Bring Me To Life – A Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Angel Crossover Event
Part 33 – Exit Light, Enter Night, Part 1
Angeles National Forest – 50 miles from Los Angeles
Now
"Hmm. So, this is what the picnic from hell looks like."
Despite her flippant tone, Faith's expressive brown eyes could not hide her shock – a sentiment shared by the widened eyes of her hunting party – at what they found.
State troopers, park agents, fire and ambulance crews were crawling over what could only be described as a massacre site. Bodies lay charred and burned across the camp site, some laying on the ground as forensics teams attempted to identify their remains. One poor victim, or what was left of him, sat upright in his folding chair as he continued to burn, crews trying desperately to put out the charred remains.
Willow felt a small wave of nausea hit her stomach as she looked away. Amy did this…Goddess…
As if sensing her distress, Oz let his hand reach out and find her shoulder, giving it a gentle, assuring squeeze. Despite the many disturbed thoughts in her head from the situation, Willow, surprised for a moment at his gesture, softened her glance and managed a small smile towards her former werewolf beau. It was typically Oz, she decided; man of few words, yet of big heart. She had missed that.
Not liking that gesture one bit, even as she took in the ghastly surroundings in this wooded area, Kennedy abruptly cut in as she wedged herself firmly between her girlfriend and the stoic lupine guitarist. "You sure they can't see us, Willow?" she asked, gesturing to the emergency crews.
Sighing, Willow nodded. "Cloaking spell. I've been tinkering with it for a while. They can't see or hear us, but try not to bump into them. I'm not sure if physical contact will break the enchantment."
Spike, narrowly ducking under the haphazard swing of a heavy fire hose one of the firemen was wielding, scowled at the clumsy worker before he muttered, "Yeah? Try telling those tossers that."
Meanwhile, Faith, being sure to avoid contact herself, stared at the blazing trail of fire up the mountain that fire crews were desperately trying to contain. She'd pissed off more than her fair share of powerful a-holes to know when somebody held a grudge and nothing said "Death Match" louder than what this…Amy…had just done.
"So, Red, this Amy chick. What's her story?" the sultry Slayer asked Willow as they made their way around the campsite. "Girl seems to be itchin' to scratch you out. I'm guessing there's some kinda history between you two?"
Even as she focused her strength on keeping them concealed, Willow could not help the displeased frown that crossed her face. "Big time. You never met her…I don't think…but she and I were friends growing up. Her mom was pretty obsessive and controlling, and frankly, I wasn't all that crazy about my mom, either. We bonded over that. Turns out her mother was also a witch, and a pretty powerful one at that," Willow said, memories of the years she spent in high school tumbling around in her mind.
Sometimes, especially during times like these, she wished the world was that simple again, nights with Buffy and Angel shooting goo-goo eyes at each other amid planning battle strategy to take down the latest Baddie-of-The-Week, Willow and Giles pouring over research books while Giles occasionally darted affectionate glances at Jenny Calendar as she furiously typed away at her computer researching spells, Xander making his off-color, offbeat humor that drew chuckles or eyerolls, Cordelia half-heartedly researching and whole-heartedly complaining how these nocturnal activities were ruining her social life and Oz gently soothing Willow's spirits with a gentle backrub while helping her rummage about in the demonology books. The original Scoobies. Sunnydale's Magnificent Seven.
Before deaths, ancient curses, skanky female werewolves, evil hell gods, brain tumors and all of life's pains of growing up changed everything. Before adulthood. Before all of this madness.
"Something tells me the magick ran in the family," Faith's voice shook the witch out of her musings.
"Yup," Oz nodded as he continued. "And so did that pesky avoidance of using magick responsibly."
"Amy never really got that having that kind of power comes with a huge responsibility," Willow continued. "I got lucky. I had Giles in my ear to teach me that, help me control my powers. I don't know who taught Amy, but she definitely doesn't have any lid on her. There's just green for 'Go!' and yellow and red got kicked to the curb. That kind of power left unchecked can hurt people. I know, I've been there."
