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Envai Gold
Opna Black
Henyo Orange
Keitu Blue
Deygo Light Green
Yetchu Yellow
Sirus Turquoise
Ferro Purple
Gio Silver
William Red
The colour represents that particular power's magic colour.
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Buffy closed the door, her eyes sore from the past night's exertions. Xander, almost in a zombie state, quietly went upstairs.
"When will she be back?" Dawn's voice penetrated the thick silence.
"I don't know."
Buffy tilted her head, suddenly aware of an unusual force around her. The shattered table that Willow had thrown Xander onto was repaired, the remaining herbs that were not used in Anya's cure disintegrated, the bleeding cuts and bruises that everyone had collected were healed… everything corrected itself. The vases were filled with flowers once more, the rooms were full of light and although the sadness remained, the air was thinner. The black magic was drawn from the house.
Buffy smiled, sending a thank you in her heart to the vampire she could sense had caused the change. The smile dropped and she collapsed into tears.
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Spike mentally changed the now black ribbons, soaked through, saturated with the witch's exuding black magic. The darker they were, the more likely they would become too weak to restrain her and keep the slumber.
They were close, he knew exactly where to take her. The vampire feared what he had to do, but he also feared to consequences of leaving her as she was.
The witch was dangerous and the only way to save her would be to bring forth the vampire's own power. The prospect brought another shudder to his spine as he recalled the past. A past he would have to remember. For everyone's good.
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4 months later
"I'll see you at 5, Buffy."
"Alright, bye, Dawn."
Dawn sighed and left the glowing house. No one was quite sure what exactly Spike had done to it, but they were only ones who could see the protective red glow that encased the no-longer-just-Summers household. No one, not even mortal friends could enter the area, excepting the people who lived there, Giles and the L.A. crew. Xander, Anya, Buffy and Dawn all lived in the house. Giles had returned to England but he called everyday, even though he knew that if Willow and Spike returned- he would be told…he still called to check. Angel came down to Sunnydale, every so often, to make sure everyone was ok, since the night Dawn had called him saying Buffy was choking on tears. Cordelia had also come back, staying for a few days at certain intervals. The candle with the red flame, burned in the kitchen, the wax remaining at the same level. The people in the house were strangely similar, burning, living, but not changing or moving. Four months and no sign of Spike or Willow. He had said it might take a long time. Years? They didn't know. Buffy wanted to talk to Spike, ask about Willow, ask him how she was meant to cope with everyone in the house…all hoping….
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Spike drained the mug of blood and stared out across the dense woodland. An old friend, had agreed to buy the 20 mile radius Spike had requested, clear and organism-free. A shield that Spike himself could not break encased the large woodland area. The small cabin where Spike had taken Willow was in the centre. A waterfall was nearby at which Spike bathed himself when he could take the chance. The cabin was small, a porch and two rooms. One was Willow's. It was bare, and the walls, ceiling and floor were coated with a glow similar to the one Spike had created in Sunnydale, however this one was gold. The witch was never removed from this room as the gold glow kept her within its vicinity. The other room was Spike's. There was a small table on which he kept his one mug, a clock and a mini-calendar. His clothes were folded on top of one of his two locked trunks. Willow's clothing was kept in his room. He slept rarely; for fear that the witch would have a power surge. At her weakest moments he could chance an hour of sleep or a bathing session. Every week he would throw her into a deep 'golden-ribbon' slumber so he could hunt a pile of animals, bathe and sleep for a few more hours. The vampire was careful not to let the gold become even the faintest bit grey.
And so it all continued. The progress report was bleak. He was using one of the strongest methods of soul cleansing he knew of - but it did little to change the witch. He would have to continue trying all methods possible. The final option was one he preferred not to think about. But if it had to be done, it would.
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Spike locked the trunk having removed what he needed.
"Freio." He slipped through the slit in the golden glow. "At-haare." The slit closed.
