Dawn looked up with a yawn from the computer screen. She was doing her best to follow through most of Willow’s already bookmarked sites to find any information she could on the Mage and she’d sent out some posting under Willow’s name on the boards for new sightings but so far she’d found nothing.
“You can give it up Dawn.” Buffy glanced at her sister.
“I’m going to get some coffee. I can check in a bit to see if anything’s come back.” Dawn conceded stretching out her arms.
“You could also give up and rest.” Her sister smiled at her and put down the book she was looking at.
“No, we need to know what this mage guy is so that we you can kill him and get Xander back.” Dawn shook her head.
“If Giles hadn’t taken his books with him I could find you a page on Maladic.” Anya pouted from her place on the couch.
“I’m sorry that I’m not more useful but I’ve never heard of him.” Madalene apologize as she looked up from her assigned book.
“Its ok.” Buffy looked over to the spellcaster. “You’re new to the research set up.” She tried to make the other woman feel better, especially now as it was obvious that she wasn’t the big bad.
“I wish he wasn’t on the plane, we need to talk to him.” Dawn pouted looking up at the clock.
“He’ll be here soon.” Buffy encouraged the small group.
“This is so typical of Xander!” Anya suddenly stopped looking at the book on her lap. She stood up and threw the tome onto the chair beside her. “Its so selfish of him to go and get kidnapped.” The scowl on her face was deep but it didn’t hide the look of fear and worry that was etched into her features behind the mask.
“I’m sure he didn’t mean it Anya, he was just trying to do the right thing.” Dawn spoke up softly for him.
“Well it’s just so inconsiderate of him!” And with those words the vengeance demon suddenly burst into tears and ran off to the cellar door the sound of her high-heeled shoes echoed on the steps as she went down.
“I’ll go... mmmmm... talk to her.” Dawn waited until no one else volunteered before she went after the demon.
“No wait Dawn.” Buffy stood up as her sister reached the basement door. “I’ll go.”
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Xander blinked a little unaccustomed to the bright room as the blindfold was removed from his eyes. As his vision adjusted it was easy to see he was in some sort of warehouse, the tall dirty walls of the bare room ravaged by misuse. His single wooden chair sat in the centre with a stark bight bulb hanging over his head a few feet up. He heard the scuffle of shoes as whoever took the blindfold off moved backwards from him. For a moment he contemplated that he was asleep, having drifted off watching the Godfather or some other movie with gangsters in it but then he remembered being surrounded on Main Street, this was not a dream.
A figure dressed in a dark velvet floor length hooded cloak slowly paced the bare floorboards some three metres away from where Xander was sat. The ‘minion’ who had removed the blindfold scooted back and stood close to a tall dark structure that almost resembled a small totem pole. The totem appeared to be crafted out of ebony or some equally dark wood. The surface itself seemed tortured in its growth and carving with the symbols and lines upon it almost unrecognisable from this distance.
“Hey, interesting invitation.” Xander offered the first words nervously.
“It has to be said you do not have the look of a mage.” A low rumbling voice came from somewhere within the hood.
“A mage?” Xander’s eyebrow went up as a very deep sink entered his stomach. “Oh I’m a carpenter.”
To the side of the figure two more minions joined the one stood by the large pole and began arranging candles around the base of it.
“I find it amusing that you choose to take on a base role among these parasites.” The figure addressed Xander again.
“Well you know the base is important too.” Xander forced himself to smile briefly.
“Why is it that a warlock of your power relies so heavily on jokes and flawed attempts at humour in an attempt to be accepted?”
As the hooded figure spoke Xander found himself in the greatest dilemma as he bit his tongue. Obviously whoever this was had gotten the wrong information and somehow thought that he, the Xanman was a warlock. The problem was if he told them he wasn’t what were they going to do with him?
“Before we move down to business I have a question for you warlock.” The figure stopped pacing.
“Shoot.” Xander sat up straighter trying to by time.
“How did it feel, to better the witch?” The voice changed to be filled with enthusiasm and energy. “How did it feel to watch her wield her power and then make her fall to her knees?”
“Look here Mr. Funny cloak dude, this witch is my best friend and don’t be thinking I’m going to let you just waltz around Sunnydale and hurt her.” He stood up and pointed.
“You’re friend?” The figure’s voice turned to puzzled wonder. “Perhaps I do not understand your language. Do you mean she is now your servant? Do not fear, I do not want to take your minions from you.” He scoffed and shook his head beneath the hood.
“My minions are going to really be unhappy when they find out I’m missing.” Xander hated using the word but maybe it would get his point across more. “So why don’t I just say goodnight and you go away now?”
“You know you are more amusing when you do not try to be.” The figure laughed loudly.
“What do you want?” Xander finally questioned directly.
“Well I’m afraid, I can’t have you around.” The figure actually sounded remorseful. “You see I have heard of your power. How you defeated the Black One and no matter how in awe of you I find myself. I’m afraid I cannot let you continue.”
“The Black One? Willow rated as the Black One?” For some reason the phrasing made Xander’s blood run cold with worry for his best friend. Just how close had he come to losing her that day?
“My Staff will embrace your power and keep it forever. Though be assured your conquests too will be remembered for eternity.” The figure looked at Xander when realised the young man had spoken. “The Black one. She who stained the very sky with her wrath.” The figure confirmed. “I would have liked the honour of presenting her power to the staff in offering but it was not to be.”
“Wow.” Xander sat back down rubbing his head not really listening to much of what was being said other than Willow was world witchy famous in the evil circles. “But come on she didn’t stain the sky she just sorta.... well she just almost blew up the world. Heavy emphasis on the almost.”
“Again I am lost in your use of language and awed a new. By now lesser mages have been withering and pleading me for mercy.” The figure was obviously impressed.
“Now you’re confusing me. Why would I be afraid?” Xander stood up and to the horror of the minions walked right up and put his hand on the ebony totem. “A big carved bit of wood, buddy you should get yourself a belt sander and ease out some of the cracks in this thing.” He appraised it and accidentally kicked over a candle. “Sorry.” He reached down without thinking and righted it.
“What?” The air rushed out of the figure’s lungs in a surprised gasp. “What trickery is this?” He demanded the tone changing completely into one of rage.
“Look I can relight it.” Xander tipped the wick near one of the others to light the candle anew. “And I didn’t mean to insult your big piece of wood, you know I bet it’s an antique you should bring it to the road show and get it appraised.”
“Hold him!” The figure barked at his minions.
Two ran forward pushing Xander forward and grabbed his wrists. Following another silent command they forced him back to place his palms flat against the wood.
For a moment Xander considered fighting but that his captors had dark black eyes made him think maybe biding his time was best again for a bit. Besides Buffy would have noticed he was MIA by now, oh yeah the Slayer was on her way, everything would be fine.
From deep within the hood dark eyes lit to glow out at Xander for a long moment before blinking closed and then turning away.
“The Black One will pay for this trickery.” He seethed in a low hiss.
‘WILLOW!’ Xander screamed in his own head as if somehow he could warn his friend’s what was coming.
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