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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s

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Road Trip

Buffy, Angel, and Micaela were approaching the door when they heard the sounds of a struggle outside.

“God, what now?” Buffy asked.

The door tore off its hinges as two acolytes slammed against it. They fell to the floor, one dead, one

nearly so. Framed in the open door, in the moonlight streaming in from outside, Buffy saw three Sons of

Entropy attacking the tall, lithe, familiar figure of Spike. He’d grown his white-blond hair out a bit, but

there was no mistaking him.

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“Look, boys, I’m here for the Spear, and I mean to have it,” he said, sounding entirely reasonable, just

before he snapped one acolyte’s neck.

Yep,Buffy thought.Same old Spike .

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Angel said, his voice raspy and dangerous.

Spike looked up, blinked in surprise, then laughed as he crushed the face of another acolyte beneath his

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“Well, isn’t this lovely,” he said, “it’s a bloody reunion. Not that it doesn’t give me grand spasms of

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Road Trip

Acknowledgments

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter16

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Chapter 17

Chapter 18

About the Authors

This one is for Lisa Clancy and Caroline Kallas, who make it all possible

—C.G. and N.H.

Acknowledgments

Our deepest thanks to Joss Whedon, the cast and crew ofBuffy, and to assistant editor Liz Shiflett.

Chris would also like to thank his agent, Lori Perkins, and his wife, Connie. Nancy would like to thank

her agent, Howard Morhaim, his assistant, Lindsay Sagnette; her husband, Wayne, and the Babysitter

Battalion: Bekah and Julie Simpson, Ida Khabazian, and Lara and April Koljonen. Also, Stinne Lighthart

and Leslie Jones.

Prologue

THE GHOST ROADS.

A place of madness.

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A limbo, a vacuum of nothingness: no sound, not even Buffy’s gasps of shock, no light, just a dull gray

that formed no boundary, met no horizon. No heat, no cold. Simply . . . nothing.

Oz and Angel had tried to prepare her for the terror of the experience, but Buffy Summers, the Chosen

One, knew now that there was no way to prepare. By instinct and by training, vampire slayers fought

against —against a target, an enemy. While every cell in her body screamed at her to defend herself,

there was no enemy to focus on. And yet she sensed overwhelming danger.

Fists clenched, she took a breath and calmed herself. She released the tension from her body, dangling

her arms at her sides. As contrary as it was to everything she knew, the only way to conquer this place

was to do nothing. The only defense was passivity. She had to find a way to accept the lack of form and

structure, the storm-colored, endless gray, and know that it was . . . what it was.

It was the ghost roads.

As soon as Buffy had the thought, she felt solid ground beneath her boots. Everything snapped into focus

and she heard a strangeshushing sound. She blinked and saw Oz and Angel standing beside her in their

travel clothes—Angel in black jeans, a black turtleneck, and a duster, with a duffel bag slung over one

shoulder; Oz in a flamingo-pink bowling shirt, jeans, and a denim jacket, with a canvas backpack— both

of them looking at her with deep concern.

The sight of Angel’s dark, deep-set eyes was like a steadying rock as he put his hand on her shoulder

and said softly, “Buffy, are you okay? Are you with us?”

Awkwardly she moved her head, feeling something like a puppet minus vital strings. “That’d be a yes,”

she said uncertainly. “Unless you’re figments of my imagination.”

Both Angel and Oz visibly relaxed. She wondered how she had appeared to them during the time she

hadn’t been able to see them. They had both traveled the ghost roads before, and it made sense that they

would be able to adjust to it faster than she. Oz had been the first, going to Sunnydale to retrieve Angel

when they needed him for the Ritual of Endowment at the Gatehouse. When he and Angel had returned

to the house together, Angel’s face was smeared with bloody tears, shed for someone here, someone

who walked the ghost roads.

Buffy wasn’t sure who she herself might see.

Then she snapped her gaze left, right, and tensed. An aura of menace wrapped around her, stealing in

like a coastal summer fog. It caressed her cheek and touched her heart. It chilled her to the core, and she

shivered.

“Something’s here with us.” She assumed a fighter’s stance. “Something evil.”

Oz said, “I gave this part a lot of thought. I think it’s the shadow of death.” He cocked his head at Buffy

and put his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket. “Interesting. When the shadow crossed my path, I

wanted to wander off the road and go to sleep. Give in. Seemed peaceful. To you, it’s dangerous. You

want to fight it.”

Because she is a Slayer,came a voice.As I was.

