Restoration
It was night before the doctors at the hospital allowed Buffy to leave. Even then it had taken Spike over an hour to persuade them to let him take her home. In exasperation he had momentarily flashed his game face at them, which went almost unnoticed by the doctor, then growled menacingly, causing the doctor to agree. Helping Buffy into the DeSoto, he grinned all the way to Giles' He thought gleefully He glanced over at the slayer and sighed.
Pushing open the door of Giles' condo, the pair were met with a torrent of questions.
"Where have you been?"
"We were getting worried! We thought something terrible might have happened."
"What have you done to your arm?"
"Buffy, you're hurt! What happened?"
"Chaos demon." Lied Buffy. She thought. She looked over at Willow, who had her head turned away, blushing.
"Buffy?" Giles was talking to her.
"Huh?"
"I said, did you kill it?"
"Kill what?"
"The chaos demon."
"Oh yeah. Totally killed it. Cut off its head."
"Very well. Now, we *must* get on." Giles motioned to the Orb on the table.
"Yes." Buffy agreed, relieved at the change of subject.
They all sat in a circle around the table. Willow stared a little awkwardly at Spike, who was sitting up close to her friend. I can't do this. She thought, feeling panicked.
"Uh, Guys?" she spoke up. "I-I'm not doing the curse." The rest of the gang looked at her, puzzled. "Um, you see...Tara's doing it!"
Everyone turned to look at her girlfriend, who gave Willow an astonished look. "M-me? Oh, I don't know, Willow. I-I can't do *that* I-I don't even know the vampire you want to curse, I-..." Tara stuttered as she tried to talk herself out of it, but the red-head gave her a
puppy-dog expression, and got her own way. "It'll be okay, Tara. Just read from the book."
They all settled down again, and Xander lit the candles around the Orb, as Wesley waved some lighted herbs over the objects, leaving a trail of smoke behind, and the others looked on. Buffy stared at the Orb, wondering how something so tiny could do such a great thing, and worrying that it may all go wrong. She looked up at Spike. she asked herself. Seeing the worry in her eyes, the vampire squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay pet." he whispered into her ear, as Tara began to chant, Willow at her side reading the english.
"Quod perditum est, invenietur."
"What is lost, return."
"Not dead, nor of the living. Spirits of the interregnum, I call. Gods bind him. Cast his heart from the evil...realm. Return. I call on..."Tara paused, and looked up. When she looked back down, a strange look had come over her face, as she began to chant rapidly. "Te implor, Doamne, nu ignora aceasta rugaminte..."
Willow looked shocked and then worried. "This happened before," whispered Cordelia, trying to reassure her. "you did this too."
"Nici mort nici al fiintei, Lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-i transporta, sufletul la el." Taras whole body was shaking as the voice coming from her grew louder, and the orb began to glow. "Asa sa fie! Asa sa fie! Acum!" The possesed witch stood up, "Acum!" cried, the orb glowed brighter and brighter, then faded. The candles were extinguished themselves and Tara collapsed on the floor, gasping for a breath.
"Uh, did that work?" Buffy asked a little nervously.
----somewhere across Sunnydale----
Angelus stood in an alleyway, drinking the blood of a young man who he happened upon. The man struggled, but the vampires strong grip on his neck didn't lessen as he drunk to his health, until a glow appeared momentarily in his eyes. Dropping the man to the floor, he blinked, unaware of his surroundings for a moment, and looked around. Realization hit him. His game face morphed back into that of Angel, and as if a floodgate had been opened, the memories of the past two days returned to him, and he dropped to the floor next to the dying man, sobbing.
It was night before the doctors at the hospital allowed Buffy to leave. Even then it had taken Spike over an hour to persuade them to let him take her home. In exasperation he had momentarily flashed his game face at them, which went almost unnoticed by the doctor, then growled menacingly, causing the doctor to agree. Helping Buffy into the DeSoto, he grinned all the way to Giles' He thought gleefully He glanced over at the slayer and sighed.
Pushing open the door of Giles' condo, the pair were met with a torrent of questions.
"Where have you been?"
"We were getting worried! We thought something terrible might have happened."
"What have you done to your arm?"
"Buffy, you're hurt! What happened?"
"Chaos demon." Lied Buffy. She thought. She looked over at Willow, who had her head turned away, blushing.
"Buffy?" Giles was talking to her.
"Huh?"
"I said, did you kill it?"
"Kill what?"
"The chaos demon."
"Oh yeah. Totally killed it. Cut off its head."
"Very well. Now, we *must* get on." Giles motioned to the Orb on the table.
"Yes." Buffy agreed, relieved at the change of subject.
They all sat in a circle around the table. Willow stared a little awkwardly at Spike, who was sitting up close to her friend. I can't do this. She thought, feeling panicked.
"Uh, Guys?" she spoke up. "I-I'm not doing the curse." The rest of the gang looked at her, puzzled. "Um, you see...Tara's doing it!"
Everyone turned to look at her girlfriend, who gave Willow an astonished look. "M-me? Oh, I don't know, Willow. I-I can't do *that* I-I don't even know the vampire you want to curse, I-..." Tara stuttered as she tried to talk herself out of it, but the red-head gave her a
puppy-dog expression, and got her own way. "It'll be okay, Tara. Just read from the book."
They all settled down again, and Xander lit the candles around the Orb, as Wesley waved some lighted herbs over the objects, leaving a trail of smoke behind, and the others looked on. Buffy stared at the Orb, wondering how something so tiny could do such a great thing, and worrying that it may all go wrong. She looked up at Spike. she asked herself. Seeing the worry in her eyes, the vampire squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay pet." he whispered into her ear, as Tara began to chant, Willow at her side reading the english.
"Quod perditum est, invenietur."
"What is lost, return."
"Not dead, nor of the living. Spirits of the interregnum, I call. Gods bind him. Cast his heart from the evil...realm. Return. I call on..."Tara paused, and looked up. When she looked back down, a strange look had come over her face, as she began to chant rapidly. "Te implor, Doamne, nu ignora aceasta rugaminte..."
Willow looked shocked and then worried. "This happened before," whispered Cordelia, trying to reassure her. "you did this too."
"Nici mort nici al fiintei, Lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-i transporta, sufletul la el." Taras whole body was shaking as the voice coming from her grew louder, and the orb began to glow. "Asa sa fie! Asa sa fie! Acum!" The possesed witch stood up, "Acum!" cried, the orb glowed brighter and brighter, then faded. The candles were extinguished themselves and Tara collapsed on the floor, gasping for a breath.
"Uh, did that work?" Buffy asked a little nervously.
----somewhere across Sunnydale----
Angelus stood in an alleyway, drinking the blood of a young man who he happened upon. The man struggled, but the vampires strong grip on his neck didn't lessen as he drunk to his health, until a glow appeared momentarily in his eyes. Dropping the man to the floor, he blinked, unaware of his surroundings for a moment, and looked around. Realization hit him. His game face morphed back into that of Angel, and as if a floodgate had been opened, the memories of the past two days returned to him, and he dropped to the floor next to the dying man, sobbing.