New Beginnings
New Beginnings
Part 8
"At
the precise moment the spell is complete, I want to inject the epinephrine. When do you suggest I do that?"
"Well,
when you hear the phrase, 'Asa sa fie! Acum!'…"
Buffy's
mind went blank for a second. All
that techno mumbo jumbo, probably meaning there was a large chance of this
screwing up, did not do much for her anxiety level.
"Xander,
how long have I been dead now?"
"Oh,
over 100 years, why?"
Spike's
urge to laugh was quickly overcome by his roommate's Evil Eye to Xander. 'Oh,
come on! It was funny!'
"You're
not helping, Xander."
"Oh! I didn't mean to be a smart ass. I
mean, I like to be a smart ass, it's sort of, how does Spike say that? It's my raisin tetra."
"Raison
d'être, you moron."
"Yeah,
whatever. I thought you were him
and…well, you, Buffy, have been dead for about 6 hours now." Xander scrunched up his face in contemplation. "Ok, I thought I'd heard myself say every strange thing that could be
said. That was way out there."
Buffy
shot up from Spike's seat and began to pace. "Slayer, sit down, would you? You're
driving me batty."
"As
I said before, not too far to go." She
turned her attention to Willow and Tara. "So,
is this thing going to work, or am I going to end up in Xander this time? Or worse yet, some passing chaos demon. I don't want to have antlers. Ooo! And I don't want to end up in some unidentified demon that came out of
the portal. Who knows what could
happen then. You'd probably never
see me again. You think Spike and I
don't get along, you should see me try to get along with a demon who doesn't
understand shopping, or exfoliation, or bathing, or chocolate, or…"
"Buffy,
do shut up!" Giles glared at the
duo again.
"Hey!"
"Yes,
Buffy, do." Spike could barely
get the words out of his mouth before she slapped him in the back of the head.
"I
don't get it. You're just
hitting yourself you know."
"Force
of habit, Spike. Besides, it's
worth it."
A
genuine smile crept to the pale vampire's face. The moment of peace was short lived, however, as the Watcher announced
that he was ready for the spell to begin.
Without
a moment of hesitation, Willow and Tara joined hands and began to chant the
infamous words of the ensouling spell. "Te
implor, Doamne, nu ignora aceasta rugaminte…" Their eyes went black as night, a sure sign that they had tapped into the
magicks.
Buffy
and Spike looked around at everyone. Giles
sat reverently at Buffy's side, syringe in hand.
"…al
fiintei…"
Xander
had become quite pale. Beads of
sweat formed on his upper lip and brow.
"Lasa
orbita sa fie vasul care-i va transporta, sufletul la Elizabeth Anne
Summers…" Willow poured a
sample of skin and hair over the orb. Spike
absentmindedly wondered why it wasn't blood until Buffy reminded him she had
none left.
"Asa
sa fie! Asa sa fie! Acum!"
Faintly,
Buffy heard Spike whimper her name. His
eyes glowed and his body collapsed in a painful heap on the floor as he grasped
his head. Perhaps he thought if he
held it tight enough, it would not explode from the pressure. The next thing Buffy felt was Spike's cool body
disappearing and being replaced with ice cold. Ice cold what she could not see. She
felt herself tumbling down a dark tube…a passageway. In the distance she could hear Giles' voice, scared and
worried. Then she heard Willow
screaming and Tara crying. The
surroundings became colder still. Spike's
voice screamed in agony. Colder and
colder until finally…nothing. She
was no longer falling. She felt no
cold, no heat, no pain, no movement. No
consciousness.
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TBC
