There you go this should answer a few questions

Bx
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Buffy came to the side of the house and seeing the light on downstairs tapped on the small window that lead to the underground of the Summer’s house. She’d wanted to just burst through the front door but the truth was she needed information and tools if she was going to go into this. After her run in with Willow, who though powerful at the time was only a witch hopped on dark magic power, she knew she couldn’t just face another spellcaster head on and not expect someone to die. She tapped harder when the form of Anya sorting out laundry with a scowl on her face didn’t seem to notice her.
“Buffy?”
The voice slightly behind her made the Slayer jump. Tara smiled at her from her place leaning against the side of the front of the house
“Tara!” Buffy jumped and turned. “Oh my God how did you do that. What are you doing out of bed?” She questioned worried.
“I’ve not been to bed.” Tara replied. “I was resting on the porch, I asked Dawnie to help me out here before insisting she went to bed.” Tara explained. “And as for how I got here-here.” She pointed to the spot where she leaned. “Hard work.” She smiled again. “Which may be about to back fire on me.” She admitted suddenly looking slightly wobbly.
“I got you.” Buffy moved over to help her stand.
“What’s wrong Buffy?” Tara said instantly leaning into the offered support. “I can see that something is wrong, your I don’t know what, is off.”
“It’s nothing you need to worry about.” Buffy tried to cover. “Why don’t we get you back up on the porch?”
“Buffy please.” Tara took a firmer grip on Buffy’s supporting arm. “My body is weak right now and my memories might be few but I’m not blind or stupid.”
“Okay, I have reason to believe that Xander has been kidnapped and well some suggestion that Madalene is not really who she says she is.” Buffy kept her voice low and they stayed sheltered at the side of the house.
“What?” Tara staggered back into Buffy’s arms a little.
“Some mage named Maladic is in town, rumour seems to think it’s her.” Buffy tried to explain.
“Buffy no, they’re wrong, Madalene isn’t hiding anything from you.” She shook her head.
“Tara, I really want to believe that but how do you know?” Buffy questioned.
“Because she helped me.” Tara whispered her voice shaking a little.
“Helped you how?” Buffy jumped on it immediately. “In some way other than I know of?” She wasn’t comforted when Tara shook her head.
“Buffy if it wasn’t for her then I wouldn’t be here. I’d be...” The blonde shivered and dropped heavier into Buffy’s arms.
“I know, I know.” Buffy held her tight. “I don’t want to think this but I have disappearing snake men and rumours and that’s why I wanted to talk to Anya.”
“I could get her.” Tara blinked up at Buffy.
“How?” Buffy questioned confused.
“I’m not sure I can but…” Tara replied and then closed her eyes. *Anya?*
“Ok so don’t try that again in a hurry little miss recovering witch.” Anya’s form appeared beside the pair and the demon gave Tara a kind scowl.
“And I thought slayer powers were good.” Buffy smiled softly.
“Hey I’m not knocking the slayers powers.” Tara opened her eyes and smiled at the Slayer before slumping against her harder. “Because I imagine that every time you do something you don’t have the sudden need to fall over like I do.” She joked softly.
“I got you.” Buffy held her in place. “Anya, do you know of someone called Maladic?” She questioned the demon immediately.
“Look this is al fine and dandy...” Anya began her rant to be cut off by Buffy. “Maladic the Mage?” The demon’s eyes widened.
“Exactly.” Buffy nodded.
“Oh yes, I know Maladic. Well more I know of Maladic.” She nodded.
“Okay well this might seem like an odd question...” Buffy poised it softly feeling bad for her doubts. “Could Madalene be Maladic?”
Anya looked between Buffy and Tara for a moment and then coughed and then again looked between the pair before tipping her head back and laughing.
“Have you fried your slayer brain?” She said through her laughter.
“I’m serious Anya.” Buffy scowled. “I need to know.”
“Oh believe me so am I.” Anya chuckled.
“Then tell me why it’s not her.” Buffy glared at the demon.
“Maladic the Mage is over two hundred years old and HE is a gnarly, warty ugly thing.” Anya shivered and gave a look of disgust.
“Couldn’t he just be posing as Madalene? The rumour is big mage in town is staying with me.” Buffy bit back not appreciating Anya’s condescending stance on her valid questions. “And the only mage I have is her so I’m left with limited options.”
“No absolutely no chance.” Anya shook her head.
“Then I don’t understand it, the snake boy at Willy’s was going on about how I have a whole breeding stock of witches and that Maladic would have his due.” Buffy tried to think.
“Oh no you see that makes sense.” Anya smiled. “Maladic the Mage has a Contoric staff, it’s a very big ugly thing, like him, that is the source of his power.”
“Which means?” Buffy felt completely confused.
“He uses it to harvest Magic. Willow’s recent adventure with power, may have drawn him here.” The demon contemplated.
“Okay so where do I find him and how do I kill him?” Buffy got to the point.
“I don’t know.” Anya shrugged. “To the finding him part, the killing part is easy.” Buffy waited for more information but it came from another source.
“Break the staff.” Tara offered with a small shrug.
“Bingo, prize to the attractive blue eyed witch.” Anya rewarded Tara with a large smile.
“Anya can you orb to Xander?” Buffy didn’t smile with the others. “Or better bring me to him?”
“How can I orb to him when I don’t know where he is.” Anya put her hand on her hip and stared at Buffy.
“It was a hope...” The Slayer frowned. “Cause I think some of Maladic’s goons took him.” She was surprised when again Anya only laughed.
“Maladic took Xander!” She snorted loudly. “Did you not hear the speech about how he gathers witches and drains them? He doesn’t gather cowards to chastise them, though it would be nice if he did.” She added thoughtfully.
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