A/N: Just saw the finale for Season five (I don't have Sky, damn terristrial!) yesterday. OMG, that was a good episode. Really loved it. Anyways, here I am, skiving my German homework to bring you another chapter of this fic. ;-D Bow down an' worship me, people!
Disclaimer: Not mine, apart from what is...guess.
Dedication: My 2 mates, for their birthdays this month. Have a great time, you two!
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"Keisha's acting a little weird lately." Luke said as he and Gracia walked through the crowded halls of Sunnydale high on their way to class.
"What do you mean?" Gracia asked, pushing back her plait with a grin. "We're girls. To the eyes of males like you, we're the most complex creatures on earth."
Luke rolled his eyes. "Sure. I can figure out Bridget in three words: Gossip, Fashion, and Boys. Anyways, you're making me side-track here!"
"Sorry. Go ahead."
"Well, last night, I came to call her down for Dad's phone call. So I go upstairs and was about to knock on her door when I hear her talking to somebody."
"Never heard of talking, huh? The thing you do when your lips move and noise comes out?" Gracia couldn't resist that little quip. Luke raised an eyebrow and she winced. "Sorry."
"Now Little Miss Sarcastic's shut it, maybe I can continue." He wasn't really annoyed, they both knew that, but did a good charade of it. Gracia nodded meekly and he continued. "She couldn't be talking on the main line because Dad was speaking on it to Charlie. Her mobile was charging up downstairs, so that was ruled out. So I went in there, and she was alone."
Gracia's face twisted for a second in slight interest. "So? There is such a thing as talking to yourself, you know."
"Can you see Keisha doing that, though?"
Gracia paused. "I see your point. But it could have happened, that's all I'm saying-"
"What could have happened?" a familiar voice asked from behind them. They both jumped to see Keisha, scraping her long hair back into an untidy high ponytail. From the innocence of her tone and look, she seemed to have not heard what exactly they were talking about.
"Oh, I'm just a little worried about Angel," Gracia covered quickly. "I had a bit of an argument with him last night, and I'm a little freaked in case something's happened to him."
Luke nodded. "Yeah. I was just saying that he's probably gonna show at the Bronze tonight, so she shouldn't worry."
"Luke's right, Gracia." Keisha agreed. "Angel's gonna be OK."
Gracia smiled slightly and nodded. "Sure. You know, just with everything that's happening at the moment, I was getting a bit worried. I feel kinda guilty about having a go at him."
"Don't." Keisha instructed. "That is the first sign of failure. You must argue with your siblings at every possible chance. It's a universal law."
Laughing, the trio walked into the History classroom just as the bell went.
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Willow started as a heavy book toppled off the book case and crashed to the floor, snapping her out of the half-concious train of study she was immersed in. With a sigh, she reached out for the book and picked it up, taking a quick look at the almost overflowing bookcase. No wonder it had fallen off of the crazily stacked piles.
Mental memo: Get bigger bookcase.
She picked it up with one hand, ignoring the fact that she was probably crumpling the pages of the tome already on her lap, and sat back up properly. At the quite unexpected weight, she had put out her other hand to support it, and now turned it over with some interest as to see what the title was.
Two words stuck out clearly from the ancient cover.
'DARKEST MAGICKS'.
Willow frowned, wondering where she had got it from. Must've been from the Magic Box back when she used to live in Sunnydale. Strange. She didn't remember it. But that was hardly surprising- as she had been discovering these past few days, she had aquired almost too many books to count in the past twenty eight years of her life. And these were just the ones on magic...
Willow was just about to replace the book to its space on one of the lower shelves when a voice seemed to whisper something to her mind.
Open it Willow. Have a look.
Willow's eyes grew larger with the beginnings of scaredness. She took a deep breath and composed herself. Her tired imagination was playing tricks on her. There was nobody in the house except for her and Tara, but Tara was in another room, logged into the internet in a bid to discover something hopeful online. To no avail yet, but she wasn't even halfway through the long list of millions of possibilities.
The redhead leaned over to the shelves and had just rested the book ready to be slotted back into place when the voice returned, a heavy note of urgency in the tone.
NO, Willow! Read it! Open the book!
Despite herself, Willow's eyes darted around the room quickly before she drew the book back to herself, muttering under her breath, "Whoever you are, you sure are persistent."
