1 Chapter 9
Legal Stuff: Some things in this chapter are taken from Buffy: The Vampire Slayer: Season 6. The Episodes that things are from are the first 3: Bargaining Part 1, Bargaining Part 2 and Afterlife. They will not be here permanently, but as this is an unpublished work in progress, it is not making me money, and I think that it is best that some things from here are taken from the show as I feel I could not do them better. After finishing the book/story, I will have a think about it, and change things in the next couple of chapters so they are not from the show but are my creation. All things from the show and the Characters in this story and everything belong to Joss Whedon, creator and producer of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. The only thing I own is the ideas that have arisen and are my own in this story, and the next. Now, for some of my words – If anyone rips off this story without my permission and I find out about it, I'll whip your candyass all the way to Timbuktu, literally!
Anya was searching on the computer for the urn of Osiris, which was needed for the spell to raise Buffy. Xander came into the room, dressed in pyjamas.
"You still on the computer?" He said.
"Yep, almost found it too, but it was an urn of Anubis though," Anya replied
"Are you going to come to bed tonight, or am I sleeping alone," he asked
'Yep, in a minute or so," Anya replied. They were both exhausted for staying up almost all night for the past week, and were going to bed early. Xander looked at her and walked away. He was almost at the bedroom when he heard a scream from where Anya was. He ran back to the room and burst in. He saw Anya still sitting at the computer.
"Are you alright?" he asked
"I found it!" She screamed "I found it!"
"What, you actually found it? The thing for the spell that Willow said that there was only one of?" Xander exclaimed.
"Yep, just sent an e-mail to the guy that has it, offering a price. If he accepts it, it should be here this time tomorrow," Anya replied.
"That's great. Willow will be wrapped," Xander replied. "So, you coming to bed now?" Turning off the computer, Anya followed Xander into the bedroom.
The next day, Anya found that the person who was selling the urn had already sent it, but hadn't settled on a price. Anya saw that the person sent it because he believed they needed it more than Anya had said. He and Anya bartered, and finally came up with a price that wasn't too far from the original price that Anya had suggested. Anya thought it was weird that he had sent it already, but she didn't question it.
Later that day, around five in the afternoon, the urn arrived at Xander and Anya's apartment. They then waited for Tara and Willow to arrive. Anya had called that morning, telling Willow that the urn was going to be there later that day. Willow and Tara agreed to come over and make sure it was authentic.
They were all sitting in the lounge room in Xander's apartment. Willow and Tara were waiting for Anya to get the urn. She came into the room and handed it to Willow.
"How did you find it?" Tara asked.
"I had to go through all the Magic Box's suppliers," Anya replied.
"You went through a Magic Box supplier, what if Giles found out?" Willow said.
"Don't worry, none of them had it, I got it off eBay," Anya replied.
"You found the last known urn of Osiris on eBay?" Tara said, surprise in her voice.
"Yeah, the hermit that sold it to me drove a really hard bargain, but I finally got him to throw in a limited edition Backstreet Boys T-Shirt for…" Xander coughed. "A friend." Willow was examining the urn.
"Is it the urn?" Tara asked.
"It's the one," Willow replied. "Which means it's time."
"It's Time?" Xander said. "You mean it's time, time… With the timeliness."
"Do we have all the ingredients?" Tara asked.
"Yes, this was the last one," Willow replied.
"Tomorrow night, we all need to meet back here…" Willow began, while getting up and walking around a bit.
"Who said you're the leader of the group?" Xander said.
"You did. You said that Willow should be leader," Tara and Anya replied in unison.
"Apply the breaks and check rear and side view mirrors," Xander said. "Willow, we're talking about raising the dead… It just feels what we're doing is wrong."
"It is wrong. It goes against all the laws of nature, but it can be done," Tara replied. Xander got up and stood next to Willow.
"Scenario. We raise Buffy from the dead. A. She eats all our brains out, we congratulate ourselves on a job well done…" Xander started.
"Zombies don't eat brains unless instructed to by their zombie masters," Anya interrupted. "It's a common mistake."
