Chapter 8
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"You're what?" Richie growled.
"I thought you'd be happy," Buffy answered, confused.
"Buffy, I'm Immortal, I can't have children," he stated coldly. "Who's the father?"
"You are, you idiot," she replied hotly. "You're the only one I've been with since before we met."
Their anger flared and they just stared at each other until they wilted and just sighed.
"More Hellmouthy goodness, I suppose," Buffy said.
"Yeah, but on the plus side, I get to be a real father," Richie added with a smile that lit up her face with one of her own.
"Let's go tell the others," she said. With that they walked off with Dawn bubbling in tow.
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"But that's not possible," protested Giles. "Is it?"
"Hey, Angel had one and that wasn't supposed to happen either," replied Buffy with a shrug. "I'll be happy as long as there are no prophecies about this."
"Well, I'll start researching some about this and see," said Giles. He wandered off to his back room of books.
Buffy smiled at Richie. Giles wouldn't be back for a while.
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Bora Bora
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Methos was relaxed just watching the nude Willow sleep under the shade of a palm tree. It had been a quiet three months. He drained the rest of his beer a then got out of the lounge chair. He started toward their bungalow to start dinner when he felt the presence of another Immortal. Willow bolted upright with the feeling of the presence and hurriedly put on her clothes. Methos swore and picked his sword up out of the sand where he had it hidden and looked to see Willow do the same.
"My dear, I was so enjoying watching you. You really are quite lovely," began the unknown Immortal who then stepped out from behind a tree.
"Shut up you pervert" she replied coldly after turning to see him.
"My my, what a temper. We really are going to have to relieve you of that," he said equally as coldly. "Stefan is my name and you my young lady are going to lose your head."
"You know Stefan, you really are quite stupid," replied Methos lazily. "There are two of us. If you take one of our heads, the other will just take yours. You can't win," he finished looking bored.
Stefan just looked confidently at Methos and said, "Oh don't worry my lad, I have prepared for that contingency." He then waved his hand in the air and sprinkled dust on himself. "Impenetrabilis," he said and the dust glowed purple and a faint sheen of a magical field was erected around him.
Willow just laughed and lifted her hand. "Domito," she spoke and the shield fell knocking Stefan to the ground.
"Witch," he growled drawing his dull looking, cheap broadsword.
"Where'd you get that, the local Renaissance festival?" asked Willow as she stepped into a fighting stance.
As a reply, Stefan just attacked clumsily with a broad down stroke. Willow just sidestepped it as was drilled into her head so many times. She then kicked out his knee and he fell to the ground.
"How long have you been alive, Stefan?" she demanded with katana above her head, poised to strike.
"I have been Immortal, 53 years," he replied. "I never learned how to fight because I learned a few spells to protect myself. They have always worked, until now," he finished vehemently. "Do it, you lousy." he was cut off, as was his head.
Willow stepped back and Methos stood behind a tree waiting for the inevitable.
The Quickening was too powerful for an Immortal of Stefan's years and experience. Trees were uprooted and blown over. Methos was knocked flying by an dark energy pulse that emanated from the center of the destruction. The sky turned dark and then cleared as the Quickening died down.
In his heart, Methos knew something was very wrong. You could feel it in the air. His fears were confirmed as he looked up to see Willow standing over him with her sword raised. Her hair was jet black as were her eyes. He groaned and cursed quietly.
"There can be only one," Willow said with her voice as hollow and soulless as her eyes.
Methos knew in every fiber of his being that she was lost. He replied by raising his sword from where it was hidden in the sand beside him and ran her through. She opened her eyes wide with shock and then anger. Her hair started to straighten and rise as he could feel electricity crackle around him. Quickly Methos got to his feet and pulled his sword from her body.
Methos swung backhanded stroke and lopped her head from her body.
"I'll see you on the other side, my love," he said as the mist from her body began to rise.
The Quickening struck him down and for miles around, locals heard a sobbing wail of something unearthly and ran indoors frightened, as white lit up the blue sky. Days later some gathered courage to find the source of the sound only to find all the sand in a large area had been melted into glass. In the center of the glass was a pair of footprints spread far apart, facing the calm waters. In front of them were what looked like places where drops fell.
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Sunnydale
Duncan MacLeod looked up suddenly as he felt another of his kind. Looking out the window with katana in hand, he sighed and relaxed seeing Richie and Buffy walking up the sidewalk. He pulled the door open and stepped aside so they could come in.
"Hi Mac," said Richie at the same time Buffy chirped, "Hi Duncan."
"Where's Amanda," asked Buffy looking around the large apartment.
"She went out to shop and hasn't come back yet," Duncan replied worriedly.
"How is the baby doing?" he asked.
"Still kicking, and hard. Must have another little Slayer in there," Buffy replied with a lazy smile.
Duncan returned it broadly and started to say something when suddenly the night sky was lit up by a brilliant kaleidoscope of colors and lightning.
"They're getting bigger every time," he murmured.
Duncan and Richie grabbed their swords and raced out the door.
********** Latin
impenetrabilis -e [impenetrable]. domito -are [to tame , subdue, break in].
I'm sorry all, I had to kill Willow again. It just seemed fitting. Please know, that because of how I see the Gathering, there will be more character deaths. Just who will it be? In the end, there can be only one. Review please!
