Ansem sat in the center of a pentagram, cross legged in Riku's body, shirtless. His face was painted crimson with the blood of an innocent, someone that the mysterious shape shifting woman had seen on the street and told him to kill. He then dragged the body through the mausoleum named 'Bixby.' Apparently it led not to a tomb, but to a complex system of caverns under the city of Sunnydale. The woman knew this, and followed him every step he made, whispering delicious evils in his ear, unspeakable crimes to be committed only by the blackest of hearts. And he would comply, knowing it would help him achieve his ultimate goal.

Now, in the center of the blood formed pentagram surrounded by candles, he began to chant. Though he didn't understand the language, he knew it would work. She told him it would. She told him it would put those do-gooders in their place. She had to be right.

"König der Könige, Herz der Herzen, Fleisch des Fleisches, Seele von Seelen;
um meine Schwärzung zu bewirten beschwre ich thee; um mein Bieten zu tun über diesem; Bann hinaus zum meiner gefallenen; Verbündeten anzuheben um den; Feind und für immer den; Fluch sie zur HÖLLE zu töten! "

He screamed out the words to the spell. As he did so, the ground began to rumble. It shook furiously, and rocks began to fall from the roof of the cavern. The flames on the candles shot up impossibly high, before fading to darkness. Four sets of hands punched through the cave floor, cracking open the earth and exposing what lay beneath.

"Now the real fun begins..." The First said, looming over his shoulder.

* * *

"So, What exactly are we doing again Willow?" Anya said, holding an odd bag of dust in her hand as she sat in front of the Keyblade.

"Simple. We simultaneously pour this dust on the keyblade and this map..." Willow said, pointing to the map in front of her. "...and wherever the other keyblade is, it will make a pretty sparkly thingamabob on the map."

"Okay...But I'm not going to have sex with you just because we do a spell together." Anya told Willow with an odd quirkiness. Willow gave her a slightly confused look, then rolled her eyes. Spells can't be intense with just anyone. It would never be the same as with HER. Tara. The only person in the world who could make Willow forget about everything around her. She could melt into her arms. But never again...Not since Warren...

No, She couldn't think about it. Too much of a risk of turning black and veiny.

"Ready?" Willow nodded to Anya, as the others gathered around. They poured the dust at the same time, and a vibrant flash of light filled the room. The map of Sunnydale glowed with such intensity.

The the light centered down to one place on the map.

"Our house? Willow that has to be wrong." Buffy said, crossing her arms.

"I...I don't understand. I did everything exactly as I was supposed to... wait, the lights moving. It's walking into the room..." Willow looked up. Dawn danced into the room with a sly smile on her face.

"Watcha' doing?" She smiled as Willow and Buffy exchanged glances.

"Dawn... It... It's all making sense now. She's the keyblade, or has something in her that will find it. But how?" Buffy glanced at Dawn and back to Willow.

"Excuse me... what?" Dawn started to protest.

"Maybe her blood has the same effect on the keyblade that it does portals." Willow looked up at Buffy. "I read about a spell that can create a new weapon by combining blood with the old one. We don't have to put her into any danger, just maybe prick her finger with a pin to perform the spell."

"I...I don't know, Will. Last time something like this happened, it was all apocalypse-y. I don't want to put Dawn into anymore danger." Buffy said.

"Well, we don't have to do anything right away. Ill research more on the spell before we act on it.

I don't want to see anything happen to Dawn either." Willow said.

"Excuse me! We haven't got any time for this! Let's get this over with!" Donald quacked. Buffy gave him an angry look and walked over to him, picking him up by the feathers on his head. He yelped in pain and looked up at her.

"Look. She is my little sister and means more to me than anything in this entire world. So I suggest you rephrase that before I decide to have Orange Duck for dinner." She scowled at him, then sat him down. Everyone else grew quiet. Then the earth shook.