Title: "Chaos Theory"
Author: EA Karras and Magnes
email: eakarras@hotmail.com, twisted_knickers@email.com
website: http://mountieslayer.tripod.com
Rating: R
Series: Mountie Slayer Arc 2. Comes after "Lesser Evil"
Notes: Two more to go. Then we hit Arc 3. Otherwise known as The Big
One. Woo!! 

-

Reflexively, Ray turned on the radio and glanced at Fraser sheepishly.
He was actually shocked when music started playing. He'd actually gotten
a station. The sounds of Led Zeppelin filled the car. "Ok. Tell me that's
not weird." 

"Maybe stray radio signa-" Fraser started.

Suddenly the song ended and a voice came on. "You're listening to Free
98.666, coming to you direct from the end of the world. I'm Joe D and
our call letters are WYRM, big shocker there, eh folks? In nomine vermis,
and all that crap. Word around is the reality bubble around the Windy
City's starting to pop. Can't say as I know it's true, but we'll keep
ya posted. I'm taking requests at 555-9897, so just sit back, relax and
watch the shit fly. And remember, watch out for the border patrol." 

Music filled the car again, and Ray pulled over.

Fraser watched him pull out his cell phone and curiously asked: "What're
you doing?" 

"Acting on a hunch."

***

Turnbull sat lotus style in front of Wyrm. He had no idea how long he
had been down here. Several hours at least. Maybe longer. Maybe days.
He had no sense of time. It was a strain to keep his eyes closed so long.

"You outside think this is all some sort of bad thing. That the world's
gone to ruin," Wyrm continued. "You are right, Son of Rachel. For most
of you, it has. And you are safe, by the way. You can open your eyes.
You won't look upon me." 

"What are you saying?" His voice was hoarse from the acrid smoke of brimstone.
When he opened his eyes, he was sitting on the floor of a Gothic chapel
with stained glass windows all around him. There was no door and the
windows showed scenes from the adventures he'd shared with the Knights
and the Slayers. The rose window was Wyrm himself. 

"I give them what they want. What they wish for. And bring them here."
Wyrm's tail hit one of the stained glass windows and Turnbull looked
over, squinting at the light pouring into the chapel. 

And gasped.

People.

Cars.

Life.

Dear God.

***

Tom lay in the hospital bed, trying to be as still as possible. Every
movement seemed to bring discomfort to every inch of his body. He felt
sick to his stomach. "James..." A cool hand touched his face. Thank god
for him, his love, his patience... 

"What is it? What's wrong?" Calhoun pressed his lips against Tom's forehead
gently. Clearly he was ready to do the least thing Tom wanted. This was
the third time he had been with Tom through his deliveries and each one
had been difficult, but Calhoun had never been more afraid than now.

Tom shook his head. "My back hurts. A lot. James..."

"Shh. I know..." James slipped his arm around Tom's back, helping him
sit up, then hefting him to his feet. The Moloch groaned in protest.
"Come on... The doctor said it would help. One foot in front of the other."

"I know how to walk!" Tom snapped, tightening his grip on James' shoulders.
He winced. "I'm sorry." 

"I know."

"Love you..."

"Love you too." He felt Tom stop walking. "What is it?"

"Dizzy." Tom stumbled. "Really dizzy..."

***

"You've reached Free 98 WYRM, can I take your request?"

"Where are you?" Ray demanded.

"Excuse me?"

"Where are you located?"

A pause. "This is a joke, right?"

"Humor me."

"We're at 23 West Dhole, building 3..."

Ray hung up. Ok. What the hell was that...?

He looked at Aja, then the book. "Frase?"

"Yes, Ray?"

"Take the book. Go across the road."

Fraser complied, looking confused. Ray turned the radio up. Static. He
motioned for Fraser to come closer. Slowly the music came back. 

"Oh dear."

Ray was concerned as well, but he tried to look on what he hoped was
the bright side. "Dis might be good, Frase. Think he meant it with that
border patrol?" 

Fraser ran a hand through his hair and smoothed an eyebrow. "I think
he did. The DJ, Joe, doesn't know we're here. Why would he make it up?"

"Well...Wyrm."

"Ray, right now, Wyrm may be the lesser of the evils. At least with him,
there was a balance of sorts." 

Ray rubbed his face, tired, holding the back of his neck. "Maybe I should
touch it again. The dead book thing. We might get some answers." 

"I'd rather your father try the cards first."

"Yeah, me too."

***

"What is this? Is this where Adolph sent Ray? Is this Hell?"

"Hell is not of my making, though I have power there. This is in the
book. This is of my making, at the behest of those that would call upon
me." 

"I don't understand." Turnbull climbed onto the window seat and jumped
to the grass below. He stood in a small garden on the chapel grounds.
Before him was a busy, sunny, populated city.  What Chicago should have
been, perhaps. 

"You will. For now, the Seer is in need."

"Wyrm!"  He looked back into the chapel. "You wanted Ray to kill Tom,
now you're helping him.  Why?" 

"I wanted Prince Kowalski to bend to my will. I have great need of him,
as does D'Hoffryn. A willing pawn is far more useful than an unwilling
one." 

"Will you explain?" begged the Seeker.

"In time. You may find me here, Son of Rachel. Now go to your ally. Here
is your guide." 

And Adolph, sitting immobile on the chapel like a gargoyle, swooped down
at Turnbull.

***

Tom was relieved that it was only hypertension. Hemorrhaging wasn't something
you wanted to do more than once. If even that. He felt James' clutch
his hand tighter and sighed. "I want to go home..." 

"I know..."

"Adam's probably worried sick."

"If he doesn't think we're dead...well, you, anyway. I can only be more
dead." Calhoun stroked Tom's brow gently. He wondered if the doctors
had lied to Tom. He looked bad. The pain was getting worse. 

"Aren't we optimis..." Suddenly Tom gaped, a sudden spasm of pain going
through his stomach. He felt the hand on his face again. The spasms got
worse, he was breathing hard. 

"Tom? What's wrong? Tom..."

"Talk to me. What are you going to name her?"

"Thomas. After you."

He tried not to laugh at the suggestion. "You can't name her that!" 

"Why the hell not?  Hey, Tom Cat, my mother wanted to name /me/ Florence
after her father." 

The notion of the prudest badass on the planet being named Florence was
almost too much for Grissom to bear and he struggled to laugh and control
the pain at the same time. 

"Some nineteenth century asshole decided it was a boy's name and my mother
bought into it." 

"What did your father want to name you?" whispered Tom.

Calhoun made a face. "Carnelian."

"What was wrong with your parents?" Tom almost wept.

"I think they didn't get enough vitamin B in their formative years. Father
Donovan saved me from their ideas of names." 

"So what will you call her?"

Calhoun smiled fondly, lovingly. "Nikko."

"Sounds Greek."

"Japanese. It means 'cat'."

***

Aja opened the deck of cards and stared. More new cards. Self Destruction,
and...obedience. The light kept popping up, as well as Savage Fury, The
Sacrifice and The Soldier and The Seeker. He bit his lower lip. "Ray...perhaps
you should try the book..." 

***

Turnbull followed the flying demon, closely. He kept up easily, despite
Adolph's speed. Then he heard it. 

Ray's voice coming from a car radio.  He paled, and turned towards the
sound. He felt Adolph land beside him. "What is that?" 

Adolph rolled his eyes.  "My father's latest pet..."

Turnbull leaned close, listening to the familiar voices.

"I'm not touching it. You pick it up."

"I can't. You have to."

"God, you are such a liar!"

"I am not, you..."

"Well, that's enough sound bite of the vamp known as Prince. I'm Joe
D and we know what the D's for and if you can't figure it out, listen
for a few more minutes. I've been told we've got some new blood here
in Wyrmville and to make our young rebels feel at home, I'm sending out
'Welcome to the Jungle' to Tommy, Renny, and Jimmy boy." 

***

Ray took a deep breath, then another. He cast a nervous look at Fraser
then touched the cover. 

It was alive.

And so were they...

He snatched his hand back.

"They're alive," he gasped, looking at Fraser. "They're in the book...but
they're alive..." 

Fraser took the book, staring at it. "Must be a tad crowded..."

"No...I saw...I saw a city."

"A city." Fraser blinked, laying the book on the hood of the car next
to Aja. "In the book. Are you sure?" 

Ray nodded, sitting in the driver's seat, but facing outward. On impulse,
he leaned back, wincing as his still-tender ear brushed the seat and
he turned up the radio just in time to catch the tail end of the welcome
message. 

"Oh dear."

"Uh huh."

***

Tom grimaced, staring at his feet. The pain was getting very bad, and
James had gone to find a doctor. He threw himself back against the pillow,
watching the ceiling spin. Trying not to scream. 

It didn't work.

***

Calhoun looked up from the nurse's station as a hand touched his shoulder.
Surprise turned to relief when he saw red serge. "Turnbull. I've been
wondering where you've been..." 

Turnbull smiled, thinly. "Where is he? Take me to him."

Calhoun nodded and started to walk forward.

Then they heard the scream and ran.

***

"Joe D again, gang, and apparently we're about to herald into our new
world the first child of Wyrmville. Yippee ki-yay. Here's 'Born to be
Wild' for the soon to be Nikko Calhoun." 

***

Fraser looked up from the steering wheel, slowing down as a man in black
approached the car. Border patrol. As the man got closer, he saw that
his eyes were...glowing. 

Did they work for D'Hoffren or Wyrm?

He didn't care. Without a moment's thought, he hit the accelerator. Hard.

"Fraser!" Ray jerked awake.

"It seems prudent...It is after all, an unguarded border."

Ray twisted to check on Aja and Dief and to see if they'd ditched the
border goons. 

"What the hell was that all about?"

"They didn't appear entirely human," said Fraser, trying to keep his
voice under control. 

"No kidding. Gotta be the water."

***

Ray Vecchio climbed the steps to his home with a heavy heart. It all
looked so hopeless. Two super-demons using the world for their personal
battle ground, his friends dead or scattered, the future so uncertain.
He was frightened. Frightened for his son, for his wife, for what may
come at the hands of D'Hoffryn. Wyrm may be evil incarnate, but at least
he didn't hide behind false civilities. 

Stella was here. So were Cassie and Daniel, working together to take
care of their families that were united by more than sharing a roof.

