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[Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]

It would be only a short time before people came barging into the library. The ones he knew and the students alike. Something would be afoot and they would talk, joke, and plan. Wesley would pace around and speak when a question came up about a demon. They would keep talking, maybe throw in a joke about him being a ghost. He was used to it by now. He would always scoff in a very English way and pace a little more. That was nothing.

This was something. Wesley stared at the open book left after the library had closed last night. He read the page and of course the sentence continued onto the next page. There was a problem. He couldn't turn it. Try as he might there was nothing he could do. He tried slapping the book as if that would be a way to help him. That wouldn't have worked even if he could come into contact with it. "Dammit!" He cursed, kicking at the table that held it up. He fell multiple times as his foot tumbled right through the wood.

Wesley was on the verge of crying as he tried to do a simple thing as turn the book page, but the doors finally opened and he forced a wide smile on his face as if he did nothing but sit on the chair. That always baffled him. He could sit, but he couldn't move anything. There was no time to think about that now. People were rushing by and a few trouble makers ran right through him and he could hear them snickering behind. "Wankers..." He mumbled, waiting for someone he knew to start the day.

[Illyria]

Illyria spent most of her time patrolling around the building and making sure nothing suspicious was happening. On occasion she would stop and see how a plant was doing or maybe even talk to some of the detested humans that quivered in the very sight of her. She could smell the fear pouring off those who had heard stories of her greatness. She liked that thought. It made her feel important.

She would often try and follow around Wesley's ghost as well. For some reason he still existed on this plane and even Illyria wouldn't dare question his existence. She would never admit to wanting a human but wanting Wesley couldn't be the same thing as needing him. He was her teacher and her guide through this world that had betrayed her. She would never give up trying to rule the lowly earth but with her powers limited it would take some time. Plus, the hold Wesley had on her heart was disturbing.

"Wesley." She said as she entered the library, already knowing he was there. Ever since he'd become a ghost it had been even easier to feel him around the humans' school. It hurt to be around him since he still had emotions and she could still feel them surrounding him in a dark cloud. Normally, he reeked of frustration and this time it was no different.

"I will turn the pages of these books for you. I have nothing better to keep my time." She added the last part so he wouldn't feel guilty. She had to want to do something for him or else she wouldn't do it. She would not yield to anyone's wishes if they got in the way of her own but for now she needed these slayers.

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[Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]

Even to this day every time Wesley saw Illyria, he saw Fred staring back at him. The differences were clearly seen. The hatred in the eyes. The fact that they were blue as well. Everything was blue. Fred was never blue. If anything, she was as bright as the sun. This woman was nothing like the sun, but there he was, not feeling the urge to slap Illyria's soul out of Fred's body. One reason was the fact that he couldn't, but he grew to stand her now. No matter how hard he tried to think of the differences, he would always see her face. If someone asked him if he could have Illyria by him forever or Fred's dead body for five minutes, he would choose the latter in a heartbeat. His heart wouldn't have to break every day and every moment Illyria was around.

She walked into the library and his eyes followed her, knowing she was going to approach him. She was oddly like a puppy and he didn't want to be followed by it. Illyria finally stepped in front of him as students now avoided walking through Wesley at all costs. He slowly sat in the chair in front of the open book and shook his head. "There must be something better for you to do than just turn pages for me in silence." This was an odd love-hate relationship.

[Mackayla Aurora Sheridan]

Mack needed to escape the drama of the main lobby, too many slayers bustling about asking questions about the pregnant chick who passed out on the stoop.

The library seemed to be the only room where she would be able to think and she managed to slip away safely. Her brown eyes scanned the room for other occupants only to see a ghost and a blue something or other. Her arms flew up in frustration. Weren't slayers supposed to fight all the things that go bump in the night? Or did they make exception at their leisure?

Mackayla crossed her arms and huffed lightly debating whether or not she should cause a little trouble in the ranks. God knew she could use a little pain tonight. She pressed back making a show of accidentally bumping Illyria and making eye contact with Wesley as she passed. "Oops sorry," she mumbled out insincerely.

A smirk appeared firmly on Mack's face as she stood her back to the two for a moment before moving and pulling out a random book. Her eyes scanned the first page of the book before she closed it and put it back waiting for a reaction from either of the two. Maybe a light bump and a glance wouldn't be enough if not what ever.

Her mind and body turned numb as she pulled out another book. This time actually reading the first page with mild interest. No one had really explained what a slayer was for her yet, just that she was one, which is why she had all the questions regarding what they did and did not do. This book seemed to have the answers.

Moving to a more comfortable spot to sit down she propped her self up against the wall cross legged. ' Into every generation A slayer is born and she alone would fight the demons... yadda yadda yadda.' Okay get that but then how did one become 100 or more? No one had explained that to her yet either.

