Synopsis: Willow and Dawn attempts to bring Buffy back
through the resurrection spell. An interactive continuation of
Deathwatch.
Rating: G
Date Written: Wednesday, 1 August, 2001
Note: This is an interactive journey in an attempt to
discover the realms of the Slayer's origin and rebirth. These are
pure speculations. Let me know what you think.
Credits: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss
Whedon and the powers that be. Partial script taken from :
Forever, The Gift All music and lyrics are properties of
their composers. I outlined them all
Characters: Buffy Willow Xander Anya
Dawn Giles Spike
Willow opened the infamous book about life and resurrection. On
its cover was a seal of a scaraeb, which according to
ancient Egypt superstition, was believed to be a symbol of
rebirth.
"I-I need something more," said Willow. "This will
not work."
"What do you mean it won't work?" asked Dawn, "Doc
said you only need the ingredients and a spell, and --poof!"
"I-It had been 3 months. Her body had been with the earth
for too long and w-who knows what nature already done with
it?" said Willow worried on what would become of Buffy once
she performed the spell. "We wouldn't want a dead Buffy,
right?"
"You're absolutely right," agreed Xander, "it
wouldn't be the same."
"What can we do?" asked Spike.
"There is a way," said Willow, "A time-reverse
spell."
Everybody looked at her inquiringly.
"I've been practicing this spell for sometime now, and I've
almost perfected it, but--" she paused.
"But what?" asked Dawn.
"I cannot perform the time-reverse spell and the
resurrection spell at the same time," Willow explained,
"I need somebody else to resurrect her."
"I'll do it," volunteered Spike.
"No!" stopped Dawn, "I will do it. I've done it
before, I know what to do."
"Dawn..."
"No Spike! I know Buffy asked you to look after me, but I
have to do this. She's my sister," her mind already set.
After much consideration and knowing Dawn was as much stubborn as
her sister was, he finally agreed. "Very well," he
nodded.
Willow said the time-reverse spell and teleportation spell were
no easy task, it required profound concentration and focus, and
thus, she needed to lock herself and Dawn in a room with no
distraction. It would take awhile for her to reverse time and
transport Dawn simulteanously. Hardly would the others be able to
notice it, but once it is over, nobody would remember it.
She instructed Dawn to concentrate and wait for her signal.
Willow would attempt to turn back time during the final hours of
the Slayer's jump to close the portal. Willow had to choose that
particular point in time in order to prevent dimentional chaos
from bleeding. Buffy would dead from the fall by the time Dawn
reach her. It was for the best, she told Dawn.
Dawn closed her eyes and waited for the spell to begin. Willow
said let nothing distract her during the spell, especially Buffy
laying dead in front of her. She had to do it quickly and without
mistakes because Willow could hold time for only so much.
Dawn heard a loud chant from Willow, "now!", followed
by a shower of --. She opened her eyes and noticed that she was
on the construction site. Everything was still--Xander and Anya,
Willow and Tara, Spike, and Giles--all showed horror in their
eyes. Everything was frozen in time, including Buffy who lie dead
on the rubbles in front of them.
She hurriedly placed the ingredients in the circle that she made,
keeping her emotions in check despite the need to cry at the
sight of her dead sister. "Bones, flesh, breath..." she
started chanting.
"Bones, flesh, breath..." Dawn exclaimed the last of
the chant. She looked at her sister. Nothing moved. She checked
her pulse. Nothing. Did the spell went wrong? Did she say the
words correctly? Why wasn't she breathing? Dawn started to panic.
She looked for signs of life, again nothing. Dawn not contain
herself any longer, she cried uncontrollably.
"Buffy!" cried Dawn, as she wakes up from a nightmare.
It seemed very real, Xander and Anya, Willow and Tara, Giles, and
Spike all showed horror in their eyes. Her sister lying on a
rubble, not breathing. She remembered what Buffy said to her at
the tower, "I love you... live for me..."
"Dawn?" a familiar voice consoled her, "Are you
okay?"
"Buffy?"
