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Out of the Hellmouth
And Into Fear and Confusion

"So...what does it mean?" asked Dawn, both impatient at Spike's silence, and worried by it.

"When dead are resurected and a hero is lost to the shadow. When rain falls in places unexpected and magickwhich can save all from the Hakalea's rath is againknown. So shall the Vessal's purpose go unserved and the world shall know freedom for a while longer. Defeat Hakalea," read Spike in a ominous tone as he replaced the previously untranslatable words with their english counter parts.

The group stared at Spike in shock, not quite believing what he had told them, or else not wanting to. It was Connor who finally got his power of voice back, "Are you saying that the spell brings back the dead?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying Junior," answered Spike as he rolled his eyes at Connor.

"That's--" began Amanda in awe.

"That's so wicked!" finished Molly.

Spike and Dawn meanwhile looked at Molly with mild disgust, "'Wicked'?" questioned Spike as he raised his eyebrows, "Sorry to burst your bubble Bit, but resurecting the dead is far from wicked."

"Yeah," agreed Dawn, still reeling from their discovery, "The person you bring back may come back wrong...or may not want to be back at all," she said slightly quieter, thinking of Buffy.

"Nibblet's right; this kind of hocus pocus isn't really to be taken lightly. You five go back to the Scoobies and Angel's little group and you tell them about this, it's not like they've never done somethin' like this before."

Dawn took the paper back from Spike and then gave him a quick hug, "I miss you," she whispered in his ear.

The five teenagers made their way up the stairs, out of the decreped building, and into the sunlight.


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"What do we do?" asked Andrew, confused and afraid, he and Dawn had become friends, and it was very obvious that she was in danger.

"Do we tell her?" asked Fred quietly.

"No," answered Buffy, shaking her head feircely, "No, I won't subject her to that pain."

"Buff," said Xander slowly getting to his feet, "Need I remind you of the disaster that happend the last time we kept information like this from Dawnie?"

"He's right," agreed Willow, "Dawn might be technically four, but she's full grown, Buffy; she's a woman. You can't protect her forever."

Buffy looked to the floor before letting out a deep sigh, "Dosn't keep me from wanting to."


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Two days had passed, Dawn had miraculously convinced the others that the kids had decoded the prophecy alone. There was now alot of debate about whether to use the spell. Buffy was, ofcourse, not found of the idea, but others (including the watchers) had argued fufilling the prophecy is what would keep Dawn safe.

There was also alot of deliberation about Dawn, though she was too stressed to actually notice any of it. Though they agreed the former key needed to be informed, none were sure how to go about doing this. Just like Buffy, none of them really wanted to cause the girl that pain.


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It was two in the morning. After a long day of reserch and training, and night of patrol. Dawn, Andrew, Amanda, Molly, Vi, and Rona were in the middle of a vidfest involving a pint of Rocky Road, alot of popcorn, the Scream trilogy, and stolen beer.

Currently the group was slightly tispy, with the exception of a very drunk Andrew, and watching the second movie.

The had just gotten to the point where the sorority girl was thrown off the balcolny when Molly screamed for the umpteenth time that night. After being pelted with popcorn, the brit began to pout, "Well it's called 'Scream' for a reason, you know!" she argued, rather offended.

This earned for popcorn throwing and an I roll from Rona, "Just quit being such a baby all the time," she said in annoyance before turning back to the movie.


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Upstairs, Willow was pacing her room, every so often looking back to a book sitting on her dresser. "Don't be stupid Willow, you can't just say that spell!" she whispered scoldingly to herself.

But the images of those she loved and lost continuously appeared in her brain. And when she heared the giggling downstairs and thought of Dawn, she knew the prophecy needed to be fufilled.

Slowly she lit a candle and held her hand over the flame as the book instructed, then she began reciting the spell:

"He' AttaLex SaqRea
Hakalea DeseRatiq L' nalak

Tahea fi'nav SaqRea
Wa'xa Fin' hall' ux."

She waited for some flourish, a flash of light and the apperance of another person in the room, something, but nothing came. Willow became extrememly confused and began to wonder if the spell had even worked at all. Resolving to go to bed, Willow decided she would try again in the morning.


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Meanwhile, in a hole that had once been a city, two people miles apart appeared out of nowhere. They were both extremely disoriented and even more afraid. They were also not in seeing distance of eachother and so each felt very much alone which only hightened their fear. They had no idea what had happened and wanted to find the people the cared about, or even a stranger to comfort them.

Back in Los Angelos someone else woke up with these same feelings. All three desperately needed to find their way to another person and all three were thinking the same thing: Is this good or dark magick?





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