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Buffy woke up the next morning wincing slightly as a result of last night's patrol. After leaving the boys the previous night, she had found a pack of vampires who had taken up residence in a crypt in a nearby cemetery. She had managed to dust all ten of them rather easily due to her adrenaline and aggression from the fight earlier that night, but since she was slightly preoccupied, they had managed to get in a few good hits. Glancing at the clock and seeing that it was a little after noon, she groaned, hating that she slept in so late but knowing that her body had needed the rest since she had gotten in at about five am. She got out of bed, and noticing that a small piece of paper had been slipped under her door, walked over to it and picked it up.

"Buffy,

At school. Was going to say goodbye to you, but I didn't want to wake you up since you probably got in late. I'm sorry about what happened last night. You know that I just wanted to protect him. I'll see you tonight. Call me if you need anything.

Always,

Caleb"

Smiling, she folded up the letter and threw it on her nightstand before stripping off her t-shirt and pajama pants. She walked into the closet and changed into a pair of jogging pants, a tanktop, and tennis shoes, leaving her room and wandering downstairs, emerging onto a covered patio outside a few minutes later. Seeing that it was absolutely pouring, she decided to exercise under the overhang instead of doing it in the garden and getting completely drenched. Tying her hair into a sloppy ponytail, she fell into one of the Tai Chi poses Angel had taught her, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, feeling the tension slip from her body. Keeping her eyes closed and allowing her limbs to move slowly and gracefully, she let all the emotions she had been pushing to the back of her mind since she had left Sunnydale come to the forefront. Slowly letting out a breath through her mouth, she wondered what Angel was doing in Los Angeles.

Even though she had known that the breakup was inevitable, she was not prepared for her heart to be completely broken when he left town. It was part of the reason that she had flown to the East Coast in the first place. However, her visit wasn't at all like she had expected it to be. She had expected to have carefree, innocent fun with her boys to keep her mind off of the breakup, but she had never thought that she'd fall for each and every one of them. Maybe it was because of the fact that she had known them all of her life and was completely comfortable around them, or that she had a deeper connection with all four of them that most other people in her life, or the most obvious reason: that all four of them were drop-dead gorgeous. Either way, she felt extremely guilty about it, almost like she was betraying Angel by finding someone she had an interest in so soon after her breakup with the love of her life.

Finishing up her third set, she glanced at the antique grandfather clock through the window of the library. Frowning slightly, she saw that she had been so wrapped up in her feelings that over an hour had passed without her realizing. Dropping her body to the cool tile covering the floor, she stretched out her muscles, smiling slightly at the fact that her the pain in her previously aching muscles had subsided quite a bit. Pushing herself to her feet, she walked through the house toward the kitchen, her stomach growling and demanding food, and opened the fridge, making herself a sandwich and hopping up onto the stool at the counter to eat her lunch. She was half way through her sandwich when...

"Buffy?" She spun around to see Caleb's mom standing behind her. She had shoulder length wavy brown hair, the pale skin of someone who never went outside into the sun, large circles under her eyes, and she was wearing a long silk dressing gown and matching slippers. She looked older and more haggard than Buffy had remembered.

"Hi, Mrs. Danvers." Buffy give her a small smile and dropped her sandwich onto the counter, slipping off the stool and walking over to the older woman. The second Buffy reached her side, she enveloped the small blond in a hug.

"Evelyn, sweetheart. You should be used to calling me that by now!" She let loose a tinkling laugh, and Buffy had to smile at the excitement that reached her eyes. She doubted that this woman had laughed like that in a long time. "It's been so long. How have you been?"

"I've been pretty good." Evelyn placed her hand on Buffy's back and nudged her out of the kitchen, leading her toward the sitting room a the front of the house.

"Sit." She gestured toward the beautifully decorated couch, and Buffy obliged, watching as she walked over to the drink cart, pouring herself half a glass of amber liquid. "Want a drink, sweetheart?"

