"Can we use rats' eyes?"

"No rats' eyes," Dawn said, trying to focus.

"How about… goat liver?" Spike inquired, holding a jar of liquid and floaty chunks.

"No goat liver. Would you please sit? You're distracting me."

"Sorr-ee," Spike set the jar down. "…Can't we use rats' eyes?"

"What is your fetish for rats' eyes?!"

He'd broken her concentration - again!

"They taste good."

"Yuck! Sit down and stop being a brat."

Spike sighed heavily, sitting down. "Fine. I'm good. What's next on your witchy list?"

"Sandalwood, salt… blah, blah, blah… r-"

Dawn couldn't believe what she was reading.

"…Rat's eyes."


"This is unbelievable," Anya muttered, rummaging through the shop supplies.

No one was around, so she could take whatever weapons or spells she needed to fight the evil.

Unfortunately, magic wouldn't work. She'd seen powerful warlocks cast tremendous spells, but nothing effected the creatures.

"Because they're evil," Anya said aloud, tucking daggers into her pockets. "Pure. Concentrated. Evil."

To make matters worse, the Scoobies were completely oblivious to the danger. They had to be under a spell.

It was up to her.

Anya picked up a sword and headed out to fight the demons.

"Those rabbits' cottony asses are mine!"