Title: Black As Midnight
Author: eena_angel2001
Email: igrewal@sfu.ca or eena_angel@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: HP/BTVS/ATS
Pairing: Willow/Oliver Wood, Dawn/Draco, others undetermined.
Disclaimer: Rowlings owns HP. Whedon owns BTVS.
Spoilers: Up to Season Seven for BTVS, but before Willow comes back. GOF for HP.
Summary: A new evil rises, transcending the line between Muggle and Wizarding Worlds, and forcing our heroes to join if they wish to survive.
Notes: This is an AU Season Seven fic.
1) Willow did not kill Warren, though Tara did die and she did go to England with Giles. Warren is dead for this fic, but I'm still working out how.
2) Fred and Gunn never dated in this fic.
Prologue
***Istanbul, Turkey***
She ran.
They were behind her, gaining speed and bearing down on her fast.
And so she ran.
But the problem was, she had no where to run to. It had come out of the blue, a surprise attack that blindsided her and her companion. He was now dead, still lying in a pool of his own blood in his apartment. She had found him, and then they had found her. Barely had she been able to make it out of there. And now she ran as if Hell itself were at her heels.
She could hear them behind her, laughing at her panicked escape. Their laughter was like painful screeches to her ears, causing her to wince and run harder. But still, they were right behind her.
She ran into a blind alley, banging on doors left and right. But no one would open their doors. No one would dare. They all knew evil was out tonight and though they pitied the girl outside, they would not risk opening their doors.
She was alone.
A blind terror gripped her senses, causing her to stumble down the alley faster. She came to a wall, skidding to a stop. Frantically, she spun around, looking for escape. They were too close now, she would never make it.
But still, the instinct for survival drove her and she made another attempt to flee. She grabbed at the nearest drainpipe, trying to climb up to the roofs for safety.
But there was one waiting for her up there. And down on the ground. She looked up into the white mask of her tormentor, choking on her own sobs. She heard him chuckle, before giving her a push off the drainpipe.
She fell straight to the floor, pain shooting up her back as soon as she landed. Her vision spun for a moment, leaving her disoriented for a few seconds. By the time she recovered, they had encircled her.
She gave one last pitiful plea for her life, one that was laughed off. She saw the knife being produced through the folds of the robes, fear increasing to an unbelievable level. She felt hands grip her, holding her in place as the knife wielder drew closer.
She shut her eyes and sent a mental apology to her mother.
The knife cut through her, leaving horrible pain in its wake. She felt her own blood spill out, leaving a warm trail over her pinned arms. They were still laughing as she started to fade from this world. Her head rolled to the side and she was still.
Then her eyes flashed open and the words left her mouth:
"He casts the world into darkness."
*****
***Sunnydale, USA***
A strangled cry broke from her lips, fear sending her shooting up in bed. Her eyes opened and she stared at her room in confusion as she tried to regain her breath.
She pressed a hand to her forehead, feeling the sweat there. Her temples throbbed as the images from her dream flashed before her eyes. A girl, murdered in a dark alley. And the chilling last words, seemingly spoken to the dreamer.
He casts the world into darkness. Who was he?
Buffy Summers shook her head, climbing out of bed gingerly. Her head was still swimming from the sights of her dream, her dry throat demanding water. She made her way down to the kitchen, treading silently past her sister's door.
Once downstairs, her eyes traveled to the phone, a desire coming over her. To call Giles, to tell him everything she had dreamt of. But it was early afternoon in England. Giles wouldn't be back from the Council until much later.
She would just have to wait until then.
*****
***London, England***
She stared out of the window, looking at the bright summer day before her. It was going to be one of the last. Fall was fast approaching, threatening to take the cheeriness of summer away. And then that way, the weather would match her mood.
Willow Rosenburg sighed, trying to enjoy the sight before her. Giles's house, right outside London, was a beautiful estate. Green grass and a tall handsome house, it was the perfect retreat.
But it wasn't enough to make her forget. She doubted that anything would ever make her forget the things that had happened to her. No, those memories would not leave her for a long time to come.
She let a sigh escape her lips, eyes flickering over the landscape. She didn't even flinch when the warm hands appeared at her waist, slowly making their way to her belly to clasp her in a hug. The head on her shoulder was also no surprise, the soft pieces of blonde hair
blown into her periphery no shock. Willow knew that she had these moments, when she was neither here nor there, but she always had her with her.
"Tara."
The name escaped her lips with a sigh, no longer elliciting tears from the redhead. There was no point in crying anymore. What's done is done, nothing to be changed about that.
"You sound troubled."
