Desecration

Desecration

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Willow sat in a meditational form, breathing deeply, chanting something in Hebrew.

"What's she saying?" Anya asked.

"She's cursing you." Spike answered, not actually expecting her to believe it.

"She's doing what?" Anya responded.

Spike just rolled his eyes and let Willow concentrate on her spell. She hadn't even mentioned what the hell she was doing.

Willow suddenly stopped and her face went blank. Her eyes were shut and she didn't move. "Will?" Spike groaned. He glanced around with concern for a moment. "Is that supposed to happen?"

Giles looked even more concerned, but pretended not to be. "Willow knows what she's doing."

As soon as Giles said that last word, Willow's eyes popped open and she breathed out. "Buffy's not dead."

"Come again, love?" Spike grumbled, not believing it.

"She is dead. Here, at least. She exists in another dimension. The one she dove into. You're losing the shared' soul because she's so far away." Willow explained.

Angel was tense. He felt cold icy shots up through his veins. "Did you see her?"

"Kind of yeah." Willow answered.

"Is she ok?" He demanded.

Willow felt her stomach turn. "Not really."

Spike's glance darted up from picking at his fading black nail polish to straight at Willow. "What the fuck does that mean?"

Willow swallowed hard and tried to make saying the words as easy as she could. Just thinking it was bringing her to tears again. "The place she's in isn't a happy place. They aren't very welcoming of Buffy they wanted the gateway open. She stopped it. Buffy is trapped in eternal torment."

Angel acted like he'd already known it before Willow even opened her mouth. "You've got to be able to stop it."

"There's a way. I can make her really dead. But it's dangerous and takes two witches. Tara will help Then you guys can turn her" Willow was crying. Everyone knew it was harder and far more dangerous than she'd say.

"Hurry." Spike moaned. "What What are they doing to her?"

"Fire. They're using fire. It's a lot like the hell the Bible describes." Willow answered, almost instinctively.

"Sick fucks." Spike slammed his fist into the wall as hard as his immortal hand could.

"Fix this." Angel commanded.

Willow blinked. "We'll try. But it's dangerous. Tara and I might not make it back alive"

"For your sake I hope you bloody aren't having second thoughts." Spike threatened. "Slayer isn't just dead. We're talking eternal torment here. You die, Will, that's peaceful. Your best friend is hurting forever!"

"We'll do it." Willow confirmed, speaking for herself as well as Tara. "Angel, can you go get Tara?"

"Sun's rising soon." Angel answered. "I'll go tell her to head over here. I might not make it back with her." He left the room without objecting.

A minute after Angel had left, Willow brought it up. "Spike I couldn't say this Angel around Buffy was calling your name."

Spike almost laughed. "She must have been calling for all of us, Will."

Willow shook her head. "No, Spike She was calling for you. Over, and over, and over."

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"Angel!" Tara exclaimed with surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Willow needs - We all need your help. For Buffy." Angel explained flatly. "Willow says it's dangerous."

Tara hesitated for a second, but looked up with a weak smile. "Whatever it takes."

"Sun's rising. I can't go with you. Willow's at the magic shop and she needs you. Can you go?"

"Yeah." You could see it on her face – Tara didn't want to do anything dangerous. Either that, or she knew whatever Willow was planning was too advanced for her.

Tara left Angel in her dorm as she left to meet up with Willow at the Magic Shop. Angel shut the shades.

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Tara entered the backroom of the magic shop, where she had been directed by Giles and Anya, who had just opened shop. She found Spike and Willow sitting in total silence.

Tara stopped herself. "What's he doing here?"

Willow just looked up at Tara and pleaded with her eyes. "Please, hon, not now?"

Tara pushed her hair behind her eyes, but didn't say anything more. She didn't want to upset Willow anymore than she already had – not to mention Spike was looking pretty scary.

"So, can you guys do it?" Spike stumbled over the words.

"What exactly are we doing?" Tara asked.

"Buffy's alive in another dimension." Willow explained. "We've got to get there and kill her. She's in torment there, and if we kill her there, she'll really be dead. Then Spike and Angel are going to turn Buffy. I'll give her back her soul."

