Buffy and William were tightly bound and being carried aloft by the demons that had apprehended them. Buffy's mouth was gagged and the ropes that bound her hands and feet had been magiked. She couldn't break them or even work them loose. She assumed that William was in the same predicament.

William had given up struggling with his bonds. Doc had planned his attack well, but had still managed to make at least one mistake. Buffy wasn't the only one who hadn't been aware that the chip was non-functional. The little lizard man had sent humans to capture him. Humans! Spike spared a split second to thank the Powers for having the foresight to take care of that particular problem. Still, he had no clue about what was going to happen now. If he lifted his head enough, he could see Buffy still wriggling and squirming. She was a fighter to the end, that one. It was no wonder she'd lasted so long as a Slayer. He'd been a stupid prat to even believe he could take her on all those years ago. Together they would figure out a way out of this mess. He had faith in her.

The rabble carrying them was slowing down. William glanced over to see where they were. Of course Doc would want them brought here. He'd known somewhere inside himself this that had been the destination all along. The wreckage from the old metal tower was still strewn all over the ground. He looked at Buffy to see if she had noticed. Her widened eyes told him that she had.

*****

Giles sat at the table with Willow and Xander. Dawn was standing by the door looking outside while she sipped a cup of hot chocolate that Willow had made for her. Giles rubbed his forehead. "I'm really quite. flustered about all this. I thought that whatever Doc was doing involved only demons. I never would have anticipated he would attack the school."

"None of us did." Xander told him.

"Let's go over this again," Willow said. "I just know that there's something we're missing."

Xander snapped his fingers. "What about that dream Buffy had?"

"Right," Giles thought for a moment. "We've already discussed his reward."

"But what else did he say?" Willow asked.

"There was talk about getting it right this time." Giles continued to fight down the panic he felt rising in his chest. He would do Buffy no good if he didn't keep his wits about him. "Let's go over exactly what went wrong the last time."

"OK." Willow took a deep breath. "Doc went up on the platform to cut Dawn. I saw him up there and sent Spike up."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Xander said. "And Doc blew him off like a pesky mosquito."

"Right," Willow said. "Then he cut Dawn and Buffy pushed him off, then closed up the fissure herself."

"So we know that Buffy was his biggest obstacle." Giles replaced his glasses and shook his head in confusion. "But what was it that Buffy said about the knife?"

"It was bloody," Dawn muttered, then turned to face them. "It was covered with blood and he told Buffy it was tainted."

"Was it covered with your blood Dawn?"

Dawn stopped and here eyes widened. "No! The blood was Spike's."

*****

Anya was exhausted. When she had reached the school gymnasium pandemonium reigned. There were terrified teenagers and teachers everywhere, but no sign of William or Buffy. She and Halfrek had their hands full granting the wishes of all the people who just wanted to be home, safe and sound. One particularly brilliant teacher had even wished that the fire would be gone. Hallie had taken care of that in quick fashion. Now, not quite an hour after the two vengeance demons had arrived on the scene, nearly everybody had been evacuated.

"Hallie, have you seen any sign of them?"

"No, Anyanka. They aren't here."

"I need to go back an tell the others what's happening."

"You go ahead. I can take care of what's left." Halfrek wrung water out of her curly dark hair. "I hope somebody wishes this water away!"

"I know this isn't what our powers were meant to be used for." Anya looked at her friend gratefully. "Thank you for helping them."

"It's all right." Halfrek told her. "Good grief, this is Halloween. I had nothing to do but my nails anyway."

Anya waved goodbye, then vanished.

*****

Giles whipped off his glasses again. "Spike's blood? Are you quite sure?"

"I was there, Giles," Dawn told him defensively. "I remember. He stabbed Spike in the back before he threw him off the tower."

"And this was before he cut you?"

Dawn nodded.

"Tainted!" Willow exclaimed. "He. he said that the blood was tainted, but he would fix it this time."

"Willow," Giles leaned toward the former witch. "Exactly what was to happen when the Key was used?"

"All of the dimensional barriers would be broken."

"And what happened when Dawn was cut with that knife?"

"A big tear in the wall of."

"A tear?" Giles looked around excitedly. "There was only a tear."

"But it was huge!" Dawn told them. "And growing."

Willow's eyes flashed in discovery. "But it was relatively small, considering we are discussing the breakdown of every dimensional boundary."

"Spike's blood interfered with the process!" Giles pounded his fist on the table.

Anya suddenly appeared in the room, exhausted and dripping wet. "They're not there!" she told them, then slumped to the ground as her legs gave way.

Xander hurried over to help her up, but she turned to Giles' waiting arms. "I'll be all right." she assured him. "Just a little worn out."

"Who's not there?" Willow asked.

"Buffy and William. The demons took them and left everyone else there to burn to death."

"Do you need to go back there?" Giles' voice was full of concern.

Anya shook her head. "No. The fire is out and most of the people have been sent home. I don't think any humans died."

"Not yet." Xander said.

"Xander?" Dawn rushed over to him. "Do you think they're going to kill Buffy?"

"I'm sorry Dawn. I shouldn't have said that. If Doc wanted her dead he would have killed her at the school."

Giles helped Anya to a chair. "Can you sense where they are?"

Anya shook her head mutely.

"If Doc is going to go back in time to that night, he probably wants to be physically close to the place where it happened." Willow told them.

"The tower?" Xander asked.

