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Chapter 35

It was agony having to wait for the slayer. Spike paced back-and-forth throughout the store. A cigarette dangled from his mouth. No one seemed to care about the smoke, too wrapped up in other worries.

Giles scanned pages of books, trying to convince himself that he was looking for a way to defeat Glory and her key of darkness. In reality, he was attempting to turn his mind away from perilous events involving Buffy. It wasn’t working. Reading about Glory only reminded him of how they would have to face something even larger after this council matter had been resolved. It never seemed to let up for them. How much could they possibly take? Wesley glanced over his shoulder, giving input about certain passages.

Willow kept checking the text-o-matic for a message, Tara standing by her side. Xander sat in silence, his expression blank. Angel also sat, although broodiness clearly written on his face. Anya checked the store’s condition. She was very dissatisfied with some of the displays. Gunn and Fred had gone to get some food. Cordy sat at the table with Angel and Xander, occasionally sighing in boredom.

“I can’t take this anymore. I’m gonna go outta my bleedin mind!,” Spike burst out.

“And what would you have us do, Spike?” Giles asked, raising his head from the book before him.

A growl rumbled in the vampire’s throat. “Anything besides twiddling our thumbs.”

“M-maybe I could do a spell,” Willow suggested.

“Like what?” Cordy chirped.

“Uh . . . Um, maybe I could send the council to an alternate universe or something.”

“Send them to the universe without clothes,” Anya recommended. “They’d miss their tweed suits. That would be funny.”

Giles narrowed his eyes at the vengeance demon.

“What?” she asked, and then shrugged.

Xander suddenly stood up. “Anya, can I talk to you?”

“He’s finally decided to endith the imitation of an inanimate object,” Cordy muttered.

Xander ignored Cordy’s remark.

“Oh, ok.” Anya put down a rabbit’s foot. “What?”

“In the training room, please.”

They walked off to the back room.

“I wish they made the text-o-matic beep when it receives a message,” Willow stated. “Why didn’t they do that?”

Tara touched her girlfriend’s shoulder. “That would have been a good idea,” she said.

Just then the door swung open. Dawn came rushing in. She looked generally unhurt, although she was out of breath and greatly alarmed. She spotted Spike and ran to him.

“Bit?” Spike said. He gave her a quick hug.

Dawn lifted her gaze to his eyes. “Buffy! They’ve trapped Buffy. We have to do something!”

“Trapped?”

She nodded. “They’ve got her in some kind of magic circle thingy. We gotta do something.”

“I’ve got a message!” Willow exclaimed in triumph.

The teen key went over to see what the witch was talking about. She eyed the metal devise with skepticism. “What is that?”

“A text-o-matic. It sends text messages.”

Willow read the message displayed on the small screen.

Hello, somebody there?

Willow typed back on the keyboard.

Buffy?

Yes. Willow?

Yes.

Willow squealed. “It’s Buffy. I have contact with her.”

The others gathered around.

Will, did Dawn get back?

Yeah, Buffy, she’s right here. She’s ok

Good.

Are you all right?

For now. But I think they are coming back soon. They’re going to do a spell, I think. One to make me go poof.

What should we do? Should we come stop them?

Negative. Don’ t rush in with the Calvary just yet.

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“Did you drag me back here to have sex?” Anya inquired.

Xander sighed in annoyance. “No, Ahn, I am not wanting to have sex right now.”

“Oh, ok then. What did you want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“Sure. Talk then.”

“Anya, I’ve missed you.”

She smiled. “I’ve missed you too.”

“But . . .”

Her face fell. “There is a but?”

“I’m not sure if I can start in where we left off. I’m all confused right now. I’m not even sure who I even am anymore.”

“You’re Xander Harris.” She said it in a ’duh’ manner.

“It isn’t that simple.”

She frowned. “This is because I am a demon again, isn’t it?”

“What? No.”

“Yes it is! You can’t stand the fact that I am a demon. That is why we can’t be a couple.”

“This is not about that. This is about me being screwed up in the head.”

“You’re screwed up in the head? As in crazy?”

“I feel that way.” He crossed his arms. “Ok, maybe this partly does have something to do with you being a demon.”
“Ah hah! I knew it!”

“I had a normal life, Ahn. Then I make friends with this cute red-head. She shatters my whole existence by telling me I am this other person. And I want to ignore it, just be the normal person. But then I get flashbacks and all these feelings of things from the past that I can‘t ignore. So I come back here to Sunnydale cuz I feel as if I abandoned her.”

“Sorry your life can’t be easy, Xander. But it never is no matter what.”

Xander blinked. Had she really said something enlightening?

“I just want this all to be over. Yes, I want my friends, but not with demons and hell gods. Take what is happening now for instance. Buffy’s locked away with some psycho watchers. She should be here with us. And we should be out partying at the Br- The Light.” He shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. “Why am I even here? I’m not even useful.”

“Yes, you are. Buffy needs you.”

“For what? It’s not like I do anything. It isn’t like I can get her out of any messes.” He paused. “I wish I could free her from the watchers.”

At those words Anya’s face changed into that of a demon. “Done,” she said.

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Buffy’s head shot upward. The visible ring of power had suddenly disappeared. Huh? her mind asked. She took a step forward. She hesitantly stuck her hand through where the magic force field should have been. To her amazement nothing happened.

A grin came to her lips. She walked fully out of the circle.

Buffy brought up the text-o-matic. She punched into the keyboard.

Um, guys, I’m somehow out.

The sound of footsteps grabbed her attention. She looked over to see a watcher come down the steps. She waved at him. “Oh, hi, how ya doin?”

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Ok, I’m at a loss. What should happen now? I want to watchers gone. But Buffy can’t just kill them. Should Willow do a spell? What?

Oh, and if you noticed that Christina is gone, I just want you to know that I haven’t forgotten about her. But the scoobies did. *L*



 
 
 
 





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