Even as she saw the brief flash of guilt on Willow's face, probably at the thought of her nearly going ballistic and destroying the world last year, Faith couldn't help but to muse on Willow's words and relate them to her own life. It sounded a lot like whatever happened between Willow and this Amy chick mirrored what happened between her and Buffy. Both were granted great power, the mighty strength, speed and agility of the legendary Slayer line, but Buffy won the jackpot of life with the doting mom, the annoyingly loveable kid sister, the ragtag, loyal-to-the-end, happy-go-lucky Scooby friends and the Watcher-slash-father figure that was four times the man that Faith's jailbird joke of a father was. All Faith got was that bum, an abusive mother who drunk herself to death and a Watcher she had only started to care for when Kakistos brutally murdered her in front of Faith's horrified eyes. Was it any wonder that a legit supervillain like Mayor Wilkins was able to worm his way into her heart, turn her into a weapon, a murderer, someone willing to hurt, maim and kill for him at the drop of a hat just for a little piece of affection? It was times like this that Faith thanked whoever was listening up there that Angel saw more to her than just a raging psychotic and pulled her back from the edge just in time to save her life…and her soul.
I've been there, too, Faith mused as she looked around at the carnage, trying to turn off the bad memories playing over and over again in her memory like a bad movie. Hell, if it wasn't for Angel, I'd still be there where Amy is, watching the world burn.
"Amy kinda turned herself into a rat for a few years," Willow said of her new nemesis. "I turned her back into a human after I got stronger, but she missed out on a few years between that. She held a grudge. She also didn't seem too happy after I cut off friendship after we started hanging out together post-Rat phase. She was way too into the dark magicks for my taste. Wasn't helping when I was…" She searched for a delicate word to sum up that dark time in her life when she was dangerously addicted to magick. "…not myself."
"But you can stop her, right?" Spike asked Willow, kicking aside a fallen tree branch in his path that only narrowly missed an ambulance crew member. "I mean, I've heard about you getting all juiced up from last year. Never heard of anyone wieldin' that kind o' power before."
"Of course she can!" Kennedy stoutly, proudly declared. "Willow can wipe the floor with that bitch. Personally, I wouldn't mind another shot at her myself after the last time we met." Despite her bluster, however, Kennedy wasn't quite so sure. Her exposure to magick was still very new, and as strong as she had seen Willow when she used mojo, Amy knocking her across a room with just a wave of her hand left an impression on the young Potential Slayer. If Willow couldn't handle Amy, Kennedy doubted that she or anyone in this group could.
"I'm not so sure," Willow replied, ignoring Kennedy's outburst. "Last time we met, I was stronger, but not by much. We were sort of neck and neck. And Amy's always been a fast learner when it comes to magick. Plus, I've been focusing more on controlling my power as of late. If this stunt shows anything about Amy, control? Not on her 'To Do' list."
"Crazy and powerful? Great. 'Cause that always works out well," Spike muttered.
"I figured that was your type," Faith slyly grinned, nudging Spike.
Off her affectionate gesture, Spike flashed a smile of his own. "I like 'em wild, pet, not crazy."
"Guess that explains why you hooked up with a lunatic for like a century and change, huh?" Kennedy casually tossed back at him with a smarmy tone.
Spike's eyes darkened, scowling at the impudent Slayer-In-Training. He was almost starting to prefer Angel's brat as opposed to this obnoxious little tart. "I'd be more offended if I even bothered to remember your name," Spike easily retorted.
The vampire grinned as he saw the brunette Potential, anger burning in her young brown eyes, whirl on him. "Maybe you'll remember my name after I stick my foot straight in your —"
"Kennedy, shut up," Willow said, her tone making it more of a command than a request as she didn't even bother looking back at her current girlfriend.
Hurt, Kennedy looked back at Willow, almost pouting. "Willow! C'mon, that's not-"
"I said, 'Quiet!'" Willow snapped, impatiently.
At that, the group looked at the witch to find her looking not at them, but at Oz, who had crouched a few feet ahead of them as he studied the outskirts of the crime scene.
Taking in deep, sniffing breaths, Oz closed his eyes as he let the odors, the burning wood, the smell of charred metal, blood and burning flesh, fill his senses.
"What's he doing?" an irritated Kennedy asked.
"It's called tracking, rookie," Faith, who understood, retorted in a hushed tone, earning a scowl from Kennedy. "Oz is a werewolf. Got them super senses working for 'im. He's playing a little bit of Bloodhound for us, I'm guessing."
Uneasy, Kennedy's fingers tightened around her crossbow. "He's gonna go all Canine on us, is he?"