"But why would he want to take them back with him?" Dawn demanded. "One Buffy was able to stop him, so why would he want two?"

Willow touched her arm. "If Doc is successful in taking them back there, there won't be two Buffys or two Spikes."

Giles nodded his agreement, "She's right. If present Buffy collides with past Buffy."

"They will cancel each other out, Willow said grimly. "No William and no Buffy."

"But he needs a power source, right?" Dawn begged Giles for confirmation.

"Well, yes, he said. "It. it would have to be a quite large source if he wanted to. to fuel moving a group of any size - an enormous source if he is planning on taking an army of demons along."

Willow frowned. "But there aren't any sources around that large. I know. I tried to drain everything available after Tara was killed, even." She stopped and looked at Dawn, her eyes wide. "Even Dawn!"

"Me?" Dawn squeaked. "He wants to use me? Then why didn't they take me too?"

Xander threw his hands up in the air. "There were so many kids running around, plus you were wearing that blond wig. Maybe they grabbed the wrong girl."

"Oh no!" Dawn exclaimed. "Chelsea was dressed just like me."

"How would he know?" Anya asked.

Willow glared over at her impatiently. "Know what, Anya?"

"How would Doc know what everyone was wearing? When you all busted in here, I barely recognized you myself, what with all the ratty wigs and gloppy makeup. He must have had a scout to tell him what people were wearing."

Xander and Willow looked to each other as realization set in. "That . bimbo!" Willow sputtered.

~*~*~*~

The demons were dancing around a bonfire as Buffy stood, tied to a post. Next to her was William, tied to another. Sometime during the battle he had lost his hat and most of his straw. His costume was wet and uncomfortable. Most of the makeup had washed off.

Buffy could tell that one of the braids in her own hair had come loose and her apron was torn. Their eyes communicated their confusion to each other. Why were they here and why were they still alive? Buffy could see another post set into the ground across from where she stood, but there were too many scaly and slimy bodies moving back and forth to make out who was tied there. From the corner of her eye she saw William jerk his head up and to the side. She followed his gaze to the female vampire making her way across the wreckage that littered the ground.

She stopped in front of Buffy. "Well, you aren't so mouthy now, are you Slayer?"

"Mmmfffff!" Buffy answered her, snarling through her gag.

"Sorry!" Harmony perked. "I just can't understand you with all those nasty, dirty rags in your mouth. You know, you're really a mess!" She stuck her tongue out at Buffy then sauntered over to William.

"Oh, poor little Blondie-Bear. You're going to be so sorry you treated me bad." Harmony fluffed her hair and pushed her lips out in a fake pout. "I loved you, and that just wasn't good enough for you." She reached out and walked her red-tipped fingers up his chest before reaching out to tug on some of his sandy curls. "And do you see what's happened to you? You've gotten all skinny and your hair needs a touch-up."

William turned his face away, dismissing her.

"What?" She stomped her foot. "You still think you're too good for me?" She smirked evilly. Then maybe I should remind you of all the times you made me dress up like Buffy and pretend to stake you so you could get your rocks off!"

William groaned and rolled his eyes upward.

"Or about the time you came to me, begging me to let you stay because the government put that stupid chip in your head and you couldn't feed." She grabbed his face to make him look at her. "You weren't too good for me then!" She let go of him and walked backward a few paces, stumbling over an I-Beam lying on the pavement. "Oops!" she caught herself. "Well, I'm a liberated woman now, and I don't need a man around to know that I'm worth something."

"Harmony," Doc's soft voice intoned beside her. "are you making my guests feel welcome?"

"Yes, I am. Did I do a good job finding them for you?"

"A very good job. Thank you. You will live as a queen in my dimension."

Harmony smiled happily at his words, then turned to favor Buffy with a smug expression. "Looks like you stole the wrong boyfriend." She reached over to hold Doc's arm.

He slid away from her and waved his index finger in the air. "You know my rules about touching."

"Sorry, I forgot again," she simpered.

"We need to move on with the transference. Will you watch the captives for me?"

"Of course. anything!"

He nodded his head, then turned to walk across toward the other pole. The gyrating horde parted to make way for him and Buffy saw the girl tied there. Her stomach lurched as she recognized her sister. She looked over to William in panic, and saw him shake his head. His eyes motioned her to look back again. She returned her gaze to Dawn, then understood. The girl was wearing a long, blue satin gown and long blond hair, but it wasn't Dawn. It was Chelsea.

*****

"So, now what?" Xander asked.

"Well, since Doc doesn't have Dawn, his plan can't work." Giles paced back and forth, thinking. I don't know what he will do when he realizes."

They all watched him as he moved around the shop. Anya had recovered enough of her strength to offer her own opinion. "Well, we know that he still won't kill them yet."

"That's encouraging." Xander noted dryly.

"Let's put ourselves in his place." She continued. "Willow, when you were running amok, sucking everyone dry, what would you have done if you grabbed the wrong power source?"

Willow frowned. "I would have looked for the right one."

"Thank God we have the Dawnster right here safe and sound." Xander said, then looked around. "Dawn?"

"Maybe she went to the little girl's room." Anya said.

"She couldn't have slipped out, because we would have heard the bell." Xander said.

"What is that stuff sticking out of the bell?" Willow pointed.

"Oh, good lord." Giles strode over to the door and looked up. "Tissues!"

