Disclaimer: Joss owns all, for now.
He's a rat bastard who got me hooked on show tunes, especially his. *glares*
For now, he owns all characters, and some dialog that takes place in the
beginning. But I will prevail. Just watch….
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I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father who loved
His daughter more than I love you
~ "Father and Daughter", Paul Simon
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Wesley sat in Eve's apartment, looking at his little girl. Her lips were painted a frosty blue, like she had smeared too much lip-gloss over them. But he knew better, if he could feel, and if he touched her skin, she'd be cold.
"My little girl," he breathed out, an unnecessary action, but breathing was a hard habit to break.
Dawn looked at peace, like an angel. He wished that she could always looked like that. His little girl had grown up too fast.
"It's weird, isn't it?" Michael's voice broke Wesley's own.
The English ghost turned to the other, "What do you mean by that?" he asked.
"Seeing like that. I've known been there every step of the way. From her first loose tooth, first crush, everything. I've been her constant companion, and I felt alive, through her. And now, nothing." Michael looked at Wesley, "I feel nothing."
Wesley blinked, not really knowing how to respond to such an omission. Wesley looked at Michael, "Do you love her?" he asked.
Michael nodded, as he looked down towards his transparent shoes. "Yes, it may seem wrong, since I've been there all along, but she's grown to be my princess charming. He person I compare everyone to. It hurts."
Nodding, Wesley placed an understanding hand on the other man's shoulder. "I fell in love with a woman who was entrusted to me. Granted it took a long tome for it to evolve, and that was after she slowly tortured me. But we fell into a mutual love. A non-erotic love."
"Like winter Tuesday night clothes?" Michael suggested. Wesley gave him a half smile, and nodded.
Connor watched as the minutes ticked by. He had snapped at his students for the past two periods, only one more to go. He almost sighed in relief as he handed out the test for that period. Even if it did create even more paperwork for him later on, it spared him the loss of his temper. Oh it was a catch-22.
Drumming his fingers against the cool metal of his desk, he looked over the sea of heads, bent over the desks in concentration, writing furiously. There on the side, next to the row of windows, one seat back was empty. It was Aidan's desk. The class, even if they were taking a test, and he was the only one of the 18 that was absent, the class seemed strangely subdued and empty.
The scratching of pens, the rustle of papers that was the symphony that Connor was privy to, yet he didn't want to be a part of it. He just wanted out. He almost felt he was one of his students, waiting for the bell to ring and the day to ring.
He closed his eyes, and sighed. "End, end" he chanted silently, hoping someone was listening.
When the final bell rang, he idly remembered what he and his friend Rich had done their final day of high school Pushing the memories away, Connor stood and told his students to pass in the test. Ad soon as the last paper was handed in, Connor raced out of the room, to the office, and out of the school. He was ready to find Dawn.
All of them sat in a circle, under the tree. The wind blew unseen. The air was thing with tension. Nobody knew what was supposed to come, Save probably for Isabelle and Chris, and they weren't talking.
"Hey, what will happen if we kill it?" Dawn asked, finally facing the fact that she may never see her friends or family again. And she had never said goodbye.
"When we kill it," Aidan told her, squeezing her hand reassuringly.
"Well, you'll go back to your bodies," Chris said simply.
They were silent, milling over this fact. "Wait, what about Summer?" Eve asked, wanting to know about what would happen to her newfound friend. Nobody wanted to face the fact that they could very well lose the woman.
Isabelle and Chris shared a small smile with each other. "Although you cannot die in this plane, as you are already dead, you can get hurt. But if you all survive, we're going to give Summer her body back. A bit aged maybe, but still in good working order.
Summer smiled, she'd get to live again. Noting could beat that, even surviving in Dawn's body. Don't get her wrong, she loved Dawn like a sister, but they were different people. Hopefully they'd stay friends. Dawn's family had become her own.
Wesley and Michael sat in the living room, talking about their lived and their unlives. Michael had been an idiot savant in music, later he dropped out of high school, but was motivated enough to get his GED, and later was accepted into Berkley under their music program. He had died while driving a motorcycle; a drunk driver had hit him.
