Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here in. They belong to BVTS and it's creators Joss and WB. Don't hurt me for borrowing them. They needed to come out and play....
(thoughts in Italics)

Sunnydale: High school library.

Buffy set easily at the computer that had once been only Willow's domain, and slowly tried to figure out how to open the files on the disks she swiped from Willow's home. She opened the first file which said threats. Quickly scanning it for information Buffy was surprised by the amount of information someone Willow she guessed had complied on the creatures that Giles called the Tryan.

They were as Giles said although they could be destroyed by a mixture of Rose water and Mars sense. Buffy pursed her lips wondering what the hell mars sense were.

She continued reading the combination of witch water and sense would cause the creatures to remain in their non-corporeal state as energy.

She continued reading and was surprised by the number of non-demon monsters that could be created using Fae magic and black arts. She trembled slightly, realizing that this vampire was going to be harder to kill than anything she had ever faced, and that though she had diminished his ranks, he'd merely recreated them, and could continue to do so with very little effort.

"One way to insure that the demons do not rise again is to place holy water on the ashes of the dusted vampires." She read aloud surprised that something that simple hadn't occurred to her.

She read the last few lines before closing the file and opening another. She was surprised to see it was a basic run down of what had happened since Angelus' emergence.

Buffy noticed that the wording changed as well as the style and coming to the end she knew why. Willow's Watcher unlike Giles, apparently was computer literate. And if his entries were any indication he didn't like vampires and wasn't fond of Angel in particular. She wasn't sure why that fact made her happy but it did. She for some reason enjoyed the idea that maybe Willow was getting the same grief that she had over Angel.

It was only fair. Willow had stolen Angel and now she would get to hear her Watcher complain about his lack of a pulse and the nature of his undead self. She continued reading surprised by how much the fae knew about what had happened and what was going to happen. He knew about Willow and Angel and she stared at those words shocked, somehow she had always figured that Angel had been sent for her to be her greatest love and her worst enemy all at once.

Next she opened the file marked prophecy. She stared at the words on the page shocked...this wasn't the prophecy that Giles had found.

~(The opener of the way, the Summoner of the Western King. She who is bound by law and fate, to stand between the darkness and light, to act as the mirror of the soul. The Western King's reflection, the Summoner bright, the bard singer at night. The door way opened with the soul of truth lost. Ending of Beginnings)

( Of the Dancing shadows, twining souls. One who is not shall come and the Slayer will be helpless before his might.

He shall read the sign and in folly fail to see.

The Summoner shall be torn she shall suffer a loss such as she has never known and of that loss a power shall be born.

One who is light, shall freely embrace one who is night, as one they shall stand against the foe of the chosen, for brother of kin is their enemy. Dreams shall haunt them awake and asleep, and the end shall be found with the beginning.

The lion and the lamb shall lay down together and of there union a power such as the light of the world has never seen.

The lamb shall become the she wolf and even the Slayer shall stand in awe of her.

The one shall find his fault and cower in weakness, strike and she shall fall, her blood wetting the earth. In her death she shall live.~

Buffy wasn't sure but she thought perhaps that it made no sense. She guessed she could be wrong but she didn't have any idea what it meant.

She heard voices coming toward the library and was about to close the screen when the doors were pushed open.

Pine Valley:

Willow pushed open the shop door slowly not sure what she was looking for but knowing she would recognize it when she saw it. She began to look around at everything to be found within. Statues and Goddess', God figurines took up a number of shelves in the right side close to the sales counter. She looked to the left studying the shelf of Candles that grabbed her attention. She walked over and without really thinking, picked up a orange, yellow, blue, green and white candle. She stared at the incense sticks that sat in jars with labels proclaiming their scent and uses. She saw one that would suit her purposes. Picking it up, she drew it to her nose to smell it's scent. She smiled musky and dark yet not oppressive. She liked that and she hoped that Bridget would as well. She could think of no one more appropriate then the goddess of smith craft, fire, and prose for her purpose.

She turned back to the entrance of the store staring at the stones that lay in small clear dishes on a stand of glass shelves. She smiled her eyes picking up on the correct stone easily it wasn't as though one could miss tigers eye.

