The witch woke up suddenly. She had expected an attack, but one had yet
to come. Still, she had wards against the approach of any magical
attack. She would at least have warning.

*Aaaammmmyyy*

She rose, and picked up the power-capture crystal.

"Rosenberg...bound!"

But Willow was nowhere in sight, so she attributed it to nerves and went back to sleep.

*AAAAAAAmmmmyyyyyyyyy!!!*

Despite random gesturing for poltergeists, demons and varied magic entities, Amy found no power behind the seeming wail.

"Who's there?"

She didn't care. She could keep Willow at a safe distance. And she really wasn't scared by anyone this side of Hecate.

*This is Hecate, Aaaaaaaammmmyyy.*

Amy gulped. This would tend to explain why she couldn't banish or locate the voice.

"What does thee desire of thy servant, O Hecate?"

*In The Name Of The Moon, I Will Punish You*

"Errrr...is this about the recent hex?"

*Verily, I Say Thee Nay, And What Is More, I Say Thee Never! For three years, you remained as a user of my continual power of change. You've Had Your Way. Now You Must Pay.*

Amy was stunned.

"Three years? But I was a rat! I was helpless to break the link."

*Mortal concerns are not mine, Aaaaammmyyy!!*

"Wait. Is this really Hecate?"

*I know what you keep in your dresser, Amy. I know what you do with it. Why do you use devices instead of seeking natural release?*

"Should-should I begin seeking it now?"

*Do so. If your offering should please me, I will contact you again, and grant you such power as will turn an entire building into merest popcorn.*

Gingerly, Amy checked the doors and windows, and turned on the radio. It would be a long night.

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When they were about two miles away, Kennedy burst out laughing.

"Oh, man! No wonder she loves you. That was priceless. How'd you get Amy so good?"

Xander shrugged.

"Da Nada. She's a skittish magic addict with a vicious streak. She's so paranoid, I bet I could have had her 'seeking release' on the dorm's front lawn."

Kennedy held the odd emblem-shaped radio.

"What is this thing?"

Xander took it back.

"Its an old Transformers Voice-Changer. Willow altered it a while ago to catch signals from cordless phones and transmit as well. We were hoping to use it against the Mayor. But it worked well against our pal Amy. Nobody messes with Willow while Harris is breathing. Even if she did break several oaths about the Underoos. Sokay though. I have the Dreaded Pretzel Rod Incident. Not pretty."

Kennedy snickered.

"I am gonna walk up to Amy tomorrow and say a nice sarcastic Hiya. Bet she hasn't had an ounce of sleep."

Xander nodded.

"Do whatever you want. Just--don't shake her hand."