"Xander, this isn't something like Dawn did with Ms. Summers," Willow said, on the verge of tears. "Buffy was killed by mystical energy, which means we've got a shot. We don't know where she is."
"Willow, we saw her. We buried her body," Xander said.
"Yeah, her body. But her soul, her essence, she could be trapped in some hell dimension like Angel was, suffering eternal torment. And I'm not going to leave her there." There was a short silence.
"What time do we meet?" Xander asked.
The Slayer was walking into town. From what he could tell, she was a pretty one. He had heard that she was extremely dangerous, because she got a thrill out of Slaying and the like. As he searched his brain, this was the first girl that actually enjoyed the job of being a Slayer. All the others he had heard of either disliked their job, or just did it because it was required and because it was them who was the slayer. None of them had actually gone out and looked for violence just for entertainment. All of a sudden, he noticed the Slayer stop and turn her head slightly. He instantly stopped, afraid that the Slayer was going to notice him. This was the first time he actually had to do his job on a Slayer, usually it was a demon or head vampire, but never a Slayer. He didn't know all the details about why he had to kill this Slayer, but he was told that she had helped the Mayor of Sunnydale ascend into a pure demon, and that she had killed a man, accidentally of course. Judging from what he could tell about this slayer, it may not have been an accident. He was warned that after this Slayer woke up from the coma, the other Slayer, Buffy, had put her in, she showed signs of magickal powers. The only one he knew of was the ability to use a violent form of telekinesis because that was the only one that was observed by the Council Assassins that has been used. The Slayer continued walking, faster now. He observed as she ducked around corners quickly. It was obvious she knew that him and his team were following her. Reaching into his duster, he pulled out a radio and said into it. "All units, converge." He watched as shadows on the other side of the street began to move towards the Slayer.
Thanks to her newfound powers that were coming in handy these days, Faith had heard the people following her. She had also heard one of them telling the others, obviously through a radio to converge, which was obviously to come in closer to her. She had heard the footsteps increase in frequency, and she could make out that there were more than three people in the little team that was following her. Faith turned her head to look around, and it took a while to spot the people moving in towards her.
"Oh man, these guys are good," she said to herself. To a normal person, or even a slayer, these people would have only been shadows on the side of the street. But Faith was no ordinary Slayer, she had abilities that others did not, even though she didn't know how she got them, only a rough idea, she liked her abilities. Deciding not to run away, Faith did the opposite, she headed for the nearest person, readying to attack.
He watched from his vantage point as the Slayer searched for his team. He withdrew in shock as he realised that she had spotted at least one of them. He was even more surprised when the young Slayer started to walk swiftly towards Natalie, his second in command.
"Natalie, there's one pissed off Slayer heading your way," he said into the radio.
"Roger, I see her. Do we engage?" Natalie replied.
"Affirmative," he replied. "All units, engage the Slayer." He watched as his team of four moved towards the Slayer. Only Natalie stayed where she was, luring the Slayer in to the trap. The Slayer stopped in her tracks, and saw the others coming towards her. He thought that it was interesting that this Slayer wasn't trying to run away, instead she continued towards Natalie. He saw David, one of his best fighters come up behind the slayer, and put his hand on her shoulder, ready to spin her around and attack her. What happened next, surprised him. Faith shoved her elbow into David's face, knocking his head back. She then outstretched her whole arm, therefore hitting David in the side of the head with her fist. She then used the momentum of her arm to spin around and kick David in the stomach with her whole force. All this appeared a blur. David didn't know what had hit him before he was lying on the ground. He watched as the rest of his team converged on the Slayer. The Slayer easily blocked most of their attacks, and didn't panic when all of them drew very large knives against her. He watched in bewilderment from the second story window of the shop, as the Slayer steadily knocked down each one of his team. "I'm coming in," he said into his radio. He ran downstairs and out onto the street. The Slayer would have a hard time taking him down. He ran toward where Faith and Natalie were fighting, and drew his own knife. He got there just in time to see Faith knock Natalie unconscious.
"You won't find it that easy to get past me Faith," he said.