She pushed the volume she had been halfway through to one side and replaced it with the 'DARKEST MAGICKS' book. Apprehensively, she took a deep breath and opened it. She flipped a few of the parchment-like pages over and began to read. No, this spell was about a revenge for unfaithful lovers. Thinking of Anya, Willow wondered wryly if it was an alternative in case there happened to be no vengeance demons around. Although this picture of the results was really gross...Willow hurriedly turned a chunk more of the pages.
Unlike with the other books, Willow was skimming this one, if only to keep that mysterious voice in her mind happy that she was looking at the requested book. She skipped large portions of text, not really knowing why she wasn't looking more closely. Maybe she needed a rest. Sure, she'd have one just after she finished checking this volume for that little voice.
Something she was about to skip caught her eye suddenly and she looked at the italic writing, carefully reading it. A picture showed a crystal flask containing a bubbling black potion frothing almost over the sides as something that seemed to be a lock of hair was added.
Willow's eyes widened once more as she delved into the spell's details. Eyes still transfixed on the passage, her right hand shot out and scrabbled blindly for the list of occurences in Sunnydale. She eventually pushed a manuscript aside to find it crumpled under there and brought it close to her. For the next few seconds, her eyes flicked between the magick book and the record of events and dates. She gasped slightly and her head shot up to look at the open door.
"Tara!" she yelled. "Tara, come quickly!"
There was half aminutes pause, broken by the sound of hurried footsteps nearing, and eventually Tara appeared through the door.
"What is it, Will?" she asked, kneeling beside her girlfriend. "Have you found something?"
Willow swallowed hard and attempted to find her voice. After failing to do so after a patient moment on Tara's account, she nodded and merely handed the book and list over to Tara so that she could read and compare them. Tara's eyes scanned both things repeatedly. Willow eventually found her voice and whispered, "I think so."
Tara's eyes grew larger as Willow's had done. She eventually looked up at her, muttering, "Oh my god..."
Willow nodded grimly. "We have to get to Sunnydale fast."
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Sooooo...what have Willow and Tara found? Sure you've probably guessed it ain't good. Sozz about the wait- had sooo much 2 do this week it was unbelieveable. But now this is up, and you can review! Lol, just luv those reviews! Keep 'em comin' in!
Disclaimer: Not mine, apart from what is...guess.
Dedication: My 2 mates, for their birthdays this month. Have a great time, you two!
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"Keisha's acting a little weird lately." Luke said as he and Gracia walked through the crowded halls of Sunnydale high on their way to class.
"What do you mean?" Gracia asked, pushing back her plait with a grin. "We're girls. To the eyes of males like you, we're the most complex creatures on earth."
Luke rolled his eyes. "Sure. I can figure out Bridget in three words: Gossip, Fashion, and Boys. Anyways, you're making me side-track here!"
"Sorry. Go ahead."
"Well, last night, I came to call her down for Dad's phone call. So I go upstairs and was about to knock on her door when I hear her talking to somebody."
"Never heard of talking, huh? The thing you do when your lips move and noise comes out?" Gracia couldn't resist that little quip. Luke raised an eyebrow and she winced. "Sorry."
"Now Little Miss Sarcastic's shut it, maybe I can continue." He wasn't really annoyed, they both knew that, but did a good charade of it. Gracia nodded meekly and he continued. "She couldn't be talking on the main line because Dad was speaking on it to Charlie. Her mobile was charging up downstairs, so that was ruled out. So I went in there, and she was alone."
Gracia's face twisted for a second in slight interest. "So? There is such a thing as talking to yourself, you know."
"Can you see Keisha doing that, though?"
Gracia paused. "I see your point. But it could have happened, that's all I'm saying-"
"What could have happened?" a familiar voice asked from behind them. They both jumped to see Keisha, scraping her long hair back into an untidy high ponytail. From the innocence of her tone and look, she seemed to have not heard what exactly they were talking about.
"Oh, I'm just a little worried about Angel," Gracia covered quickly. "I had a bit of an argument with him last night, and I'm a little freaked in case something's happened to him."
Luke nodded. "Yeah. I was just saying that he's probably gonna show at the Bronze tonight, so she shouldn't worry."
"Luke's right, Gracia." Keisha agreed. "Angel's gonna be OK."
