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Buffy’s coming down the stairs. But she overhears the two of them talking about her.
“…her” Angel tells him in a low voice.
“No, I get it.”
“We wouldn’t want her to…”
“Never!”
They see Buffy on the stairs and push smiles back onto their faces..
“Buffy! ‘Bout time you got up!” Angel says, all too cheerfully.
“Did you do that trance thing?” Spike asks her. Angel cuffs him. “Ouch, what he bloody hell was that for?”
Buffy ignores Angel, “Yeah, it worked, I think.”
Spike shrugs, “Well, headlong into a Scooby meeting, then, shall we?”
“Great idea.” Angel interrupts, grabbing Buffy and pulling her into his office with him.
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Xander, unsure what else to do, just sits there. “So?” he asks Buffy.
“Well, that actually depends on something.” Buffy answers him nervously. “Did I leave my room anytime last night?”
Willow pulls out her laptop, typing like a wiz. “Here we go, this’ll take a sec.” She frowns at the screen, “Whoa.”
Xander doesn’t like that tone, “Good whoa or bad whoa, Wil?”
All willow can say is, “Whoa.”
Gunn, “Lemme see.” Gunn looks at the screen, then his eyes go wide, “Whoa.”
“What is it?” Buffy asks them nervously, hoping she won’t regret it.
“Look.” Willow tells her, as she turns the computer for the rest of them to see.”
Buffy’s laying in her bed, and then she isn’t. The room gets light, and Buffy reappears when Willow knocks on the door.
“That’s definitely not good.” Buffy gulps.
Gunn looks at them all, hoping this isn’t the wrong time. “Guys, don’t mean to be a pest. But if the Slayer’s dreaming about this chick… then maybe we should try to find her.”
Willow looks at Buffy, “Vgochneal?”
Buffy shakes her head, “Nchochtorl.”
Willow nods, “Nchochtorl it is.”
Buffy looks at Angel and Spike, “Do either of you have anything of hers?”
Spike nods, “I’ve got one thing up in my room. So long as nothin’ happens to it.” He goes up the stairs to get it.
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Autum’s chained to a stone wall in a cave that’s only light is a fire pit. She’s covered in thousands of cuts, all of them oozing blood down to her feet.
“What did you think?” Voice smirks at her, “That I’d just let you walk away?”
“Do you think that after this you’ll be able to?” She growls at him.
“Temper, temper.” He grins, “What makes you think you’ll live to defy me?” He punches her into the wall. Her shoulders grind into the stone behind her, making her grit her teeth.
“You don’t have it in you, you won’t do it.” She gasps towards him.
“Lies! Why won’t you tell the truth?” he pleads with her.
Autum laughs, through the pain, “Sure, if that’s what you want to believe.”
Voice is infuriated. “Don’t say that! Never say that!” he spits at her. Then he walks over and stabs her in the gut. She doesn’t scream, but she does wince in pain. “You’ll pay, the whole world will pay.” He pulls the knife out of her, this time she does scream, as part of her guts falls out with it.
Autum chokes, spitting the blood out of her mouth. She hangs from the chains at her wrists, unable to stand for long. “What’re you going to do? Kill me?” She pulls herself back up and grins.
“You, or your world.”
“Go ahead. What good has it done me?”
“IT BROUGHT YOU ME!! Never forget that.”
“How could I forget a burden shoved on me for 30 years!?” Autum screams. The guards are confused, the girl can’t be much older than 18.
“No, and you’ll never forget watching your world fall to pieces.”
She laughs, pulling on her chains to get closer to him, “Go ahead. Watching the end will give me the satisfaction of knowing that you went down with it. Bugger it all to sodden hell!”
“NO!” he howls, enraged.
Autum yanks one of her chains out of the wall. Voice grabs it, and pushes her face first into the wall, breaking her arm. “I was right in your name, you are a voice. And echo of something that could have been.”
A guard interrupts them, “Sir?”
“What? Can’t you see I’m having some quality bonding time here?”
“We can’t find the ritual.”
Voice is exasperated, they NEED that spell. “I’ll find it. Carry on with the torture, boys. Don’t worry about breaking it”
“Voice…” He looks at Autum, she smiled sweetly, “Duck”
As he steps out, an axe is swung at his head. He grabs it, and uses the momentum to drive it into the man, killing him. “Thanks for the tip, baby.”
Autum grins mischievously, “Didn’t mean him.”
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Spike sets an engraved wooden box on the table in front of Willow. Buffy looks at it, confused, “That’s what you kept?” Spike just stares at it.
“Never figured out how to open it.”
Xander pokes the box, “It’s made of wood.” ‘That so didn’t come out right. I’m not on Full House, or anything.’
“Way to go Captain Obvious.” Buffy replies.
“I just mean, if this is what survived the fire, then…”
“There must be a protection spell.” Willow finishes for him.
Buffy passes her hand over it, closing her eyes. There’s a flash, then she’s thrown across the room. “Can’t break the spell that way.” Buffy mumbles.
“Since when did you join the Wicca group.” Spike asks her, trying to remain calm.
“You know when.”
“Buffy’s really good, Spike.” Willow assures him.
“Better then you?”
“Well, yeah. She ranks higher then the leader of the coven does, the only known mlenghe. That’s the highest level you can reach without being a deity or a god.”
“Isn’t that the same thing”
“A deity is a priest, not a god. They’re bound to the will of that whom they serve.”
Buffy intervenes, “Willow’s the next best. Twelve levels behind me.”
“So that’s it then?”
“What’s it?”
“You’re just going to go on playing Russian Roulette until one day you find yourself dead!”
“I have it under complete control.”
“The looks THEY are giving you right now say different, pet.” Buffy looks at her friends, not believing them. “Slayers weren’t meant for magics. One, there was maybe one. She had to be killed by her watcher because she went insane. As a Slayer, you’re more connected to the world, you feel worse BECAUSE you have this power. And that Slayer was only a neltican.” He ended softly.
“I don’t make friends with vampire witches.”
“No, you don’t. But in all the years I knew her she never once tried to bite me or my own. I didn’t even know what she was ‘til Peaches told us so.”
“How do you just, not know.” Xander asks his friends.
Buffy’s eyes grow as she realizes what Spike just said, “Because she died in 1879 in Italy.”
“So what?”
Willow understands, she’s surprised she didn’t catch on earlier, “Spike wasn’t sired until 1880, in London. He said he moved back after she died.”
“She never bit any of us.” Spike insists, “And then there’s…”
“What Spike, there was what?” Buffy pressed.
“Nothing, nothing.”
“Spike..”
“She can’t be a vampire, she just… can’t. She has a pulse, I can prove it.”
“No you can’t. Because either way, she’s dead.” Willow tells him. ‘Poor guy, wonder what happened to him. Maybe… was it possible? Maybe the “wife” Buffy had talked about… was Autum. Is Angel sired her, but Spike feels this way… nobody was sure who she looked at. Maybe they had both been married to her… I mean, they’ve always had the same taste in women… so…’
“Not she’s not.” Buffy says, interrupting Willow’s thoughts. She goes back to the box and repeats her earlier gesture. The box opens and she grins. “Let’s see what she had to hide.”
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