Chapter 45: Becoming Pt. 1

May 18, 1998 – Monday

Restfield Cemetery

Buffy threw a vampire another came at her. She threw punches at the second vampire while her other opponent circled silently around her to her back. She knew he was there oc course. "Come on. Ooh, nice try," she said as she easily parried another blow. "Now that was just sloppy. If you're not even gonna try, then. . ." She hammered him as a fireball formed in her hand.

It was then that the other vampire attacked her from the rear and she tossed her fireball without looking catching him immediately on fire as he exploded into ash. Her current opponent stopped attacking, obviously worried that he might meet the same fate. "I want you to give Angelus a message for me. Tell him I'm done waiting. I'm taking the fight to him. You got that? Do you want me to write it down?"

Fury crossed the vampire's face as he lunged at her. A fireball formed in Buffy's hand and she flung it at him, catching him on fire he too exploded to ash. "All right, I'll tell him myself," Buffy said as she went over next to a gravestone where Xander had just regained consciousness.

"I'm good, don't worry about me…" Xander said as Buffy helped him up. .

"You know, you don't have to patrol with me," Buffy told him. "I could have gotten Prue or Phoebe."

"Hey, I had that guy under control until he resorted to fisticuffs," Xander countered. "What is that: five vampires in three nights?"

Buffy nodded. "But no Angelus."

"You really that anxious to come up against him?" Xander wondered.

Buffy thought about the future she had gone to. While Piper had said nothing she knew that Angelus had still been out there. "I just want it over with," she admitted.

"I hear that," Xander agreed.

"We better get back," she informed him. "I haven't even started studying for finals."

Xander groaned. "Oh, yeah, finals. Why didn't you let me die?"

"Look on the bright side. It'll all be over soon." Buffy said as she offered him her hand. "Want me to flame you home?"

"Sure why not." Xander said taking her hand seconds before they disappeared in swirl of fiery flames.

May 19, 1998 – Tuesday

Gateway High School

The next day in the school cafeteria Xander was recapping last night's fight using fishsticks to demonstrate the story. "You can't sneak up on me! Tell Angelus I'm gonna kill him—no—wait—I'm gonna kill you! Die! Die! ARRGGHH! Mother!"

"Is that it?" Cordelia wondered.

"That's it," Xander informed his girlfriend. "Scene."

"Yeah," Buffy agreed. "That's just exactly how it happened."

"I thought it was riveting," Oz said. "I was a little unclear about some of the themes."

"The theme is, Angelus is too much of a coward to take me on face to face," Buffy informed Oz.

"The other theme was… "Xander added. "'Buy American,' but it got kind of buried."

"Are you sure you're ready to fight Angelus?" Willow wondered as she looked at her best friend.

"Can everybody stop asking me that?" Buffy groaned. "Yeah I'm ready. Also willing, also able. It's the one test I might actually pass."

"Don't say that," Willow countered. "You're gonna pass everything. I'm gonna get you through this semester if I have to sweat blood."

"Do you think you're likely to?" Xander said, his stomach churning at the thought of Willow actually sweating blood. "Because I'd like to be elsewhere."

Willow rolled her eyes, "It was only metaphor blood," she informed him.

Oz smiled. "I think you'd sweat cute blood," he informed his girlfriend.

"Sixth period," Willow said bringing them back to the topic of studying. "After my computer class, we'll rock on Chemistry."

"I'm ready to rock,' Buffy said as she reached over and hugged her friend. "You're the best, Will. Thanks. Though you'd think chemistry is one I would pass due to all the potions I've made."

"Boy, Willow, you've really gotten the teaching bug," Cordelia said, clearly impressed. "Taking over that computer class, tutoring…"

"I love it. I really do," Willow said, beaming with pride.

"I think it's great to do that before you go out and fail in the real world," Cordelia continued. "Because then it's not like falling back on something, it's like falling…well, forward."

"And almost sixty five percent of that was actual compliment. Is that a personal best?" Xander teased.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Gee, Xander, what are you gonna teach when you fail in life?" she snarked. "Advanced loser-being?"

"I will teach the language of love." Xander said as he reached for Cordelia, who shrank back from him.

"Don't touch me!" Cordelia cried. "You have fish hands!"

Xander smirked as he brought his hands up toward her face. "Come, let me caress you…"

"Stop it!" Cordelia chuckled as she batted his hands away.

