Knights, Werewolves, Vampires OH MY!!!!

Chapter Two
During the next four weeks, Willow and Oz were always bickering, with Buffy adding her two cents, and it made for a rough time for everyone.
During this time both Oz and Xander’s friendship grew more secure and better than it was before the KISS. Before he was just Willow’s boyfriend, but now it was something different. It was a peer, a true male friend his own age, which Xander found relaxing. Sometimes Xander would have to watch out, because he found himself NEEDING the young man’s attention and approval. Xander didn’t realize that this was because of his background, but for the first time since Jessie, he found himself a true friend.
It was during this time as well the both Oz and Xander had started going out on patrols by themselves, just to get away from the girls. Most nights were quiet, with only the occasional fledge popping out of the ground. Oh, they knew they were being followed by Angel, but they didn’t care. They seemed to be handling things on their own.
Angel followed along behind the two young men, watching to make sure that they did not get in over their heads, so far the two boys had done better then he had expected. Except for a few demons that seemed to be attracted to them, which he took care of by either scaring them off or dispatching them. He watched as the two boys developed into a killing team.
Oz using his strength and other werewolf abilities for the first time without fear, and Xander, where did he learn some of those move, Angel wanted to know. The only thing that bothered Angel a little bit was the occasional flash of green that Xander would have in his eyes when he killed. It mainly occurred after a hard battle, where the boy showed unusually deadly moves, and faster than normal reflexes.
I must speak to Giles about this later, thought Angel.
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Meanwhile, with the boys on another patrol, Buffy and Willow lied to Giles about needing to use the lab for some make up work that Buffy needed to do.
What they really were doing was creating the potion and reading the spell that was needed to make both of their “boyfriends” their love slaves. Both of them had the perfect personal ingredient for the potion.
For Buffy, the perfect item was the ring that Angel gave her. Her only hope was that the ring was not going to be used up when it was all done.
For Willow it was a hunk of werewolf fur taken from Oz while he slept in the cage one night as she babysat.
After a couple of hours the potion was ready.
“Buffy, we both need to lower the final part of the potion together as we recite the spell,” Willow told the blonde slayer. “The spell has to be said in a certain way, so say it as I do, right as I do it,” the young witch warned her friend.
Nodding her head, Buffy ready herself for this. While she had no magic abilities, this spell would be powered by both Willow’s magic, and some of the slayer essences to make it. It would drain her for a day or so, but not permanently harm her.
Gathering up their courage, and the final ingredients they had, they began lowering the fur and ring into the bubbling and smoking brew. Willow began to chant with Buffy half a heartbeat behind her.
Hecate, Goddess of Magic, Cupid, God of Love
Hear our pleas and answer from above
Send us true love from those that we care
Send true love to those so that we may share
Heart to heart, soul to souls, bound for all time
Help us, we beg of you, help us at the midnight chime

Aphrodite, Goddess of love
Symbol the whited dove
Hear our cries, hear us speak
Give those the love we seek
Give them the love for us
For happiness ever thus

