I'm not completely sure about this part..let me know what you guys think.
Lanaraofearth
Title: Fallen Author: LanaraofEarth Rating: PG-13 ish...maybe R later on Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series are not mine and never will be, no matter how much I might wish otherwise. The characters of both shows belong to Joss Wedon, Fox and other people and companies that I can't remember right at this moment. Summary: After being shunned by the gang in LA, Wesley leaves and ends up in Sunnydale. Possibly Wes and Buffy shippiness
Note: Words etc. in * are a character's inner thoughts/dialogue.
* Part 7 *
Buffy turned around in a circle in confusion as she took in her surroundings. She was surrounded by a desert vista. Shrubs dotted sand dunes in the distance.
She recognized this place.
"You should.its your home."
Buffy whipped around in the direction of the voice. It couldn't be.she was..
"I know what I am, sister.. but the real question is.do you remember who you are?" Kendra's rich voice floated across the warm, dry desert air.
Buffy stared in shock at her lost sister. Kendra was clothed in what looked to be a skirt of African design that wrapped around her lower body, its red and orange hues complementing her complexion. Her upper body was clad in the shirt that she had been so fond of when Buffy had first met her, the one that had been destroyed in the fight with Spike and Drusilla.
Spike.
Unbidden thoughts of the peroxide blond vampire raced through Buffy's mind.
"You have fallen, my sister." Kendra spoke softly from where she stood, bathed in the golden sun.
Buffy stood back in the shadows, her eyes blinking at the sudden harshness of the sun.
"What are you talking about? Where am I?"
A frown marred Kendra's beautiful features, "You already know the answer to both of those questions."
And, Buffy found that she did. She had fallen from heaven and from her path.
She was lost in a world of darkness and pain and she didn't know how to find the light anymore. It used to be so easy to find the good in everything.in every person, every action.hell.Xander had once even referred to her as the Hellmouths version of Pollyanna.
Not any more. For now, no matter how hard she tried, she could not find the light of the day.she could not relish it, could not embrace it.
It burned her, as surely as it did a vampire.
Kendra nodded from where she stood. "You have ignored us, ignored yourself and have fallen into the darkness. We have lost many warriors of late. But you are only lost, not gone.you must fight.fight your way back to your path."
Buffy shook her head, "Why? Why does it matter any more what I do? I live in hell, every day.I see it all around me, the pain, the hurt, the despair.all of it.I'm tired of looking for my path.what's the point in trying?"
"If you do not try, then you will drown.but not just you.everyone. The world, everyone you love, and everyone you care for.they will all die. You must not look.feel, trust yourself, even the parts that frighten you and you will find it."
Buffy screamed out in frustration and jumped into the light, it burned her skin.the pain ripped through her, but she didn't care.in fact.she relished it. At least it was something.
"What the hell do you want from me? What more can I give you? I gave you my innocence, my life, my love, my mother.my soul.there is nothing left for you to take!!!"
Kendra sighed in sadness as the rays of the sun were suddenly blocked out by a cloud, "Nothing was taken.you gave yourself freely.to help those who could not or would not help themselves. There is more in you then you realize.much more and you will need it when the storm arrives."
With that Kendra turned to the horizon and Buffy followed her gaze. Large, black storm clouds hung on the horizon. Lightning flashed and suddenly the air around them grew colder, less inviting.
What the hell was going on? What more could they ask of her? What did they expect her to do? Buffy turned to face Kendra and the other slayer met her gaze evenly "We only expect you to be who you are.the slayer."
"Wha..?" Buffys question was cut off as she was suddenly jerked out of her dream and into the waking world.
Buffy sat up quickly and looked around herself in confusion. Her back muscles complained against the jarring movement, but the slayer ignored it and got to her feet.
It was still dark, but Buffy could almost smell the dawn.
Dawn..
She needed to get home, her sister would be up soon and she needed to be there for her.
Buffy took in her surroundings.she was still in the old cemetery outside of town.what was she.
And then she remembered.
The vampire.. and then the three demons.
That one in the middle.. the power.. and then she had been thrown away from them and obviously knocked unconscious.
Buffy looked around for any sign of the vampires or demons, or even of the human that had been with them, but there was nothing.
They had left her there.
