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A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. Hope you guys haven't lost interest because of the wait! Or just because the story is so terrible, that wouldn't be good either. Anyway, I saw (took me long enough) that the villains in my story very closely resemble Glory so I've been working to change that. These changes may not be seen in this chapter but hopefully they will be there. I hope you enjoy!
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Glancing nervously back and forth, Willy cautiously made his way to the door in the back corner of his bar. After tapping softly on it, Willy opened the door which revealed some rickety stairs leading down to a basement.
"The coast is clear," Willy called down the stairs.
No answer.
"Oh right," he mumbled then tried again, "hey, they're gone!"
Then he heard movement and two women appeared, a red haired one and one with black hair.
"What or who was it?" asked the black haired one, Reina.
"It was the slayer and her soldier boy toy," Willy informed them.
"Slayer?" the confused Reina asked and looked to her sister who offered no help.
"Yeah, you know, the Chosen One. She kills demons and all that goes bump in the night. I think you've been practicing voodoo on her friend," Willy explained.
"And you let her in?" Cullena hissed, her brown eyes clouding over. She grabbed the short man by the throut. "Did you tell her anything?"
"No, no, I swear. See this blood?" Willy asked, pointing to a cut on his right temple. "Or the bruise you're squeezing? That's what I got."
Cullena released her grasp and suddenly started stroking the man's hair. "Poor, poor boy."
"Oh, but hey, your eyes went all black. That means your spell worked, right? And you got your magic back in full strength so you'll be leaving soon, right?" Willy suggested hopefully.
Removing her hand from his hand, Cullena instead began clutching at her own throat.
"Sadly, no, boy," she cooed. "I have the girl's magical power but although it's a lot, I still need her- Tara!"
Suddenly seized with excitement, Cullena rushed over to the new arrival and hugged her.
"She treats the minions better than her own sisters," Reina muttered to no one in particular.
"My dear, sweet Tara, do you have the supplies?" Cullena asked hopefully as she led the dazed girl to where Reina and Willy still stood.
Tara nodded and produced a bag which Cullena clasped with more excitement then she had the girl who gave it to her. Then she held it in front of Willy and said, "this. These supplies, which we ran out of working on that red head, will get us out of you bar. We'll cast up our spell then be on our way." She was nodding furiously and shaking the bag. "These supplies will help me steal that stupid red head's soul. Then we'll be at full power for the rest of our plans."
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The books in Giles' living room had all been cleared off to different corners. Willow was sitting up on the couch with a blanket gathered around her. She shivered occasionally and Buffy, who was sitting between her and Riley, would pat her affectionately and bring her things like tissues when needed. Xander was seated on the floor by the couch flipping through yet another book. Giles was also looking at a book in a chair near the head of the room. This is how they were all arranged when Anya and Spike walked in, looking too cozy with each other in Xander's opinion, holding a bag of magical items. Anya smiled and rushed over to her jealous, gave him a quick kiss, and then proceeded to deposit the bag in Giles' hands. Meanwhile, Spike, much to the annoyance of the others, made a spot for him on the couch next to Willow by simply pushing Buffy to the side.
"Here are the items we purchased," Anya explained as she presented the bag to Giles. "And this," she continued and pulled out the spell book from the bag, "is the book that contains the spell we have to perform. And this is the spell."
Giles took the book from Anya's hand, who smiled with pleasure at the good deeds she'd done and found a spot next to Xander. After carefully inspecting the page and adjusting his glasses, Giles looked up at the hopeful faces around him. Well, they were mostly hopeful faces. Buffy and Riley's faces mostly mirrored the annoyance they felt at being squeezed together on a loveseat with one of their sworn enemies.
"Well," he began finally. "This spell is going to take a lot of power, Willow. You're sure you can do it?"
"Let me look at it," Willow commended with confidence.
The book was circulated ceremoniously across the room and ended up in the hands of the sickly witch. An uncomfortable silence followed as Willow inspected the page, her face scrunched up in concentration.
"So," began the impatient vampire at her side, "can you do it?"
"Yes," Willow said firmly, her resolve face on. "Yes, I can."
"We'll have to clear an area to perform the spell in," Giles commended and grabbed one edge of the couch.
The people on the couch, including Willow with Spike's assistance, got up and dispatched about the room. Buffy remained to lift the opposite end of the couch. Without a signal to do so, they quickly lifted the couch and moved it as far back as they could. Similar rituals were done with the other furniture in the room leaving a large, carpeted area for the spell to be done in.
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Quick, put all the furniture back in it's place," Cullena ordered referring to the single table that inhabited the room.
Clarissa followed the orders without assistance then shot Reina an annoyed glance.
"She'll be nicer once she has her soul," Reina whispered as she candles scattered about from Cullena's latest tantrum.
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"Here, we have to form a circle with the candles," Willow explained.
"Wait, question," Xander said while raising his hand as if he was in a class room. "Who's going to work the spell? I mean, we have one witch and we need three..."
"A bird in hand is better than two in the bush," Riley informed them out of nowhere.
Everyone turned and looked at the corn-fed Iowa boy who just shook his head.