"Well, if he does, I'm sure he'll probably eat you first. You know, on account of how you're shaggin' the love of his life. And that you're talking about him behind his back. And y'know…'cause you're so damn annoyin', and all," Spike cheekily smiled at a seething Kennedy, who wondered if people would buy it being an accident if her finger happened to "slip" while her crossbow happened to be pointing towards the vampire's heart.
Oz, ignoring them, let his fingers run across the scorched earth, let the smells and the sights tell him the story of what happened here.
"Amy…she came in fast," he finally uttered, the group hanging on his every word. "They were surprised. I can't see her footprints, but I can smell her here. She flew above them the whole time. Probably for the drama."
His eyes drifted towards a shotgun, the smell of burnt powder still fresh from the barrel. "Someone tried to fight back."
The barrel wasn't too far from the charred remains of another camper, the burnt smell of powerful magick wafting off his carcass. Grimly, Oz shook his head. "She didn't like that."
"Is anyone else creeped out by this?" Kennedy quietly murmured.
Not paying her any mind, Faith looked towards Spike. "Can you do any of that? I mean, I've seen Angel do the sniffy tracking thing a few times. Figured it came with the package of being young and undead."
"Not all vamps can," Spike corrected her quietly. "Newbies are too stupid and bloodthirsty to hone their senses. Probably why most of them don't last long. Angel's a little better at it than I am, the ponce had a few extra decades to work out the kinks. But I'm a pretty good tracker myself."
"Really? Well, then, do show us," Faith invited him, a smile that was almost a challenge drifting across her face.
Chuckling, Spike shook his head. As much as he would like the opportunity to show off his macho tracking skills for this sexy little thing, he knew that Oz's senses were more attuned than his own, and if anyone had a chance of finding this runaway witch, it would be the wolf. "Nah, let Wolf Boy take the lead. I'll just fill in the gaps if there's something missing."
Looking up, Oz started walking swiftly towards the higher slopes of the mountain. "She went this way."
Confused, but eager to get a move on with the night's chill settling in on them, the group followed the werewolf deep into the forest.
The further up the slope they walked, the faster Oz seemed to pick up the pace, letting his instincts take over as he followed the scent of Amy's shampoo. He could smell that it was fresh, and another whiff told him that it had been some time since she had used bathing products, that maybe she had been hiding somewhere where a shower wasn't an option. He could also smell something else…something that smelled like the burnt smell of magick, the strong vapors of machine oil and rancid meat—human meat, Oz's senses told him—but he chalked it up to the odor of her victims following her.
It was very different from the way he remembered Amy smelling like growing up, the young witch smelling of lilacs, cotton and magick, akin to fresh firewood chopped for a winter night's fire. Now, that magick smell around Amy was burning, practically sizzling, telling him that whatever Amy had been or what she had done to herself since he left Sunnydale, she was definitely not the same girl he remembered. She was stronger. Angrier. Deadlier. He knew things would change when he returned to his home state, but even he was unprepared for just how much things had changed.
They came to a stop after some time to a small empty clearing in the woods, the ground ripe for camping but surrounded by trees.
"Oz?" Willow asked, reaching out and touching his arm. "What is it?"
"Trail ends here," Oz replied, his brow scrunched in confusion as he continued to sniff the air.
"And yet, no crazy witch," Kennedy smirked, a smug grin on her face. "Some bloodhound. We should've taken our changes with the vamp leading the way."
"Thrilled as I am by your vote of confidence, Whats-Your-Name," Spike drawled as he looked around, ignoring Kennedy's irate glare. "I was picking up the same smell as Red's puppy. Something's not right. A trail doesn't just get cold like that. Not unless it was intentional."
"So…what, you're saying we were led here on purpose?" a worried Faith asked, starting to take a more guarded look around her surroundings.
"Gotta say, I'm starting to side with the 'It's a Trap!' theory right about now," Kennedy tensely uttered as she gripped her crossbow tightly.
Oz scratched his head, not sure of what to make of this. His senses had never failed him before, they had only gotten stronger in the last few years. And it didn't make any sense for Amy to go through all this trouble of sending an invitation to Willow only to miss out on the party. Every instinct, every fiber in his being told him to be wary.
"Awful lot of trouble to go through for a no-show," Oz noted, frowning as he continued to smell the air around him.