All around Buffy, the gray dissolved into a blinding white flash. The road beneath her feet crumbled into

dust, white and searing through her boots. She covered her eyes, blinking, as crimson glowed on her

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retinas. She remembered Angel’s tears of blood and wondered, briefly, if they had been tears at all.

Slowly she opened her eyes, squinting through the afterburn.

Before her stood a barefoot girl about her age, in a long white robe knotted at each shoulder. It was

covered with dried blood. The girl was chalk white, her eyes almost black, and her deep red hair

tumbled over her shoulders like a waterfall.

She stood alone against a field of black, her outline quite distinct. Buffy had the feeling that if she reached

out her hand to the girl, she would touch solid flesh. But there was a strange quality about her, something

ethereal, otherworldly. Something that spoke of a land of ghosts.

She raised a hand and extended it toward Buffy.Slayer, know me. I am of your house.

“Then you must be one of the Southern Summers,” Buffy retorted. “Our side of the family tends toward

blonds.” She cleared her throat and asked, far more seriously, “Why are you here?”

I was a Vampire Slayer, like you.

Though the girl’s lips moved, it was as if a thousand people were speaking. Buffy glanced around and

saw brief, blurred images of faces and bodies. People. Some stared at her, some averted their gazes.

Many wept. Others were whispering, laughing, almost crazily.

When those faded, others took their place. There was a vast multitude of them. The dead who still

wandered, seeking journey’s end. Blurring and fading, like a great creature breathing. Like hopes rising

and ebbing.

Angel stiffened, took her hand, and squeezed hard. Buffy searched the crowd to see what he saw. The

only face that remained distinct for her was the dead girl’s.

Buffy glanced at Oz, who in turn looked back at her. He said softly, “What do you see? Who are you

talking to?”

“What doyou see?” she asked.

He shrugged. “No one I know.” Then he lowered his voice and added, “But the last time I was here, I

saw Kendra.”

Buffy frowned. Was this where dead Slayers ended up? After all the struggle and the relentless fighting,

the nothing world of the ghost roads was what lay ahead?

“Why are you here?” Buffy asked the girl again.

The girl raised her chin as tears welled in her eyes. But she wasn’t sad; by the set of her jaw and the

pulsing vein in her neck, Buffy realized she was seething with anger.

I was careless. There was a lad I liked. I thought hewas just a stable boy, a nothing. He betrayed

me toFulcanelli and his devils.She raised her chin as the voices emanating from her mouth whispered

and echoed the name, Fulcanelli.He was one of them.

“Fulcanelli,” Buffy said slowly.

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“The Sons of Entropy. He founded them, acted as their first leader,” Angel supplied. “Giles read about

them in the Gatekeeper’s grandfather’s diary. The first Gatekeeper, Richard Regnier, was a rival of

Fulcanelli’s in the court of the French king, Francis I. Fulcanelli engineered Richard’s fall from favor, and

they hunted each other all over Europe.” He looked curiously at Buffy. “What’s going on? What do you

see?”

So she and she alone could see the dead Slayer. That creeped Buffy. What was the reason each of them

saw different dead people?

“What’s your name?” Buffy asked.

Maria Regina served me in my lifetime.

“I’m looking at Maria Regina,” Buffy told Angel. “Fulcanelli killed her.” She looked at the dried blood.

“With a gun, I’m guessing.”

A knife. I was murdered in the year of Our Lord1539.

And she had been here ever since? Buffy shuddered. Four hundred sixty years of wandering the ghost

roads but never reaching a destination, not heaven, not hell. Just nothing. Sonot what she wanted in an

afterlife.

I was called. To warn you, Slayer.

“By the Gatekeeper?” Buffy asked.

I know not.She shrugged in the exact way Buffy shrugged. That distinctive Buffy gesture was something

Xander had pointed out to Buffy just the other day, so now she noticed it.

“Warn me about what?”

Death walks these roads with you. It would be betterfor you to turn back.

Buffy scowled at her. “And you call yourself a Slayer?”

I was killed.

Buffy huffed and gave a short little laugh. “Well, I don’t intend to get killed.”

Then turn back.

“Angel,” Buffy said, “do you know how to change the channel?”

But his attention was elsewhere. He was staring in the distance, his eyes lidded, a strained expression on

his face. In his black duster and turtleneck, he reminded her of a sailor longing for the sight of land.

“Angel, what is it?” she asked quietly.

He shook his head. “Nothing. I thought I saw someone.” He returned her intense gaze. “But I didn’t.”

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“Jenny,” she said slowly.

He looked away. “Yes.”

