Wild
Is The Wind
Wild Is The Wind
Disclaimer - I do not own any of BtVS or AtS characters. They all belong to
the Joss Pack. Other non BtVS or AtS characters are all mine.
Part 9/???
Distribution - FINNatics and my site - The Claddagh Fanfiction Archive. Other
people please ask me first I will probably say yes.
Timeline: Set some time after "In the Woods"
SPOILERS: Anything before IN THE WOODS
Rating: PG maybe... I am not that good with Ratings
AUTHOR'S NOTE 1 - No... I am not crazy. And yes... this is a Riley fiction.
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2 -It is not a Buffy/Riley shipper fanfiction. I am still a
B/A hopelessly shipper... I ship B/A, Cordy/Doyle, Willow/Oz... see... all
the broken couples : )
AUTHOR'S NOTE 3 - * * denotes internal thought.
AUTHOR'S NOTE 4 - Song: Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler
Teaser: Changes in Riley's life lead him to Brasil.
Dedication: To Lisa, for all the "inquiring mind" and beta stuff,
Nicole, Chris and mimi for the wonderful support and feedback.
Feedback: Please... mi casa es su casa. sgavino@gbl.com.br / claddagh@ieg.com.br
***
Sunnydale
"What?" Riley shouted angrily. During their trip from Los Angeles
to Sunnydale, Riley and Graham had been talking calmly about the last/past
months. Riley told his old friend about how he met Lea and how suddenly he
found himself madly in love with her.
Graham
told him that Buffy had gone on a mission to Los Angeles to help Angel and
as he noticed Riley's jaw starting to tense he changed subjects and started
to tell him all about the Tjokal
As
Riley had already read the files soon both men were in full commando mode
changing opinions about the demon. What most worried them both was the fact
that the Tjokal was able to change his form, like a shapeshifter. So they
never knew what he would look next. They arrived in Sunnydale faster than
they imagined and Graham parked his adapted car in front of his house. Taking
a deep breath he started.
"Riley,
man, there's still something I have to tell you. I kind of meet a girl."
Riley
smiled at him, he felt happy that someone else could manage to see further
Graham deficiency and as he remained in silence the other continued.
"And
she's living with me." He paused cause he simply couldn't find the courage
to tell Riley that Drusilla was a vampire.
Riley
tapped him on the shoulder as he pulled the wheelchair to the door.
"Way
to go Graham. Wish Lea was here."
"She
will be soon." Said a dark haired woman standing on the doorway and staring
staring at him. "But she just phoned." She smiled and Riley could
almost swear that there was something wrong about the girl, but before he
was able to speak she continued. "I hope this time you do the things
the right way, pet." She blinked at him. "She's not the Slayer,
you know. Not even the little vampiress you used to play with."
That
was when Riley shouted out loud.
********
Raising
his eyes from the book, Giles watched as Willow typed furiously some words
on her laptop, he could not help noticing that each day she was looking more
and more similar to Jenny. Her attitudes and her posture, all the wiccan stuff.
Since Tara had gone away to Cornwall, Willow started to spend more time with
Giles and when Buffy left town she even slept over sometimes due to the amount
of research they had. He let his eyes wander through her hands remembering
how soft they were, remembering her touching him as she changed his bandages...
"What?"
her voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Ah?"
"You
were staring at me." She smiled happily.
"No
I wasn't." Giles tried to look normal but he knew he hadn't succeed.
"Yes
you were, Rupert."
*
Rupert. She just called me Rupert.*
Giles
closed the book. "Excuse me, Willow. Since when you call me by my first
name?"
She
went through all shades of red.
"Well,
I thought that since I am sleeping here sometimes, changing your bandages
and giving you breakfast, calling you by your first name wouldn't be a bad
thing. Is it a bad thing?"
All
of a sudden, Willow regretted to have tried to create this intimate atmosphere.
Giles was sure looking uncomfortable and she just wanted ton conjure a big
hole on the ground to hide herself.
