Title: Vanilla and Kinks
Author: Witchy Red
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them.
Notes: NETHING else refer to previous parts
Willow paced Spike's living room. Giles had refused to let her read the diary, saying that she needed to rest. Then he had sent everyone home. He said he wanted to read through it first and see if there was anything helpful. Willow, Spike and Faith had gone to Spike's to relax and regroup before their shift. Buffy had decided to break the patrol up into shifts. Her, Angel, Oz and Cordelia would take the first shift while Spike, Willow, Faith and Xander would patrol later. Willow wished she had taken the earlier shift. She had to do something! She couldn't just sit here waiting for Giles to figure everything out.
Willow was so lost in thought that she didn't hear Faith or Spike calling her name. Finally Faith stood up from her seat grabbed Willows arms and kissed her solidly on the mouth. Willow's own mouth dropped open once Faith released her and she stared in complete shock. Faith had just kissed her, on the lips.
"Wha-wha." Willow stuttered. Spike stared at his speechless red head and almost passed out from trying not to laugh. He knew he should feel jealous or ticked that someone had put their mouth on his witch but Willow's face was just too funny and he couldn't be angry.
"I needed to get your attention." Faith said saucily. Then she threw Willow a lusty grin. "Besides, you look hot today."
"Goddess." Willow breathed out. Tentatively she looked over at Spike to see how he was taking what just happened. He was doing his damndest not to laugh at her. She glared and he couldn't hold it in anymore. It was the first time he'd laughed uncontrollably in longer than he cared to think about. He could learn to like this slayer, so different from the blonde bitch. He'd still kill her if Willow wouldn't be pissed but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy her sense of humor. Willow stalked over to him in mock anger. Before she did something they both might regret later Spike grabbed Willow around the waist and pulled her down onto his lap in the armchair he was sprawled in. Willow leaned back against his chest and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I was just surprised." She said stubbornly. Her lip quivered in a stubborn pout.
"Was that it, Red," Spike whispered into her ear. "Or did she make you hot?" Willow blushed at his lust filled words. It wasn't that what he said was true, Faith didn't make her hot, it was just that she was shocked a-and boys hardly ever made passes at her let alone girls and a girl had certainly never kissed her before. It was curiosity, yeah that was it, curiosity.
Spike watched his lover think through this new problem in her head like it was a science project. He slowly stroked his hand up her side and over the curve of her breast, then back down again. His movements brought a new flare to the already burning fire in her belly. "Did she make you think naughty thoughts in that deliciously intelligent brain of yours? Is your skin crawling to feel hers?" Spike whispered breathily along her the side of her neck. Willow squirmed uncomfortably in his lap. Spike hoped she wasn't planning on standing up anytime soon or he'd look like a schoolboy with his first porno magazine. Willow shuddered as she felt his reaction.
"Stop it!" She hissed frantically as Faith watched from across the room, her smirk growing more mischievous by the second. Spike smiled into her hair but his roaming hand stilled and he quit murmuring dirty thoughts into her ear. Willow sighed in relief. It seemed her embarrassment was over for the moment and she hurriedly changed the subject.
"I think we should research these demons more. It's weird that they're not in any of mine or Giles's books. I can't find them on the Net either."
"Willow, we've been researching for like three days. We haven't found anything on any of this stuff except for what's in that journal that Giles found and we have to wait until tomorrow to find out what it says. I say we go find the other's and tell them we'll patrol early." Faith said. After a few minutes of arguing they agreed to go find Buffy and the others and take over patrolling but before they could grab jackets and leave the phone rang.
"Hello." Willow said after she had tripped over the love seat to answer. She wondered who would be calling so late it was after midnight.
"Willow, Bella?" the voice came across tinny and far away.
"Nana?" Willow asked. "Is that you?"
"Yes, my bambina. I'm sorry I called so late but I figured you would be up. You're a Stinetti and Stinetti's are night owls."
"Nana, I'm a Rosenberg."