Wesley told him about his own family, the people in England, and the people in Sunnydale. He had told of his life in Los Angeles and of the mismatched family that was his.
"Hey, what's that?" Michael asked, interrupting Wesley's story.
Light motes floated in the air, settling on the empty couch. They swirled and collected, forming a body. After a few moments, a fully formed corporeal form lay there, and it was cold. The two ghosts looked at each other.
"It looks like they have help," Michael smiled.
Wesley returned the favor, although it has a sad quality to it. The body looked familiar, like Dawn, Dawn Summers, only older. She was beautiful when she was alive, and it was such a tragedy when the girl died. He remembered the funeral well. The blonde slayer had been heartbroken; after all she had lost her mother only a few months before. Sighing unneeded, he looked at Michael. He could only guess at what was going on, "I guess so," he finally said.
Connor looked up at the building; it was in a mid-class neighborhood, nice, but not pricey. Walking in, he kept his head down, not wanting to be noticed by other. Going over to the elevators, he pressed the button for the sixth floor. Finding the apartment, he knocked, and there was no answer.
There was a flash of light in the sun filled plane. The emotions of surprise, intrigue, suspicion, and excitement passed throughout the group.
"It's time," Chris said as he and Isabelle stood and looked at the four.
"Good luck," Isabelle said and they disappeared.
Dawn looked at her companions, "Here goes nothing," she said, as she stood up, the silver axe glinted in the sunlight as she held it with ease. One by one everyone got up, Aidan first, then Eve, and finally Summer.
They ran to the place where they saw the flash of light. The place was burnt, and a large chunk of earth had been incinerated, leaving a crater. Again, the four shared a look before Summer smirked and let out a war cry and charged down. The others followed suit, ready for anything that got in their way.
Isabelle and Chris appeared in the apartment, just to hear the beginning of the banging. Giving a curt nod to Wesley and Michael, Isabelle waved a hand and the bodies were hidden. Chris went to answer the door.
"Yes?" Chris asked, he was faced with a rather irate Connor, who was glowering in Chris's general direction.
"Is Eve Carson here?" Connor ground out. He had been banging on the door for the last five minutes, and just no someone had felt in necessary to open up. He had already been yelled at by one of the neighbors.
"She's unavailable at this moment, I'll be sure to tell her you called," Chris told him, before trying to close the door.
Connor stopped it with forcefulness that surprised the angel. "No, I don't think you understand. Eve didn't show up for school today, so I just wanted to make sure everything is alright."
Chris gave him a tight smile, "I'll be sure to tell her when she wakes up, now please leave."
Connor's eyes clouded, "Whatever kind of magic you're trying to pull over me is not working, I can sense it. Now let me in and see Eve, she knows where my little sister is. If I find out that your keeping me from finding my little sister…" Connor let his threat hand in the air.
Chris suddenly got a glint in his eye, "Very well then," he told the young man, stepping back, allowing him to enter.
When Connor spotted Dawn, sitting in a chair, her head against Aidan's shoulder, her lips blue, he whirled around, "What have you don't to her?" he shouted. But he was talking to thin air.
As they ran into the crater, they found it harder and harder to see, as if there was a clouded glass circling them. Soon everyone lost sight of one another; they could hear each other though. Suddenly there was a shout, and it sounded like the sole male in the group, Aidan.
"Aidan?" Dawn called out, fearing for her friend.
"I'm okay!" Aidan called out.
Dawn snorted, she knew better than that. "Yeah right," she called, "I'm coming to help you!" she called.
"Don't you dare! Go fight that thing, be the champion I know you can be!" Aidan called out.
That made Dawn stop. What was she supposed to do, fight the big and nasty, or help her friend. Debating for a few minutes she sighed. What would Aidan do if it were she? That made her take off in the direction of her friend's voice.
"Aidan!" she called out, once she though she had caught sight of his dark hair.
"What?" he yelled.