He heard laughter. Cassie and Maria. It sounded so good. Frannie and
Harding would be by later for dinner. He knew the conversation would
inevitably drift to the dilemma of D'Hoffryn, and so these moments were
all the more precious. 

Stella pushed open the door, carrying their son, smiling down at him.
Ray felt an ache, a warmth, a feeling of hope as he finally stood before
her and gazed at his son. 

They would make it. He had a son and he was determined to watch him grow
into a man. 

"How's everyone doing?"

"Quite well, given the circumstances." Stella paused. "Two things..."

He knew he wasn't going to like this. "What?"

"I brought Xander and Anya with me."

"Oh God...and the second..."

She blushed. "I haven't been able to tell Cassandra about her father...could
you?" 

***

Calhoun burst into the hospital room and stared in shock. Tom was lying
on the bed, in considerable pain. He tore at the sheets, gasping in air
for another scream. Turnbull snapped out of his shock first and hit the
call button. 

"Tom? Tom, what is it? What hurts?" Calhoun asked, feeling quite useless.
He sat next to Tom, grabbing one of his hands. Tom's fingers automatically
dug into the vampire's skin. 

"Everything! Oh...God!" Tom's head tilted back, and he fought to bite
back another scream. "Make it stop, James. Oh God...please..." 

"Shh..." He smoothed back Tom's hair. "The doctor's on the way. Calm
down..." 

***

"We've got a request from the big W himself, tonight gang. Seems Captain
Slime's got a taste for the hard rock tonight. Here's 'Son of a Bitch
to the Core,' by yours truly..." 

Fraser glanced at the radio. "He's a tad...enthusiastic, isn't he?" 

Ray shrugged, staring out the window. "Is it me, or is it actually getting
darker? What time is it?" 

Fraser looked. "Three fifteen."

"AM or PM?"

"I..." Fraser paused, thinking. "I'm not sure...Do you want to stop?
Perhaps get some rest?" 

Ray bit his lip. Carefully, this time. "I'm afraid to stop, Frase." 

There was a pause. "I am, too."

***

The doctor came after what seemed like an eternity, Lauren just a step
behind. She stopped when she saw Calhoun and let out a laugh. 

"So, they finally nailed you too, you bastard!"

Calhoun glared. "Turnbull, get that bitch the hell out of here! She has
no right to be here now!" 

Swiftly, the huge constable placed himself directly in Lauren's path.

"Ms. Heller, if you would kindly leave the room."

"And if I don't?" she challenged.

Calhoun answered from beside Tom's bed. "I'll fucking kill you."

She paled, believing him, and Turnbull shooed her away.

"This is going to be difficult," stated the doctor. "This man should
not be having a child." 

Calhoun rolled his eyes. "You think?"

Another howl of pain from the Moloch. "James..."

"It's all right..." Calhoun looked at the doctor, his own innards cramping
right along with Tom's. "Do /something/. NOW." 

***

Ray looked up as the DJ came back on. "Joe D back again with a birth
announcement for all you late listeners. Nikko Florence Calhoun was born
at First General of Wyrm at 3:45 AM. That poor kid. The breeder insists
she was named after her father, though his name is James Kilpatrick Calhoun,
so you go ahead and figure that one out, gang...." 

As the DJ rambled, Ray looked at Fraser. "He wasn't that pregnant when
he...left." 

"I know."

"Something happened."

"Yes."

/Gosh, I think the Yank may be on to something./ Fraser Sr. was suddenly
in the back seat. 

"Jesus, Canada. A little warning?"

"Dad? Can you get to them? Find out what's happening?"

/I can sure as hell try.../

"Florence?" Ray wondered.  He looked back at Aja. The boy was just stirring.
"Hey! Aja! Ya got a new sister! Sorta." 

"What?" wondered the ancient vampire lord.

"Yer dad just had the baby. Cal's baby. Nikko, he named her."

He smiled at the thought. "Isn't it too soon, even for a human child?"

"Way too soon," Ray said softly.

***

Tom rested his head on the pillows, trembling and cold as the pain slowly
subsided. He barely noticed. All he knew was that a baby girl as beautiful
and perfect as Sophia was placed in his arms by the doctor. She was quiet
and at peace, contrary to the way in which she'd entered this world.
He hadn't expected to fall in love. Not with this child. She was nothing
of his yet all of him because he was descended from this girl-child's
mother.... 

He sensed James right beside him, gazing down at them. So much like Marianne
and Alice... 

James bent his head down next to Tom's ear. "I love you," he whispered.

With a happy smile, Tom reached up and slid his hand across James' hair,
pulling him closer. "Love you, too, Sabbat." 

He grinned and looked at his daughter. "You do nice work, Kinky." 

"So do you." Tom suddenly frowned.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Your hair...it's grown a bit..."

Calhoun ran his hand across the side of his head where Tom had shaved
it last year. So it had grown. Quite a bit, considering his how slowly
his hair grew. He gaped then looked at Turnbull. 

"Perhaps we should make preparations to leave."

***

Fraser and Ray switched seats without even getting out of the car. Fraser
turned the radio down a bit, and glanced back at the sleeping children.
"Perhaps we should've brought Cassandra..." 

"They need her back there...She'll be fine..."

***

"Dead?" Cassie stared at Vecchio, shocked. She was shouting. "What the
fuck do you mean, dead??" 

"Cassandra," her grandfather had his arms around her, hugging. "It's
all right. They're fine...not dead...in the book..." 

"Even worse...where's Adam?"

"He's with Stan and Fraser."

"And they left. Fucking fabulous. You let them take a three-year old...where?
Where the hell are they going?" 

"Only his body is three, Cass," Vecchio reminded quietly. "We don't know
where they went. They took a lot of supplies and the GTO." 

She shook her head, distraught. "Where's the book? Can't you get them
out?" 

"They took it with them."

She glared. Stella's eyebrow rose, suddenly thinking what an excellent
Vengeance demon this girl would make some day. 

"So, what you're telling me is my father and his lover are trapped in
a book with a Mountie, and the prince of this city has taken my so called
brother on the run. Great. Just. Fucking. Great." She plopped into the
chair next to her and glared. 

Stella was impressed. Definitely Vengeance material.

***

Tom was asleep, Nikko a tiny wrapped bundle beside him. Calhoun sat exhausted
next to them, mesmerized by the sight of his lover and child. He looked
up when Turnbull cleared his throat. 

"Jamey?"

He looked up at the Seeker, remembering the first time he had been forced
to trust this man with the fate of his clan. A man of honor in a world
where honor had little value any more. 

"Where are we, Turnbull?"

"Let's go out in the hall. I don't want to disturb Tom."

***

"...and that was 'Bad Moon Rising' by CCR, a special dedication to the
wolf boy riding in the back seat. Give 'em a lick for me, Diefie. Next
up, 'The Night Chicago Died' and then I have a special guest here to
torture you listeners with. Stick around for my man Bob Fraser and whatever
you do, don't stop listening." 

***

"So...where do we stand?"

"Like it or no, we've allied ourselves with Wyrm."

Calhoun smirked. "I'm Sabbat. I've been allied for years even if I didn't
want to admit it." 

Turnbull nodded, clasping his hands behind his back as they slowly walked
down the hall. "He needs Ray. So does D'Hoffryn." 

"What is it about him?"

"He's building up power and strength. Remember how he always had the
potential? This is why he's always been such a target." 

"Vampires with souls are a rarity."

"He was wise to entrust his to Fraser. He's well on his way to becoming
a fire vampire and they are they only thing, according to Lord Caine,
that Wyrm fears. Seeing as how D'Hoffryn is not as resilient as the Wyrm,
he too is threatened." 

Calhoun rolled his eyes. Sometimes Turnbull was too much like Fraser
with the long-windedness. "So when he burns hotter than Hell, he'll be
able to destroy one or the other. And since we're allies, I guess that
means blue boy is toast?" 

"Wyrm existed for eons beneath the earth. He gave earth balance. It was
man's goodness that kept him in check, goodness that couldn't exist without
Wyrm's evil." 

"You're saying we need the snake alive."

"Wyrm is not for the likes of us to destroy, Jamey. He must be...detained."

"How the hell do you propose we do that?"

"I'm...working that problem."

Calhoun sighed, leaning against the nurse's station. He jumped when he
heard his own name come out of the radio. "Turn it up," he asked the
nurse and she complied with a flirtatious smile that the vampire ignored.

"Message repeats," a voice that he recognized as Bob Fraser reported.
"If Renfield Turnbull, James Calhoun or Thomas Grissom is out there in
listener-land, please come to the radio station on Dhole Street. I have
a message for you." 

***

They entered the room to wake Tom up and were stunned to see he was already
awake. He was staring at something in shock. 

They followed his gaze. The baby was gone. Lying on the other hospital
bed was a four-year old girl. 

"Nikko?" breathed Calhoun in disbelief.

There was no denying it. She looked exactly like Tom must have at this
age. As he knew Marianne had. The three men jumped when she stirred and
stretched, yawning as she opened her gray eyes. She smiled when she saw
them looking at her. 

"Good morning, Daddy," she said in a sweet, baby voice.

Calhoun looked at Tom, who gestured helplessly.

"If I had blood pressure, I'd faint."

***

In the end, they all went.

The doctor expressed no surprise that the child born yesterday should
be four today. His whole explanation? 

"Mighty is the Wyrm of the Earth."

To which Calhoun added a few muttered comments. Tom seemed to have healed
just as rapidly as Nikko had grown and he displayed no sign of having
been through another difficult delivery. Nikko was asleep against her
father's shoulder and Tom was happily watching her black curls drift
about in the warm breeze. 

"Dhole Street," muttered Calhoun.

"Right this way," hissed a familiar voice. They looked up to the street
sign to see Adolph.  Before his two companions could react the way they
wanted, Turnbull nodded. 

"Show us."

Ten minutes later, they left their guide and were climbing the stairs
of a tall brownstone to the radio station. Before Turnbull could knock,
the door was yanked open and a now-familiar voice exclaimed, "Oh, Christ,
another decanter!" 

"I beg your pardon?" wondered Turnbull then stopped. "You're Joe?" 

The man smiled. "You have to be Renfield. It wouldn't fit these two posers.
Get in here before he drives me back to drink and drugs." 

They filed into the small office area and Tom found himself gaping. But
for a rounder face and a scruffy appearance, Joe could have been James'
brother. 