"Oh yeah, watch me," Faith replied. She stepped towards him and kicked his hand, knocking the knife out of it. She then grabbed him by the wrist and started to propel him towards the wall. He put his foot out and kicked the back of the Slayer's knees, sending her to the ground. She was up in an instant, and ready to fight again.
"Well, unlike your friends, you actually know how to fight," Faith said. He stepped towards her, and faked a left hook to her head, and successfully got an uppercut to her mid-section. She cringed, but did her own uppercut into his mid-section. Then with lightning speed, she pummelled his chest. He back peddled to get away. She came towards him, and in lightning speed again, kicked out his knees, dragged him up by the collar of his duster, and pushed him towards the wall. He tripped on something unknown to him, and lay on the ground. He turned over onto his back only in time to see the Slayer's fist coming straight towards his head. He quickly moved out of the way, and tried to get up when he realised that Faith must have broken one of his knees when she kicked them out. He just watched as she grabbed the knives of his unconscious team and ran off.
"Great, what am I going to tell the boss," he said while pulling out the radio. He called for an ambulance to come to where he was and he told them that a street gang had attacked them and his friends were unconscious and he had a broken knee.
Faith found herself standing in a dark street. There were no streetlights, except for one that was ahead. Under it, she saw a figure standing there, amongst the fog. From what she could see, the figure was walking forward, slowly. Faith didn't have time for this, she had a feeling insider her that she needed to be running from something. She soon realised that she was running from the Council. But the figure ahead intrigued her. She could see that it was surrounded in an eerie white glow as it walked towards her. Faith had a sudden realisation, that this street was familiar. The figure came out of the fog and kept walking towards her. The figure was carrying a sword. Faith realised it to be Buffy. Slowly, Faith began to walk towards her. She noticed that there wasn't a sound around except the sound of her and Buffy's footsteps. They approached each other, each one of them with a sword in their hand.
"Remember this Faith… Not all is as it seems," Buffy said.
"Is that your new obsession or something?" Faith said, remembering their last dream-conversation.
"Both of us will benefit if we remember that," Buffy replied. There was something about these dreams that Faith didn't like. They were so vivid, so real. Everything was in detail, and it seemed all too real.
"So, did you come here to fight or not?" Faith said, while raising her sword. There was a noise in the distance. A lot of footsteps could be heard, and it sounded like an army was coming their way. Faith looked in the direction the sound was coming from. When she turned back, Buffy was gone. Faith saw her running down the street, in the opposite direction of the sound. Faith looked in the direction the sound was coming from again, but she only saw grey. Looking around her, she realised that she was awake, lying on a bed, in Angel's mansion.
The next day, Xander, Anya, Willow and Tara were at the Magic Box bright and early. They needed to beat Giles there so they could gather all the things they needed for the spell that night. According to Willow, they could not tell anyone because that might increase the chances of something going wrong. They had no sooner arrived, when Faith showed up battered and bruised.
"What happened to you?" Xander asked.
"Had a run in with the Council last night, at least I think it was the Council. It wasn't like them, they didn't do it in Council Assassin style," Faith said. "Do you have a first aid kit around here somewhere?" she asked all of them.
"Yeah, out the back. Come on, I'll show you," Xander replied. They went together into the back room where Xander got the first Aid kit. He got the bandage out and sat beside Faith. Her hands were cut, deeply. It was from the knife attack that the Council caused. Xander started to bandage her hands up. "Are you alright, really?" He asked. "You look pretty beat."
"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied. She looked at Xander, and he looked at her. Their heads moved closer. Xander jumped up.
"No, I can't," he said.
"Why not? I'm not going to use you like I did before," Faith said.
"No, it's not that. It's just that me and Anya…" he started.
"You got a thing going?" Faith asked. Xander just looked at her.
"We're engaged," he replied.
"Oh," Faith replied.
"You can't tell anyone though. The others don't know. We want to wait until things settle down a bit until we tell them," Xander said.
"Yeah, I understand," Faith replied. She finished wrapping her hand the bandage, as Xander left. In the front of the store, everyone was sitting around the research table. When Xander came out, he went and sat with them. Giles was the only one standing. He had a look of concern on his face, and Xander started to think that maybe he had found out that they were going to raise Buffy. He went to say something, and Giles just put his hand out and told him to stop.