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"You're what?" Richie growled.
"I thought you'd be happy," Buffy answered, confused.
"Buffy, I'm Immortal, I can't have children," he stated coldly. "Who's the father?"
"You are, you idiot," she replied hotly. "You're the only one I've been with since before we met."
Their anger flared and they just stared at each other until they wilted and just sighed.
"More Hellmouthy goodness, I suppose," Buffy said.
"Yeah, but on the plus side, I get to be a real father," Richie added with a smile that lit up her face with one of her own.
"Let's go tell the others," she said. With that they walked off with Dawn bubbling in tow.
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"But that's not possible," protested Giles. "Is it?"
"Hey, Angel had one and that wasn't supposed to happen either," replied Buffy with a shrug. "I'll be happy as long as there are no prophecies about this."
"Well, I'll start researching some about this and see," said Giles. He wandered off to his back room of books.
Buffy smiled at Richie. Giles wouldn't be back for a while.
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Bora Bora
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Methos was relaxed just watching the nude Willow sleep under the shade of a palm tree. It had been a quiet three months. He drained the rest of his beer a then got out of the lounge chair. He started toward their bungalow to start dinner when he felt the presence of another Immortal. Willow bolted upright with the feeling of the presence and hurriedly put on her clothes. Methos swore and picked his sword up out of the sand where he had it hidden and looked to see Willow do the same.
"My dear, I was so enjoying watching you. You really are quite lovely," began the unknown Immortal who then stepped out from behind a tree.
"Shut up you pervert" she replied coldly after turning to see him.
"My my, what a temper. We really are going to have to relieve you of that," he said equally as coldly. "Stefan is my name and you my young lady are going to lose your head."
"You know Stefan, you really are quite stupid," replied Methos lazily. "There are two of us. If you take one of our heads, the other will just take yours. You can't win," he finished looking bored.
Stefan just looked confidently at Methos and said, "Oh don't worry my lad, I have prepared for that contingency." He then waved his hand in the air and sprinkled dust on himself. "Impenetrabilis," he said and the dust glowed purple and a faint sheen of a magical field was erected around him.
Willow just laughed and lifted her hand. "Domito," she spoke and the shield fell knocking Stefan to the ground.
"Witch," he growled drawing his dull looking, cheap broadsword.
"Where'd you get that, the local Renaissance festival?" asked Willow as she stepped into a fighting stance.
As a reply, Stefan just attacked clumsily with a broad down stroke. Willow just sidestepped it as was drilled into her head so many times. She then kicked out his knee and he fell to the ground.
"How long have you been alive, Stefan?" she demanded with katana above her head, poised to strike.
"I have been Immortal, 53 years," he replied. "I never learned how to fight because I learned a few spells to protect myself. They have always worked, until now," he finished vehemently. "Do it, you lousy." he was cut off, as was his head.
Willow stepped back and Methos stood behind a tree waiting for the inevitable.
The Quickening was too powerful for an Immortal of Stefan's years and experience. Trees were uprooted and blown over. Methos was knocked flying by an dark energy pulse that emanated from the center of the destruction. The sky turned dark and then cleared as the Quickening died down.
In his heart, Methos knew something was very wrong. You could feel it in the air. His fears were confirmed as he looked up to see Willow standing over him with her sword raised. Her hair was jet black as were her eyes. He groaned and cursed quietly.
"There can be only one," Willow said with her voice as hollow and soulless as her eyes.
Methos knew in every fiber of his being that she was lost. He replied by raising his sword from where it was hidden in the sand beside him and ran her through. She opened her eyes wide with shock and then anger. Her hair started to straighten and rise as he could feel electricity crackle around him. Quickly Methos got to his feet and pulled his sword from her body.
Methos swung backhanded stroke and lopped her head from her body.
"I'll see you on the other side, my love," he said as the mist from her body began to rise.
The Quickening struck him down and for miles around, locals heard a sobbing wail of something unearthly and ran indoors frightened, as white lit up the blue sky. Days later some gathered courage to find the source of the sound only to find all the sand in a large area had been melted into glass. In the center of the glass was a pair of footprints spread far apart, facing the calm waters. In front of them were what looked like places where drops fell.
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Sunnydale
Duncan MacLeod looked up suddenly as he felt another of his kind. Looking out the window with katana in hand, he sighed and relaxed seeing Richie and Buffy walking up the sidewalk. He pulled the door open and stepped aside so they could come in.
"Hi Mac," said Richie at the same time Buffy chirped, "Hi Duncan."
"Where's Amanda," asked Buffy looking around the large apartment.
"She went out to shop and hasn't come back yet," Duncan replied worriedly.
"How is the baby doing?" he asked.
"Still kicking, and hard. Must have another little Slayer in there," Buffy replied with a lazy smile.
Duncan returned it broadly and started to say something when suddenly the night sky was lit up by a brilliant kaleidoscope of colors and lightning.
"They're getting bigger every time," he murmured.
Duncan and Richie grabbed their swords and raced out the door.
********** Latin
impenetrabilis -e [impenetrable]. domito -are [to tame , subdue, break in].
I'm sorry all, I had to kill Willow again. It just seemed fitting. Please know, that because of how I see the Gathering, there will be more character deaths. Just who will it be? In the end, there can be only one. Review please!