"She wasted my Puffs?" Anya asked.

"Apparently they help make for a. a noiseless escape." Giles sighed.

"One more reason to buy 'em!" Xander joked, then broke off as Willow elbowed him in the side.

"We can't just stand around here!" she exclaimed. "Dawn is off to try to save Buffy, and she'll walk right into the last place she should be."

"Let me try to find her." Anya offered. "I can get there faster. If I don't see her there I'll pop right back and we'll go search other places."

Giles nodded his approval and, once again, Anya vanished.

*****

Doc approached the girl and reached for her with both of his hands. "This will work better without that wig." He said, and pulled at her hair.

"Ouch!" Chelsea yelped.

Doc stepped back in confusion. "This is your hair?"

"Don't touch me, you old creep!" she yelled at him.

He reached out again. "You don't need to scream," he told her calmly. "This really won't hurt a bit." He placed a hand on either side of her head and closed his eyes. After a few seconds his eyes flew open and he turned to the demons standing beside her. "This is not the Key!"

The large M'Fashnik closest to the girl pointed a claw at Harmony and growled.

"Harmony, my dear," Doc called to her in a sing-song voice. "Did you tell this creature that this girl was the Key?"

Harmony rushed over to Doc. "I talked to her. She was dressed like." she pointed. "like that."

"And did you take notice of anyone else that might have been dressed in the same fashion?"

She stammered for a response, not noticing the activity taking place behind her back.

*****

Dawn crept up behind Buffy and tried to work the ropes loose. "Buffy," she whispered, "I can't budge these things."

Buffy shook her head subtly and rolled her eyes to warn Dawn off.

"Forget it. I'm not leaving you." She reached up and managed to loosen the gag.

"Dawn, get out of here." Buffy hissed.

"He's going to kill you. Both of you." Dawn told her.

"And he's going to kill you if he gets his hands on you. He wants to use you to fuel this expedition of his!"

"I know. We finally figured that out." Dawn looked across at Doc. "Did he hurt Chelsea?"

"I don't think so. Dawn, please, leave now!"

"Not until you're both free." Dawn's voice was filled with conviction. She moved over to remove William's gag, then tried to loosen his bindings, to no avail.

"Nibblet, you won't be able to unfasten those. He's worked a spell on them. Now get back to the shop."

"I've got to do something!" Dawn protested. "This is all my fault."

"No it's not," he gritted out between clenched teeth. "We'll find a way out of this, but you've got to get out of here before."

"Hey," Dawn interrupted him. "Look, I'm not here by myself." She pointed. "There's Clem. He'll help."

William looked up to see Clem looking curiously through the crowd. He saw Buffy, then William and Dawn and made his way over to them.

"What'cha doing here, all tied up like that?"

"Remember your friend, Doc?" William asked him. "Seems he has some dark plans for the Slayer and her little sis. What are you doing here?"

"I went to the school. I heard there was a party with food and punch. I love punch. By the time I got there, everyone was leaving, so I decided to follow the crowd and see what was going on. Who knew?"

William pulled at his bonds and grimaced. "How about a hand?"

"Oh sure. You want me to get you loose."

"Can't. He used magic."

"Oh."

"How about a distraction?"

"You want me to use my power?"

"You have a power?" Dawn asked him.

"Sure. I'm a demon." Clem straightened and prepared to launch into action, but turned back to Dawn. "Now don't you be afraid."

"How could I be afraid of you, Clem?"

"Just watch, Nibblet." William told her.

Clem stepped away from them and into the midst of a group of Chaos demons. They were tall and obscured the wrinkly kitten poker fan. Soon, Dawn saw his head emerge about the heads and antlers of the demon's surrounding him. Next his shoulders appeared. Clem raised his hands and Dawn saw that now his claws were each about a foot long and Clem stood about twelve feet tall. He roared at the demons and slashed at them with his razor sharp talons. The demons turned in terror and tried to get away, stumbling all over each other. Four of them lay dead on the ground.

"Wow!" Dawn said. "I didn't know he could do that!"

"Where did you think all that extra skin came from?" William asked her.

"Dawn!" Buffy yelled. Her warning was too late.

"Aaahh!" Dawn screamed as she was grabbed from behind by one of Harmony's minions.

"Hey, look over here," the vampire yelled to the others. "I think I've found the real deal!"

"Let me go, you smelly blood sucker!" Dawn kicked at him and struggled to free her arms. "My sister is SO going to dust you."

He just laughed at her feeble attempts to get free. "She won't be around long enough to try." he told her.

Dawn's eyes widened in horror as Doc approached her, his arms outstretched and an evil grin on his face.

*****

Xander jumped as Anya re-materialized beside him.

"They've got Dawn!" She told them. Buffy and William are tied up and can't get free. He's using magic to keep them there. She turned panicked eyes to Giles. "What are we going to do?"

"Obviously, we're going to need advanced magic if we are to have any chance at stopping him."

Willow raised her hands helplessly. "I can't!"

"I know," Giles told her. "And we don't have time for me to get an infusion of power from the coven at Devon." He turned and paced. "So what are we left with?"

"Unless someone there makes a wish unwittingly, I'm useless." Anya said.

Xander sat heavily with a sigh. "And I'm useless no matter what."

Willow studied him with a frown, then her eyes gleamed as a thought came to her. "Xander, you've done magic before."

Xander shook his head. "No."

