Title: Red Willow, Red Sands
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: R, for violent imagery and situations.
Summary: A member of the Scooby Gang is destined to save the world, and this time, it's not Buffy. The Mummy Returns/Buffy crossover.
Remider: Alex O'Connell was born in November, 1928, and Sheila (Rosenberg) O'Connell was born in January, 1944.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Buffy belongs to Joss, the Mummy belongs to Universal. No copyright infringement is intended.
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--2001--
It had been three days since the "incident" in the graveyard. Everyone was walking on eggshells when dealing with Tara. Willow was still unconscious, and her blonde witch hadn't left her side.
Giles had surmised that she had overdone it on the magicks, and the powers had overloaded her system. That explaination had flown with Xander and Dawn, and even Spike, but Anya was unconvinced.
"You weren't looking at her when she went all red-light. Something unnatural took over. She wasn't Willow!" Anya said huffily. "You don't believe me! You don't believe the 1,100 year old demon who's seen everything and done everything at least once! Willow wasn't in control of her body and mind at that point."
Everyone stared blankly at her. Giles' reasoning had been sound, and if it were any other day, Anya would've agreed, but not now.
Xander stood and wrapped his arms around Anya's shaking frame. "Hon, it's not that we don't believe you. It's just that we know Wills has a tendency to overdo it sometimes. If she doesn't wake up today, then we'll try to find something for your theory." He kissed the top of her head as she nodded wearily. "Let's go home." He pulled back and cupped her face in his hands, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. Turning to the others, he smiled weakly, "We're gonna go home. Dawnie, you comin' with us?"
Dawn stopped chewing nervously on her fingernails and nodded. "Yeah, lemme just get my bag."
*****
Willow stood, on what, she couldn't tell, seeing as there was no ground.
A voice came out of the void, "Child, are you ready?"
The red witch's heart stopped, then beat and clenched. "Yes, Mother, I am ready."
"Let me show you the way."
*****
Tara laid one hand on Willow's head and the other on her own heart.
"Show me," she whispered. Images, symbols, faces flew through her at an astonishing rate. She recognized a lot of them as Egyptian or Arabic, which compounded her fears. Finally, a backdrop to all of the previous information appeared. A shrine devoted to the goddess Isis. Only in this shrine, Isis was replaced by Willow, her red hair shimmering against the bright gold and beautiful linens and clothes.
Two voices flowed from her mouth, one speaking the language of the ancients, flawless Egyptian, and the other English. "In the New Year of Isis, one shall return, a harbinger of immortal sleep, to those that would destroy the Old Kingdom. She shall be the slayer among murderers, a rose of death, to protect the Old Kingdom for all eternity. One will rise; One for each New Year; One for each Evil."
Tara took her hand away from Willow's head and struggled to remember how to breathe. She had just seen Willow's destiny.
*****
Shakily, Tara decended the stairs of 1630 Revello Drive and faced the remaining members of the Scooby Gang.
"How is she?" Giles asked. The look on her face sent the Englishman spiralling into a pit of darkness and worry.
"She's still asleep, but I th-think she'll wake soon. Giles, what do you know about Isis and Egyptian lore?" she quarried.
He looked at her, slightly startled by the question. "Well, not much really. She was the goddess of the day. She's associated with love, motherhood, eternal life, magick, among other things. Married to Osiris, bore Horus. Is that what you mean, Tara?"
Her blonde hair shook loosely with her head. "No, I m-mean prophecies. About reincarnations of Isis, maybe."
"No, not that I can recall. We can research the possibilty, though," Giles offered. Tara's questions made no sense, but if anyone knew how to help Willow, it was her.
"Let's d-do it, then. I'll start looking in the volumes upstairs, and you can..." She was interrupted by a knock at the front door.
Tara opened the door to reveal a tall, dark, handsome man, who looked to be in his late forties, early fifties. He had bluish tattoos on his cheeks and forehead. She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. "Can I help you?" she asked timidly.
"Yes, I'm looking for Miss Willow Anne Rosenberg. My name," he paused dramatically, "is Ardeth Bay. I am a friend of her mother's."
Her eyes widened in worry. "I-is s-something wr-wrong with Mrs. Rosenberg?"
"No, but I need to speak to Willow. Is she home?" The stranger appeared almost nervous.
Giles moved behind Tara, placing a steady hand on her shoulder. "Why do you need to see Willow? Who are you?"
"May I come in? I am not a vampire, I assure you." His full lips twisted into a half-smirk, willing Tara to trust him.
Once inside, he began to speak again. "Willow's mother, Sheila, is my goddaughter. I need to speak with Willow about some... issues that need resolving with the tribes."
"Tribes?" Giles asked, skeptically. He couldn't trust the man who showed up after Willow had been injured and needed to speak with her. "She incapacitated at the moment. She was injured in a fight three days ago."
"And your theory is she overloaded on magicks, yes?" Ardeth prompted. At Giles' curt nod, he continued, "I know how to wake her, if you'll allow me."
Tara turned teared blue eyes on Giles, silently begging him to allow it. When Giles sighed, signalling his acceptance, Tara said, "This way," and lead him up the stairs.
