Chapter Two

"Mmm, morning Buffy. Buffy?" Spike lifted his head to find his love missing. "Buffy are you here?"

He got up and put on some clothes thinking that she went downstairs to get some breakfast. "Buffy?" He raced downstairs asking if anyone had seen her. When all he received was the requisite 'I thought she was with you' he began checking all of the rooms.

"Willow, can you do a locator spell?" Spike looked at her praying she would be able to find his Buffy.

"Of course Spike. Just, don't worry too much, 'kay. I am sure she is fine. She's probably at the store or something."


"Spike? Willow? Anyone?" Buffy found herself alone in a room that hadn't existed for six years.

"Buffy, honey you're going to be late for school if you don't hurry."

"Mommy," Buffy almost broke do in tears when she had heard her mother's voice. Then she remembered, school, Giles he will be able to tell me what is going on. She ran to her closet and quickly found something to wear. "I hope my mom doesn't want to know why I look older."

She flew out the door and ran to the car.

"Wow, why can't I get you to school this easily everyday?"

Her mom got in the car and drove Buffy to school. Buff ykept her eyes on the scenery flashing by her out of the passenger window. "I'll meet you here at 3:30."

Buffy gave a wave and ran into the school. "Willow! Xander! Have you guys seen Giles?"

Willow looked at Buffy carefully before telling her he was in the library as usual.

"Thanks!" Buffy headed straight for the library.

"Giles! I need your help."


Willow looked up at the gang and told them she couldn't find Buffy anywhere.

"No you can't give up!" Spike slammed his hand on the desk behind him and sent an old yearbook flying.

Willow jumped then marveled as the book began to glow.

"Look at the book," Willow pointed to the book on the floor. "I don't think we are looking for a where, but a when."

"The past? But how?" Giles immediately began to research to answer his own questions. "Well don't just sit there, help me find a way to get her back!"


Giles looked up at the girl standing in front of him in confusion, "Buffy?"

"Giles, what's wrong?" Buffy stood with her hands on her hips waiting for a reply.

"It's, um, nothing really. Just..." Giles was inching backwards when he tripped over some books.

"Giles! Are you okay?" Buffy ran over to help Giles up and was pushed back as he darted away from her.

"Perfectly fine." Giles reached the weapons cage and pulled out a cross and a crossbow.

"Giles? What are you doing?" Buffy put her hands up and backed into the counter.

"You thought you could fool me? I can see what you are." Giles lunged forward and Buffy ran into the office.

"Giles! It's Buffy!" As Buffy closed the door and saw her reflection in the window. She realized she hadn't redone the glamour and her true features were showing.

"Bloody Hell!" Giles fell and accidentally shot himself with the crossbow.

"Blood-" Buffy lost herself in the smell of blood and didn't recognize the sound of Xander and Willow screaming.

"Buffy! No!" They were pulling at Buffy trying to get her to stop drinking from Giles.

Buffy got up and threw Xander and Willow off of her. "Better get him to a doctor!" Buffy laughed as she ran out of the library.

"Xander! Call an ambulance!" Willow tried to slow the bleeding while Xander scrambled to the phone. "Please make it Giles. Please."

"Xander, we need to call the others, they need to know what has happened to Buffy."

"Right, I'll find Cordelia and Oz, then we can go to deadboy's place and pick him up."

Willow and Xander went their separate ways, Willow with Giles to the hospital and Xander in search of the others.


"Don't worry mom! I'm gonna be at the library with Willow and Xander." Buffy quickly rummaged through her closet to find something that would appeal to the Spike in this time. Oh, got to go if I want to find him.

Buffy ran back out of the house and back to the school. She knew that Willow, Xander, and Giles would all be at the hospital so she sauntered through the school after checking to make sure her glamour was still in place. She found the perfect victim in the form of a seriously stupid jock.

Buffy led him out of the school and into a graveyard. The boy was salivating at the chance to hook up with someone, especially in the middle of the day. Once in the cemetery, Buffy led the boy to a mausoleum.

"Come on, it is time to have some fun."

"Right, let's do it."

Buffy rolled her eyes at the teen and looked him from top to bottom.

"Seems to me that you are lacking something, now what could it be?"

"I have everything you need, now come on stop playing around!"

"If that is really what you want."

Buffy began to circle the boy, taking her time in deciding what to do first. Finally she stopped right in front of him. She cocked her head to the side and swiped her nails across his face, drawing blood.

"Hey, you bitch, what was that for?" The boy lunged at her to try and pin her down, but she stepped neatly to the side.

"That was the beginning of your death. What did you think we were here for something else?"

The boy shrieked and tried to run past her, but Buffy grabbed him and threw him into the back wall of the crypt.

"Now, now, no running. This will only hurt for a moment," remembering something said to her long ago Buffy added, "that is until the searing pain sets in.

The boy began to cry at her chilling smile and wicked looking knife.


Xander, Cordelia, and Oz arrived at Angel's door just before nightfall.

"Angel, we need to tell you something, it's about Buffy."

"What is it Xander, is she hurt?" Angel got a panicky look in his eyes.

"She's a vampire. She almost killed Giles."

Angel felt his world shatter. It couldn't possibly be true, no, it was some cruel prank that the boy was playing.

"That's really not funny Xander!"

"Angel, he's not lying, we need you to come to the hospital with us," Oz stated as he laid a hand on Angel's shoulder.

The look of pure agony in Angel's eyes made them all want to weep. They did not know the agony was not for the loss of the girl, to him it was the loss of what she represented. She was his shining light at the end of the tunnel, his prize at the end of the game.