"No thanks," Buffy said, smiling sadly at the fact that she was drinking at one thirty in the afternoon. "So, how are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm doing alright. Not as young as I used to be, but better than most, I suppose." She let out another soft laugh before draining half of her drink. The two continued to make small talk for about half an hour. That's when the hard hitting questions started flying. "The scar on your neck. How did you get it?" Evelyn knew that Buffy was the Slayer because of Caleb and his big mouth. All of her friends' parents knew. It was the only way they would allow their sons to tell Buffy about their powers. Of course they had told her long before that, but that was another story..

"Angel... but I guess you'd know him as Angelus." Buffy answered, absently bringing a hand to her neck to caress the bite mark located there.

"But I thought he had a soul now?" Apparently she had heard this from Caleb. She had told him everything about her relationship with Angel up until he had come back from hell. She really hadn't discussed that with anyone.

"He does. He... was poisoned. My blood was the only thing that could save him." Evelyn cupped her hand to Buffy's cheek, giving her a sympathetic look. "We never had a future, though. After graduation he left. Said that he wanted me to be with someone who could take me into the light." A single tear slipped from her eye and down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away, hating the weakness she was showing.

"You loved him." It was a statement, not a question. Buffy nodded, letting out a bitter laugh.

"But that's over and done with now. No use looking back on it now." Evelyn seemed to sense that she didn't want to talk about it any more and quickly changed the subject. "How is Joyce? Does she know about your... abilities?"

"For about a year. She didn't... take it so well." Evelyn gave her a thoughtful look, playing with her empty glass. She hadn't had another drink after the first one, and Buffy smiled inwardly. Apparently her company was enough to keep the woman entertained.

"No, I don't expect that any mother would." She looked down, and Buffy could hear the sorrow in her voice. "No mother wants to hear that her only child could lose his life at an early age." The discussion had turned away from Buffy and toward Caleb. Her brow furrowed with worry and she scooted closer to the older woman, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as she began to cry.

"Evelyn..." She took the empty glass and placed it on the table, turning and lifting the brunette's chin so that she was staring into her eyes. "Caleb's strong. I know a bit about the seduction of dark powers, and trust me. He'll be fine."

"But he's so young," she whispered, her sobs dying down to small hiccups. "That much power shouldn't be given to someone so young."

"I know," Buffy agreed sadly, gently patting the other woman on the back.

"Promise that you'll keep him safe?" She stared at Caleb's mother for a second, feeling her heart break at the fact that she was being called upon to protect the woman's son. There was nothing that Evelyn could do, so she was giving the responsibility to Buffy.

"I promise."

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About half an hour later, Buffy had politely excused herself from the conversation, wanting to take a shower before she saw the boys. She was currently shampooing her hair in the beautiful, stone shower, singing a song, slightly off key, that she had stuck in her head. Rinsing out her hair, she got out of the shower, wrapping herself in a fuzzy white towel and walking over to the mirror. Wiping her hand across it to dispel the condensation, she gasped and clutched the white marble sink, feeling a large pulse of energy flow through her veins, exactly like the one she had felt two nights ago. Slowly turning around, she stepped back, her lower back connecting with the sink, as a puff of steam took the shape of a face before disappearing all together. Not feeling the presence in the room any longer, she slowly backed out of the room, watching for any signs of supernatural activity.

"Bad, bad, bad," she muttered to herself as she rushed into the bathroom, vaulting over the bed and grabbing her cell phone off the nightstand. Quickly dialing Caleb's number, she waited impatiently as it rung a few times. "Caleb?" she asked as soon as he answered. "Something happened... I just-..."

"Woah, Buffy, slow down!" he interrupted gently, and she took a deep breath to calm herself before continuing.

"I was getting out of the shower and I got one of those... energy pulse things whenever one of you use. There was this little... puff of smoke or something behind me, and there was some sort of... face in it. A second after I saw it, it disappeared into thin air." She sat down on the bed, pulling the towel closer to her body and worrying her lip between her teeth.

"Are you sure it wasn't just... steam?" Buffy rolled her eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh.

"I've been the Slayer for two years. I think I know evil when I see and feel it. I got that feeling that I get whenever you guys use."

"Alright, alright, sorry, just making sure." There was a pause as he said something to someone by him. "Something happened to me too. I was racing Chase today at practice, and his eyes went completely back."

