AN: See previous Chapters for disclaimer.

Previously…:

"I know you can, I just don't want you to worry about Murdoc when you've got Vampires to deal with," Mac said.

"Thank you for worrying. I'd better let you rest if your going home today," Buffy said, getting up, and heading out.

Now…:

Buffy helped Mac get back settled into his house, but Willow's constant hovering was driving him nuts. It was Xander who finally got the technopagan to let Mac rest, and that they would check on him in the morning. So when Mac heard a knock on his door, he assumed it was Pete.

"Come in," Mac called. "Door's unlocked."

"And that was your first mistake, MacGyver," a familiar voice, the voice of the Vampire Peterson, hissed in Mac's ear. A knife was pressed to MacGyver's throat. "Your second was inviting me in without looking to see who it was." Mac swallowed, feeling the knife dig into the skin of his throat.

"What do you want?" Mac asked.

"I've got what I want. You. You know, I would have just turned you, but no, you and those brats had to beat me. Now you just die," Peterson hissed. He pulled Mac upright and dragged him to the bedroom before clouting Mac in the back of the head, knocking MacGyver unconscious.

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Giles met Buffy, Willow, and Xander outside of their hotel. The look on his face could only be described as flustered.

"I found more to the prophecy!" Giles said hurriedly.

"What! What does it say?" Buffy demanded. Giles took off his glasses and began to polish the lenses.

"Only that the Selfless One must defeat the threat to the Grounded Phoenix. I still don't know who the Selfless One is," Giles said with a sigh. Buffy scowled.

"It's MacGyver," she said with conviction.

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Mac awoke to a throbbing headache and blackness. It wasn't until Mac stood up that he realized where he was. He was in his closet. Mac looked around. He could Peterson making noise in the next room. He needed to get out before Peterson came back for him. Looking around, he found a wire hanger which he quickly made into a lockpick. Now he just needed a stake. He couldn't find anything in the closet that would suffice. He searched his pockets…

And found the wooden cross in his pocket. He could make a stake out of this…he hoped.

AN: Please, please, please, review. Constructive criticism welcome.