Chapter 5......If I never wake
There is a place between reality and fantasy. It is where darkness lays. There is nothing there. No knowledge, no consciousness. Just emptiness. A place between wakefulness and dreams. That was where Buffy was trapped.
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Ezra looked down at the limp, sleeping form of Buffy. Her long blond hair laid under her hair in delicate waves. Her skin was pale, like a vampires. Her eyelashes looked way to dark against her cheeks.
Ezra looked at the puncture on the base of Buffys neck. There was no doubt about it, the puncture was from some type of needle. Ezra had a feeling she knew who did it. She garbed Buffys hand and raised it to her face. "I'm sorry" she said.
Buffys body gave a sudden jerk, and she sat up in bed. She looked around the room and saw no one but Ezra. She put her hand on Ezras shoulder and looked into her eyes. Ezra tried to pull back but couldn't.
Buffy green eyes had lost there sparkle. Ezra blinked, trying to clear her vision. It looked as though they were surrounded by darkness. They looked blank and evil. Buffys mouth opened to talk "Where is it" she demanded in a voice filled with coldness.
"Buffy?" Ezra asked confused, "what are you talking about?". She again tried to get out of Buffys grasp.
Buffy moved her hand to Ezras hair and pulled her head back. "Where is the charm?!!" she demanded again.
Ezra gasped at the pain of Buffy pulling her hair. She didn't understand what she was talking about. She didn't understand why Buffy was hurting her. "I don't know what your talking about" she said.
"Ezralin Sansari of the Wind clan, I command you, give me the Richara!!!!" Buffy said.
Ezra looked at her. She had just called her by her formal clan name. No one outside of the clan knows it. Not even Buffy. And more she spoke of the Richara which was an ancient stone with power to her people. A stone that Had been given to Ezra at her birth.
Ezra had promised her mother on her death bed that she would always carry the stone. She would not let who ever had possessed Buffy have the stone. "I will die before I see it in the hands on anyone but my decedents" she screamed into Buffys face.
"Then you will die!" The cold voice said. Buffy moved her other hand to Ezras neck and began to strangle her.
Ezras lungs burned for air. Her neck was being crushed by Buffy. She closed her eyes tightly and felt tears burn down the skin of her face. She opened her mouth and tried to choke out the words of protection she had always known. She could just barely whisper them, "hyladue sentivas".
With the power of the stone a whisper was all it took. Light came from the stone that was hanging from Ezras neck and Buffys grasp on Ezras shoulder and neck dropped. Buffy fell back down and her eyes shut.
Ezra fell to the ground and brought her knees to her chest and cried. After a while she heard Aaron's familiar voice calling to her, 'Ezra, what happened? Did you cut me off again? I couldn't feal you' he said.
'No, Alahandra has found us. She wants the stone' Ezra explained to him. She braced herself for Aaron's reaction.
'We have to leave. Pack a bag'. he told her. 'I will be there soon'. With that he left her mind and Ezra was alone again.
Ezra went into the bath room and looked in her mirror. Her face was red and blotchy. Her hair was messed and frizzy and she saw the beginning of bruises on her neck. She rinsed off her faces and combed through her hair. She couldn't worry about the bruises on her neck however.
She went into Dawns room, put on her old skirt and top and grabbed her old bag, which still carried her few possessions. She put her hands on the stone around her neck, and prayed for forgiveness from the goddess. she again found herself crying as she looked around Dawns room. The room was beginning to feal like home.
Home, she laughed at herself. Her home was in the woods where the birds never stopped singing. Where the rain always fell in warm drops, washing away evil. this was not her home. She would never be home again.
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Spike Sat on the couch, Dawn was lying with her head in his lap, and he was slowly stroking her long brown hair. Worry was running through his mind. He looked down at Dawn. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be asleep.
It had been quite sometime since Ezra had asked to be with Buffy alone. "What is taking her so long" He grumbled under his breath.
"Does it matter if she can figure out what's wrong with Buffy?" Dawn asked.
Spike jumped a little. He had thought Dawn was asleep. "No I guess it doesn't" He said. He leaned his head back down against the back of the couch. he was tired. He felt old. His heart had sunk, no one knew what was wrong with Buffy. He didn't know how to help her. He had watched her die once, he wouldn't do it again.