Rushing over to the sound of his voice, Dawn was relieved to see that Aidan wasn't hurt, badly. "Are you okay?" she asked, dropping down into a crouching position.
"Yup," he said. "And I though I told you to go fight the big bad thing," he pouted slightly.
Dawn grinned at her friend's childish antics. It made the mood lighter. "Friend's don't leave friend's behind. The least I could do is die along with you."
Somewhere far off they could hear Eve snort. "Will you two just kiss already? I wanna get out of here!"
The two friends snickered at the harassed note in their dark friend's voice. "When in Rome," Aidan started off, his eyes twinkling in mischief.
"Do as the Romans do," Dawn finished before leaning over.
And they kissed. After breaking apart, they both had goofy grins on their face. "I think I like Rome," Dawn whispered. Aidan only nodded in agreement.
"Will you two stop making up or whatever you're doing and help us now?" Eve called.
Snickering, Dawn stood and held out a hand to Aidan. "Think you can walk?" she asked.
He nodded, "It was only a scratch. But I liked the kiss that made it all better."
Another loud squawk from Eve brought them to their senses. Standing, she helped her friend up and they rushed back into battle. Together they dug deeper and deeper into the center of the crater. They could hear Summer as well as Eve doing the same.
"Foolish mortals, how dare you oppose me!" a large voice boomed over the crater and the smog began to dissipate.
"And who said we were mortals, or foolish? Besides, we aren't afraid," Eve yelled, showing bravado that none of them had.
Connor looked at Dawn, but then he spotted another girl lying on the couch. She was beautiful. Her skin was pale as ivory, only her cheeks had a bit of color in the, a faith rose, as if was painted with a shade of pink called antique rose. Her hair, which pooled around her head, was a deep brown, almost a chocolate color. Her body reminded him of a ballerina's. She was beautiful, and for a moment, he forgot where he was, and why he was there. He could only focus on the beauty that lay before him. As he reached out to brush a lock of errant hair, his fingers touched her skin. It was stone cold.
"What the hell?" he muttered to himself, thoroughly confused.
He turned and looked at Dawn, then Aidan, and then finally Eve. Touching their skin softly, he noted that they were all cold as ice. He then noticed that there was no sound whatsoever. It was eerie.
When Eve finished yelling at the voice, Dawn glared at her. "Hello, think much?" she snapped. "Big scary voice equal's even bigger and scarier monster. I'm plenty afraid."
"Foolish mortals," the voice began, "if you put down your weapons, it will grant you a quick and easy death." The fog continued to evaporate, making it easier and easier to see the area around them. Everyone soon caught sight of each other.
"I thought we couldn't die?" Aidan squeaked once they all stood together.
"Maybe they were wrong," Summer suggested.
"You're doubting the Angels of Life and Death?" Dawn deadpanned.
"Well, supreme beings have been known to be wrong…" Summer started.
"Well they aren't going to be wrong this time," Dawn stated, holding her axe high. "Here goes nothing," she whispered and started running into what was left of the fog.
"Dawn!" Aidan called, afraid for his best friend. He ran after her.
Eve swore and looked at Summer, "We'd better go after them. Who knows what the love birds may do," she smirked while she said that before she too bolted. Summer only followed.
When she got to the middle, she stopped short, "What the hell?" she muttered. There was no monster. "What's with the no big ugly thing?" she asked, confused.
"There," Dawn pointed downwards to the ground.
"Well, it certainly is ugly, I don't know about big though," Aidan remarked.
The demon began to speak, "I am the dark lord of nightmares! The bringer of terror! Tremble before me. Fear me!"
Eve smirked, "He – he's so cute!" she squealed.
"Tremble!" the demon commanded.
Aidan smirked as well, "Who's a little demon? Come on! Who's a little demon!"
Summer rolled her eyes, "Don't taunt the demon."
Aidan looked up, worry in his eyes "Why, can he hurt me?" he asked.
Summer shook her head, "No, it's just – tacky," she told him.
"Grab him!" Eve yelled at that moment, the thing made a rather undignified squeak and started running.
