NOTE; This story takes place in an alternate Buffyverse, a few years into the future. Faith has remained with the good guys and is Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now at college and Willow and Tara are still together. Spike is still evil and some of Buffy's past adversaries are not as dead as she thought.
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Willow was frustrated. Every spell she could think of had failed to find Spike. Someone must be blocking the magic, someone powerful. Between them, she and Tara had exhausted most scrying spells, all to no avail. Nothing was working. Time to try a different perspective. Yes! That would work!
"Tara, honey, pass me that peacock feather would you?"
Tara uncrossed her legs, got up and fetched the feather from the bedside table. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she gave it to Willow, remembering what the redhead had done with it the last time she asked for it. Willow smiled up at her as she took the feather, allowing her fingers to brush lingeringly against those of her girlfriend. Tara stepped back out of the circle they had drawn in red sand and sat down again.
"Do you have an idea what you want to try now?" Tara never stammered when she was alone with Willow, her shyness was gone.
A wicked grin split Willow's face. "Well, I know what I'd LIKE to try now...."
Tara blushed, "Vixen!". As she said it, she gave a slow smile. Rarely did Tara smile, but when she did, she was so beautiful that the whole room seemed to brighten. It was like the sun slowly appearing from behind the clouds. Willow looked at her wonderful soul-mate and felt her heart brim full with love.
"I just suddenly thought to myself, that I wished magic was as simple as computing. With computers, if I tried to hack something and was blocked, I would just look for a backdoor. That's when I got the idea for this. If we can't search for Spike, let's try another route. We know he must be using the summoning and binding ritual, right?" Tara nodded. "Well, that uses a lot of power and we may be able to trace the ritual, not the person."
Suddenly Tara understood. "Of course! And you're going to use the Third Eye of Cadria!"
"Darn tootin'!" the wiccan replied with a little nod. Willow closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing. "Blind Cadria, Desolate Queen, grant me your sight beyond sight. With the Inner Eye of Eternity and the channels of all life, grant me your power to see!" Willow raised the peacock feather to her face, so that the eye design pressed firmly against her forehead.
With a tingling surge, Willow's mind took flight. She could see the world about her, although it was surrounded by a shimmering white light. With a quick glance down at Tara and her own body, Willow turned her attention to the flow and swirl of magic. As she did, she saw dazzling purple waves of light begin to appear. Tara was surrounded by an aura that stretched about six inches away from her skin. It puzzled Willow to see that her own magical aura leapt to nearly two and a half foot from hers. What did that mean? Suddenly, she felt a tug and her mind soared up through the ceiling and high above Sunnydale. From up here, she could see the ley lines of mystical energy criss-crossing the town. Purple light burst and spilled from places all over the neighbourhood. Magic may be a rare thing, but this was near the hellmouth, after all. With the thought of that place, she spun herself and looked towards the ruins of her old school. She gasped at the sight of dozens of large bolts of energy sparking and colliding as they struck the ground where the old library used to be. The amount of magic around that place was enormous.
It wasn't the energy she was looking for though, so she chided herself for her distraction. Renewing her focus, she concentrated on the summoning and binding ritual. All the other beams of light faded, to leave just one large current, sparking across the sky towards the hillsides. With a mere thought, Willow flew alongside the mystic energy and chased it to where it plunged into the ground by the old sanitorium. Hardly pausing, Willow followed it down through the earth. For a brief moment, all she could see was rock, then she emerged through the roof of the basement.
She gasped at what she saw. The purple, crackling energy was flowing down into Spike, who was chanting from a book. It seemed to focus itself in his body and then emerge in a straight beam from a sigil on his chest, to strike a little glass figurine on an altar, and then streak over to The Corrupter. The Corrupter was already here! Willow choked back the panic at seeing the Elder Demon and looked around. There, on either side of Spike, Buffy and Faith were naked and chained, helplessly, to wooden tables. Over to one side of the room, Anya was knelt besides an unconscious Xander. Nearby, a large werewolf crouched, looking ready to pounce on the nearest person.
"Oh No!" she gasped as she saw who else was in the chamber. Surrounded by her minions, Glory sat on a chair, watching Spike. With a quick shake of her head and a blink, Willow broke the spell and returned to her body. Tara was shocked to see the panic on her girlfriend's face as she lowered the feather.
"We're in BIG trouble!"
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With a giggle to himself, Giles slowly pushed open the door to Dawn's room. As he stepped inside, he could see her lying on her belly on the bed, scribbling in her diary. Her knees were bent and her feet waved in the air, wiggling and absently stroking each other. She wore a red silk nightshirt that barely covered the small swell of her buttocks. These undulated as she waved her feet about. The light glistened and shone on the red silk as the firm little mounds gave tiny rolls.
Giles licked his lips. Dawn stopped writing and seemed to ponder what to put next. She lifted the pen to her mouth and lightly tapped its end against her teeth. Then, her soft, red lips closed around it in a little pout and she sucked at the biro.
Giles gave a low groan of desire. Dawn's head spun in shock to look towards the doorway. Relief flooded through her when she saw it was only Giles. She smiled and tapped the end of her pen on the pages of her diary.
"Hi, Giles. I was just entering today into "The Chronicles", you know?" She looked down at the pages of the little book. "Boy, do I have alot to say! That ritual to speak to Ko-lan was intense!"
Giles partly closed his eyes as he brought the memory of Dawn's nakedness to mind. The way her small breast had gleamed, as Tara had rubbed his cum into it, was heavenly. How he longed to feel her flesh for himself. He moved to sit beside her on the bed. "Yes, it was very......intense."
Gently, he snagged some of her long, brown hair and hooked it behind her ear. She tilted her head and looked at him with a tiny, uncertain smile. "Y..you okay Giles?"
"Fine." He gazed into those beautiful eyes.
"Is Buffy back yet?"
