AN: Kay, this ones shorter. But deal with it. Once I
get thru al the "normal" slayer shit, its gonna get
good.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: ASPECTED
The next morning, I woke up, with Angel's arm still wrapped around me, just as we were last night. He was awake, and in the other hand he held an old book. One from my bookshelf. On the nightstand were a bunch of others, probably already read. He was concentrating so hard on the book, he didn't notice that I was awake. I shifted in his arms, and asked him,
"What are you reading?" He looked at me.
"I'm trying to see if any of these books have something on the Sarathan Demon."
"Is that the big ugly thing that I'm getting my little present from?"
"Yeah."
"Find anything?"
"Well, this book has a spell to get rid of an aspect of the demon, but it looks really complicated...some of these ingredients are really rare. I don't know if you can get them in New York."
"You obviously aren't a native New Yorker. You can get everything in New York. You just have to know where to look."
"I'm not so sure that that rule applies to magic," he closed the book, put it on the nightstand, and held my head in his hand. "But I'll find everything the spell needs for you." I smiled weakly, and hugged him. While I held him, my head started to hurt again. I think I said "ow" but I'm not quite sure, because what I saw next hurt me physically, not just grossing me out.
I saw someone tied to a tree, and getting their innards cut out of them, while they were still alive, screaming, until their throat was slit by the long knife the person whose perspective I looked through was holding. Was it me? What was going on? I felt dizzy, and it seemed as though I fell out of the vision. Next thing I knew, Angel was looking at me, anxious, holding my shoulders, keeping me from shaking too much. I was breathing harder than I do after I run five miles on weekends.
"Ari, what happened? What did you see?"
"I don't want to talk about it..." I really didn't. I was feeling sick to my stomach, I was shaking and the dizziness hadn't gone away. If anything, it got worse. The whole room started to spin, and my head was pounding.
"Are you okay?"
"My head hurts. Everything's going around and around and around... and I feel sick to my stomach."
"Okay. Stay here. I'll get Laura." He started to get up. I weakly reached for his arm.
"No..." He brushed my hand aside and went out of the room.
~*~
I had four more visions that night. All were accompanied by dizziness, non-sensicality, queasiness and a headache that felt as though my head were being ripped open with a chain saw and being picked through. Like the military inspects your car when you try to get into an army base or whatever. In other words, it hurt a lot. Angel and Laura stayed with me the whole night. Laura would give me medicine, taking my temperature every so often, while Angel would look through Laura's book collection and give me the occasional kiss on the head and tell me that I was being brave. I slept a lot of the time, before and after visions, usually. Each vision was of the severe mauling of a human being, and each new one was worse than the last.
What was so scary about them was that I felt as though those things were being done to myself. I could feel the pain of the person who was having it done to them. I still didn't understand what I was supposed to do about it all. Laura called Dex, after the third vision, and then Angel talked to him. He told him what we needed, or that's what I think he was talking to him about. I fell asleep a little after. When I woke up, I awoke to a head splitting migraine and another vision that I don't think I have the words or the stomach to try and describe. After the vision, Laura took my temperature, Angel held my hand, and I saw that Dex was there too. He had all these bottles of stuff, probably ingredients for the spell, all lined up on my dresser. He was mixing some of them, looking at labels, and didn't even bother to come over to me. He was too busy making whatever was supposed to help me. If it would work, that is. Laura told me I didn't have to go to school the next day, recovery or not. Dex announced that he only needed one more ingredient for the spell to be complete then: fresh human blood. We were all taken aback by this, even Dex. All of us, that is, except Angel. He didn't look appalled by this at all. I held out my arm to Dex.
"You can use mine." I told him. I don't know why. I couldn't stand shots or blood drawings.
"No, the book clearly states that it must be someone unaffected by demon impurities, and not anyone of blood relation to the subject."
"Well, I'm stumped then."
"How about me?" Laura said.
"No." Angel said suddenly. He had moved away to the window then, once Dex announced the news.
"What?" I asked him.
"I'll get it." Dex didn't like this idea.
"No you will not! You are not going to harm an innocent human being to heal Ari. No matter how important it is. We can draw blood from Laura-"
"No. I can find someone who just died, and draw blood from their body."
"There's not enough time." Dex told him firmly. He took out a needle, and Laura gave him her arm. He put antiseptic on her arm, and then drew the blood. I didn't watch. I couldn't stand needles. Dex turned his back, and went back over to where he was mixing the ingredients.
"Don't spill any on the furniture," Laura told him. Or, I think she did. Everything was slowly fading away again. Back to darkness, to dreamland...
"Ari, stay awake." Angel shook my shoulder. I jerked outta my half-asleep state. Dex finished mixing the potion, in a beaker that Laura kept for potions especially, and took out the glass stirring rod. He handed Angel the beaker, who tipped my head back.
"Ready?"
"Ugh..." I started to get another headache again. He opened my mouth, pressed the beaker's rim to my lips, and poured some of the liquid down my throat. It tasted horrible. Like salt water, blood, puke, and sulfur. I choked, sitting up. The headache drained away. Angel kissed the top of my head.
"Lie down," he instructed me. I did, settling back into bed.
"Will this work?" Asked Laura.
"If I made the potion correctly, it should. Ari will be fine."
"What if it didn't?" Laura was worried about me, I guess.
"We'll worry about that if it comes to pass," Dex always said junk like that.
"We should let her rest. Clear out of here." Angel said. I heard them all leave, and I fell asleep minutes later.
