Note: For all Angel fans, he's coming in soon. I couldn't make this a X/B lover thing because I thought that it woulc sound a lot better as a close friendship then a love thing. But their friendship becomes stronger through the story to the kind that you notice in the show. Maybe more so. Im really sorry to all the people who hoped it would be a love relationship, but you will like the ending. I also tried to make the chapter longer for all of you who don't like short chapters. I think the next one is going to be even longer. Thanks for all the reviews and oh, forgot. Buffy seems to be getting worse, but that's only cause she didn't go to the hospital as soon as Xander. Also she's trying to exert more energy, which isn't helping. But don't worry, in the end, you will see that she will turn out to be the strongest. Peace out and hope you have a good one!
PS: just a reminder, not mine, never was, never will be. I wouldn't be writting fanfictions cause my stories would actually be in the show. Which would definitely be cool. But oh well. So please don't sue me. I have no money and am not getting any money from the story. Only the demon is mine. Oh and the story. Which ya know, cool. Aight, now that I've stated this in the worst fashion as possible, enjoy the story. I come out with a new chapter everyday. In about less then a week, it will be done and hey, already started on a new story, so stay tuned!
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See the Light
Giles took a deep breath and walked slowly into the ICU. It seemed so loud compared to the library. Monitors beeping, people crying... even some yelling and cursing. Some how the nurses already knew he had planned to make a visit and something about him being an uncle. He wasn't sure, but he did need to talk to Buffy. She probable had no clue what was going on. He had only a few more days to actually kill this beast.
The two teens lie in one of the corners of the room. Cordiela sat in a chair between the two and Joyce was no where to be seen, which meant he wouldn't have to be careful about what he said. Although Mrs. Summers knew that Buffy was a Slayer, she still couldn't really grasp what her daughter really was and what her duties really meant. She didn't seem to like him all too much, so he tried to keep her knowledge of what was going on down to a minimum.
"Ah Buffy, Xander." Giles nodded to the two teens. Both had a pained, exhausted expression on their faces. Buffy smiled a little and nodded back at Giles.
"Glad you could make it." Buffy replied with a quiet raspy voice.
"Yes." He nodded and sat in an empty chair beside Cordiela. He would have to keep his voice down since there were nurses everywhere. "I do need to talk to you about something that is quite important."
The Slayer tilted her head to one side and sighed. "About the recent hospital deaths, about the big monster tearing people up, or about my horrible dreams that seem to be shared with Xander?"
"Ewww, you and Xander are having the same dreams?" Cordiela squealed. Buffy rolled her eyes and then coughed. "What? It's just kind of... ewww."
"Please, at this moment, keep your comments to yourself, Cordiela. What we are dealing with is something inconceivable." Giles told her running out of patience.
"Giles, have you forgotten that we live on the Hellmouth?" Xander asked. He too had a voice that sounded like gravel rubbing against his vocal cords. The two looked as though they had some kind of flu. But he knew better then that.
"That is true, but I believe that all of the above is very much related." Giles replied taking off his glasses and cleaning them. Buffy took this in quietly and Xander looked as if he didn't want to hear this.
Xander opened his mouth but then shut it as if he thought better then to say that what Giles was suggesting, was idiotic. Buffy broke the thickening silence. "Cordy told you about the dream right?" Giles nodded. "So are you saying that this demon can make people sick and gives people bad dreams and that kills them?"
"Well generally yes."
"Okay, I have two..." She coughed making her face red and then cleared her throat with a small wince. "...major problems with this theory. Problem one, why isn't Willow sick and problem two, how come we find a lot of people torn up on the street? What did this guy just lose, his cool and decide waiting for them to die took to long?"
"Willow didn't get sick because she had no blood contact with the demons claws. The demon has a magical poison that is contained inside it's claws." Giles replied wondering if he should actually tell her the rest. Buffy seemed to notice his hesitation.
"Alright Giles, you're not telling me the whole truth and nothing but the truth." Buffy said rubbing her forehead with her hand.
Xander grinned. "So help you God?"
"Spill Giles, nobody likes a babbling Hugh Grant." She told him.
"Xander, you are on the right track." Giles explained. Buffy raised an eyebrow reminding him that the Slayer had some sort of ADHD type disorder and liked things straight up and to the point. "The poison is a sort of black magic that can be traced back to the ancient Egyptians. One of the Emperors, I'm not quite sure who, had his magician create a spell so that he could punish all that betrayed him..."