* That doesn't make sense.why would three demons and two vampires just leave an unconscious slayer lying in a cemetery? Why didn't they kill me? * Although she didn't like to admit it, the slayer was somewhat disappointed with that knowledge.
Something was most definitely off.
Buffy scanned the area around her and found five sets of foots prints all leading away from the newly disturbed grave.* Looks like Junior woke up. *
A flash of guilt ran through the slayer as she thought about the fate of the poor unconscious man that the sire had taken. He was most likely dead by now.
Buffy pushed away the guilt, she had to, otherwise it would consume her.
When she had first become the slayer it had driven her to the edge, the knowledge that she was the chosen protector of the innocent and the weak, but that there were times when she could not always save them. Every time she had looked in the paper or watched the news she had felt the guilt of peoples deaths hanging heavily over her head, she had felt responsible. If she let it, the guilt would take her to an even darker place than she already inhabited and she wasn't willing to go there.
Buffy followed the sets of prints through the cemetery until they split up.the two demons seemed to just disappear, the vampires headed south, back towards Sunnydale and the other.which must have been the mysterious middle demon headed west, further into the cemetery.
Buffy made a decision and followed the tracks of the other demon. By the looks of the tracks in the ground, it had the weight and build of a human.
She continued to follow the trail until it came to an abrupt end, right before a tombstone.
Buffy looked up and inhaled sharply at what met her eyes.
Joyce Marie Summers 1953-2001 Loving Mother and Friend Her two Daughters will miss her
Buffy's heart beat hard in her chest and her breathing was laboured, * What the hell is this? **
Then it hit her.
It knew who she was.
It led her here on purpose.
Buffy spun around, her eyes searching every shadow and crack for any sign of the mysterious demon.
A whisper suddenly brushed against Buffy's mind and she whirled around to find the source of the sound.
She couldn't make out what it was saying, it was garbled.she couldn't understand and she wasn't exactly sure that she wanted to, there was something in the sound that set of her spidey sense.
Buffy glared into the darkness surrounding her. "Instead of playing head games with me why don't you just come out and play like a good little boy?"
Silence answered her.
Buffy became irritated.she had just been blasted or whatever the hell it was, across a cemetery and then been treated to a vague prophetic slayer dream and now the sick creep wanted to mess with her mind.well she could play too.
"Ahh, what's whittle demon afraid of the big bad slayer.well I'm tellin' ya the little creepy whisperings are more annoying then frightening. The next time you want to play ghost try the Patrick Swayze's way.it's much more effective and not to mention, that man has the body of a god."
Buffy's rant was cut off abruptly by the sensation of cold fingers running down her spine.
Buffy was prepared to whirl around and attack the touchy-feely demon but found that she couldn't move. That's when she felt something cold pushing its way inside her head, forcing its will upon her.
Panic welled inside of her for a moment, but she crushed it down. She concentrated carefully, attempting to see if she had any control of her body, but she still couldn't move.
The fingers traced each vertebrae along her spine, seemingly going right through her jacket and shirt, touching her skin.
Its fingers were warm to the touch as they continued their exploration upward.
Buffy clenched her teeth in anger. "As much as I enjoy helping demons with their slayer anatomy homework.I have to say that I'm not really the touchy feely type. So why don't we just skip the creepy prelude and get to the part where I kill you."
The hands continued their movement, headless of the threat as they came to rest at the base of her neck, reverently touching the skin there. One finger slowly trailed a path along her skin, burning a mark onto her flesh.
Buffy bit back a scream at the pain that coursed through her, travelling from the burning mark on her neck up to her brain and down through her spine. It was as if a surge of energy coursed through her as the creature branded her and Buffy arched back in pain.
And then it was over.
Buffy collapsed to her knees on the ground, heaving gulps of air into her lungs as her vision swam dangerously before her.
Buffy lifted her head to search for the demon, but as she did she felt the barest of movements, a shift in the air and she knew that, whatever it was, was gone.
It took several moments before she was able to move again and the slayer stretched her muscles which had been tense with the effort to break from whatever hold the creature had over her and the searing pain of whatever energy it had poured into her body.
Buffy gave her mothers grave another longing glance, then she turned and made her way back to Sunnydale.she wanted some answers and she knew some vampires that might just be able to help her out.
