Disclaimer : I do not own Charmed or Buffy the Vampire Slayer or X-men or Highlander or SG-1. These characters are all great works done by their creators. And it will stay that way :p I own nothing and am only writing this story to see how these worlds will mesh.

Chapter Eight

Nash woke up in cold sweat. Screaming and sounds of a fight going on downstairs had jerked him out of his sleep. Leaping out of bed with an inhuman agility, he padded quietly towards his door and opened it to a slit. Across the corridor, he could see Ginny peeking out of her room worriedly. She caught sight of Nash and ran out of her room as Nash quickly walked into the corridor giving Ginny a reassuring hug.

"What happened?" Ginny asked her face pale. The screaming had stopped and now there was just silence. The staircase creaked ominously as if someone heavy was walking up.

Nash pushed Ginny behind him as he tensed his small muscles. Something very bad was coming, he could sense it. A man looking like the monsters from Halloween night walked into view. He smiled showing a row of sharp teeth as he saw the two young children.

"Ah, young and tasty, just the way I like it." He chuckled, advancing upon the frightened children.

Paige rubbed her eyes tiredly. The doctor had given her a packet of painkillers and she had popped the first two in once she got them. The pain had subsided, but there was still a dull throbbing.

She paused as she saw the Plumber's van outside her uncle's house. A loud crash caused her to snap her head towards the open door. There was another crash and what sounded like glass breaking. With great dread, Paige started running towards the house.

Oh God. Please let everything be alright. Paige pleaded worriedly.

As she stepped into the house, she saw the two bodies first. One was her uncle, his face and skin and unnatural grayish pallor that Paige knew at once he was dead. The second was her aunt, blood pouring from her neck into the carpet.

"Oh God! Oh God!!" Paige gasped as she ran towards her aunt. "Aunt Millie, Aunt Mille talks to me, what happened here?" She pressed her hand on the wound, but the blood was already slowing, the body turning cold. Hurriedly pressing her head against her aunt's chest, she could hear no heartbeat.

"No." Paige whispered in horror, backing away from the lifeless body. It was just like last time when her parents were killed in the car crash, only this time, she had lost everyone she had known.

There was another sound of a crash from the living room and Paige's heart thumped painfully even as rage began to build up. She looked around for a weapon and saw a piece of sharpen wood on the floor. Picking it up, she stepped into the living room and stared in horror at the scene before her.

There in the corner of the living room, a blond girl who Paige remembered distinctly from Halloween night was lying in the wreckage of the family's grandfather clock. Her hands and face was cut by the glass fragments. But what really caught Paige's attention was the brown haired monster leaning against the girl.

"Well I guess the Slayer's not so tough after all isn't she?" the monster chuckled and opened his set of sharp teeth leaning in closer for the bite. The blond haired girl struggled weakly but the monster had her pinned down.

Paige thought of the bite mark on her aunt's neck and looked at the monster in revulsion and then pure anger. "Get away from her!" She screamed, leaping forward, her hands reaching out trying to tug the monster away from the girl. Bare skin against bare skin, Paige gasped as a barrage of memories slammed into her.

She was the vampire. She saw as he and two others walked out of the van. She watched in petrified silence as her Uncle let them in. She watched helpless as the memories showed the monsters tearing into her uncle and aunt, as THIS monster sucked the blood of her uncle until he is dead.

Something within Paige snapped, and instantly, she was consumed by fury. The vampire essence that she had absorbed and duplicated from the vampire leaped into being. Taking over her body as blood lust overwhelmed her.

Buffy gasped as the vampire that was pinning her down was ripped off her by the brown haired girl that had suddenly appeared. The young girl looked more feral than human, her face twisting into an inhuman mask as she leaped across the room and tear off the head of the vampire with inhuman strength. The vampire exploded into dust.

"Hey, thanks." Buffy said tentatively, picking herself off the wreckage and walked carefully towards the young woman.

The young woman turned towards Buffy and gave a threatening growl. Buffy could see the girl struggling as if with some inner demons before the furrows in her face relaxed and she looked at Buffy with some resemblance of humanity.