"Piffle, doesn't matter what your daddy's last name is you are a Stinetti and that's why I'm calling. It has started dear. We have all felt it and the rest of the family are rejoicing and grieving."
"What's happened, Nana?"
"The transformation, Bella, I felt it. You are becoming the Huntress." Willow gasped.
"You knew this was going to happen?"
"Yes my dear we all knew. It was written on the ancient scrolls in human blood and buried deep into the ground thousands of years ago. You are the next Huntress."
"How do you know about this and what do you mean the next Huntress?" Willow asked.
"You were called when the last Huntress died. Sophia Larenzo was your fifth cousin twice removed. She had been the Huntress for two hundred years. Her Hunter and she had worked mostly on the astral plains. That was where they were needed."
"What exactly is a Huntress, Nana?"
"You don't know? Your mother, she didn't tell you? I know she wanted a normal life but she should of told you when she saw the changes."
"Nana, I haven't seen Mom in three months." Willow said, not at all surprised that her mother had been keeping very important family secrets from her.
"So this Huntress thing, it stays in our family?"
"Oh, yes, every other generation an elemental is called. She, it is always a daughter, is the essence of one of the four elements. She is either earth, water, fire, or air. Us elementals store magick that the Huntress pulls upon in times of need. There have been huntresses since before the first slayer was born."
"Wait, you know about slayers?"
"Of course, anyway, Willow, listen to me. You need to hear this it is very important. The Huntress does not just use magick, she is magick. Her entire being is made of magick. She must keep the balance at all costs. You and your Hunter will be gaining power and strength rapidly over the next few weeks. You will be simultaneously hot and cold, tired and hyper. It's going to be very uncomfortable but right now is also when your power is the strongest. Be careful and always hold control.
You are special, Willow. The prophecy, you have heard the prophecy right?"
"Yes, Nana."
"Well, when you were born I knew instantly that it was about you. I told your mother, Sheila you can't escape it, your baby girl is the weeping one. She is Willow. You're mother of course laughed at me. She was always so bitter about not inheriting the magick. She never understood how much of a pain in the ass it is. But even though she refused to acknowledge any of her teachings she named you Willow. Then she fled to Sunnydale of all places. Where she continues to live in denial as her daughter flirts with power, befriends the slayer, and falls in love with a vampire."
"So, I'm a fighter? What am I supposed to fight? This new demon? His nasty looking henchmen?"
"I do not know. I can only tell you that Sophia was murdered on the physical plain. Sophia was immortal on the physical plain. Whatever killed her stole powerful magick and it is disrupting things everywhere. Turn on the news and you'll see riots breaking out where there has been peace for a millennia and treaties being made between countries that have been at war since before my time. Something powerful is coming, Bella. You must be very careful. Your Hunter is your protector. Let him. I know how stubborn you are." Willow's Nana told her firmly.
"I'm not stubborn, I'm just always right." Willow repeated the familiar line. Nana and she argued the topic every time they spoke.
"What did you mean earlier about Sophia being immortal? Am I immortal?"
"Every Huntress works where she is needed and best suited. It was seen that in the Astral plains and in the ghost world there would be much trouble so Sophia spent most of her time there and was supposed to be immortal here. She could die just not in the physical plains. Her Hunter was of the astral plains. He had no physical body and alas was unable to save his love. When a Huntress dies so does her Hunter. That is all I know. I can tell you nothing more." Her grandmother said tiredly.
"But, what about Emma Whearden, and this necklace I found and her letter?"
"You found the letter? Well then at least you knew a little bit. Emma Whearden was you're a few greats grandmother, she was a watcher and a powerful seer but not an elemental. A horrible demon swept through England at that time and Emma was constantly attacked with visions of violence and death from it. They hid her in the dungeons of an old unused castle and claimed she had been imprisoned and burned at the stake. They feared for her life. Eventually the demon killed her through her visions but not before she could pour all of her magick into a necklace for the weeping one and write a journal. It seems you have found the necklace but the journal has been lost for over a hundred years."
