"In the blood of Eden,
Lie the woman and the man.
With the man in the woman,
And the woman in the man.
In the blood of Eden,
Lie the woman and the man.
We wanted the union,
Oh the union of the woman,
The woman and the man." - Peter Gabriel, Blood of Eden
"Have they waken yet?" Buffy asked as she came into the office. Giles and her had moved the pair to more comfortable resting spots. Willow was now lying on the couch in the office. Xander was lying on the floor in the weapons case, with some blankets laid down under him. They were clean after Oz had been locked up last full moon in the weapons case. Next one was not to be for a few weeks so Xander had the spot to himself. Though when they were unconscious before, they seem to draw closer in their sleep.
Giles shook his head, "No, I'm not certain why they're still unconscious, but I heard Willow cry out before, and look." He lifted the blanket, and Buffy could see a bloody stain, now a dark maroon, indicating its age, on the exact same area that Xander had been stabbed. She stared in disbelief, not sure what to think.
"How? Did somebody else sneak in here?" she asked.
Giles took his glasses off for a moment, tapping the frames against the cabinet his arm was leaning on, "No, I was the only one in here, and I've been keeping an eye on both of them. If there was an attack, a physical one that is, I would have witnessed it."
Her eyes narrowed in confusion, "What do you mean, a physical attack? You're saying this was something else? What?"
"I believe it was a spiritual attack. I noticed her wound is in the same area as Xander, however the entrance and exit wounds are reversed. It seems that she was attacked from behind, rather than in front."
Buffy mulled this over for a bit, and then reasoned, "So, let me guess, no coincidence here. So what's the connection?"
"I suspect their souls are joined somehow. Bonded. I'm not certain considering Xander's only partly human, though I'm now suspicious of Willow's nature as well."
"What do you mean? They're soulmates?"
"It may be far greater than that. Willow has great potential to be a powerful witch. She is more gifted than most people. She may be far more than she seems," Giles sighed, still tapping his spectacles, deep in thought. He looked up at Buffy with a deeply serious expression on his face, "I think they might two sides of the same soul. One person, who had somehow been split in two, and their now dual personalities are lying in two people, Xander and Willow."
"Giles, you lost me. How can you have one person in two people?"
Giles picked up a book on his desk, very old by the looks of it. The binding was coming loose, and the pages were throughly yellowed with age. On the cover, the image of the Kabbalah etched in gold leaf was barely visible. "Here," he said, "This book contains information on Enochian magic, which is also known as magic of angels. There is mention of a legend of an angel, rather high in hierachy as I understand it, who fell to Earth. They lived normally as a mortal until they were attacked. A demon known as Malechior had a weapon forged to rip souls apart. The dagger. This fallen angel was the first victim to the curse. Their soul was divided in two, anima and animus, and went in opposite directions. Later, the souls are said to have been reincarnated, seeking the other half. But they have been doomed to wander the earth forever in fruitless searches."
"Till now." Buffy quietly concluded.
"Perhaps." Giles agreed. Then a low moan was heard from behind them, coming from the couch. They both looked at Willow, who was shifting a bit in her sleep, murmuring. Her forehead was furrowed with worry. Giles knelt down by her.
"Willow?" he asked softly. She remained unconscious, but suffering from troubled sleep. He placed his hand on her forehead, and jerked it back quickly. He shook his hand though he could still feel lingering currents in his fingers, like electricity. He glanced at her again, and placed the palm of his hand near her forehead, but not touching. Wispy tendrils of energy seem to lick at the lines in his hand.
"Xander," she whispered in her sleep.
"Giles, what's going on?" Buffy asked, a tone of worry and fear evident in her voice.
Giles glanced up at her, the same worry and fear echoed in his gaze, "I honestly don't know."
Lie the woman and the man.
With the man in the woman,
And the woman in the man.
In the blood of Eden,
Lie the woman and the man.
We wanted the union,
Oh the union of the woman,
The woman and the man." - Peter Gabriel, Blood of Eden
"Have they waken yet?" Buffy asked as she came into the office. Giles and her had moved the pair to more comfortable resting spots. Willow was now lying on the couch in the office. Xander was lying on the floor in the weapons case, with some blankets laid down under him. They were clean after Oz had been locked up last full moon in the weapons case. Next one was not to be for a few weeks so Xander had the spot to himself. Though when they were unconscious before, they seem to draw closer in their sleep.
Giles shook his head, "No, I'm not certain why they're still unconscious, but I heard Willow cry out before, and look." He lifted the blanket, and Buffy could see a bloody stain, now a dark maroon, indicating its age, on the exact same area that Xander had been stabbed. She stared in disbelief, not sure what to think.
"How? Did somebody else sneak in here?" she asked.
Giles took his glasses off for a moment, tapping the frames against the cabinet his arm was leaning on, "No, I was the only one in here, and I've been keeping an eye on both of them. If there was an attack, a physical one that is, I would have witnessed it."
Her eyes narrowed in confusion, "What do you mean, a physical attack? You're saying this was something else? What?"
"I believe it was a spiritual attack. I noticed her wound is in the same area as Xander, however the entrance and exit wounds are reversed. It seems that she was attacked from behind, rather than in front."
Buffy mulled this over for a bit, and then reasoned, "So, let me guess, no coincidence here. So what's the connection?"
"I suspect their souls are joined somehow. Bonded. I'm not certain considering Xander's only partly human, though I'm now suspicious of Willow's nature as well."
"What do you mean? They're soulmates?"
"It may be far greater than that. Willow has great potential to be a powerful witch. She is more gifted than most people. She may be far more than she seems," Giles sighed, still tapping his spectacles, deep in thought. He looked up at Buffy with a deeply serious expression on his face, "I think they might two sides of the same soul. One person, who had somehow been split in two, and their now dual personalities are lying in two people, Xander and Willow."
"Giles, you lost me. How can you have one person in two people?"
Giles picked up a book on his desk, very old by the looks of it. The binding was coming loose, and the pages were throughly yellowed with age. On the cover, the image of the Kabbalah etched in gold leaf was barely visible. "Here," he said, "This book contains information on Enochian magic, which is also known as magic of angels. There is mention of a legend of an angel, rather high in hierachy as I understand it, who fell to Earth. They lived normally as a mortal until they were attacked. A demon known as Malechior had a weapon forged to rip souls apart. The dagger. This fallen angel was the first victim to the curse. Their soul was divided in two, anima and animus, and went in opposite directions. Later, the souls are said to have been reincarnated, seeking the other half. But they have been doomed to wander the earth forever in fruitless searches."
"Till now." Buffy quietly concluded.
"Perhaps." Giles agreed. Then a low moan was heard from behind them, coming from the couch. They both looked at Willow, who was shifting a bit in her sleep, murmuring. Her forehead was furrowed with worry. Giles knelt down by her.
"Willow?" he asked softly. She remained unconscious, but suffering from troubled sleep. He placed his hand on her forehead, and jerked it back quickly. He shook his hand though he could still feel lingering currents in his fingers, like electricity. He glanced at her again, and placed the palm of his hand near her forehead, but not touching. Wispy tendrils of energy seem to lick at the lines in his hand.
"Xander," she whispered in her sleep.
"Giles, what's going on?" Buffy asked, a tone of worry and fear evident in her voice.
Giles glanced up at her, the same worry and fear echoed in his gaze, "I honestly don't know."