The chased after them, often missing by only an inch or so. "Damn, this is harder that trying to slaughter a pig to provide blood for a seal of hell," Summer muttered to herself. When everyone looked at her with his or her eyebrows raised, she blushed, "Never mind," she muttered and shook her head.
"Got it!" Eve yelled holding the small creature at arm's length; "Good to know that chasing cat's off furniture is good for something." The other nodded in agreement, as they walked closer to Eve.
"Ugh does it have to smell so bad?" Dawn complained as she got within a foot of the pair.
"Speak for yourself, you're not the one holding it," Eve reported hotly, trying to breath through her mouth, and not her nose, trying to avoid smelling the awful stench.
Dawn walked over and aimed her axe, bringing it down swiftly, three times in total.
Aidan looked at headless demon corpse, "Big overture. Little show," he remarked.
Everyone nodded, wondering what was to come next.
"Excellent!" Isabelle said coming up from behind the group of four.
"Stop doing that," Dawn said dropping her axe to the ground.
Isabelle ignored her, "Are you ready to go back?" she asked. They all shared a look and nodded, they were ready to go home.
Connor sat in Eve's living room, mulling over the fact that there were bodies, cold bodies, in the room, when his concentration was broken by a loud gasp of air.
"Oh my god!" Dawn breathed out. She took a couple of experimental breaths before turning to Aidan, who was sitting next to her.
"Aidan?" she asked, oblivious to Connor who was sitting there in the room.
"Huh, what?" Aidan's voice was slurred as if his tongue was unwilling to move,
"You okay?" she asked, leaning down, so their noses were almost touching.
"Yeah," he told her, sounding very tired.
"Good," she smiled and kissed his nose. Straitening, she stood and walked over to Eve, she shook the girl awake, when she came to, she went over to Summer.
"Morning Sunshine!" Dawn smiled when a bleary eyed Summer opened her eyes.
"Go 'way," Summer told her, rolling over.
Dawn smirked, "We're back," she told the older woman, shaking her.
"We are?" Summer asked, sitting up. "Hey whose the cute glaring at you?" she asked.
That's when Dawn finally noticed Connor finally. "Connor!"
He gave her a cool look, "What just happened?" he asked.
Dawn grinned at him, "Nothing, well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Connor was unfazed, "Try me," he challenged.
Dawn stood and walked towards him, and patted his head like he was a puppy dog. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. So lets just leave it at that, okay?"
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I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
~ "Hallelujah", Rufus Wainwright
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It's done! Lookie, I finished a ficcy! Took me awhile, but I did it. *sigh* I almost don't want it to end, but it did. I hope you enjoyed it, cause I know I did, and thanks to all my reviewers.
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There may or may not be a squeal or a prequal, it mostly depends on the mood I'm in or if I feel like it. And right now, I'm going to list all of the music lyrics I used to prove my "point" of the chapter. And I only own the CD's that the songs are on; I don't own any of the rights.
Let Me Fall, Josh Groban
Home To Stay, Josh Groban
Where You Are, Josh Groban
Save the World, Bon Jovi
Friday Nite, Slick Shoes
Show Me Love, t.A.T.u
How Soon Is Now?, t.A.T.u
Daddy's Little Defect, Sugarcult
Typical, The Moffatts
Crazy, The Moffatts
I'm Just a Kid, Simple Plan
Nothing On My Back, Sum 41
I Stand For You Nick Carter
Wanted Dead or Alive, Bon Jovi
Naked, Avril Lavinge
Bridge Over Troubled Waters, Simon and Garfunkle
Faint, Linkin Park
Breaking the Habit, Linkin Park
Father and Daughter, Paul Simon
Hallelujah, Rufus Wainwright
Thank you for read, and can you all please review. I was going to post this as two chapters, but decided to give this all to you, so be nice, and review.
And if you liked this piece of work, Aidan, Dawn and Summer will be gracing FF.net's pages later on, when gidgetgirl and I join forces to write Camp Tess (working title). All your favorite OC's are going! And if you have one, don't be afraid to send it to me! Especially if you have a male character, we're looking for people of either sex between the ages of 4-21. Thanks.