"We found it."
"You did? Where?"
"Well, actually Giles found it. It was stuck between some old watcher's diaries. I guess since Giles was the activated watcher and now Wesley is, they get the originals."
"Then maybe they can provide you some insight into what exactly you are fighting at the moment. This conversation has given us a lot to think about, Bambina. I must go now. Be careful. Blessed be."
"Blessed Be, Nana. Go get some sleep." Willow hung up the phone and turned to her very curious friends. "Faith go and find the others and tell them to meet us at the library. Spike we have to get to the library." Willow said. Then she walked out the door without waiting to see if anyone was following her. Of course after a few steps she stopped and glanced back just to make sure. Faith was loping off in the direction of Haughtler Memorial cemetery and Spike was locking her door behind him. He hurriedly caught up to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders comfortingly. Silently, Spike refrained himself from asking any questions, they walked to the library taking shortcuts through the playground and staking a few vampires on the way.
Everyone was finally gathered into the library and they all stared intently at Willow wondering what had happened. Willow sighed softly and sat down in a chair. She layed her head back and closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. Her photographic memory allowed the earlier conversation with Nana to tumble back into Willow's head. Quietly, with her eyes closed, Willow told her friends what her grandmother had said. When she had finished everyone was silent. Willow opened her eyes and Spike instantly caught them with his own. Willow could see he was troubled and a sick feeling settled in the bottom of her stomach. Her mind began throwing out horrible thoughts that she tried to ignore but there was no getting around them. The dominating thought was that Spike was going to leave her. They weren't in love, she was forcing him to work with his sworn enemies and now it seemed that because of her his life, or un-life as the case may be, was going to end and now he would have to fight and be responsible. Spike hated being responsible for anyone other than himself and his minions. There was no reason for him to stay. As Giles began to speak Willow tried to shove these thoughts out of her over-active brain but all she managed to do was push them to the side.
"It seems Willow that your family has been keeping some very important information from you. You must call back your grandmother and find out everything she knows. You must learn how to control what is happening. Also, not to change the subject but I think I have discovered at least partly who the demon is, what he wants, and where Emma Whearden fits in. Her journal is very informative. If you don't mind there are a few passages I believe should be read." Giles said.
"England January 3, 1786
I have been locked away in this cold dark room for over two weeks. The counsel says that they are keeping me safe. They don't listen when I tell them that they cannot keep me safe for she is killing me in my dreams. She calls herself the Whisper and I live inside her every night. Every night I enter her mind. I see her as she methodically kills watchers and sorcerors. They are all brutal deaths full of pain and torture. There is a pattern to her killings though. She kills all but the most powerful. She has one watcher and three magick users captive. Her demon followers torture them throughout the day. I can hear screams ring out through there lair. The Whisper knows I am there. She is the one that pulls me in. She wants me to tell her where I am. She wants my power. I will be her final sacrifice.
During the day when I do not sleep I have my guards bring me books, scrolls, manuscripts and watchers diaries. I search through them looking for anything that could be of use. Today I found something while searching through an early watcher's journal. He talks about a ritual that would give a demon physical form. He said that his slayer, Sian, was looking for a way to stop it. The ritual upsets the magickal balance and steals power right from the earth. The ritual sounded amazingly similar to the one that I know the demon is planning. The sacrifices and the ceremonies are the same. The only difference is the sacrifices themselves. It seems they needed several people of great magickal ability. The ritual that the Whisper is attempting calls not only for people of magickal ability but also for watchers. Not many demons realize that watcher's blood is different, more powerful, than a normal human's. It is one of the counsel's most heavily guarded secrets. This demon knows though and she is willing to use it.
End journal entry" Giles read.
"It seems that Ms. Whearden also dealt with the Whisper. And so has a very early slayer. I checked Sian's watcher's journal. Her watcher describes the same demons that we have been fighting the past few days. There are a few more entries of some importance so please bear with me.