"Nice hair, Jimmy," commented Joe, noticing the similarities himself.
"Will you guys go talk to this old geezer before I toss him out a closed
window?" 

/I heard that, Joe!/ snapped Robert Fraser, entering the office. He eyed
them all up. Turnbull was at attention until the sergeant saluted him.
/Hmph! Old geezer indeed! Constable, Elder, Seer, there's a few things
you need to hear about the state of the world./ 

"What Old Dead Man's trying to tell you is that the world outside sucks.
Chicago's gonna suck, 'cause you guys figured out about the rest. The
only bright point is Wyrm's world. The book. Down side is there's an
entry fee. And we get anymore people in here, it'll blow," Joe supplied,
feeling helpful today. He headed back into the booth. 

Tom glanced at Calhoun. "James, I'm going to take Nikko outside." 

Calhoun watched him leave and turned back to Fraser Sr., not even bothering
to question how or why they could all see the ghost. "What happens when
it blows?" 

"Chaos."

***

Tom let Nikko sit on the stairs and sat next to her, watching Adolph
fly circles around the brownstone. Finally, Adolph landed in front of
him. "Daddy..." The voice was hoarse. Tom could clearly see the scratches
that he'd given him. 

"Adolph, I really don't have time for..." He gasped as he suddenly found
himself wrapped in a leathery hug. 

Adolph hissed in his ear. "One of them will kill me...don't let her...please."

"You won't be killed, Adolph, I prom-"

"Wyrm has decreed. I know what was said. My life for my sister's soul.
It's not unfair, Daddy."  He looked at Nikko. Large gray eyes watched
him with interest and not a trace of fear. "Just not her. The other,
the Slayer, the Sage...she'll know what to do." 

"All right..." Tom nodded, reluctantly. "Okay." He returned Adolph's
hug awkwardly and was pleasantly shocked when Adolph actually kissed
him on the cheek. He could only hope that the affection was genuine,
not another ploy, because he knew he would fall for it. 

"Look at her now, daddy..." Adolph sounded awed.

Tom pulled slightly back and glanced at Nikko.

She'd aged again. By at least 6 years.

***

/My son and the Yank are on their way to Fortitude Pass./

Turnbull blinked. He had thought they were still in Chicago.

/They have the werewolf and Lord Caine with them, plus this book and
the cards and that damned box of fortune cookies in the trunk./ 

"Why did they bring those cookies?" laughed Calhoun.

/The Yank said they were delivered to him and he didn't want the others
going crazy over what they said. You'll notice how the fortunes were
coming true.../ 

"I love fortune cookies," called Joe. "Why the hell didn't you guys bring
me some?" 

"Next time," promised Calhoun.

"Hey, where'd you get those boots, Fang?"

"U.S. Army standard issue."

"Fuck, I'm not joining the army just for boots."

/Go play a record, will you? Something by Sinatra./ Fraser looked at
his audience. /Gets 'em every time./ 

"Sinatra? Not while I'm dead!"

***

Tom knelt beside his daughter and looked to Adolph, worried. "Do you
know why this is happening?" 

"My father wished it."

Tom nodded. "Wyrm."

"She is...required in the battle against my father's enemy. And your
enemy." 

***

Ray nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Turnbull's voice coming
out of the radio. 

"I'm afraid I don't know how to..."

"Just talk. You can do that? Blah blah blah," the DJ teased mercilessly.

Turnbull's throat cleared. Fraser glanced at Ray.

"Constable Fraser? Prince Kowalski? When you get to Fortitude Pass, you
must start a fire. Take off the ring, if you've put it on, Ray. You must
burn the book. Destroy it." 

"Hey, I thought you guys were socialists, not commies!" teased Ray. 

"Our medical services are socialist, Ray."

"Same thing! No wonder you guys wear red."

"Oh, yeah, Stalin! Burn those books!" yelled Joe D. "Renny, you're an
unnatural over the air.  Don't quit your day job. So, you two in the
GTO get that? Just for that, you're all going to have to listen to the
live version of 'Burning Down the House'." 

"How far are we from the pass?" wondered Aja, leaning over the seat.

Fraser consulted the maps, reading by the light of a flashlight.

"We've been traveling about three days now. We're more than halfway there,
as far as I can tell." 

Ray shook his head, accelerating yet more. "I dunno. Something tells
me we're really pressed for time." 

Aja looked at his son, gently touching the half-healed bite mark on his
ear. "Let me do a reading." 

Ray glanced back at him. "Maybe..."

"What, Raymond?"

"Maybe I should try. Y'know, how I flash with each card. I might be able
to see something we need ta know." 

Fraser frowned, knowing what the flashes cost Ray. "Do you think it wise?"

"The only wise thing I've done is give you my soul, Frase. Other than
that, I'm runnin' on instinct." He slowed down and finally stopped, allowing
Fraser to take the wheel and climbing into the back with Aja as Dief
rode shotgun. Fraser, who was actually getting into the habit of speeding,
pulled out again on the seemingly endless stretch of highway through
the Canadian provinces. 

"Who's up first?" he asked.

Caine held up a card. The Prince. Kowalski himself.

"Let 'er rip, daddy-o." He grabbed the card, and frowned. Nothing. He
looked at Aja, confused. "Next." 

"What'd you see?" Fraser called back.

"Never you mind what I saw, Nosey Parker, eyes on the road. Next card."

The Light. He could see a girl, around 18 or 19. Kissing Adolph on the
cheek. She could be Cassie's sister. Or even Tom's. Was it Sophia? She
had grown so beautiful and tall... 

The Soldier. He saw Calhoun in a pit, white wisps of mist moving all
around him. He was absolutely still, hands outstretched beseechingly
to...what?  The vision drew closer and Ray could see the glint of frost
in the vampire's hair. It took a moment, but abruptly Ray realized Jamey
was frozen as solid as ice, his lips parted, his eyes full of old pain.

The Seer. Tom in the throes of what looked like a heavy-duty vision.
He crouched in darkness, bracing himself in the cold and damp as he wept
for his children. 

The Tower. The Thirteenth in ruins. Thank God for small favors. Urban
renewal Bible style. 

The Seeker. Turnbull reaching for Mina.

A beautiful, smiling, gray-eyed girl. He thought he should know her.

The Sacrifice. Tom and D'Hoffryn.

A new card: Hell. Cecil. And a man Ray didn't recognize but thought he
should know. When Aja handed him the Spiritus Sanctii card, he felt a
chill take him like a blast of Arctic wind and blackness engulfed him.

***

Calhoun stared at his daughter, now ten. "Tom?" He looked at his lover,
worried. "Wyrm did this?" 

"It's all right, daddy..." She hugged him tightly. "We're all right..."

"We?" He frowned, unable to keep the suspicions out of his voice. He
glanced at Adolph, who was keeping out of range by perching on a building
across the street. 

Tom looked down, then up. "Maybe...there were a few things I forgot to
mention." 

He held the bridge of his nose, knowing he really couldn't get a headache
but able to do a fair imitation. "Like what?" he said, almost afraid
to know. 

"Um...y'know how I gave all my Slayer heritage to Sophia?"

"Yeah."

"The dead Slayers channeled all their ability into Nikko when Marianne
entered me. She's...the Slayer Incarnate." 

"You...knew this."

Tom winced. "Yeah."

A sigh. "Great." He sat down heavily next to Tom. Nikko went to stand
in front of him in her too-short gown. She smiled at both her fathers.

"Don't worry, Daddy. I'll protect you."

They looked at each other, terrified. Turnbull came down the stairs and
got an eyeful of Nikko. "Oh dear." 

***

"Kowalski."

Ray groaned, not wanting to open his eyes. There was sun. He could feel
it. He didn't want sun. He was getting used the dark. 

A sigh. "Kowalski!"

D'Hoffryn. The demon stood before him. Ray opened his eyes and gasped
in shock. "Oh God!" He was completely engulfed in fire, yet he wasn't
burned.  He /was/ the fire and it was him. 

"I can make it so you're like this for all eternity," D'Hoffryn's voice
intoned mercilessly. "You'll never touch your lover again. If you do..."
He let the sentence drop. 

Ray gasped. "I don't work for you."

"You wear my ring. You're mine. Understand?"

Ray glared, raising his hands. "Sum Wyrm, sub Terra, Smurf-boy."

***

Fraser wanted to pull over to the side of the road, but Aja insisted
he keep driving. He didn't want to run into more border patrol, did he?
He wasn't sure they could this far from the border, but the DJ kept insisting
they watch out. 

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He was getting quite tired.

***

"Wyrm did this," Calhoun stated.

As Turnbull watched, the Sabbat put his elbow through the glass panel
of a clothing store's door across the street from the radio station.
Tom had gone to see if they could get a portable radio from Joe. "Can
he stop it?" 

"What are you doing, Jamey?"

"My soon-to-be-teenage daughter is not walking through the streets of
this place half naked.  Now, can he stop it?" 

"Stop what?" Turnbull inquired. Then he glanced at Nikko and he actually
blushed and looked away when he saw exactly how little she had on. "Oh.
Yes. I'm sure he could. We could go and ask him." 

"Oh, let's," was the sarcastic reply as Calhoun carried his daughter
into the store past the broken glass then set her down and let her go
pick something out. 

Suddenly, the floor shifted under them. They staggered, but Nikko acted
as if this was a regular occurrence and went straight for the dresses.

***

"Yo, you mondo-boring denizens of the city, Joe D coming at ya with Wyrm
alert! The pissed snake factor is off the scale! Hold on to something
more stable than yourself, folks! Seems like Blue Boy is trying to muscle
in on his action! And in honor of his wyrminess rockin' and rollin',
here's a blast from the past that I'd sooner die again than actually
have to sing, 'Shake, Rattle, and Roll'!" 

***

The road had turned from smooth to dangerous, potholes marring the surface
and making the going difficult. Fraser fought to keep on track, slowing
down to avoid crashing. 

***

"No," snapped Ray. "I don't understand. Ya want yer rotten ring back?
I'll walk to the pass if I hafta.  Ya want your world all pretty and
populated? I'll burn it to a cinder! Just call me Mr. Heat Miser, 'kay?"

D'Hoffryn chuckled. "You are spirited, Prince Kowalski."

"Am not drunk, blue boy."

The Primal smiled. Ray fixed his glasses, wondering if he needed them
now to save him from himself. 

