Risen Faith(prologue)
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By: Buffy Ann Summers
Summary: What if Buffy wasn't the only one brought back fromt the dead?
A/n: um... okay. Kinda kooky, kind crazy, and kinda short. R/R! I wanna
know if I should continue!!
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I need time (time)
Joy (joy)
I need space
No, I need me
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The night was dark and the air stood still. Everything was perfect.
Everthing seemed right. It had to be -for the ceremony. The virigin was
killed and her blood was poured over the child's grave. The child that will
bring balance. The child that died five years before the child of light had
been risen. They had to restore the balance.
The ground shook from the intensity of the blood. Hell was opening.
"Give her back to us..." hithered the one in the hooded black outfit
"Bring her back to us..." it hithered again. The earth rumbled once more as
four others formed a circle around the figure. It shouted and thunder struck
the heavens. Both heaven and hell fought and in the end they lost. everthing
silenced. And stared unto the ground awaiting for movement. They grinned as
a hand broke through the earth followed by limb to limb and leg to leg.
She was frightened and was in shock. Her senses as blind as a bat and
her vision just as blur. She fell to the ground trying to remember just how it
felt to walk again. It took a while and they left her alone.
She stared at her hands and then to the horizon that had been opted
for sunrise in a few minutes. She didn't get it. She didn't get it at all.
Her hands bled and most of her fingernails were either gone or lost in blood.
She stifen her muscles from the encrypted tombed, which she had
awakened from hours ago. She inhaled, letting her lungs get use to the rise
and fall of her chest. The air she breathed sent warm blood into her veins
and the pale dead color of her skin had finally taken back it's rosey skin
she had been roobed of long ago.
She knew she died -a few of five years at the most, but she never
really knew when. It wasn't like the books she had taken intrests back then.
How those so called psyhics say 'there is a light at the end'. Bullshit.
There was none. Squat. Nada. The only thing she remembered was the flames of
hell. The intensed heat that shot from her skin nearly diminished her pores.
She hugged herself. She was tormented. She was robbed of her body. She was
raped.
More blood fell from her wounded hands and she winced once she tried
to assist them. She stiffled a sobb. Moreless, this was no time to me crying.
The sun rose like they always did, but she could never determine where -west?
or east? She squinted her eyes to adjust to the brightness that awakened her
dead senses. Where was she now?
By the time the sky turned blue, and the sky was up. She was gone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Say hello to the girl that I am
You're gonna have to see through my perspective
I used to make mistakes just to learn who I am
And I don't wanna be so damn protected
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She arrived a little late than she expected. But she was home.
Nothing like a little home sweet home to heighten your dead senses. She
remembered everything. From fight to fight. From death to death. She got off
the car and decided to strode the sidewalks that she had ached for when she
was driven away from this place. A voice questioned her if it was a right
thing to do, but she nodded and said it was for the best. The voice let her
be and followed her. Her sleek leather boots made sounds in the abandoned
walkways. It seemed deserted, but it was one in the morning -who would you
expect at this type of hour. A smirk played one her face. She had an idea
who. The only thing was. She just had to find her.
She traced her fingers along the tombstone of a loved one. She
uttered to it that she was taking revenge.
"She'll pay" she chuckled, "she'll pay for destroying our happy
family"
She broke down in front of the gave and sobbed a little. Wiping the
tombstone with her sleeve she spoke again "we were happy, before she came
and interfeared with your plans .." she scoffed "boy, did you have plans.
And you were so busey with them .. You still found time to deal with lil' ol'
me..."
Her face then turned cold and icy "I'll make her pay. Even if it
takes to getting her family one by one" she then stroke the tombstone with a
touch "I'll make you so proud of me..."
She rose to her feet, bid goodbye, and once again left before anyone
noticed her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There must be another way
Cause I believe in taking chances
But who am I to say
What a girl is to do
God I need some answers
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was a usual non profit kind of day at the magic box. Willow sat
along with Tara bombarded by a couple of books that reached their eyes. Free
reading was what they called it. Giles had a new shipment of spell books and
both called dibs to it before it was placed out of shelves. They giggled with
glee as they tried some mild concoctions here and there, but nothing serious.
The watcher of course, who went by the name of Rupert Giles was busey
doing deductions from the shop and investments they had made earlier and time
to time yelled to the Anya -the ex demon who too busied herself at finding
comfort at counting the days earnings.
The slayer, who had just entered the room with two other figures
behind her gave an exaperated sigh. Patrolling was a drag, only dusted a
minimum of five vamps -which she thought was the lamest amount of dusted
vamps in the history of slayerism. Spike glanced at her and shot her a
worried look. She told him off and slumped down to get some rest on the red
velvety couch.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What am I to do with my life
Why am I supposed to know what's right
I can't help the way I feel
But my life has been so overprotected
tell 'em what I like
What I won't
What I don't
But every time I do I stay corrected
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Suddenly with such force the door swung open and there stood the
girl with slightly curled hair that was way past her shoulders. She held a
smirk on her face and titled her head.
"Home sweet home.." she said in a devilish tone "Guess what, B. I'm
back. I'm bad. And I'm your not the only one with a groupy of ..."
Buffy's jaw dropped and she blinked more than she could count.
"FAITH?..."