"Are you ok?" Buffy asked, trying not to wince at the pain she felt with every step she took. That damn vampire had broken at least one of her rib bones.

The girl backed away from Buffy's touch. Her eyes stared at Buffy unseeing. "They are all dead, all dead." She whispered dully.

Buffy paused and looked at the bodies in the hallway and looked away. "I'm sorry…"

A scream upstairs interrupted her. The young woman snapped her face up the ceiling and a variety of emotions went through her face.

"The children! Oh my god, the children!" She gasped, running towards the stairs, Buffy following closely behind her.

Nash slammed at the demon with all he got, knocking the vampire a few steps back. However, even though his strength was multiplied several times because of the Spiderman genes inside him, his basic strength was that of a young boy. Multiple that by several times and it was equal to a punching power of a heavy weight adult, not even reaching the strength of a vampire.

"Well, well, the little twerp has some surprises." The vampire growled, rubbing his chin. "You'll pay for that insolence." He said, lashing out at Nash.

Nash dropped out of the way, his spider senses giving him plenty of warning. What he lacked in strength, he more than make up in speed and agility. Dodging and punching whenever he could.

However, even with his knowledge of Peter Parker's whole life, even with Spiderman's power, Nash is still but an untested and untrained child. The vampire managed at last to land a blow which sends Nash tumbling into the walls, lifeless.

Ginny ran forward from where she was hiding, standing protectively in front of her fallen brother as the vampire advanced upon the two of them.

"Now that I'm all fired up, let's have me some dinner."

Ginny glanced up at the monster, mouth quivering but refused to back down. She took a deep breath and screamed.

A sound of pure power exploded from her little lips as an unnatural wind slammed into the vampire, sending him crashing down the staircase.

Paige glance in shock as a body of another monster fell down the stairs, exploding into dust before her very eyes. Then she looked up and quickly climbed upstairs. There in the corner of the hallway, she found a pale faced Ginny crouching over Nash who was lying in a heap on the floor.

"No!" Paige screamed. Rushing forward, she turned the young boy over and was relieved to see that he was still breathing. Ginny tugged at her shirt and started sobbing. Paige pulled the young child closer to her as her brain shut down again. What was she to do? Aunt Millie and Uncle Ben are dead. The question haunted her in the depths of her mind.

Buffy stood at the staircase looking sadly at the young girl. She was staring blankly at the wall as she hugged the two children closer to her. Buffy recognized the look, the girl was in shell shock, either she would pull through or she would be scarred for life.

The sound of police sirens blasted down the streets outside. Some of the neighbors must have called the police about the noise. There was shouting downstairs as the police entered the house. Buffy gave a sigh, it was too late to slip away now, so she sat down beside the young girl looking at her wearily. Within minutes the police burst upstairs.

"Freeze, or we'll…." The police officer paused at the sight before him, looking at the battered young women and children. When no one made a move to speak, he shouted downstairs. "Someone get the medic now!"

Joyce Summers fumed as she drove towards the 5th avenue. She had been woken up by a police call, found out that her daughter had slipped out of the house at night and was informed that Buffy was currently at a homicide scene. When she sees that child of hers…. Joyce gritted her teeth, looking at the address the police officer had given her.

5th avenue, house 61. Joyce turned the corner and her heart slammed into her throat as she looked at the number of police cars parked outside the house and the ambulance that was at the edge. The full import of the police officer's statement suddenly slammed into her.

Your daughter is at a homicide scene madam. The police officer had said

Worry gnawed at her as she parked her car and ran down the street towards the house. Please don't let Buffy be hurt. Joyce prayed.

A police office stopped her at the fence of the house.

"This place is under police investigations…"

"My name is Joyce Summers, my daughter is here." Joyce cut in, peering worriedly towards the house.

"Ah Mrs Summers, your daughter is at the ambulance right now with her friends."

"Ambulance?" Joyce shrieked. But she was already running down the road before the office could reply.

She gave a sigh of relief as she saw Buffy surround by Giles, two children and a young girl who was staring unseeingly into space, a blanket wrapped around her. Buffy and Giles were talking animatedly but they stopped when they saw Joyce approaching.

