"For every million attacking evil at the body, there is but
only one attacking it at the root."
Maxwell Garner
Grandfather founder of the Majestic
ABOUT 20 MINUTES EARLIER
Willow layed on her stomach on the bed with her face buried in her pillow fighting the endless tears. How could everything in her life just vanish? A single bullet, one tiny piece of metal ended the love of her life. And now she was gone, forever. Forever. Forever never seemed that long when she was in Tara's arms, or when Tara would look into her eyes, then, forever seemed all too close. But now, forever was forever, she would spend it alone, without Tara. It had to be impossible, there was no way she could live the remainder of her life never being able to kiss Tara gain, or wake up next to her in the morning, or being able to run her fingers through her hair.whenever Willow thought about it, the tears would swell up again, prompting her to cry once more. Willow was almost tired of crying, she had done it for almost a week straight. When had been the last time she slept? Oh yeah, the day before last when she had cried herself to sleep, but it couldn't' have been more than an hour. Every once in awhile her friends would talk loud enough so that Willow could hear a group of indistinct muffles, never enough so that she could make out the actual words. It didn't really matter anyway. Nothing mattered anymore. She began to grow uncomfortable in the position she was in, Willow used her hands to push herself on her knees, then rolled over to sit up. The sight of a middle- aged woman sitting on the edge of her bed surprised her.
"Wha- Who- how did you get in here?" Willow was finally able to get out.
"He's coming Willow," the woman simply replied.
"Who's coming? How did you know my name? And how did you get in here?" Willow repeated, wiping her eyes with the palms of her hands.
"It doesn't matter, he's coming, you need to stop him before the ritual."
Willow sighed, "You want me to stop him, yet you won't answer any of my questions."
The woman straightened her back, "Fair enough. My name's Kristine, I'm apart of a guidance league known as the Majestic, we have great powers Willow. Greater than anybody has ever known. We foretold about Tunekai's arrival, a sun god. His followers have organized a ritual, thus recruiting every undead they could, creating a cult. If they succeed, Tunekai will be freed, and will unleash hell on the Earth that punished him so long ago. And to show gratitude to his worshippers, the sun shall never rise again and every vampire will roam free without boundaries."
Willow stared at the woman, "K, that still doesn't answer my question: How'd you get in here?"
She replied, "I told you Willow, the Majestic have great powers, we've been watching you for many a year now."
Willow grew a skeptical look on her face, "If you're so powerful, why don't you stop this Tunekai yourself?"
Kristine hesitated then sighed, "Truth be told, our powers are great, yes. But have no effect on the world of the living."
"So, are you a vampire? Cause if you are, I'm pretty sure no one invited you in, so you're breaking the rules," Willow said tiredly.
"No, I'm not a vampire, nor a demon of any kind. I'm dead, not the Undead, just dead. Ghost if you will."
"Uh huh.have I been drinking? Cause I don't' remember bringing anything up. No, wait, I know, I'm dreaming. I cried myself to sleep again," Willow layed back down and closed her eyes.
"You're not dreaming Willow, and you need to stop him before he arrives," realizing Willow wasn't convinced, Kristine continued, "I told you, the Majestic have great powers in the world of the dead. If you stop him, Willow, I know we could give you back the thing you loved the most."
Willow's eyes opened instantly as she sat up, "How do you know what I loved the most?"
"Because I know her, personally. I told you, I'm dead too," she replied.
Willow thought for a moment, "Why is it you want me to stop this guy so badly? I mean, what he does to the world doesn't effect you, cause, well, you know.you're dead."
Kristine shook her head, "It's not what he WILL do, it's what he's already done to me."
Willow looked into Kristine's blue eyes, "How do I know that you'll really give me Tara back?"
Kristine shrugged, "All I have to give you is my word, a promise. You have to trust me Willow, I will return her to you."
Willow's eyes searched the bed, trying to gather her scrambled thoughts together, "Okay, I will."
Kristine smiled, an almost friendly smile, "Good, the day after the world doesn't end, I'll uphold my promise," She stepped backwards, into a dark corner of the room, where she simply vanished.
Willow stood from her bed, motivated to do whatever was necessary. She opened the door which had remained closed for the past week, then trotted down the stairs in time to hear the tail end of Buffy's sentence, ".some master plan, which, let's face it, usually means it's probably th-"
"The end of the world," Willow finished for her.