"Don't forget mine." Spike added.

Willow smiled up at Tara. "Spike wants one too."

Tara looked surprised, but didn't comment about Spike. Instead, she focused on the spell. "Do you know how to do that, Willow?"

Willow nodded. "I found it online. We don't actually need to transport out bodies –We have to do what I did when Buffy was trapped in Catatonia. "

Tara looked embarrassed. "I don't know how to do that."

"You just have to focus your entire spiritual soul on the person who's mind you want to enter. It's not that hard." Willow said bluntly.

"Not that hard? Willow, what's happening to you?' The conversation was starting again. Willow knew it – and wasn't going to go there again,

"Nothing. Anyway, we've got to do this now. Buffy's burning. Literally." She begged. "You can do this, Tara. They make it look hard because it can be misused really easily – but it's not that hard. C'mon."

Tara nodded, and sat down next to Willow at the table she sat at.

Willow tore open a box sitting near her feet, and yanked out a candle. She lit it without even chanting anything. It just egnited.

Willow took Tara's hands in hers and the two of them stayed completely silent, hopefully focusing on getting into Buffy's half-dead head.
Spike watched silently as he saw the hysteria of both their faces, but neither said anything or made any major movements.
After only a mere two minutes, Willow and Tara both opened their eyes.
"I can't believe I did that." Tara panicked.
"What happened?" Spike pleaded with Tara and Willow to tell him something anything about how things had gone. "I keep bloody seeing her – over and over. I keep bloody watching her scream. I keep watching her -"
Willow interrupted. "We did it errr Tara did it."
"Did what?" Spike insisted. "You killed her?"
Tara mumbled back, "Yeah."
"You're totally sure there wasn't a way to drag that her back over here?" He demanded, almost angry that they'd been successful.
Willow nodded. "This was the only way Shouldn't you be happy? Her torment is over! Ok?"
Spike shook his head around a little bit. "She's gone. So is her soul. Almost. Sorry."
Willow understood that time, and almost apologized, but realized it was Spike who should say he was sorry. And he had. "You and Angel have to have to do it tonight. You're gonna have to dig up her body."
Spike twitched a little. "I know. We'll go as soon as the sun goes down."
Willow laughed a little. "You're stuck here until it does, huh?"
Spike rolled his eyes. "I guess so."
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Dawn set her bag down next to where she stood as the man she didn't even know rang the doorbell to the small house out in hicksville, USA as far as Dawn was concerned.
An older woman, maybe 55 or 60 opened the door and smiled when she saw Dawn. "And you must be little Dawn! Come in! Come in! You're going to love it here, Honey."
"I have a feeling I'm not." She answered, as she stepped through the door.
She looked around, only to find paintings of ballerinas and teddy bears mixed in with vases on every table. "Interesting house." She mocked.
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The sun had just set, and finally Spike emerged from the backroom and walked out into the main area of the store.
Angel was standing right there, already prepared to do what they both knew they had to do. As much as they didn't want to work together, there they were standing side by side.
Xander was also there, and was the first to say anything. "I'm going with you guys so we don't have any dogfights. Now, let me explain the rules-"
"Now fucking isn't the time." Spike snapped back. "Your jokes are lame even when it is the time anyway."
"Don't mind him, He doesn't have a soul." Angel teased, but his pace changed. "We should go."
"Good luck to all!" Anya cheered on, but no one answered. They were too busy leaving to save the one who'd saved them so many times.
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Spike jammed a rusted shovel into the dirt in front of the grave that read "Buffy Anne Summers – 1981-2001 – She saved the world alot." and pulled out a chunk of dirt.
Angel started digging near the middle of the grave, and Xander the furthest from the headstone.
Suddenly, after less than a few minutes, a flashlight glared in the eyes of the three gravediggers.
A voice broke the silence as well as the darkness, "What kind of sick fucked up perverts are you boys? Digging up a dead body?" The unknown voice was soon coming from a 20-something male police officer walking towards them. "You guys are under arrest."