"Giles, I'm sick. I have less tolerance for boring stories. Spit it out." Buffy said impatiently, irritated at his narration.
Nodding, he got right to the point. "This magic sends the soul to Hell."
"Oh." Buffy breathed.
"It takes quite a few days for the soul to actually transfer to Hell. I am afraid that the dreams are very real. The fever and flu symptoms are your bodies way of trying to fight the pull that the magic is doing on your souls. But after awhile the body can only do so much before it shuts down." Giles looked down and then back at Buffy. She bit her lower lip and looked over at Xander who seemed to show more fright then the Slayer. She seemed to resolve her own issues quickly and went on to worry about Xander.
"So, can you reverse this?" Buffy asked quietly. Cordiela looked as though she was about to freak out or just lie down and go into a comatose like state. Giles knew the girl loved Xander even though he had cheated on her.
Giles nodded. "Yes."
"So we just kill the bastard, right?" Cordiela asked, her voice uneven.
"It is not quite that easy. We must kill it, get it's blood and make a potion. Willow is working on the parts of the potion at the very moment. We will head out tonight." Giles replied running his hands through his hair.
"You're going to need Angel's help." Buffy replied looking straight at Giles. "The demon moves faster then any human could ever move. It moves faster then me. It does the hit and run thing."
"Yes, I am afraid you are quite right." Giles agreed.
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She could hear her heart rate going so fast that it sounded like she had just finished the Boston Marathon. No, she wasn't ready to die, not now at least. She had already died once and once was enough for one high school experience.
But she was worried more about Xander. She could fight for a long time, she was sure of it. But Xander, he wasn't made for that. He may have seen some horrible things, but he was just a human. Angel, he had come back like a beast. Too afraid to be touched. Xander was too afraid to go to sleep for fear of returning to that hell like place.
Giles sat nervously in front of them trying to calm Cordiela down. Xander sat up in his bed in silence. Her mother hadn't returned from lunch, which was probable a good thing. Right now she, the Slayer, would have to cope and try to get their spirits up. It would be the only way for Xander to survive. His temperature had gone up to one hundred and four and was still slowly rising.
"I fear no colors." Buffy talked quietly to herself and smiled a bit, making all of them look at her.
"What?" Cordiela asked pulling back her hair.
"That was from that book... We talked about it in class a few days ago. What was it?" Xander snapped his fingers trying to recall the title. At least she had gotten their minds on something different.
"Twelfth Night." Buffy nodded. "Some goof ball called, like, Feast or something like that, said it. He was a clown or something."
Giles frowned at her lack of Shakespearian knowledge. "Feste, he was a court jester."
"Whatever. Means I don't fear the opponent. Some war term about how each country carried flags on the battle field." Buffy shrugged. So she wasn't the brightest, but she was learning something from English.
"Quite right. If the opponent won, they place their flag pole into the ground in a show of victory." Giles agreed.
"I just hate jesters, they're lame." Xander replied with a grin. "They do this happy feet thing and then juggle balls and stuff."
"Look who's talking." Cordiela reminded him.
He shrugged itching his arm. "So I do the happy feet thing, but juggling... No. They're like clowns. Scary."
A small blond nurse came over to Giles with a fake smile. She tapped on his shoulder and he jumped. Buffy almost laughed, but she didn't. Right now she felt horrible and the room began to move at it's own accord. That wasn't fair. Did she ask for it to? No.
"I am sorry to interrupt." She didn't look very sorry. "Visiting hours are up sir. You can come back to visit tomorrow at nine AM."
Giles nodded. "Yes I will leave in just a moment."
Her fake grin grew more fake as she walked away to bother the next family. This nurse definitely did not want to be here. Buffy silently agreed with the lady.
"I must leave now... You two hang on. I will be back in the morning hopefully with the anti-virus." Giles said as he stood up and started to head out.
"Giles?" Buffy called out.
He turned. "Hmmm?"
"Just be careful and hurry." Buffy smiled and started coughing. She covered her mouth and winced as the coughing became worse. After a minute it subsided and she lay back exhausted. Giles looked at her concerned and then headed out quickly. "You think praying will help?"
It was meant to be a joke, but nobody laughed as she slipped out of consciousness. The screaming and crying came back to her again, but this time she actually knew where she was...