Continuing her reading she came to the conclusion that perhaps a watcher might be helpful at this point. However with the transition of one to many. How could she possibly hope that there would be enough to go round.

[Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]

Wesley noted the girl coming their way and saw that she was aiming to hit Illyria. She muttered a insincere apology and went on her way, giving him a glance as she passed. He turned his head and watched her sit down, raising a very English eyebrow before turning back to Illyria. God only knew if she was going to punch the girl's face in. It was like her to throw someone around the room that defied her power. Spike wasn't there to satisfy her urge for pain so she might take it out on the girl who bumped her.

Turning his head back to the girl after locking an awkward eye with Illyria, he opened his mouth to speak. "You might want to watch out. There might be a particularly high chance that you'll get a few bruises or a broken neck." Wesley just wanted to warn her before it happened. Give the girl a fair shot to defend herself, but if Illyria did nothing then this student slayer would have nothing to worry about. It wasn't like he could smack her in the back of the head anyway.

[Mackayla Aurora Sheridan]

Mackayla didn't acknowledge Wes's warning at first her eyes glued to the text in front of her debating internally if she wanted to give up her 'I dint give a fuck' attitude. Minutes later her brown eyes looked over the brim of the book a non-committal emotion gracing her features. "I'm sure I'll live," She muttered sarcastically before looking back down to her book.

Mack's eyes skimmed the pages of the text in her hand with fascination. Everything put to paper there confirmed her feelings. Demons and Slayers were not supposed to cooperate, slayers were supposed to kick some major demon ass. So why was it she was here under the same roof with the smurf and two vampires?

It didn't make sense how at ease everyone seemed to be with the situation. Hell even the ghost was socializing with a demon. She wanted to scream but even she was not so rude as to do so in a library.

"How is it demons and slayers get along so well in here? I mean Slayers are supposed to fight them and get killed by them right?" She mumbled to herself not expecting an answer. The world was black and white gray meant clouds and the absences of sense sort of.

Mack stood up and was ready to leave only then realizing that Illyeria blocked her way to the door. Suddenly she didn't feel much like a fight. 'Great hind sight Sheridan' She thought to herself before trying to find an escape route that wouldn't get her killed.

[Lian Xi-Chan]

Lian feeling a bit closterphobic in a room full of people backed up from the main lobby finding her way into what she assumed was a library. She scanned the room viewing three other people in the room and she moved to see if perhaps the smaller group would be more helpful and less intimidating. Upon closer inspection she realized one of them appeared to be a demon which did not concern her as long as her scroll remained safe.

Lian put what she hoped was a friendly smile on her face even though she was a bit frightened maybe she'd wandered into the wrong place. "Excuse me, I need some in-fer- maton," She asked in a clear voice though her accent made it a bit difficult to understand her.

Brown eyes moved from Illyria to Wesley since the other occupant of the room was a bit away from them. "I was told the Slayers live here correct?"

Lian's hand never removed itself from the holster at her side as she waited for an answer. Her head bowed lightly feeling like perhaps she shoudn't have ventured out of the main lobby with out permission.

[Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]

Wesley eyed the girl looking at books and ignored her question. It was ridiculous. She needed to learn why some demons were good and could be trusted. He was not the teacher so she needed to just learn that on her own. If she attacked any of the demons living here, she would be booted out quite fast. He was reminded of the last time he encountered Gunn's little gang. They killed any demon that moved. What was it called? Racist? Spiciest? He had no idea with demons. They weren't human and they weren't animals either.

A new distraction from the other girl arrived and asked a question he could answer happily. Smirking, his eyes squinting slightly with wrinkles lining the ends, he turned to her. "Yes. They do. Are you a Slayer?" He asked, suddenly noting the holster and stepping back a bit, the smile fading slightly. He knew he couldn't get hurt, but it was a precaution. It wasn't like he had any of his guns to intimidate her with either. He was going to be the intimidated.

The rude brunette seemed to want to leave, but was blocked by Illyria. She blue haired woman/demon seemed to be looking her over as she did with everyone when she first met them or found something intriguing. Wesley smirked to himself, knowing he had warned the girl. He was only worried if she did take a swing at Illyria. He would have no way of pushing her back. All it took was a few words to let Illyria know that she should not hurt the Slayer student, but he didn't think words would be enough for the other.

[Lian Xi-Chan]

Lian's eyes moved again to Wesley as she lifted her head slightly. She briefly took her hand from the scroll. "No I am not a Slayer, just need to speak with one," She tried to make her English as clear as possible. She noted the fact that he moved back wards and his eyes were slightly focused on her scroll.

"This is not a weapon, it is the reason I come here," Lian took a deep breath debating whether or not to trust the ghost in front of her with what she held. Thinking it would do no harm since he was not a demon who sought the maps end it would be safe. She pulled the scroll from its holster and unraveled it. "See no weapon, scroll... map," She whispered allowing him to see but slightly blocking its view from the others in the room.