AN: See? wasnt that short and bad? why dont you post a review telling me what you think. NOW.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: ASPECTED
The next morning, I woke up, with Angel's arm still wrapped around me, just as we were last night. He was awake, and in the other hand he held an old book. One from my bookshelf. On the nightstand were a bunch of others, probably already read. He was concentrating so hard on the book, he didn't notice that I was awake. I shifted in his arms, and asked him,
"What are you reading?" He looked at me.
"I'm trying to see if any of these books have something on the Sarathan Demon."
"Is that the big ugly thing that I'm getting my little present from?"
"Yeah."
"Find anything?"
"Well, this book has a spell to get rid of an aspect of the demon, but it looks really complicated...some of these ingredients are really rare. I don't know if you can get them in New York."
"You obviously aren't a native New Yorker. You can get everything in New York. You just have to know where to look."
"I'm not so sure that that rule applies to magic," he closed the book, put it on the nightstand, and held my head in his hand. "But I'll find everything the spell needs for you." I smiled weakly, and hugged him. While I held him, my head started to hurt again. I think I said "ow" but I'm not quite sure, because what I saw next hurt me physically, not just grossing me out.
I saw someone tied to a tree, and getting their innards cut out of them, while they were still alive, screaming, until their throat was slit by the long knife the person whose perspective I looked through was holding. Was it me? What was going on? I felt dizzy, and it seemed as though I fell out of the vision. Next thing I knew, Angel was looking at me, anxious, holding my shoulders, keeping me from shaking too much. I was breathing harder than I do after I run five miles on weekends.
"Ari, what happened? What did you see?"
"I don't want to talk about it..." I really didn't. I was feeling sick to my stomach, I was shaking and the dizziness hadn't gone away. If anything, it got worse. The whole room started to spin, and my head was pounding.
"Are you okay?"
"My head hurts. Everything's going around and around and around... and I feel sick to my stomach."
"Okay. Stay here. I'll get Laura." He started to get up. I weakly reached for his arm.
"No..." He brushed my hand aside and went out of the room.
~*~
I had four more visions that night. All were accompanied by dizziness, non-sensicality, queasiness and a headache that felt as though my head were being ripped open with a chain saw and being picked through. Like the military inspects your car when you try to get into an army base or whatever. In other words, it hurt a lot. Angel and Laura stayed with me the whole night. Laura would give me medicine, taking my temperature every so often, while Angel would look through Laura's book collection and give me the occasional kiss on the head and tell me that I was being brave. I slept a lot of the time, before and after visions, usually. Each vision was of the severe mauling of a human being, and each new one was worse than the last.
What was so scary about them was that I felt as though those things were being done to myself. I could feel the pain of the person who was having it done to them. I still didn't understand what I was supposed to do about it all. Laura called Dex, after the third vision, and then Angel talked to him. He told him what we needed, or that's what I think he was talking to him about. I fell asleep a little after. When I woke up, I awoke to a head splitting migraine and another vision that I don't think I have the words or the stomach to try and describe. After the vision, Laura took my temperature, Angel held my hand, and I saw that Dex was there too. He had all these bottles of stuff, probably ingredients for the spell, all lined up on my dresser. He was mixing some of them, looking at labels, and didn't even bother to come over to me. He was too busy making whatever was supposed to help me. If it would work, that is. Laura told me I didn't have to go to school the next day, recovery or not. Dex announced that he only needed one more ingredient for the spell to be complete then: fresh human blood. We were all taken aback by this, even Dex. All of us, that is, except Angel. He didn't look appalled by this at all. I held out my arm to Dex.
"You can use mine." I told him. I don't know why. I couldn't stand shots or blood drawings.
"No, the book clearly states that it must be someone unaffected by demon impurities, and not anyone of blood relation to the subject."
"Well, I'm stumped then."
"How about me?" Laura said.
"No." Angel said suddenly. He had moved away to the window then, once Dex announced the news.
"What?" I asked him.
"I'll get it." Dex didn't like this idea.
"No you will not! You are not going to harm an innocent human being to heal Ari. No matter how important it is. We can draw blood from Laura-"
"No. I can find someone who just died, and draw blood from their body."
"There's not enough time." Dex told him firmly. He took out a needle, and Laura gave him her arm. He put antiseptic on her arm, and then drew the blood. I didn't watch. I couldn't stand needles. Dex turned his back, and went back over to where he was mixing the ingredients.
"Don't spill any on the furniture," Laura told him. Or, I think she did. Everything was slowly fading away again. Back to darkness, to dreamland...
"Ari, stay awake." Angel shook my shoulder. I jerked outta my half-asleep state. Dex finished mixing the potion, in a beaker that Laura kept for potions especially, and took out the glass stirring rod. He handed Angel the beaker, who tipped my head back.
"Ready?"
"Ugh..." I started to get another headache again. He opened my mouth, pressed the beaker's rim to my lips, and poured some of the liquid down my throat. It tasted horrible. Like salt water, blood, puke, and sulfur. I choked, sitting up. The headache drained away. Angel kissed the top of my head.
"Lie down," he instructed me. I did, settling back into bed.
"Will this work?" Asked Laura.
"If I made the potion correctly, it should. Ari will be fine."
"What if it didn't?" Laura was worried about me, I guess.
"We'll worry about that if it comes to pass," Dex always said junk like that.
"We should let her rest. Clear out of here." Angel said. I heard them all leave, and I fell asleep minutes later.
AN: See? wasnt that short and bad? why dont you post a review telling me what you think. NOW.