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End Part 7
Lanaraofearth
Title: Fallen Author: LanaraofEarth Rating: PG-13 ish...maybe R later on Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series are not mine and never will be, no matter how much I might wish otherwise. The characters of both shows belong to Joss Wedon, Fox and other people and companies that I can't remember right at this moment. Summary: After being shunned by the gang in LA, Wesley leaves and ends up in Sunnydale. Possibly Wes and Buffy shippiness
Note: Words etc. in * are a character's inner thoughts/dialogue.
* Part 7 *
Buffy turned around in a circle in confusion as she took in her surroundings. She was surrounded by a desert vista. Shrubs dotted sand dunes in the distance.
She recognized this place.
"You should.its your home."
Buffy whipped around in the direction of the voice. It couldn't be.she was..
"I know what I am, sister.. but the real question is.do you remember who you are?" Kendra's rich voice floated across the warm, dry desert air.
Buffy stared in shock at her lost sister. Kendra was clothed in what looked to be a skirt of African design that wrapped around her lower body, its red and orange hues complementing her complexion. Her upper body was clad in the shirt that she had been so fond of when Buffy had first met her, the one that had been destroyed in the fight with Spike and Drusilla.
Spike.
Unbidden thoughts of the peroxide blond vampire raced through Buffy's mind.
"You have fallen, my sister." Kendra spoke softly from where she stood, bathed in the golden sun.
Buffy stood back in the shadows, her eyes blinking at the sudden harshness of the sun.
"What are you talking about? Where am I?"
A frown marred Kendra's beautiful features, "You already know the answer to both of those questions."
And, Buffy found that she did. She had fallen from heaven and from her path.
She was lost in a world of darkness and pain and she didn't know how to find the light anymore. It used to be so easy to find the good in everything.in every person, every action.hell.Xander had once even referred to her as the Hellmouths version of Pollyanna.
Not any more. For now, no matter how hard she tried, she could not find the light of the day.she could not relish it, could not embrace it.
It burned her, as surely as it did a vampire.
Kendra nodded from where she stood. "You have ignored us, ignored yourself and have fallen into the darkness. We have lost many warriors of late. But you are only lost, not gone.you must fight.fight your way back to your path."
Buffy shook her head, "Why? Why does it matter any more what I do? I live in hell, every day.I see it all around me, the pain, the hurt, the despair.all of it.I'm tired of looking for my path.what's the point in trying?"
"If you do not try, then you will drown.but not just you.everyone. The world, everyone you love, and everyone you care for.they will all die. You must not look.feel, trust yourself, even the parts that frighten you and you will find it."
Buffy screamed out in frustration and jumped into the light, it burned her skin.the pain ripped through her, but she didn't care.in fact.she relished it. At least it was something.
"What the hell do you want from me? What more can I give you? I gave you my innocence, my life, my love, my mother.my soul.there is nothing left for you to take!!!"
Kendra sighed in sadness as the rays of the sun were suddenly blocked out by a cloud, "Nothing was taken.you gave yourself freely.to help those who could not or would not help themselves. There is more in you then you realize.much more and you will need it when the storm arrives."
With that Kendra turned to the horizon and Buffy followed her gaze. Large, black storm clouds hung on the horizon. Lightning flashed and suddenly the air around them grew colder, less inviting.
What the hell was going on? What more could they ask of her? What did they expect her to do? Buffy turned to face Kendra and the other slayer met her gaze evenly "We only expect you to be who you are.the slayer."
"Wha..?" Buffys question was cut off as she was suddenly jerked out of her dream and into the waking world.
Buffy sat up quickly and looked around herself in confusion. Her back muscles complained against the jarring movement, but the slayer ignored it and got to her feet.
It was still dark, but Buffy could almost smell the dawn.
Dawn..
She needed to get home, her sister would be up soon and she needed to be there for her.
Buffy took in her surroundings.she was still in the old cemetery outside of town.what was she.
And then she remembered.
The vampire.. and then the three demons.
That one in the middle.. the power.. and then she had been thrown away from them and obviously knocked unconscious.
Buffy looked around for any sign of the vampires or demons, or even of the human that had been with them, but there was nothing.
They had left her there.