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I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father who loved
His daughter more than I love you
~ "Father and Daughter", Paul Simon
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Wesley sat in Eve's apartment, looking at his little girl. Her lips were painted a frosty blue, like she had smeared too much lip-gloss over them. But he knew better, if he could feel, and if he touched her skin, she'd be cold.
"My little girl," he breathed out, an unnecessary action, but breathing was a hard habit to break.
Dawn looked at peace, like an angel. He wished that she could always looked like that. His little girl had grown up too fast.
"It's weird, isn't it?" Michael's voice broke Wesley's own.
The English ghost turned to the other, "What do you mean by that?" he asked.
"Seeing like that. I've known been there every step of the way. From her first loose tooth, first crush, everything. I've been her constant companion, and I felt alive, through her. And now, nothing." Michael looked at Wesley, "I feel nothing."
Wesley blinked, not really knowing how to respond to such an omission. Wesley looked at Michael, "Do you love her?" he asked.
Michael nodded, as he looked down towards his transparent shoes. "Yes, it may seem wrong, since I've been there all along, but she's grown to be my princess charming. He person I compare everyone to. It hurts."
Nodding, Wesley placed an understanding hand on the other man's shoulder. "I fell in love with a woman who was entrusted to me. Granted it took a long tome for it to evolve, and that was after she slowly tortured me. But we fell into a mutual love. A non-erotic love."
"Like winter Tuesday night clothes?" Michael suggested. Wesley gave him a half smile, and nodded.
Connor watched as the minutes ticked by. He had snapped at his students for the past two periods, only one more to go. He almost sighed in relief as he handed out the test for that period. Even if it did create even more paperwork for him later on, it spared him the loss of his temper. Oh it was a catch-22.
Drumming his fingers against the cool metal of his desk, he looked over the sea of heads, bent over the desks in concentration, writing furiously. There on the side, next to the row of windows, one seat back was empty. It was Aidan's desk. The class, even if they were taking a test, and he was the only one of the 18 that was absent, the class seemed strangely subdued and empty.
The scratching of pens, the rustle of papers that was the symphony that Connor was privy to, yet he didn't want to be a part of it. He just wanted out. He almost felt he was one of his students, waiting for the bell to ring and the day to ring.
He closed his eyes, and sighed. "End, end" he chanted silently, hoping someone was listening.
When the final bell rang, he idly remembered what he and his friend Rich had done their final day of high school Pushing the memories away, Connor stood and told his students to pass in the test. Ad soon as the last paper was handed in, Connor raced out of the room, to the office, and out of the school. He was ready to find Dawn.
All of them sat in a circle, under the tree. The wind blew unseen. The air was thing with tension. Nobody knew what was supposed to come, Save probably for Isabelle and Chris, and they weren't talking.
"Hey, what will happen if we kill it?" Dawn asked, finally facing the fact that she may never see her friends or family again. And she had never said goodbye.
"When we kill it," Aidan told her, squeezing her hand reassuringly.
"Well, you'll go back to your bodies," Chris said simply.
They were silent, milling over this fact. "Wait, what about Summer?" Eve asked, wanting to know about what would happen to her newfound friend. Nobody wanted to face the fact that they could very well lose the woman.
Isabelle and Chris shared a small smile with each other. "Although you cannot die in this plane, as you are already dead, you can get hurt. But if you all survive, we're going to give Summer her body back. A bit aged maybe, but still in good working order.
Summer smiled, she'd get to live again. Noting could beat that, even surviving in Dawn's body. Don't get her wrong, she loved Dawn like a sister, but they were different people. Hopefully they'd stay friends. Dawn's family had become her own.
Wesley and Michael sat in the living room, talking about their lived and their unlives. Michael had been an idiot savant in music, later he dropped out of high school, but was motivated enough to get his GED, and later was accepted into Berkley under their music program. He had died while driving a motorcycle; a drunk driver had hit him.
