As soon as she got back to her cabin, Anne scrambled around in her bag until she found her music player. The sounds of the campfire songs were still audible in the distance, and now that she'd acknowledged them as the source of the spell, she could feel them fighting to take hold again in her mind. She needed to push them out of her mind once and for all.

She turned the volume all the way up as she put on her headphones, sighing in relief as the Runaways blasted her eardrums, Joan Jett forcing away the last of the spell's foothold in her mind.

Anne sat down on the edge of the bed, running her fingers through her hair as she tried to regroup. She was stranded in Connecticut with demons who were brainwashing children with camp songs.

Hadn't she told her parents this was a bad idea?

She needed a plan, someway to figure out why this was happening and what she had to do to stop it. But first, she needed to get Rebecca out from under the spell, too. Whatever she was up against, Anne knew she'd need help in facing it.

Luck must've been on her side finally, Anne decided, as Rebecca walked into the cabin. "Anne? Are you all right? I saw you leave, and Carrie said you had a stomach ache."

Anne jumped up, slipping her headphones over Rebecca's head before she could protest. After a moment, Rebecca's eyes widened, and she yelled, "They're brainwashing us!" before slapping her hand over her mouth at realizing how loud she was.

Rebecca slid the headphones down so they hung around her neck, the music still faint in the room. "They've got a really powerful cloaking spell going," she hissed. "I can feel it now that I'm aware of it."

"I know," Anne replied with a nod. "I'm catching all sorts of things I didn't before. This place reeks of demons for one thing." She wrinkled her nose. "Ugh. I don't know how I missed that…"

"Who do you think it is? The counselors?"

"I know Carrie's involved," Anne said. "When I realized what was happening, I looked at her, and for a moment, I saw what I suppose is her true face." She shuddered at the memory. "It wasn't pretty."

"So what are they, child eating demons?" Rebecca asked, her eyes widening at the thought.

"Maybe, but I think it's more than that. For one thing, people have been coming here for years, and I haven't heard anything about kids being snack food. And for another, they haven't come after anyone yet. They're just keeping us complacent, biding their time."

"So you think they're waiting for something?"

Anne nodded again. "I do. If they just wanted to kill us all, they wouldn't go through the trouble of setting up an elaborate cloaking spell, at least not for this long. There would've been a camper massacre by now."

"Good point," Rebecca replied. "But what are they waiting for?"

"I for one am not going to wait around to find out," Anne said. "Come lights out tonight, they're going down. No one brainwashes me into enjoying bloody arts and crafts time and gets away with it."

"But Anne, there's two of us, and who knows how many of them. Some of the other campers could even be demons, for all we know."

"Yes, but we have the element of surprise. They have no idea who we are, or that we're on to them. Besides, I come from a family of odds-defiers. I can do this."

Rebecca looked less than certain. "Anne, I don't…"

"Trust me, Becca. I've already got a plan. Besides, what choice do we have? Sit around and wait for the demons to do whatever evil they're plotting?"

"We could call our parents, tell them what's going on," Rebecca suggested.

"If they believe us and don't think it's just a scheme to get out of our punishment, they'll still have to fly over from London. By that point it could be too late—the demons could've already carried out their plan or they could've caught on to us. A transatlantic phone call alone could very well be enough to tip them off."

"Right then," Rebecca said, her expression shifting to one of determination. "You said you have a plan. What do you need me to do?"

"Do you think you could work a little cloaking mojo of your own? At least enough for us to sneak out of here tonight undetected?"

"Yeah, I can," Rebecca replied. "No problem there."

"Good."

"What are you going to do?"

Anne reached into her bag again, this time pulling out her father's old silver Zippo lighter. She turned around to face Rebecca again, a smile on her face as a flame erupted from the lighter.

"I'm going to push the odds a little more in our favor."

Rebecca reminded herself she had nothing to be nervous about. It wasn't as if this was the first time she'd ever performed a cloaking spell—far from it. She was a powerful witch, especially considering her age, and she could do this in her sleep.

Still, she couldn't keep her hands from shaking.

"It's okay," Anne whispered as she placed her hand on Rebecca's shoulder. "Whatever happens tonight, they aren't going to get you. I won't let them."

Rebecca met Anne's eyes and saw the steely determination in there. Even with the odds stacked against them, Rebecca knew her friend. Anne would come out of this on the winning side. There was no other choice, and Anne knew it.

"Right," Rebecca whispered back with a quick nod of her head. "Let's do this thing."

Rebecca let her eyes slide shut as she chanted in a low whisper, the air around both her and Anne shimmering as the cloaking spell fell into place. Once she felt it was firmly in place, Rebecca opened her eyes again and gave Anne a nod.

"Good to go?" Anne asked in a whisper.

"Yeah. As of now, we're invisible. I don't know how strong it is or if they won't be able to break it if they figure out what's going on, however," Rebecca whispered back.

"That's fine. It just needs to hold up long enough to get us to the activities hut."

Puzzled, Rebecca asked, "Why do you need to get to the activities hut?"

Anne grabbed Rebecca's hand and started pulling her along. "I'll show you when we get there, but let's get going now. We don't have a lot of time to waste."

Knowing Anne was right and time was of the essence, Rebecca followed her out of the cabin.

"Annie, you're a genius."

"I know, aren't I?" Anne replied with a grin as she tested the string of a bow with her fingers. "Not quite the crossbow I'm used to, but it's good enough. Now help me tip them."

Rebecca smiled back as she realized Anne had more up her sleeve than just the bows and arrows. "That's what you're using the lighter for, isn't it?"