Ezra, though, she seemed to know more then she was saying. She agreed that Buffy had been injected with something. Spike was pretty sure she knew what it was. But who had done it? Who was able to sneak past everyone in the house, and get past the slayer senses, and inject her in her sleep with out waking her up? He didn't know. But Ezra did.
Dawn sat up. Her hair fell past her face in delicate waves. Just like Buffys, he thought to himself. But they were so different. He needed them both though. Buffy and Dawn had become vital to his survival. Buffy was his heart, his soul. they were the same. He loved him more them any man could ever love a woman.
And Dawn. His niblet. She had become like his own sister. He remembered living before he was a vampire. He had had a sister much like Dawn. she had always let her hair fall loosely. Spike remembered how she used to dance. She would dance everywhere. In the fields, in the woods, inside, it never mattered to her. She used to spin in circles on a field that they used to always go to.
Spike shook his head and came back to reality. That was the first time he had thought about his sister for over one hundred years. Dawn was his sister now. She was one of the reasons he fought evil. Dawn and Buffy. "Something wrong pigeon?" he asked her.
She motioned her head over to where Ezra was standing. "Can you help her?" Dawn asked.
Ezra nodded. Spike looked at her. her eyes were red and swollen, and her was fairly sure he saw bruises on her neck. "I'm leaving" She said. at that moment Aaron came in through the front door.
"Your leaving?" Dawn asked, "No, don't go, stay here with me and Buffy" She e said.
Ezra shook her head. she walked over to Aaron and stood behind him. Aaron spoke for her "We have no choice, we must go" He told them.
"No" Spike stood up, "You do have a choice. You can stay. The watchers council sent Ezra here, and here she will stay until they send for her again" he said.
"Do you want you friend to die?" Aaron yelled at Spike. Spike steeped back as if he had been struck. "As long as Ezra is here, she will be in danger." Aaron said in a calmer voice.
Dawn looked at Spike for answers, but he had none. Spike looked at Aaron, "I'm going to ask you something, and you ARE going to answer" Spike said to him, "What is wrong with Buffy?"
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Buffy floated around in the darkness. She was alone. She felt naked and bared to the world. She opened her eyes but it only let the darkness in. She drank it in. She felt in seep through her pores, it was consuming her. She felt empty.
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"So" Spike said taking a deep breath, "What your saying is that this little evil Hydrid gal, Alahandra, has injected Buffy with some ancient poison only known to your people" Ezra and Aaron nodded so Spike continued. "And this poison has emptied her self from her body so that the said women can posses her. She wont leave until you give her the stone, which has 'power beyond any of our understanding'" Spike put his fingers up in air quotes at this last part, "and if she stays to long, then Buffy will loose herself, and die.
"Now, If Alahandra gets the Stone, then she would use it to destroy the world, of some such fun. But, if you leave, and run from her, then she will leave Buffys body, and Buffy will be okay" he finished.
"And that's the way we became the running bunch" Aaron said. "Now, if you could excuse us, we've got a bus, then a train, then a plane, then another bus, to catch" he walked towards the door.
"Wait" Dawn said and ran to Ezra, "there has got to be another way. You cant just leave" she said.
Ezra looked up at Dawn, "Dawn, there is no other way. Buffy has twenty-four hours tops. Maybe if we had her we could do something, But we don't have her. And if I don't leave, you'll never have her again" She said.
Dawn threw her arms around Ezra in a hug "You write to me or I'll kill you" she said. Dawn and Ezra had become good friends over the short time they knew each other. "And as soon as you find a way to beet Her, you come back and we'll do it all together" she said.
Ezra stood back and nodded, "I'll see ya soon" she promised, "Bye Spike, Bye Dawn, and Please, say good-bye to Buffy for me" She turned and walked over to Aaron who was waiting by the door. He grabbed her hand and they left.
Dawn stood looking at the door. Spike stood looking at Dawn. "They're gone? just like that? Bye bye, we'll never see you again?" Dawn said after a long pause. Dawn started to cry, "Why does it have to be like this? Why does it always have to be like this? Why does it always come down to us choosing between Two different horrible choices?" She asked him. "Why cant we ever have a good choice?" tears were running down her face in streams, She walked over to Spike, "Why?"
Spike shook his head. He had know answer for her. He was wondering the same thing himself. "We'll see them again" he told her. She looked u at him with doubt. Spike didn't know what else to say.
