TITLE: Behind the crystal walls
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 7/?
EMAIL: burning_night@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: "They followed me home, can I keep them?"
"No, Joss owns them, now give them back." "Sigh."
They folk on "Angel" and "Buffy" might not be mine,
but I still like to play with them.
The concept and figures of "Slayers" the Anime and the
Mangas belong to people with long and unspeakable
Japanese names that I have forgotten how to spell
The gods belong themselves, but the outlook of Ares is
obviously influenced by watching Xena.
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free ... just tell me, I'd like to know where
it goes to.
RATING: PG-13 (I think)
PAIRING: Xander/Angel/Wesley
AUTHORS NOTES: English is still not my native language and this story is
not beta'd.
FEEDBACK: Is there a writer who doesn't want feedback ???
Constructive critic always welcomed
Flamers will be cursed with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrences
******
~Flash~
His mother was cowering in a corner and his father was stumbling towards
him, one hand already risen to beat him in a drunken rage.
~Flash~
He was driving straight into a rail on his skateboard after seeing the
new girl.
~Flash~
Jesse's face as he crumbled into dust, the stake still in his hand.
~Flash~
Buffy lying facedown in a pool of water, lifeless. He frantically tried
to revive her.
~Flash~
Ampata, beautiful Ampata. He had really loved her, had been ready to
die for her, when she'd crumbled into dust.
~Flash~
Angelus holding Willow in a viselike grip, threatening the Slayer and
her friends.
~Flash~
Guarding the hospital room. Angelus so close, the white roses crushed
against his chest.
~Flash~
Shy, bashful Willow, coming after him, wielding an ax.
~Flash~
Being checked out by the girls while being undercover in the swimteam.
~Flash~
Willow, comatose in the big hospital bed.
~Flash~
Helping a bleeding and almost broken Giles out of the mansion.
~Flash~
Watching the demise of the fake female Watcher.
~Flash~
Cheating on Cordelia with Willow.
~Flash~
Defeating the zombies and the final stand off with Jack.
~Flash~
Trying to help Faith, but being almost choked to death.
~Flash~
Planning the battle of Graduation day, knowing that some of his friends
and classmates might not survive, knowing that he might not survive.
~Flash~
Anya, as she seduced him in her unique way.
~Flash~
An obviously drunken Willow wailing over the loss of Oz.
~Flash~
Willow, smiling at him as she explained her newest spell to him.
~Flash~
Pain, unbelievable pain, as he was forced into a new form.
~Flash~
The reaction of the other Scoobies.
Anya, screaming and running away from him.
Giles, worried and always cleaning his glasses while searching for a way
to undo the damage.
Buffy, edgy and eyeing him suspiciously as if she expected him to switch
sides.
Willow, tearful and unable to really do something, always apologizing,
always close to tears.
Spike, he'd tied to hit him, only to break his hand at his stone skin.
Tara, she'd been the first to really touch him. She hadn't known him in
human form for long and she was the first to accept his new appearance.
~Flash~
Being hunted by soldiers.
~Flash~
Angel, coming to his help.
~Flash~
Waking to a screaming Cordelia, almost killing her.
~Flash~
With an almost audible snap Xander returned to reality. He uncurled from
his fetal position and sat up, rubbing his forehead.
That, he decided, had been really weird. He had thought that those
moments, when you saw your whole life on fast forward were reserved for
those times when you were in a life and death situation, but his life
hadn't been in any danger, or had it?
Xander looked around. There was a stranger sitting in a chair, who was
looking like the proverbial cat who had gotten the canary, but he
couldn't feel any threats emitting from him.
For some reason Cordelia was hugging him, hugging him so hard that he
could feel it despite his stone skin. And Angel looked like he was
going to attack someone the next moment.
The stranger looked at him and nodded. "You are awake. Good."
Xander couldn't help but feel confused. "Who are you. And what do you
want here?"
A longsuffering sigh. "As I already told your friends, I prefer to be
called Ares. Before you ask, yes I mean it as in God of War. And I'm
here to help you, because you have to survive or everything is doomed."
Ohh....
***
She had a headache. A really big headache and there was a cottony
feeling in her mouth. She felt strange. Really strange, in a bad way.
And her head hurt, badly.
Willow opened her eyes and in the next moment wished she hadn't done so.
There was hash white light stabbing down at her, that felt like it would
burn out her eyes. And her surroundings.... white tile, three solid,
white walls and the one in front of her made out of glass... she knew
where she was. Spike had described the place where he had been hold
prisoner very clearly and now she was here. Caught by the Initiative
for whatever reason at all.
Slowly she sat up, trying to suppress the panic that was bubbling up
inside of her, yet without success. Why was she here? And how had those
people gotten her? The last thing she remembered was... the purification
ritual. Anger overruled the panic. Those bastards had taken her while
she had been meditating, disrupted her inner cleansing.
That meant all her hard work was for naught. Her powercenter was still
tainted and she was still dangerous to her friends. And why? Because of
those people that shouldn't stick their noses into something they didn't
understand. They were like dumb little children, poking at something
until it bit them. And their experiments, she shuddered. Spike might be
a vampire and they normally staked vampires, but they didn't crippled
them and then experimented with them. That was wrong, that was inhumane.