"Young lady." Joyce began, intending to ground her daughter for life, but then relief won over the need for punishment and she reached out and wrapped Buffy in a tight hug.

"Don't ever do this again." She said shaking her daughter. "What were you thinking? Sneaking out of the house at night?"

Joyce looked at the bandages around Buffy's hands. "And what happened? Who did this to you?"

Buffy looked at Giles, biting her lips.

"Three gang members on PCP attacked the Matthews family disguised as Plumbers. Buffy was walking past and she ran in to stop them." Giles said, fumbling with the outright lie.

"What?! Buffy! How could you? You might have been hurt!" Joyce glared at her small sized daughter. Gangs on PCP, she could not imagine the damage they could do to her poor child, though Buffy seemed to have gotten out with but a few scratches.

"Buffy may have saved these children's life, their parents were killed." Giles said, eyeing the two children who were eyeing him back suspiciously. He had heard from Buffy how the vampire attacking the children had vanished into dust before anyone could stake him. It was a mystery better left to solve when they have time to investigate more. The little boy had also taken a bump to the head but had recovered remarkable fast and gained consciousness by the time Giles arrived at the scene.

He eyed the young girl a bit older than Buffy's age. She was seated at the edge of the ambulance as the attendees tried to coach some life into her. According to Buffy, the girl had tear out the head of a vampire. That she had the strength to do that was amazing. He had a feeling something weird was going on with this family.

"Oh dear." Joyce lifted a hand to her chest turning to the two children and the older girl. "You mean their parents were dead?"

Giles nodded. "Buffy called me to arrange things with the morgue. I personally think the young lady there is in shock, it may be best if I could handle the paperwork for her."

"Oh, you're such a kind person Mr Giles, but what about their relatives? Why aren't the police contacting them?"

Giles winced. "Apparently, from what the police managed to get from the young woman, they had no relatives left. The young woman is cousin to the two children. Her own parents died a while back. The social workers will be coming soon to take them into temporarily lodgings."

Joyce eyes harden. "Buffy, wait here for me. I'm going to bring those three back to our home." She said as she hurried off to the police officer standing nearby.

Buffy watched her mother's retreating back and turned to Giles.

"So what do we do…"

"You're the Slayer." A voice said from behind them. Buffy and Giles spin around and saw it was the young woman. Buffy remembered one of the police officer saying her name was Paige Matthews.

"What are you talking about Miss Matthews?" Giles asked cautiously.

"I was going through the monster's memories." Paige said in a dreamy voice, her voice not focusing. "You told him you were a slayer. You killed his companion. I could sense his fear of you, some recognition."

Paige frowned as her eyes peer intently at Buffy. "You kill those monsters for a living, they are scared of you."

"Erm." Buffy swallowed, something about the young woman was starting to creep her out. It was as if part of her was in the present and the other part was… away.

Giles reached out a hand to touch the girl only to quickly retrieve it as the girl danced back with a shriek.

"No No, don't touch me! I don't want your memories!"

"What?" Giles gapped at her.

"Mr Giles! What are you doing?" Joyce asked, rushing back, the police officer behind her.

There was an awkward pause and then surprisingly the young woman spoke up.

"It was nothing, I was just jumpy." Paige said after a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I troubled everyone."

"Nonsense." Joyce said hotly. "You're no trouble at all. Come on, get your cousins, you guys will be staying at my house until we can find a better place for you."

She turned to Giles and Buffy who were still staring at the young woman in shock.

"Giles, I trust you to settle the paperwork for the bodies." Joyce said with a shuddering breath. "Did Buffy give you our number? Good she has? Then call us if there's any problem. I am not letting these children be shuttled off to social care after what they had been through."

"Erm good good." Giles said with a cough.

Joyce nodded turning to Buffy. "Let's get back home, I think everyone is tired."

As Joyce turned away, Giles gave Buffy a look. "Keep a close eye on Miss Matthews. She seems to possess some powers. Though I do not believe she is of evil intent."

