Authors Note: This is the last chapter in the first Ep. If you guys want the story to continue then let me know. I'm also up for constructive criticism. Not flames, but constructive criticism.

Act 4 Scene 1

It was dark out, that much was certain. The sky had its typical late August clouds and Rick was going to be glad for September and the Indian Summers it tended to give the usually foggy city.

He had just pulled up to the parking lot at the Daly City Bart. He slowly scanned the parking lot and saw what he was looking for in the farthest corner. The white utility van Anna had insisted he buy for her plan tonight was parked and waiting. He pulled his black BMW up next to it and got out of the car. As he got out of the car he saw the very sight that made him sick to his stomach.

In the car laid Anna bloodied and hacked at all down her torso, as though she were attacked by some twisted demented psychopath. He shook her franticly, "Anna, Anna wake up!"

Anna groaned, her eyes fluttered open, and she pretended at slow shallow breaths.

"Anna what happened?"

"The girl…I called you because I found her…"

"What girl?"

"The girl…one from…other night…found her…AHHH!" She screamed out in pain at the end.'

"She did this?"

Anna nodded, "ran inside."

"She's inside?" Anna's eyes closed and her body went limp.

"Anna!" Ricky checked her pulse and breath, finding nothing.

Scene 2

Dawn stood waiting for the train that would take her to tonight's patrolling area. Her backpack was full of lighter weapons was slung over her shoulder.As the train pulled up Dawn felt a hand on her arm. Dawn was forever the sister of a Slayer, THE Slayer in all actuality. It was for this reason she spun with her fists clenched ready to throw a punch.

"Whoa there kiddo!" Griffin exclaimed.

"Griff, what the Hell are you doing here?"

"There is a coven meeting in Berkeley I thought I would check out. The one I found in the dorms was a bit…well…"

"Clueless?" Dawn finished."

Griffin nodded and nervously rocked back and forth on his feet and ran his fingers through his hair.

"So…Why the journey to the East Bay?"

"Work in Oakland, kind of an on assignment thing."

"Work? At 10:30 at night? Can't on assignment spy crap wait until tomorrow?

"Who said I was a spy?"

"I'm just attempting to find out the mystery behind Dawn Summers."

"Dawn?" The voice came from behind her.

Dawn swung around to be face to face with Ricky. The appearance of a good looking guy and not a creature of the night startled her, he could be a vamp.

"Can I help you?"

"We have a mutual friend or two," He grabbed her arm, his hand turned into the same as his Durlock form.

"You! You're the rouge…" she trailed off when she realized that she could compromise herself in front of Griffin by categorizing daemons in front of him.

"You seemed like an innocent girl. I mean you are stupid to be hanging out with murderous sluts like Kitty, but innocent," he growled, "seems like I underestimated you."

"Look buddy, I'm not looking to get in the middle of some battle of the exes."

"Dawn is this guy bugging you," Griffin inquired.

"Griffin get away, now please."

"Yeah Griffin, I'd hate for this to go any farther," Ricky's blue eyes pierced into Dawns.

"Let go of me," Dawns teeth were clenched and her face set with rage.

Ricky began to pull such force that her bones began to crack, "I said let GO!"

With that a piercing green light filled the area knocking Dawn to the ground. When she sat up she looked around the loading platform in shock, both Ricky and Griffin were gone.

Scene 3

Dawn went to the hospital and had her arm in a sling. By the time Em and Connor got her message and got to St. Mary's Medical Center. By then Giles had already been called and on research duty.

It was the next day and back at Connor and Em's place Dawn was pacing around and staring at the cell phone laying on the table.

Connor sat sprawled on the couch watching her with an eyebrow raised, "Will you sit down? I'm sure your boss will call any second with all the news you need."

"Heh, yeah? You think? You think Giles will call up and say, 'Hey Dawnie! Wonderful news, your friend and the crazy psychopath are in a world of happy chipmunks and flowers and all is right with the world?' You say you grew up in a Hell Dimension! You should know better. That is, if they are alive at all. They could have blown up! What if little microscopic bits of them are all over Daly City Bart? Or what if they ARE in HELL and return having aged 300 years?"

"Then they lived life and died about 250 years ago, if they died of old age that is," Connor stated matter-of-factly.

Em hit him in the arm angrily, "Not helping dork!"

Just then the phone rang with "God Save The Queen" jingling through the air.

"Nice ring tone," Conner grumbled.

Dawn picked it up as she scowled at him, "Giles! Give me some good news here."

Giles's voice came over the line in a hurried stutter, "Dawn, it seems quite likely that they were transported somewhere."

"So not blown up?"

"No, more than likely they are in another dimension. The problem is knowing which one."

"Any clue how we can do that?" Dawn was all business now.

"It seems to me that all we need is to locate the source and then we can maybe backtrack the magicks that placed them in that realm. Now going from the way you described the occurrence seems to lend to very strong magicks that have been pent up for quite some time."

"And this creepy battery would be…" the line was quiet, "Come on Giles I need to know if I can do anything for Griffin and Mr. Wacko-Shiny-Man."

"Dawn, it seems very likely the source is, The Key."

"You mean the source is…ME?"

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