"I have an announcement to make," Giles said. Everyone looked at him. "I am not going to return to England until the situation with Faith is resolved. She was my charge too for a while, and I have a responsibility to help her," he said. There was a slight pause. "I may not leave straight after that either." Everyone was relieved that he was going to stay, for the time being anyway.
When Michael woke up, he went straight out of his apartment downstairs to the ground floor. He was expecting some mail, and when he looked in his mail box in the common room, he found what he was looking for. An unmarked envelope. He returned to his apartment, and opened it. It was the orders for Faith. He read the opening letter, and it said that there was a complete copy of the prophecy he needed to ready Faith for. He read it
The Anointed one shall lead the slayer into the mouth of hell, and she will face the master and die…
The Mistress of Hell shall face the Slayer, and the barriers between the dimensions shall be no more. The Slayer will face the Mistress of Hell, and succeed, but not kill her. The one that watches and guards will be the end of Mistress. The Slayer will sacrifice herself to close the portal into hell and save the world.
The Second shall face The True. Worlds will collide as they face each other. The blood of a slayer will be spilt on this night. The Second and the True shall unite, or destroy one another. If they unite, the corruption of those that watch, shall fall, and their kind shall cease to exist. Few will be chosen by the highest power to guide the Slayers in their destiny. The first Charge of the One Who Watches shall be given a great reward, as well as her friends. The Second Charge of the One Who Watches shall find her true self. The True and The Second shall become one. The undead shall flee at the sight of them, and nothing shall stand in their path. If The True and The Second destroy one another, the Slayer line shall cease to exist. The Ones That Watch along with few will be all that stands between the Earth and Hell.
There were a set of instructions that said he must ready Faith for what is to come. He must over train her, so she is ready. The instructions indicate that Faith is either The True, or The Second, the people that wrote the instructions are unsure.
His eyes looked in horror at the bottom of the letter. It said that if he didn't comply with the instructions, everyone he cared about would be killed, and he would be tortured and killed.
Legal Stuff: Some things in this chapter are taken from Buffy: The Vampire Slayer: Season 6. The Episodes that things are from are the first 3: Bargaining Part 1, Bargaining Part 2 and Afterlife. They will not be here permanently, but as this is an unpublished work in progress, it is not making me money, and I think that it is best that some things from here are taken from the show as I feel I could not do them better. After finishing the book/story, I will have a think about it, and change things in the next couple of chapters so they are not from the show but are my creation. All things from the show and the Characters in this story and everything belong to Joss Whedon, creator and producer of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. The only thing I own is the ideas that have arisen and are my own in this story, and the next. Now, for some of my words – If anyone rips off this story without my permission and I find out about it, I'll whip your candyass all the way to Timbuktu, literally!
Anya was searching on the computer for the urn of Osiris, which was needed for the spell to raise Buffy. Xander came into the room, dressed in pyjamas.
"You still on the computer?" He said.
"Yep, almost found it too, but it was an urn of Anubis though," Anya replied
"Are you going to come to bed tonight, or am I sleeping alone," he asked
'Yep, in a minute or so," Anya replied. They were both exhausted for staying up almost all night for the past week, and were going to bed early. Xander looked at her and walked away. He was almost at the bedroom when he heard a scream from where Anya was. He ran back to the room and burst in. He saw Anya still sitting at the computer.
"Are you alright?" he asked
"I found it!" She screamed "I found it!"
"What, you actually found it? The thing for the spell that Willow said that there was only one of?" Xander exclaimed.
"Yep, just sent an e-mail to the guy that has it, offering a price. If he accepts it, it should be here this time tomorrow," Anya replied.
"That's great. Willow will be wrapped," Xander replied. "So, you coming to bed now?" Turning off the computer, Anya followed Xander into the bedroom.
The next day, Anya found that the person who was selling the urn had already sent it, but hadn't settled on a price. Anya saw that the person sent it because he believed they needed it more than Anya had said. He and Anya bartered, and finally came up with a price that wasn't too far from the original price that Anya had suggested. Anya thought it was weird that he had sent it already, but she didn't question it.
