a/n so i'm new to this site and i just found this funky story tracker thingy... and guess what! people are reading this! (happy dance happy dance happy dance) awesome thanks to everyone who reviewed. i love all of you and you are my new best friends. major awesome thanks to Lady Anne Boylen :) she gave constructive critisism... lets all learn from her example... wait your telling me begging for reviews is pathetic and unseemly... oops... who cares i'm begging... but on to other things dont worry the monk is supposed to confuse you right now. all things will make sense in time. the large part of this chapter is a flash back and i think its fairly obvious when it is and when it isn't... again comments suggestions and all that, theres this really cool little button on the bottom of the page click it. i wrote this chapter during my college psyc class and its a little rough, not my fav chapter but it had to be written and this is how it had to be written. read enjoy comment!
Chapter Three
"Giles, I'm telling you it gave me the wiggins. And not the yippie Spike's gone wiggins. More like the what just happened and what's going to happen because of it wiggins." Buffy sat in the Magic Box surrounded by research books. Spike had disappeared two nights ago and still hadn't returned.
"I'm sure it did Buffy, but we have to look at the bigger picture. Glory is our problem right now. That monk said she was looking for a key. What key? What for? For that matter what is she? Neither I nor Willow can find any sort of reference to her anywhere." Giles looked up from his books.
Buffy thought back to the night a few weeks ago when she had first met Glory. She had been investigating an old abandoned warehouse, Giles had told her about several complaints of strange noise and other weird things. In Buffy's experience funky noises and weird things in general didn't lead to hugs and puppies. Usually they led to things like vampires or demons and dead people.
She had passed by the warehouse on her final sweep of the town. Seeing it empty and quiet she had decided to do a quick recon of the building. Entering the creaking doorway she'd seen the old staircase leading upstairs. She thought she heard something and hurried up them. Entering a small back store room she'd seen a monk sitting cross legged on the floor. A glowing ball hovered between his hands as he sat chanting. Pulling a long knife out of his robe he slit a long gash down his arm, letting the sphere drink in his blood. Buffy ran toward him to stop him. She thought he was doing a demonic ritual.
The monk hadn't paused his chanting to look at her. Buffy discovered why when she ran into some kind of invisible barrier about three feet in front of the monk. She tried to fight the barrier fruitlessly. After five minutes the glowing ball flared up and disappeared. Instantly the barrier fell down and Buffy passed though effortlessly.
"What did you do?" Buffy demanded the monk, "What the hell was that?"
"Slayer," the monk said, "She is coming, Glory, she is coming. You must prepare. You're the only hope! This is the only way. Trust him."
"Trust who?" Buffy asked. She didn't have a clue to what was going on but she hoped the monk would be able to give her a straight answer.
"You'll see. I'm not allowed to explain. I have been sent to change the rip in time. Mend the break. I can only show certain events. Not many of these will help you now. I'm not allowed much time here. A few weeks are not enough to mend the mistakes of a life time. I can only hope that this second chance will not be in vain. Slayer! You must trust him! He is the only thing that can save you. He will sacrifice all to save the rip in time. This is the only thing I may show you that will help you."
The monk grabbed her hand. All of a sudden her mind was transported to a scene, her friends, Giles, Anya, Xander, Willow and Tara, even Spike gathered around something. A strange brunette teenager stood by Giles, leaning into him. Spike was collapsed on the ground, leg bent on a strange angle crying. She looked closer at her friends faces, all five faces six including the strange brunettes, were tear streaked and dirty with soot and blood. She somehow knew that they gathered around her corpse.
The scene than changed. Buffy now stood in some kind of cave holding a weapon unlike any she had ever seen. She was surrounded by other girls, again without knowing how she knew, she knew the girls were other slayers. But that didn't make sense, there was only one, two with Faith but that was only because Buffy had died for a moment, no more. She watched as one by one the girls fell, cut down.
Buffy was jerked back into her own mind again. For a moment she blinked at the old ware house wondering where she was.
"What was that?" Buffy yelled after getting her bearings.
"A possibility, a mistake, one that must be corrected. I was sent to correct. You can change the outcome. The undead and the slayer working together can change it." A sound crashed below.
"Hide now!" The monk demanded. "She is coming! She must be stopped and you are the only one who can."
The monk pushed her into a corner behind some old collapsed filing cabinets, he was surprisingly strong for a frail looking man. She hid but was determined to fight if she was needed.
The monk returned to the middle of the room as a gorgeous blonde woman stormed in.
"Where is it? Where's my key?" She demanded.
The monk resumed chanting as the woman stormed up to him and knocked him across the room.
"Give me my key!" She shouted.
The monk still didn't say anything. With a cry of frustration and anger the woman sank her hands into the monks head. A white light appeared around her fingers as something streamed into her body.
At this Buffy leaped out from behind the cabinet and dived at the woman. Knocking her away from the monk she asked, "who the hell are you?"
The woman laughed and said "My names Glory bitch." The woman, Glory, knocked Buffy aside like a gnat.
Buffy flew across the room colliding with opposite wall. She saw the monk on the ground and the strange woman standing over them before she slowly slid into unconsciousness.
When Buffy woke the monk was still in the room but Glory had left. The monk was sitting on the floor staring off into space. Every part of Buffy's body screamed as she crawled over to the monk.
"Are you ok? Who was that? What was she?" Buffy asked. That Glory couldn't be human, no vampire or even demon had ever over taken her so easily.
"That was Glory. Bad bad bad bad… Must go, no time left. No no no no time. You go back to sleep. Trust him. He'll save everything, rip in time. Slayer remember it's always the blood. Always the blood. Now back to sleep."
The monk continued to babble as Buffy slowly gave in to the blackness pressing against her eyes.
"Buffy, you know we have to concentrate on Glory right now. We should take Spikes disappearance as a blessing. We can't do anything about it anyway, nor do we bloody want to- if you'll excuse my language. Now did you check the Myricfic Volumes?
Giles voice brought Buffy out of memory lane. As she pulled the book closer to her, her mind quickly returned once more to the monks face, both before and after the fight with Glory.
"I don't know Giles, I cant explain it but I think their connected. Spike and the monk and Glory. Its giving me the wiggens whatever it is."
She began to read the book in front of her. As she tried to concentrate the monks voice kept drifting back to her.
"Trust him… He'll save everything…. Remember it's always the blood… It's always the blood…."