"Are you sure?" There was a pause, and she could practically hear him raising his eyebrow at her. "Sorry, sorry," she apologized, realizing that she had just done the thing that she had gotten annoyed at him for. "What are you going to do?"

"I'll come pick you up now, and we'll decide together, alright?" Buffy nodded without thinking but then answered, realizing that he couldn't see her.

"Yeah, sure. See you soon." Bidding goodbye to her friend, Buffy snapped her phone shut, walking over to the closet and once again glancing outside to see the rain pounding against the window, she changed into a pair of form-fitting jeans and a black longsleeved shirt. Not bothering drying her hair since it would get wet the second she stepped outside, she grabbed her phone, wallet, and a few weapons, tucking each into it's usual place before grabbing a jacket and exiting the room. Making her way down the stairs, she sat down on the last one, leaning her head against the banister and waiting for Caleb to show up. About ten minutes later, the door opened, and he stepped through, soaking wet.

"Hey," he said, rushing over to her and sweeping her up into a hug, a relieved look on his face. "You're alright."

"Fine." She gave him a smile as he released her and followed him outside and into the rain, quickly getting into the car and shaking the water from her hair and jacket. "So, where are we going?"

"Just to the admissions office to do a little breaking and entering." He didn't elaborate any further, and Buffy nodded.

"Sounds like fun." The rest of the drive was made in silence, and it took a little less than fifteen minutes to drive to the school due to the rain. Pulling into the lot, Caleb parked the silver convertible next to Pogue, and Buffy smiled as he opened the door and helped her out.

"All this attention could go to a girl's head," she joked, and he smiled at her before taking her hand and leading her over to Caleb.

"Come on." He crossed the parking lot and stopped in front of a old brick building. Pulling her under the overhang, he shook the rain from his jacket as Buffy and Pogue looked at him curiously.

"Why are we doing this?" asked Pogue, mirroring her thoughts.

"Because I saw the darkling again. And something attacked Buffy." He gestured toward her, and Pogue spun around, looking at her in concern.

"It'd didn't attack me. It just watch me get... out of the shower." Buffy scrunched up her nose, what had happened finally sinking in. "Ew. Okay, that's worse." Seeing that she was unhurt, Pogue turned back to Caleb.

"Yeah, but why break into the admissions office?"

"Cause I want to know more about Chase Collins." He made for the door, but Pogue grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

"Look, I don't even like the guy, but are you sure you're not just imaging this?" Caleb shook his head, clearly annoyed by Pogue's lack of faith.

"I'm telling you. His eyes were as black as night in the pool today."

"Alright..." said Pogue hesitantly, looking over to Buffy who shrugged her shoulders. Caleb walked up to the door and with a flash of his eyes, the lock clicked open, and he pushed them both into the warm, dry room.

"Hey guys," Buffy said as Caleb shut the door, causing both of them to turn toward her. "I'm gonna stay here. Play look out in case someone shows up." The two nodded, knowing that she could take care of herself, and continued down the hallway and up a flight of stairs, disappearing from sight. Slinking away from the window so that she wouldn't be seen by anyone walking toward the building, she dropped onto a nearby bench, wondering what they were looking for. What they were expecting to find. Her eyes glazed over as she watched the rain pound against the clear glass, but she was snapped out of her daze as she saw someone hurrying toward the building through the rain. A security guard. "Dammit." Racing down the hall and up the stairs, she skidded to a halt, spotting Pogue and Caleb by some cabinets. "Security guard!" Their heads whipped toward the staircase as they heard the sound of the door being opened, and the boys gathered up their papers.

"Get on my back," Pogue whispered, turning his back to her.

"What?" She furrowed her brow, not understanding what he wanted.

"Just do it." She raised an eyebrow but locked her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pulling herself up. A second later, she was floating by the ceiling, grabbing onto him for support as her stomach did little flip flops from the height. Looking to the left, she saw that Caleb was right next to them, his arms spread to his sides to keep him airborne. Glancing down, she watched as the security guard walked into the room, stopping once he saw that a cabinet, the one that Pogue and Caleb had been searching through, had been left open. Clicking on his flashlight, he looked around the room but thankfully didn't look directly above him. A few papers loose papers fell out of the folder Pogue was holding, and Buffy made to grab for them, but they stopped in mid air as the fire flashed in Caleb's eyes. The guard continued to look around for another few seconds before slamming the cabinet closed and walking out of the room. Buffy let out the breath she had been holding, her feet touching the ground as Pogue let them down.