Later that day, around five in the afternoon, the urn arrived at Xander and Anya's apartment. They then waited for Tara and Willow to arrive. Anya had called that morning, telling Willow that the urn was going to be there later that day. Willow and Tara agreed to come over and make sure it was authentic.
They were all sitting in the lounge room in Xander's apartment. Willow and Tara were waiting for Anya to get the urn. She came into the room and handed it to Willow.
"How did you find it?" Tara asked.
"I had to go through all the Magic Box's suppliers," Anya replied.
"You went through a Magic Box supplier, what if Giles found out?" Willow said.
"Don't worry, none of them had it, I got it off eBay," Anya replied.
"You found the last known urn of Osiris on eBay?" Tara said, surprise in her voice.
"Yeah, the hermit that sold it to me drove a really hard bargain, but I finally got him to throw in a limited edition Backstreet Boys T-Shirt for…" Xander coughed. "A friend." Willow was examining the urn.
"Is it the urn?" Tara asked.
"It's the one," Willow replied. "Which means it's time."
"It's Time?" Xander said. "You mean it's time, time… With the timeliness."
"Do we have all the ingredients?" Tara asked.
"Yes, this was the last one," Willow replied.
"Tomorrow night, we all need to meet back here…" Willow began, while getting up and walking around a bit.
"Who said you're the leader of the group?" Xander said.
"You did. You said that Willow should be leader," Tara and Anya replied in unison.
"Apply the breaks and check rear and side view mirrors," Xander said. "Willow, we're talking about raising the dead… It just feels what we're doing is wrong."
"It is wrong. It goes against all the laws of nature, but it can be done," Tara replied. Xander got up and stood next to Willow.
"Scenario. We raise Buffy from the dead. A. She eats all our brains out, we congratulate ourselves on a job well done…" Xander started.
"Zombies don't eat brains unless instructed to by their zombie masters," Anya interrupted. "It's a common mistake."
"Xander, this isn't something like Dawn did with Ms. Summers," Willow said, on the verge of tears. "Buffy was killed by mystical energy, which means we've got a shot. We don't know where she is."
"Willow, we saw her. We buried her body," Xander said.
"Yeah, her body. But her soul, her essence, she could be trapped in some hell dimension like Angel was, suffering eternal torment. And I'm not going to leave her there." There was a short silence.
"What time do we meet?" Xander asked.
The Slayer was walking into town. From what he could tell, she was a pretty one. He had heard that she was extremely dangerous, because she got a thrill out of Slaying and the like. As he searched his brain, this was the first girl that actually enjoyed the job of being a Slayer. All the others he had heard of either disliked their job, or just did it because it was required and because it was them who was the slayer. None of them had actually gone out and looked for violence just for entertainment. All of a sudden, he noticed the Slayer stop and turn her head slightly. He instantly stopped, afraid that the Slayer was going to notice him. This was the first time he actually had to do his job on a Slayer, usually it was a demon or head vampire, but never a Slayer. He didn't know all the details about why he had to kill this Slayer, but he was told that she had helped the Mayor of Sunnydale ascend into a pure demon, and that she had killed a man, accidentally of course. Judging from what he could tell about this slayer, it may not have been an accident. He was warned that after this Slayer woke up from the coma, the other Slayer, Buffy, had put her in, she showed signs of magickal powers. The only one he knew of was the ability to use a violent form of telekinesis because that was the only one that was observed by the Council Assassins that has been used. The Slayer continued walking, faster now. He observed as she ducked around corners quickly. It was obvious she knew that him and his team were following her. Reaching into his duster, he pulled out a radio and said into it. "All units, converge." He watched as shadows on the other side of the street began to move towards the Slayer.
Thanks to her newfound powers that were coming in handy these days, Faith had heard the people following her. She had also heard one of them telling the others, obviously through a radio to converge, which was obviously to come in closer to her. She had heard the footsteps increase in frequency, and she could make out that there were more than three people in the little team that was following her. Faith turned her head to look around, and it took a while to spot the people moving in towards her.