Willow briefly wondered whether her sanity was still intact. After all, she was conversing with her dead love, but then again, Willow wasn't the most normal person ever. Nor would she ever be normal again. No, that ship had sailed long ago.
"Something's coming," she finally whispered to the spectar of her girlfriend. "I can feel it in the air. It's like this heavy gas on the wind, trying to choke the life out of everything in its path. It's not right Tara."
"No, it's not," Tara sighed, pulling back from the redhead. Willow frowned at the loss of touch, turning to frown at the blonde.
"What's wrong?" she asked. Tara only gave her a sad smile.
"Besides the fact that you're talking with a dead person?" the blonde witch laughed. Willow frowned, not liking the uneasiness in her tone.
"Tara," she prompted. Her love sighed, closing her eyes in pain for a second.
"All lot of things are wrong Willow," Tara finally spoke. "And the most of it being you talking to me. You can't hide in here with me anymore baby."
"Why not?" Willow felt a tinge of panic. "I need to talk to you. I need to have something of you-"
"You need to move on," Tara interrupted. "And you need to do it fast Willow. You were right about a few things. There is something on the wind, something that's trying to destroy life. But you were wrong about one thing Willow."
"What's that?"
"It's not coming honey," Tara told her gravely. "It's not coming. It's already here."
*****
***Los Angeles, USA***
She wonder what made the sun so red this day.
The brunette sighed, shivering in the early morning chill. She should have had the common sense to bring a jacket with her, but no. She had left it inside. Her mind was telling her that she could simply go inside and get it, but her feet wouldn't move. Her eyes
remained on the sun, wondering what made it so red.
It reminded her of blood.
Winifred Burkle gave another shiver, but that one more resultant of her own thoughts than the temperature. Dark things had been filtering in and out of her head for the longest time now, making her fear down at her centre. Something wasn't right about the world. Something was wrong, something was very wrong.
And it was going to do some damage.
Fred shook her head, chalking it up to her bitterness from the last few days. The discovery of Connor's betrayal had hurt so bad, leaving a bad aftertaste in her mouth. She couldn't believe that he had led them on a wild goose chase for months, pretending to be
concerned for his father when he knew all along where Angel had been. Under the ocean, in a locked box, where Connor had put him.
And Cordelia was gone. That didn't sit well with her. All the disappearances and activites as of late didn't sit well with her. Something foul was in the air, but she couldn't figure out what.
She turned away from the blood red sun, turning back to the hotel doors when she heard Gunn call her name. He was worried about her no doubt, but he didn't know what was going on. He didn't feel the evil in the very earth itself, causing living things to rot and decay all over the place. He didn't notice how the sun looked like it was bleeding.
She did. And she didn't know why.
*****
***Sunnydale, USA***
She really thought Dawn hadn't heard her.
But she had. And she knew why. All those things were heavy on her mind as well.
The teenager sighed, rising up in her bed and officially giving up on sleep for the night. There was no point, she was getting no rest whatsoever. There was something bothering her, and it wasn't Tara like it had been for the past few months.
No, this worry was new. And it was bigger.
It was like this prickling on the back on her neck that made all her sense come to attention. An uneasy feeling that slowly entered her soul, causing her to be restless. And a little afraid.
She knew Buffy felt it too, knew her older sister was down there trying to shake off the feeling. But that wouldn't work. This feeling was here to stay. Until they did something about it.
Or something was done to them because of it. Either way, things weren't looking too good right now. And they felt downright bad. If they weren't careful, everything was going to be shot straight to hell.
She only wished she knew how to stop it.
*****
***Los Angeles, USA***
She was having those damn dreams again.
The brunette gave a growl, turning over in her bed as she tried to reclaim sleep. It wasn't working. Sleep wasn't coming to her. And it had nothing to do with the shitty-ass bed she was sleeping on or the loud snoring from her lumberjack of a cellmate.
No, the dreams were bugging her.
The Slayer named Faith finally gave up, open eyes staring at the ceiling. Outside, the sun was was rising. She didn't have to check to know it was red. Blood red, falling into line with all the things she was seeing in her head. Bad things, all lumbering up fast upon the unsuspecting people of the world. She didn't have to be a genius to figure out all those people were in for it.
Because this thing that was coming, it was coming for everyone. It was going to rip the world apart, and laugh at the chaos. It was very near, she felt like it was. Very very close. That is, if it wasn't already here yet.
Faith sighed, rolled over, and shut her eyes. She refused to think on it, to worry about it. After all, it's not like it was her problem.
The world wasn't her responsibility anymore.