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There is a place between reality and fantasy. It is where darkness lays. There is nothing there. No knowledge, no consciousness. Just emptiness. A place between wakefulness and dreams. That was where Buffy was trapped.
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Ezra looked down at the limp, sleeping form of Buffy. Her long blond hair laid under her hair in delicate waves. Her skin was pale, like a vampires. Her eyelashes looked way to dark against her cheeks.
Ezra looked at the puncture on the base of Buffys neck. There was no doubt about it, the puncture was from some type of needle. Ezra had a feeling she knew who did it. She garbed Buffys hand and raised it to her face. "I'm sorry" she said.
Buffys body gave a sudden jerk, and she sat up in bed. She looked around the room and saw no one but Ezra. She put her hand on Ezras shoulder and looked into her eyes. Ezra tried to pull back but couldn't.
Buffy green eyes had lost there sparkle. Ezra blinked, trying to clear her vision. It looked as though they were surrounded by darkness. They looked blank and evil. Buffys mouth opened to talk "Where is it" she demanded in a voice filled with coldness.
"Buffy?" Ezra asked confused, "what are you talking about?". She again tried to get out of Buffys grasp.
Buffy moved her hand to Ezras hair and pulled her head back. "Where is the charm?!!" she demanded again.
Ezra gasped at the pain of Buffy pulling her hair. She didn't understand what she was talking about. She didn't understand why Buffy was hurting her. "I don't know what your talking about" she said.
"Ezralin Sansari of the Wind clan, I command you, give me the Richara!!!!" Buffy said.
Ezra looked at her. She had just called her by her formal clan name. No one outside of the clan knows it. Not even Buffy. And more she spoke of the Richara which was an ancient stone with power to her people. A stone that Had been given to Ezra at her birth.
Ezra had promised her mother on her death bed that she would always carry the stone. She would not let who ever had possessed Buffy have the stone. "I will die before I see it in the hands on anyone but my decedents" she screamed into Buffys face.
"Then you will die!" The cold voice said. Buffy moved her other hand to Ezras neck and began to strangle her.
Ezras lungs burned for air. Her neck was being crushed by Buffy. She closed her eyes tightly and felt tears burn down the skin of her face. She opened her mouth and tried to choke out the words of protection she had always known. She could just barely whisper them, "hyladue sentivas".
With the power of the stone a whisper was all it took. Light came from the stone that was hanging from Ezras neck and Buffys grasp on Ezras shoulder and neck dropped. Buffy fell back down and her eyes shut.
Ezra fell to the ground and brought her knees to her chest and cried. After a while she heard Aaron's familiar voice calling to her, 'Ezra, what happened? Did you cut me off again? I couldn't feal you' he said.
'No, Alahandra has found us. She wants the stone' Ezra explained to him. She braced herself for Aaron's reaction.
'We have to leave. Pack a bag'. he told her. 'I will be there soon'. With that he left her mind and Ezra was alone again.
Ezra went into the bath room and looked in her mirror. Her face was red and blotchy. Her hair was messed and frizzy and she saw the beginning of bruises on her neck. She rinsed off her faces and combed through her hair. She couldn't worry about the bruises on her neck however.
She went into Dawns room, put on her old skirt and top and grabbed her old bag, which still carried her few possessions. She put her hands on the stone around her neck, and prayed for forgiveness from the goddess. she again found herself crying as she looked around Dawns room. The room was beginning to feal like home.
Home, she laughed at herself. Her home was in the woods where the birds never stopped singing. Where the rain always fell in warm drops, washing away evil. this was not her home. She would never be home again.
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Spike Sat on the couch, Dawn was lying with her head in his lap, and he was slowly stroking her long brown hair. Worry was running through his mind. He looked down at Dawn. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be asleep.
It had been quite sometime since Ezra had asked to be with Buffy alone. "What is taking her so long" He grumbled under his breath.
"Does it matter if she can figure out what's wrong with Buffy?" Dawn asked.
Spike jumped a little. He had thought Dawn was asleep. "No I guess it doesn't" He said. He leaned his head back down against the back of the couch. he was tired. He felt old. His heart had sunk, no one knew what was wrong with Buffy. He didn't know how to help her. He had watched her die once, he wouldn't do it again.
