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Xoey found herself standing on a cloud. All around her was blue sky, a gentle breeze airing her long hair and the long white dress she realized she was wearing. At least she knew she wasn't dead, there was no way Heaven was this tacky.

The slayer crouched down to peer through the cloud she was standing on. Below her was a city, but she was too high up to try and guess where she was. She stood up and looked around her, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. In the distance she thought she saw a figure, so she started to make her way to it.

As she got closer she made out the shape of a girl. She tried to get closer to see her more clearly, but the girl seemed to stay the same distance away. Xoey called out to her. "Hello? Do you know where I am?"

"Nikde." was the answer, spoken in a strange, deafening whisper. Great, she had to land on the non-English-speaking cloud. She tried again. "Do you speak English?"

"Vůle tebe zachránit mne?" Xoey groaned and sat down, cross legged, trying to think of a plan. The other girl continued to speak, her words seeming to fade as she went along.

"Vůle tebe zabˇt mne?"

"I can't understand you," the black-haired girl tried to tell her, but it didn't seem to make a difference. "Ona vůle ne chránit tebe."

Xoey stood up and started to walk away, but once again the girl seemed to keep up with her, remaining too far away to be clearly seen, but close enough to keep talking to her. "Zena vůle ne chránit tebe."

Xoey started to get aggravated. "Stop following me!" she yelled, but the girl kept on. "Pandemonium panování."

"I CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU NOW STOP FOLLOWING ME!" she screamed, closing her eyes in rage. When she opened them, she found herself lying on a desk in some strange house, with the chest-weight, the hag, and the redhead around her. She glared at them, so that in case she'd happened to scream that at them she'd look less crazy.

She wasn't very good at not being crazy, though.

Andrew slowly opened his eyes, sitting up. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was Atticus falling over, and then giant breasts tieing him up. He suddenly felt very justified in never liking breasts. They were clearly beings of pure evil, sent to destroy man. He was in some kind of cell, except instead of bars there were neat plastic doors with little holes for ventilation, like Magneto's holding cell.

He looked up at Atticus, who was clearly insane. Hm. This whole thing seemed strangely familiar, like he heard it before. He snapped his fingers. "Spike's chip!" Wait, did that mean he had a chip in his head too? His skull did feel a little funny, but that might of been from any number of things. He turned his attention back to Atticus. "Are you OK?"

Buffy had been about to roll the girl over to check the extent of the head wound, when she suddenly began screaming, then woke up and glared up at Buffy, Willow and Phoenix.

"Hey... it's ok, you're ok here. You're safe. I just need to -" she leaned in with a handkerchief "-wipe your head here cuz you're bleeding-" Buffy pressed it onto the back of the little Slayer's nape "-all over the place."

She looked at Willow, motioning for her to close the door to the den.

Xoey pressed the handkerchief into place, standing up off the desk. "Where exactly is "the place?" She looked around the room, then cast a pointed glance at the witch from before. "And who exactly are you guys?"

Freaks, she already knew. This was what she got for co-opting a nest, though. A head wound and a kidnapping.

Xoey just stared at Buffy like she'd taken a heavy dosage of crazy pills, but she did sit down, as standing made her feel woozy.
That hag was the one who had turned all the potentials? She had heard that the girl who had done that was a goddess. A good goddess, not making with the dark evil and zappy madness.
"Buffy, huh? So that would make you Faith?" she looked over at the redhead.

Xoey nodded. "Someone ate my breakfast." She glared at Phoenix. She thought she figured out how this mansion worked, though. Quite clearly, they were all lesbian vampire/demon hunters who lived together and probably had copious amounts of lesbian sex. They were all insane and overly-protective and each other, and wanted her to join them.

While she could think of worse fates, it wasn't how she wanted to spend the rest of her days, especially not with the hag and the b***h. After dinner, she'd be sure to split.

Buffy looked askance at Dawn. She wOndered why she kept wAndering around.
"Dawn, this is ... uh....yeah-" Buffy turned to the girl. "I'm wondering what your name is. Since I can't introduce you to my sister without it."