"Yes you have!" Willow sat beside him and took hold of his hands. "Don't you remember when we were sitting around looking at magic books, and you set one on fire?"

"It was a fluke, Willow."

"No. Listen to me. I used to struggle just to levitate pencils." As he continued to shake his head, she squeezed his hands and spoke faster to make her point. "Yes, magic is talent, but it is also desire and will power."

"But I don't know anything. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't know what to do."

"I know what to do Xander! I have all this knowledge in my head."

Giles moved to join them.

"What are you suggesting, Willow?"

"That Xander and I do a sort of. a kind of mind-meld, similar to what we did when we defeated Adam." She stood up excitedly. "Giles, you could establish a link between Xander and me so that I could speak to him telepathically. We could send him to free Buffy and the others and give them a fighting chance." She looked back to Xander. "We can do this!"

"I don't know." Giles brushed his hand over his hair and down the back of his neck.

Anya moved to him. "It's worth a try! If anyone has the desire to help Buffy, it's Xander. And Willow's right. Between her knowledge and Xander's will-power, it could work." She patted his arm. "Besides, if you don't do something now, they're all going to be dead very shortly."

"Very well," Giles agreed. "Xander, Willow, come here."

"Do you know the spell?" Willow asked.

"I believe I know a variation that will serve our purpose." Giles squinted in concentration. "It is something that we used to play with back in my. my younger days."

"Then do it," Willow urged him. "Now."

~*~*~*~

Part 25

Buffy tried to work her body free as Dawn screamed. It was useless. Doc was going to drain and kill her sister as she stood and watched. Clem had noticed the disturbance and moved to intervene. He was stopped by two black shrouded demons holding scythes. They chanted in unison with an inhuman tone. Clem froze on the spot. He couldn't move a muscle.

Buffy turned her agonized gaze to William, whose jaw was clenched tightly as he pulled against the ropes with all his strength. Buffy was afraid he would pull his arms off if he continued to tug.

"William?" She whispered.

"Don't give up, Buffy," he told her firmly. "We've made it through tougher trials than this."

They both renewed their fight against the magical bonds. William stopped short as he heard a familiar male voice speaking softly behind him. "Harris?" He asked. There was no answer, but the chanting continued. The ropes holding his arms loosened and fell into a pool on the ground. He looked over and saw that Buffy was free too. She bent over to pull her feet free, then scrabbled around to come up with some small broken boards. They were wooden and sharp, and that was all she needed. William kicked his feet loose, then immediately turned to Dawn. None of the demons present were paying them any heed. All attention was focused on Doc, whose hands were glowing with an eerie green light as he held Dawn's head.

"Now!" Buffy yelled and they sprang into action. Xander's arms were extended before him and demon bodies were flung out of the way. Buffy charged through with William on her heels. She was cut off by a group of Zombies who reached out toward her with dead arms and empty eye sockets. She spun around and kicked one. Its head fell off, but its body continued to march toward her.

William tried to hurry to help, but was overcome by a gang of humans. They were armed with stakes and torches. He smirked at the leader, who stood twirling the piece of sharp wood in his fingers. "Thought you blokes were supposed to keep me alive for the big plan."

"We're not really planning on using these," the man in the bandanna told him. "We understand that you can't do anything to us anyway."

"Is that right?" William nodded to the gang leader, than to each of his lieutenants, just before he kicked the man in his kneecap, effectively shattering it.

As he lay writhing in agony on the ground, William turned to the others. "Next one up for some serious pain? The line forms right here."

They all looked at each other before dropping their weapons and scattering. One of them paused just long enough to throw his torch at William before disappearing down the street. William jumped a second too late and found the leg of his costume on fire. "Blasted straw!" He muttered as he attempted to put out the flames with his hands.

"Exstinguere!" Xander said, and the flames disappeared.

William reached down to pick up some stakes, the hurried to help Buffy. She had already defeated most of the Zombies. He turned his attention to the black clad demons holding Clem. He knocked the scythe free from the first and buried it deeply into its back. Both demons fell to the ground dead. "Come on," William yelled to Clem. "We've got some work to do!"

Buffy had finally managed to reach Doc, whose arms and chest were now glowing green. Dawn was pale and limp. Buffy grasped Doc by the back of his neck and pulled him off of her sister . He flew up into the air and landed fifteen feet from where he had stood just a few seconds before.

William was on him with fangs bared, pummeling him to keep him from regaining his senses. "You're not going to sneak away this time!" he told him, then turned to drive a long stake through his tail, pinning him to the ground.

Buffy turned her attention to the vampire that held Dawn. It was the same one who had captured her. Before he could take a step to escape, Buffy attacked, jamming her stake into his back. Dawn fell limply to the ground as he dissolved into dust.

The other vampires and demons, disoriented from the sudden turn of events, began to disperse. A few of the braver ones attempted to crash through the invisible barrier that Xander had erected, but were instantly repelled. Buffy fought feverishly, killing anything inhuman that dared to approach her prone sister. Buffy knelt beside Dawn as the last remaining creatures fled. "Dawn!" she cried as she lifted the younger girl's lifeless body.

Xander approached her.

"I think she's dead," Buffy cried. "I didn't make it in time."

Xander turned to William. "Bring Doc to me," he stated in a firm voice.

William grabbed the unconscious man by the back of his collar and yanked him off the ground, staked tail and all.