"I can see why Caine chose you. You are strong, but not strong enough
to withstand my wrath." 

"Yeah? I kin do that. Way I hear it, pal, I'm gonna to be able to pack
enough punch to flatten Wyrm. If ya need me so bad to toast Wyrm, that
tells me you can't do it yerself and that tells me yer just as viable
a target as the snake."  Viable. He was talkin' Canadian now. Oh, well,
when in Tuktoyaktuk... 

***

"Our local Seer slash Slayer slash mangy Moloch slash sex kitten wants
to intone a message to one Benton Fraser, RCMS. 'Wake him up, or I swear
I'll sic Adolph on you,'" The DJ chuckled, "Feisty, ain't he? Howzabout
it, Constable F? Gonna wake him up? Or do you want the flying rock troll
on your case?" 

Fraser glanced back at the unconscious Ray, and slammed on the brakes.
He was getting rather good at this reckless driving. 

Or, in his case so far, wreckless driving.

"And in honor of the occasion, here's Billy Joel's 'We Didn't Start the
Fire' goin' out from me to the prince formerly known as a ghoulite."

***

Ray was just about to start in on another rant when he felt slimy tentacles
wrap around him and yank him away. D'Hoffryn gave a very unmannerly curse
as his captive was snatched away. Ray yelped and then all was dark. 

Not for long.

He could see fire. Fire engulfing the entire pass.

A dank and cold pit. Tom in the throes of a vision.

Calhoun offering himself to be destroyed for their salvation.

A boy and a girl talking over a rose. The last rose. Or perhaps the first?

***

Tom stumbled out of the station, trying to get across the street with
the radio. He was halfway there when the ground shook, opened up, and
he fell. 

He didn't fall long.

He landed in cold and dank surroundings. He'd sprained something, he
could tell. Sitting up, he looked up at the sky. 

It was gone, replaced by a rock and a metal, circular door.

He looked back down. A rotten, partially mummified corpse lay on the
floor next to him. He recognized it by the clothing and the tangled braid
of filthy blond hair. 

Winslow.

"Oh hell..."

He was in the Pit of Hell.

***

Calhoun ran out of the store with Nikko just a step behind.

"TOM!"

Tom was gone. He'd just...vanished. Swallowed by the street. The radio,
however, sat right where he had fallen. Calhoun snatched his daughter
back when she moved to retrieve the device, which was on. He wanted to
smack Joe for choosing that moment to play 'Get Back'. 

***

"Whoa baby. Seems like the big W's lost himself a citizen. Either that,
or the sidewalks are hung-ry." 

***

"Adam! Adam! Wake up Ray! Now! Now! Get him out of this!"

The boy tumbled to the floor as the GTO skidded to a halt. He had thought
Raymond was merely asleep after so many visions, but... 

Fraser was out of the car and pulling the seat forward. He helped Adam
to get out of the way then pulled Ray out of the car, slapping his face
lightly at first, then with more strength, shouting at him to waken.

"Ray! Ray, wake up! Ray!"

***

"Mine."

"Huh?" wondered Ray. What was he, a prize for some demonic game?

"You are mine, Prince Kowalski. You exist because I exist. From me came
the Mother, from her your whole race. You are mine." 

"Where's Fraser? Where's Tom? Where...am I?"

"You are nowhere. Your soul is even now fighting to draw you back to
your physical self. The Seer..." 

"Yeah?"

"The Seer is gone."

Ray allowed himself exactly one minute to digest that. "Gone? Gone /where/?"

"He's not in my domain any longer, and he is not where your physical
self is." 

"In other words, ya haven't got a clue."

***

Tom sat next to the body, trying to strategize. He rolled up his pant
leg, looking at his ankle. It was swelling rapidly. Sighing, he looked
back up at the door covering the pit. No way he could get up there like
this. 

"Shit." He sat back, looking at Winslow's body. "Damn!" It had been so
long since he had had to do any sort of slaying thing on his own. He'd
let Ray and the others handle it. 

Now he was on his own. Fraser and Ray in Canada. Turnbull and James in
God only knew where. He scowled at Winslow's body, and crossed his arms.

He didn't even know where to begin.

***

"Watch her a sec," ordered Calhoun, stepping away from Turnbull. He concentrated,
trying to find Tom through the link they shared. There was something...maybe
because he was in some weird dimension, but all he could sense was that
Tom was alive. Good enough. 

He turned to rejoin Turnbull and Nikko when there was a rush of leathery
wings and a smell of brimstone and Adolph landed in front of him, barring
his way. 

"What is it, spawn?" hissed Calhoun. For Tom's sake he refrained from
saying what was really on his mind. 

"You have to go to my father."

"Wyrm knows exactly where I am."

"No. I said that wrong. You have to go to my...daddy."

Calhoun stared at him, floored.

"What do you care?"

"He made me a promise. I want to see he lives to fulfill it."

The Sabbat Elder clenched his jaw, not wanting anything to do with this
terrible little creature that had hurt his lover time and again.  Still,
it appeared there were few options open to him. 

"How?"

"Meet me at the sanctuary. The Seeker knows the way."

***

Fraser and Adam gave up, finally. There was no waking Ray from this state
of seeming unconsciousness. He was limp and unresponsive and nothing
they did reached him. Finally, for lack of any other course of action,
they bundled him back into the car and Fraser, spurred by fear, drove
like a madman. 

***

Mort looked up as the Hienic handed him the tray of jars he'd requested.
He smiled kindly at the demon and wondered at its disturbed expression.
Odd for a Hyena demon. Normally it was impossible to get them to stop
smiling.  "What is it? What is wrong?" 

"Lucius says he heard commotion inside the Tomb."

"Really?" Mort turned to the bank of video cameras that had long since
been turned off. A few flicks of his wrist was all it took to turn them
back on.  The grainy pictures showed a man, no, a Moloch hybrid, sitting
on the floor amidst the corpses that had been left there to rot for three
years.  "Oh my..." 

"What shall we do?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Doctor Gustafson..." The Hienic, Rupert,  stared at the man as he struggled
to his feet and began limping back and forth in the tomb and was struck
with the typical demonic concern for their own. "The air in there is
very thin. WE can't just leave him there." 

"I know...Find out who he-" Mort paused as the phone next to him ring.
"Yes?" He asked as he picked it up. "Oh. All right..." He hung up and
flicked off the monitors. "Leave him." 

"Sir?"

"You heard me."

***

Tom sat back against the wall, staring at Winslow's corpse. Maybe she
has some sort of weapon. Or a key. He felt around in her pockets, pulling
out her gun. Before he could even try aiming it at the door, his vision
began flashing. 

The floor went out from under him.

***

Nikko came out of the radio station's bathroom four years older. Calhoun
groaned inwardly. He knew they grew up too quickly, but this was out
of control.  "Ok. That's it. Let's go." 

"Go where?" Turnbull asked, quietly.

"Wyrm. He started this, he can stop it. I want out, and I want her to
stop aging. Now. Adolph said to meet him at the sanctuary. Take me there
now." 

Turnbull nodded just as Joe came around the corner, heading towards the
bathroom. He did a double-take at Nikko. 

"Jesus, Jimmy, what the hell are you feeding this kid?"

"Not a god damned thing so far," growled the Sabbat.

Joe eyed her curiously. "Maybe you should start."

***

As they hurried down the street, Joe dedicated, 'We've Got to Get Out
of this Place' to the sucker, the decanter, and the kitten. 

If he wasn't dead already, Calhoun would have gone back and killed him.

***

"Benton, you must get some sleep."

He sighed. "Adam, we must reach the pass as quickly as possible." 

"We won't do it if we crash, Benton. Please, rest. I can keep watch."

Reluctantly, Fraser had to agree. He was exhausted. Ray was still unresponsive,
and the road seemed endless. He pulled to the side of the road and settled
back in the seat, his body relaxing instantly. They would eat later.

If there was a later.

"Wake me at midnight. Or noon."

"I will. Sleep well, Benton." Aja turned the radio down to a dull roar.

***

"This one goes out to Constable F from your friends here at Wyrmville,
'Goodnight, Sweetheart'..." 

***

"Why am I here, Wyrm? Ya want me to French fry D'Hoffryn, then what?
I do that, and I just helped ya trash the planet! At least blue boy likes
grass. Why should I back you?" 

Suddenly before him appeared the Lt. Wyrm he'd met in Hell, complete
with bad tie and geeky glasses stolen out of Ray's desk drawer. 

"You have not seen the whole of the picture, Prince Kowalski."

"Oh. Okay. Kodak moment, Lieu. Today Ray Kowalski, tomorrow the world,
take off fer the weekend...then what? What's the point of ruling a dead
shell? It's like drinking alone." 

He froze when images assailed his mind. Wyrm's world. Populated and happy.
Filled with wyrm worshippers. "What are you showing me?" 

"The world."

"What?"

"What parts of it I could preserve, I have held safely. Those that have
called upon me have been kept. You are among that number, Prince Kowalski."

"Huh?" demanded Ray.

He was rewarded with a snaky smile. "Sum Wyrm -"

"-sub terra," finished Ray. "Shit."

"Of course I want the world. It is my whole purpose for being. I delight
in corruption and sin. I am not so foolish as to destroy the very object
of my desire. I haven't destroyed you, have I? I could have done so time
and again. I preserved you, as I have preserved the part of the world
I wanted saved. Human kind will rise again to dominate the planet much
as they did three years ago. I give them a decade before all is as it
was. Only now, Raymond, the basis of civilization, my city, will be loyal
to /me/ and I will be one step closer to challenging God in His heaven."

Ray, vaguely Catholic by birth, frowned. "Am I going to go to Hell for
this?" 

"The odds are good."

"Damn."

"You're not missing much. Hell's a lot more fun and Heaven doesn't serve
alcohol." 

***

The Hienic dropped to his knees beside the Pit as he heard the screams
begin. He pressed his ear to the door, and looked around at his fellow
Primals. They were all twisted in worry, unable to stand the thought
of one of their kind in agony. 

***

He shook in pain as the visions took him over. He could see the world
burning. He could see Marianne dying by James' hand. He could see Faith
dying by rabbit girl's... 

"Oh God...please..."

His arms flopped, hitting the corpse's. He screamed.