This being said, the two girls lowered the ring and fur the last few inches into the brew. The container the held the brew, began to shake, and smoke began to pour from the top. When enough smoke had bubbled up, it started to gather right above the potion, and thicken. The thickening cloud suddenly split into two different spheres. Inside the spheres the images of their intended victims came into focus.
Angel had the look of broodiness that he was famous for, plus a slightly puzzled look on his face. While Oz, usually mute with a serene calm exterior, was actually smiling and laughing, which then caused Willow to develop a puzzled look on her face.
The two spheres and their images suddenly exploded into a million little pieces, and each piece beginning to glow like multihued sparks. Both sets of sparks then went through a series of color shifts, ending with Oz’s turning pure blue, and Angel’s settled into a reddish hue.
Both sets of sparks began to become agitated, and exploded into a riot of movement. They began to move around the lab, and in their movements, whatever they touched was either knocked over or destroyed. This caused to girls to cry out both in shock, and anger.
“Willow, we have to stop them before they destroy the whole lab,” cried out Buffy, as she ducked the flying debris caused by the sparks, and by the mixture of chemicals that the destruction was causing.
“I can’t, I don’t know how. According to the spell book this was not suppose to happen,” cried the red headed teenager.
“Just great, how are we going to explain all this mess to the chem teacher in the morning,” said Buffy getting really perturbed with Willow’s spells always failing somehow.
Willow just whimpered as they watch the lab being destroyed.
The sparks had moved around the lab, and were finally back at their starting point. That was when the sparks started circling the girls, crisscrossing between the two; it was a riot of motion and color. The sparks moved faster than the girls could see, and then the girls started to scream and flay around. The sparks had moved until they were touching the girls, leaving small cuts and burns all over the exposed area of their bodies. After a few minutes of this, the flashing group of sparks suddenly moved away from the girls, and sorted themselves back into their proper color groups of red and blue.
The girls lay on the floor moaning and groaning from the multitude of burns and cuts, their clothes cut to ribbons from the spark’s movements. The girls themselves felt as if they had somehow survived being in a sandblaster. Both girls struggled to move up right, and leaned against the wall that was near them.
Then without warning the two groups of sparks shot out the window directly over the girls raining down bits of broken glass, causing them to once again scream.
When they finally looked up, it was to their surprise that they could see the hazy out line of three people above them, 2 females and male. You could almost see wings on the back of the male. Both girls also felt the waves of disapproval coming from the three beings.
The one on the left facial features then started to move:
“You have your desire, but not your wish. A heart is not yours to toy with. Now you have sealed your fate, as well as theirs. It is by our command that this is how you shall pay.”
The one talking made a motion with her hands, and both girls were thrown back against the wall behind them, and the lab exploded, destroying the potion, the ingredients, Angel’s ring, and lab itself. Miraculously, the spell book was not harmed, and it came to rest by Willow on the floor.
The explosion shook the entire school, and brought Giles running from the library. He immediately headed towards the lab, only to find the place a wreck, the girls unconscious, and the book. After he checked the girls to make sure they were still alive, Giles grabbed the book and ran back to the library. Hiding the book, he quickly called 911, and Buffy’s mother Joyce.
He also tried to get a hold of the 3 men out on patrol, but something was blocking he signal from getting through. Leaving them to themselves, Giles ran back to the lab to await the ambulance, and help the girls seem to need.
He would be talking with them later about what spell they did, and why they lied about it.
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While Giles was fusing over the unconscious girls, the sparks that had left the lab flew over Sunnydale in search of something. As they passed over certain areas, they caused their own form of destruction.
The purity and love inside these sparks were causing problems for the demonic and vamperic communities. Those that were able to sense the coming of the sparks quickly got underground and away from their path of destruction. Those less fortunate, if lucky, were killed outright.
As the two sets of sparks flew over a group of minions and fledges, they caused the vampires to follow them. As they progressed through Sunnydale, the weak vampires never noticed that they were losing members of their group.
It started with the one in the very back, a minion. He was slowly lulled into a tranquil mental state. Soon his body just followed the trail of the sparks. However soon after his mind was taken over, his body began to turn to dust from the power of the sparks. Soon all that was left of him was fuzzy out line of him in his demon form, as his body fell away. This caused the demon to awaken from its hypnotic state, and silently scream as it was drawn back into hell to wait its next turn to inhabit a victim’s body.
This began slowly to happen to more and more of the group until finally only the leader was left, and his cries of anguish could be heard from all over Sunnydale as he dissolved. It seems that he was not so lulled that he couldn’t feel his final death coming up on him.
The sparks continued on towards their goal, unaware or uncaring of the destruction they were leaving behind.
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Xander paused in the Green Rest Cemetery with Oz, listening as the town clock struck midnight. He indicated to OZ to move over to the Hetchin Crypt, to take a rest. He was seriously thinking about calling it a night, and trying to sneak home past the drunken paternal units. Hopefully they were too drunk to notice him coming in.
Deciding to be a bit mischievous, Xander nudged Oz, and whispered, “Watch this!!!”
Searching the cemetery behind him, and almost locating his target, Xander calls out into the night, “Hey Angel, you can come out now. With all that hair gel you use, even I could tell that you were trailing us.”
High among the trees there was a muffled “What?!?!” followed loudly by a curse as they heard something go *SNAP*, and then they could hear what sounded like a heavy body falling from among the tree branches. The noise ended with a loud thud, which caused the two boys to wince.
Both boys fell over laughing when Angel walked into sight. The once debonair and neat vampire was now covered in mud and blood from the fall. His hair had twinges and leaves in it, his face was smeared with blood, the scratched quickly healed by his vamperic healing, his clothed were muddied and torn from the landing on the ground.
Growling at the two boys, who by now were rolling on the ground from laughter, Angel just walked over to them.
“You know that little stunt could have gotten me staked by a tree branch,” snarled Angel as he stood over the two boys.
“I know, I know,” gasped Xander. “But you shouldn’t have been up in that tree,” he said standing and helping Oz up.
Pretending to be peeved at the two boys, Angel just looked around for any sign of trouble sneaking up on them. That was when he noticed how silent it had gotten.
“Hush, something is wrong, you two,” whispered Angel.
Immediately both boys were on alert, and back to back. Their stakes in one hand and long knives in the other, one silver, and the other copper. They were ready to meet anything head on. That was when Xander noticed something to the south of them. That was when they also heard the anguish cries of the last vampire victim of the sparks. It caused both boys to shiver in dread.
“Look over there, the sky its lightening up. And whatever is causing it, it’s heading our way,” Xander told the other two.
All three of them turned towards the lights, and wondered what could be coming their way, and what it meant for them.