"I know where she is."

Everyone turned to stare at Tara with her sudden outburst. It had been two hours since they had come home from the Bronze, and she decided now would be a good time to mention it?

"W-w-well, I-I-I thought that I'd s-say something b-before you all got too tired." Tara stuttered in her nervousness, glancing around cautiously.

"Too tired?" Willow muttered, but sat up straighter on the couch.

"I met this vampire- he said his f-friend showed her this p-p-place down by the woods. But he hasn't seen him since."

"Who?" Buffy questioned.

"The vampire, h-he hasn't s-s-seen his demon friend since he showed her the place."

"Well, then, we have to go down there." Buffy stated.

"I don't know what she's planning…"

"We don't know how powerful she is."

"She could be hurting people…"

"STOP IT! JUST STOP IT!" All eyes fell on Willow as she slammed her coffee mug down. "Why are we doing this? Why are we doing this now? Xander's dead! He's dead, and all you can care about is rehabilitating her! She's not even our friend! She's been nothing but rude to us for the past three years and all you can think about is her? When Xander, our best friend, someone who could get along with almost everyone just died a few hours ago? What is wrong with you?"

Willow rushed out of the room to leave Buffy and Tara to regrettably consider what she had said.

Anya tore down a piece of drapery from a nearby window and wrapped it around her… creation. It stared up at her with deep brown eyes.

"Who are you?" It asked, leaping up and backing away from her. It cowered next to the fireplace. Anya walked over to it slowly.

"I'm Anya, and you're going to do everything as I say. But I won't hurt you, just listen. To me. So call me Anya. Not master or mistress or bla bla bla. Just call me Anya."

It seemed to calm down, sensing that Anya wasn't going to hurt it at all, but was more of a protection shield.

"What am I?" It questioned, peering at Anya.

"That's too complicated. Who you are, though, is Aud."

"Odd? Like an odd ball?"

"No, Aud, A-U-D. Aud."

"That's stupid. Why is that my name?"

"Because I said it is."

"How about Audrey? It still as Aud in it."

"You won't catch me calling you that anytime soon. I was just trying to be… domestic. Things like you don't have names. "

"Things like me?" Audrey questioned, "You mean things like seven-year-old girls?"