She walked over and slowly examined a number of pieces once more excepting that deep inside she knew what it should feel like when she located it. Selecting a piece and then moving over to the small black gazing bowls that sat on another stand, she picked one that would fit with all the stones plus the malachite that hung from her neck. She grabbed a single piece of hematite as she headed toward the front counter. She paused just before the counter her eyes falling on a small cat with wings. She smiled thinking of the flap cat that set on Amy's shelf in the witches bedroom, the cat that she had accidently caused to break it's beautiful wing. Picking it up she put it on the counter and added it to her purchases, something about the creature intriguing and endearing it to her.

Willow handed the woman the money for the components, and headed out of the store. She needed to go to Cassie's Glen she decided it would be the perfect place to work her spell.

She turned down the path three blocks from Angel's place and headed down the grassy path.

She smiled as about five or six hundred feet down the path she made out the edge of the clearing through the trees. Meandering from the path. Mother said straight ahead, not to delay or be misled. Mother didn't know what was really waiting in the woods, red. She moved through the tall grass and the trees feeling eyes on her she turned, and froze for just a moment her mind immediately reaching out and touching the creatures own.

It lifted it's large head and perked it's ears in her direction, seeming to accept her as a part of the forest but not a member of the food chain. She watched as the wolf suddenly bolted off, seeming to think it had better things to do than mess with this girl that smelled of magic.

She headed to the center of the field smiling when she felt the waves of power given off by the ground beneath her feet. It was no wonder so many of those touched by the old ones came here. Lay lines crossed and power surged through out the little town creating the exact opposite of a hell mouth. The convergence of positive energy made it possible for strong creatures of the light to mill about it.

Places like this existed all over the world. Stonehenge was one of them, a huge one of course Stonehenge was also a doorway to the other world for one who had the key....

She set down the bag with her purchases and began to look around the space searching for something to use as a wand in order to cast the circle not that she needed anything but wanting something.

She moved toward the edge of the woods and found what she sought. A long slender branch. She smiled and headed back to her chosen spot. Standing in the east she slowly cast the circle. After she had managed to complete the casting she set Indian style on the ground. She opened the small back pack she'd brought with her and pulled from within its depths a small wooden pentacle something to set her needed supplies on.

She fished around for the needed things finally setting everything into order. Mixing the wood chips and lavender as well as dragons blood she carefully lit the mixture on fire. As it glowed she began to chant quietly over and over. Her voice raising in pitch as they continued. She waited as the flame began to change color turning an unnatural shade of purple as she chanted.

Lifting the necklace from her neck she allowed it to dangle in the flame, endowing it with the qualities she wished to give it. She smiled as the glow from the fire slowly took up residence with in the stone. She grinned happy with herself knowing that she was only halfway done but knowing that the rest required the moons waning light.

Sunnydale: Highschool:

"Amy it's alright I am sure we'll find them." Giles said trying to quiet the young witch's worry. He himself had been upset when she had said that Willow had e-mailed her telling her about the disks and where to find them, and when she'd gone over to Willow's they had been no where to be found. For a moment Giles entertained the horrified thought that one of the Vampires that worked for Galan might have taken them, only knowing that Willow would never invite one into her house eased that fear.

"But what happened to them, Willow was really adamant about me giving them to you." Amy said as Giles held the library door open for her. Both of them looked up as they heard Buffy's startled gasp. Amy caught a glimpse of what was on the screen before the Slayer and gasped.

"You've got them."

"She's got what?" Xander asked as he came up behind Amy from his snack machine run. Amy looked up at Xander and mouthed the words of her answer. The Slayer was watching them.

"What do you mean I have them?" Buffy asked," I was over at Willow's, saw them and the note, so I figured I'd give them to Giles." She said standing away from the computer.

"After you read them?" Xander asked.

"What I figured I'd scan over them see if there was anything we could use and tell Giles." Buffy countered not wanting to have this conversation with Xander.

"Oh yeah." Xander said, his voice expressing his disbelief quite clearly, "so did you find anything?" He asked. She turned back to the screen

"Yeah a spell to keep those nasty's in their energy form. Don't you think it's kind of strange that she knew what he was going to use against us?" Buffy asked.

Amy laughed softly looking at Buffy. "She's one of them, Buffy. She knows what they think, she knows what they would do, and most of all she knows what she would do if she wanted to beat you." Amy said finally."There's reason why she's the brains of this operation. A good reason. No one ever said that brains wasn't more dangerous then brawn. Your strong, she's smart. I'd bet my money on her."

"Here, here." Xander chimed in.