Principal Snyder approached the small group, looking grim as always. He cleared his throat to get everyones attention. "That's enough of that," he told Cordelia and Xander. He then turned to Willow and Oz. "And you. Are we having a chair shortage?"

"I haven't read anything about…" Willow started and then she realized that he had a problem with her sittnig in Oz's lap. "Oh! I get it." She hopped off and sat in the chair next to Oz.

"These public displays of affection are not acceptable in my school," Snyder sneered. "This isn't an orgy, people. It's a classroom."

"Yeah, where they teach lunch…" Buffy said sarcastically.

Snyder turned his gaze on Buffy and levelled her with a glare. "Do you have something to say?"

"This is a cafeteria," Buffy answered with a smirk. "I'm pretty sure."

"Always with the wisecracks," he told her. "One day you're gonna go too far."

"Or I could go with the classroom theory…" Buffy said correcting herself.

"Just give me a reason to kick you out, Halliwell," Snyder said over his shoulder as he walked off. "Just give me a reason."

"How about, 'cause you're a tiny impotent Nazi with a bug up his butt the size of an emu?" Cordelia threw at his departing back when he was out of range.

"Sums it up," Buffy agreed as she smiled at the cheerleader.

Cordelia nodded. "Don'tcha think?"

"Now 'lunch' I could actually teach," Xander interjected.

"I can see that," Oz agreed. "Baloney. It's not a toy. Let's put it on the bread—The rye bread! Careful!"

"Do you want to come by tonight, do some cramming?" Willow wondered.

Buffy thought about trying to see if Prue or Phoebe had anything planned. "Maybe…" she said. "I do have to patrol."

"Again?" Willow said surprised. "Do you really expect Angelus to turn up tonight?"

Buffy sighed. "No, I don't expect him to," she said. "And that's when he usually does."

0 – 0 – 0 – 0 – 0

"Waaahhh." Buffy cried out as as she tapped on her chem book. She sat with Willow in the computer classroom staring between her textbook and her notebook, feeling tiny and helpless." "This doesn't make sense!"

"Well, sure it does, see…" Willow countered as she looked at Buffy's notebook. "Oh, no, that doesn't make any sense. How can you make potions and not be able to do chemistry?"

Buffy shrugged, she truly had no idea how she was good at doing potions but rotten when it came to chemistry. "Who knows. Maybe it boils down different types of things. One's magical the other isn't."

Willow thought about Buffy's answer and then nodded, maybe Buffy was right. She returned her attention back to Buffy's notebook. "Oh, I see your problem."

"I'm a moron?" Buffy interjected.

"Will you stop that?" Willow said exasperated. "You're not stupid. You've just had a lot on your mind. You can do all of this real easily but if you're just gonna give up then don't waste my time."

Buffy smiled. "Wow. You really are a good teacher," she complimented.

"Good pep talk?" Willow asked returning the smile.

Buffy nodded. "I got the pep."

"Okay. Look at this. It's a covalent bond," Willow explained. "Which means these two atoms are linked by this one electron. You know, basic linkage. Hydrogen, Nitrogen, Chlorine…"

Buffy placed her pencil on her book and it rolled off between the desk and the cabinet beside it. "Oh. Hold on," she told Willow as she reached down and grabbedthe pencil, her fingers brushing a computer disk that lay there. She pulled the pencil out, straightened back up. "Okay. I'm learn girl."

"Well, you see—" Willow started.

"Whoa," Buffy cut in. "Deja vu."

"Really?" Willow questioned. "Not like that time you kept repeating the same day I hope?"

Buffy knew the day that Willow was talking about, the day that Andy had died. "I don't think so," she said with a shake of her head. "But the thing with the pencil—I have a perfect memory of being exactly like—" She bent down again with the pencil and this time she saw the computer disk, "—hey." She grabbed the disk and held it up. "I think you dropped this."

Willow looked at the disk and frowned. "It's not mine," she informed her friend. "It might be something of Ms. Calendar's."

They quickly glanced at each other in realization that Willow might be right. The redheaded girl took the disk and quickly put in the drive of her computer.

"This feels kind of morbid." Buffy admitted as they waited to see what came up on the screen. .

"Well, I've gone through most of her files already," Willow admitted with a shrug.

"Does that make this less morbid or you really morbid?" Buffy questioned.

Willow sighed. "I had to - to teach the class."

"Relax," Buffy informed her friend. "I'm making with the funny." They looked back at the screen just as the disk's contents popped up on it. "What does that say, 'restoration?'"