"Don't worry, I will." Buffy said, giving a last look at Giles as she ran after her mom.

Paige looked up numbly as they reached the Summers' house. The two children were ushered into the spare room after drinking a cup of Joyce Summers' hot chocolate. Paige had politely refused, her stomach churning, she does not think she could take in any substance at the moment. She had a feeling she will throw up if she does.

Joyce had insisted Paige sleep in her room while she herself sleeps in the couch. Paige had refused though, they had already caused so much trouble for the older woman. So after making sure the children and Paige were going to be alright, she had retired upstairs with Buffy, her daughter, the Slayer.

Paige tested the words on her lips. It was so bizarre, the attack on her family, the memories she had absorbed from the vampire that was there, the knowledge from those memories that there were other creatures worse than the vampires out there, and that a girl called the Slayer hunted those creatures. A girl like Buffy.

"You're still awake?" A voice asked softly from the stair railing.

Paige sat up on the couch and looked at Buffy as she walked towards her. The two girls stared at each other for a moment.

"I want to know about the vampires, the demons and the Slayer." Paige said at last breaking the silence.

Buffy's eyes widen, and quickly gave a cautionary look upstairs to make sure her mom was not listening.

"How do you know about them?"

Paige shook her head confusedly. "I don't know, ever since Halloween night yesterday, whenever I touch someone's bare skin, I would relieve all their memories. Like when I touch the…the vampire at the house."

Buffy's eyes narrowed as she realized the effects of the Halloween spell was more far reaching than she had thought. "What did you dress as?"

"Rogue, from X-men. You really believe me?" Paige asked looking hopefully at Buffy.

"I see. Yes, I believe you, something strange happened last night." Buffy said, her mind churning. She does not know much about X-men but she recognizes the name came from a comic. "Do you have any left over memories too?"

"Yes! How do you know?"

"Because I also have them." Buffy said with a sigh. "Look it is late, and I am not sure I can really explain it clearly, but I know someone who can. If you still want to know, meet me at the Sunnydale High School Library tomorrow morning."

Paige nodded, feeling the stress and tiredness of the long night washing over her.

"Thanks." She whispered as Buffy walked away.

Leo looked in through the windows at his charge lying down peacefully on the couch. The vampire attack had caught the elders unaware and the aftermath had caused the elders to be in a furry. Not because Paige's aunt and uncle had died, but because she and her cousins had exhibited powers they were not born with.

The elders had known in a way that Paige Matthews, Nash Matthews and even Buffy Summers had retained their Halloween's personas' memories and in Nash and Paige's case, special abilities, but seeing them in action was another thing.

The powers Paige and Nash Matthews had gained were very powerful, virtually changing their body code. In Nash's case, he had the DNA of part spider, part human which will only grow stronger as he grows older. Paige's own inert charmed powers and whitelighter powers on the other hand had radically changed the new abilities she gained during Halloween.

From what the elders had said, Paige could absorb the memories of whom she touches and also duplicates the power of any supernatural beings she came in contact with, at least for a short duration. What had shocked the elders however was Ginny Matthews, for the elders had belatedly realized what the Fairy Queen had did to her. The Queen of Fairies had given a little girl the powers of spell song, power that can be crafted by any sound she makes. A powerful and dangerous tool in the hands of one so young.

The elders had explicit instructions for Leo to look after the whole Matthews clan, protecting them if necessary. Such an outright breaking of the rule that whitelighters should not involve themselves in battle shows how desperate the elders are, especially with the visions of doom several elders had already seen. Several other new whitelighters were also assigned to watch over them, word from above is, the spell singer and Paige Matthews must not die, they have use for them. The boy is lesser priority.

Leo clenched his teeth painfully. He will protect all of them, no matter what.

The Red Phoenix sighed, sending the last ripples of its power to the little planet called Earth. Such a little planet, but within that planet alone contains three of the seven world keys. A world destined for greatness.

Paige Matthews has made her first contact with the demon world and also the Slayer.

The Black Dragon looked down at the weave of power they had spun. The times are desperate, there was no time for the young woman to grow in her own pace. Xander Harris is our hope, and Paige Matthews will be our wild card.