"That was close." Caleb opened the cabinet, and the two hastily shoved the folders into it, closing and locking it softly behind them. "Got all you need?"

"Yeah." Caleb nodded, placing a hand on her shoulder and leading her down the stairs. However, a second later, he blurted a name out, causing both Buffy and Pogue to jump slightly at the sudden sound. "Agnus Goodwin Pope. That's where I've heard it before."

"Come again?" Buffy asked. Looking over at Pogue, she saw that he looked about as confused as she felt.

"The Book of Damnation." He turned his attention away from Buffy and toward Pogue. "They used to call her Goody Pope. Do you remember her?" He shrugged, clearly still confused.

"I haven't read the book since we were kids." Caleb turned away, and grabbing Buffy by the hand, strode out of the building, dragging her with him. Buffy groaned as her newly dried hair and clothes were once again soaked by the rain. Wrenching her hand out of his grip, not one to be pulled along behind someone, she gave him a look, which he promptly ignored. Leading her over to the car, he nudged her in, closing it behind her.

"Just call Reid and Tyler," she heard him order before getting into the driver's seat. Pogue nodded before hopping on his motorcycle, pulling on the helmet, and speeding out of the parking lot. "Buffy, I think I should take you home. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Enough with this big brother crap," she said, giving him an annoyed glare. "I know that you want to protect me, but I'm already in this. There is no way that I'm going to let you four face this by yourself. Now drive." He gave her a look, but she waved her hands as the steering wheel, gesturing for him to get moving. "C'mon Caleb. If you don't drive, I'll be forced to. And we both know that if I'm driving, we won't make it ten feet without crashing." He sighed, staring at her for a second before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot onto the street. It took them about twenty minutes to get to his family's only colonial house, Buffy staring out the windshield the entire time, thinking about the fact that whenever she tried to get a bit of piece and quiet, evil seemed to find her. It had stopped raining, but the roads were still slick, and the trees lining the winding road continued to fling large water droplets onto the car.

Pulling up to the wooden fence of the house, Caleb put the convertible in park, and Buffy got out of the car, noticing that Pogue's bike and Tyler's SUV were already there. Taking her hand in his, he led her across the front lawn of the property toward the house, entering it quietly and leading her to the kitchen. Opening a simple wooden door, he led her to the basement, a place where Buffy had only set foot in once before: the night that they had told her about the powers they were to inherit from their fathers. As Caleb led her down a series of steep stone steps that were lined with candles, she saw that Pogue, Tyler, and Reid were all there, standing somewhat tensely in front of three stone benches on opposite sides of a raised circular platform. Buffy looked around the room, her stomach clenched at the expectant silence. No one greeted them. The three boys simply watched as they reached the bottom, Caleb placing a hand on her shoulder and leading her to the bench between Tyler and Reid. She sat down on the very left of the bench, making room for him in case he sat down. None of them questioned her presence, they all considered her family and knew that she was as much part of this as they were.

"I told them everything. About the darkling. What we found in his file." Caleb nodded at Pogue in acknowledgment, and he turned toward the bookcase located between his and Tyler's bench, flashing his eyes and directing an ornately bound book off of the bookcase and onto a circular, stone table-like structure with carvings on the surface in the middle of the circle. As soon as the book reached the circle, it continued to float above it, and a fire ignited around the rim, lighting the room. Caleb sat down next to Buffy, and the others followed, watching as the book opened and flipped to a specific page.

"It's a list of names," Caleb started in a low voice as the book lifted up, circling around the table so that they all could see what was on the pages. Buffy squinted at the small script and ornate decorations, unable to read it. "Filed charges against John Putnam and his family during the Salem hunt." The boys and Buffy looked away from the book, focusing all of their attention on Caleb. "Pope was one of them. Goody Pope. Widow of Jacob, mother to Agen-..."