"It's one of her spells, I think," Willow said as she looked at what was displayed. "You know, she wasn't a practicing witch like you, but she did dabble in—"

It was as they read what was shown on the screen that they realized what was actually on the disk. "Willow," Buffy her eyes going wide.

. "Oh boy. Oh boy," Willow saidi n clear surprise. "Oh boy."

0 – 0 – 0 – 0 – 0

Later in the library Prue, Phoebe, Xander, Cordelia and Giles were facing Buffy and Willow as they explained what they had found. "What are you saying?" Giles questioned.

"The curse. This is it." Buffy informed everyone as she held up the printout.

Giles and Prue immediately stepped forward. They took the printouts from Buffy and started going over them.

"It looks like Ms. Calendar was trying to replicate the original curse," Willow informed them. "To restore Angel's soul again."

"She said it couldn't be done." Phoebe said remembering when Angel had turned into Angelus.

"Well, she tried anyway," Buffy countered. "And it looks like it might have worked."

"So he killed her," Xander said as he shook his head. "Before she could tell anyone about it. What a prince."

"Well, this is good, right?" Cordelia questioned. "I mean, we can curse him again."

"It's not that simple," Prue said.

"This points he way," Giles added. "But the ritual itself requires a rather more advanced knowledge of magic than I can claim."

"Well, I…I've been going through her files and reading up and…I've been sort of checking out texts on magic. Just for fun—or, educational fun." Willow said. "I might be able to work this."

"Willow, performing this kind of ritual, channeling such potent magic through yourself," Giles said. "It will open a door you may not be able to close."

"Will, I don't want you putting yourself in danger," Buffy informed her friend. "Prue, Phoebe and I can do this."

"And I don't want danger," Willow agreed. "'No' to danger. But I might be the best person to do this. You can't do it Buffy because you need to keep Angel distracted. And Prue or Phoebe…"

"One of them will be with me on patrol," Buffy said getting where Willow was going. "The other one can help you though."

"Hi!" Xander cut in. "For those of you who have just tuned in, everyone here is a crazy person. This spell might restore Angel's humanity? Well, here's an interesting angle: Who cares?"

"I care," Buffy informed him sharply.

"Is that right?" Xander countered.

"Xander, let's not lose perspective here –" Giles cut in.

"I'm perspective guy!" Xander interrupted. "Angel is a killer," he reminded everyone.

"Xander –" Phoebe started.

"It's not that simple," Buffy cut in.

"What, come back home, all is forgiven?" Xander questioned. "I can't believe you people!"

"Xander has a point –" Cordelia said coming to her boyfriend's defense.

"You know just once I wish you would support me and I realize right now that you were and I'm embarrassed so I'm gonna get back to the point which is that Angel needs to die." Xander said.

"Curing Angel was apparently Jenny's last wish –" Giles informed the boy.

"Yeah, well, Jenny's dead," Xander reminded the Watcher.

Giles stepped forward menancinly as if he might actually hit Xander. "Don't you speak of her in that insolent –"

"Can't you see what I'm saying –" Xander cut in.

Prue waved her hands at the two men and telekinetically shoved them aside. "All right, stop it!"

"What do you want to do?" Willow asked addressing the Halliwells. "And who's going to be with me?"

Prue and Phoebe looked at each other. "I'll patrol with Buffy," Prue informed her sister. "You can help Willow with the spell."

"Sounds good," Phoebe agreed.

"I don't know…" Buffy said. "What happened to Angel wasn't his fault…"

"What happened to Ms. Calendar is," Xander reminded the Charmed Slayer. "You can paint this however you want. Way I see it you want to forget all about Ms Calendar's murder so you can have your boyfriend back."

Buffy shook her head as she looked toward her eldest cousin. "Once he's had some sense knocked into him let me know. I'm going to go get ready." She flamed out.

Willow glared at Xander, who returned her gaze firmly.

"Wow," Cordelia said in surprise. "Even I know that was insensitive."

"Am I wrong?" Xander questioned staring at his best friend. She didn't answer.

Halliwell Manor

Buffy was in the midst of loading her bag with weapons as she talked to Willow on the phone. "Yeah, Prue and I'll do a couple of sweeps, then I'll stop by. Yeah, Xander was pretty much being a…Willow. Where'd you learn that word? My god. You kiss your mother with that mouth? I don't know. I don't know what I want." It was then that she noticed the claddagh ring Angel had given her on top of her dresser. "Okay. I'll see you in a while."

She hung up the phone and walked over to the dresser and silently looked at the ring.