"England March 26, 1786
I am growing weaker everyday. I can barely get out of my bed to use the loo most days. My skin is dry and cracked and I have a very high fever. I cough up blood every few minutes. The doctors do not know what's wrong with me. It's the Whisper. She is killing me from a distance, trying to draw me out. I will not be her pawn!
I have been having those dreams again, the one's of my grand-daughter of many greats. The huntress, Willow. She will be so powerful. I hope it is enough because the Whisper will succeed here. I can feel it. Willow is our last hope. She must defeat the Whisper or magick will forever be unbalanced. Hell will reign on earth.
End journal entry.
"England May 1, 1786
I have learned something of great importance. The Whisper was a slayer! When the Whisper was first attempting the ritual Sian interrupted it and it became distorted. In a magickal blast of lightening all of the Whisper's demon minions and Sian were killed. The Whisper was only half-formed and enraged because she could not finish the ritual. It seems that she melded with the dead slayer and took over her body. In the slayer's body the Whisper traveled the known world figuring out how to perform the changed ritual and form his own body. Only then would he have all of his power. Fully formed the demon will have complete control over magick. Not even the Hunter and Huntress will be able to stop him.
After many centuries the slayer's body has grown tired and the Whisper needs to find another. She craves the power of a young slayer. Kira is in danger. She cannot fight the Whisper and the Huntress, my niece Anastasia, is not strong enough. I pray that I am wrong but in my heart I know that they will both be defeated. I am too weak to help them. It is all I can do to keep from giving up and going to the Whisper but if I do she will be that much closer to becoming whole.
I have decided that before I die I will pour my magick into my precious dragon's heart necklace. Magick cannot save me. I hope that it will do my Willow some good.
I know this will be my last entry. I will die within the week. I am sorry that I will never get to see my daughter or my grand-daughter again. I ask God to watch over them and keep them safe. I will do the same. I hope they realize that I never wanted to leave them. I didn't have a choice. I love them both very much. I vow that the Whisper will not get them. I vow that I will do everything in my power to stop the demon.
End Entry
Author: Witchy Red
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them.
Notes: NETHING else refer to previous parts
Willow paced Spike's living room. Giles had refused to let her read the diary, saying that she needed to rest. Then he had sent everyone home. He said he wanted to read through it first and see if there was anything helpful. Willow, Spike and Faith had gone to Spike's to relax and regroup before their shift. Buffy had decided to break the patrol up into shifts. Her, Angel, Oz and Cordelia would take the first shift while Spike, Willow, Faith and Xander would patrol later. Willow wished she had taken the earlier shift. She had to do something! She couldn't just sit here waiting for Giles to figure everything out.
Willow was so lost in thought that she didn't hear Faith or Spike calling her name. Finally Faith stood up from her seat grabbed Willows arms and kissed her solidly on the mouth. Willow's own mouth dropped open once Faith released her and she stared in complete shock. Faith had just kissed her, on the lips.
"Wha-wha." Willow stuttered. Spike stared at his speechless red head and almost passed out from trying not to laugh. He knew he should feel jealous or ticked that someone had put their mouth on his witch but Willow's face was just too funny and he couldn't be angry.
"I needed to get your attention." Faith said saucily. Then she threw Willow a lusty grin. "Besides, you look hot today."
"Goddess." Willow breathed out. Tentatively she looked over at Spike to see how he was taking what just happened. He was doing his damndest not to laugh at her. She glared and he couldn't hold it in anymore. It was the first time he'd laughed uncontrollably in longer than he cared to think about. He could learn to like this slayer, so different from the blonde bitch. He'd still kill her if Willow wouldn't be pissed but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy her sense of humor. Willow stalked over to him in mock anger. Before she did something they both might regret later Spike grabbed Willow around the waist and pulled her down onto his lap in the armchair he was sprawled in. Willow leaned back against his chest and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I was just surprised." She said stubbornly. Her lip quivered in a stubborn pout.
