Title: Whisper In The Chaos.

Author: Taisha.

Rating: PG-13.

Summary: A Slayer is Chosen to fight all evil. She has supernatural strength and reflexes, and a fast healing ability. But most of all she is just another teenager with dreams and hopes. This is the story about two Slayers, living in different times and with different people, and the ties that bind them.

Disclaimer: All in the prologue.

Notes: If you see this: ~~~~~~~ it means that we change time periods. If you see this: ***** it means that we change to somebody else's point of view in the same time period. The names tell you the point of view.

I have only seen a little piece of season seven, right up till Spike hugged the cross in that church. So I apologize to anyone who likes the complete plotline of the season, for there's a huge twist in my story. I have only seen two Angel episodes after the episode: "Tomorrow", so if anything is incorrect I'd like you to tell me in a review or e-mail so that I can change it.

Also, that Dawn is still the Key is just using common sense. Glory was defeated, but Dawn wasn't destroyed. So she is still the Key, and her little dream at the end of this chapter reveals that not only Glory can use Dawn for an evil goal.

The use of 'normal' English in the 16th Century is a result of me having tons of problems with the way people expressed themselves then. I have come to the conclusion that it will only benefit the story when I use regular language. If you have a different opinion you can tell me so, I will appreciate your comments!

For further notes have a look at the prologue.

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Chapter One

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Please, demons set me free

My heart has started to bleed

I have become the queen misery

And it seems to last forever*

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Buffy

"You should have known better than that."

I shook my head as I staked yet another vampire. He turned into dust in a few seconds, just long enough to stare at me in disbelief. I dusted my clothes off and took a moment to catch my breath before continuing my stroll in the cemetery.  

I have been doing this for five years now, and this was just a routine job. Of course, I have died two times while saving the world (the first time facing the Master, the second time with Glory) but I am proud of myself nonetheless. Other Slayers hadn't been that lucky.

And sometimes I wished that I had died. That I wouldn't have to face this world anymore. I had been at peace when I died, maybe I had even been in heaven, and if it hadn't been for Willow calling me back I would still be there.

I smiled at the memory of the red-headed witch. Willow had gone completely out of her mind when her lover Tara died, and had sunk deeply into the Dark Arts. Despite that she is my best friend, and I am very fond of her. Now Willow was being trained by Giles in order to control her powers.

Rupert Giles is my Watcher. Even though I think that he is a bit too British at times he is still my Watcher. After a few years I began to appreciate Giles' advices in my own way, even though I didn't always understand what he meant with certain things.

And then there are the other members of my little gang: Xander, a fun-loving guy with a terrible sense of humor. Dawn, my younger sister. And of course Spike, a vampire with a chip in his head to prevent him from harming people.

All in all we make up a very strange group. But we have gone through so much together that it didn't matter anymore. No matter what the danger is we can face it as long as we have each other. That is perhaps what I love the most about them. That they appreciate me and accept me, the exact thing that most people wouldn't have done.

However, I am the Slayer. I feel alone even though I have friends. Because nobody really understands what it is like to be me. There had been Kendra, another Slayer, but she had died before I had come to know her. And there had been Faith, but she was in prison now for killing a human. Faith and me had just been too different from each other to become close friends.

I am all alone. Sometimes I want to shout in anger at the world, and sometimes I just wanted to cry silently. Many Slayers didn't have any friends or family to rely on. I think that it doesn't matter. Because no matter how hard my friends tried to understand, they could never feel the satisfaction of Slaying.

It makes me feel good. Deep down it scares me, to know that I killed and yet feel fantastic about it. But overall I  wouldn't want to miss that feeling for anything. It was better than love, seeing as love hurt, and it was certainly better than normal happiness. It was ecstasy. There was no other way to describe it with, it was just ecstasy. The thing that had made Faith go bad was ecstasy. I am afraid of becoming like the dark-haired Slayer. Becoming her and killing a human.

"From beneath it shall devour."

I recited, my brow furrowed as I thought about the strange dream that I'd had a couple of nights ago. A young girl getting killed by robed figures had said that. What did it mean?

Giles and Willow were researching it, but I doubted that they would find anything interesting. After all, the world would have ended a long time ago if it hadn't been for us fighting it. It doesn't matter what is coming, nor what it means. All that matters is that we find the source of this new evil and destroy it.

*****

Willow

"Have a look at this."

I looked up from the book I was reading in and saw that Giles was writing something down on paper. I went to stand next to him and looked over his shoulder. It was some kind of diary, full with little drawings and untidy handwriting.

"Do you expect me to know what that says?"

I squinted at the pages and sighed as I noticed that it had been written in the 16th Century. Giles nodded absently and showed me one paper that he had written on.