Willow the witch might be wiccan, but Willow Rosenberg was still a
Jewish girl, who had been told of the horrors of Bergen Belsen,
Theresienstadt and all the other deathcamps of the Nazis. Her
grandparents had survived the horrors and made sure their children and
grandchildren did not forget.
Right now Willow remembered the tales of her Nana only all to well.
Those people were like the Nazis. Locking up others, judging by
appearance only (she could see several harmless demons, plant and
carrion eaters in other cells) and conducting inhumane experiments at
them. Willow Rosenberg was very angry. And the temperature in the
Initiative complex started to rise.
***
He had found it. Finally. Now he wished he hadn't.
"Oh my..."
Ever since Xander's change at Willow's hands and his discovery of the
taint of Willow's powers, he had been secretly researching for a reason
to it all.
Now he had found it. A prophecy. Or better said: The Prophecy.
'And in the times, when the lines between good and evil becomes
incredibly blurred, when evil is done in the name of good and
evil creatures fight for the light, the great forces of
Light and Darkness shall gear up for the finally battle.
The Innocent that harbors Chaos Child shall be woken by the
Chosen of the Golden One to quell the battlelust of the
warriors of Light and Dark. Guard the Chaos Child or all
will be lost. For the battle will wipe out everything.
The Chaos Child shall flee for those in liaison with the
forces of Darkness, searching out the two mates that will
awaken the final power of Chaotic Balance. Death Incarnate
and Life Incarnate shall stand with him and the Power of
unguarded Passion shall aid them with word and deeds.
Together they will come to the side of battle, each with
their chosen force and only the decision of Chaos will
save or damn all creation.'
The taint, the strange power interwinded with Willows own, it was golden.
He cursed himself for not realizing it sooner. Hell, in his misspent
youth he had done some chaos magic himself, how could he not recognize
the signature of Chaos. Willow was the Chosen of Chaos, of the Golden
One. She was the Chaos Knight whose coming the Watchers had feared for
centuries, for it was a sigh for the Final Battle between Light and
Darkness. And if Willow was the Chaos Knight, that meant... that meant
that Xander was the Chaos Child, World Saver or World Damner.
Xanders change... the waking of the Chaos Child, meant that the time
was near. The Battle.
Giles' hands were shaking as he dialed a number all watchers dreaded to
dial. A small part of him, Ripper, found it hysterically funny, that he,
an ex-watcher who didn't want to have anything to do with the council,
was the one to inform them of the coming of the Final Decision.
tbc
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 7/?
EMAIL: burning_night@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: "They followed me home, can I keep them?"
"No, Joss owns them, now give them back." "Sigh."
They folk on "Angel" and "Buffy" might not be mine,
but I still like to play with them.
The concept and figures of "Slayers" the Anime and the
Mangas belong to people with long and unspeakable
Japanese names that I have forgotten how to spell
The gods belong themselves, but the outlook of Ares is
obviously influenced by watching Xena.
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free ... just tell me, I'd like to know where
it goes to.
RATING: PG-13 (I think)
PAIRING: Xander/Angel/Wesley
AUTHORS NOTES: English is still not my native language and this story is
not beta'd.
FEEDBACK: Is there a writer who doesn't want feedback ???
Constructive critic always welcomed
Flamers will be cursed with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrences
******
~Flash~
His mother was cowering in a corner and his father was stumbling towards
him, one hand already risen to beat him in a drunken rage.
~Flash~
He was driving straight into a rail on his skateboard after seeing the
new girl.
~Flash~
Jesse's face as he crumbled into dust, the stake still in his hand.
~Flash~
Buffy lying facedown in a pool of water, lifeless. He frantically tried
to revive her.
~Flash~
Ampata, beautiful Ampata. He had really loved her, had been ready to
die for her, when she'd crumbled into dust.
~Flash~
Angelus holding Willow in a viselike grip, threatening the Slayer and
her friends.
~Flash~
Guarding the hospital room. Angelus so close, the white roses crushed
against his chest.
~Flash~
Shy, bashful Willow, coming after him, wielding an ax.
~Flash~
Being checked out by the girls while being undercover in the swimteam.
~Flash~
Willow, comatose in the big hospital bed.
~Flash~
Helping a bleeding and almost broken Giles out of the mansion.
~Flash~
Watching the demise of the fake female Watcher.
~Flash~
Cheating on Cordelia with Willow.
~Flash~
Defeating the zombies and the final stand off with Jack.
~Flash~
Trying to help Faith, but being almost choked to death.
~Flash~
Planning the battle of Graduation day, knowing that some of his friends
and classmates might not survive, knowing that he might not survive.
~Flash~
Anya, as she seduced him in her unique way.
~Flash~
An obviously drunken Willow wailing over the loss of Oz.
~Flash~
Willow, smiling at him as she explained her newest spell to him.
~Flash~
Pain, unbelievable pain, as he was forced into a new form.
~Flash~
The reaction of the other Scoobies.
Anya, screaming and running away from him.
Giles, worried and always cleaning his glasses while searching for a way
to undo the damage.