"Was that it, Red," Spike whispered into her ear. "Or did she make you hot?" Willow blushed at his lust filled words. It wasn't that what he said was true, Faith didn't make her hot, it was just that she was shocked a-and boys hardly ever made passes at her let alone girls and a girl had certainly never kissed her before. It was curiosity, yeah that was it, curiosity.
Spike watched his lover think through this new problem in her head like it was a science project. He slowly stroked his hand up her side and over the curve of her breast, then back down again. His movements brought a new flare to the already burning fire in her belly. "Did she make you think naughty thoughts in that deliciously intelligent brain of yours? Is your skin crawling to feel hers?" Spike whispered breathily along her the side of her neck. Willow squirmed uncomfortably in his lap. Spike hoped she wasn't planning on standing up anytime soon or he'd look like a schoolboy with his first porno magazine. Willow shuddered as she felt his reaction.
"Stop it!" She hissed frantically as Faith watched from across the room, her smirk growing more mischievous by the second. Spike smiled into her hair but his roaming hand stilled and he quit murmuring dirty thoughts into her ear. Willow sighed in relief. It seemed her embarrassment was over for the moment and she hurriedly changed the subject.
"I think we should research these demons more. It's weird that they're not in any of mine or Giles's books. I can't find them on the Net either."
"Willow, we've been researching for like three days. We haven't found anything on any of this stuff except for what's in that journal that Giles found and we have to wait until tomorrow to find out what it says. I say we go find the other's and tell them we'll patrol early." Faith said. After a few minutes of arguing they agreed to go find Buffy and the others and take over patrolling but before they could grab jackets and leave the phone rang.
"Hello." Willow said after she had tripped over the love seat to answer. She wondered who would be calling so late it was after midnight.
"Willow, Bella?" the voice came across tinny and far away.
"Nana?" Willow asked. "Is that you?"
"Yes, my bambina. I'm sorry I called so late but I figured you would be up. You're a Stinetti and Stinetti's are night owls."
"Nana, I'm a Rosenberg."
"Piffle, doesn't matter what your daddy's last name is you are a Stinetti and that's why I'm calling. It has started dear. We have all felt it and the rest of the family are rejoicing and grieving."
"What's happened, Nana?"
"The transformation, Bella, I felt it. You are becoming the Huntress." Willow gasped.
"You knew this was going to happen?"
"Yes my dear we all knew. It was written on the ancient scrolls in human blood and buried deep into the ground thousands of years ago. You are the next Huntress."
"How do you know about this and what do you mean the next Huntress?" Willow asked.
"You were called when the last Huntress died. Sophia Larenzo was your fifth cousin twice removed. She had been the Huntress for two hundred years. Her Hunter and she had worked mostly on the astral plains. That was where they were needed."
"What exactly is a Huntress, Nana?"
"You don't know? Your mother, she didn't tell you? I know she wanted a normal life but she should of told you when she saw the changes."
"Nana, I haven't seen Mom in three months." Willow said, not at all surprised that her mother had been keeping very important family secrets from her.
"So this Huntress thing, it stays in our family?"
"Oh, yes, every other generation an elemental is called. She, it is always a daughter, is the essence of one of the four elements. She is either earth, water, fire, or air. Us elementals store magick that the Huntress pulls upon in times of need. There have been huntresses since before the first slayer was born."
"Wait, you know about slayers?"
"Of course, anyway, Willow, listen to me. You need to hear this it is very important. The Huntress does not just use magick, she is magick. Her entire being is made of magick. She must keep the balance at all costs. You and your Hunter will be gaining power and strength rapidly over the next few weeks. You will be simultaneously hot and cold, tired and hyper. It's going to be very uncomfortable but right now is also when your power is the strongest. Be careful and always hold control.
You are special, Willow. The prophecy, you have heard the prophecy right?"
"Yes, Nana."