Winter. All was frozen and covered with snow as he looked down upon some
surreal landscape with buildings in the distance. Closer. Closer. A concentration
camp. Walking corpses. German guards. Ovens. Showers. A dark-haired woman
who would not leave until all suffering was eliminated from this nightmare.

"James..." All in white, creeping across the snow.

A frenzy of killing, of death. A silent slaughter. They let him come.
They let him take them.  They let him release them from the camp at Chelmno.
He saw James, dripping blood, a gory vision of death and self-loathing,
as he was running away, dragging the woman along. 

A cold mist. The Spiritus Sanctii of Chelmno.

"Oh, god, James..."

Skin the color of rotten flesh. Hooked claws, fangs, rendering the flesh
of the fallen. The blond-haired Anarch reaching for him, knowing he was
not an ordinary demon, helping his torn wings to heal. Driven by the
voice of his father to destroy and glorying in the fear of the slaughtered
masses... 

Tom screamed for his son, his lover, knowing he was being made to see
the very worst the ones he loved had ever done. It was not fair. 

They had no choice.

***

Fraser woke up to the strains of 'Let It Snow' coming over the radio
and sure enough, it was snowing. He'd gotten almost six hours of sleep
and though stiff and a little fuzzy, he did feel better. 

Adam was still beside him and despite his best efforts, the boy had fallen
asleep and was slumped against Fraser. The Mountie smiled. Adam was a
very valiant figure despite the fact he had nodded off. 

He glanced in the back. Dief was awake, looking at him smugly as if to
expound on his wolfish superiority. Ray was unchanged, still stretched
across the back seat. Fraser felt the detective's cheek. He felt as if
he had a fever and that was with the ring on. This was not good. He was
putting off so much warmth they didn't need to turn on the heat in the
car. 

When Adam woke they would get some food. Fraser started the car up again
and pulled back onto the empty road. 

"...Joe D comin' at ya from the land of milk and honey, you ain't seen
nothin' yet. Those of you that are planning on heading them off at the
pass can expect snow despite the fact that it's actually high summer
in the Northwest Areas. Hang in there, Benton buddy, you're about to
pass go and collect your two hundred smackers. I was asked to send a
message to Con F in the Stetson and I want ya to say it aloud if you
know the answer to the following: what's Latin for "I am the Wyrm of
the earth'? If you know the answer, you may win a soul of your very own.
Benny, you're inspiring me, man. Here's 'Soul Man' by the Blues Brothers."

He floored it.

***

Turnbull paused and stared at the radio. /Oh, dear god, don't, Benton./

***

He knew this place. Fortitude Pass. Wyrm must have brought them here
because he never should have been able to drive this far. The ground
was frozen and miraculously clear. He brought the car to a halt. In the
distance, in the dim light cast by the headlights. He could see the wreck
of the medivac chopper from almost four years ago, a rusted heap. 

Adam stirred, realized he had slept through noon, and gave Fraser an
apologetic look. 

"Don't worry. We're there."

"Fortitude Pass. I had hoped never to return." He loosened his belt and
scrambled over the seat to look at Ray. "We have to burn the book. Where
do you want to do this?" 

"There." Fraser pointed to a relatively barren patch in the middle of
the pass. "That area without trees. We'll bring him there." 

They parked about a hundred feet away and Fraser carried Ray to the clearing.
Snow hissed and sizzled as it touched Ray's skin. Fraser lay him down.
Adam followed, teetering under the weight of the Necronomicon. 

"Get back in the car and get your belt on," ordered Fraser after helping
Adam to place the book on Ray's lap. He watched until the three-year
old boy obeyed, then lifted Ray's hand, working the ring loose a little
as his other hand reached for the cover of the book. It wouldn't open.
Damn. 

"Sum Wyrm..." Fraser stared straight ahead. "Sub Terra."

The book opened. He yanked the ring off Ray's finger and ran for the
car. 

And then all hell broke loose.

Or more literally, Wyrmville.

He'd been in explosions before. This was like one, only silent. He leaped
into the car and put it in gear just as a bright flash and a rush of
super-heated air threw the GTO three feet forward. Fraser put the brakes
on, stopping the car on a dime, no small feat since the pass was no longer
frozen solid, but slick mud. Steam rose in great banks as a fire hotter
than hell swept through the pass. 

Adam gripped his arm, Dief draped himself over the seat, and together
they stared, open mouthed as a city seemed to grow around them. 

"Whoa baby. Thought we lost ya there for a minute, gang," Joe D remarked.
"Time to welcome our favorite traveling group toWyrmville, now located
direct at Fortitude Pass. Here's a big hello out to Con F, Prince Kowalski,
Wolf boy and the kid formerly known as King Caine. Here's 'Land of Illusion'!"

***

Tom opened his eyes, images still assailing his mind and body. Heheard
forms drop near him and felt hands all over his body. "Helpme...please..."

"Yes, brother. And you'll help us."

Everything went black.

***

They were in the sanctuary when the second quake hit. Calhoun lifted
his daughter out the window to Turnbull's ready arms before climbing
out onto the lawn. The city shook and trembled, but it was a steady motion
and Turnbull yelled, 

"We're moving!"

"Now! Now!" shouted Adolph. He swooped down at Turnbull and Calhoun.
"Prince Kowalski has summoned the Wyrm! Now, while my father is distracted,
send the Sabbat to the Seer! Now!" 

Turnbull shook his head, setting Nikko down. "We need demonic blood!"
he yelled above the rumble of the city. 

"Mine! Take mine!" cried Adolph.

Calhoun looked at Turnbull. Coming to a decision, he nodded curtly. "Do
it. Take care of Nikko." 

"This is going to be very crude," Turnbull warned. "I apologize now,
Jamey." 

He retrieved a piece of broken glass from the lawn and went to Adolph.
The demon offered his arm. 

"Jamey, say good-bye to Nikko now." A rush of hot air swept through the
city. Hotter than Hell..."Hurry!" 

He crushed his daughter to him and she smiled fearlessly. He paused,
looking into the bright gray eyes and running his hand through her curling
black hair. She looked just like her mother. Like Tom. 

"Stay with Turnbull, Nikko," he ordered. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Daddy. Bring Daddy back for me."

"I will."

***

Ray stirred as he felt the ground shake underneath him. Groggy, as if
he'd gotten no sleep as opposed to two solid days worth, he sat up, staring
as buildings grew from rock and grass. He was in the center of what appeared
to be a smaller, cleaner, and more organized version of Chicago. He couldn't
look for long. It was daytime here. The first light he'd seen in a week
or more and it blinded him. 

Which was not a bad thing because there was a book on his lap and he
could tell by the dimensions exactly which book it was. He snapped it
shut and set it on the ground. He was on...cobblestone? Shit, he was
on fire. The ring was gone. He couldn't tell, but he knew he was putting
off enough heat to start melting the stone if he didn't am-scray soon.
Problem was, where the hell was here? And more importantly, where was
Fraser? 

"Ray! Ray!"

He heard the voice above the dull roar that his super-heated body put
off. 

"Ray! Stay still!"

He sighed in relief. Fraser.

"Fraser! Where's that decoder ring thing?"

He could hear other voices. The Wyrmvillians weren't too impressed with
his imitation of the burning bush and after a few glances, went about
their business. 

"I have it. Stay right where you are. I'm putting it down here and I'll
direct you to it.  Alright?" 

"Got my glasses?"

"We will. Adam..."

As the demon ran back to the car with Dief, Fraser set the ring down
and backed far away. "Turn to your right. Stop. Walk forward. I'll tell
you when to turn." 

He kept moving away, knowing he was too close and would walk away singed.
Carefully, he directed Ray to the ring sitting on the curb, and when
Ray slipped it onto his finger and the inferno that he had become was
cooled, Fraser ran to him. 

He all but tackled the detective and Ray, blind as a bat and not caring
who might see, kissed Fraser right there. When finally they came up for
air, both men said at the same time, "I missed you!" 

They laughed, still in each other's arms and Ray rested his head on Fraser's
shoulder. "Where are we? I thought I saw a city." 

Fraser looked around at the tidy buildings and cheerful, blue sky. "I
don't know if it has a name. Or if I have a word for it. Utopia In Nomine
Vermis, perhaps." 

He looked over as Adam returned at a run, Dief at his heels and a shaken-looking
Turnbull a few steps behind. There was a girl of about eighteen with
him and Fraser stared at her. She looked like Marianne Calhoun. 

The girl from Ray's dream.

Fraser stared at the girl, then at Turnbull. "Who is this? Where's Jamey?
Tom?" He helped Ray put on the red-tinted glasses so the Caanite could
open his eyes. 

"Tom was taken. D'Hoffryn we believe. Jamey and Adolph went to find him,"
Turnbull panted, breathlessly. 

"Whoa. Whoa. Hold up. Jamey and /Adolph/?" Ray demanded.

Turnbull shrugged, helplessly. "Apparently Tom made him some sort of
promise. I don't know the details." 

Fraser stared at him, seriously, then at the girl. "Turnbull..."

"Nikko," the girl said, stepping forward with a smile. "My fathers are
alright. For now." 

***

Lifted. He was being lifted out of the pit, and into the general population.
A few gentles slaps woke him the rest of the way, and he forced his eyes
open. 

His vision blurred and he couldn't make it stop. Four Primals surrounded
him, two Hienics and two Molochs. They were smiling. "In....nomine vermis...."
He muttered under his breath, swaying as they fought to support him.

"Sum Wyrm, Sub Terra," they whispered, rebels against their Higher just
as Tom was. His legs collapsed under him, and he felt them catch him.

He woke up in a nightmare. Alex, pacing back in forth in the bathroom
in the Drewry Center. Only it wasn't Alex. Not really. And it wasn't
Cecil. 

The eyes. It was Wyrm.

"You've tested well, Seer." Wyrm stared at him, and he felt like squirming.
"Every obstacle, you've managed to get through. Do you think you're ready?"

Cecil perched on the sink, watching him with fond concern. "Of course
he's ready." 

"Ready for what?" His nose hurt. Was this a dream?

"Ready to rise."

God. No. "Why?"

"D'Hoffryn has his own agenda. The Primals will not follow him any longer.
They require a new Higher," Cecil said quietly. 

"Are you ready?" His father, Daniel was sitting on the opposite side
of the bathroom. 

"Are you ready?" A reflection in a mirror. Himself, aged nineteen. 