"From beneath it will devour

The Mouth of Hell awakes from its grave

From beneath it will murder

The Mouth of Hell rises from its cave

When the Day turns to Night

At the Eve of its Children

From beneath it will devour

And set the world alight."

I read it out aloud, and my eyes widened as I realized what it meant. Halloween was the Eve of the Hellmouth's Children, the demons and vampires. And Halloween was only four months away…

"There are some other things written as the days come closer to Halloween. This is an evil that a Slayer has encountered before. This is her diary, Willow."

"Did she survive?" I asked Giles. Then I added: "I don't think that this Slayer survived. We wouldn't have to deal with this evil if she had defeated it… or would we?"

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Tom

I sighed as I read the text again to make sure I hadn't made a mistake. Unfortunately I hadn't made one. I scraped my throat, and was relieved to see that my Slayer was paying attention to me now.

"I believe that I found something, and you are not going to like it," I began. "The good news is that this evil can be stopped. The bad news is that it is only temporarily."

"Okay."

She shrugged mutely and tucked a strand of her black hair behind her ear. She continued writing in her diary, which I had given to her a few days ago, even though she had probably realized that I wanted to say something else.

"For how long will it last? A few days, weeks, months, years?"

She asked after a couple of minutes, her gray eyes finally showing a sign of interest as she looked up to me. I smiled for no particular reason and said:

"If we are lucky and we do everything according to this book it will last for a couple of hundred years. If something goes wrong it will only last for a few minutes."

"What do you mean, we?"

I sighed as I looked at the fifteen-year-old, who was regarding me with apprehension. If she thought that I was going to let her deal with this on her own she was wrong. She would need all the help she could get.

"I do not want you doing this by yourself," I explained. "It is dangerous, and you will need my help."

"And I do not want to lose another person I care about!"

She exclaimed, eyes blazing with fury as she slammed her diary shut. She rose from her seat and turned her back on me. I could tell that she was fighting to get control of her emotions, but I didn't want her to be alone with her grief either. I walked up to her and put my arms around her, a bit reluctant because she usually told me off for doing that.

*****

Regina

I felt Tom wrap his arms around me, but didn't push him away this time. Then, to my horror and to his utter relief (I think) I started to cry. He pulled me closer towards him, and muttered:

"There's no need for you to cry about it. I just said that I wanted to help."

"That's the problem," I sniffed. "Every time someone wants to help me they end up dead. You're one of my friends, and I don't want you to get hurt."

I wiped my tears away and drove the images of my family's deaths out of my mind. One still remained. It was a sign of the demon's triumph and my loss. My little sister, seven years old, lying in a pool of blood. I had screamed then. It was the only time in my career and the last time that I screamed.

Tom let me go, and I was shocked when I realized that I didn't want him to. I wanted him to hold me, for just a little while longer, and it scared me. It scared me to know that if he died I would go insane. I needed him. So I said:

"You are not coming with me. Tell me how I can defeat the Hellmouth and I will do it. But not with you."

"I would come after you, Gin," he said. "The Hellmouth is too much for a Slayer to handle alone. I am going to help you. No further discussion."

I grabbed my diary and my coat then, and I left the bookshop after I said goodbye to the cat. A couple of streets further I realized that he had used my nickname, instead of the usual 'Miss Deroy' or 'Regina'. It all just didn't seem to matter anymore. We both knew that we would die in an attempt to save the world in less than seven months. So right now I needed something.

I needed the cool logic of a witch. I sighed as I took a shortcut through the small alleyways. It was extremely difficult to get anywhere near the place where Sathani lived. She would not be happy to see me.

Not happy at all.

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Dawn I was dreaming. I was underground, following a narrow path. All of a sudden I came in a huge hall, and I screamed when I saw what was lying on the floor. A big, big monster with giant teeth. I turned to flee as it woke up, but I found that I couldn't move. And whispers filled the cave. Whispers… so many with so much to say… "From beneath it will devour." "You cannot help your kin, they need to do this alone." "You are the Key. Your ancient magic shall unleash this evil." "Any questions that you ask shall be the stones on your graves." After the last whisper had faded I realized that I wasn't alone. There was somebody else: a boy. He looked frightened and as much out of place as I did. But I also knew that the evil was awake, and that it would kill me if it got the chance…

Then I heard screaming, I knew it was the boy and that the evil had got him, and then the evil came for me. I saw a flash of its teeth and then…

I woke up. ~*~ Read? Review! * Taken from the "Fallen" album by For My Pain. Lyrics written by Juha Kylmänen and music by Olli-Pekka Törrö. The song's called 'Queen Misery'.