"Well, when you were born I knew instantly that it was about you. I told your mother, Sheila you can't escape it, your baby girl is the weeping one. She is Willow. You're mother of course laughed at me. She was always so bitter about not inheriting the magick. She never understood how much of a pain in the ass it is. But even though she refused to acknowledge any of her teachings she named you Willow. Then she fled to Sunnydale of all places. Where she continues to live in denial as her daughter flirts with power, befriends the slayer, and falls in love with a vampire."
"So, I'm a fighter? What am I supposed to fight? This new demon? His nasty looking henchmen?"
"I do not know. I can only tell you that Sophia was murdered on the physical plain. Sophia was immortal on the physical plain. Whatever killed her stole powerful magick and it is disrupting things everywhere. Turn on the news and you'll see riots breaking out where there has been peace for a millennia and treaties being made between countries that have been at war since before my time. Something powerful is coming, Bella. You must be very careful. Your Hunter is your protector. Let him. I know how stubborn you are." Willow's Nana told her firmly.
"I'm not stubborn, I'm just always right." Willow repeated the familiar line. Nana and she argued the topic every time they spoke.
"What did you mean earlier about Sophia being immortal? Am I immortal?"
"Every Huntress works where she is needed and best suited. It was seen that in the Astral plains and in the ghost world there would be much trouble so Sophia spent most of her time there and was supposed to be immortal here. She could die just not in the physical plains. Her Hunter was of the astral plains. He had no physical body and alas was unable to save his love. When a Huntress dies so does her Hunter. That is all I know. I can tell you nothing more." Her grandmother said tiredly.
"But, what about Emma Whearden, and this necklace I found and her letter?"
"You found the letter? Well then at least you knew a little bit. Emma Whearden was you're a few greats grandmother, she was a watcher and a powerful seer but not an elemental. A horrible demon swept through England at that time and Emma was constantly attacked with visions of violence and death from it. They hid her in the dungeons of an old unused castle and claimed she had been imprisoned and burned at the stake. They feared for her life. Eventually the demon killed her through her visions but not before she could pour all of her magick into a necklace for the weeping one and write a journal. It seems you have found the necklace but the journal has been lost for over a hundred years."
"We found it."
"You did? Where?"
"Well, actually Giles found it. It was stuck between some old watcher's diaries. I guess since Giles was the activated watcher and now Wesley is, they get the originals."
"Then maybe they can provide you some insight into what exactly you are fighting at the moment. This conversation has given us a lot to think about, Bambina. I must go now. Be careful. Blessed be."
"Blessed Be, Nana. Go get some sleep." Willow hung up the phone and turned to her very curious friends. "Faith go and find the others and tell them to meet us at the library. Spike we have to get to the library." Willow said. Then she walked out the door without waiting to see if anyone was following her. Of course after a few steps she stopped and glanced back just to make sure. Faith was loping off in the direction of Haughtler Memorial cemetery and Spike was locking her door behind him. He hurriedly caught up to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders comfortingly. Silently, Spike refrained himself from asking any questions, they walked to the library taking shortcuts through the playground and staking a few vampires on the way.
Everyone was finally gathered into the library and they all stared intently at Willow wondering what had happened. Willow sighed softly and sat down in a chair. She layed her head back and closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. Her photographic memory allowed the earlier conversation with Nana to tumble back into Willow's head. Quietly, with her eyes closed, Willow told her friends what her grandmother had said. When she had finished everyone was silent. Willow opened her eyes and Spike instantly caught them with his own. Willow could see he was troubled and a sick feeling settled in the bottom of her stomach. Her mind began throwing out horrible thoughts that she tried to ignore but there was no getting around them. The dominating thought was that Spike was going to leave her. They weren't in love, she was forcing him to work with his sworn enemies and now it seemed that because of her his life, or un-life as the case may be, was going to end and now he would have to fight and be responsible. Spike hated being responsible for anyone other than himself and his minions. There was no reason for him to stay. As Giles began to speak Willow tried to shove these thoughts out of her over-active brain but all she managed to do was push them to the side.
