"Giles have you seen Buffy?" Willow asked him, as he came out of his office to see what is wrong.
"N - No I haven't. I'm sure she is around... Somewhere," Giles responded.
"I think somethings happened to her. I mean she was supposed to meet us at the Bronze after her patrols but, she never showed,"
Willow explained. She looked very concerned.
"Maybe she didn't feel like going and went home," Giles suggested. He didn't want to jump to any conclusions.
"Giles this *is* Buffy we're talking about. Party girl. She would never miss a night at the only place in town to party," Xander
countered.
"Plus Buffy would never say she was going to meet us and then not show," Cordelia added.
"You're right. Willow call her house and ask Mrs. Summers if you can talk to Buffy to see if she is home. Xander, Cordelia and
Oz - think of places we can check to see if she is there..." Giles stopped as Raksha came in carrying Buffy.
"My God. What happened?" Oz exclaimed.
Raksha laid Buffy on top of a table. "She had a run in with Angelus. He was going to kill her before I stopped him."
"You know Angel?" Willow asked.
"Yeah. We go way back. I'll explain later. I need to work on the Slayer before she dies," Raksha answered quickly.
"Xander go get the first aide kit," Giles ordered. He had just overcame the shock.
"No. I don't need that. Do you have any holy water?" Raksha asked.
"Yes. Of course," Giles answered. He looked very puzzled.
"Will you please bring me some Xander?" Raksha asked remembering his name. She took a crystal, that she wore on a chain, off
of her neck and placed it in the middle of Buffy's stomach.
"Here you go," Xander said. He handed her a vial of the water. Giles always kept several around, which meant frequent trips to
the local cathedral.
Raksha began poured it on the places where Buffy was badly injured. Then she held her hands over Buffy. Blue light streamed
from her hands to the crystal. In the crystal the light split into many beams and streamed out to the places on Buffy's body here
she had poured the holy water. Buffy's injuries instantly healed.
"Wow," Xander and Oz exclaimed at the same time.
"She will wake up in a few minutes. Her own metabolism will take care of her minor abrasions and other less serious things like
bruises. She will probably be really sore and a bit weak but otherwise she'll be fine," Raksha told the others.
"Ya know you could make a lot of money doing that," Xander joked. "By the way how did you do that?"
"Magic. I've picked up a lot of things in five thousand years," Raksha answered.
"Who are you?" Giles asked finally regaining the ability to talk.
"My name is Raksha. I'll explain every thing else when Buffy wakes up. It's a long story. I don't want to have to repeat it,"
Raksha answered.
"Demon?" Giles asked. She didn't look like any demon to him. With her long black, wavy hair, smooth tan, and curvy figure. She
looked angelic, with her violet eyes. Of course Angelus looks angelic, according to women, and look what he is.
"Yes. That is what my name means," Raksha answered, adverting her eyes.
Giles went the table where Buffy lays still unconscious and retrieved what was left of the holy water. He went over to where
Raksha stood and grabbedher hand. He then poured the holy water on her. Where the water fell, her hand smoked.
"Done with your little experiment yet?" Raksha asked. She had not even flinched from the pain of the burns.
"You are a demon. Why did you willingly help the Slayer?" Giles asked.
"Most *demon hunters* are *demons*," Raksha answered .
"Demon hunter?!" Buffy exclaimed, having just woke up. "What?"