"Oh man, these guys are good," she said to herself. To a normal person, or even a slayer, these people would have only been shadows on the side of the street. But Faith was no ordinary Slayer, she had abilities that others did not, even though she didn't know how she got them, only a rough idea, she liked her abilities. Deciding not to run away, Faith did the opposite, she headed for the nearest person, readying to attack.
He watched from his vantage point as the Slayer searched for his team. He withdrew in shock as he realised that she had spotted at least one of them. He was even more surprised when the young Slayer started to walk swiftly towards Natalie, his second in command.
"Natalie, there's one pissed off Slayer heading your way," he said into the radio.
"Roger, I see her. Do we engage?" Natalie replied.
"Affirmative," he replied. "All units, engage the Slayer." He watched as his team of four moved towards the Slayer. Only Natalie stayed where she was, luring the Slayer in to the trap. The Slayer stopped in her tracks, and saw the others coming towards her. He thought that it was interesting that this Slayer wasn't trying to run away, instead she continued towards Natalie. He saw David, one of his best fighters come up behind the slayer, and put his hand on her shoulder, ready to spin her around and attack her. What happened next, surprised him. Faith shoved her elbow into David's face, knocking his head back. She then outstretched her whole arm, therefore hitting David in the side of the head with her fist. She then used the momentum of her arm to spin around and kick David in the stomach with her whole force. All this appeared a blur. David didn't know what had hit him before he was lying on the ground. He watched as the rest of his team converged on the Slayer. The Slayer easily blocked most of their attacks, and didn't panic when all of them drew very large knives against her. He watched in bewilderment from the second story window of the shop, as the Slayer steadily knocked down each one of his team. "I'm coming in," he said into his radio. He ran downstairs and out onto the street. The Slayer would have a hard time taking him down. He ran toward where Faith and Natalie were fighting, and drew his own knife. He got there just in time to see Faith knock Natalie unconscious.
"You won't find it that easy to get past me Faith," he said.
"Oh yeah, watch me," Faith replied. She stepped towards him and kicked his hand, knocking the knife out of it. She then grabbed him by the wrist and started to propel him towards the wall. He put his foot out and kicked the back of the Slayer's knees, sending her to the ground. She was up in an instant, and ready to fight again.
"Well, unlike your friends, you actually know how to fight," Faith said. He stepped towards her, and faked a left hook to her head, and successfully got an uppercut to her mid-section. She cringed, but did her own uppercut into his mid-section. Then with lightning speed, she pummelled his chest. He back peddled to get away. She came towards him, and in lightning speed again, kicked out his knees, dragged him up by the collar of his duster, and pushed him towards the wall. He tripped on something unknown to him, and lay on the ground. He turned over onto his back only in time to see the Slayer's fist coming straight towards his head. He quickly moved out of the way, and tried to get up when he realised that Faith must have broken one of his knees when she kicked them out. He just watched as she grabbed the knives of his unconscious team and ran off.
"Great, what am I going to tell the boss," he said while pulling out the radio. He called for an ambulance to come to where he was and he told them that a street gang had attacked them and his friends were unconscious and he had a broken knee.
Faith found herself standing in a dark street. There were no streetlights, except for one that was ahead. Under it, she saw a figure standing there, amongst the fog. From what she could see, the figure was walking forward, slowly. Faith didn't have time for this, she had a feeling insider her that she needed to be running from something. She soon realised that she was running from the Council. But the figure ahead intrigued her. She could see that it was surrounded in an eerie white glow as it walked towards her. Faith had a sudden realisation, that this street was familiar. The figure came out of the fog and kept walking towards her. The figure was carrying a sword. Faith realised it to be Buffy. Slowly, Faith began to walk towards her. She noticed that there wasn't a sound around except the sound of her and Buffy's footsteps. They approached each other, each one of them with a sword in their hand.
"Remember this Faith… Not all is as it seems," Buffy said.
"Is that your new obsession or something?" Faith said, remembering their last dream-conversation.
"Both of us will benefit if we remember that," Buffy replied. There was something about these dreams that Faith didn't like. They were so vivid, so real. Everything was in detail, and it seemed all too real.
