"Thought you said she'd be safe here." Spike snapped now glaring out the window seemingly unphased by the literal clouds of smoke escaping his skin from the gapped exposure to the peaking sunlight of a new day.
Tara didn't answer aloud as she gingerly extracted herself from Buffy's grip to join the vampire at the window. "Get away from the window Spike, Buffy doesn't need you ashing yourself over her just yet." The wicca ordered meeting William's glare with an authoritative one of her own as she nudged him back with her hip.
"Willow must have used a tracking spell, it's the only explanation." She muses aloud despite it being Xander making a poor attempt at being stealthy as he squinted up at the wrong row of windows from across the street. the similarities not lost on the lingering Wicca now backing quickly away without turning her back on the window.
"Tara?"
The sleepy sound of her name pauses the absent scratching of Tara's fingers against the scared mark marring her skin under the covering of her shirt.
"Sshh sweetie. Go back to sleep."
But Buffy shakes her head worry not clouding her eyes. "I can't. I have to…. The others. They're in trouble. I have to….."
"Easy, Pet." Spike chimed in still flexing the newly healed hand a few more times as he got up from his place on the sofa. "What are you talking about?"
"Faith and the other potentials they're….I don't know but I think they're about to walk into a trap."
Surprisingly Tara only nodes once before striding with far more confidence towards the newly abandoned sofa. "Then if you wanna save them you're going to need this."
Spike gave a nervous growl at the sight of the cloth wrapped in something the Wicca pulled from the upturned sofa cushions. "Guess now I know why that thing was so uncomfortable." He attempted to joke as he inched away from both Tara and whatever it was she was holding.
"What is it?" Buffy asked her gaze fixed in awe of the covered thing Tara was holding out to her. so, trusting. She could feel the power of it calling to her. she'd never felt this before. The call of a weapon longing to be used like this one was.
Tara shrugged "Don't know. The Powers just said 'Give this to the true slayer when the time was right. And well if you think the others are in danger then this is a pretty good time to me."
"Yes, yes, good, good. Can we go now before any of those fools get any more themselves killed?" Spike asks, drawing the other two back to the looming threat at hand.
"H—How? The school is all the way-" Buffy started to remind only for Tara to give a vixen-worthy smile before the apartment was shimmering around them like raindrops sliding down the window glass, or more worrying for Buffy considering she too knew the burning ripping of a bullet wound as if she were trying to look at something thought fire smoke before reforming around them into the very space they'd needed.
"You sure She's not the First?" Spike asked warily as Tara wavered on the spot from visible fatigue as the sounds of the potential's screams echoed around them.
"She wouldn't have been able to hold this is she was anything but one thousand percent good." Buffy answers unwrapping the weapon still held tightly in her grip. The red and steel of the curved axe head caught what was left of the light earning a nervous growl from the long coat-wearing vampire beside her.
"Go, Buffy. We'll get to work finding a way out for all of you when you're finished." Tara coughed pointing at a weak-looking point on the floor a few steps away just as a panicked scream of "Kennedy" called up to them.