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One last look and Angel turned to head to the cemetery to meet Giles, Willow, and Oz. Hopefully they'd kill this demon and Xander and Buffy wouldn't have to suffer too much. He remembered what Hell had felt like. It was still like a raw sore, it still hurt to think about it.
He'd kill this demon if it was the last thing he'd do.
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PS: just a reminder, not mine, never was, never will be. I wouldn't be writting fanfictions cause my stories would actually be in the show. Which would definitely be cool. But oh well. So please don't sue me. I have no money and am not getting any money from the story. Only the demon is mine. Oh and the story. Which ya know, cool. Aight, now that I've stated this in the worst fashion as possible, enjoy the story. I come out with a new chapter everyday. In about less then a week, it will be done and hey, already started on a new story, so stay tuned!
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See the Light
Giles took a deep breath and walked slowly into the ICU. It seemed so loud compared to the library. Monitors beeping, people crying... even some yelling and cursing. Some how the nurses already knew he had planned to make a visit and something about him being an uncle. He wasn't sure, but he did need to talk to Buffy. She probable had no clue what was going on. He had only a few more days to actually kill this beast.
The two teens lie in one of the corners of the room. Cordiela sat in a chair between the two and Joyce was no where to be seen, which meant he wouldn't have to be careful about what he said. Although Mrs. Summers knew that Buffy was a Slayer, she still couldn't really grasp what her daughter really was and what her duties really meant. She didn't seem to like him all too much, so he tried to keep her knowledge of what was going on down to a minimum.
"Ah Buffy, Xander." Giles nodded to the two teens. Both had a pained, exhausted expression on their faces. Buffy smiled a little and nodded back at Giles.
"Glad you could make it." Buffy replied with a quiet raspy voice.
"Yes." He nodded and sat in an empty chair beside Cordiela. He would have to keep his voice down since there were nurses everywhere. "I do need to talk to you about something that is quite important."
The Slayer tilted her head to one side and sighed. "About the recent hospital deaths, about the big monster tearing people up, or about my horrible dreams that seem to be shared with Xander?"
"Ewww, you and Xander are having the same dreams?" Cordiela squealed. Buffy rolled her eyes and then coughed. "What? It's just kind of... ewww."
"Please, at this moment, keep your comments to yourself, Cordiela. What we are dealing with is something inconceivable." Giles told her running out of patience.
"Giles, have you forgotten that we live on the Hellmouth?" Xander asked. He too had a voice that sounded like gravel rubbing against his vocal cords. The two looked as though they had some kind of flu. But he knew better then that.
"That is true, but I believe that all of the above is very much related." Giles replied taking off his glasses and cleaning them. Buffy took this in quietly and Xander looked as if he didn't want to hear this.
Xander opened his mouth but then shut it as if he thought better then to say that what Giles was suggesting, was idiotic. Buffy broke the thickening silence. "Cordy told you about the dream right?" Giles nodded. "So are you saying that this demon can make people sick and gives people bad dreams and that kills them?"
"Well generally yes."
"Okay, I have two..." She coughed making her face red and then cleared her throat with a small wince. "...major problems with this theory. Problem one, why isn't Willow sick and problem two, how come we find a lot of people torn up on the street? What did this guy just lose, his cool and decide waiting for them to die took to long?"
"Willow didn't get sick because she had no blood contact with the demons claws. The demon has a magical poison that is contained inside it's claws." Giles replied wondering if he should actually tell her the rest. Buffy seemed to notice his hesitation.
"Alright Giles, you're not telling me the whole truth and nothing but the truth." Buffy said rubbing her forehead with her hand.
Xander grinned. "So help you God?"
"Spill Giles, nobody likes a babbling Hugh Grant." She told him.
"Xander, you are on the right track." Giles explained. Buffy raised an eyebrow reminding him that the Slayer had some sort of ADHD type disorder and liked things straight up and to the point. "The poison is a sort of black magic that can be traced back to the ancient Egyptians. One of the Emperors, I'm not quite sure who, had his magician create a spell so that he could punish all that betrayed him..."
"Giles, I'm sick. I have less tolerance for boring stories. Spit it out." Buffy said impatiently, irritated at his narration.
Nodding, he got right to the point. "This magic sends the soul to Hell."
"Oh." Buffy breathed.