*****
Author: eena_angel2001
Email: igrewal@sfu.ca or eena_angel@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: HP/BTVS/ATS
Pairing: Willow/Oliver Wood, Dawn/Draco, others undetermined.
Disclaimer: Rowlings owns HP. Whedon owns BTVS.
Spoilers: Up to Season Seven for BTVS, but before Willow comes back. GOF for HP.
Summary: A new evil rises, transcending the line between Muggle and Wizarding Worlds, and forcing our heroes to join if they wish to survive.
Notes: This is an AU Season Seven fic.
1) Willow did not kill Warren, though Tara did die and she did go to England with Giles. Warren is dead for this fic, but I'm still working out how.
2) Fred and Gunn never dated in this fic.
Prologue
***Istanbul, Turkey***
She ran.
They were behind her, gaining speed and bearing down on her fast.
And so she ran.
But the problem was, she had no where to run to. It had come out of the blue, a surprise attack that blindsided her and her companion. He was now dead, still lying in a pool of his own blood in his apartment. She had found him, and then they had found her. Barely had she been able to make it out of there. And now she ran as if Hell itself were at her heels.
She could hear them behind her, laughing at her panicked escape. Their laughter was like painful screeches to her ears, causing her to wince and run harder. But still, they were right behind her.
She ran into a blind alley, banging on doors left and right. But no one would open their doors. No one would dare. They all knew evil was out tonight and though they pitied the girl outside, they would not risk opening their doors.
She was alone.
A blind terror gripped her senses, causing her to stumble down the alley faster. She came to a wall, skidding to a stop. Frantically, she spun around, looking for escape. They were too close now, she would never make it.
But still, the instinct for survival drove her and she made another attempt to flee. She grabbed at the nearest drainpipe, trying to climb up to the roofs for safety.
But there was one waiting for her up there. And down on the ground. She looked up into the white mask of her tormentor, choking on her own sobs. She heard him chuckle, before giving her a push off the drainpipe.
She fell straight to the floor, pain shooting up her back as soon as she landed. Her vision spun for a moment, leaving her disoriented for a few seconds. By the time she recovered, they had encircled her.
She gave one last pitiful plea for her life, one that was laughed off. She saw the knife being produced through the folds of the robes, fear increasing to an unbelievable level. She felt hands grip her, holding her in place as the knife wielder drew closer.
She shut her eyes and sent a mental apology to her mother.
The knife cut through her, leaving horrible pain in its wake. She felt her own blood spill out, leaving a warm trail over her pinned arms. They were still laughing as she started to fade from this world. Her head rolled to the side and she was still.
Then her eyes flashed open and the words left her mouth:
"He casts the world into darkness."
*****
***Sunnydale, USA***
A strangled cry broke from her lips, fear sending her shooting up in bed. Her eyes opened and she stared at her room in confusion as she tried to regain her breath.
She pressed a hand to her forehead, feeling the sweat there. Her temples throbbed as the images from her dream flashed before her eyes. A girl, murdered in a dark alley. And the chilling last words, seemingly spoken to the dreamer.
He casts the world into darkness. Who was he?
Buffy Summers shook her head, climbing out of bed gingerly. Her head was still swimming from the sights of her dream, her dry throat demanding water. She made her way down to the kitchen, treading silently past her sister's door.
Once downstairs, her eyes traveled to the phone, a desire coming over her. To call Giles, to tell him everything she had dreamt of. But it was early afternoon in England. Giles wouldn't be back from the Council until much later.
She would just have to wait until then.
*****
***London, England***
She stared out of the window, looking at the bright summer day before her. It was going to be one of the last. Fall was fast approaching, threatening to take the cheeriness of summer away. And then that way, the weather would match her mood.
Willow Rosenburg sighed, trying to enjoy the sight before her. Giles's house, right outside London, was a beautiful estate. Green grass and a tall handsome house, it was the perfect retreat.
But it wasn't enough to make her forget. She doubted that anything would ever make her forget the things that had happened to her. No, those memories would not leave her for a long time to come.
She let a sigh escape her lips, eyes flickering over the landscape. She didn't even flinch when the warm hands appeared at her waist, slowly making their way to her belly to clasp her in a hug. The head on her shoulder was also no surprise, the soft pieces of blonde hair
blown into her periphery no shock. Willow knew that she had these moments, when she was neither here nor there, but she always had her with her.
"Tara."
The name escaped her lips with a sigh, no longer elliciting tears from the redhead. There was no point in crying anymore. What's done is done, nothing to be changed about that.
"You sound troubled."