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TBC..........
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By: Buffy Ann Summers
Summary: What if Buffy wasn't the only one brought back fromt the dead?
A/n: um... okay. Kinda kooky, kind crazy, and kinda short. R/R! I wanna
know if I should continue!!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I need time (time)
Joy (joy)
I need space
No, I need me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The night was dark and the air stood still. Everything was perfect.
Everthing seemed right. It had to be -for the ceremony. The virigin was
killed and her blood was poured over the child's grave. The child that will
bring balance. The child that died five years before the child of light had
been risen. They had to restore the balance.
The ground shook from the intensity of the blood. Hell was opening.
"Give her back to us..." hithered the one in the hooded black outfit
"Bring her back to us..." it hithered again. The earth rumbled once more as
four others formed a circle around the figure. It shouted and thunder struck
the heavens. Both heaven and hell fought and in the end they lost. everthing
silenced. And stared unto the ground awaiting for movement. They grinned as
a hand broke through the earth followed by limb to limb and leg to leg.
She was frightened and was in shock. Her senses as blind as a bat and
her vision just as blur. She fell to the ground trying to remember just how it
felt to walk again. It took a while and they left her alone.
She stared at her hands and then to the horizon that had been opted
for sunrise in a few minutes. She didn't get it. She didn't get it at all.
Her hands bled and most of her fingernails were either gone or lost in blood.
She stifen her muscles from the encrypted tombed, which she had
awakened from hours ago. She inhaled, letting her lungs get use to the rise
and fall of her chest. The air she breathed sent warm blood into her veins
and the pale dead color of her skin had finally taken back it's rosey skin
she had been roobed of long ago.
She knew she died -a few of five years at the most, but she never
really knew when. It wasn't like the books she had taken intrests back then.
How those so called psyhics say 'there is a light at the end'. Bullshit.
There was none. Squat. Nada. The only thing she remembered was the flames of
hell. The intensed heat that shot from her skin nearly diminished her pores.
She hugged herself. She was tormented. She was robbed of her body. She was
raped.
More blood fell from her wounded hands and she winced once she tried
to assist them. She stiffled a sobb. Moreless, this was no time to me crying.
The sun rose like they always did, but she could never determine where -west?
or east? She squinted her eyes to adjust to the brightness that awakened her
dead senses. Where was she now?
By the time the sky turned blue, and the sky was up. She was gone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Say hello to the girl that I am
You're gonna have to see through my perspective
I used to make mistakes just to learn who I am
And I don't wanna be so damn protected
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She arrived a little late than she expected. But she was home.
Nothing like a little home sweet home to heighten your dead senses. She
remembered everything. From fight to fight. From death to death. She got off
the car and decided to strode the sidewalks that she had ached for when she
was driven away from this place. A voice questioned her if it was a right
thing to do, but she nodded and said it was for the best. The voice let her
be and followed her. Her sleek leather boots made sounds in the abandoned
walkways. It seemed deserted, but it was one in the morning -who would you
expect at this type of hour. A smirk played one her face. She had an idea
who. The only thing was. She just had to find her.
She traced her fingers along the tombstone of a loved one. She
uttered to it that she was taking revenge.
"She'll pay" she chuckled, "she'll pay for destroying our happy
family"
She broke down in front of the gave and sobbed a little. Wiping the
tombstone with her sleeve she spoke again "we were happy, before she came
and interfeared with your plans .." she scoffed "boy, did you have plans.
And you were so busey with them .. You still found time to deal with lil' ol'
me..."
Her face then turned cold and icy "I'll make her pay. Even if it
takes to getting her family one by one" she then stroke the tombstone with a
touch "I'll make you so proud of me..."
She rose to her feet, bid goodbye, and once again left before anyone
noticed her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There must be another way
Cause I believe in taking chances
But who am I to say
What a girl is to do
God I need some answers
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was a usual non profit kind of day at the magic box. Willow sat
along with Tara bombarded by a couple of books that reached their eyes. Free
reading was what they called it. Giles had a new shipment of spell books and
both called dibs to it before it was placed out of shelves. They giggled with
glee as they tried some mild concoctions here and there, but nothing serious.
The watcher of course, who went by the name of Rupert Giles was busey
doing deductions from the shop and investments they had made earlier and time
to time yelled to the Anya -the ex demon who too busied herself at finding
comfort at counting the days earnings.
The slayer, who had just entered the room with two other figures
behind her gave an exaperated sigh. Patrolling was a drag, only dusted a
minimum of five vamps -which she thought was the lamest amount of dusted
vamps in the history of slayerism. Spike glanced at her and shot her a
worried look. She told him off and slumped down to get some rest on the red
velvety couch.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What am I to do with my life
Why am I supposed to know what's right
I can't help the way I feel
But my life has been so overprotected
tell 'em what I like
What I won't
What I don't
But every time I do I stay corrected
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Suddenly with such force the door swung open and there stood the
girl with slightly curled hair that was way past her shoulders. She held a
smirk on her face and titled her head.
"Home sweet home.." she said in a devilish tone "Guess what, B. I'm
back. I'm bad. And I'm your not the only one with a groupy of ..."
Buffy's jaw dropped and she blinked more than she could count.
"FAITH?..."
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TBC..........