"It seems Willow that your family has been keeping some very important information from you. You must call back your grandmother and find out everything she knows. You must learn how to control what is happening. Also, not to change the subject but I think I have discovered at least partly who the demon is, what he wants, and where Emma Whearden fits in. Her journal is very informative. If you don't mind there are a few passages I believe should be read." Giles said.
"England January 3, 1786
I have been locked away in this cold dark room for over two weeks. The counsel says that they are keeping me safe. They don't listen when I tell them that they cannot keep me safe for she is killing me in my dreams. She calls herself the Whisper and I live inside her every night. Every night I enter her mind. I see her as she methodically kills watchers and sorcerors. They are all brutal deaths full of pain and torture. There is a pattern to her killings though. She kills all but the most powerful. She has one watcher and three magick users captive. Her demon followers torture them throughout the day. I can hear screams ring out through there lair. The Whisper knows I am there. She is the one that pulls me in. She wants me to tell her where I am. She wants my power. I will be her final sacrifice.
During the day when I do not sleep I have my guards bring me books, scrolls, manuscripts and watchers diaries. I search through them looking for anything that could be of use. Today I found something while searching through an early watcher's journal. He talks about a ritual that would give a demon physical form. He said that his slayer, Sian, was looking for a way to stop it. The ritual upsets the magickal balance and steals power right from the earth. The ritual sounded amazingly similar to the one that I know the demon is planning. The sacrifices and the ceremonies are the same. The only difference is the sacrifices themselves. It seems they needed several people of great magickal ability. The ritual that the Whisper is attempting calls not only for people of magickal ability but also for watchers. Not many demons realize that watcher's blood is different, more powerful, than a normal human's. It is one of the counsel's most heavily guarded secrets. This demon knows though and she is willing to use it.
End journal entry" Giles read.
"It seems that Ms. Whearden also dealt with the Whisper. And so has a very early slayer. I checked Sian's watcher's journal. Her watcher describes the same demons that we have been fighting the past few days. There are a few more entries of some importance so please bear with me.
"England March 26, 1786
I am growing weaker everyday. I can barely get out of my bed to use the loo most days. My skin is dry and cracked and I have a very high fever. I cough up blood every few minutes. The doctors do not know what's wrong with me. It's the Whisper. She is killing me from a distance, trying to draw me out. I will not be her pawn!
I have been having those dreams again, the one's of my grand-daughter of many greats. The huntress, Willow. She will be so powerful. I hope it is enough because the Whisper will succeed here. I can feel it. Willow is our last hope. She must defeat the Whisper or magick will forever be unbalanced. Hell will reign on earth.
End journal entry.
"England May 1, 1786
I have learned something of great importance. The Whisper was a slayer! When the Whisper was first attempting the ritual Sian interrupted it and it became distorted. In a magickal blast of lightening all of the Whisper's demon minions and Sian were killed. The Whisper was only half-formed and enraged because she could not finish the ritual. It seems that she melded with the dead slayer and took over her body. In the slayer's body the Whisper traveled the known world figuring out how to perform the changed ritual and form his own body. Only then would he have all of his power. Fully formed the demon will have complete control over magick. Not even the Hunter and Huntress will be able to stop him.
After many centuries the slayer's body has grown tired and the Whisper needs to find another. She craves the power of a young slayer. Kira is in danger. She cannot fight the Whisper and the Huntress, my niece Anastasia, is not strong enough. I pray that I am wrong but in my heart I know that they will both be defeated. I am too weak to help them. It is all I can do to keep from giving up and going to the Whisper but if I do she will be that much closer to becoming whole.
I have decided that before I die I will pour my magick into my precious dragon's heart necklace. Magick cannot save me. I hope that it will do my Willow some good.
I know this will be my last entry. I will die within the week. I am sorry that I will never get to see my daughter or my grand-daughter again. I ask God to watch over them and keep them safe. I will do the same. I hope they realize that I never wanted to leave them. I didn't have a choice. I love them both very much. I vow that the Whisper will not get them. I vow that I will do everything in my power to stop the demon.
End Entry