Maxwell Garner
Grandfather founder of the Majestic
ABOUT 20 MINUTES EARLIER
Willow layed on her stomach on the bed with her face buried in her pillow fighting the endless tears. How could everything in her life just vanish? A single bullet, one tiny piece of metal ended the love of her life. And now she was gone, forever. Forever. Forever never seemed that long when she was in Tara's arms, or when Tara would look into her eyes, then, forever seemed all too close. But now, forever was forever, she would spend it alone, without Tara. It had to be impossible, there was no way she could live the remainder of her life never being able to kiss Tara gain, or wake up next to her in the morning, or being able to run her fingers through her hair.whenever Willow thought about it, the tears would swell up again, prompting her to cry once more. Willow was almost tired of crying, she had done it for almost a week straight. When had been the last time she slept? Oh yeah, the day before last when she had cried herself to sleep, but it couldn't' have been more than an hour. Every once in awhile her friends would talk loud enough so that Willow could hear a group of indistinct muffles, never enough so that she could make out the actual words. It didn't really matter anyway. Nothing mattered anymore. She began to grow uncomfortable in the position she was in, Willow used her hands to push herself on her knees, then rolled over to sit up. The sight of a middle- aged woman sitting on the edge of her bed surprised her.
"Wha- Who- how did you get in here?" Willow was finally able to get out.
"He's coming Willow," the woman simply replied.
"Who's coming? How did you know my name? And how did you get in here?" Willow repeated, wiping her eyes with the palms of her hands.
"It doesn't matter, he's coming, you need to stop him before the ritual."
Willow sighed, "You want me to stop him, yet you won't answer any of my questions."
The woman straightened her back, "Fair enough. My name's Kristine, I'm apart of a guidance league known as the Majestic, we have great powers Willow. Greater than anybody has ever known. We foretold about Tunekai's arrival, a sun god. His followers have organized a ritual, thus recruiting every undead they could, creating a cult. If they succeed, Tunekai will be freed, and will unleash hell on the Earth that punished him so long ago. And to show gratitude to his worshippers, the sun shall never rise again and every vampire will roam free without boundaries."
Willow stared at the woman, "K, that still doesn't answer my question: How'd you get in here?"
She replied, "I told you Willow, the Majestic have great powers, we've been watching you for many a year now."
Willow grew a skeptical look on her face, "If you're so powerful, why don't you stop this Tunekai yourself?"
Kristine hesitated then sighed, "Truth be told, our powers are great, yes. But have no effect on the world of the living."
"So, are you a vampire? Cause if you are, I'm pretty sure no one invited you in, so you're breaking the rules," Willow said tiredly.
"No, I'm not a vampire, nor a demon of any kind. I'm dead, not the Undead, just dead. Ghost if you will."
"Uh huh.have I been drinking? Cause I don't' remember bringing anything up. No, wait, I know, I'm dreaming. I cried myself to sleep again," Willow layed back down and closed her eyes.
"You're not dreaming Willow, and you need to stop him before he arrives," realizing Willow wasn't convinced, Kristine continued, "I told you, the Majestic have great powers in the world of the dead. If you stop him, Willow, I know we could give you back the thing you loved the most."
Willow's eyes opened instantly as she sat up, "How do you know what I loved the most?"
"Because I know her, personally. I told you, I'm dead too," she replied.
Willow thought for a moment, "Why is it you want me to stop this guy so badly? I mean, what he does to the world doesn't effect you, cause, well, you know.you're dead."
Kristine shook her head, "It's not what he WILL do, it's what he's already done to me."
Willow looked into Kristine's blue eyes, "How do I know that you'll really give me Tara back?"
Kristine shrugged, "All I have to give you is my word, a promise. You have to trust me Willow, I will return her to you."
Willow's eyes searched the bed, trying to gather her scrambled thoughts together, "Okay, I will."
Kristine smiled, an almost friendly smile, "Good, the day after the world doesn't end, I'll uphold my promise," She stepped backwards, into a dark corner of the room, where she simply vanished.
Willow stood from her bed, motivated to do whatever was necessary. She opened the door which had remained closed for the past week, then trotted down the stairs in time to hear the tail end of Buffy's sentence, ".some master plan, which, let's face it, usually means it's probably th-"
"The end of the world," Willow finished for her.