TITLE: Behind the crystal walls
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 8/?
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
******
Magarethe Walsh was studying the intel from the capture of Willow
Rosenberg. Obviously the girl had some hidden secrets. When her men had
captured her, she'd been sitting in a circle made out of candles and
incense bowls, meditating... floating one foot over the floor.
Which was quite fascinating, because due to all her preliminary tests,
the girl was 100 percent human.
What a pity that she needed the girl for something else, studying how the
girl was able to levitate would have been rather useful. On the other
hand she doubted that the girl would be cooperating with her enough to
repeat the levitation episode in the controlled surroundings of the lab.
She started to pace in her office. If the Rosenberg girl had been able
to hide her secrets before her, what about the other demon hunters? Was
that the secret to their success? She pulled out the files of the
civilians again. Maybe inside of these files was the key to finish her
special project.
***
The office was dark and empty, so he slowly walked down the steps to
Angel's basement apartment. He had tried to go home, but somehow he'd
been drawn back here. And so here he was, confused and without any idea
why he should be here, only knowing that it was important.
Voices were coming out of Angel's "living" room, he identified Angel and
Cordelia and there was another one, an unknown male voice.
Curious he stepped down the last of the stairs, entering the room.
They were there, Angel and Cordelia he'd known to be there, Xander's
presence was more of a surprise, he'd assumed the changed boy was still
sleeping. Yet here he was, sitting at the table, following the strings
of conversation around him while being absolutely silent. And the other,
the unknown one. His presence seemed to dominate the room. Somehow he
seemed to be more. More real, more alive, more everything. And he had
noticed him.
The unknown male turned around to him and for a split second their eyes
met. And he saw armies, men with their swords raised high in the air,
screaming triumph and vengeance, fighting, blood, struggles as old as
the being before him. Quickly he looked away.
"So you are finally here," the man said with a smirk, "I almost sent out
search parties. Sit down, Wesley, you all have a lot to learn."
***
The demons were the first to notice it. Something was going to happen,
something big, sometime soon. First the temperature in the complex had
risen several degrees and the faint scent of magic had wafted through
the air and now the ground was trembling faintly. It was like something
was testing its bonds before breaking loose and the demons knew that.
And they waited.
***
He was bound, but the bonds were weakening. Soon he would be free, soon
he would walk towards his destiny. He could hear the call, could feel
the pull in his blood. The ground was trembling. He closed his red
glowing eyes. He would be free, eventually.
Soon.
***
She was walking through the streets, not knowing where she went, not
knowing where she was, not even knowing who she was. The only thing
she knew was that something was waiting for her at the end of her
way. Something she yearned for, something she hated with all her might,
something that was the opposite of her.
She walked through the cemetery, always towards the pulling feeling and
the creatures of the night fled from the slayer with the eerily glowing
white eyes.
***
The Lady of Nightmare frowned slightly as she watched the images unfold
before her. This was happening too fast. The mates hadn't recognized
themselves now and her Child wasn't ready. Ares was doing a good job
preparing them, but they didn't have the time anymore.
She turned around to Gaia and nodded.
Gaia vanished, going straight to Sunnydale to prepare the battleground.
Nightmare looked into the mirror again. She had waited for this moment
for so long and now that it had finally arrived she was unsure how to
react. Finally she could claim her Child, could tell him of his true
heritage and family. But how would he react to all of that? Could he
forgive her the knowledge that he had been left with mortal parents that
hated him? Could he accept his true parents, his destiny?
She didn't know and for a being that normally did know everything, that
was quite unsettling.
One last time she watched her Child through the mirror and couldn't help
but feel the quiet hurt he emitted. Her poor child.
She closed her eyes and vanished from the room.
And in the now empty room, one single tear fell onto the carpet where
she'd stood one moment before.
***
Something was happening. He could feel the energies unraveling and for
him this was an unsettling feeling. Then SHE was here, standing in
the middle of the room like she belonged there.
He jumped up from his chair.
"Nightmare? Why are you here now?"
"The forces are moving faster than expected. We have to prepare them now
or everything will be lost."
tbc
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 8/?
