Seven hours to go. Seven hours until sundown. The time had passed relatively quickly for all. Spike and Drusilla were preparing for the ritual, while Buffy was preparing for the battle to come. In just seven hours, an event that might change them all forever was due to occur.
Angel was awakened from his uncomfortable sleep by a kick to the ribs. He saw Drusilla standing over him. She was wearing her true face instead of the lovely one she had when she was mortal.
Josh walked down the halls of his high school. He was in the twelth grade, a very good looking guy. He was in R.O.T.C. as his school, so he met plenty of people.