"So what?" interrupted Reid. Caleb didn't give him a look like Buffy had expected. He merely continued his explanation.

"So she claimed that John Putnam came to her as an incubus in her dreams. After she was widowed." The book flipped a few pages backwards, continuing it's circling of the table. "The book also records births and deaths during the damnation. Goody Pope's husband Jacob died June 4, 1692. Her son Hagan was born April 11, 1693. That's ten months and twenty-four days later." The book slammed shut and dropped to the table, causing the fire encircling it and the candles around the room to flicker.

"If what you're saying is true," Tyler said after a moment's pause, looking away from the book and toward Caleb. "Then Hagan Pope is the bastard son of John Putnam. And the fifth bloodline didn't end at Salem." Caleb dropped his head and took a deep breath before continuing.

"And Chase is one of us."

"That's crazy," exclaimed Reid, his gaze fixed on Caleb. "He can't be." Caleb sighed again, looking straight at Reid.

"The night after the party at the Dells, someone was using. The power was strong enough to wake me."

"Me too," Buffy whispered, causing the boys' gaze to snap toward her.

"The next night, it happened again," continued Caleb.

"I felt it then," Pogue piped up, nodding.

"See I told you," said Tyler, gesturing toward Reid before turning back toward Caleb. "I felt it too." Caleb looked at the fire for a few moments before glancing at Reid.

"When you said it wasn't you, were you lying?" Reid looked slightly annoyed at being asked this question again, but he answered obediently.

"No."

"You swear." His voice was so low and demanding that Reid would have been an idiot to lie to him.

"I swear." There was a long pause while Buffy looked at Caleb as he took another deep breath.

"Then it was him." Caleb's cell phone rung, and he looked down, reaching into his inner coat pocket and pulling it out. Looking at the screen, Buffy saw that it was Sarah. "Hey, could I call you ba-..." He paused and Buffy leaned closer, hearing crying and deep breaths through the phone.

"Kate's been attacked," Buffy heard through the phone with her Slayer hearing. She gasped and made to stand up, but Caleb put a hand on her knee, telling her to stay put and be quiet.

"Wait, wait, what?" He paused again, his eyes staring straight into Buffy's.

"They say it's like she's been bitten by spiders." Sarah took a deep breath, calming herself so that she could continue. "And I had this terrible nightmare about spiders." Another deep breath. "I'm scared, Caleb. Something weird is happening." Caleb's voice was still soft, but his next sentence came out as an order.

"Okay, listen I want you to go back to your dorm and wait for me there. I'll see you soon, okay?" He clicked off his phone and brought it to his lips before dropping it back into his pocket and taking another deep breath. "He's put a spell on Kate."

"What are you talking about?" Pogue demanded, and Buffy could hear the worry in his voice. "What kind of spell?"

"Creation. Spiders. They're taking her to a hospital in Gloucester." Pogue stood up, his eyes going completely black, making a few of the candles close to him flicker and go out. "Wait!" Caleb put up a hand, motioning for him to sit back down. "Don't do anything until we know wha-"

"We're talking about Kate!" Pogue yelled before running up the stairs, candles flickering out as he ran by them. Without another glance at the other boys, Buffy jumped to her feet and chased him up the stairs, out of the house, and across the front lawn, finally catching up to him as he reached his bike.

"Pogue!" she yelled, taking a step back as his head whipped toward her, his eyes black and a snarl on his face. When he saw her, his face relaxed and he got onto his bike, but his eyes didn't return to their normal color. "Wait, I'm coming with you."

"No." He revved up the bike, but she clamped a hand over his, squeezing and preventing him from going anywhere.