"Oh shut up Xander. She's your best friend and you turn against me because of her." Xander shook his head and walked further into the library.

"That's not how it happened and you know it. When are you going to get over this? If Angel wanted to be here, instead of where ever they are now, I'm sure he would be. You've already allowed your jealousy to cause us more harm then good." Xander said, reminding Giles again that although he was a teen and learning, he had grown a lot over the last Summer. Slaying vampires in Buffy's absence had done that, to all of them.

"Xander this is so wrong and you know it. You know what happened the last time Angel was in a relationship." Buffy tried.

"Hmm, yeah see I was wondering about that too, but Willow seemed pretty sure we wouldn't be seeing Angelus ever again."

"Yeah because she could never make him truly happy." Giles stared at Buffy taken aback by the venom in her voice. He chuckled he couldn't help it. The Slayer really still didn't understand. He remembered Willow's words. Sex had little to nothing to do with Angel's losing his soul, any more than Buffy had anything to do with losing Angel's soul. Angel had to do with losing Angel's soul. He forgot himself, found for a moment, a place where he denied the vampire denied his very nature, and poof no more soul.

He hadn't at the time really understood what Willow was getting at now he understood. The Curses clause had been one of self-inflicted agony once Angel allowed himself to stop and for a moment forget the beast within, he lost his soul, because he was no long suffering. Even for a moment. He had been thinking long and hard about this ever since he had received Willow's very direct and demanding c-mails...no e-mails.

"Buffy," The Slayer looked over at Giles."I want you to stop this right now. Your not going to change anything by trying to make this more dangerous for them. You can be jealous and childish when this is over. You're the vampire slayer not some jealous ex-girlfriend, so act like it."

"Giles!!"

"No that's it, I've listened to you whine and complain about Willow and Angel but have you thought for one moment what you would really do if Angel wanted you back, he tried to kill you, tortured me, and any number of other nearly unforgivable things. I know it was Angelus and not Angel and this is Angel. But do you know it? Really know."

Buffy stood planning on making a hasty retreat. She wasn't ready to deal with them, yet.

"Giles, I know. Can't you just give me time." Time to figure out how I'm going to get Angel back."Willow left with Angel, She knew what was going on and didn't bother to tell us before she went, she had the power to destroy Angelus too and choose not too, I don't see where she's any different than me."

"Because you are the Vampire Slayer, the moment Angelus surfaced you should have done your job." Giles said his voice surprisingly cold.

"Clearly not." Buffy said in defense, "He's needed." Buffy said pointing to the prophecy before her.

Amy watched the exchange wondering if she ought to tell them that Spike and Dru were on their side. She stared at the Slayer wondering what she would say. Willow was clearly consorting with the enemy.

"Yes, you're right, Angel is needed, now that she brought him back." Amy chimed in. Buffy looked over at the witch. Her eyes darkening slightly.

"Since when does she get to be in the party?"

"Since she knows about the ways of the fae and Willow wants her here clearly."

"Buffy you may not like this. You may not like what Willow is doing. You may think that she stole your man, but if he was yours, really yours, she wouldn't have been able to steal him."

Pine Valley:

Willow moved up the stairs of the house. She was trying to figure out the best place to set the dish for the last part of the spell, the stone would have to set in the waning moons light for the night in order to work properly tomorrow.

She grimaced. The back porch would work. It had moon light streaming into it for most of the night she would merely have to place the dish in the optimal spot.

She moved to open the door not really noticing the fact that it obligingly opened for her. She was too busy trying to calculate where to set the small dish to notice the fact that her powers were navigating for her with ease. So much for not being all magic she thought ruefully as she entered the next room. She paused in the living room, noticing for the first time that Angel had cleared the mantel last night.

She walked past the front room down the short hallway into kitchen and then out the back porch. She walked over to the small table that set in the corner of the porch and set the bowl down. She smiled this wasn't really hard just time consuming.

She moved back into the house her mind going to the man who apparently hadn't managed to shake of her influenced sleep. She turned the corner, and headed up the stairs, wanting to go arouse Angel. That is wake him up. She walked down the hallway, and heard a slight whimpering sound.

nightmare Willow moved quickly over to the edge of the bed. Uttering the words she needed to end the enchantment. She leaned down over Angel and found herself trapped by his worried gaze, she shrieked lightly as she was hauled over his form and quickly tucked beneath.

"Angel." She gasped out, indignantly.