He was tormented by the memory of her death, which was exactly the way Jenny Calendar’s Gypsy

clan, the Kalderash, wanted it. When, as the evil vampire Angelus, he had killed a beautiful Kalderash

Gypsy girl, the Gypsy shaman restored Angelus’s soul to him, along with the knowledge of every foul act,

every drop of blood that stained his hands. Then he was Angel, the only vampire to possess a soul,

perpetually remorseful, finding no peace . . . until he lay in the arms of Buffy. There was love, happiness,

and bliss . . . the very things the Gypsies swore always to deny him. So his soul was ripped away once

more, until Jenny died trying to restore it one last time.

Buffy tenderly touched his cheek as sympathy and longing swept through her. They could never be

together in that way again, never express the love they still felt for each other. It was over. It had to be

over. There was no choice.

As there was no choice for Angel but to bitterly regret everything he had done and accept with as much

grace as he could manage everything that had been done to him.

He gritted, “It’s all right.”

Buffy slowly lowered her hand and turned back to Maria Regina, the dead Slayer.

But she was gone.

“Hello?” Buffy called.

Then Oz said, “Whoa.”

The space around Buffy, Angel, and Oz filled with wailing as the dead rushed toward them, arms

extended, hands open. In rows they came, wave after wave of indistinct bodies and faces, silver tears

coursing down their cheeks.

Help us. Show us the way out,they pleaded, crushing against each other in their anxiety to get close to

the three travelers.Free us.

“You hear that?” Oz asked, as the three backed away. “Intense.”

“Loud and clear,” Angel affirmed.

Oz looked at Buffy. “What do we do?”

Angel said softly, “Walk away. There’s nothing else we can do. Not today.”

Buffy bit her lower lip. Much as she hated to admit it, Angel was right. This was not their battle.

The wailing rose as the three turned their backs on the sorrowful dead.

Theshushing noise returned, like surf or . . .

“A car,” Buffy said. “Look. We made it.”

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She pointed to a distant night landscape, a boxy black car wound along a country road.

Angel said. “Welcome to England.”

Rupert Giles felt mortally sorry for Joyce Summers, who sat in an overstuffed chair opposite the couch in

the living room on a brilliant mid-afternoon in her home in Sunnydale, the sun splashing the walls like

egg-yellow paint. On the coffee table an astounding array of junk food, courtesy of one Xander Harris,

was being devoured by same, while Willow and Cordelia sipped their iced teas and nodded at every

word Xander said.

The Slayer’s mother was clearly terribly confused about what was going on and where her daughter was

at the moment. And Xander, unfortunately, was not helping.

“Okay, Mrs. S., one more time,” Xander said, leaning forward and spreading his fingers, as if he were

about to wade knee-deep into his explanation. “We went to this place called the Gatehouse. This old

guy—and we are talkingold, not just Giles-old—”

“He’s, like, a hundred and forty,” Cordelia piped up, “and he looks terrible. I mean, if you even tried a

chemical peel, all his skin would, like, peel off.” She made a face.

Xander looked exasperated as he turned to her. “Which is the point of a chemical peel, no?”

“Not down to your bones. Not a skull-peel. Eew.” Cordelia folded her arms. “And you should have

bought fat-free potato chips. There’s nothing on this table I can eat.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Joyce said, rising. “Let me see—”

“Please, Mrs. Summers. Joyce,” Giles said kindly. “We don’t need refreshment.” Which was not entirely

true, judging from the frowns the others gave his words. He himself had been so concerned about what

was happening that he had not been able to eat much since being released from hospital back in New

York.

He was also very worried about Micaela Tomasi, the beautiful young Watcher who had flirted with him

at the librarians’ convention, then revealed her identity to him while he was in hospital. She’d brought him

a volume of Sherlock Holmes and a huge bouquet of flowers.

Now she was missing, and presumed dead. Many Watchers were, these days. If she was dead, it was a

terrible pity. And for him, another loss to mourn.

Xander, Cordelia, and Giles had just returned, days late from their supposed “history competition” in

Boston. There would be hell to pay, elaborate explanations to be made, and, possibly, the necessity for

the Watcher of the current Slayer to find a new job. An unsettling prospect, to say the least. Sunnydale

was not exactly a bustling metropolis, and new employment such as would suit Giles’s requirements—

that it be solitary, and easily accessible for Buffy— would be difficult to find.

“Well, the Doritos are low-fat,” Xander offered. “And the cheese balls are little.”

Cordelia shot him a look. “Want to talk about little?”

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