Angel grunted, a sharp pained pierced his head. He lifted his head, which felt like a ton of bricks, and looked around. He realised he was now strapped to a chair, like the concious Giles, and was unable to move. Angel looked at Giles, whose head was drooped, and leaned closer towards him.

"Giles, you alright ?" he whispered.

"Angel, he-he -"

"Steady, Gramps, don't have a heart attack!"

Angel groaned and leaned back in his chai; things had just gotten ten times worse.

--

Faith coughed, her eyes fluttered open and observed the scene around her. She was in an office, a very clean office, which seemed rather familar. She tried to stand up, however she failed and landed back on her rear end. Her feet were tied together, like her hands, and she was unable to move. Faith cursed, using a vaulable choice of swear words which would of disgusted her Mother.

"Faith! You know I do not tolerate swearing!"

A small smirk creeped upon her face as she repeated the fowl worlds. She heard a sigh from behind her, which caused her smile to brighten, and heard a patter of footsteps. Faith looked up, the smile still proudly plastered over her face, and raised her eyebrow.

"You know, its rude to tie people up," smirked Faith, struggling against her restraints.

"That's my girl, always fighting," chuckled The Mayor.

"I am not your girl," grunted Faith, shaking her head.

"No, you see, thats where you're wrong. You've always been my girl, ever since you came for a job. Fatherly love doesn't just dissapear, even beyond the grave, and my love for you has only strengthened," smiled The Mayor, stroking her hair.

"Get off me," said Faith, simply.

"Faith, don't be like that -"

"Be like what ? Yanno, you're not even real! Yeah, you are just Willow's sub concious. Your ass is going back into concious town, just you wait and see," snarled Faith.

--

Anya held onto Xander's hand, his unconcious state still lay across the floor. A tear trickled down her face; fear consumed the ex-demon. She felt alone, and without her powers she was useless. She looked around her bedroom, trying to find a decent weapon, however she couldn't find the will to move.

"Xander," she whispered. "Xander, you have to wake up!"

"I don't understand you humans," stated Adam, pacing the room.

Anya didn't reply. She knew, out of years of expirience, it was better to say nothing. Anya knew that one wrong word could cause her pain. She knew that no matter what Adam wouldn't be able to kill her, as it was Willow concious, yet sometimes torture was alot more painful than death. Anya continued to shake Xander, pleading with his unconcious form to awaken.

"You all seem to crave love. An empty heart craves love so much, it tends to make foolish mistakes in order to fill the void. Yet, you always end up breaking it. I don't understand how you can set yourself up to end up broken. There are always some cracks that never heal, hidden deep within a part of the heart where it may not show," said Adam.

"Not everyone ends up with a broken heart," mumbled Anya. "I haven't!"

"So, what you are stating is, if I killed him," said Adam, nodding towards Xander. "You heart wouldn't break ?"

Anya gulped. She couldn't work out if that was a question or a threat.

--

Dawn groaned. She didn't know what posessed her to come here, maybe she had been under some spell, but she regretted her decision. Her face was covered in blood, she had been thrown about like a rag doll, and ended up lay across the floor. Glory stood infront of her, a small smirk plastered across her pale skin, with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Yanno, Dawnie, I never thought you would return to this place. I mean, come on little girl, you bled here and your sister died. If I were you, I never would of returned here," chuckled Glory, tapping her foot.

Dawn groaned and tried to sit up, she wanted to be strong. However, a sharp pain spread through her body and she winced in pain as she fell back to the floor.

"Sweetcheeks, don't put yourself in more pain because it isn't worth it," said Glory.

"Why do you do that ?" questioned Dawn, weakly.

"Do what ?" questioned Glory, cocking her head to the side.

"Act all bitchy, then you act like you actually care," hissed Dawn.

Glory pondered her answer for a moment, her head continued to cock to the side.

"Must be a habit I picked up from you humans. You all walk around, acting like you care, when in reality you only care for yourself. Humans are the most vile things to ever walk this earth," scoffed Glory.

"You're wrong," whispered Dawn, wincing in pain oncemore.

--

Oz pressed down on the gas pedal. The phone call with Buffy rang through his head; the weight of the world was on his shoulders. For once in his life, Oz felt like he had a purpose. He hadn't seen, or spoke, to Willow since he left her heartbroken, yet now he was rushing back to save her. Oz couldn't deny the undying love he held for the redhead, it was the type of love which would exist till there was no hope left. True. He had left her, broken and devastated, but it was for a good cause. Oz understood the pain he put her through, it pained him just as much to leave her behind, yet he really hoped this could be the start of something.

"I'll save you, Willow," promised Oz, pressing the gas pedal harder.

I'm so sorry it took, like, yearsssss! My SATS, for year 9, have been scrapped this year! Woo! So, this means more free time :) I will try and update more regulary, aslong as I still have my amazing readers. Thank you so much for sticking with this story, it really means alot. x