Tom stared in unwilling comprehension. "I'm not a Slayer Born anymore!
I gave that power to Sophia!" 

Daniel dismissed his argument with a gesture. "Slayer or not, that has
no bearing. Are you ready, Thomas?" 

***

They were hurtling too fast, burning down a tunnel of light and speed.
The wormhole was amok, all twists and bends at a rate so rapid Calhoun
thought he might be sick, possible or not. The fiery colors were blinding,
wrong, this was nothing like the hellmouth and all sense of time was
squashed in favor of the gut-wrenching feeling of freefall. 

An eternity passed, though he knew it was merely seconds before suddenly
the floor rushed up and he was slammed into darkness. 

James Calhoun lay on the floor of the Tomb in the bowels of Hell, unconscious.

Adolph landed atop him. The vampire had somewhat softened the impact.
After a few minutes of lying there stunned, the demon stirred. 

The trap door had been left open.

He launched himself through it. He knew exactly where he was. He'd been
born here. 

***

"I don't understand," Tom shook his head, trying to stand. His legs didn't
seem to wish to work. 

"You're required," Wyrm came closer. "We've been preparing you."

"We?" He looked at Cecil, at his father. "No."

"I'm sorry, Tom. I should've told you, but I..." Cecil started then stopped.
"Are you ready?" 

"I..."

"Show him what will happen, Wyrm," Daniel stated, bluntly. "If he doesn't..."

Images hit him hard. He could see James being killed. Sophia...dead.
Nikko burned alive. God no. No. 

He was barely aware he was sobbing.

"Are you ready?" Wyrm asked quietly. He was leaning down now, his lips....Alex's
lips were against Tom's forehead. "Are you ready, would you save your
children?" 

"Ready...I'm ready...."

***

Calhoun woke up to the sound of howling screams. Tom. Did God hate him
that much? 

He struggled to his feet, wondering how he'd ever get out of this pit.

***

Adolph flew towards his father, lying on his side in a cell as the Primals
paced and wandered outside of it. His daddy was screaming. Shrieking.
He flew into the cage, landing next to the cot. 

He could feel the power in his daddy building.

***

D'Hoffryn slammed his phone down so hard it shattered. Zuko actually
jumped, the demon made him tense. Conrad sat in the chair adjacent, giggling
his head off. 

D'Hoffryn shot him a glare, and then he really did laugh his head off.

"Sinclair!!" he shouted for the serpentine, completely ignoring the decapitated
Heinic. "Come with me." 

Zuko sat back, hating this life. Oh, well, at least it was quieter with
Conrad out of the picture. 

***

She had seen them at night sometimes, though she never mentioned it to
anyone in the house.  Experience told her they were Sabbat. Jamey's clan.
And they were guarding the Vecchio house during the long nights. 

It was more than the Giovanni had done, much to Irene's irritation, but
she had to admit D'Hoffryn was keeping both Warfield and her brother
rather busy. 

It was still a touching gesture, thought Stella. Jamey really did love
his daughter, though she suspected the Elder would have ordered the protection
even if Sophia was not here. 

She was a good baby, though clearly she missed both of her fathers. She
was so beautiful, too, with her raven-black hair and blue eyes. She was
alert for her age and rarely cried. She just wanted Jamey and Tom back.

There was an odd sound on the roof. Stella looked to the window curiously,
wondering if she should call Ray, when the window exploded and the winged
demons swarmed into the room. 

***

The ladder of Filtha bones still remained.

Hell would crumble into dust before those damned bones deteriorated.

Calhoun glanced around the pit, trying to find anything he could cover
his hands with to climb out. There was nothing but rotting remains and
Winslow's semi-mummified form. Nasty bitch. 

Well, she hadn't been too useful in life, maybe in death...

It was gruesome even to Calhoun, stripping the coat off her back. As
he wrapped his hands in the cloth he wondered where Adolph had gotten
off to. Then he was climbing out of the arena where he had killed Tom
a mere three years ago. 

***

She'd stopped aging, Turnbull noticed after an hours wandering around
the new and Wyrm-improved Fortitude Pass. He was glad, He hadn't been
sure what Wyrm's plan had been on that note. 

Ray and Fraser had gone to get information from Joe, and had left Dief
and Aja with him. 

He sighed, watching the three of them play, and for the first time in
days, his thoughts turned back to Faith, and her untimely death. 

She had been like a daughter to him, and he was /sure/ that Xander knew
what had happened to her. He'd find out about it if he could, he knew
Xander. He could never keep things bottled up for long. Not after what
had happened in Sunnydale to bring him to the Asylum in Baltimore. 

He sat down on the edge of a fountain, looking down at the book he carried.
The Necronomicon was singed, the flesh cover slightly discolored, but
otherwise intact. Strange. He was growing hungry. He hadn't been hungry
the whole time they had been inside the tome. Interesting. 

***

Xander knocked on the door to the nursery. He'd heard a crash, and it'd
woken him up from his afternoon nap. Silence met his ears, and he bit
at his lower lip. "Stella? Irene?" He gently pushed the door open and
gaped. 

The place had been torn apart. Stella lay, sprawled on the floor of the
nursery, bleeding and the babies... 

Were gone. Taken.

***

"Daddy?"

Tom's eyes slowly opened, and he could feel the change in himself. Everything
felt clearer. He felt clearer. "Adolph..." 

"What's become of you?"

"Wha-?"

Tom sat up with the demon's help. Adolph crouched before him and there
was actually concern etched on his face. Despite the fact that he felt
like someone else entirely, Tom smiled at his son and gently touched
his face. 

"What's become of you?" repeated Adolph.

He could feel a lightness, a dizziness about himself. It was an odd feeling,
but comforting. 

"I've been elevated."

"To what?"

***

Calhoun clawed his way from the pit to the gallery of cells above. The
core of Hell was dark and deserted and all he could smell was death.
He'd hoped he would never have to return to this place. It was too removed
from the earth for his reformed Gangrel tastes. 

He had no idea where Tom was, but he sensed he was alive. That was all.
Perhaps asleep or unconscious.  He had to find him fast. Tom Grissom
was a magnet for disaster even on his good days. 

He edged his way down the halls, keeping a sharp eye out for anything
living or undead. The levels of security became higher the deeper he
went, even though the prison had been thrown open, and some of the holding
cells were intact. Things too terrible even for Wyrm or D'Hoffryn to
deal with. 

He paused at one door when the label caught his attention. Spiritus Sanctii,
Dachau. 

Dear god, they had a Spiritus confined?

The door was frozen. Wisps of vapor drifted off the metal door and wall.
He looked down the hall. They had another. Not Chelmno. Spiritus Sanctii,
Bergen-Belzen. Calhoun felt a tightness in his throat and chest. Had
he been human still, he would have wanted to cry. 

***

Not surprisingly, Ray and Joe hit it off immediately.

The punk DJ needed no introductions as the two newcomers entered the
studio. He yelled to the listeners he had company and put on 'Bohemian
Rhapsody' so they could talk for a few minutes undisturbed. 

"What can you tell us about this place?" wondered Fraser, leaning against
the table. 

"Depends on what you want to know. Wyrmville I call it. He's made a little
bit of wyrm-eaten heaven for the people that have turned to him and used
his name in vain. Dead or alive, say the words, and if he finds you stimulating
enough to survive to the next coming, whammo, here you are. You two actually
drove all the way from Chicago? Are you nuts?" 

Surprisingly, it was Fraser who answered. "I believe that may be the
case, actually." 

Joe laughed and Ray felt a sudden pang of loneliness for his absent friends.

"They're in Chicago," Joe said abruptly, sobering. "In Hell. And D'Hoffryn
is beating down the front door. Jimmy's about to get himself a nasty
surprise. And the Seer..." He chuckled. "Well. Let's just say, Wyrm has
plans for him. Always has." 

***

/Stench of death.../ The Spiritus hissed, cold mist spraying out from
underneath the cell door. /You smell of us...You made one of our kind.../

"Chelmno...I'm sorry." Calhoun touched the cell sadly. He had to get
out of here. There was no telling what he'd do if he stayed. 

He only made it a few feet down the hall before he whirled. Hurrying
back, he smashed the locks off both doors, yanking them open before he
turned and ran. 

***

Tom stood on shaking legs, moved towards the cell door then looked back
at Adolph. He hadn't felt this calm, this serene, in years. He felt like
he was floating on air. "What?" 

"Into what? What have you been elevated to?" Adolph's tone was curious.
He'd never seen an elevation. It had been...odd. 

Tom thought for a moment. "A higher."

"Yes." Adolph rolled his eyes, fluttering to his daddy's side. "But as
what?" 

"What do you mean?"

"What did they give you?"

It was the Hienic who answered. "You have the power to harness, and the
power to reverse." He paused. "You'll find your human side almost completely
gone. You're still...you, but you'll find yourself leaning more towards
the Moloch side of life now..." 

***

D'Hoffryn watched the sleeping babies, feeling as menacing as he looked.
Zuko watched him in horror. He hadn't realized what the Higher had been
planning. Had wished he'd seen it coming. 

Was it too late to switch sides? Had he ever really chosen?

"So...we pick on little kids now, too?" he asked, not caring what reaction
he generated. 

D'Hoffryn ignored his comment. "I'm moving my headquarters, Frank. This
building is too small." 

"Sounds good. Is there a reason you kidnapped these kids?"

"I didn't kidnap them, Frank. I'm keeping them safe from Wyrm."

"Safe? Then why do I smell blood?"

***

"Stella!"

Vecchio fell to his knees beside his wife. She lay on the bed in the
guest room, Maria and Ma hovering nearby. 

"What happened?"

"Ray. They took Ray and Sophia," she whispered. "They have our baby."

"Who?" he pressed, holding her hand.

"D'Hoffryn."

***

"Don't do anything too stupid, Ray," said a voice as he went to open
the door to the Riviera. He looked up to see Frank Zuko leaning against
the neighbor's fence. 

"Use your head. D'Hoffryn would kill you in a second."

"He's got my kid. And Calhoun's."

"They're okay. I saw them. I came right here to keep you from getting
yourself killed. We need a plan and we need to get hold of Prince Kowalski.
He's the focal point of this whole mess." 

"They took off. We don't know where they went."

"Grissom might know." Zuko said, bluntly. He moved towards Vecchio slowly.

