Chapter 1

The fact that the space next to him was empty is probably what had brought him out of his sleep. She hadn't just taken off like this in several months, back when the bed was just his.

Things were different now, for one she had finally admitted to herself, him and her friends, that she loved him. For another she'd decided that she did want to join him in the darkness, and lastly, she'd left her sister in the care of the two witches residing in her house and moved in with him. The two of them were enjoying the carefree life.

Tonight was different; she'd woken up and left. For a second he was sure that she'd come to her senses and went back home, but a quick glance around the room relived him of that fear, her stuff were still there.

Spike sat up and considered going after her, he was pretty sure he could track her, the scent of her Vanilla and Brown sugar shampoo still clung to the air, not to mention his vampire radar still held her signal.

Getting out of bed, he decided to wait for her upstairs, it was possible that she'd had a bad dream and went to take a walk. Either way, he had to make sure that she was alright when she came back.

Unfortunately his plan failed, the blonde vampire fell asleep on the couch a few hours before she returned.


The sky was gray when the English gentleman exited his quaint little home nestled in a lush green valley. His horse was, of course tied up and waiting for him at the front gate, as he had requested.

Once atop the horse the man took a quick glance up at the sky, it was so different from the bright blue sky of California, no sun constantly beating down on his back.

Before taking off, the man emptied his pocket of the only two items he was carrying. The first was a letter, the name of the individual that he was seeking out. The second item was a cloth which he used to clean his glasses with before giving the horse a swift kick and riding off.

Abigail windsorth, upper-class seer of the bauldegarde academy of magiks.

The Academy wasn't very far from his home; in fact he had chosen that specific house because of its nearness to the Academy, and the spectacular landscape.

When he finally reached the school, he didn't even bother tying up his horse; he just ran up the steps and knocked on the large front doors.

The promised rain began as he patiently waited, a few seconds later a young woman in black robes opened the door and silently moved aside for him to enter.

"I assume from the letter I received that the day has come?" he spoke in a low, sad voice, "Is she quite comfortable?"

"She is sir, she requested that you meet with her as soon as you arrived, sounded like a matter of great importance far as I could tell. She's been quite difficult these last few days, wouldn't let any of the others take her visions for her, said she was perfectly capable of seeing herself."

"That does sound like Abigail, she's always been this stubborn."

The girl nodded " This way sir." The young lady led him up a flight of stairs, down several hallways and finally up another set of stairs before they finally reached Abigail's room.

"Come in." came a slightly raspy voice from inside.

The man glanced at the young woman before entering the room by himself, and the sight saddened him.

Here was Abigail, the once vibrant blonde teenager full of life, now she lay in bed, her hair thin and white, her skin pale. The years had been as kind to her as possible considering her ever tiresome and draining position as seer.

"Dear Lord, Abigail you should be resting, you're growing weaker with each vision. Let the others help."

Abigail smiled and traces of the girl she once was still shown in her eyes, "Don't 'Dear Lord' me Rupert; you're not quite the handsome fellow you once were. I don't need any rest and I don't need help from those pansies either!"

"Really Abigail, if I didn't know you were a seer, I would never believe that you were dying."

"Never mind me Rupert, I called for you because I've had a dreadfully alarming vision."

He sighed, "You know I can't-"

"It's concerning your charge."

Giles glanced at her alarmed now, he hadn't been in Sunnydale for a while, neither had he spoken to Buffy since his visit after she'd been brought back from the dead, "You had a vision about Buffy?"

Abigail blinked, "Is that her name? I thought you said it was Elizabeth?"

"That was before I met her, she goes by Buffy."

"I can see why you've returned to England; anyways your charge is in danger from what I could see. The vision wasn't very clear but it seems that she is going to destroy the world, Rupert."


Hope you enjoyed that, its my new fic. I've got plans for this one.