"You scared me half to death." He growled angrily, game face flickering before he controlled it. He saw the slight smile that flickered across her face, and growled softly, warning her that this wasn't funny.

"Yeah I noticed," she managed looking pointedly up at the ties that had held her in place.

"That's right how the hell did you get...?" He paused glaring at her. "What time is it?" She looked down then back up at him.

"Oh fivish I'd say. Give or take a few." She said finally squirming a little figuring that if he wasn't going to let her go anytime soon she might as well be comfortable.

He stared at her for a long moment shock clear on his handsome face. She smiled darkly up at him, her eyes glowing bright with inner power.

"What did you do?" the vampire asked suspicion evident in his voice.

"Exactly what you think." She answered honestly.

"Damn it Willow, how the hell am I supposed to protect you if...." She raised a hand to his mouth stopping his words.

"Your not, so get that idea out of your stubborn head. You did that already for almost eight years before Buffy ever showed up."

''But..." he started only to be cut off by the red head.

"No buts, Angel. You played the part of protector for me already. That's not what I brought you back here for." she said seriously.

He stared at her for a moment. "Then why?"

"You don't want much do you?" She demanded staring up at him, having realized that he had no intention of letting her go.

"Nope not much, just some answers." He said, he moved slightly pressing more of his weight into the mattress and her, effectively trapping her. She glared angrily up at him, her body disturbingly aware of how close his was, and how intimate their positions were.

"Angel do you think maybe you could let me up?" She demanded.

"Why?" He asked his voice cool, and far too calm for Willow's liking.

"Because." She started. Looking up at him she realized she wasn't going to get out of this by talking it through. She groaned low in the back of her throat a little angry and more than a lot flustered. She needed to figure out how to explain things and it wasn't helping that he was being impossible. She closed her eyes and drug up the spell she needed. Closing her eyes she began the mental chant.

"I want...." his voice trailed off as the spell she had placed on him began to take effect. She wiggled out of his arms and managed to move so that his head rested in her lap. She smiled sadly down at the vampire lying in her arms, poor Angel.

He wanted too many answers too soon, she looked up at the fae that had just materialized in the far corner of the room, she growled at him angrily as well. She just wished Tristan would head back to Sunnydale, they were going to need all the help they could get. The closeness to the new moon would mean that Galan was going to start getting worried because she hadn't been found and he had no leverage, to force her to return.

"I am surprised at you, Willow." Tristan said with mock shock as he took in the prone vampires form. He was impressed, he knew she hated using any form of manipulation, but rather then face the vampires questions she had removed the problem.

"Oh, and how's that. Is that what you wanted? For me to put this sacred bullshit in front of him?" Willow demanded her words shocking the fae with their venom.

"You did it didn't you, you've fallen for him?" Tristan accused softly. Willow stared at him for a moment, well aware of the fact that the vampire who still lay still against her legs had come to when she had been distracted. She smiled down at him.

"Even if I do, is it wrong? I am not the Slayer, he isn't my mortal enemy." She softly looking at Tristan.

"He's a vampire." Tristan said as though that explained it all. It should have, she supposed. Should have if she was completely fae, or had been brought up as such.

"That might work for you and yours but not for me. I can't look at him and see only that." She whispered just slightly wishing she could.

"He's dangerous. I mean Willow, for glory's sake he bit you." She giggled in spite of herself.

"Yeah, and I have never in all my life felt anything so incredible and erotic, and it turned me on, for gods sake, I got all hot and bothered because he bit me. Tristan. I may be fae but something about him fits perfectly with something in me. If he's so bad how can that be?" She demanded, shocked by her own outburst. God, I hope Angel's not paying attention to what I am saying cause...oh dear.

"You liked what he did to you?" She stared at her mentor, she could hear the outraged shock in his voice. She touched Angel's cheek gently.

"Yeah, I did and I don't expect you to understand. You are fae to the core in every way. I grew up human I am smart but I am not like you, my emotions, my feelings, my desires, are a mixture of both." She looked at Tristan wanting him to understand, needing him to know that this was something that had to do with everything she was and would always be...if she lived that long.

"Willow, I of all people understand your nature, but I don't see how you can forgive and forget he tried to kill you for Gods sake that bastard had every intention of changing you." Willow jerked as if she had been hit, her eyes flying to the man still resting against her. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, as she looked up at Tristan.

"What?!?!" At last I think I got to her.