The future has told us we could not win by building our own forces in our own dimension, we will simply not be strong enough to overcome the darkness. The only way to defeat the Dark Lord is to bring the fight to him and stop him before he had gained too much power. The Phoenix said.

The Black Dragon chuckled humorously. Oh we will, this dimension will not fall while one of us is still watching over it.

9.00am in the morning Sunnydale time

"The charmed ones are here Xander." Buffy said looking at him with tired eyes. "They had managed to destroy the Source who was working in league with the Dark one. Now we just have to concentrate on protecting the veils."

Xander gave her a wane smile. "Yeah just like old times isn't it?"

He gave a gasp of pain as something in his chest burned.

"Xander what happened?" Buffy asked worriedly, holding him up.

The gathered witches, hunters and the occasional demons who had joined their rag tag group looked on in worry.

Xander pushed Buffy away, calling Excalibur into his hands.

"The Dark one has started attacking the veils! Everyone into positions. Witches, Charmed ones, lend me your strength." He said concentrating his pure will power, feeding Excalibur's power into the veils that separate the dimensions from each other.

A dark malevolent force pulsed at the other end, slowly tearing the veils apart, even the various powers of the Charmed ones and the witches are not enough to hold it back. Slowly the veils tear open and an unholy army of half elves half orcs stepped through, pouncing on the remaining champions of light who were still standing.

His hold on the veils lost forever. Xander gave a inhuman cry of pain as he launch himself into the fight.

They are going to lose the battle, he knew that in his heart, but he will go down fighting. The demons tear at him and flashes of pain ran through his body.

"ARghh!!!!" Xander woke with a cry of alarm, the dream still vividly in his mind as he checked his body for injuries. "What the hell was that?"

That was a vision of the future. Excalibur said gravely within his mind. And we have a problem.

"Damn how does this stupid thing work." Giles cursed as he fumbled with his cell phone, one hand on the driving wheel. He was making a trip to the morgue to make some last arrangements for the bodies when the phone had ringed.

"Hello, yeah, yeah Xander? What is the problem? What? You had a vision?" Giles could feel a headache forming. "I see because of Excalibur I suppose. Alright, meet me at the library we'll talk more about it in a while. Buffy's going to be there, give Willow a call, and ask her to meet us there."

Giles switched off his mobile and concentrate on the road. Gods. Xander and visions. Now, that sounded like the end of the world. Giles gave weary shake of his head.

Buffy slammed down the front door to Willy's bar, her strength refreshed by a good night's sleep.

Willy walked out from the back room and eyed the Slayer cautiously.

"Now, now Slayer, please don't go knocking down my door, they are expensive to fix… gurhhaaa…." Willy gave gurgle as Buffy strode forward, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and slammed him into the wall.

"Now Willy, I need some answers and I need them quick. What do you know of the three vampires that had been masquerading as plumbers. Two people were killed and I want to know who sent them."

"Let… guaa… me go first…." Willy gasped.

Buffy dumped him unceremoniously onto the floor, feet tapping angrily as she glared at him.

"You must be talking about Roughneck and those two idiots he sired. Those three are just your normal run off the mill vampires. They killed the old plumber and had been using his business as a meal ticket at night."

"And you didn't inform me?" Buffy said a slow rage building up.

"Aww… Slayer come on man, I am doing a business here, not being your little spy… Argh!!" he gasped as Buffy kicked him in the stomach.

Buffy smiled sweetly down at him, showing her teeth. "The way I see it, you have a choice, you can inform me about the latest vampire activities willingly, or you can inform me after I had break every last one of your bones."

Willy gulped, something told him this morning was not a good time to piss off the Slayer. "Yeah ahh… sure."

"Good, I will hate to see you in intensive care." Buffy said, walking out of the bar, making her way towards the high school.

Owen sighed as he parked his bike at the parking lot. He had been discharged from hospital yesterday after a remarkable recovery that had the doctors stunned. The doctors had then rushed him out of the hospital as if he sudden had some strange transmittable disease. When he returned home, he had discovered he had left his bag in his locker. He had meant to retrieve it after Halloween night and dropping off the children, but he had landed in hospital.