Clem flinched. "Aw, that had to hurt!" He said.

William dragged Doc over to where Dawn lay and flung him on the ground. Xander knelt between the two bodies and placed one hand on each of their heads. He whispered an ancient incantation and the green energy left Doc's body, flowed through Xander, and re-entered Dawn.

"Come on, breathe!" Buffy begged her sister.

Dawn lay still and silent, then gasped suddenly. Her eyes flew open. "Wow!" she said breathlessly. She looked up to see the concerned faces of Buffy, William, Clem and Xander peering down at her. "That was cool!"

"Are you all right?" Buffy asked.

Dawn sat up slowly and nodded. "I think so." She looked around. "Where did everybody go?"

"The ones who aren't dead are hiding. for now." William said.

Buffy nodded. "We'll get 'em."

"Xander?" Dawn looked up at the carpenter. "Your nose is bleeding."

"We need to go" he said.

"Let's get you back to the Magic Box." Buffy helped Dawn to her feet. "We'll explain it all there."

"What about him?" William nudged Doc with his moccasin.

"He's mine," Buffy said grimly. She moved to pick up the abandoned scythe, and in one swift motion, decapitated the Time Wizard. His body shimmered briefly, then dissolved.

"Do you think he's really gone this time?" Dawn asked.

"He's gone," Xander told her. "His energy has disappeared."

"Thank you Xander!" Buffy embraced her best friend. "I don't now how you did this, but thank you."

William tapped her on the shoulder. "Let's go, Love."

Buffy nodded, and with an arm around Dawn, turned to walk to the Magic Box.

*****

"They're coming," Willow whispered. "They're all OK and they're coming back here."

"Thank God!" Anya breathed in relief. She closed the large volume she held and turned to Giles. "You can stop now, honey."

Giles stopped his soft chanting, and the far-away look in Willow's eyes vanished. She smiled joyfully. "It worked! I was able to give Xander all the knowledge and words that he needed, and he was able to save them."

Giles sighed tiredly, "I guess that's two for him, isn't it?"

"Three," Willow said. "Remember, he brought Buffy back the first time."

"That's right," Giles agreed. "Three for Xander. I guess we can't say he hasn't met his quota."

"Xander had a quota?" Anya asked. "Does everybody have a quota?"

*****

The bell above the door rang as Xander, William, Buffy and Dawn walked through. Everybody was exhausted, but happy.

Dawn glanced up at the bell guiltily. "I guess you figured out what I did," she said.

"Dawn," Giles began sternly. "You really ought to."

"I know, I know," she said. "Buffy already gave me the lecture during the walk back." She looked at Giles and arched her brow. "And she is a lot better at it than you are!"

Giles' face relaxed in relief. "That's good to know."

"Is anybody else hungry?" Buffy asked.

"Ohhhh!" Xander moaned.

"Still with the headache?" Dawn asked him.

Xander clutched his head with both hands. "Yes! Willow, is this how you used to feel?"

Willow grimaced on his behalf. "Yes. I really can't say I miss that part. Come and sit down." She pulled out a chair for him. "Anya, do you have any water and headache medicine?"

"Coming right up." She said, then went into her storage room.

"Buffy, I know you're hungry," Dawn said, "but I'm feeling sort of... drained." They all smiled at the imagery. "Could we go home?"

"Sure," Buffy told her. She turned to William. "Will you come? We can pick up some burgers on the way home."

He nodded. "Just as long as you order mine rare."

They waved goodbye and left.

Anya reentered holding a bottle of water and a vial of pills. "Here." She handed them to Xander, then leaned over to peer into his face with concern. "What you did was very brave. You didn't know it would work, and you could easily have been killed."

Willow moved to help Giles tidy the shop and allow the former lovers some privacy.

"I know An." He took a sip of water and tossed a few tablets into his mouth before taking another swig from the bottle. "But I had to do something."

"I never really understood before why it was so important for you to help your friends."

Xander looked at her sadly. "They're really all I have."

"I know," she nodded in understanding. "I'm learning that it's our relationships with others that make us who we are." She sat back, thinking. "That must be why there are so many rules regarding socially acceptable behaviors."

"And I tried to cram them all down your throat."

"Shh." She touched the side of his head. "Just relax and try to feel better."

Xander nodded toward Giles. "So, is it serious with him?"

Anya turned her head to look at the older man. Her expression warmed. "It is for me." She turned back to Xander. "He seems to like me, and he only lectures when he really thinks I don't know something. But..." her face clouded with sadness, "there's still this thing."

"The demon thing?"

She nodded.

"It's a pretty big issue." Xander conceded.

"I don't know what I can do."

Xander took her hand. "Anya, if you want something bad enough, you'll figure out a way."

"Thank you, Xander." She kissed him on the forehead, then moved away.

"Hey, Willow," he called. She moved over to him. "What say we blow this popsicle stand? I could use a ride home. I'm not in much condition to drive."

"Sure," she agreed. "I'd kinda like to keep an eye on you anyway, make sure you don't go all power-mad on us."

"Don't worry," he said. "It was fun while it lasted, but carpentry sounds pretty darn good right now."

After they left, Giles slipped his arm around Anya's back. "Are you ready to go?"

"Whenever you are."

Giles stopped to pick up a bag.

"What's that?" She asked.

"It's, um... it's a change of clothes."

She hugged him. "I love you, Rupert Giles."

He blushed, then smiled.