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
******
Magarethe Walsh was studying the intel from the capture of Willow
Rosenberg. Obviously the girl had some hidden secrets. When her men had
captured her, she'd been sitting in a circle made out of candles and
incense bowls, meditating... floating one foot over the floor.
Which was quite fascinating, because due to all her preliminary tests,
the girl was 100 percent human.
What a pity that she needed the girl for something else, studying how the
girl was able to levitate would have been rather useful. On the other
hand she doubted that the girl would be cooperating with her enough to
repeat the levitation episode in the controlled surroundings of the lab.
She started to pace in her office. If the Rosenberg girl had been able
to hide her secrets before her, what about the other demon hunters? Was
that the secret to their success? She pulled out the files of the
civilians again. Maybe inside of these files was the key to finish her
special project.
***
The office was dark and empty, so he slowly walked down the steps to
Angel's basement apartment. He had tried to go home, but somehow he'd
been drawn back here. And so here he was, confused and without any idea
why he should be here, only knowing that it was important.
Voices were coming out of Angel's "living" room, he identified Angel and
Cordelia and there was another one, an unknown male voice.
Curious he stepped down the last of the stairs, entering the room.
They were there, Angel and Cordelia he'd known to be there, Xander's
presence was more of a surprise, he'd assumed the changed boy was still
sleeping. Yet here he was, sitting at the table, following the strings
of conversation around him while being absolutely silent. And the other,
the unknown one. His presence seemed to dominate the room. Somehow he
seemed to be more. More real, more alive, more everything. And he had
noticed him.
The unknown male turned around to him and for a split second their eyes
met. And he saw armies, men with their swords raised high in the air,
screaming triumph and vengeance, fighting, blood, struggles as old as
the being before him. Quickly he looked away.
"So you are finally here," the man said with a smirk, "I almost sent out
search parties. Sit down, Wesley, you all have a lot to learn."
***
The demons were the first to notice it. Something was going to happen,
something big, sometime soon. First the temperature in the complex had
risen several degrees and the faint scent of magic had wafted through
the air and now the ground was trembling faintly. It was like something
was testing its bonds before breaking loose and the demons knew that.
And they waited.
***
He was bound, but the bonds were weakening. Soon he would be free, soon
he would walk towards his destiny. He could hear the call, could feel
the pull in his blood. The ground was trembling. He closed his red
glowing eyes. He would be free, eventually.
Soon.
***
She was walking through the streets, not knowing where she went, not
knowing where she was, not even knowing who she was. The only thing
she knew was that something was waiting for her at the end of her
way. Something she yearned for, something she hated with all her might,
something that was the opposite of her.
She walked through the cemetery, always towards the pulling feeling and
the creatures of the night fled from the slayer with the eerily glowing
white eyes.
***
The Lady of Nightmare frowned slightly as she watched the images unfold
before her. This was happening too fast. The mates hadn't recognized
themselves now and her Child wasn't ready. Ares was doing a good job
preparing them, but they didn't have the time anymore.
She turned around to Gaia and nodded.
Gaia vanished, going straight to Sunnydale to prepare the battleground.
Nightmare looked into the mirror again. She had waited for this moment
for so long and now that it had finally arrived she was unsure how to
react. Finally she could claim her Child, could tell him of his true
heritage and family. But how would he react to all of that? Could he
forgive her the knowledge that he had been left with mortal parents that
hated him? Could he accept his true parents, his destiny?
She didn't know and for a being that normally did know everything, that
was quite unsettling.
One last time she watched her Child through the mirror and couldn't help
but feel the quiet hurt he emitted. Her poor child.
She closed her eyes and vanished from the room.
And in the now empty room, one single tear fell onto the carpet where
she'd stood one moment before.
***
Something was happening. He could feel the energies unraveling and for
him this was an unsettling feeling. Then SHE was here, standing in
the middle of the room like she belonged there.
He jumped up from his chair.
"Nightmare? Why are you here now?"
"The forces are moving faster than expected. We have to prepare them now
or everything will be lost."
tbc