Streets of San Francisco

Buffy and Prue were heading away from the Manor when they came upon a row of tall hedges. "Prue," Buffy whispered, sure she heard something. Suddenly someone burst out from the hedges right behind them as a fireball formed in her hand. As she and Prue turned to face their attacker they dropped into a combat stance. She smiled at who she saw as she extinguished the fireball. "You know, polite people call before they jump out of the bushes and attack you."

"How are you, Kendra," Prue said as she looked at the other Slayer.

"I am good, Ms. Halliwell," Kendra answerd.

"Kendra," Prue said shaking her head. "What did I tell you last time?"

"Hello, Prue," Kendra said, calling the eldest Halliwell by her first name.

"Would you like to test my face-punching?" Buffy questioned. "Because I think you'll find it's improved."

"I was on my way to your house," Kendra informed them. "When I saw you two walking. I couldn't help myself."

"Which begs the question and don't think I'm not glad to see you but why are you here?" Buffy questioned. "Wait. Let me guess. Your Watcher has informed you that a very dark power is about to rise in San Francisco."

"That's about it," Kendra admitted.

Buffy looked to Prue and shook her head. "Great," she sighed. "Did he give you any idea of what this dark power is?"

Gateway High School

In the library Giles emerged from his office, joining Buffy, Prue, Phoebe, Kendra and Willow. Kendra was putting her bag on the table.

"I've just been on the phone with the museum," Giles informed them. "The artifact in question is missing. And the curator has been murdered. Vampires."

"And we're sure this thing was the Tomb of Alfalfa?" Buffy questioned as Prue and Phoebe rolled their eyes at Buffy's mispronunciation.

"Acathla," Giles corrected. "And yes, the information Kendra's Watcher has provided seems conclusive."

Prue turned toward her sister. "Do you…?"

"No," Phoebe answered. When Kendra had informed them about what she had come for. Buffy had flamed to the Manor to get the Books. "I'll double check of course to be sure but I didn't see a mention of Acathla in either Book."

"Okay," Willow interjected. "Can somebody explain the whole 'he will suck the world into Hell' thing? That's the part I'm not loving."

"The demon universe exists in a dimension separate from our own," Giles informed them. "With one breath Acathla will create a vortex, a kind of whirlpool that will pull everything on Earth into that dimension, where any non-demon life will suffer horrible, eternal torment."

"So that would be the literal kind of sucking into Hell," Buffy said. "Neat."

"Buffy." Prue said shaking her head.

"You think Angelus and the others are responsible for the theft of the tomb?" Kendra wondered.

"I'd bet money on it," Buffy admitted.

"It seems reasonable," Prue agreed.

"I can't believe you dated him," Kendra said looking at the blonde Slayer. "I mean, he's got to be stopped."

"We don't know where they are," Willow informed them. "They moved after Giles torched the factory."

"You did?" Kendra said looking at the Watcher with respect. "Good for you."

Giles smiled. "It was nothing, really."

"Willow… Phoebe... I think you two should try to do the curse," Buffy informed her cousin and friend. "Bring Angel back."

"I tend to side with your friend Xander on this one," Kendra countered. "Angel should be eliminated."

"I'll fight him," Buffy informed the other Slayer. "If I have to, I'll kill him. But if I lose, or I don't find him in time…Willow and Phoebe might be our only hope."

"I don't want to be only hope," Willow admitted. "I crumble under pressure. Let's have another hope."

Phoebe smiled as she patted the redheaded witch on the shoulder. "I'll be there to help you, no worries."

"We have…" Kendra said as she pulled a sword from her bag. "Blessed by the knight who first slew the Demon. If all else fails, this might stop it. I think."

"Let's hope all else doesn't fail," Gilse said before looking at Phoebe and Willow. "How close are you two to figuring out the ritual for the curse?"

"I'd say a day max," Phoebe answered. "And we need an Orb of Thesulah."

"I've got one," Giles admitted. "I've been using it as a paperweight."

Willow nodded as she looked at Buffy. "This means I can't help you study for tomorrow's finals."

"I'll wing it," Buffy said. "Of course, if we go to Hell by then I won't have to take them. Or maybe I'll be taking them forever…"

"Well, Angel has a ritual of his own to perform before he can remove the sword and awaken Acathla," Giles informed them. "With any luck, that may take some time as well."

May 20, 1998 – Wednesday

Gateway High School

The next morning sunlight brightly lit the classroom. Buffy was seated beside Xander with Willow and Cordelia just behind them. They were all taking their final exam, scribbling in their bluebooks. The teacher sat at his desk, reading.

