"Is she still awake?" Willow paused, her face angled towards the top of
the stairs, waiting for her daughters answer. There was none. "Jesse?"
She cautiously made her way upstairs, slowly taking one step at a time.
"Are you up here?" Buffy's room was empty, as well as hers, and the room
she shared with Xander. Where was Xander? Panicking, she went to the
phone at her desk, and dialed Xanders cell. "Xander?"
"Hey Honey, Spike just came by here-"
"Jesse's missing."
"What?"
"She's missing, and so is Buffy."
"Spike told me Faith took William. What if she took Buffy and Jesse?"
"What if Buffy took Jesse?"
"That's ridiculous, Will. Why would Buffy want Jesse?"
"Xander, she was called."
"What?"
"She was called."
"No, Willow, not my daughter."
"Yes, Xand. What if Buffy took her?"
"Our family cannot have been called for a slayer, Willow. I sent in
a very specific letter stating I did not want our family called-"
"It doesn't matter, Xander. The calling isn't the Council's job, it's
destiny's. Our daughter was called, and who better to train her than Buffy?"
"She took her without our permission Willow. Where did she go?"
"I don't know, where was Spike headed?"
"Hospital. Why?"
"Wherever he goes, Buffy's gonna stop him. He's getting the seven." Willow hung
up, leaving Xander on the other line "whatting".
After several decapitations, a stop at Dawns for some swords, and a kiss for
sixteen year old Josh, to whom Buffy had given her mothers old Jeep, they
had finally arrived at the factory. Buffy kicked down the door. Faith stood
amidst a crowd of hooded minions, and a cowering woman in the corner.
The woman smiled when she saw Buffy.
"Hey, B. I found this nice lady here who told me some interesting things about
your former life."
"Well. Isn't that nice. Where's my son?" Buffy handed Jesse her sword slowly as
Faith turned to point a pile of bodies in the middle of the room. Jesse had
been trained at the darkest hour of the night, and she was more prepared to
take Faith than Buffy was herself.
"He lays there. But he won't wake up." Buffy started the fight. She grabbed Faith's wrists,
pulled her in close, and kissed her forehead before knocking her head into the brick wall
near Jesse.
"Take her," she yelled to Jesse, rushing to her son's body. His soft curls were matted
with blood. Tears welling in her eyes, she looked at the woman in the corner. She looked
familiar. And then it all came running back to her. "Glorificus."
"Slayer. You had my key. You could have been the key. You or your Mom. So I took your son.
I drank him."
"Been reduced to vampire now?"
"I think of it as upgrade. Now I won't even get gray hair."
"Until I dust you."
"You'll never du-" she forgot how much a stake through the heart hurt. Buffy turned her
face back down to her sons body. He chest was still heaving. She let one tear roll down
her cheek before taking him up. If he was still breathing the spirit hadn't risen yet.
She turned to Faith, who's just been kicked down to the floor.
"Is this an apocalyptic thing?"
Faith smiled, and jumped back up, grabbing Jesse by the hair. "Of course, B."
She held her sons body closer, and let his hair graze her cheek. "Breathe, Will...
C'mon, be strong."
The weakest voice she'd ever heard, but was so happy to hear said: "I wanna be
strong like you and Daddy, Mommy. I'm happy you and Daddy are in love again."
He began to cough, and she felt a warm pool of blood spilling on her shoulder.
She pulled her son back, cradling him.
"C'mon, Will, please, don't do this... Please."
"I don't like in here, Mommy."
Buffy stood, still holding her son tight, and walked to the window. She piled crates
on top of one another, and jumped she landed on her back. "You okay, Will?"
"Yeah."
She looked forlornly at her son. "I have to go help Jesse fight. Can you stay out here?"
She really didn't want to leave him alone.
He nodded slowly. She handed him her pager, showing him the red button on it. "This makes
it beep really loud. If you need me, push it, okay? If it beeps, and it says 911-9, it's
Auntie Willow. If it's 911-7, it's Daddy, if it's 911-3, it's Auntie Dawn. Push the button
if it beeps, okay?"
William nodded. Buffy stood, and walked back into the factory. Faith lay costed on the
ground, Jesse standing before her. Jesse turned to look at her mentor. "You wanna stake her?"
"I'd love to, Jess. She's someone who has ruined a lot of my life. But your kill
should be someone important. Go on." She handed Jesse her stake.
Dust. Then loud shrieking of a pager, and screams from a boy. "William."
I smiled one day
I might again soon
I'll smile again
Against the sweet moon
Cause when it is full
We know what is out
The best of the demons
My sweet song, no doubt
I loved you
I always will
I need you
To survive the kill
I'm happy without you
And happier with
I'm glad you are lving
And will not face death
Because I've been there once
I've been there twice
Death is my gift
But what is the price?
By Heather Nguyen
Still NOT OVER! ONE or TWO chapter's left! Review, or you never get the last chapter!!! Can
I have at least 5? 6? They make me happy, and make me write faster. All the poetry is by me.
You can borrow if it you want, just link me to the site. There will be a fee to those who do
not ask permission. Like I have time to look at EVERY site just to check. Ignore me, I have
issues. But, hey, review, and check out my parody, which should be near this story,
The Moment I Saw You Die.
the stairs, waiting for her daughters answer. There was none. "Jesse?"