Wesley told him about his own family, the people in England, and the people in Sunnydale. He had told of his life in Los Angeles and of the mismatched family that was his.
"Hey, what's that?" Michael asked, interrupting Wesley's story.
Light motes floated in the air, settling on the empty couch. They swirled and collected, forming a body. After a few moments, a fully formed corporeal form lay there, and it was cold. The two ghosts looked at each other.
"It looks like they have help," Michael smiled.
Wesley returned the favor, although it has a sad quality to it. The body looked familiar, like Dawn, Dawn Summers, only older. She was beautiful when she was alive, and it was such a tragedy when the girl died. He remembered the funeral well. The blonde slayer had been heartbroken; after all she had lost her mother only a few months before. Sighing unneeded, he looked at Michael. He could only guess at what was going on, "I guess so," he finally said.
Connor looked up at the building; it was in a mid-class neighborhood, nice, but not pricey. Walking in, he kept his head down, not wanting to be noticed by other. Going over to the elevators, he pressed the button for the sixth floor. Finding the apartment, he knocked, and there was no answer.
There was a flash of light in the sun filled plane. The emotions of surprise, intrigue, suspicion, and excitement passed throughout the group.
"It's time," Chris said as he and Isabelle stood and looked at the four.
"Good luck," Isabelle said and they disappeared.
Dawn looked at her companions, "Here goes nothing," she said, as she stood up, the silver axe glinted in the sunlight as she held it with ease. One by one everyone got up, Aidan first, then Eve, and finally Summer.
They ran to the place where they saw the flash of light. The place was burnt, and a large chunk of earth had been incinerated, leaving a crater. Again, the four shared a look before Summer smirked and let out a war cry and charged down. The others followed suit, ready for anything that got in their way.
Isabelle and Chris appeared in the apartment, just to hear the beginning of the banging. Giving a curt nod to Wesley and Michael, Isabelle waved a hand and the bodies were hidden. Chris went to answer the door.
"Yes?" Chris asked, he was faced with a rather irate Connor, who was glowering in Chris's general direction.
"Is Eve Carson here?" Connor ground out. He had been banging on the door for the last five minutes, and just no someone had felt in necessary to open up. He had already been yelled at by one of the neighbors.
"She's unavailable at this moment, I'll be sure to tell her you called," Chris told him, before trying to close the door.
Connor stopped it with forcefulness that surprised the angel. "No, I don't think you understand. Eve didn't show up for school today, so I just wanted to make sure everything is alright."
Chris gave him a tight smile, "I'll be sure to tell her when she wakes up, now please leave."
Connor's eyes clouded, "Whatever kind of magic you're trying to pull over me is not working, I can sense it. Now let me in and see Eve, she knows where my little sister is. If I find out that your keeping me from finding my little sister…" Connor let his threat hand in the air.
Chris suddenly got a glint in his eye, "Very well then," he told the young man, stepping back, allowing him to enter.
When Connor spotted Dawn, sitting in a chair, her head against Aidan's shoulder, her lips blue, he whirled around, "What have you don't to her?" he shouted. But he was talking to thin air.
As they ran into the crater, they found it harder and harder to see, as if there was a clouded glass circling them. Soon everyone lost sight of one another; they could hear each other though. Suddenly there was a shout, and it sounded like the sole male in the group, Aidan.
"Aidan?" Dawn called out, fearing for her friend.
"I'm okay!" Aidan called out.
Dawn snorted, she knew better than that. "Yeah right," she called, "I'm coming to help you!" she called.
"Don't you dare! Go fight that thing, be the champion I know you can be!" Aidan called out.
That made Dawn stop. What was she supposed to do, fight the big and nasty, or help her friend. Debating for a few minutes she sighed. What would Aidan do if it were she? That made her take off in the direction of her friend's voice.
"Aidan!" she called out, once she though she had caught sight of his dark hair.
"What?" he yelled.
Rushing over to the sound of his voice, Dawn was relieved to see that Aidan wasn't hurt, badly. "Are you okay?" she asked, dropping down into a crouching position.