"I just meant that, at least we have... How about Anya helps? And most of you have at least chanted some Latin before. Anyone could do it," Riley offered.
"Well, I can help with it but it's rather complex," Giles said thoughtfully.
"We don't really have much choice," Buffy stated.
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"We've done this spell a million times! Or, well, at least five. You know what to do!" Cullena screamed as her sisters scrambled around the small room in preparation.
She was already seated in the middle of a circle of candles, waiting impatiently for her incompetent sisters to get in their spots.
Soon, all four of the Sirenial Sisters were in their required places, ready to begin.
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In Giles' living room, a circle had formed consisting of Anya, Giles, and about a dozen candles had formed around Willow. Everyone else stood off to the sides awkwardly. They felt useless while watching their friends prepare. Buffy and Spike kept asking if there was anything they could do or perhaps maim. Meanwhile, Riley shifted back and forth and kept muttering things inaudible to anyone. The only one of the four not involved in the spell doing something was Xander. He kept asking if he could get anything and would run off to retrieve it before getting a reply.
Finally, everyone, even Xander, got settled to watch the spell.
"Okay, this is going to take a lot of concentration so nobody distract me or else," Willow warned, glaring directly at Spike.
In response, Spike shrugged nonchalantly then smirked wickedly.
"We're ready," Willow said calmly after rolling her ever-optimistic green eyes at her platinum counter part.
Dutifully, Giles picked up the spell book and began slowly chanting come Latin. The flames from the candles quivered as Anya and Willow joined. Their eyes closed together but somehow, even without the book, they knew what to say. Spike, Buffy, and Riley looked on uneasily as the spell seemed to over take the casters and the flames danced violently about.
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"It's working!" Cullena screamed over her sisters' chanting. Despite the shudder she felt momentarily run through her body, she knew that it was almost over
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A warm feeling was filling Willow's body. A rush of excitement made her dizzy. The flames and the chanting were engulfing her. Then, suddenly, something hit her. It wasn't a physical force but it was like something cutting her off from the world. She gasped, her head pounding.
"Not again," someone said as Willow collapsed onto the floor, her hair splaying about her like a halo. Except this time, Anya and Giles also collapsed.
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The flames died down. Silence followed as her sisters waited anxiously for the red-haired witch to open her eyes. Cullena sat meditating on the power she felt now. She opened her eyes finally to reveal the blackness that still hung in them. But slowly that blackness faded and a stunning green color took it's place.
"It worked," she whispered softly, an evil grin spreading across her glowing face.
Feedback: Please!
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. Hope you guys haven't lost interest because of the wait! Or just because the story is so terrible, that wouldn't be good either. Anyway, I saw (took me long enough) that the villains in my story very closely resemble Glory so I've been working to change that. These changes may not be seen in this chapter but hopefully they will be there. I hope you enjoy!
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Glancing nervously back and forth, Willy cautiously made his way to the door in the back corner of his bar. After tapping softly on it, Willy opened the door which revealed some rickety stairs leading down to a basement.
"The coast is clear," Willy called down the stairs.
No answer.
"Oh right," he mumbled then tried again, "hey, they're gone!"
Then he heard movement and two women appeared, a red haired one and one with black hair.
"What or who was it?" asked the black haired one, Reina.
"It was the slayer and her soldier boy toy," Willy informed them.
"Slayer?" the confused Reina asked and looked to her sister who offered no help.
"Yeah, you know, the Chosen One. She kills demons and all that goes bump in the night. I think you've been practicing voodoo on her friend," Willy explained.
"And you let her in?" Cullena hissed, her brown eyes clouding over. She grabbed the short man by the throut. "Did you tell her anything?"
"No, no, I swear. See this blood?" Willy asked, pointing to a cut on his right temple. "Or the bruise you're squeezing? That's what I got."
Cullena released her grasp and suddenly started stroking the man's hair. "Poor, poor boy."
"Oh, but hey, your eyes went all black. That means your spell worked, right? And you got your magic back in full strength so you'll be leaving soon, right?" Willy suggested hopefully.
Removing her hand from his hand, Cullena instead began clutching at her own throat.
"Sadly, no, boy," she cooed. "I have the girl's magical power but although it's a lot, I still need her- Tara!"
Suddenly seized with excitement, Cullena rushed over to the new arrival and hugged her.
"She treats the minions better than her own sisters," Reina muttered to no one in particular.
"My dear, sweet Tara, do you have the supplies?" Cullena asked hopefully as she led the dazed girl to where Reina and Willy still stood.
Tara nodded and produced a bag which Cullena clasped with more excitement then she had the girl who gave it to her. Then she held it in front of Willy and said, "this. These supplies, which we ran out of working on that red head, will get us out of you bar. We'll cast up our spell then be on our way." She was nodding furiously and shaking the bag. "These supplies will help me steal that stupid red head's soul. Then we'll be at full power for the rest of our plans."