"You heard me, he had every intention of changing, you. That vampire wanted to bring you across, he was standing on the other side of your door waiting for you, if I hadn't stopped him you'd be a vampire right now Willow, a vampire." Tristan said, he knew damned well he was exaggerating what had happened, but he needed to make her understand what this man had planned for her.

"If that isn't enough to make you see, last night he watched you sleeping, he sat there imagining what it would be like to love you as a vampire, to bite you in the heat of passion, to lose control..."

"Stop, you think I don't know what is between us. I know him, I know what he feels cause I feel it. You said this connection would link our minds, you never said it linked our hearts..." Tristan stared at her for a moment, realizing perhaps that she wasn't to be swayed so easily if at all, clearly she loved him and had no qualms about it. She watched as her frustrated mentor lifted a hand and promptly disappeared in a shower of golden sparks.

Alone again. She smiled sadly and looked down at the man in her arms. His eyes were open and he was staring at her, surprise clear on his face. She leaned closer to the vampire gently kissing his forehead. He stared at her for a moment not sure what to say to her after everything he'd just heard. He wasn't sure he even trusted his voice, her gaze was heartbreakingly tender.

"Well, that must have felt awful." Willow commented after a moment. "How's your head?" She asked knowing that the thwarted spell would have hurt a bit.

"Better thanks, what did you do?"

"I..." she paused looking for the right words, "I sort of well started to place a spell on you. I...I didn't know how to answer your questions. Actually, I don't know the answers. At least not any that make sense. Why I brought you back, why this is happening. It's just too much like a movie, and someone keeps changing the script. This wasn't supposed to happen." She managed at last.

He shook his head going to move. He gasped as a wave of dizziness overcame him. He stared at her wondering what the hell that was. His gaze accused her slightly with bemused uncertainty.

"No, not me. Just relax, maybe you shouldn't try to get up right away."

He shifted slightly and turned to rest on his stomach, he reached up and pulled her down beside him.

"Angel, I have to...I have to do something." She managed pulling away from his all to inviting embrace. She couldn't think about that now, she needed to concentrate on other things.

She stood and leaned down and brushed a soft kiss across his check. Pausing for a moment to stare into his eyes. "Willow?" He whispered her name softly wanting her to stay there in his arms. She smiled gently leaning forward she kissed his cheek again.

As she moved away he watched her go.

Pine Valley:

As she left the room and Angel listened, he heard her moving around downstairs and her slightly angry words. Tristan the Fae had returned. Angel listened wondering what she was saying to the other man. Then very carefully and slowly he levered himself out of the bed. Using it and the other furnishings in the room for support, the vampire staggered carefully out of the room and headed toward the stairs.

"Look," he heard."I can handle this. Angel's not going to hurt me." She said, Angel could hear the slight edge of anger in his voice.

"That's what the Slayer thought too, little girl. Vampires are like wild animals Willow you never know when they'll turn on you." Angel heard Willow then a dark, angry sound.

"Like a wild animal. Let me see. I think if I am not mistaken that Angel is a bit more than a wild animal, and if human's were half as strong in their social structure as some wild animals our society wouldn't be as it is."

"Willow stop it, that's not what I meant. He's like a rabid animal."

"No the only rabid animal here is Galan, and if you want to ensure that I have something worth saving, you'll return to Sunnydale. Because they are going to need you. Galan has already harmed them." she said angrily, then he saw a flash of light and by the time he got to the top of the stairs. Willow stood alone in the foyer.

She looked up to see Angel standing on the stairs. She glowered at him. "I thought I told you not to move around yet."

"Where are you going?" He demanded taking in the fact that she was wearing his jacket and held in her hand a spell book.

"To finish something I started." She answered vaguely. She offered him no other explanation and headed for the back door. She smiled as she scooped up the dish with the stones within it. She stepped outside her eyes going directly to the sky. She could see the moons slowly waning light and began walking further into his back yard. She headed toward the field in back of the house not aware of Angel following close on her trail.

Galan's Lair Sunnydale:

Dru watched Galan, as he began walking around the room, in her minds eye she could see what he was trying to do. The thought of that demon touching the little tree sent a strange sense of protective fury through the vampiress, she couldn't decide which was stranger, being able to think without hearing the voices that confused her, or the strange feelings that the young witch had created in her. Dru thought perhaps she remembered the sensation. Something very nearly like what she had once felt for her own little sister. Demons have no souls, it doesn't mean that they have no hearts. Dru thought. She turned on her heel knowing that she would need to be near Spike or she would try to stop Galan. She couldn't risk his finding out that she and her beloved Spike were helping the little tree.

