Summary: A group of friends gather to say goodbye in an unusual way.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters portrayed here, they remain the property of their respective owners/creators.
Rating: PG-13, for themes.
Time Frame: Five days after the confrontation with Glory in "The Gift." (spoilers).
Archiving: Be my guest, but e-mail me (eilandesq@aol.com) to let me know. . .I like to know where stuff I write ends up and I might want to see what else you've got.
LETTERS
Prologue
It was just after dark in the Oakwood cemetery, where very few people would be foolhardy enough to be at a time when vampires were free to roam about and add to the all to many graves neatly lined up on the grass and beneath the trees. The medium sized group of figures walking towards a grave nestled beneath a small group of willow trees was not challenged, however, and they reached their destination without any unexpected delays.
Willow, standing at the front of the group, turned to Giles and nodded, and the Watcher walked forward and placed the brass receptacle that he had been carrying with infinite care onto the grave itself, pausing a brief instant to read the inscription on the tombstone again before quietly turning and returning to the rest of the group.
Willow smiled at Giles, then nodded to Tara, and the two witches stepped forward, walking to opposite sides of the grave, then walking in a circle, scattering colored sand and chanting softly in Greek. At the moment they completed the circle, the receptacle flashed brightly, then faded, though a soft white glow remained around it. Tara stepped back, and Willow reached into her sweater and pulled out a sealed envelope, which she placed carefully in the receptacle before turning, nodding at the others, and stepping back, careful not to disturb the circle.
One by one, the others carefully stepped forward and placed their own sealed envelopes in the receptacle, then stepped aside for the next person in line to do the same. Dawn, her eyes still dull and her body visibly thinner from the aftermath of the confrontation with Glory, went last, and a tear fell from her eye and landed on the grave before she turned and rejoined the others.
Willow smiled sadly at Dawn, then nodded to Tara, and the two witches stepped forward and knelt in front of the circle and began chanting again, this time in Latin. They continued for five minutes, then stopped, and when they finished there was a moment of absolute silence.
. . .to be continued
As always, comments are welcomed and desired
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters portrayed here, they remain the property of their respective owners/creators.
Rating: PG-13, for themes.
Time Frame: Five days after the confrontation with Glory in "The Gift." (spoilers).
Archiving: Be my guest, but e-mail me (eilandesq@aol.com) to let me know. . .I like to know where stuff I write ends up and I might want to see what else you've got.
LETTERS
Prologue
It was just after dark in the Oakwood cemetery, where very few people would be foolhardy enough to be at a time when vampires were free to roam about and add to the all to many graves neatly lined up on the grass and beneath the trees. The medium sized group of figures walking towards a grave nestled beneath a small group of willow trees was not challenged, however, and they reached their destination without any unexpected delays.
Willow, standing at the front of the group, turned to Giles and nodded, and the Watcher walked forward and placed the brass receptacle that he had been carrying with infinite care onto the grave itself, pausing a brief instant to read the inscription on the tombstone again before quietly turning and returning to the rest of the group.
Willow smiled at Giles, then nodded to Tara, and the two witches stepped forward, walking to opposite sides of the grave, then walking in a circle, scattering colored sand and chanting softly in Greek. At the moment they completed the circle, the receptacle flashed brightly, then faded, though a soft white glow remained around it. Tara stepped back, and Willow reached into her sweater and pulled out a sealed envelope, which she placed carefully in the receptacle before turning, nodding at the others, and stepping back, careful not to disturb the circle.
One by one, the others carefully stepped forward and placed their own sealed envelopes in the receptacle, then stepped aside for the next person in line to do the same. Dawn, her eyes still dull and her body visibly thinner from the aftermath of the confrontation with Glory, went last, and a tear fell from her eye and landed on the grave before she turned and rejoined the others.
Willow smiled sadly at Dawn, then nodded to Tara, and the two witches stepped forward and knelt in front of the circle and began chanting again, this time in Latin. They continued for five minutes, then stopped, and when they finished there was a moment of absolute silence.
. . .to be continued
As always, comments are welcomed and desired