Vecchio rolled his eyes, sighing. "Grissom's gone. In the book."

"No."

Shock and surprise must've shown on every inch of his face. "Excuse me?"

"He's not. He's in Hell. I heard D'Hoffren talking to someone about it.
He was really pissed. Broke a phone." 

Vecchio stepped towards Zuko. "Hell hell or Hell prison?"

"Prison."

"How'd he get in there? Wyrm? D'Hoffryn?"

"All I know is he's there. And his presence there has upset some sort
of balance in D'Hoffryn's plan." 

***

He left the cell and went to look for anything or anyone that could give
him more details as to what was going on.  He was getting hungry, too,
though he hoped the menu wasn't as limited as his first time here...

Tom shivered as a sort of chill filled the hallway. He looked up and
at the corner of his vision he saw the ghostly figure of a Spiritus Sanctii
floating right towards him. He opened his mouth to shout, knowing from
Fraser's description what these tragic apparitions could do, but instead
of freezing him and stealing his soul, it just...surrounded him. 

It was like standing outside wet in the most biting cold wind imaginable.
Tom was shivering but it was as much from fear as cold. There was no
defense against a Spiritus. If it wanted him dead, he was dead. He could
feel it's agony in his psyche. Thousands upon thousands of slaughtered
souls, crying out in silent grief over their heartless fate. Abandoned
by God, for what loving god would allow the Holocaust? Screams and moans
of the dying filled his mind. The hopeless. The helpless. 

Dachau. The name stood out in his mind. A simple name.  A simple town.
The horror of it. 

Thousands of voices spoke as one. "You are not the one."

"Who are you looking for?" he asked, still not able to see it directly.

"The one who will free us. The one who can. The Prince of Fire, despised
by the Sun." 

Ray. He fought the elation in the Spiritus as it sensed his recognition
of the one it wanted. 

"He's north. What do you want from him?"

"We can feel the heat of his body even from here. He can destroy this
form and free us. Only he." 

"He doesn't know this, but I know he would help you if he could.  He's
in Canada. In Fortitude Pass." 

"So we will go, and with us our brethren. We leave you the father of
Chelmno and we leave you our legacy, Seer and Saint, as thanks. Use it
well." 

The Spiritus swept past him, through him, it seemed, so cold was he,
but he wasn't frozen. Another followed, and Tom was so cold he fell to
the frozen floor. 

He was left alive.

And powerful.

He looked up at the sound of footsteps coming towards him down the hall.
The person skidded to a halt just at the corner. 

"Tom!" James?? He saw the vampire running towards him.

A few feet away, James paused to look him over and make sure he was truly
well. 

"You saw them?"

"Yes. The one from Dachau spoke to me. I sent them to Ray. He can free
them." 

"Are you nuts?" asked the Sabbat, his smile giving the lie to his criticism.

"Only for you."

He grinned. James, his look a bit haunted, reached towards him with open
arms. Tom grabbed him in a hug. 

And screamed as the vampire froze beneath his fingers.

***

Ray froze, looking up. "Oh God..." Joe looked at a ticker tape, and turned
on the mike. "This one goes out to Jimmy, who's just become one with
the frozen tundra. Here's 'On Frozen Fields' going out to our very own
ice man.  I'd say he cometh, but he's a vampire, folks."

***

Caine was reading the Tarot cards, never more appreciative of grass and
flowers and sunshine as he was now. 

The Soldier. Calhoun's picture showed him all in white, on a white field.
Winter camouflage. 

Water. Snow and ice.

The Prince. Raymond dressed as a fire fighter. Caine considered. Fraser
probably would like this picture. A lot. 

Fire. It had turned from a gun to a mushroom cloud.

Sanctuary. The outstretched hands. They looked covered by frost.

He turned over the next three cards.

Spiritus Sanctii. A death camp.

The Slayer Born and Bred. Shadowed by flames.

The Seer. Managing to look terrified and serene all at once.

But wait...the card had changed. Retitled. The Higher...

He gasped, looking up at Turnbull. "Renfield..." He handed the cards
to the Seeker, and frowned. "Something's happened, hasn't it?" 

***

Fraser walked into the city, watching the girl play with Dief. Joe had
said she was Tom and Jamey's daughter. Or something. He wasn't sure he
believed that. Wasn't sure he could believe that. Still...she looked
like Tom. Like Marianne. Strangest of all, she seemed absolutely unafraid
of any of the traumatic events in her short life. Even now, with her
fathers missing and Jamey reported frozen, Nikko Florence Calhoun laughed
in the sunshine. 

It was very confusing.

He sighed, feeling the heaviness in his heart and mind at having abandoned
everyone and everything they had known without a moment's thought. 

He felt Ray's arms go around him from behind and the detective held him
in a tight embrace, resting his chin on Fraser's shoulder. "It'll be
ok," Ray whispered, smiling. He knew what was going on in his lover's
head right now. "They can take care of themselves." 

"I know. I'm just trying to understand what's going on."

Ray nuzzled closer, very desirous to run his tongue along the edge of
Fraser's oh-so-tempting ear and listen to the Mountie moan, but he resisted.
Instead he answered, "Two uber-demons are hagglin' over the world and
we're the trump cards, Benton buddy. We're what'll turn the tides for
either one." 

Fraser gripped Ray's arms. He was so warm. The Mountie leaned back against
his lover, enjoying the feel of those arms and those lips brushing against
his skin. Still, the nagging thought remained: What would become of the
world? 

***

"I'm going with you," Xander said, bluntly. He was carrying a sack of
stakes. "You can't go in alone." 

"But I'd do better with you?" Vecchio sneered. "Right. Not likely." 

"I worked with the Sunnydale Slayer for four years. With Turnbull for
one. And..." Xander sighed, biting his lower lip. "And I was a Slayer..."

Vecchio fixed him with a steady gaze that made the boy squirm.

"Sorta Slayer," he corrected. "Kinda."

***

Tom sat on the floor in the depths of Hell and wept in grief.

James.

Arms outstretched, lips parted, one foot poised up on the toe as he reached
for Tom. He couldn't look into the frosted, open eyes, the expression
on his face: joy, welcome, a painful secret lurking beneath the surface.

He'd been too excited to remember the words of the Spiritus Sanctii.
He had its power now and he had unleashed that power on the one being
he loved above all else. 

Stupid. He should've realized....

Could he be saved? Was he...gone? Dead for good?

Tom hugged his knees close. What good was all this? What good was anything
in the world if he couldn't wake up to that cranky, thoughtful, mischievous,
loving bastard in black leather every morning? 

No good at all.

***

"...was 'Cold as Ice.' I don't know who did it and I'm too lazy to sit
up and look at the CD, but here's 'California Dreaming' for the man with
the Riv." 

***

"Ok. I'll bite," Vecchio shot a glare at Xander as he drove the car and
hummed along with the radio. He couldn't remember the name of the station,
but it occurred to him it might be important. "How can you be a sort
of Slayer?" 

Xander let out a breath. "Oh...um. When Buffy...when she died, Giles
wasn't sure who had been called.." 

"Giles?"

"Her watcher. Anyway, he didn't know if the new Slayer would come to
Sunnydale, or what, and we're practically infested with demons. So, he..."
Xander shook his head. "He made me Slayer, and I went nuts 'cause I couldn't
take it." 

"Oh. Great."

***

He looked up when a pair of leather gloves hit him in the chest. "Wha-"

Adolph stared at him from a few feet away. "The primals made them for
you.. Spellcast gloves. So you can touch things without freezing them."
He looked at the frozen vampire. "He'll recover...I'm sure Prince Kowalski
can fix it..." 

Tom looked back at his knees, edge close to screaming. He felt Adolph
land next to him and claws held his shoulders. 

"Get up."

"Leave me alone, Adolph."

"Get. Up."

"What do you want from me?" demanded Tom. "Why do you suddenly give a
damn about me?" 

"Wyrm wants me dead. I'm a liability to him. Didn't he make that pact
with you? My own sister kills me and she'll win a soul?" 

"But what do /you/ want?"

The tiny demon squirmed a bit at Tom's insistent tone. He looked down,
away, anywhere but at his father. The selfishness of his own desire was
almost more than he could bear now that he had learned to care. 

"Adolph?"

"I don't want to die."

He stared at his son for a long moment, remembering that, like Nikko,
Adolph had been made to grow too rapidly. He never had a childhood. Or
a chance. 

Maybe he could give him one.

Not everything had to come true. He didn't /have/ to keep his promise.
God, what had he been thinking? Sacrificing one child for another. 

No. He was through working Wyrm's agenda, not when it came to his family.

He put on the gloves, casting one last look at James. He wanted to touch
the vampire's face, but was afraid. Instead, he turned to Adolph. "Come
on." 

***

Ray entered the radio station. "Can we call outside?"

"Huh?" Joe pulled the headphones off his ears, and looked up.

"Can we call outside?"

"I think so. Give it a shot..."

***

"They did WHAT?"

Sinclair cringed at the echoing bellow from the main office. The new
offices were not as comfortable as Warfield's headquarters, but at least
the stuffy and disapproving vampires had been left behind. Now they were
surrounded by primals of all sorts, loyal and strong demons. 

And the babies. The two babies captured from the Vecchio house. Sinclair
could not understand the silence coming from Vecchio. They had all expected
the Italian to come kick the door down.  Instead, nothing. It was highly
suspicious and it was driving D'Hoffryn insane not knowing. 

"Kill them! Kill them all! I don't care! I want them all destroyed, especially
the Seer and that disgusting spawn of his! Kill them!" 

He looked into the office. D'Hoffryn was panting heavily, still gripping
the phone he'd just slammed down. He was furious and Sinclair sufficed
as an audience. 

"Grissom is here! They all survived to serve Wyrm and he just turned
Higher! Now the Primals in Hell are following him like he's some rebel
leader! Damnit, if I had know this stupid little planet was going to
be so difficult I would never have used this form!" 

Sinclair winced. D'Hoffryn was a hard task master and very demanding.
Still, Sinclair had faith and hoped that faith would be enough to help
him survive whether the Primal Higher saw victory or defeat. 

D'Hoffryn snarled. "I'm going to Hell myself. I'll be back."

"Is that wise, sir?" Sinclair suddenly burst out. "If Grissom is higher,
isn't it feasible he's collecting power?" 

"I'll collect his."