"Yup," he said. "And I though I told you to go fight the big bad thing," he pouted slightly.
Dawn grinned at her friend's childish antics. It made the mood lighter. "Friend's don't leave friend's behind. The least I could do is die along with you."
Somewhere far off they could hear Eve snort. "Will you two just kiss already? I wanna get out of here!"
The two friends snickered at the harassed note in their dark friend's voice. "When in Rome," Aidan started off, his eyes twinkling in mischief.
"Do as the Romans do," Dawn finished before leaning over.
And they kissed. After breaking apart, they both had goofy grins on their face. "I think I like Rome," Dawn whispered. Aidan only nodded in agreement.
"Will you two stop making up or whatever you're doing and help us now?" Eve called.
Snickering, Dawn stood and held out a hand to Aidan. "Think you can walk?" she asked.
He nodded, "It was only a scratch. But I liked the kiss that made it all better."
Another loud squawk from Eve brought them to their senses. Standing, she helped her friend up and they rushed back into battle. Together they dug deeper and deeper into the center of the crater. They could hear Summer as well as Eve doing the same.
"Foolish mortals, how dare you oppose me!" a large voice boomed over the crater and the smog began to dissipate.
"And who said we were mortals, or foolish? Besides, we aren't afraid," Eve yelled, showing bravado that none of them had.
Connor looked at Dawn, but then he spotted another girl lying on the couch. She was beautiful. Her skin was pale as ivory, only her cheeks had a bit of color in the, a faith rose, as if was painted with a shade of pink called antique rose. Her hair, which pooled around her head, was a deep brown, almost a chocolate color. Her body reminded him of a ballerina's. She was beautiful, and for a moment, he forgot where he was, and why he was there. He could only focus on the beauty that lay before him. As he reached out to brush a lock of errant hair, his fingers touched her skin. It was stone cold.
"What the hell?" he muttered to himself, thoroughly confused.
He turned and looked at Dawn, then Aidan, and then finally Eve. Touching their skin softly, he noted that they were all cold as ice. He then noticed that there was no sound whatsoever. It was eerie.
When Eve finished yelling at the voice, Dawn glared at her. "Hello, think much?" she snapped. "Big scary voice equal's even bigger and scarier monster. I'm plenty afraid."
"Foolish mortals," the voice began, "if you put down your weapons, it will grant you a quick and easy death." The fog continued to evaporate, making it easier and easier to see the area around them. Everyone soon caught sight of each other.
"I thought we couldn't die?" Aidan squeaked once they all stood together.
"Maybe they were wrong," Summer suggested.
"You're doubting the Angels of Life and Death?" Dawn deadpanned.
"Well, supreme beings have been known to be wrong…" Summer started.
"Well they aren't going to be wrong this time," Dawn stated, holding her axe high. "Here goes nothing," she whispered and started running into what was left of the fog.
"Dawn!" Aidan called, afraid for his best friend. He ran after her.
Eve swore and looked at Summer, "We'd better go after them. Who knows what the love birds may do," she smirked while she said that before she too bolted. Summer only followed.
When she got to the middle, she stopped short, "What the hell?" she muttered. There was no monster. "What's with the no big ugly thing?" she asked, confused.
"There," Dawn pointed downwards to the ground.
"Well, it certainly is ugly, I don't know about big though," Aidan remarked.
The demon began to speak, "I am the dark lord of nightmares! The bringer of terror! Tremble before me. Fear me!"
Eve smirked, "He – he's so cute!" she squealed.
"Tremble!" the demon commanded.
Aidan smirked as well, "Who's a little demon? Come on! Who's a little demon!"
Summer rolled her eyes, "Don't taunt the demon."
Aidan looked up, worry in his eyes "Why, can he hurt me?" he asked.
Summer shook her head, "No, it's just – tacky," she told him.
"Grab him!" Eve yelled at that moment, the thing made a rather undignified squeak and started running.