Willow briefly wondered whether her sanity was still intact. After all, she was conversing with her dead love, but then again, Willow wasn't the most normal person ever. Nor would she ever be normal again. No, that ship had sailed long ago.
"Something's coming," she finally whispered to the spectar of her girlfriend. "I can feel it in the air. It's like this heavy gas on the wind, trying to choke the life out of everything in its path. It's not right Tara."
"No, it's not," Tara sighed, pulling back from the redhead. Willow frowned at the loss of touch, turning to frown at the blonde.
"What's wrong?" she asked. Tara only gave her a sad smile.
"Besides the fact that you're talking with a dead person?" the blonde witch laughed. Willow frowned, not liking the uneasiness in her tone.
"Tara," she prompted. Her love sighed, closing her eyes in pain for a second.
"All lot of things are wrong Willow," Tara finally spoke. "And the most of it being you talking to me. You can't hide in here with me anymore baby."
"Why not?" Willow felt a tinge of panic. "I need to talk to you. I need to have something of you-"
"You need to move on," Tara interrupted. "And you need to do it fast Willow. You were right about a few things. There is something on the wind, something that's trying to destroy life. But you were wrong about one thing Willow."
"What's that?"
"It's not coming honey," Tara told her gravely. "It's not coming. It's already here."
*****
***Los Angeles, USA***
She wonder what made the sun so red this day.
The brunette sighed, shivering in the early morning chill. She should have had the common sense to bring a jacket with her, but no. She had left it inside. Her mind was telling her that she could simply go inside and get it, but her feet wouldn't move. Her eyes
remained on the sun, wondering what made it so red.
It reminded her of blood.
Winifred Burkle gave another shiver, but that one more resultant of her own thoughts than the temperature. Dark things had been filtering in and out of her head for the longest time now, making her fear down at her centre. Something wasn't right about the world. Something was wrong, something was very wrong.
And it was going to do some damage.
Fred shook her head, chalking it up to her bitterness from the last few days. The discovery of Connor's betrayal had hurt so bad, leaving a bad aftertaste in her mouth. She couldn't believe that he had led them on a wild goose chase for months, pretending to be
concerned for his father when he knew all along where Angel had been. Under the ocean, in a locked box, where Connor had put him.
And Cordelia was gone. That didn't sit well with her. All the disappearances and activites as of late didn't sit well with her. Something foul was in the air, but she couldn't figure out what.
She turned away from the blood red sun, turning back to the hotel doors when she heard Gunn call her name. He was worried about her no doubt, but he didn't know what was going on. He didn't feel the evil in the very earth itself, causing living things to rot and decay all over the place. He didn't notice how the sun looked like it was bleeding.
She did. And she didn't know why.
*****
***Sunnydale, USA***
She really thought Dawn hadn't heard her.
But she had. And she knew why. All those things were heavy on her mind as well.
The teenager sighed, rising up in her bed and officially giving up on sleep for the night. There was no point, she was getting no rest whatsoever. There was something bothering her, and it wasn't Tara like it had been for the past few months.
No, this worry was new. And it was bigger.
It was like this prickling on the back on her neck that made all her sense come to attention. An uneasy feeling that slowly entered her soul, causing her to be restless. And a little afraid.
She knew Buffy felt it too, knew her older sister was down there trying to shake off the feeling. But that wouldn't work. This feeling was here to stay. Until they did something about it.
Or something was done to them because of it. Either way, things weren't looking too good right now. And they felt downright bad. If they weren't careful, everything was going to be shot straight to hell.
She only wished she knew how to stop it.
*****
***Los Angeles, USA***
She was having those damn dreams again.
The brunette gave a growl, turning over in her bed as she tried to reclaim sleep. It wasn't working. Sleep wasn't coming to her. And it had nothing to do with the shitty-ass bed she was sleeping on or the loud snoring from her lumberjack of a cellmate.
No, the dreams were bugging her.
The Slayer named Faith finally gave up, open eyes staring at the ceiling. Outside, the sun was was rising. She didn't have to check to know it was red. Blood red, falling into line with all the things she was seeing in her head. Bad things, all lumbering up fast upon the unsuspecting people of the world. She didn't have to be a genius to figure out all those people were in for it.
Because this thing that was coming, it was coming for everyone. It was going to rip the world apart, and laugh at the chaos. It was very near, she felt like it was. Very very close. That is, if it wasn't already here yet.
Faith sighed, rolled over, and shut her eyes. She refused to think on it, to worry about it. After all, it's not like it was her problem.
The world wasn't her responsibility anymore.
*****
