"The Battle Begins"
Author: Jewelle
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the creators of BTVS and DA.
Summary: A BTVS/Dark Angel crossover. The First Evil is being summoned, and Buffy, Faith and Max are captured by the Bringers. It's Spike and Alec to the rescue. The biggest battle of their lives is starting to begin. (Alternate Universe) M/A! B/S!
A/N: This is mostly AU! Hope you enjoy!!! Oh, and I might've mixed up some of the names of the Familiars...I'm not exactly familiar with them. Hahaha!!! :-)
Chapter One: Ritual
In the outskirts of Seattle, Washington D.C., a fire was burning, blazing blithely in the center of a ring of hooded figures. They were clad in blood- red robes, their faces hidden in the shadow of their cloaks. A ritual was being performed, and a series of chants resonated through the dense forest.
A priestess stepped away from the circle, throwing back her hood and revealing a tattooed face that was imprinted with strange words. An ancient language, spoken only by the members of the phalanx, the familiars that were present that night. The priestess, a woman that went by the name of Gabrielle, pulled out a writhing snake from within her robe. It's pale yellow eyes gleamed in the dark, and it's ruby-red skin glistened under the moonlight. A python.
She raised it up in the air, speaking in the ancient tongue, murmuring a silent prayer. A gift to the gods. They need to be appeased before the ceremony could be completed. The Familiar Breeding Cult prided themselves in their works of the Dark Arts. An old magic that lived for almost one thousand years, and was still present among them, flowing through their veins.
Tonight, they were testing the power of their magic, performing an intricate ritual that they had been practicing for almost ten years. Tonight, they were going to summon the First Evil.
Gabrielle smiled, pointed white teeth gleaming hungrily. Her eyes flashed briefly, and she flung the Python into the fire. Silence broke among the Familiars as they watched the snake's body burn and writhe in agony. It was then that Gabrielle spoke, her voice nothing more than a low whisper. "Our time here in Seattle is over. We have conjured a number of followers called the Bringers," she said in a buzzing voice. "They will be responsible for executing the fighters of the Good. The Slayers." She spit out the last word in disgust before continuing. "We shall proceed to Sunnydale, California. Home of the Mouth of Hell. There, the ceremony will be completed." Her head turned, and her cat-like eyes locked on Ames White's gaze.
"Brother White," she said, her tone commanding. "You shall be the one to find the proper sacrifice for this rite. Make certain, that her blood is worthy enough to please the gods."
White bowed low, a sardonic smile spreading across his face. He knew exactly who's blood he wanted to see spilled into the fires.
"And remember," Gabrielle hissed cynically with a foreboding smile. "From beneath you, it devours."
In the comfort of her home, Buffy Summers jerked awake. Sweat was trickling down her forehead, and gasps of breath escaped her lips. The vividness of the dream had shaken her, and the words that the priestess had spoke hung in her head. "From beneath you, it devours." She whispered, shivering as she sat up in her bed.
It was then that she noticed that Dawn was sitting in front of her, a worried look on her face. "Are you alright?" she asked, shifting closer to her sister. "You were screaming."
"I – I just had a bad dream," Buffy said, trying to shake away the horrific images that she had seen. "A nightmare."
Dawn just stared at her, and she knew that her younger sister didn't believe her. She shot Buffy an incredulous look before standing up and getting ready to leave. "Okay then, if you're sure you don't want to talk about it..."
"Just go back to sleep Dawn," Buffy instructed, lying back down into the warmth of her pillows. She wrapped her blanket tighter around her shoulders, trying to convince herself that what she had just seen was just a nightmare, and nothing more. But something Giles told her told her otherwise. Slayers had the gift of foresight. But she had a feeling that what she saw had already happened.
A/N: Please review!!! :-)
Jewelle
Author: Jewelle
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the creators of BTVS and DA.
Summary: A BTVS/Dark Angel crossover. The First Evil is being summoned, and Buffy, Faith and Max are captured by the Bringers. It's Spike and Alec to the rescue. The biggest battle of their lives is starting to begin. (Alternate Universe) M/A! B/S!
A/N: This is mostly AU! Hope you enjoy!!! Oh, and I might've mixed up some of the names of the Familiars...I'm not exactly familiar with them. Hahaha!!! :-)
Chapter One: Ritual
In the outskirts of Seattle, Washington D.C., a fire was burning, blazing blithely in the center of a ring of hooded figures. They were clad in blood- red robes, their faces hidden in the shadow of their cloaks. A ritual was being performed, and a series of chants resonated through the dense forest.
A priestess stepped away from the circle, throwing back her hood and revealing a tattooed face that was imprinted with strange words. An ancient language, spoken only by the members of the phalanx, the familiars that were present that night. The priestess, a woman that went by the name of Gabrielle, pulled out a writhing snake from within her robe. It's pale yellow eyes gleamed in the dark, and it's ruby-red skin glistened under the moonlight. A python.
She raised it up in the air, speaking in the ancient tongue, murmuring a silent prayer. A gift to the gods. They need to be appeased before the ceremony could be completed. The Familiar Breeding Cult prided themselves in their works of the Dark Arts. An old magic that lived for almost one thousand years, and was still present among them, flowing through their veins.
Tonight, they were testing the power of their magic, performing an intricate ritual that they had been practicing for almost ten years. Tonight, they were going to summon the First Evil.
Gabrielle smiled, pointed white teeth gleaming hungrily. Her eyes flashed briefly, and she flung the Python into the fire. Silence broke among the Familiars as they watched the snake's body burn and writhe in agony. It was then that Gabrielle spoke, her voice nothing more than a low whisper. "Our time here in Seattle is over. We have conjured a number of followers called the Bringers," she said in a buzzing voice. "They will be responsible for executing the fighters of the Good. The Slayers." She spit out the last word in disgust before continuing. "We shall proceed to Sunnydale, California. Home of the Mouth of Hell. There, the ceremony will be completed." Her head turned, and her cat-like eyes locked on Ames White's gaze.
"Brother White," she said, her tone commanding. "You shall be the one to find the proper sacrifice for this rite. Make certain, that her blood is worthy enough to please the gods."
White bowed low, a sardonic smile spreading across his face. He knew exactly who's blood he wanted to see spilled into the fires.
"And remember," Gabrielle hissed cynically with a foreboding smile. "From beneath you, it devours."
In the comfort of her home, Buffy Summers jerked awake. Sweat was trickling down her forehead, and gasps of breath escaped her lips. The vividness of the dream had shaken her, and the words that the priestess had spoke hung in her head. "From beneath you, it devours." She whispered, shivering as she sat up in her bed.
It was then that she noticed that Dawn was sitting in front of her, a worried look on her face. "Are you alright?" she asked, shifting closer to her sister. "You were screaming."
"I – I just had a bad dream," Buffy said, trying to shake away the horrific images that she had seen. "A nightmare."
Dawn just stared at her, and she knew that her younger sister didn't believe her. She shot Buffy an incredulous look before standing up and getting ready to leave. "Okay then, if you're sure you don't want to talk about it..."
"Just go back to sleep Dawn," Buffy instructed, lying back down into the warmth of her pillows. She wrapped her blanket tighter around her shoulders, trying to convince herself that what she had just seen was just a nightmare, and nothing more. But something Giles told her told her otherwise. Slayers had the gift of foresight. But she had a feeling that what she saw had already happened.
A/N: Please review!!! :-)
Jewelle