Willow hissed when she felt his presence in the room. She was very different from how she was in Sunnydale. The black hair that had brushed her shoulders in deadly straight falls was now a tangled mess, clawing at her face and neck. Black blood and silver liquid seeped from her skin at indistinguishable points and her eyes glinted malevolently with deep silver hatred. Her trousers and underwear had long since been ripped and removed - leaving her in a thin, bloody, torn blouse that hung limply from her body. Semen and blood trailed down her inner thighs from repeated rapes. Scratches and bruises were scattered over her skin in an almost casual way.
William had been working on the dominator method.
"Good Morning Willow."
"GIO OMAL BRING INTO ME THAT WHICH I WISH FOR!"
Her chest seized and silver shot through her body. Rising from her position on the ground she gnarled at the vampire and from her mouth she released holy water as water from a hose.
"Ferro Omal, take your lurka and dismantle its power. This is my command." Spike's voice boomed through the room, though he barely muttered the words, and Willow's skin was engulfed in a purple tinge for a moment before losing its silver tinge. She hissed as the magic source that would later be re-stocked, faded.
"William, I see you rely on others to fight me. Do you fear me?" her voice was tinged with a hypnotic and luring tone which was lost on Spike as he smirked.
No one knew the vampire's past of magic. He had, if he chose to use it, the ability to control powers far above Willow's station. At this point he was commonly commanding Ferro Omal, Willow's main source's creator, to drain its 'child'. However, this weakened Ferro and Spike doubted that his old friend would be able to be of assistance much longer. The intricate web of the magical family was just as complex as that of the vampire family. Darla sired Angelus, who sired Dru, Penn, William who sired… it continued on, but the oldest or strongest vampire was always superior. In the magical world, it was far more complicated.
One 'power', such as Ferro, would be the baab (like a sire) of their lurka (childe), such as Gio. So, a baab would create a lurka and that lurka would become a baab once they created their own lurka. As in vampires, the oldest or strongest would be the superior. The head of the good 'powers' was Slidethenvai who was usually referred to as 'Envai'. Spike was by no means, superior to Envai; however, in 1856 the vampire had gained the respect of the Masteress-of-magic. Spike could not command Envai but the blonde had rank enough within the magical web that if he were to ask for Envai's assistance, it would be provided.
Envai was baab to two powers only. His two lurka were Henyo DosCo and Peitu DosCo. Henyo had several thousand dequi, similar to minions; they were not of as high a rank as lurka and were normally for servant purposes. If several dequi joined with Envai's permission, they would become a very weak 'power'. Henyo had only 400 lurka in total. Each of them had 50 or so lurka each with the odd couple of exceptions. Peitu DosCo, Envai's other lurka, joined with the power Keiso MeOmal to become one large power, Keitu OmalCo, a mixture of the two. Keitu became baab to several million lurka. The strongest of which were Deygo Omal and Yetchu DosCo. Ferro Omal was the lurka of Deygo's grand-lurka. Ferro had chance only to produce one lurka, Gio. Then, the power grew weak very very quickly. It was a mystery to all the powers. It was unheard of that a power would become weak. An ancient curse was brought to light, irremovable by all except Envai. Gio would absorb his baab's power until he could become of Ferro's rank. This was a magical impossibility but the deep seed of evil in Gio would continue to feed off Ferro for eternity. Many of the powers wanted to end Ferro's existence but Envai forbid it, giving no reason. Ferro could occasionally stop this absorption but never for very long. When Ferro did however, it rendered Gio as weak as a dequi. Gio was banished to the black magic powers and gained rank there till he was right-in-command to the black magic equivalent to Keitu OmalCo.
The Masteress-of-magic in the black powers side, equivalent to Envai, was Juichowolopna, called Opna for short.
Gio's own power was minimal in comparison to those below it in the black magic family, however by combining his power with its baab, Ferro's, Gio was able to excel. Gio remained under the full control of neither white nor black magic.
A volatile and dangerous power, few would command Gio's magic as their source.
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