Buffy POV
The week had flown by so fast I hadn't even noticed. Willow had stopped crying but hadn't said a word to any of us. Alone with Ariana though, she is said to have spoken loads. We packed up all of our things and all piled into this very nice van and were on our way.
"Um, Ariana," Dawn said hesitantly, "You do happen to know exactly what part of LA your brother lives in, right? Cuz I've heard it's an awfully big city."
Ariana fidgeted. "Ok, so I don't know EXACTLY where he lives, but I do have a tracer spell that will lead me to wherever he is." Somewhat disturbed by this unsettling news, those of us not driving all drifted off into somewhat peaceful slumber.
We all awoke with a start when the van hit sand. By now, it was the dark of night, and we seemed to be in the middle of LA. At the beach. Somewhat confused, we all followed Ariana out of the van.
She whispered in horror, "Someone threw him in the ocean." And without another word, she dived in, fully clothed and everything. The three of us all stood and stared at each other, wondering what in the world to do.
"I'm going in after her. Just in case." I ran forward before any protests could even form and dived in after Ariana. Opening my eyes under the dirty water, I saw Ariana not too far ahead. I sped up a little to catch up with her, and followed when she drove straight down, following the ball of light that must have been her tracer. After what seemed to be an eternity, I finally saw the bottom, and the box that had settled there. My heart sped in confusion as I felt Angel's presence. It couldn't be. Not my beloved. Stuck in a box under the sea for God alone knows how long. No.
Coming back to myself, I hurried forward to help Ariana grab onto the box and heave it up. Thanks to the water, it wasn't too hard to swim with the box, but the lack of movement within worried me beyond belief. It was too murky for me to see much of anything, so I couldn't even confirm my suspicion that it was he.
Eventually, Ariana and I made it up to the top and our heads broke the surface with loud gasps of air. Dawn and Willow both came rushing out when they saw us and helped us lug the box to shore.
My heart stopped when my eyes cleared enough to see inside. Locked up in a box that had been at the bottom of the sea, was my love. My Angel.
The week had flown by so fast I hadn't even noticed. Willow had stopped crying but hadn't said a word to any of us. Alone with Ariana though, she is said to have spoken loads. We packed up all of our things and all piled into this very nice van and were on our way.
"Um, Ariana," Dawn said hesitantly, "You do happen to know exactly what part of LA your brother lives in, right? Cuz I've heard it's an awfully big city."
Ariana fidgeted. "Ok, so I don't know EXACTLY where he lives, but I do have a tracer spell that will lead me to wherever he is." Somewhat disturbed by this unsettling news, those of us not driving all drifted off into somewhat peaceful slumber.
We all awoke with a start when the van hit sand. By now, it was the dark of night, and we seemed to be in the middle of LA. At the beach. Somewhat confused, we all followed Ariana out of the van.
She whispered in horror, "Someone threw him in the ocean." And without another word, she dived in, fully clothed and everything. The three of us all stood and stared at each other, wondering what in the world to do.
"I'm going in after her. Just in case." I ran forward before any protests could even form and dived in after Ariana. Opening my eyes under the dirty water, I saw Ariana not too far ahead. I sped up a little to catch up with her, and followed when she drove straight down, following the ball of light that must have been her tracer. After what seemed to be an eternity, I finally saw the bottom, and the box that had settled there. My heart sped in confusion as I felt Angel's presence. It couldn't be. Not my beloved. Stuck in a box under the sea for God alone knows how long. No.
Coming back to myself, I hurried forward to help Ariana grab onto the box and heave it up. Thanks to the water, it wasn't too hard to swim with the box, but the lack of movement within worried me beyond belief. It was too murky for me to see much of anything, so I couldn't even confirm my suspicion that it was he.
Eventually, Ariana and I made it up to the top and our heads broke the surface with loud gasps of air. Dawn and Willow both came rushing out when they saw us and helped us lug the box to shore.
My heart stopped when my eyes cleared enough to see inside. Locked up in a box that had been at the bottom of the sea, was my love. My Angel.