The chased after them, often missing by only an inch or so. "Damn, this is harder that trying to slaughter a pig to provide blood for a seal of hell," Summer muttered to herself. When everyone looked at her with his or her eyebrows raised, she blushed, "Never mind," she muttered and shook her head.
"Got it!" Eve yelled holding the small creature at arm's length; "Good to know that chasing cat's off furniture is good for something." The other nodded in agreement, as they walked closer to Eve.
"Ugh does it have to smell so bad?" Dawn complained as she got within a foot of the pair.
"Speak for yourself, you're not the one holding it," Eve reported hotly, trying to breath through her mouth, and not her nose, trying to avoid smelling the awful stench.
Dawn walked over and aimed her axe, bringing it down swiftly, three times in total.
Aidan looked at headless demon corpse, "Big overture. Little show," he remarked.
Everyone nodded, wondering what was to come next.
"Excellent!" Isabelle said coming up from behind the group of four.
"Stop doing that," Dawn said dropping her axe to the ground.
Isabelle ignored her, "Are you ready to go back?" she asked. They all shared a look and nodded, they were ready to go home.
Connor sat in Eve's living room, mulling over the fact that there were bodies, cold bodies, in the room, when his concentration was broken by a loud gasp of air.
"Oh my god!" Dawn breathed out. She took a couple of experimental breaths before turning to Aidan, who was sitting next to her.
"Aidan?" she asked, oblivious to Connor who was sitting there in the room.
"Huh, what?" Aidan's voice was slurred as if his tongue was unwilling to move,
"You okay?" she asked, leaning down, so their noses were almost touching.
"Yeah," he told her, sounding very tired.
"Good," she smiled and kissed his nose. Straitening, she stood and walked over to Eve, she shook the girl awake, when she came to, she went over to Summer.
"Morning Sunshine!" Dawn smiled when a bleary eyed Summer opened her eyes.
"Go 'way," Summer told her, rolling over.
Dawn smirked, "We're back," she told the older woman, shaking her.
"We are?" Summer asked, sitting up. "Hey whose the cute glaring at you?" she asked.
That's when Dawn finally noticed Connor finally. "Connor!"
He gave her a cool look, "What just happened?" he asked.
Dawn grinned at him, "Nothing, well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Connor was unfazed, "Try me," he challenged.
Dawn stood and walked towards him, and patted his head like he was a puppy dog. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. So lets just leave it at that, okay?"
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I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
~ "Hallelujah", Rufus Wainwright
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It's done! Lookie, I finished a ficcy! Took me awhile, but I did it. *sigh* I almost don't want it to end, but it did. I hope you enjoyed it, cause I know I did, and thanks to all my reviewers.
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There may or may not be a squeal or a prequal, it mostly depends on the mood I'm in or if I feel like it. And right now, I'm going to list all of the music lyrics I used to prove my "point" of the chapter. And I only own the CD's that the songs are on; I don't own any of the rights.
Let Me Fall, Josh Groban
Home To Stay, Josh Groban
Where You Are, Josh Groban
Save the World, Bon Jovi
Friday Nite, Slick Shoes
Show Me Love, t.A.T.u
How Soon Is Now?, t.A.T.u
Daddy's Little Defect, Sugarcult
Typical, The Moffatts
Crazy, The Moffatts
I'm Just a Kid, Simple Plan
Nothing On My Back, Sum 41
I Stand For You Nick Carter
Wanted Dead or Alive, Bon Jovi
Naked, Avril Lavinge
Bridge Over Troubled Waters, Simon and Garfunkle
Faint, Linkin Park
Breaking the Habit, Linkin Park
Father and Daughter, Paul Simon
Hallelujah, Rufus Wainwright
Thank you for read, and can you all please review. I was going to post this as two chapters, but decided to give this all to you, so be nice, and review.
And if you liked this piece of work, Aidan, Dawn and Summer will be gracing FF.net's pages later on, when gidgetgirl and I join forces to write Camp Tess (working title). All your favorite OC's are going! And if you have one, don't be afraid to send it to me! Especially if you have a male character, we're looking for people of either sex between the ages of 4-21. Thanks.