Ezra, though, she seemed to know more then she was saying. She agreed that Buffy had been injected with something. Spike was pretty sure she knew what it was. But who had done it? Who was able to sneak past everyone in the house, and get past the slayer senses, and inject her in her sleep with out waking her up? He didn't know. But Ezra did.
Dawn sat up. Her hair fell past her face in delicate waves. Just like Buffys, he thought to himself. But they were so different. He needed them both though. Buffy and Dawn had become vital to his survival. Buffy was his heart, his soul. they were the same. He loved him more them any man could ever love a woman.
And Dawn. His niblet. She had become like his own sister. He remembered living before he was a vampire. He had had a sister much like Dawn. she had always let her hair fall loosely. Spike remembered how she used to dance. She would dance everywhere. In the fields, in the woods, inside, it never mattered to her. She used to spin in circles on a field that they used to always go to.
Spike shook his head and came back to reality. That was the first time he had thought about his sister for over one hundred years. Dawn was his sister now. She was one of the reasons he fought evil. Dawn and Buffy. "Something wrong pigeon?" he asked her.
She motioned her head over to where Ezra was standing. "Can you help her?" Dawn asked.
Ezra nodded. Spike looked at her. her eyes were red and swollen, and her was fairly sure he saw bruises on her neck. "I'm leaving" She said. at that moment Aaron came in through the front door.
"Your leaving?" Dawn asked, "No, don't go, stay here with me and Buffy" She e said.
Ezra shook her head. she walked over to Aaron and stood behind him. Aaron spoke for her "We have no choice, we must go" He told them.
"No" Spike stood up, "You do have a choice. You can stay. The watchers council sent Ezra here, and here she will stay until they send for her again" he said.
"Do you want you friend to die?" Aaron yelled at Spike. Spike steeped back as if he had been struck. "As long as Ezra is here, she will be in danger." Aaron said in a calmer voice.
Dawn looked at Spike for answers, but he had none. Spike looked at Aaron, "I'm going to ask you something, and you ARE going to answer" Spike said to him, "What is wrong with Buffy?"
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Buffy floated around in the darkness. She was alone. She felt naked and bared to the world. She opened her eyes but it only let the darkness in. She drank it in. She felt in seep through her pores, it was consuming her. She felt empty.
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"So" Spike said taking a deep breath, "What your saying is that this little evil Hydrid gal, Alahandra, has injected Buffy with some ancient poison only known to your people" Ezra and Aaron nodded so Spike continued. "And this poison has emptied her self from her body so that the said women can posses her. She wont leave until you give her the stone, which has 'power beyond any of our understanding'" Spike put his fingers up in air quotes at this last part, "and if she stays to long, then Buffy will loose herself, and die.
"Now, If Alahandra gets the Stone, then she would use it to destroy the world, of some such fun. But, if you leave, and run from her, then she will leave Buffys body, and Buffy will be okay" he finished.
"And that's the way we became the running bunch" Aaron said. "Now, if you could excuse us, we've got a bus, then a train, then a plane, then another bus, to catch" he walked towards the door.
"Wait" Dawn said and ran to Ezra, "there has got to be another way. You cant just leave" she said.
Ezra looked up at Dawn, "Dawn, there is no other way. Buffy has twenty-four hours tops. Maybe if we had her we could do something, But we don't have her. And if I don't leave, you'll never have her again" She said.
Dawn threw her arms around Ezra in a hug "You write to me or I'll kill you" she said. Dawn and Ezra had become good friends over the short time they knew each other. "And as soon as you find a way to beet Her, you come back and we'll do it all together" she said.
Ezra stood back and nodded, "I'll see ya soon" she promised, "Bye Spike, Bye Dawn, and Please, say good-bye to Buffy for me" She turned and walked over to Aaron who was waiting by the door. He grabbed her hand and they left.
Dawn stood looking at the door. Spike stood looking at Dawn. "They're gone? just like that? Bye bye, we'll never see you again?" Dawn said after a long pause. Dawn started to cry, "Why does it have to be like this? Why does it always have to be like this? Why does it always come down to us choosing between Two different horrible choices?" She asked him. "Why cant we ever have a good choice?" tears were running down her face in streams, She walked over to Spike, "Why?"
Spike shook his head. He had know answer for her. He was wondering the same thing himself. "We'll see them again" he told her. She looked u at him with doubt. Spike didn't know what else to say.
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