"He, uh, he told me that he would take care of things on his end. I just wish we knew what Buffy was up to." Giles worried.
"Well, she wanted us to do the ritual if we could, didn't she?" asked Willow. "Because I don't really like Spike all that much, but I'll do the ritual if it'll help Buffy. And also it'll help more people live, so I kind of think we have to."
Giles' telephone rang. He answered it, listened intently for thirty seconds, and nodded. "Right now. Yes." He said. He came back out and sat down. "We need to get started."
Willow nodded. She began to slow her breathing and calm her thoughts; she couldn't help but be reminded of when she'd done this the last time, with Cordelia - and Oz. Sighing, she pushed the thoughts of Oz out of her mind and tried to concentrate on the ritual. That was a problem, actually. Before, she had had Miss Calendar's original Romani curse to start from: the curse that had been personalized for Angel. Willow had had to run it through several translation programs and then go in and try to change every Angel reference to "Spike" or sometimes, "the Bloody one." She hoped it would work, but there were a couple of instances where she hadn't been able to change it specifically enough because the text hadn't been clear. She had substituted "vampire" and "blood-drinker" instead, and hoped for the best.
On her right, Xander waved the smoking bundle of sage, while on her left Giles recited the responses to her own chanting. Her mouth was chanting the Latin phrases, but her mind chanted I hope it works, I hope it works, I hope it works, I hope it works!
Spike paced restlessly around the lounge waiting for Adam to show up again. When he did, Spike fairly pounced on him. "Well? Did you get it? What took you so long?"
Adam handed him the tiny glass globe. "Here it is: soul under glass."
Spike eyed him sourly. "Right. When do we start?"
"I called Giles on my way in, so it should be any time now. We'll put the orb on the table, and you sit here, and I'm going to wave smelly herbs at you and chant."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Oh, God! Do you have to?"
"Yep!" Adam grinned. "Trust me - I've been through this a time or three."
Grumbling, Spike sat down at the table. He waved away the sage smoke irritably and yawned theatrically when Adam started to chant. "Those Gregorian chants always did put me to -" Suddenly his body stiffened. He screamed in pain and collapsed out of his chair. A few seconds later, the orb glowed brightly and - while Adam recited the rest of the spell - the glow was echoed in Spike's eyes.
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