Galan began placing objects in the four corners of the room and then moved over to the large table. He lay the feather down along with a large piece of amethyst.

He put a pillow in the northern corner of the circle. He walked back to the table mixed a small amount of dragons blood with vervain and lavender. He added a small amount of water to the mixture and raising it in his hand placed a small amount on his tongue and swallowed. Setting up the altar space with the four corner candles as well as a white and black candle to create balance.

He looked up as Spike entered the room, he smiled at the bemused expression on the other vampire's face. If he couldn't get the vampire away from her, he'd drive a wedge that nothing could heal between them. He needed to ensure that she was alone. It was clear the Slayer was having issues with someone else being the chosen one, and the others were of no consequence to him.

"Well, what's all this then mate?" Spike asked finally. As he entered the room, he was still remembering Dru's worried dialogue and hoped he could learn what the fae vampire was doing and maybe even a way to stop it.

"Well I was thinking of paying the little Summoner a visit. She's eluded my best men and that fool vampire that is with her chose her over a pretty impressive offering. I don't know what the vampiric world is coming to." Galan said with exasperation.

Spike nodded his head in mock agreement. He smiled. "I am sure that they will return soon." Spike said.

"It's not that. I mean...I will find her. That's not the problem I need to know who the Western King is. I need her to tell me who it is. I have an idea but if she doesn't name him, then I cannot force her to play her part, she'll be able to thwart me."

"Then she hasn't summoned him?" Spike asked curiously. Galan looked at the other vampire, like the foolish Watcher they all believed that the Summoning in her title had something to do with the Western King. The little hacker knew the truth it's part of the reason why she left Vampire in toe. Damn it I wish I knew who it was

"She doesn't Summon him. She summons the portal the gate way. The Western King is her chosen protector, she, them they are predestined, chosen."

"How?" Demanded Spike, hoping to learn more, perhaps if he got enough information the witch Amy could help.

"By word and deed." Galan said absently as he continued setting up the circle.

"Wanna put that in English, Mate?" Spike said in his best upper crust British accent.

"She has to summon the Gate. The entrance and Archway is hidden from all eyes but hers. She sees in all realms, she is of the fae." Spike shook his head, still having no idea what it meant. "Go leave me I wish to finish my preparations in peace." Galan said dismissing Spike.

The handsome British Vampire walked out of the room angrily. Ignoring the minions that wandered the tunnels he headed to the mausoleum entrance, to go above ground. Seeking a certain blond witch and perhaps some living blood, he didn't know much but perhaps it would be enough for Amy to figure out what was going on. He was growing increasingly agitated and yes he'd freely admit it nervous as the new moon came closer. Even if the little redhead didn't come back he had a feeling that wouldn't stop Galan from trying to do exactly what Angelus had tried and bring the equivalent of hell on earth. There had to be some way to stop him Spike just hoped they'd be able to.

He was growing quite fond of his Dru this way, her sanity didn't detract from the evil streak in her. She was still his Dark Goddess, and her manipulative machinations were being focused on stopping Galan and protecting the little redhead and her friends, including and especially the blond witch Amy. Although he hadn't been able to see her the past few days because of her hanging around the Slayer and that fool boy, and he and Dru had been hard pressed to leave the tunnels without shadows. He hoped he'd be able to find her away from the others.

He had overheard several of the arguments that she and the others had with the Slayer and knew that she probably hadn't told the Slayer about he and Dru helping. He admitted to himself that he liked the blond witch. He had never had a human friend so to speak, and other than the one time that he had helped the Slayer, his usual conversation with a human involved, "Care to join me for supper?" and "Needs more iron." Amy had spoke to both he and Dru as if they were friends or family even. Dru was already talking about having some inane thing called a slumber party with the little tree and the kitty when this was all over. Girls only...as if. Get your mind back in the game mate, make sure your not being followed before you lead them straight to the little blond witch. Galan may just have to make a few more of those Tryans before the night is through. The bleached blond vampire thought as he melted into the shadows of the cemetery.

Galan watched the vampire leave before going to sit in the middle of his created space. He smiled and began going through the ritual. Tonight her dreams would be his, and he would tear the fragile bond between them to shreds.