His wallet and homework is in the bag, so there's no choice but to go down to school on Sunday. Crap, Owen thought to himself. With a glance at the school, he walked across the fields, noticing that the cheerleaders were practicing on the other side. He ignored the looks the girls were giving him as he walked towards the lockers hallway.

"My God, that's Owen, isn't he such a hunk." Aura paused in her practice, staring at the guy across the field longingly.

"Don't be such a slut." Harmony said even as she shot the broadly muscled guy a hot look.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Come on, we need a break anyway. Let's see what he's up to and have a nice chat with him."

Leo frowned, approaching the high school. He could sense his charge inside, but there was also another presence that burns like the sun in his mind's eye. A being of pure energy which currently seems non threatening. He had left the new whitelighters to look after the children while he checked on Paige.

Walking briskly down the hallway to the library, he gave a startle cry as a swamp of wild energy washed over him.

Paige opened the door to the library hesitantly.

"Hello." She called out as she entered. Buffy had given her directions to the high school and had left in a hurry. She had told Paige she would meet her there after settling some business.

A raven haired young man walked out from between the shelves, holding an old tome in his hands. He looked surprised to see her.

"Erm hi, today is Sunday. The library is not open."

"I am not visiting the library, Buffy asked me to wait here for her. She had something to tell me."

Xander blinked looking at the young woman who looked very frail, but still stunningly beautiful.

I can sense great powers within her. Excalibur said warningly. The powers sing of the light in such a way that I have never seen before. It is as if she is half human and half….

Excalibur paused then gave the mental equivalent of a shrug. It couldn't be. Perhaps I am mistaken.

But she's beautiful. Xander thought back, thoughts of his visions pushed to the back of his mind as he placed the book of prophecy he had been holding onto the table.

"Hi, I am Xander Harris, friend of Buffy." Xander said, walking up to her, extending his hand.

"Paige Matthews." Paige said, finding no way out from touching the young man's hand without being rude. She reached out and grasped his hands. She had steeled herself for the young man's memories, but she was not prepared for a second batch of memories, far older than time, ancient and strangely un-living. Her mouth opened into a silent scream as she glowed with a pure white light, as Rogue's power, twisted by her whitelighter powers duplicated the energy of Excalibur who was still within Xander's body.

Xander! Let go of her hand this instant!! Excalibur roared in his mind, watching in horror as the young woman begin to glow with energy, a flow of power that is exactly like his. She was not stealing his massive store of energy, he would have known if she did, rather, she was somehow duplicating his power. His powers which can grant god hood is more than a mere human can control.

"I can't! She's grasping too tightly!." Xander said as he tried to peel off the young woman's hand which had cramped in a death grip. Xander's eyes watered at the brightness of the light radiating from her. "Excalibur what's happening?"

Excalibur had no time to answer as the young woman burst into a mass of shining orbs which spread outwards with remarkable speed, engulfing half the school. The pure energy within her body ran wild, and it was all Excalibur could do to maintain a grip on those powers, an exact copy of his. But it was to no avail, the duplicate powers ran out of control, creating a tear in the dimensions. Excalibur struggled valiantly to hold the veils separating realities together.

Xander screamed in pain as the light consumed him.

Excalibur roared as he was turned into orbs of pure energy. With fanatic weaving of his powers, he tried to see a way out, to keep the wild energy under control. But though those powers were similar to his, had been duplicated from his, he had no control over it. He could only watch in shock as the wild energy unlocked the veils in this dimension and the next, threatening to take out all life in the subsequent nearby dimension when the energies from the different dimensions mingled together.

There is another way. A voice said, holding him strong, giving him strength.

Who is there. Excalibur asked, trying to search with his senses in the maelstrom of pure magic.

Have you forgotten us so fast dear brother? Another voice, deeper and darker said mockingly. It had only been a few hundred thousand years.

An emotion that is akin to fear rushed to him. His brother and sister, the Black and Red Keys. The only two keys who retained access to their true powers while the rest of the keys had their powers binded by the Creator.