Giles
was still amazed with the fact that she actually called him Rupert. Never
his name had sounded that sweet. Willow was still waiting for an answer and
as he put the book aside and raised from the chair she wished he would touch
her and kiss her and...
"If
you can call me Rupert, I guess I can call you Will." He rested his hand
on her shoulder and looked straight into her eyes. Willow lowered her head,
trying to make her lips touch Giles fingers. Both of them closed the eyes
in anticipation, hungering for this moment when Xander Harris stormed into
the room.
"G-man,
Will I need to." He stopped in his tracks. "What's going on here?"
********
Los
Angeles
Turnaround
Every now and then I get a little bit lonely
And you're never coming around
Turnaround
Every now and then I get a little bit tired
Of listening to the sound of my tears
She was dreaming. The wind was blowing her hair and his hands were caressing
her cheeks. She was dreaming and she did not want to wake up. His touch was
warm and tender and she could swear heaven was on the next cloud.
Buffy
moaned on her sleep and moved closer to Angel's hand. In her dreams he was
completed healed and they were happy and free. That was the reason why she
wanted to go on dreaming. Reality was not so good, Angel was not healed and
they were not free. She felt his hand on the back of her neck and smiled tenderly.
Her dreams were always so real and this one was the most perfect one.
"Buffy."
She
jumped off the floor, completely awaken. Since Angel's got his soul back,
Buffy had been sleeping beside his cage, waiting patiently for a sign that
he was recovering. And now it was the time.
"Angel?"
He
growled and closed his eyes again. She felt her eyes fill with tears as he
spoke in a husky voice.
"Pain.
All. Over."
The
tears were now running free down her cheeks as she took slowly steps into
his direction. Carefully she knelt down beside him and reach out to touch
his chin. He was hot and sweated but a fainted smile crossed his beautiful
face as her fingers caressed him.
"You.
Ease. My. Pain. Always."
Angel
opened his eyes and thought, "This must be heaven."
Turnaround
Every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
Turnaround
Every now and then I get a little bit terrified
And then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround, bright eyes
Every now and then I fall apart
Buffy
started to sob out loud, but she was smiling. Angel was back. Back for good,
now they just needed some time.
******
Rio
de Janeiro
Turnaround
Every now and then I get a little bit restless
And I dream of something wild
Lea
looked around trying to find a way to escape in case she freaked out. Three
of the elder women of the tribe were standing in the middle of the room facing
her. All of them were dressed in black and had their hair in a braid resting
on their right shoulder. On a table near the fireplace Lea saw a dagger, and
as Nira started the Romani chanting the women headed to the table and made
a circle around it.
Nariel
was standing right behind Lea. He hadn't spoke a word since they left her
place and headed to Nira's house. Lea was so used to his soft voice and endless
speech that somehow she knew that his silence was a hint to how important
this ritual should be. She closed her eyes as he whispered into her ear.
"Surrender
to the magic. Surrender to your destiny."
The
first woman took hold of the dagger and spoke out loud in a strange old accent
, her haunted voice filling the room.
"I
shall be thou eyes. My vision shall know no frontiers nor darkness. Shall
thou be able to see truth and deceit, love and hate, heart and soul."
Lea
opened her eyes to see the woman bringing the dagger to her shoulders and
cutting her white hair. The old gypsy blinked her eyes and the second woman
was now in possession of the dagger.
"I
shall be thou server, as shall all the animals that served me. Wolf or snake,
dog or cat. May thou voice know no frontiers in the animal kingdom."
With
that strange words, she cut her hair and Lea started to fell dizzy. It was
like if her head was too big and she was suffocating. Then the third woman
started to speak and her voice was deep and she sounded like a horning angel.
"I
shall be thou wisdom. Your knowledge to the underworld. Spells and witchcraft
shall be my gift. May your knowledge serve us well."
And
with a fast movement she cut her braid and threw it on the fireplace. As the
hair started to burn, Lea reached out to Nira in order not to fall. As darkness
surrounded her, Nariel's cold hand was the left thing she felt.
Turnaround
Every now and then I get a little bit helpless
And I'm lying like a child in your arms
TBC