Buffy, edgy and eyeing him suspiciously as if she expected him to switch
sides.
Willow, tearful and unable to really do something, always apologizing,
always close to tears.
Spike, he'd tied to hit him, only to break his hand at his stone skin.
Tara, she'd been the first to really touch him. She hadn't known him in
human form for long and she was the first to accept his new appearance.
~Flash~
Being hunted by soldiers.
~Flash~
Angel, coming to his help.
~Flash~
Waking to a screaming Cordelia, almost killing her.
~Flash~
With an almost audible snap Xander returned to reality. He uncurled from
his fetal position and sat up, rubbing his forehead.
That, he decided, had been really weird. He had thought that those
moments, when you saw your whole life on fast forward were reserved for
those times when you were in a life and death situation, but his life
hadn't been in any danger, or had it?
Xander looked around. There was a stranger sitting in a chair, who was
looking like the proverbial cat who had gotten the canary, but he
couldn't feel any threats emitting from him.
For some reason Cordelia was hugging him, hugging him so hard that he
could feel it despite his stone skin. And Angel looked like he was
going to attack someone the next moment.
The stranger looked at him and nodded. "You are awake. Good."
Xander couldn't help but feel confused. "Who are you. And what do you
want here?"
A longsuffering sigh. "As I already told your friends, I prefer to be
called Ares. Before you ask, yes I mean it as in God of War. And I'm
here to help you, because you have to survive or everything is doomed."
Ohh....
***
She had a headache. A really big headache and there was a cottony
feeling in her mouth. She felt strange. Really strange, in a bad way.
And her head hurt, badly.
Willow opened her eyes and in the next moment wished she hadn't done so.
There was hash white light stabbing down at her, that felt like it would
burn out her eyes. And her surroundings.... white tile, three solid,
white walls and the one in front of her made out of glass... she knew
where she was. Spike had described the place where he had been hold
prisoner very clearly and now she was here. Caught by the Initiative
for whatever reason at all.
Slowly she sat up, trying to suppress the panic that was bubbling up
inside of her, yet without success. Why was she here? And how had those
people gotten her? The last thing she remembered was... the purification
ritual. Anger overruled the panic. Those bastards had taken her while
she had been meditating, disrupted her inner cleansing.
That meant all her hard work was for naught. Her powercenter was still
tainted and she was still dangerous to her friends. And why? Because of
those people that shouldn't stick their noses into something they didn't
understand. They were like dumb little children, poking at something
until it bit them. And their experiments, she shuddered. Spike might be
a vampire and they normally staked vampires, but they didn't crippled
them and then experimented with them. That was wrong, that was inhumane.
Willow the witch might be wiccan, but Willow Rosenberg was still a
Jewish girl, who had been told of the horrors of Bergen Belsen,
Theresienstadt and all the other deathcamps of the Nazis. Her
grandparents had survived the horrors and made sure their children and
grandchildren did not forget.
Right now Willow remembered the tales of her Nana only all to well.
Those people were like the Nazis. Locking up others, judging by
appearance only (she could see several harmless demons, plant and
carrion eaters in other cells) and conducting inhumane experiments at
them. Willow Rosenberg was very angry. And the temperature in the
Initiative complex started to rise.
***
He had found it. Finally. Now he wished he hadn't.
"Oh my..."
Ever since Xander's change at Willow's hands and his discovery of the
taint of Willow's powers, he had been secretly researching for a reason
to it all.
Now he had found it. A prophecy. Or better said: The Prophecy.
'And in the times, when the lines between good and evil becomes
incredibly blurred, when evil is done in the name of good and
evil creatures fight for the light, the great forces of
Light and Darkness shall gear up for the finally battle.
The Innocent that harbors Chaos Child shall be woken by the
Chosen of the Golden One to quell the battlelust of the
warriors of Light and Dark. Guard the Chaos Child or all
will be lost. For the battle will wipe out everything.
The Chaos Child shall flee for those in liaison with the
forces of Darkness, searching out the two mates that will
awaken the final power of Chaotic Balance. Death Incarnate
and Life Incarnate shall stand with him and the Power of
unguarded Passion shall aid them with word and deeds.
Together they will come to the side of battle, each with
their chosen force and only the decision of Chaos will
save or damn all creation.'
The taint, the strange power interwinded with Willows own, it was golden.
He cursed himself for not realizing it sooner. Hell, in his misspent
youth he had done some chaos magic himself, how could he not recognize
the signature of Chaos. Willow was the Chosen of Chaos, of the Golden
One. She was the Chaos Knight whose coming the Watchers had feared for
centuries, for it was a sigh for the Final Battle between Light and
Darkness. And if Willow was the Chaos Knight, that meant... that meant
that Xander was the Chaos Child, World Saver or World Damner.
Xanders change... the waking of the Chaos Child, meant that the time
was near. The Battle.
Giles' hands were shaking as he dialed a number all watchers dreaded to
dial. A small part of him, Ripper, found it hysterically funny, that he,
an ex-watcher who didn't want to have anything to do with the council,
was the one to inform them of the coming of the Final Decision.
tbc