Of what you owe me.
"She is the slayer, one girl in all the world who has the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness. What lamebrain moron came up with that? Oh yeah…you guys did. Ha, but you knew she wasn't immortal like the rest of demonkind and so when one of the slayers die the next one is called. What gave you the right to judge me for a couple of deaths when you're responsible for millions. Picking those girls at random like puppies at a pet shop."
Giles looked up at Tara as she paced the decimated remains of the Magic Box, most of it was either on fire or left as ashes from the battle that had engaged between the two. Tara looked up as Giles was held to the roof by and invisible force. Newly formed bruises now occupied his once healed face. He began to choke on the blood that flowed in his mouth from a sharp blow to the face he had received from Tara. Tara began to walk directly under him and then looked up.
"Created this pain for girls for thousands of years and yet you tried to place the blame of the world on me for that scum of a life called Warren? No…no!"
Tara wave her finger in a downward motion and the invisible force that had held Giles to the roof sent him crashing onto the ground. The pain of the landing caused him to gag and cough up blood that had been forcefully sent to his windpipe. A tear came to his eye as he looked up at Tara.
"Wow…a tear of remorse from the man who has a heart of stone. It's moments like this that I truly hate you. You show feelings when it is too late to feel them, when Willow was alive and brought your precious slayer back, you hated her. Even though you wanted her back you hated her. You wanted her dead so you could finally leave and be the selfish bastard you always were. And when she came back you treated her like crap. Well how does it feel to have luck shine upon you this day Rupert? The slayer is dead."
Giles looked up at Tara with hate on his face and shouted an inaudible curse that collided with her in tendrils of green sparks. Tara was knocked back and was short of breath. Giles took this chance to regain his footing but was offset by Tara who waved her hand sending him into the nearly collapsed pillar.
"That was rude…now I forgot what I was saying."
Giles stood up and was panting for breath, and as soon as he recovered his breath he replied to her.
"You were on another of your psychotic rants…maybe you should have stayed reclusive…maybe then we could have all had some peace of mind from your idiot speeches."
Tara scoffed at Giles and walked over to him with a steady pace in case of another silent attack should escape his mouth.
"Funny you should mention boring and frivolous speeches, I bet Buffy is glad that I killed her…now she won't have to listen to yours ever again."
Tara raised her hand and raked the air, clawing him with animal-like wounds to form across his face. Giles screamed out in pain as the blood seeped down his face. Silently he whispered out a prayer.
"God help me."
Back at he Cemetery… "I said do it! I'm right here…do it!"Anya stared at Xander as he bashed more and more at the cage that held him. Willow had not seen him like this since the hyena spirit possessed him. He was so cruel to her then and now he was doing it all over with Anya…the one other girl who loved him. There was no hope for him now…no way to make him what he was. Xander took a step back and began to sniff the air.
"I love the smell of your tears, I love them now and I loved them the day I left your sorry ass at the altar."
Anya stopped her tears then and her face shifted to her demon appearance and her eyes glowed with seething hatred for the words that had just came out of his mouth.
"How dare you…I should kill you for that remark but I know that Xander could never have said that to me."
Xander smirked and laughed at Anya's threat.
"Please…I couldn't stand you then what made you believe I could stand you 'till death do us part?"
In a rage, Anya lunged forward and stabbed Xander with the stake but in her fury missed the heart and pierced his shoulder. Xander giggled and grabbed her arm. Willow stood over her and placed her hand over Xander's. Light similar in appearance to light from a flashlight beamed from Willow's palms and shown down on Xander's hand. His flesh began to sizzle and burn. He snarled and fled backward. After he let go, Anya moved back and calmed down enough to change back. Xander began to laugh and stare at them with a mocking look.
"That smarts Will, good call."
Willow felt a sting in her heart and she knew that something bigger than the Xander problem was about to arise. Anya could feel it too and she looked towards Willow who nodded. They walked out to hear the haunting laugh of Xander.
As they walked out into the night, Willow held Anya's hand to guide her through the quickest route to he Magic Box. Anya was soon redirected to her question that she had asked Willow not too long ago when Willow had saved her from Spike and Dru.
"Willow?"
Looking forward Willow answered her.
"Yeah."
Anya, keeping her pace, finally had the chance to get her answers.
"You never told me how you got here, how you're solid and seemingly alive again."
Willow stopped and looked at Anya for a split second.
"If you want to know…take a look in the Deeper Well."
Anya remembered the tales of the Deeper Well back when she was first made a demon by D'Hofferen. It was lore to the ancient pure demons that once walked the Earth.
"So what did you do?"
Willow was hesitant but answered anyway.
"I made a deal that could save us all. That is all you need to know."
Back at the Deeper Well.
Drogen walked through the catacombs and endless tunnels that housed the old one's. He was contemplating a deal he had made by a spirit that had visited him. The deal he had made to save the world from a dark soul who sought power through the dark arts. As he walked passed the frightening effigies of old demon sarcophagi, he stopped in front of Illyria's tomb. With a snap of his fingers a woman appeared in front of him. She had glasses and a timid demeanor. She was well known to the world as the girl who escaped Pilea with the help of Angel.
"Oh my god what do you want with me!"
Drogen walked to her and forced her hand on the coffin. She seemed paralyzed by the touch and when she looked deeply at it, a hole opened and the essence of the old demon was sucked into Ms. Burkel's mouth. She coughed and fell to the ground. She twisted and convulsed before finally stopping. Her body hardened and shifted as the organs in her died and liquefied. Then she stood up with newly formed icy blue eyes and hairstreaks.
"This will do."