***

"Wow. You'd think there'd be more guards," Xander looked at Vecchio.
"Y'know. I kinda took high security to be literal." 

"That'll teach you," Vecchio drove through the half opened gates and
winced as he heard the paint scratch. 

"Think they're dead?"

Vecchio shot Xander a glare. "Positive thinking. Ever hear of it?" He
sighed. "Wanna tell me what happened to Faith? And who the girl living
in my basement is?" 

"Not really."

"Tough. Talk."

"Later. Maybe."

***

Fraser approached the chapel cautiously. There was no door. The only
entrance was the shattered window and after considerable contemplation,
the Mountie hoisted himself up and entered the tiny gothic structure.
The stained glass was familiar. He even saw the figure of himself that
had appeared on the Tarot cards. How had Turnbull known? 

/Because I invaded his dreams./

"Wyrm..."

Wyrm was nowhere to be seen, but the voice seemed to be emanating from
a statue in the center of the room. Wyrm's representation, he assumed.
He approached it cautiously. 

***

Irene Vecchio sat on the sofa, her feet tucked beneath her as she curled
herself into a tight, lonely ball. She wanted her child, she wanted her
husband. She wanted her world back. None of her wishes were likely to
be granted, so instead she wished for company as she kept her lonely
vigil.  Stella was sleeping. The fight against the demons that had kidnapped
Ray Jr. and Sophia had drained her completely and she needed the rest.
Irene sighed. Life had been so wonderful since the wedding... 

Frannie appeared carrying two mugs of tea. "Lonely?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Me, too. Harding's at the precinct trying to keep the panic down. This
is so like something from the Twilight Zone." 

"I hated that show," said Irene, taking the tea.

"Me, too. Too scary. Almost truths."

Both women jumped when the phone rang. Frannie hesitated, then picked
it up. 

"Hello?"

"Frannie?" said an excited and happy voice.

"Ray?" she breathed.

***

"...and to all of Chicago from me, Joe D, just living up to my name,
folks, here's 'Invisible Sun' by the Police." 

***

D'Hoffryn entered the prison unchallenged and greeted by Mort alone.

"Where are they?"

The old reanimator, who for so many years had spent his spare time experimenting
unhindered here in the prison, looked nervously at the demon. 

"I don't know, my lord. I can't find them on any of the cameras. Two
things, though. The two Spiritus Sanctii have escaped." 

D'Hoffryn frowned. That was disturbing. They couldn't have done it alone.

"What else?"

"If you'll step to my office, I have something to show you that the cameras
DID pick up." 

"The Sabbat," smirked D'Hoffryn minutes later.

"He's frozen. It must have been the Spiritus."

"And he deliberately walked into it, I'm sure, given his past."

"Sir?" wondered Mort.

The demon shook his head. "He made a Spiritus Sanctii himself. All in
one night. In Chelmno." 

The old man stared speechlessly. D'Hoffryn smiled.

***

Xander was the first to find the frozen body.

"Someone's in there!" he whispered through clenched teeth. Vecchio looked
cautiously. The figure was familiar, unmoving, and the hall was ungodly
cold. 

"Jamey?" he whispered loudly. "Jamey! Calhoun!"

Nothing. Finally he edged forward, alert for whatever had managed to
stop the Sabbat, quite literally, in his tracks. He stared when he realized
what had been done to the vampire. Calhoun looked about to speak, every
strand of hair glinting with frost. 

"Whoa!" exclaimed Xander, awed. "He's doing the Han Solo without the
carbonite!" He touched Calhoun's jacket. A bit of the black leather crumbled
off in icy dust. "Uh oh..." 

Vecchio slapped his hand away. "That's a Versace! Hands off!" Then he
looked Calhoun up and down. "This isn't good." 

"What can freeze-dry a vampire?" asked Xander, trying to keep his voice
even. He was very nearly successful. 

"They've got a Spiritus Sanctii here. Maybe it got out."

Xander looked around in a panic, not sure what a Spiritus Sanctii was
and not too keen on finding out. "Maybe they keep it here!" 

Impatient now, Vecchio cast him a look. "In the hall?"

"Oh."

"Come on. Let's go find Grissom and see if we can't defrost the Good
Humor Man here." 

***

"Him." Adolph pointed at the imprisoned Swiss Fish, and Tom nodded. "Just...concentrate
and all will be well." 

Tom nodded again, moving to stand in front of the fish person. "Adolph?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"What happens when Wyrm finds out we've betrayed him as well?"

The bestial face scrunched up as the demon considered. "He'll destroy
us." 

Tom nodded. There wasn't much he could say to that.

He reached out his hands, letting the fish man bite into him, and waited.

***

Nikko stepped in front of her brother. "Adam? Will you do a reading for
me?" 

He looked up at her, at once little envious that she had matured so swiftly
and relieved that he was being given a second childhood. She was very
sweet, kind and gentle like Tom and how Marianne must have been, but
with James' drive. 

He spread the Tarot cards out, indulging her.

The first card he turned over was Death. He continued, telling himself
this was just a whim, nothing serious. 

The second card was identical to the first.

And the third. Alarmed, the demon child spread the cards out.

All the cards were identical. Death, with a picture of his brother Adolph
screaming. 

"SEEKER!"

***

Joe had grown bored of eavesdropping on half of Ray's conversation with
some chick named Frannie and had decided it was time to torture the recently
arrived Fraser Sr. with some disco when the decanter, the werewolf, Cat
Woman and a gray-skinned Moloch/Enthos yard ape came into the studio
at a dead run and almost tackled Kowalski. Joe and Fraser watched with
interest as they swarmed around the vampire, all of them talking at once.

No disco  Not now. This called for something a bit stronger. Time for
the concert version of 'Psycho Killer.' 

***

"The Seer has betrayed me." Wyrm hissed at Fraser. The Slayer circled
the statue on the altar, not entirely sure why he had come here in the
first place. Had he been called? "I gave him power, and he betrayed me.
My son has betrayed me. I gave him life, and he turned his back on me."

"How have they betrayed you?"

Wyrm snorted. "The Seer gathers power. He plans to protect his son from
me. He'll fail." 

***

"This one goes out to the little Nazi Rock Troll: 'Backstabbers.'" 

***

He'd gathered poison blood, freeze touch and something he wasn't quite
sure about from a Serpentine. Adolph had insisted it was important. Now
he was ready to go. 

He wasn't sure what he needed to do. He just knew he needed to stop both
Wyrm and D'Hoffren. The primals would help, he knew they would. 

Suddenly Adolph's grip tightened in his. "Daddy...?"

"What? What's wrong?"

"Father..." There was fear in his voice.

***

Frannie looked at Irene as the connection was suddenly cut off. The ground
rumbled, and she fell painfully to her knees. "Oh God...what's happening?"

"I don't know..."

They heard Maria scream and shouts from her children. Frannie hurried
to the door. "Get outside! All of you! Come on, Irene! We're getting
out of here! Tony, get Ma!" 

***

Alarmed voices rose all around him as Ray lost the connection to Frannie.
They hadn't gotten much further than hello. Damn. At least everyone was
okay and Vecchio was trying to track down Tom. Good. Okay. They'd be
alright so long as D'Hoffryn didn't try to get cute. 

/Quiet!/

Joe glared and Ray jumped, but no one else heard Bob Fraser's shout.

"Preachin' to the choir, pops," muttered Joe.

Finally Ray got them all to pipe down and he looked to his father first.

"Aja, what's up?"

"Your uncle. Adolph. Wyrm is going to kill him!"

Ray brooded. And this was bad...how?

"Prince Kowalski," said Turnbull as Ray hesitated, "he's been instrumental
in our fight these past few days. He guided me and allowed Jamey to go
after Tom when he vanished. We can't abandon him." 

Couldn't they? He guessed not.

"Okay. We - "

He broke off, looking around. "Where's Fraser?"

/Right here, Yank./

"Not you, yer kid."

Joe D smirked and fished out another CD. "Anybody here like Stone Temple
Pilots? Oh, and just so you know, the Scaled One is right royally pissed
at the turncoat Tom Cat." 

Turnbull understood. "The chapel! Wyrm is there! He said we could alwaysfind
him there." 

"Shit! I can't go outside! Canada, you and Turnbull get over there now!
Stop Fraser from doin' something too stupid!" 

***

Fraser had had enough. Enough of Wyrm's trickery and D'Hoffren's back
stabbing cruelty. Perhaps it was time to go his own way for now. Not
follow either of them. No one had ever said he had to. 

He looked at Wyrm's statue, and was about to tell him this when he felt
a shift in the atmosphere of the chapel. The slight breeze was gone and
it was a little darker. As if the window - 

It was no longer shattered.

***

Vecchio stumbled in the hallway, catching himself on Xander's arm. "What
the hell was that?" 

"Felt like a quake," Xander's voice trembled. They both stumbled as another
one hit. "D'Hoffren?" 

"Wyrm. Has to be."

***

Adolph caught his father before he fell. "Adolph, what's happening?"

"The city...My father..." Adolph sputtered, helplessly.

And Tom understood. Wyrm was destroying his terrarium. "Oh God..." 

***

"This little ditty goes out to Chicago. "It's the End of the World" by
REM." 

***

Streets crumbled under people as they ran, or tried to drive. The sun
was suddenly and completely blacked out. 

Chicago was dying. And there was nothing they could do.

Standing in the control center of Hell, D'Hoffryn paused. An instant
later, the earth began to shake as Chicago's lease on fantasy expired
and reality came crashing down. The walls were crumbling and he knew
exactly how. 

Wyrm had pulled the plug.

Damnit, this was happening too soon. Damn Prince Kowalski for fleeing
and damn the Slayers in all their forms. He needed time. 

He needed Prince Kowalski. Now. In his hold.

For the first time, D'Hoffryn was having his doubts. He had come before
he'd been ready, before all the pieces were in place. He hadn't anticipated
some of their actions, especially his enemy's... 

Damn.

There was only one thing for it.

He had to go to Wyrm to end this. He had to go to the Necropolis that
Wyrm had secreted in the pages of the Necronomicon Kowalski was already
there. He had the children. He could use them to force Kowalski's hand.
And if he had the Mounted Slayer... 

A slow smile touched the Higher's lips. It was not a pleasant sight.
Mort shuddered, chilled to his weary old bones as the quake shook the
prison.