She cautiously made her way upstairs, slowly taking one step at a time.
"Are you up here?" Buffy's room was empty, as well as hers, and the room
she shared with Xander. Where was Xander? Panicking, she went to the
phone at her desk, and dialed Xanders cell. "Xander?"
"Hey Honey, Spike just came by here-"
"Jesse's missing."
"What?"
"She's missing, and so is Buffy."
"Spike told me Faith took William. What if she took Buffy and Jesse?"
"What if Buffy took Jesse?"
"That's ridiculous, Will. Why would Buffy want Jesse?"
"Xander, she was called."
"What?"
"She was called."
"No, Willow, not my daughter."
"Yes, Xand. What if Buffy took her?"
"Our family cannot have been called for a slayer, Willow. I sent in
a very specific letter stating I did not want our family called-"
"It doesn't matter, Xander. The calling isn't the Council's job, it's
destiny's. Our daughter was called, and who better to train her than Buffy?"
"She took her without our permission Willow. Where did she go?"
"I don't know, where was Spike headed?"
"Hospital. Why?"
"Wherever he goes, Buffy's gonna stop him. He's getting the seven." Willow hung
up, leaving Xander on the other line "whatting".
After several decapitations, a stop at Dawns for some swords, and a kiss for
sixteen year old Josh, to whom Buffy had given her mothers old Jeep, they
had finally arrived at the factory. Buffy kicked down the door. Faith stood
amidst a crowd of hooded minions, and a cowering woman in the corner.
The woman smiled when she saw Buffy.
"Hey, B. I found this nice lady here who told me some interesting things about
your former life."
"Well. Isn't that nice. Where's my son?" Buffy handed Jesse her sword slowly as
Faith turned to point a pile of bodies in the middle of the room. Jesse had
been trained at the darkest hour of the night, and she was more prepared to
take Faith than Buffy was herself.
"He lays there. But he won't wake up." Buffy started the fight. She grabbed Faith's wrists,
pulled her in close, and kissed her forehead before knocking her head into the brick wall
near Jesse.
"Take her," she yelled to Jesse, rushing to her son's body. His soft curls were matted
with blood. Tears welling in her eyes, she looked at the woman in the corner. She looked
familiar. And then it all came running back to her. "Glorificus."
"Slayer. You had my key. You could have been the key. You or your Mom. So I took your son.
I drank him."
"Been reduced to vampire now?"
"I think of it as upgrade. Now I won't even get gray hair."
"Until I dust you."
"You'll never du-" she forgot how much a stake through the heart hurt. Buffy turned her
face back down to her sons body. He chest was still heaving. She let one tear roll down
her cheek before taking him up. If he was still breathing the spirit hadn't risen yet.
She turned to Faith, who's just been kicked down to the floor.
"Is this an apocalyptic thing?"
Faith smiled, and jumped back up, grabbing Jesse by the hair. "Of course, B."
She held her sons body closer, and let his hair graze her cheek. "Breathe, Will...
C'mon, be strong."
The weakest voice she'd ever heard, but was so happy to hear said: "I wanna be
strong like you and Daddy, Mommy. I'm happy you and Daddy are in love again."
He began to cough, and she felt a warm pool of blood spilling on her shoulder.
She pulled her son back, cradling him.
"C'mon, Will, please, don't do this... Please."
"I don't like in here, Mommy."
Buffy stood, still holding her son tight, and walked to the window. She piled crates
on top of one another, and jumped she landed on her back. "You okay, Will?"
"Yeah."
She looked forlornly at her son. "I have to go help Jesse fight. Can you stay out here?"
She really didn't want to leave him alone.
He nodded slowly. She handed him her pager, showing him the red button on it. "This makes
it beep really loud. If you need me, push it, okay? If it beeps, and it says 911-9, it's
Auntie Willow. If it's 911-7, it's Daddy, if it's 911-3, it's Auntie Dawn. Push the button
if it beeps, okay?"
William nodded. Buffy stood, and walked back into the factory. Faith lay costed on the
ground, Jesse standing before her. Jesse turned to look at her mentor. "You wanna stake her?"
"I'd love to, Jess. She's someone who has ruined a lot of my life. But your kill
should be someone important. Go on." She handed Jesse her stake.
Dust. Then loud shrieking of a pager, and screams from a boy. "William."
I smiled one day
I might again soon
I'll smile again
Against the sweet moon
Cause when it is full
We know what is out
The best of the demons
My sweet song, no doubt
I loved you
I always will
I need you
To survive the kill
I'm happy without you
And happier with
I'm glad you are lving
And will not face death
Because I've been there once
I've been there twice
Death is my gift
But what is the price?
By Heather Nguyen
Still NOT OVER! ONE or TWO chapter's left! Review, or you never get the last chapter!!! Can
I have at least 5? 6? They make me happy, and make me write faster. All the poetry is by me.
You can borrow if it you want, just link me to the site. There will be a fee to those who do
not ask permission. Like I have time to look at EVERY site just to check. Ignore me, I have
issues. But, hey, review, and check out my parody, which should be near this story,
The Moment I Saw You Die.