something. Willow, don't know have a spell of that sort somewhere?"
"You can't be serious. I mean, bring someone back from th dead for a five minute conversation," Buffy exclaimed.
"What other choice do we have, Buff?" Willow asked.
"How about a good old stake through the heart? It's always worked whenever I've tried it before," Buffy suggested.
"You know it has to be a spell, Buff. Hellenic Demons can't be killed by a physical wound," Willow explained. "I'll go up and get my spell book." Willow bounded up the stairs to retrieve her beloved spell book. She returned only a moment lateer, her index finger wedged between two pages.
"Found it," she announced.
"Well, what's it say?" Giles insisted.
"Seems pretty full proof to me. There was a side note though. It says that you can't bring back a demon with this spell without getting its not-so-evil counterpart as well."
"Considering Lemonny was no demon, I'd say we won't have a problem. Let's see what we'll need and set up in the living room."
Since the spell thing was more Giles and Willow's thing, Buffy decided to venture downstairs and see what the boys were up to. Before she even reached the stairs, she heard a mixture of yelling and drilling. That's not a good combination for anyone, especially not Xander and Spike.
"Let me do it. I'm older," Spike grunted, "and more experienced."
"No, you're older and senile," Xander returned.
Buffy was amazed that such a small task could take the enery and patience from two grown men. But given the men, she wasn't surprised.
"Come on, guys. I don't need this stake shooter thing. Mr. Pointy is still good as new," Buffy said trying to smooth out this little quabble.
"No, Buff, I am doing this to make your patrolling an easier and more enjoyable experience," Xander claimed.
"No, you're doing this to give me a bleedin' headache. I'm just down here to make sure you don't get saw dust all over my sleeping space, small and inaddiquate as it may be," Spike said.
"Look, it doesn't matter. Just give it up, already. Everyone is tired of your arguing and bickering. Honestly, you two are like little old women."
"Let's just give it another five minutes, okay. Then if I can't get it to work, we'll give it up like you say," Xander compromised.
"Alright, I'm going upstairs to see how Willow is doing with the spell," Buffy told them. When she arriced back in the living room, Willow had already set up. She was circled by a combination of white and gray candles.
"Okay, Giles. I'm ready. Now I'll need silence to concentrate or I might mess up," Willow warned.
She lit the candles and started the spell.
Guardian of Time, hear my call. Bring to us William," she intrupted.
"the bloody thing will not work." Spike came stomping into the living room where everyone stared at him. "What?"
That was about the time the room began to shake violently. A blast of light came from the center candle directly in front of Willow's feet. When they had all regained their sight and the shaling had ceased, they saw two new, or rather familiar, face before them.
"Bloody Hell," Spike exclaimed. Before them stood two men who looked just like Spike. One was dressed as Spike was now, with a black t-shirt and plain black pants. The other was dressed in Victorian style.
"What! I was just about to eat," said the one who had transformed for attack and feeding.
"Willow, what did you do?" Xander asked.
"I said William, then Spike said the bloody, then, this," Willow said.
"Yep, William the Bloody. That's me," said vampire William now back to his normal face. "Now, if you don't mind, I really should be going." Everyone was too shocked to make a motion to stop him.
"Could someone, please, please tell me how I got here?" Asked the first, innocent William.
"And that's how you got here," Giles finished.
"Oh, dear Lord. Do youdo you by any chance, have any tea?" William asked before dazing out again.
"Sure, cinnamon and vanilla," Willow told him.
"Cinnamon, with a bit of sugar. Just cooler than luke warm," Spike intructed her. Everyone, including William stared at him.
"Are you some sort of sorceress as well?" William asked.
"No, vampire, actually. But you try having tea as yuor only beverage for 25 years and see how quickly you forget how you like it." He nodded at Willow who left for the kitchen.
"So, what do we do with him?" Xandre asked.
"We could send him back," Anya suggested.
"No, not without William. The bloodier one, I mean," Giles explained.
"Can we keep him? Anya asked as if she were talking about a lost puppy she had found along the road.
"Well, we'll have to," Giles said.
"Well, if you think he's staying in my basement, then send him packing. There's no room in there for me alone," Spike stated.
"He'll sleep in my room, then," Buffy announced.
"While you're in there?" Spike asked.
"Yeah, he'll have my bed and I'll sleep on the floor. After all, it is our fault he's here."
"Well, really, it's my fault it's here, so I should sleep in your room."
"That's considerateof you, Spike, but he can sleep in my room."
"No, I won't have it. This man is dangerous. Just look at him," Spike accused. They all turned to see William's innocent, blue eyes looking back at them.
"I agree with Spike," he said.
"See? Even he knows he's dangerous,'' Spike said triumphantly.
"No, no. I mean, I can't sleep in Buffy's bed. I must not, can not, ask a lady to give up her sleeping quarters for my comfort."
"Aw, that's so sweet," Buffy cooed.
"Bloody Hell," Spike grumbled.