~*~*~*~

William opened the front door of Buffy's house, then stood aside to allow her and Dawn to enter. Dawn grinned at him on the way through.

"What?" He asked.

"Your manners are so... so cute!"

"Great. Then they go with my shiny red nose."

"It's more smeary red now."

"Even better!" he said with mock excitement.

"Stop it, you two." Buffy laughed. "Dawn, you've had a huge day. Let's eat dinner, then to bed with you Sleeping Beauty."

"All right. I am starved - even if I'm stuck with the Doublemeat Combo."

*****

An hour later, they'd all had something to eat and Dawn was already asleep. Buffy had checked, just to make sure there wouldn't be any teenaged spying going on this time. William sat in the kitchen finishing up a cup of pig's blood that Buffy had picked up earlier that day.

Buffy plopped down on a stool with a sigh. "I should have known Dawn would find a way to get into the middle of things."

William sat his mug down. "Your little sis has an amazing capacity for getting into scrapes."

"Runs in the family, I guess."

"It was a good fight tonight Buffy. You kept your head."

"So did you. You saved a lot of kids at the school."

He shrugged. "Just doing what I could." He glanced at the clock over the microwave. "Well I can see that Halloween is now officially over."

"Why is it that every year, I end up in a life and death battle, even though it's supposed to be a slow night?" Buffy mused.

"It's just your fate, pet."

She nodded at that. "One more thing I need to learn to accept, along with bad birthday parties and friends skilled at resurrections."

"We all have our crosses to bear."

"Tell me something..."

"What?"

"What did Harmony mean about you asking her to pretend to be me?"

"Ahh." he stood and walked to the back door. "At that I think I'll call it a night."

She moved smoothly to block his exit. "You don't have to go," she said. "It's late, or early, and I know you must be tired after everything."

He stepped sideways. "Yes, I do have to go. You know that."

She put her hands on his shoulders. "No, I don't know that. I want you to stay."

His back stiffened. "No, Buffy."

She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's OK. You're different now. We're both different."

He closed his eyes, then opened them and deliberately removed her arms. "This is wrong. I didn't want this to happen."

"I know that what we had before was wrong," she began, hurt filling her voice. "But..."

"It's still wrong Buffy. Don't fool yourself."

"I'm not fooling myself. I think I'm in love with you. Doesn't that make it right?"

He looked horrified. "No. You can't love me."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm a monster. I drink blood to live." He glanced at the empty mug on the kitchen counter. "You're better than that."

"But, you..."

"I'm only a step away from those vampires you killed tonight. They weren't doing anything that I haven't done. Things I spent over a century doing."

"You have a soul now."

"Yes, and so did Warren and Willow and those crackheads who attacked the school tonight. Having a soul doesn't free me from doing evil things. It just gives me more of a choice."

"I know that," she stated angrily. "I talked to Angel about this. I forgave him, and the things he did to me were even worse than what you did."

"I tried to rape you." His face was strained, his eyes stark.

"And he killed my friends. He tortured Giles. You helped Giles escape. You helped save the world. Without a soul."

"I was still evil Buffy. Remember what you told me? I'm beneath you." He took another step back from her. "I tried to drag you into that darkness with me, and that's the worst thing I could have done. I could do it again."

"No, you wouldn't."

"You don't know that," he leaned in, his face full of self-loathing, his eyes blazing. "I know what the desires of the beast inside me are. I can control them better now, but they're still there. I can't stop being a vampire any more than you can stop being the Slayer." He straightened and moved to the door. "Good night, Buffy."

She stood by the door and watched him stride away, down her sidewalk and out into the darkness. Her bottom lip quivered, but she refused to cry. She turned and marched resolutely up the stairs to her room. She opened her closet and reached inside to wrench the tattered black leather duster out. She sat on the edge of her bed and held it in her lap. She raised it to her face to inhale his scent, faint, but still there. She frowned and smelled it again. The duster smelled of tobacco and his aftershave and dust and his crypt. Just like always. She held it away from her as a grin slowly spread across her face. She would show him. Tomorrow.

She went to sleep with happiness still glowing on her face.

*****

The Magic Box opened as scheduled at 8:00 am the next day. Anya and Giles manned the store while Xander and Willow worked on installing a large punching bag. Xander stood holding the bottom while Willow attempted to loop the chain around a large hook Xander had attached to the ceiling.

"I can't quite reach it," Willow said. "Is there a taller stool here somewhere?"

"Don't think so Will," Xander grunted. "Try again. I don't think I'll be able to heft this up again."

"Too bad Buffy's not here."

"My thoughts exactly." Xander was nearly breathless.

Giles looked into the room. "Is everyone doing all right in here?"

"Fine!" Xander squeaked.

"Giles, can you hook this up? I'm not tall enough."

"Oh, certainly." Giles climbed up on the stool and attached the bag. "There you go. Right as rain."

"Thanks," Xander gasped. He looked around the room. It was done.

"Good work." Giles told him. "You should feel proud."

"I do." They all knew he wasn't referring to just the room.

The bell above the shop door jingled and Giles heard Anya welcome the customer who came in. He glanced out to see if she needed any assistance.

"I need a spell," the girl said.

"OK," Anya told her. "What kind of spell?"

"Do you have anything for retribution?"

"R...retribution?" Anya asked uncertainly.

"Yes. I just found out that my boyfriend has been cheating on me. I hate him."