"We can argue, or we can go see if your girlfriend's okay." He stared at her for a few minutes before handing her his helmet, clearly waiting for her to get on. Grabbing the helmet and putting it on, she jumped on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Backing up and swinging the bike around so it was facing the road, he sped off, his muscles tense beneath his leather jacket. Buffy didn't say another word, knowing that he needed quiet, lost in her own thoughts. Driving down the rain-slicked road, Pogue was bent almost completely flat against the bike, and Buffy looked at the speed gauge, seeing that he was going one forty. Wrapping her arms tighter around his waist and clenching her knees against the bike, she leaned forward, not really wanting to fly off. They drove for about ten minutes until Pogue slammed on the breaks, making the bike skid to a stop and Buffy smash into his back. Looking over his shoulder and shifting her hands to his hips, Buffy saw Chase standing in the middle of the road about a hundred feet in front of them, feeling the bike shift as Pogue planted his feet on the ground so that the bike stood standing.

"Pogue... No..."

"Come to save Little Miss Muffet, have we?" Buffy heard Chase say, and although he seemed to be speaking normally, his voice traveled the hundred or so feet, even without her Slayer hearing. "Well you're too late!" Pogue revved his engine.

"Pogue!" He ignored her, just as she predicted he would.

"A spider came and sat down beside her and frightened Miss Muffet away." The bike shot forward, leaving skid marks on the road behind them, and Buffy flung her arms back around his waist to keep from flying off the back. Even from a hundred feet away, Buffy saw the tell-tale fire race across Chase's irises, and she took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do. Without another thought, she removed her hands from Pogue's waist and tightened the grip on her bike with her legs before ripping the helmet off her head and plunking it down on Pogue's, feeling him jerk at his suddenly impaired vision. They were now only about twenty feet away from Chase. With a loud yell, she shoved Pogue off of the motorcycle, sending him tumbling to the pavement, and scrambled to the front, grabbing the handlebars and holding them steady. A few seconds before she hit him, Chase raised his arms, pointing them straight at the bike and raising them above his head. The next sequence of events seemed to happen in slow motion: Buffy was ripped from the bike and flew over Chase, crashing to the ground behind him, feeling her head smash against the concrete and the flesh being scraped from her body as she skid a few feet across the asphalt. She crashed into the sparking motorcycle and gasped as she felt the bones in her arm and a couple of her ribs snap under the impact. She winced and let out a pained groan, rolling herself over onto her back.

"Well, well, well," she watched as Chase walked over to her, but she didn't try to get up. She knew she was too injured. She just laid there, breathing heavily with her head leaned back against the wet ground, blinking the blood out of her eyes. "This is even better than I expected." He kneeled down next to her, grabbing her jaw with one hand and lifting her head off the ground, using the other hand to caress her cheek. "Pogue would have been good bait for Caleb, but you... You're so much better." He laughed, but his expression quickly shifted to a scowl as Buffy spit a mouthful of blood into his face. "Ooooh. Feisty." He brought back the hand that had been caressing her cheek and slapped her across the face, causing her to clench her teeth as the blood from her head wound spattered into her eye. However, the next thing she knew, his hand was ripped from her jaw, making her grunt in pain as her head was dropped back to the ground. Turning her head to the side, she saw Chase getting to his feet a few yards away, and shifting her gaze in the other direction, she saw Pogue standing a few feet away with his arms raised in front of him. Looking back to where Chase was standing, she watched as he blew her a kiss before disappearing into thin air. Taking a deep breath and wincing as her fractured ribs shifted with the movement, she turned her gaze toward the sky as Pogue skidded to a halt next to her and dropped to his knees.

"Buffy!" He shifted her head into his lap, his hand coming back bloody from where it had connected with her wound. "What the hell were you thinking?" He brushed a few strands of hair out of her face and dug his phone out of his pocket with his free hand, clearly dialing 911.

"Pogue..." she managed to get out before her breath caught in her throat, and she started coughing, a trail of blood trickling from her parted lips.

"Shh... Don't talk," he said looking down at her before yelling to the phone. "I need an ambulance!" Buffy's breath became ragged, and his face started to blur in front of her. "Buffy! stay with me!" She didn't respond and closed her eyes; suddenly the act of keeping them open became too much for her. "Buffy!" Letting out a deep breath, she felt her body go limp as she slipped into unconsciousness.

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Dammit. Okay, so I wanted to finish this story up this chapter, but clearly that didn't happen. I waisted too many pages and time with Buffy at the mansion... Oh well. I guess you guys'll have to suffer through one more chapter! D Drop me a review and tell me what you think!