"It takes quite a few days for the soul to actually transfer to Hell. I am afraid that the dreams are very real. The fever and flu symptoms are your bodies way of trying to fight the pull that the magic is doing on your souls. But after awhile the body can only do so much before it shuts down." Giles looked down and then back at Buffy. She bit her lower lip and looked over at Xander who seemed to show more fright then the Slayer. She seemed to resolve her own issues quickly and went on to worry about Xander.
"So, can you reverse this?" Buffy asked quietly. Cordiela looked as though she was about to freak out or just lie down and go into a comatose like state. Giles knew the girl loved Xander even though he had cheated on her.
Giles nodded. "Yes."
"So we just kill the bastard, right?" Cordiela asked, her voice uneven.
"It is not quite that easy. We must kill it, get it's blood and make a potion. Willow is working on the parts of the potion at the very moment. We will head out tonight." Giles replied running his hands through his hair.
"You're going to need Angel's help." Buffy replied looking straight at Giles. "The demon moves faster then any human could ever move. It moves faster then me. It does the hit and run thing."
"Yes, I am afraid you are quite right." Giles agreed.
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She could hear her heart rate going so fast that it sounded like she had just finished the Boston Marathon. No, she wasn't ready to die, not now at least. She had already died once and once was enough for one high school experience.
But she was worried more about Xander. She could fight for a long time, she was sure of it. But Xander, he wasn't made for that. He may have seen some horrible things, but he was just a human. Angel, he had come back like a beast. Too afraid to be touched. Xander was too afraid to go to sleep for fear of returning to that hell like place.
Giles sat nervously in front of them trying to calm Cordiela down. Xander sat up in his bed in silence. Her mother hadn't returned from lunch, which was probable a good thing. Right now she, the Slayer, would have to cope and try to get their spirits up. It would be the only way for Xander to survive. His temperature had gone up to one hundred and four and was still slowly rising.
"I fear no colors." Buffy talked quietly to herself and smiled a bit, making all of them look at her.
"What?" Cordiela asked pulling back her hair.
"That was from that book... We talked about it in class a few days ago. What was it?" Xander snapped his fingers trying to recall the title. At least she had gotten their minds on something different.
"Twelfth Night." Buffy nodded. "Some goof ball called, like, Feast or something like that, said it. He was a clown or something."
Giles frowned at her lack of Shakespearian knowledge. "Feste, he was a court jester."
"Whatever. Means I don't fear the opponent. Some war term about how each country carried flags on the battle field." Buffy shrugged. So she wasn't the brightest, but she was learning something from English.
"Quite right. If the opponent won, they place their flag pole into the ground in a show of victory." Giles agreed.
"I just hate jesters, they're lame." Xander replied with a grin. "They do this happy feet thing and then juggle balls and stuff."
"Look who's talking." Cordiela reminded him.
He shrugged itching his arm. "So I do the happy feet thing, but juggling... No. They're like clowns. Scary."
A small blond nurse came over to Giles with a fake smile. She tapped on his shoulder and he jumped. Buffy almost laughed, but she didn't. Right now she felt horrible and the room began to move at it's own accord. That wasn't fair. Did she ask for it to? No.
"I am sorry to interrupt." She didn't look very sorry. "Visiting hours are up sir. You can come back to visit tomorrow at nine AM."
Giles nodded. "Yes I will leave in just a moment."
Her fake grin grew more fake as she walked away to bother the next family. This nurse definitely did not want to be here. Buffy silently agreed with the lady.
"I must leave now... You two hang on. I will be back in the morning hopefully with the anti-virus." Giles said as he stood up and started to head out.
"Giles?" Buffy called out.
He turned. "Hmmm?"
"Just be careful and hurry." Buffy smiled and started coughing. She covered her mouth and winced as the coughing became worse. After a minute it subsided and she lay back exhausted. Giles looked at her concerned and then headed out quickly. "You think praying will help?"
It was meant to be a joke, but nobody laughed as she slipped out of consciousness. The screaming and crying came back to her again, but this time she actually knew where she was...
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One last look and Angel turned to head to the cemetery to meet Giles, Willow, and Oz. Hopefully they'd kill this demon and Xander and Buffy wouldn't have to suffer too much. He remembered what Hell had felt like. It was still like a raw sore, it still hurt to think about it.
He'd kill this demon if it was the last thing he'd do.
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