"I need Slayers to help protect, so I don't need to kill," Lian felt at ease around the ghostly form. Her hand moved over the scrolls text and she read it silently. It felt strange to actually have her coveted secret out in the open, she barely noticed the other young girl escaping the sanctity of the library.

Her eyes turned upward to see that it wasn't only her attention fixed on the map but at least one other set of eyes was fixated there. She realized that she was probably being rude by not introducing herself and she flushed lightly. "My name is Lian Xi-Chan, I did not mean to be rude in not introducing myself earlier," She spoke facing Wesley then turning a slight bow toward Illyria.

[Wesley Wyndam-Pryce]

Wesley made up for his retreat by taking another step toward her, now quite interested knowing it was no weapon when she unsheathed it. "A scroll?" He asked, wanting to take a closer look to see if he could translate the script. "Map?" He continued, taking another curious step toward her. She began to speak and he was confused at what she was saying. It wasn't something he had heard before. Some sort of ancient text. She could be one of the only ones who knew how to speak it, but why did she not understand it? He wanted to reach out and look, but his hand would've slid right through the ancient scroll. "Wait. You need a Slayer to protect this? Who is after it?" He asked, looking back to the girl instead of being enthralled with the paper.

"Oh." He looked around, forgetting the other people around for a brief moment. New things always attracted him. He looked at Illyria, who was now the center of this circle before speaking his name to Lian, his eyes still watching Illyria for her actions. "I'm Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. This is Illyria." He pointed to her and then looked to the other girl whom he did not know. "And this is no one to be concerned with now, I imagine."

[Lian Xi-Chan]

Lian turned back away from Illyria and back to Wesley as he spoke. "It is a pleasure ... Wesley," She spike with a smile trying to stick as much to English as she could. Her brown eyes sparkled lightly as she listened to his questions regarding the scroll in front of the.

"Map to Shangri-La ... Paradise but more to it than that," Lian started then had to think more carefully on how to describe it. "A garden with much beauty but also much evil." Her eyes turned downward in solace for all that were lost protecting the map. "The map has been in my family forever, the language very old... but I can read," She tried to explain it.

Lian pressed the scroll closer to where Wesley was standing so he could take a better look. Obviously he wouldn’t be able to read the words but perhaps his curiosity may help her explain to the others exactly what the urgency in protecting it was. "Every woman in my family died to keep it safe, I don’t want to join them," She whispered finally that part coming out in perfect English. Pain she supposed translated into any language.

The Asian woman tried to gage her new acquaintance’s reaction to her forth coming about the true nature behind the map of riddles in front of them. It wouldn’t make sense to write a map that would be easily translated if the protector could be persuaded to give away its secrets to a demon in exchange for life or something more frivolous like wealth. She’d read the thing over a hundred times and couldn’t make heads or tails of the true location and wondered if any demon would have brains enough to find the place even if she were to scream the thing from the rooftops.

Probably not but Lian wasn’t willing to risk the world’s safety for her own happiness no matter how much her heart yearned for it. Though maybe now that she would be surrounded by people closer to her own age she could hope to have some semblance of a ‘normal’ life. A chuckle nearly escaped her lips at that. Normal? There was no such thing, she had learned that long ago. Even those who visited the temples from all over who seemed normal all had their quirks that made them special. Yes special would be the word she’d use for her life. The smile was back on her face now.

[Illyria]

The truth was that there was nothing better for her to do. Everyone was awake so she did not need to patrol the premises for any people that were up to no good. She didn't want to talk to anymore plants because they were all to depressed in this place. It was like nobody chose to water them. She took care of them and in turn they sang for her. She had lost the ability when Wesley had taken her powers but for some reason it had returned to her. She also felt stronger each and every day. The girl bumping into her distracted her from her answer to the scruffy ghost. She apologized but Illyria could feel she didn't mean it.

"Vermin." She muttered under her breath and didn't acknowledge the girl further. She didn't need a girl to pretend like she cared about what Illyria thought. The truth was, Illyria thought she could rip off the pretty little specimen's arm and see how it worked but she didn't. If she hurt one of the girls, she would be sent out or worse, ambushed. She couldn't afford to lose control like that. So instead she waited for her time to come when she would destroy every slayer and tear them limb from limb.

Illyria could sense the woman wanted through so she intentionally blocked her. She would have to try to pass her and she knew that there was a fear in the girl that she hadn't sensed before. That was good because she wanted them to fear her. She wasn't sure if they knew that she was getting her powers back. She didn't know how it was happening but she knew that she could use it to rule the world once again, with Wesley at her side, she could do anything.

"You bore me." She said to all of them. She flipped Wesley's page and left them to their petty discussions. She didn't need to be near Wesley to know where he was. She could feel him in every bone of her body and she would find him when the time was right. She would figure out a way to make him whole again, and then they could be together once more.