Anya reached across to pat her on the arm. "Now, now. Hate is a very strong word. Perhaps you could have a mature conversation and work out a mutually beneficial solution."

"Screw that," the girl said. "I want him to suffer. He'll be sorry he treated me like this."

"Oh, no. I'm sure you don't mean that," Anya sounded panicked.

"Yes I do!" The girl was emphatic. "I wish his penis would fall off."

Anya's face crumbled. She reached a shaky hand to her pendant. "Gran..."

"Stop!" Giles yelled.

Anya looked at him desperately, "I have to."

"No!" He shouted. He rushed over to her and ripped the pendant from her throat. He threw it on the floor and slammed his heel down on it, shattering it.

Anya threw herself into his arms. "You did it!" she kissed him. "Oh, Giles. You did it again!"

"What?" he asked.

"You guys are a bunch of nut cases!" the girl said and stomped out of the shop.

Giles watched her go, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Anya, what did I do?"

"You freed me again!"

"Again?"

"Yes, you did it the first time, only you don't remember because it wasn't the same you, but you did it."

"Will you explain that to me later?"

"Yes."

"I freed you when I broke your talisman?"

Anya nodded happily.

"Then why didn't you just tell me that's what I had to do."

"Because D'Hoffryn would have killed you."

"This is the D'Hoffryn you invited to your wedding?"

"Yes." Anya rushed to explain. "He wouldn't have killed you himself, but there is a curse attached to the pendant to keep the vengeance demons from quitting whenever the job gets too demanding. Only he can break it willingly. If I told you what to do, you would have combusted... spontaneously."

"That's horrible!"

"But it's OK now. You did it on your own without my asking." She nodded at him with joy blazing from her eyes. "I'm free."

"And what about your curses?"

"Oh, everything is undone. The power is in the pendant, and that's gone now."

"Does that mean...?"

*****

Across town, sixty-seven teenagers suddenly materialized inside the charred remains of the high school gymnasium. Doctors later attributed it to mass sleepwalking brought on by post-traumatic stress disorder.

*****

Xander swayed dizzily. "What?" His face clouded with confusion.

"Xander, are you all right?" Willow asked.

"Uh, yeah," Xander looked confused. "I think I need to sit down."

"Here." Willow helped him onto the stool. "Is it the headache from last night?"

"No," Xander said. "I just... I just remembered..."

"What?"

"These feelings. I have all these feelings inside of me."

"Good ones?"

"Awful things. Hate and resentment. Anger." He looked at her helplessly. "What's wrong with me? I was so happy."

"Giles!" Willow called. "Will you come back here, please?"

"What is it?" Giles had heard the panic in her voice and his face was tinged with concern.

"It... It's Xander." Willow gestured helplessly. "He's confused and..."

Giles nodded, understanding. "Xander. You'll be all right."

"What happened?"

"Suffice it to say that Anya is no longer a demon, and all of her curses have been nullified."

"What does that have to do with him?" Willow wanted to know.

"Well, you see. I, uh, inadvertently... I..." Giles stammered.

"He cursed Xander." Anya said. "He wished that Xander would get over all his hang-ups."

"I believe the word was obsessions."

"Whatever. He wished it, and I made it happen. Now they're back." She moved to stand in front of Xander. "Are you going to call me a slut now?"

Xander shook his head unhappily. "No."

"Why not?"

"I just don't want to, Anya." He stood up and moved away from them. "I've been so happy the last few weeks. I've made plans for my future and," he looked at Willow. "I was moving on with my life."

Willow took his hand. "Nothing has really changed Xander. You're still you."

"But these people... My parents, Spike..."

"They are the same people they were yesterday. So am I. So are Giles and Anya."

"I can't forget what they've done."

"You don't have to." Willow took both his hands. "Remember how you told me that you would love me, no matter what? Even if I killed you? Even if I destroyed the world?" Xander nodded. "I spent the last four months learning to accept who I am and to let go of the hate in my life that made me do those things. Xander, you don't have to live with hate and resentment. Tara wouldn't have wanted me to go on like that, and I don't want that for you."

"I don't know."

"Well, I do know. You can start fresh Xander. You can still see things through different eyes. Just try."

He drew her into a tight hug. "What would I ever do without you, Will?"

"You never have to find out."

*****

Buffy stood at William's door. She was confident and happy. In her hand was a paper shopping bag with handles. She knocked. There was no response. She knocked louder.

"Just a bleedin' minute!" She heard faintly from the other side of the door. It opened and a very sleepy-eyed, rumpled William squinted at her. "Buffy. What do you want?"

"Why aren't you up? You usually have to be at school by now."

"Since they closed the school on account of the fire, I decided to sleep in. I'm a bit knackered. Had a big night." He looked her over. "You don't look too bad for being almost vaporized."

She pushed past him into the room. "That's because I feel great, and I wanted to tell you why." She lifted the bag slightly. "I brought you something."

He groaned. "Not this again. Go home, Buffy. I'm not going to change my mind."

"Don't you want to see what it is?"

"If it's the missing parts of that asinine costume, you can burn them."

"Oh, it's part of a costume all right. It's yours and I think you should have it back."

A look of understanding crept into his face. "I don't think..."

"You used to wear it everywhere. Don't you miss it?" She reached into the bag and pulled out the coat.

He looked at it with a mixture of fascination and loathing. "I... No. I don't want it."

