“So, Riley is going to be gone the whole summer?”

 

            Buffy made a face, “Yeah, he wanted me to go to Iowa and meet the fam with him but I’ve got the whole slaying gig.”

 

            Willow gave Buffy a sympathetic smile and said, “Speaking of the whole...um... slaying gig, how was patrol last night?” effectively changing the subject. She knew that Buffy couldn’t be too happy about this whole thing. Her and Riley were practically joined at the hip. But she couldn’t help but feel as if it might also be a good thing, after what happened the past year Willow was thinking that it might be good for her and Buffy to have some serious catching up time.

 

            Buffy frowned, “Have you ever heard of a mohra demon?”

 

            “No….”

 

            “Met one last night. Not the nicest things ever,” Buffy made a face remembering the green goo that she was still washing out of her hair.

 

            “Tell Giles about it?” Willow asked.

 

            “I figured that even the English need to get a little sleep. So, that would be a no.” Buffy admitted.

 

            “So, then how did you know that it was a mowa demon?”

 

            “Morah,” Buffy corrected automatically. “I don’t know….. I just sorta knew. Does that make sense?”

 

            Willow shook her head, “Buffy, I don’t think that you have ever faced one before. How did you know what it was?”

 

            “I think we need to see Giles,” Buffy said.

 

 

            Finally, they had arrived.  It was an odd sensation to Serena, almost like being in Hollywood or something.  This was her most all time favourite show in the world, and she was actually there.  She felt like a tourist.

           

            Darien, on the other hand, wanted to leave as soon as humanly possible.  Which…in this dimension wasn’t about to happen.  And seeing as Serena was the only one who had the access to home, he was stuck.  He didn’t want to be stuck.  He wanted to go home, away from vampires.  Now.  Vampires gave him the creeps.

             

            “So, where exactly are we going?  It would be a nice thing to know seeing as you dragged me away, to your favourite show apparently, toward vampires, and never told me where we were going or what we were going to do.”

 

“Buffy and Angel are a couple. They *are* a couple.  They will always be a couple.  This will not happen.  They will get back together and kill Riley as a couple.”

 

“Ok, so Buffy and Angel are a couple.  Got that.  Why did we leave the moon and what are we doing?”

 

“We left to make them a couple again,” and as an afterthought, “and to kill Riley.  I really don’t like that guy.”

 

“Ok again.  We have an answer to question number two.  What about question number one?”

 

“We are going to the Magic Shop.  There’s always someone there. We will find them sooner or later and I intend it to be sooner rather than later.  We don’t have any time to lose.”

 

“What will we do once we do find someone?”

 

 

            “It was majorly weird, Giles. I have no memory of ever facing a demon like this before and yet I knew how to kill it and exactly what it was.”

 

            Giles frowned and ruffled through one of his books. “Yes, this is rather strange isn’t it?”

 

            “Buff, you sure you didn’t have a dream about this demon or whatever?” Xander asked.

 

            Buffy nodded, “Not that I remember.”

 

            “One time I met this woman who was really mad at her unfaithful husband and there was this morah demon and I—“

 

            “Anya, sweetie, not the best time to be telling us about your vengeance years,” Xander interjected quickly.

 

            “Actually,” Willow said, “at least we know that Buffy isn’t just imagining things. I mean, if Anya has heard of these demons than at least we know they really exist.”

 

            “Hey!” Buffy cried, “I resent that.”

 

            “I suppose that Anya could also be wrong,” Willow amended.

 

            “HEY!” both Anya and Buffy yelled in unison.

 

            “It would appear that both Buffy and Anya are correct,” Giles took off his glasses and began his absent minded cleaning as he started pacing the room. “Morah demons are a particular group of nasty predators. The only way, like Buffy said, to kill them is to hit the jewel on their foreheads. What I can’t figure out, however, is why they would be in Sunnydale. Morah demons feed of off the salt from the sea.”

 

            “Maybe cause we live on a Hellmouth?” Xander piped up.

 

            “Actually,” came a voice from the door, “there is another reason.”

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