Why had you contacted me now? Dread filled him. The Black and Red Keys were the executioners of balance in this dimension, they would not had contacted him if something serious is not going on.

In the other dimension that you guard, a Dark Lord is raising in power, he will began consuming the Keys in his own world and will then move on to ours and then Dimension after Dimension will fall, for no one thereafter can resist his might. The Black Key said.

But that is only the future we had seen. The Red Key said. If he was stopped before he consumes the powers of the world keys in his Dimension, he can still be stopped.

You want me to go there. Excalibur said, realizing what happened, feeling the swamp of wild energy around him, energy that can unlock the dimension veils. And if he really strains his powers, he might be able to use it to teleport to the other dimension. You are insane! If I leave this dimension, there will be a reality rift, there will be no one taking my place to guard the veils I am in charge of!

Did you not see the vision we sent you? This dimension will fall either way, at least this way we still have a fighting chance.

And I am sure the slayer and the other champions left in this world can take care of whatever comes out of the reality rift. The Black Key said.

What do you mean whatever champions are left? Excalibur asked. The wild energy had stopped moving, the powers of the Black and Red Key had contained the energy influx and it had stop spreading.

Some are in this building now, transport all of them and they shall be your army against the Dark one. The Black Key said.

We had scryed all possible futures, the people gathered here now have the best chance of defeating the Dark Lord. The Red Key said sadly.

Excalibur felt a burning rage consumed him. You bastards! You have manipulated everyone to be here. If anyone was harmed….

Always the Champion of Light. Your title suits you well brother. The Black Dragon said mockingly.

Hush, enough bickering. Excalibur, you know full well where our loyalties lies, neither with the light or the dark, we do what is necessary to protect this Dimension. Now make your choice, go or not to go.

Was there even a choice. Excalibur gritted out. At least tell me who I am dealing with over there.

He is called the Dark Lord Sauron.

Willow ran up the slope towards the school. Xander had called her, asking her to meet at the library. Willow grinned as she thought about the spell book she will be getting from Xander.

Spell book of Morgan Le Fay, how cool is that? Willow thought humming happily to her self.

A sharp pain speared through her chest and she collapsed onto the gravel pavement gasping. She could feel something, a huge energy pressing down on her. Lifting up her head took an effort and her eyes widen as she looked at the high school in front of her, white light was engulfing the school.

Petrified and immobilized, she could only watch as the white light dissolved everything. There was a loud "BOOM" which sounded through Sunnydale and Willow watched in horror as the white light exploded, leaving a huge crater where the high school had been.

The energy pressing her down was suddenly lifted and she got to her feet, running and screaming towards the crater. The Sunnydale High School was situated on top of a slope. But now, an empty crater formed beside a pile of wreckage where half of the High School used to be. But what drew her attention was a giant rip in the sky extending to the bottom of the crater. The tear in space shimmer with dazzling colors though sometimes Willow could make up creatures, humans, inside the tear.

This cannot be happening. Willow thought in shock, her mind unable to process any further. She looked into the crater going down a few feet into the ground. Dark clouds were forming above the crater and the tear in space at an unnatural speed and soon a heavy localized thunderstorm danced over the crater, drenching Willow who stared unseeingly into the distance, at the place where the Sunnydale High School Library used to be.

Something flew out of the tear in space, a dark shape in the heavy rain, flying wobbly towards Willow. With a cry of shock, she stumbled back as it landed on her. Willow froze as she found herself face to face with a small reptilian creature that looks like a baby dragon. The baby dragon bleached a small ball of fire which hovered over Willow's startled face. The pouring rain quickly snuffed out the small fireball, leaving Willow staring blankly into the baby dragon's eyes.

"Arghk?" It said, nudging Willow's neck.

In the distance, sounds of the police sirens blared loudly in the pattering silence of the rain. And in true Sunnydale tradition, the police arrived late at the scene.

So what do you guys think of this chapter? Please reviews!!

Thanks for the reviews Ant Crown, Grd, WBH21C and reviewer , I've made the necessary changes to the spelling mistakes.