* That doesn't make sense.why would three demons and two vampires just leave an unconscious slayer lying in a cemetery? Why didn't they kill me? * Although she didn't like to admit it, the slayer was somewhat disappointed with that knowledge.
Something was most definitely off.
Buffy scanned the area around her and found five sets of foots prints all leading away from the newly disturbed grave.* Looks like Junior woke up. *
A flash of guilt ran through the slayer as she thought about the fate of the poor unconscious man that the sire had taken. He was most likely dead by now.
Buffy pushed away the guilt, she had to, otherwise it would consume her.
When she had first become the slayer it had driven her to the edge, the knowledge that she was the chosen protector of the innocent and the weak, but that there were times when she could not always save them. Every time she had looked in the paper or watched the news she had felt the guilt of peoples deaths hanging heavily over her head, she had felt responsible. If she let it, the guilt would take her to an even darker place than she already inhabited and she wasn't willing to go there.
Buffy followed the sets of prints through the cemetery until they split up.the two demons seemed to just disappear, the vampires headed south, back towards Sunnydale and the other.which must have been the mysterious middle demon headed west, further into the cemetery.
Buffy made a decision and followed the tracks of the other demon. By the looks of the tracks in the ground, it had the weight and build of a human.
She continued to follow the trail until it came to an abrupt end, right before a tombstone.
Buffy looked up and inhaled sharply at what met her eyes.
Joyce Marie Summers 1953-2001 Loving Mother and Friend Her two Daughters will miss her
Buffy's heart beat hard in her chest and her breathing was laboured, * What the hell is this? **
Then it hit her.
It knew who she was.
It led her here on purpose.
Buffy spun around, her eyes searching every shadow and crack for any sign of the mysterious demon.
A whisper suddenly brushed against Buffy's mind and she whirled around to find the source of the sound.
She couldn't make out what it was saying, it was garbled.she couldn't understand and she wasn't exactly sure that she wanted to, there was something in the sound that set of her spidey sense.
Buffy glared into the darkness surrounding her. "Instead of playing head games with me why don't you just come out and play like a good little boy?"
Silence answered her.
Buffy became irritated.she had just been blasted or whatever the hell it was, across a cemetery and then been treated to a vague prophetic slayer dream and now the sick creep wanted to mess with her mind.well she could play too.
"Ahh, what's whittle demon afraid of the big bad slayer.well I'm tellin' ya the little creepy whisperings are more annoying then frightening. The next time you want to play ghost try the Patrick Swayze's way.it's much more effective and not to mention, that man has the body of a god."
Buffy's rant was cut off abruptly by the sensation of cold fingers running down her spine.
Buffy was prepared to whirl around and attack the touchy-feely demon but found that she couldn't move. That's when she felt something cold pushing its way inside her head, forcing its will upon her.
Panic welled inside of her for a moment, but she crushed it down. She concentrated carefully, attempting to see if she had any control of her body, but she still couldn't move.
The fingers traced each vertebrae along her spine, seemingly going right through her jacket and shirt, touching her skin.
Its fingers were warm to the touch as they continued their exploration upward.
Buffy clenched her teeth in anger. "As much as I enjoy helping demons with their slayer anatomy homework.I have to say that I'm not really the touchy feely type. So why don't we just skip the creepy prelude and get to the part where I kill you."
The hands continued their movement, headless of the threat as they came to rest at the base of her neck, reverently touching the skin there. One finger slowly trailed a path along her skin, burning a mark onto her flesh.
Buffy bit back a scream at the pain that coursed through her, travelling from the burning mark on her neck up to her brain and down through her spine. It was as if a surge of energy coursed through her as the creature branded her and Buffy arched back in pain.
And then it was over.
Buffy collapsed to her knees on the ground, heaving gulps of air into her lungs as her vision swam dangerously before her.
Buffy lifted her head to search for the demon, but as she did she felt the barest of movements, a shift in the air and she knew that, whatever it was, was gone.
It took several moments before she was able to move again and the slayer stretched her muscles which had been tense with the effort to break from whatever hold the creature had over her and the searing pain of whatever energy it had poured into her body.
Buffy gave her mothers grave another longing glance, then she turned and made her way back to Sunnydale.she wanted some answers and she knew some vampires that might just be able to help her out.
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End Part 7