"You're right, it doesn't make sense," an alert Willow said. Nothing was there, yet she could smell, could taste the magick in the air, and not in the flowery romantic way. Something ominous was in their presence, but she couldn't make anything out of it. "I always knew Amy had a knack for the needless over-the-top dramatics when it came to witchcraft, but I can't make any sense of this. Why all the smoke and mirrors just to ditch at the last second?"
Out of nowhere, a dark, malicious chuckle echoed through the dark forest, surrounding the hunting party as they tensed up. Faith reached into her jacket and put her hand on her stake as Kennedy pointed her loaded crossbow at the shadow-shrouded trees, Spike went for his sword, Oz grabbed his hunting knife and Willow's hands suddenly ignited with green-hued energy.
"Oh, come on, Wills, give me some credit," came a familiar female voice tauntingly echoing around them. "You really think I'd get all dolled up and not go out for a night on the town? Has it really been that long since we've hung out? You remember how much I love my Girls Night Out, don't you?"
Sighing tiredly, Willow fought not to grimace at the cheeziness of Amy's gloating. "What's with the second-rate special effects, Ames? Been watching old reruns of 'Star Trek' on the run?"
The shrill tone of the bodiless voice told a smirking Willow her barb struck a nerve. "Second-rate?! Oh, like you can do any better, Little Miss Cute-And-Sweet."
"For me? It's a snap," Willow said, almost non-chalantly, before snapping her fingers. In an instant, a bright, luminous yellow light spread throughout the surrounding area, illuminating every shadowy corner…
…and revealing Amy, who stood several feet deep into the forest facing Willow and the group. The dark witch was dressed in a rather revealing deep purple dress with a slit up her right leg and a plunging V-line and matching pumps. Off the ridiculously impractical attire, Willow rolled her eyes. Again with the overdramatics. Typical Amy, she thought derisively.
"Wow. I'm almost impressed," Amy said in a tone that feigned surprise. "I mean, that was like a fraction of a fraction of my mojo skills now, but that's a level 4 luminance spell. Normally it can't be done without sunburst crystals, quartz and the right incantation, but you? Poof! Snapped your fingers and let there be light, huh?"
"You should see what I can do with all five fingers," Willow replied with a knowing smirk before she let the pleasantries fade. "What do you want, Amy?"
"What I want. Hmm, there's a thought," the still-smug Amy said, tapping her chin in thought. "Gee, you know, there've been a lot of things I wanted when I was on the run from the coven that you got me kicked out of – been meaning to thank you for that, by the way. A hot meal. A bed, perfume, shampoo, a shower, toilet, hell, I'd have settled for a bottle of drinkable water that fish didn't poo in. But after I've had some time to align my priorities, sort out things, figure out my place in the bigger picture, I've figured it out. I know exactly what I want in life."
Her gaze turned cold as she locked eyes with her former friend-turned-rival. "You dead. Your friends dead. And me, toasting marshmallows and drinking booze as I dance over the ashes of your burning, miserable—is that Oz?"
Her focus briefly wavered as she took note of the blonde-haired werewolf in her presence.
Taken aback for a moment that she had noticed him, Oz's gaze remained cool as he addressed his former high school classmate. "Amy."
"Wow, what's it been, three, four years?" Amy said, almost excitedly, as if she had just bumped into him at the grocery store instead of lured him and his friends out into the forest in the wake of a brutal mass murder she caused. "Are you still playing with the…what do you call them…Dingoes Kissed My…?"
"Dingoes Ate My Baby, yeah," Oz nodded awkwardly, finding the situation somewhat surreal. "Um, we have an album dropping in a few weeks, so…"
"Wow! Your first big album, that's so cool!" Amy gushed.
Spike and Faith exchanged raised eyebrows, as if to ask each other if this was really happening. Even Kennedy threw an impatient, weirded-out glance at the two Sunnydale High alumni.
Unamused, Willow frowned his way as she telepathically communicated her displeasure. Could you please not make small talk with the crazy psycho witch trying to kill us?
Hey, she started it, Oz shrugged.
Well, then you end it! Willow glowered.
"Well, wow, it's good to see you, you look…good, actually," an impressed Amy nodded, giving him the once-over in a none-too-subtle way. He had filled out rather nicely, and he was no less cuter than he was in high school. Hell, if it wasn't for Warren, she would have totally loved to go a few rounds with the attractive musician in bed.
Nodding, Oz replied. "And you look…" He paused a beat. "…well, crazy."