"So, did you come here to fight or not?" Faith said, while raising her sword. There was a noise in the distance. A lot of footsteps could be heard, and it sounded like an army was coming their way. Faith looked in the direction the sound was coming from. When she turned back, Buffy was gone. Faith saw her running down the street, in the opposite direction of the sound. Faith looked in the direction the sound was coming from again, but she only saw grey. Looking around her, she realised that she was awake, lying on a bed, in Angel's mansion.
The next day, Xander, Anya, Willow and Tara were at the Magic Box bright and early. They needed to beat Giles there so they could gather all the things they needed for the spell that night. According to Willow, they could not tell anyone because that might increase the chances of something going wrong. They had no sooner arrived, when Faith showed up battered and bruised.
"What happened to you?" Xander asked.
"Had a run in with the Council last night, at least I think it was the Council. It wasn't like them, they didn't do it in Council Assassin style," Faith said. "Do you have a first aid kit around here somewhere?" she asked all of them.
"Yeah, out the back. Come on, I'll show you," Xander replied. They went together into the back room where Xander got the first Aid kit. He got the bandage out and sat beside Faith. Her hands were cut, deeply. It was from the knife attack that the Council caused. Xander started to bandage her hands up. "Are you alright, really?" He asked. "You look pretty beat."
"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied. She looked at Xander, and he looked at her. Their heads moved closer. Xander jumped up.
"No, I can't," he said.
"Why not? I'm not going to use you like I did before," Faith said.
"No, it's not that. It's just that me and Anya…" he started.
"You got a thing going?" Faith asked. Xander just looked at her.
"We're engaged," he replied.
"Oh," Faith replied.
"You can't tell anyone though. The others don't know. We want to wait until things settle down a bit until we tell them," Xander said.
"Yeah, I understand," Faith replied. She finished wrapping her hand the bandage, as Xander left. In the front of the store, everyone was sitting around the research table. When Xander came out, he went and sat with them. Giles was the only one standing. He had a look of concern on his face, and Xander started to think that maybe he had found out that they were going to raise Buffy. He went to say something, and Giles just put his hand out and told him to stop.
"I have an announcement to make," Giles said. Everyone looked at him. "I am not going to return to England until the situation with Faith is resolved. She was my charge too for a while, and I have a responsibility to help her," he said. There was a slight pause. "I may not leave straight after that either." Everyone was relieved that he was going to stay, for the time being anyway.
When Michael woke up, he went straight out of his apartment downstairs to the ground floor. He was expecting some mail, and when he looked in his mail box in the common room, he found what he was looking for. An unmarked envelope. He returned to his apartment, and opened it. It was the orders for Faith. He read the opening letter, and it said that there was a complete copy of the prophecy he needed to ready Faith for. He read it
The Anointed one shall lead the slayer into the mouth of hell, and she will face the master and die…
The Mistress of Hell shall face the Slayer, and the barriers between the dimensions shall be no more. The Slayer will face the Mistress of Hell, and succeed, but not kill her. The one that watches and guards will be the end of Mistress. The Slayer will sacrifice herself to close the portal into hell and save the world.
The Second shall face The True. Worlds will collide as they face each other. The blood of a slayer will be spilt on this night. The Second and the True shall unite, or destroy one another. If they unite, the corruption of those that watch, shall fall, and their kind shall cease to exist. Few will be chosen by the highest power to guide the Slayers in their destiny. The first Charge of the One Who Watches shall be given a great reward, as well as her friends. The Second Charge of the One Who Watches shall find her true self. The True and The Second shall become one. The undead shall flee at the sight of them, and nothing shall stand in their path. If The True and The Second destroy one another, the Slayer line shall cease to exist. The Ones That Watch along with few will be all that stands between the Earth and Hell.
There were a set of instructions that said he must ready Faith for what is to come. He must over train her, so she is ready. The instructions indicate that Faith is either The True, or The Second, the people that wrote the instructions are unsure.
His eyes looked in horror at the bottom of the letter. It said that if he didn't comply with the instructions, everyone he cared about would be killed, and he would be tortured and killed.