*****
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: R, for violent imagery and situations.
Summary: A member of the Scooby Gang is destined to save the world, and this time, it's not Buffy. The Mummy Returns/Buffy crossover.
Remider: Alex O'Connell was born in November, 1928, and Sheila (Rosenberg) O'Connell was born in January, 1944.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Buffy belongs to Joss, the Mummy belongs to Universal. No copyright infringement is intended.
*****
--2001--
It had been three days since the "incident" in the graveyard. Everyone was walking on eggshells when dealing with Tara. Willow was still unconscious, and her blonde witch hadn't left her side.
Giles had surmised that she had overdone it on the magicks, and the powers had overloaded her system. That explaination had flown with Xander and Dawn, and even Spike, but Anya was unconvinced.
"You weren't looking at her when she went all red-light. Something unnatural took over. She wasn't Willow!" Anya said huffily. "You don't believe me! You don't believe the 1,100 year old demon who's seen everything and done everything at least once! Willow wasn't in control of her body and mind at that point."
Everyone stared blankly at her. Giles' reasoning had been sound, and if it were any other day, Anya would've agreed, but not now.
Xander stood and wrapped his arms around Anya's shaking frame. "Hon, it's not that we don't believe you. It's just that we know Wills has a tendency to overdo it sometimes. If she doesn't wake up today, then we'll try to find something for your theory." He kissed the top of her head as she nodded wearily. "Let's go home." He pulled back and cupped her face in his hands, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. Turning to the others, he smiled weakly, "We're gonna go home. Dawnie, you comin' with us?"
Dawn stopped chewing nervously on her fingernails and nodded. "Yeah, lemme just get my bag."
*****
Willow stood, on what, she couldn't tell, seeing as there was no ground.
A voice came out of the void, "Child, are you ready?"
The red witch's heart stopped, then beat and clenched. "Yes, Mother, I am ready."
"Let me show you the way."
*****
Tara laid one hand on Willow's head and the other on her own heart.
"Show me," she whispered. Images, symbols, faces flew through her at an astonishing rate. She recognized a lot of them as Egyptian or Arabic, which compounded her fears. Finally, a backdrop to all of the previous information appeared. A shrine devoted to the goddess Isis. Only in this shrine, Isis was replaced by Willow, her red hair shimmering against the bright gold and beautiful linens and clothes.
Two voices flowed from her mouth, one speaking the language of the ancients, flawless Egyptian, and the other English. "In the New Year of Isis, one shall return, a harbinger of immortal sleep, to those that would destroy the Old Kingdom. She shall be the slayer among murderers, a rose of death, to protect the Old Kingdom for all eternity. One will rise; One for each New Year; One for each Evil."
Tara took her hand away from Willow's head and struggled to remember how to breathe. She had just seen Willow's destiny.
*****
Shakily, Tara decended the stairs of 1630 Revello Drive and faced the remaining members of the Scooby Gang.
"How is she?" Giles asked. The look on her face sent the Englishman spiralling into a pit of darkness and worry.
"She's still asleep, but I th-think she'll wake soon. Giles, what do you know about Isis and Egyptian lore?" she quarried.
He looked at her, slightly startled by the question. "Well, not much really. She was the goddess of the day. She's associated with love, motherhood, eternal life, magick, among other things. Married to Osiris, bore Horus. Is that what you mean, Tara?"
Her blonde hair shook loosely with her head. "No, I m-mean prophecies. About reincarnations of Isis, maybe."
"No, not that I can recall. We can research the possibilty, though," Giles offered. Tara's questions made no sense, but if anyone knew how to help Willow, it was her.
"Let's d-do it, then. I'll start looking in the volumes upstairs, and you can..." She was interrupted by a knock at the front door.
Tara opened the door to reveal a tall, dark, handsome man, who looked to be in his late forties, early fifties. He had bluish tattoos on his cheeks and forehead. She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. "Can I help you?" she asked timidly.
"Yes, I'm looking for Miss Willow Anne Rosenberg. My name," he paused dramatically, "is Ardeth Bay. I am a friend of her mother's."
Her eyes widened in worry. "I-is s-something wr-wrong with Mrs. Rosenberg?"
"No, but I need to speak to Willow. Is she home?" The stranger appeared almost nervous.
Giles moved behind Tara, placing a steady hand on her shoulder. "Why do you need to see Willow? Who are you?"
"May I come in? I am not a vampire, I assure you." His full lips twisted into a half-smirk, willing Tara to trust him.
Once inside, he began to speak again. "Willow's mother, Sheila, is my goddaughter. I need to speak with Willow about some... issues that need resolving with the tribes."
"Tribes?" Giles asked, skeptically. He couldn't trust the man who showed up after Willow had been injured and needed to speak with her. "She incapacitated at the moment. She was injured in a fight three days ago."
"And your theory is she overloaded on magicks, yes?" Ardeth prompted. At Giles' curt nod, he continued, "I know how to wake her, if you'll allow me."
Tara turned teared blue eyes on Giles, silently begging him to allow it. When Giles sighed, signalling his acceptance, Tara said, "This way," and lead him up the stairs.
*****