"Tonight. Sundown. In the graveyards."

Buffy looked up from test just as the teacher got out of his chair. "Excuse me…" he said. She saw a female vampire standing at the front of the classroom.

"You will come to him," the vampire said. She pulled off her shawl, revealing her demonic visage, and moved toward Buffy, deliberately stepping into the sunlight. She began to smoke, freaking out the other students in the classroom. "You will come to him or more will die! Tonight!" she told the Slayer, who could take her eyes of her. The vampire began to smoke and then she burst into flames as students began to scream, rushing for the exit. "His hour is at hand!" And then the vampire exploded into dust.

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Just before sunset Willow sat in the library, deep in a pile of books.

"She said more would die. I have to go." Buffy said.

"And I should go with you," Kendra interjected.

"I need you here," Buffy countered with a shake of her head. "Just in case. Prue will be with me, we'll be all right. As long as Angel's fighting me he's not doing this end of the world ritual and that's good. And with any luck…Willow? Phoebe? What do you two think?"

"I'm not sure," Willow admitted. "I just want to cross check –"

"We don't have time," Buffy reminded her friend. "If this is gonna work I need it to work now."

Willow looked to Phoebe who nodded. "We need maybe half an hour once we're set up," Phoebe informed her cousin.

"Which means you two just have to hold Angel off," Giles said looking at Buffy and Prue. "Don't let him close on either of you. If the curse succeeds, you'll know."

"Why don't you just wait here to find out if it worked?" Cordelia questioned. "See if he phones you?"

"We can't risk him killing more people," Prue countered.

"What if he shows up with an army?" Xander wondered.

"We run away," Buffy answered. "Right now were short one person for a power of three." She looked up at the ceiling. "Dad, we could have used Piper down here!"

"A Slayer never runs aw–" Kendra started as Buffy turned her gaze on her. "Good plan."

"Prue and I'd better go," Buffy said looking at her eldest cousin.

"Please be careful." Xander pleaded looking at the eldest and youngest Halliwells.

"We will," Prue promised as she walked over to Buffy.

Kendra stepped over to her fellow Slayer and handed her a stake. "Here. I know you don't really need it," she informed Buffy. "But just in case the curse does not succeed…This is my lucky stake. I have killed many vampires with it. I call it Mister Pointy."

"You named your stake." Buffy asked with a small chuckle. .

"Yes." Kendra said, obviously embarrassed.

"Remind me to get you a stuffed animal," Buffy informed her fellow Slayer. She smiled as she put the stake in her inside jacket pocket. "Thanks."

Kendra looked toward the eldest Halliwell. "Watch her back."

Prue looked toward her cousin and nodded. "Always."

Restfield Cemetery

Prue and Buffy made their way through the cemetary.

"Hello, lover."

Buffy and Prue spun at the sound of the voice to find Angelus standing some twenty feet away, grinning nonchalantly. He and Buffy began circling each other, slowly, while Prue stood back a couple feet. "I wasn't sure you'd come," he said. "Though I did expect you to bring the entire Power of Three."

"After your immolation-o-gram?" Buffy questioned. "Come on, I had to show. But shouldn't you be destroying the world right about now? Pulling the sword out of Al Franken, or whatever he's called?"

"We don't need the power of three for you," Prue added.

"There's time enough," Angelus informed them. "I wanted to say goodbye first." He looked at Buffy pointedly. "You are the one thing in this dimension I will miss."

"This is a beautiful moment we're having here," Buffy scoffed. "Can we just fight, please?"

"I didn't come here to fight!" Angel interjected. .

"No?" Prue asked, clearly confused.

Angel shook his head. "Gosh, Prue, I was hoping Buffy and I could get back together! What do you think, do we have a shot?" he asked as Buffy and Prue glared at him. "All right, we'll fight." He lunged at Buffy.

Gateway High School

Phoebe and Willow sat the library table, the orb in front of them. Cordelia was nearby waving a burning sage bush and not loving the task. Giles stood beside the two witches holding a tome in his hands. In front of Phoebe and Willow where elaborate designs drawn onto the table itself and on Willow and Phoebe foreheads they had painted similar designs.

Xander stands up on the balcony, watching while Kendra guarded the door.

"Quod perditum est, invenietur," Giles chanted.

"Not dead, nor not of the living. Spirits of the interregnum, I call," Phoebe and Willow said in perfect union. .