"You left it at my house."

"I know." He turned away. He didn't want to look at it.

"Why don't you want it?" Her question was sincere.

"It is..." he stopped, "No. It was a... trophy."

Buffy looked down at the coat in her hands. "Did this belong to her? The Slayer you killed in New York?"

He glanced up at her, nodded, then turned away. "I wore that for over twenty years, proud of how I earned it - by spilling the blood of the Chosen One."

She stepped up behind him. "You're not proud of that anymore."

He shook his head silently.

"Come here," she told him. "I want to show you something." She walked over to the window and opened the blinds. The morning sunlight streamed into the room, enveloping Buffy in its brightness. "I noticed something about this coat. It smells like Spike."

"You mean it smells like me?"

"No. Like who you were. You don't smell like this anymore." She sniffed it. "The cologne is the same, and the cigarettes. You still smell like that sometimes. But this coat smells like a dead crypt..." She lifted her head and smiled at him brightly. "And you smell like sunshine."

He looked at her warily. "What do you mean?"

"Did you ever wonder why the Powers gave you the ability to walk around in the daytime?"

"So I could help you."

"I slay at night." She dropped the coat onto the floor and held out her hands to him. "Don't you see? They were telling you something. You don't belong to that world anymore." She tilted her head, begging him to understand. "You belong here, in the light, with me!"

Her words sank in as he looked at her. Her hair was a glowing halo around her head, her arms reaching out toward him. He took a step toward her, then another, then another. Then he rushed to gather her in his arms and bury his face in her sweet smelling neck. He held her tightly. If she hadn't been the Slayer, she would have been crushed. Instead she returned his embrace just as ferociously.

"I won't let you leave me again," she told him.

He kissed her. "I'll never want to."

~*~*~*~

New Year's Day, 2003

At the sound of the telephone ringing, Buffy burrowed her head under the white sheet and groaned, then peeked out again. "Ugh. What time is it?"

"Nine o'clock," William told her as he reached to answer it.

While he listened to the caller, Buffy stretched and wiggled her toes. Her mind went back over the events of the New Year's Eve party they'd had at Xander's the night before. He and William were still not particularly close, but they managed to tolerate each other. The evening had turned out to be a lot of fun.

"Well, congratulations old man. I'll pass on the word. Yes. Goodbye." William hung up the phone.

"Who was that?" Buffy asked sleepily.

"Giles," William told her. "Apparently he and Anya just eloped in London."

Buffy sat up. "What? Giles. eloped?! That's so. so impulsive."

"People are full of surprises, love." He smirked. "Even middle aged shopkeepers."

"Wow," Buffy said. "Can you imagine Quentin Travers' face when Giles introduces Anya as his wife? He knows she was a demon."

"If you ask me, she's a lot less of a demon than that old wind bag."

Buffy snuggled up to him and laid her head on his shoulder and nodded. "Maybe he is a demon. How long has he been around anyway?"

William's forehead wrinkled in thought. "You know, when Dru and I were tearing through London in 1912, the head of the Watcher's Council did bear a striking resemblance to that old poop."

"Oh, no," Buffy groaned. "Not another demon conspiracy."

"I'll gladly change the subject." William kissed the top of her head. "D'you think Dawn had a good time at her." He frowned. "What did you call that sleep-over thing again?"

"Slumber party. I'm sure she had fun. Those crazy girls probably didn't even go to bed last night."

"Nibblet has a right group of cronies now."

"Yeah." Bemusement played across Buffy's face. "Ever since Chelsea saw us in action at Halloween, Dawn has moved up in the popularity polls. She's getting her own little Scooby gang going."

She felt a growl in William chest. "Just so long as it doesn't include Angel's little offspring!"

Buffy lifted her head. "Connor?" she questioned.

"Yeah. When were in LA visiting your father for Christmas, the scalawag was giving her the eye." William shifted his shoulders and pulled Buffy back down. "I don't want to see her getting' mixed up with that sort."

"I know," Buffy hugged him. "A girl has to keep an eye out for those bad boys."

"Exactly!" he told her.

"You sound like Xander."

"The prat has a point."

"Speaking of that prat. I mean Xander. What did you think of his date?"

He shrugged. "She seemed nice enough."

"I thought so too. Do you think she'll stick around when she finds out how out of the ordinary we all are?"

"You mean you didn't notice?"

"Notice what?"

"Forget I said anything. Xander will figure it out sooner or later."

She punched him in the arm. "I hate it when you do that!"

He moved his hand under the sheet. "But you love it when I do this."

"You're changing the subject."

"You noticed that, did you?"

"Umm hmm. Oh, stop it. I can't think when you do that!"

"That's the whole idea, pet."

"It was good to see Willow happy."

"You're thinking of Red right now?"

"No. I'm thinking of how nobody deserves to be alone if they don't want to be."

William nodded in agreement. "That Oz guy sure wasn't much of a talker."

"No, he's not, but what he says is worth listening to."

"What was he telling you about animal crackers?"

"Something weird about the monkeys wearing pants. I really didn't get it at all."

"Oh, the monkeys." William nodded in understanding. "That's right!"

"Must be a guy thing."

"Not really. It's just that."

"William?"

"What?"

"Can we stop talking now?"

He leered evilly. "If you insist."

"I definitely insist."

"Anything for you, Love," he told her, "Anything."

THE END