Her smile vanished, the dark Wicca scowling at him. "You know, I think I liked you better when you didn't talk much," she growled, offended. "Maybe a spell to fuse your lips together should do the trick."
At that, Willow stepped protectively in front of Oz, glaring angrily at her ex-friend. "Keep the voodoo that you do to yourself, Amy. This is between you and me. Leave them out of it."
Amy merely chuckled at her. "You should've thought of that before you brought your little buddies out here to hunt me down, Red. Too bad you didn't bring Buffy along. I wouldn't have minded smacking her around a little. Xander, too. That guy really got on my nerves."
Shaking her head, Willow stood her ground. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Smokey. You want them, you gotta go through me. And in case you didn't notice, I'm a lot stronger than the last time we met," the redhead said confidently.
"Are you?" Amy smiled cruelly. "I've been keeping tabs on you, Sweet Pea. And from my understanding, you can't cut loose. Too afraid that cute, sweet Willow will turn into Black-Eyed-Scary-Destroy-The-World-Flay-People-Alive Willow. I can go all the way, I can cut loose and I like it. Can you say the same? Can you really beat me all alone without going too far into the dark side that you'll never find your way back?"
Willow said nothing, but the doubt in her eyes, the slight tremble in her left hand that Oz noticed, spoke volumes. She still wasn't sure. After all these months and all that practice, she still had no idea if she could really unleash her full strength without slipping back into her dark alter ego. She couldn't afford to slip, she knew that, or she could hurt her friends. She could hurt Oz. I could hurt everyone…Goddess, I…I don't know if I can do this…
Sensing her tension, Oz, his serious face on, stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with the woman he never stopped loving. "She's not alone."
Following his lead, Kennedy flanked Willow's other shoulder, pointing her crossbow menacingly at Amy. "Damn right she's not," the Potential growled.
At that, Spike and Faith widened the flanks, Faith standing alongside Oz while Spike flanked Kennedy.
"Red's with us, Whack Job," Faith said simply, her tone no-nonsense as she twirled her stake in her right hand. "You want her, you deal with us."
"And given that's one badass Slayer, a werewolf, a girl with a major trigger finger problem and The Big Bad himself, I'm not liking your chances, girl," Spike drawled, smiling as he gripped his sword.
Her chest warming, Willow gratefully eyes her friends before she returned her gaze to Amy, a confident gleam in her eyes. "Your move, Amy."
Off the threatening assembly of heroes facing her down, Amy nodded. "Wow, okay, okay, so you're packin', you got yourself a few friends with you, it's cool. Gosh, I wish I brought some of mine along." At that, as if something dawned on her, Amy's eyes brightened. "Oh, wait!"
Then she flashed a dark smile towards Willow. "I did."
A snap of her fingers and suddenly, the air around them began to ripple around them. At that moment, Oz's and Spike's noses flooded with the smell of a familiar demonoid stink that was once absent.
Oh, hell, was the first thought in Spike's mind as the group began to cluster back-to-back against each other. He had a feeling this was too easy and there was a trap in the works. Now it looked like the Jack-In-The-Box was ready to rear its ugly head, and the punchline wasn't going to be funny.
Faith's brow scrunched at the wavy lines before she started to make out the shadowy figures emerging around them. "Wait…Spike, are those…?"
"Yeah, luv, they are," Spike grimly confirmed. "Looks like the party's about to get a lot bigger."
The air finally stopped distorting enough to reveal Amy's surprise guest…Bringers. Dozens of them, well-armed and equipped for battle. All of them grinning, all of them armed with those damned knives of theirs.
"Oh, this is bad," Kennedy muttered.
"Just bad?" Amy said, disappointed. "Okay…let's see about making things worse."
At that, Oz's hearing could pick up the click-clack of machine gears snapping and a small engine whirring. It was some sort of gun, Oz had been hunted by enough of them these last few years to know what it sounded like. But this gun sounded different, felt more…advanced.
At the same time, Spike's nose suddenly flared with a familiar smell. The smell of burning air and plasma. A smell he hadn't smelled since…
Oh, no, he realized in shock what that smell meant as his eyes widened.
"INCOMING!" he bellowed as he whirled towards a surprised Faith and tackled her off to the side. At the same time, Oz, mustering all of his lupine speed, moved in a blur as he grabbed Willow and Kennedy, throwing himself on top of them as he knocked them away to the side…
…at the same time two angry, punishing green bolts of plasma energy struck the ground, buckling the earth beneath it, while a deadly burst of red energy struck a few feet to the side with the same destructive effect.