Restfield Cemetery

Prue watched as Buffy and Angelus fought, she could tell her cousin was holding back. She was sure she knew why, Buffy was hoping Willow and Phoebe's spell worked. She watched Buffy get thrown to the ground. "Come on, Phoebe," she whispered her eyes locking briefly on Buffy's. "Come on, Willow."

Gateway High School

"Let him know the pain of humanity, gods - reach your wizened hands to me, give me the soul of –" Phoebe and Willow chanted just as two vampires burst in behind Xander.

Xander turned to face them. "Look out!" he called out as he noticed that two more vampires had burst in behind Kendra. He whipped out a stake heading for one of his vampires, while the other headed for Phoebe and Willow.

Kendra punched one of hers, sending him into the wall. The other passed her heading for Willow and Phoebe.

The two vampires converged in the middle of the library. Cordelia pulled Willow away from the table and they made for the stacks. As Phoebe stood up, she and Giles turned to face the vampires. One of the vampire hit Giles, knocking him down and out.

Phoebe looked at Giles and back at the vampires. While Buffy had given her martial arts training, she still did not like her odds, especially when her only power was premonitions.

Kendra hit her vampire, knocking him out. She spun on the vampire who had knocked out Giles.

Phoebe's vampire leapt onto the table, over the railing and slammed into a bookcase, knocking it over on Willow. She fell very hard and into unconsciousness.

Xander's vampire hit him, knocking him to his knees and causing him to drop the stake. Cordelia tried to rush by his vampire, who turned to grab her. Xander immediately stood up and grabbing his vampire, he threw him toward Phoebe's. "Go!" he ordered Cordelia.

Cordelia raced past Xander as he picked up his stake.

Unseen by the combatants Druilla wafted in, eyes alight.

Phoebe threw Giles' vampire through the window to Giles' office as another vampire hit her from behind.

Restfield Cemetery

"Is it me, or is your heart not in this?" Angelus said as he threw Buffy back. "Maybe I'll just go home. Destroy the world…sulk…"

Buffy pulled out the stake that Kendra had given her and threw it toward Prue. As a fireball formed in her hand she noticed Angelus hesitating. "Come on. Let's finish it. You and me."

Angel chuckled. "You never learn, do you?" he questioned. "Little miss ego. 'You and me.' This wasn't about you. This was never about you." He then looked toward Prue. "Either of you in fact."

Buffy glanced at Prue and she saw the same thing on her cousin's face that she was sure was on hers, realization that this was all part of Angelus's plan. That this was a diversion.

"And you fall for it every single time!" Angelus said as Buffy grabbed Prue's hand. He smirked as he watched them disappear in a swirl of fiery flames.

Gateway High School

A vampire smirked as he hit Xander, knocking the boy to the ground and into unconsciousness. Other than Kendra, everyone was out like a light. The Jamaican Slayer now faced four vampires and Drusilla alone.

"Enough." Drusilla called and the vampires backed off. Kendra turned toward the mad vampire as she dropped her shawl and looked dreamily to the heavens.

Kendra lunged at Drusilla, who easily evaded the attack. The mad vampire slashed as Kendra, drawing blood. They went at it, with Kendra getting in some good hits, but Drusilla was mostly weaving and giggling.

Finally Drusilla saw an opening and grabbed Kendra's throat, pushing the Slayer against the wall. Kendra struggled, pulling at the vampire's arm, but only for a moment as Drusilla looked deep into Kendra's eyes. "Look at me, dearie," Drusilla informed the Jamaican Slayer. "Be in my eyes. Be in me."

Drusilla then stepped back, letting go of Kendra, who stood still, swaying slightly and obviously hypnotized. She smiled as she slashed her fingers across the Slayer's throat.

The hypnotic effect broke, Kendra grabbed for her throat as her eyes widened. Blood welled out between her fingers knowing that she was about to die.

"Night. Night," Drusilla said as Kendra dropped to the floor, dead. "Let's get what we came for, dears."

Two of the vampires bent down and lifted up Giles, they followed Drusilla out, dragging the Watcher with them.

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Buffy and Prue appeared in a swirl of fiery flames and take in the carnage. Buffy immediately spotted Kendra lying on the ground. She hurried over to her fellow Slayer and held her hands over Kendra. "Come on," she pleaded.

Prue moved to Phoebe and checked on her sister just as a cop burst into the room. "Freeze!" he called out.

Buffy and Prue whipped their heads around to look at him in surprise.