Anne nodded. "Too many demons can just yank an arrow right out, but there's not many who won't be at least slowed down by a flaming one. There's paint thinner over there. That should be flammable enough to use as an accelerant."

"You're a wily little pyro."

"It's what I pride myself on." Anne stopped, perking up in a way that Rebecca had long since learned to recognize as meaning she'd heard something. "Time to check how well that cloaking spell of yours is working," she said as she pulled Rebecca over into the shadows. "Carrie and Dan are coming this way."

Moments later, Rebecca could hear their approach as well, and soon, the door to the activities hut flew open. Dan and Carrie stormed in, and with them, Rebecca could feel their cloaking spell pushing at the edge of her mind again. She shook it off, and could hardly contain her gasp as she looked at them now.

They were demons. Hideous and leathery, with fearsome claws and dripping fangs.

Somehow, the camp counselor uniforms didn't make them any less terrifying.

Rebecca ventured a glance at Anne and while her expression was stoic, she could tell from her friend's eyes that she was seeing the same thing she was.

"The horrid little brats couldn't have gotten far," Carrie hissed. "If they'd left the campgrounds, we would've been alerted."

"They're still here," Dan replied. "And when we find them, I will tear their eyes from their skulls. We have waited too long and gone through too many preparations to fail in restoring Kalesh."

"We will not fail," Carrie said. "We swore to our lord when he was banished from this dimension that we would restore him to his former seat of power upon his return, and that we will do. We will find the troublemakers, and then Kalesh will feed on their souls." Carrie turned and left the activities hut, Dan close on her heels.

Once she was certain Dan and Carrie were gone, Anne let out the breath she was holding. "Do you know who this Kalesh is?" she asked Rebecca.

Rebecca shook her head. "No clue." She let out a heavy sigh. "I wish my da were here. He'd know. Probably."

"Well, we've got enough to go on for now," Anne said. "They want to bring Kalesh into this dimension, and he eats souls. Hopefully, anything else about him won't be pertinent because we'll kill the demonic counselors before Kalesh becomes a problem himself."

"Okay, sounds like a plan we can…" Rebecca stopped, her eyes growing wide. "Do you think that's why they want all of us here? To feed our souls to Kalesh?"

Anne nodded, even as the look on her face made it clear how repulsive she thought that idea was. "If he's been banished to another dimension, then he's probably weakened, which will mean they'd want to provide him with a big meal—and children's souls tend to be the best for that."

Rebecca's face wrinkled in disgust. "So they've what, lured in food for their leader by setting up a fake summer camp?" She shook her head. "Every time I think demons can't get any more repulsive, they push that envelope."

"Well, we're about to throw a spanner in the works. They obviously didn't account for any of the kids they lured in to be capable of handling this sort of thing." Anne stood back up and made her way over to the supplies she planned to use to tip the arrows.

"And are we? I mean, we've never exactly faced an apocalypse without our parents before."

Anne turned at that, and for a moment, her eyes flashed a feral yellow. "Oh, we are. These bastards are about to learn exactly why you don't screw with a Summers."

With a bow in one hand and a machete she'd found in a locked cabinet in the other, Anne crept, crouched, towards the counselors' cabin, Rebecca following closely behind.

"Stay close to me," Anne whispered to Rebecca. "I'm a bit more durable than you."

Rebecca nodded her assent, not about to argue the point with Anne in an ill-conceived attempt at nobility. She'd do anything for her friend, but she also knew that if one of them was going to be seriously injured in this battle, odds were it was going to be her and not the child of a vampire—of the living variety as he may be—and a Slayer.

Anne moved to the window, peeking in and swallowing a gasp at what she saw. The counselor's cabin as crawling with demons, many of which must've been staying hidden from the campers by not coming out at all. "There's more than I thought," she hissed.

Rebecca's eyes widened. "More than you can handle?"

"Hell no. I'm going to set the whole building on fire."

"Oh. Well, carry on then."

"Stand back. I need to break this window, and then things are going to get ugly."

Quickly, Rebecca moved backwards, ducking as Anne smashed the machete against the window.

Every demon in the cabin turned its eyes towards the window, but Anne was quick, and before they could move, she had her first arrow pulled and lit. It soared through the air and landed in a chair cushion, the chair immediately bursting into flames.

Dan, still dressed in his uniform, leapt to his feet, bellowing to his fellow demons. Anne knew the moment the cloaking spell failed, as Dan turned and lowered his cold, reptilian eyes on her.

"They see us," Anne said as she prepared a second arrow.

"Do I need to try to get the spell back up?" Rebecca asked.

Anne shook her head. "No. I don't think there's any reason to try to hide when I'm here shooting flaming arrows." She lit the arrow in her bow and let it fly.

"Good point."

The fire was rapidly spreading, and Anne grinned to herself as her next arrow hit one of the demons squarely in the chest. It let out an unearthly bellow before it burst into flames and disappeared in a flash.

"Ooh…I like the ones that do that!" Anne exclaimed in glee as she reloaded her bow.

Inside the cabin, the demons scrambled, trying to escape the flames and Anne's expert aim. With a wicked grin, Anne got Carrie in her sights and let the arrow fly. "Chastise me on my technique, will you," Anne said smugly as she watched Carrie burst into flames. "Take that, bitch."

Anne reached behind her, ready to grab another arrow, when she heard Rebecca cry. She turned, her heart skipping as she saw Dan holding Rebecca up with his clawed hands wrapped around her neck.

"Put the weapon down, or I snap her neck."

Fear truly gripping her for the first time since she'd started her siege, Anne dropped her bow.