Briefly taking a look to make sure Faith was okay, Spike looked up at the source of the blast and groaned in dismay. "Oh, bloody hell, not them again…"
Down from the sky, Pearl and Nash hovered above the heroes, glowing brightly with green energy, their smiles full of evil.
"Pearl. Nash," Spike greeted, wincing as he grabbed his sore head. "Thought me and Angel blew you two tossers up decades ago. Least I hoped."
"Spike," Pearl sneered, her gaze predatory. "Delighted to see you again…lover."
"We have missed hurting you so," Nash smiled, his teeth a row of jagged, knife-like canines. Looking at Faith, his smile widened, winking almost flirtatiously at the sultry Slayer.
Creeped out, a dazed Faith managed to grimace. "Friends of yours?" she asked Spike, wincing as she clutched her ribs.
Not taking his eyes off of them, Spike scowled as he helped Faith to her feet. "Not even close, pet. Not even close."
Oz, meanwhile, looked down at Willow, who was safely below his frame. As their eyes met, her grateful green eyes meeting his relieved green orbs, a flicker of warmth and comfort briefly flickered in Willow's chest while the ache of familiarity flared in Oz's heart. The moment, while sweet, lasted but a few seconds, as Kennedy's coughing broke up the scene.
"You okay?" Oz asked Willow, concerned. Off her nod, he quickly helped her to her feet as Kennedy managed to roll backwards to a defensive position.
"Now that was cool! Wasn't that cool? And that was only on low setting! Can't wait to see this baby on max," an excited, distorted…and hauntingly familiar voice crowed above them in the trees…
…a voice belonging to the skinless Warren Mears, brandishing some sort of shoulder-mounted laser weapon, and was being held up by a pale, slim but powerful arm…
…an arm belonging to a madly chuckling Drusilla, who dangled effortlessly from the low hanging branch before she let go, agilely landing on her feet as she planted Warren down alongside her.
"Drusilla," Willow breathed, stunned.
"And still nutty. Go figure," Oz warily quipped.
Spying his ex- joining the cadre of villains, Spike wanted to howl in dismay. It's like somebody up there was playing a joke on him and this was the punchline – all his least favorite people in the world forming a club. The purpose: kill him dead and proper.
"Aaaand the ex- is 'ere. Of course she is. Because God knows the High and Mighties haven't had enough fun with me, eh?" he grimaced.
Not acknowledging Spike, Faith scowled venomously at Drusilla, remembering their last tango. She had been waiting for another shot at this lunatic, but as she looked around at the small army surrounding them, Faith had to admit that this was not an ideal situation for a return match. Not by a long shot.
The way things are looking, forget a return match, we'll be lucky to make it out of this alive, she thought warily.
"Rosenberg! How's it hanging?" the skinless man greeted a surprised Willow. "Wow, funny meeting up with you like this again. I mean, the last time we were in a forest, that didn't go so well for me, know what I'm sayin'?" His chuckle was tinged with a hint of madness and rage that chilled Willow to the bone. "But that was then…"
His eyes narrowed, hatefully. "…And this is now."
Oz, normally the stoic type, raised an eyebrow in surprise, that rancid human meat smell hitting him full in the nose now as he realized what that smell meant back there.
"Hmm…he stands out," he said of Warren, a hint of revulsion in his normally level voice.
"What…the hell…is that thing?" a disgusted Kennedy blurted out, staring at the fleshy figure in horror.
It took Willow a few moments before her eyes widened in disbelief and shock as the identity of this…creature…was revealed to her. "Warren?" she gasped. Oh, God…
"In the flesh," Warren chuckled. He paused. "Or not. Thanks to you." Cocking his deadly laser weapon once, the weapon humming angrily, he aimed it at the still-stunned witch. "Been meaning to thank you for that."
"In case, you didn't realize it by now?" Amy smiled triumphantly as she stood alongside this nightmarish legion of foes, eyeing the shaken and stunned heroes like prey. "Yeah…it's a trap."
TBC
Next: As Willow and the gang fight to say alive, Buffy and Angel find themselves face-to-face with Jasmine/The First and its forces. Two fights long awaited. And an outcome that will shake the team to the core…
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