Gracia smiled slightly and nodded. "Sure. You know, just with everything that's happening at the moment, I was getting a bit worried. I feel kinda guilty about having a go at him."
"Don't." Keisha instructed. "That is the first sign of failure. You must argue with your siblings at every possible chance. It's a universal law."
Laughing, the trio walked into the History classroom just as the bell went.
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Willow started as a heavy book toppled off the book case and crashed to the floor, snapping her out of the half-concious train of study she was immersed in. With a sigh, she reached out for the book and picked it up, taking a quick look at the almost overflowing bookcase. No wonder it had fallen off of the crazily stacked piles.
Mental memo: Get bigger bookcase.
She picked it up with one hand, ignoring the fact that she was probably crumpling the pages of the tome already on her lap, and sat back up properly. At the quite unexpected weight, she had put out her other hand to support it, and now turned it over with some interest as to see what the title was.
Two words stuck out clearly from the ancient cover.
'DARKEST MAGICKS'.
Willow frowned, wondering where she had got it from. Must've been from the Magic Box back when she used to live in Sunnydale. Strange. She didn't remember it. But that was hardly surprising- as she had been discovering these past few days, she had aquired almost too many books to count in the past twenty eight years of her life. And these were just the ones on magic...
Willow was just about to replace the book to its space on one of the lower shelves when a voice seemed to whisper something to her mind.
Open it Willow. Have a look.
Willow's eyes grew larger with the beginnings of scaredness. She took a deep breath and composed herself. Her tired imagination was playing tricks on her. There was nobody in the house except for her and Tara, but Tara was in another room, logged into the internet in a bid to discover something hopeful online. To no avail yet, but she wasn't even halfway through the long list of millions of possibilities.
The redhead leaned over to the shelves and had just rested the book ready to be slotted back into place when the voice returned, a heavy note of urgency in the tone.
NO, Willow! Read it! Open the book!
Despite herself, Willow's eyes darted around the room quickly before she drew the book back to herself, muttering under her breath, "Whoever you are, you sure are persistent."
She pushed the volume she had been halfway through to one side and replaced it with the 'DARKEST MAGICKS' book. Apprehensively, she took a deep breath and opened it. She flipped a few of the parchment-like pages over and began to read. No, this spell was about a revenge for unfaithful lovers. Thinking of Anya, Willow wondered wryly if it was an alternative in case there happened to be no vengeance demons around. Although this picture of the results was really gross...Willow hurriedly turned a chunk more of the pages.
Unlike with the other books, Willow was skimming this one, if only to keep that mysterious voice in her mind happy that she was looking at the requested book. She skipped large portions of text, not really knowing why she wasn't looking more closely. Maybe she needed a rest. Sure, she'd have one just after she finished checking this volume for that little voice.
Something she was about to skip caught her eye suddenly and she looked at the italic writing, carefully reading it. A picture showed a crystal flask containing a bubbling black potion frothing almost over the sides as something that seemed to be a lock of hair was added.
Willow's eyes widened once more as she delved into the spell's details. Eyes still transfixed on the passage, her right hand shot out and scrabbled blindly for the list of occurences in Sunnydale. She eventually pushed a manuscript aside to find it crumpled under there and brought it close to her. For the next few seconds, her eyes flicked between the magick book and the record of events and dates. She gasped slightly and her head shot up to look at the open door.
"Tara!" she yelled. "Tara, come quickly!"
There was half aminutes pause, broken by the sound of hurried footsteps nearing, and eventually Tara appeared through the door.
"What is it, Will?" she asked, kneeling beside her girlfriend. "Have you found something?"
Willow swallowed hard and attempted to find her voice. After failing to do so after a patient moment on Tara's account, she nodded and merely handed the book and list over to Tara so that she could read and compare them. Tara's eyes scanned both things repeatedly. Willow eventually found her voice and whispered, "I think so."
Tara's eyes grew larger as Willow's had done. She eventually looked up at her, muttering, "Oh my god..."
Willow nodded grimly. "We have to get to Sunnydale fast."
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Sooooo...what have Willow and Tara found? Sure you've probably guessed it ain't good. Sozz about the wait- had sooo much 2 do this week it was unbelieveable. But now this is up, and you can review! Lol, just luv those reviews! Keep 'em comin' in!
