Chapter Three

Ruby sat beside Sam, as he held his head in his hands.

"He called me a monster, Ruby."

"He just doesn't understand. He will, once he sees all the good you can do," she replied, reassuringly.

Sam looked up at her, with a smile and utter trust in his eyes.

Ruby smiled back, and leaned in to kiss him

Fucking idiot.

"We have to tell Buffy."

"No, we don't."

"Are you kidding? This is serious, she needs to know."

"W-we don't know anything yet!"

"We know enough!"

"Buffy is out, she's happy! We can't do this to her again."

"Faith is right, Wills. I know you want her to be free, and happy, and all that jazz, but this is her sister. We have to tell Buffy."

Willow's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Yeah," she sighed, "We have to tell Buffy."

"Mr Spike?"

Spike smirked at the name the receptionist had assigned to him. Little slip of a girl tried her hardest to be professional, but it's a bit hard when addressing a Vampire without a last name.

"Yes, love?"

Lily blushed, before responding, "The Cleveland office called for you. They said it's urgent."

Spike frowned as he walked towards his office.

This can't be good

"Sam!"

Sam turned to the banging coming from the door, "Dean?" The blood rushed to Sam's head, blurring out any sound except the pounding in his ears.

Ruby grabbed his arm, swinging him back to Lilith, "What are you waiting for?! Now! Sam, now!"

"You turned yourself into a freak. A monster. And now you're not gonna bite? I'm sorry, but that is honestly adorable," Lilith mocked, laughing at him.

Sam's heartbeat quickened, rage fuming at the bottom of his chest. Without knowing, his eyes had turned black as he flung his full power at the blonde demon in front of him.

"There are other options," Castiel insisted firmly.

"One of those options have been taken out our hands, Castiel, and the other isn't available to us," Zachariah explained condescendingly, "although, we don't know how," he finished in a mutter.

"You're basically sending him to his death."

"Yes, we are. One little Winchester, for the rest of humanity. It's a price we're willing to pay."

"I won't let this happen."

"You don't have a choice!" Zachariah roared. "You think God saved you? Well why do you think He saved them? This is the plan Castiel! This is meant to happen! So either you help, or you get out of the way!" With that, the sound of wings announced his departure.

Dawn struggled against the constraints from her ropes, her swearing muffled by the cloth in her mouth.

Buffy isn't even an active Slayer anymore! Why am I still being kidnapped?!

Her head had been covered with a disgusting, old potato bag. I mean, seriously, how cliché.

She'd been taken from outside Cleveland Hopkins Airport two days ago, and had been stashed in the boot of a beat up old car. What had started as a standard Slayer Recruitment, had turned a lot darker.

Dawn's thoughts were interrupted by a set of footsteps.

After a couple of hours in the car, she had been removed and taken into a house. At least, that's what it felt and sounded like. She was a shoved onto a bed, and tied down. And that was it.

For two fricken days.

A set of unknown hands lifted her up, and sat her on the edge of the bed, while she shook with protest.

"Get your demony hands off the goods!"

A soft voice chuckled.

"Now, now, let's not jump to conclusions," The bag was lifted from Dawn's head to reveal a pretty young woman with long, flowing, blonde hair. "I'm sorry for the dramatics, but you are a hard girl to get a hold of," she said with a sweet smile.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Dawn muttered, looking at her filthy surroundings, "Who are you? What do you want? Why am I here? and also, who the hell do you think you are?!"

The lady laughed, untying Dawn's restraints. "So many questions. Please Dawn, relax. I really mean no harm. You're here for a very important reason. You're going to save the world."

Dawn paused from her inspection of the room, "Huh?"

"You are more powerful than you could imagine. A mystical, beautiful key."

Dawn flinched at the last word, a horrified look crossing her face, "woah, hold up, one blonde lady already tried to use my keyness and that was enough for me, thanks. Plus, you can't even do the ritual. Time periods over, buddy, so why don't you let me go before you end up like the last Hell Goddess who tried to kidnap me."

The blonde lady laughed, "Oh Dawny, you don't understand. That was my mistake, I should of explained sooner. I'm not a Hell Goddess. Quite the opposite, actually. I'm an Angel."

"Riiight. An Angel. Here to save the world."

"I know it's hard to believe, but I have been sent by the one true Lord to help you accept your destiny. The monks created more than just a human girl when they created you. So much more," She whispered the last words as she knelt down for face Dawn, "You're a vessel."

"A what?"

Laughing at Dawn's confused expression, she stood back up, "don't worry, all will make sense soon. But first, introductions. You may call me Meg."