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The books in Giles' living room had all been cleared off to different corners. Willow was sitting up on the couch with a blanket gathered around her. She shivered occasionally and Buffy, who was sitting between her and Riley, would pat her affectionately and bring her things like tissues when needed. Xander was seated on the floor by the couch flipping through yet another book. Giles was also looking at a book in a chair near the head of the room. This is how they were all arranged when Anya and Spike walked in, looking too cozy with each other in Xander's opinion, holding a bag of magical items. Anya smiled and rushed over to her jealous, gave him a quick kiss, and then proceeded to deposit the bag in Giles' hands. Meanwhile, Spike, much to the annoyance of the others, made a spot for him on the couch next to Willow by simply pushing Buffy to the side.
"Here are the items we purchased," Anya explained as she presented the bag to Giles. "And this," she continued and pulled out the spell book from the bag, "is the book that contains the spell we have to perform. And this is the spell."
Giles took the book from Anya's hand, who smiled with pleasure at the good deeds she'd done and found a spot next to Xander. After carefully inspecting the page and adjusting his glasses, Giles looked up at the hopeful faces around him. Well, they were mostly hopeful faces. Buffy and Riley's faces mostly mirrored the annoyance they felt at being squeezed together on a loveseat with one of their sworn enemies.
"Well," he began finally. "This spell is going to take a lot of power, Willow. You're sure you can do it?"
"Let me look at it," Willow commended with confidence.
The book was circulated ceremoniously across the room and ended up in the hands of the sickly witch. An uncomfortable silence followed as Willow inspected the page, her face scrunched up in concentration.
"So," began the impatient vampire at her side, "can you do it?"
"Yes," Willow said firmly, her resolve face on. "Yes, I can."
"We'll have to clear an area to perform the spell in," Giles commended and grabbed one edge of the couch.
The people on the couch, including Willow with Spike's assistance, got up and dispatched about the room. Buffy remained to lift the opposite end of the couch. Without a signal to do so, they quickly lifted the couch and moved it as far back as they could. Similar rituals were done with the other furniture in the room leaving a large, carpeted area for the spell to be done in.
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Quick, put all the furniture back in it's place," Cullena ordered referring to the single table that inhabited the room.
Clarissa followed the orders without assistance then shot Reina an annoyed glance.
"She'll be nicer once she has her soul," Reina whispered as she candles scattered about from Cullena's latest tantrum.
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"Here, we have to form a circle with the candles," Willow explained.
"Wait, question," Xander said while raising his hand as if he was in a class room. "Who's going to work the spell? I mean, we have one witch and we need three..."
"A bird in hand is better than two in the bush," Riley informed them out of nowhere.
Everyone turned and looked at the corn-fed Iowa boy who just shook his head.
"I just meant that, at least we have... How about Anya helps? And most of you have at least chanted some Latin before. Anyone could do it," Riley offered.
"Well, I can help with it but it's rather complex," Giles said thoughtfully.
"We don't really have much choice," Buffy stated.
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"We've done this spell a million times! Or, well, at least five. You know what to do!" Cullena screamed as her sisters scrambled around the small room in preparation.
She was already seated in the middle of a circle of candles, waiting impatiently for her incompetent sisters to get in their spots.
Soon, all four of the Sirenial Sisters were in their required places, ready to begin.
****
In Giles' living room, a circle had formed consisting of Anya, Giles, and about a dozen candles had formed around Willow. Everyone else stood off to the sides awkwardly. They felt useless while watching their friends prepare. Buffy and Spike kept asking if there was anything they could do or perhaps maim. Meanwhile, Riley shifted back and forth and kept muttering things inaudible to anyone. The only one of the four not involved in the spell doing something was Xander. He kept asking if he could get anything and would run off to retrieve it before getting a reply.
Finally, everyone, even Xander, got settled to watch the spell.
"Okay, this is going to take a lot of concentration so nobody distract me or else," Willow warned, glaring directly at Spike.
In response, Spike shrugged nonchalantly then smirked wickedly.
"We're ready," Willow said calmly after rolling her ever-optimistic green eyes at her platinum counter part.
Dutifully, Giles picked up the spell book and began slowly chanting come Latin. The flames from the candles quivered as Anya and Willow joined. Their eyes closed together but somehow, even without the book, they knew what to say. Spike, Buffy, and Riley looked on uneasily as the spell seemed to over take the casters and the flames danced violently about.
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"It's working!" Cullena screamed over her sisters' chanting. Despite the shudder she felt momentarily run through her body, she knew that it was almost over
****
A warm feeling was filling Willow's body. A rush of excitement made her dizzy. The flames and the chanting were engulfing her. Then, suddenly, something hit her. It wasn't a physical force but it was like something cutting her off from the world. She gasped, her head pounding.
"Not again," someone said as Willow collapsed onto the floor, her hair splaying about her like a halo. Except this time, Anya and Giles also collapsed.
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The flames died down. Silence followed as her sisters waited anxiously for the red-haired witch to open her eyes. Cullena sat meditating on the power she felt now. She opened her eyes finally to reveal the blackness that still hung in them. But slowly that blackness faded and a stunning green color took it's place.
"It worked," she whispered softly, an evil grin spreading across her glowing face.