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. I put my claim on Damien as well, and any places and buildings in Edinburgh are mine (though I will tell you if they aren't). The 'you are not alone in life although you might think that you are' comment comes from the song "Our Farewell" by Within Temptation.
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. And if you see this: it means that there's a vision.
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.
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 Two
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Catch me as I fall
Say you're here and it's all over now
Speaking to the atmosphere
No one's here and I fall into myself
This truth drives me into madness
I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away*
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Damien
I looked out of the window and watched the city. It was night, and the silence was only broken by a radio and voices outside. This was the way I liked it. The silence, the completeness of a night, it could make me happy even though I could not go out. But I couldn't go back to bed either. I was afraid. Scared away, not willing to sleep, all because of one dream.
Boca Del Infierno. I smile when I remember the name the Spanish Conquerors used to describe this town with. It means that some of those men knew what they were talking about when they gave this town its nickname. The Mouth of Hell, the Hellmouth.
My home.
*****
Buffy"How come that I never heard of this Slayer before?"
Anya looked around, waiting for an answer. We had contacted her again, for after her failed wedding plan nobody had heard from her, and were surprised to find that she had taken on her old job. She was a vengeance demon once more. I was startled out of my thoughts by Giles replying to her question.
"Regina McDeroy was known to few. I believe that her Watcher, Tom Rivers, referred to her as 'Miss Deroy' because he didn't like to be reminded of a Scottish colleague. She was the only Slayer ever to break with the tradition as she found out about the 'Cruciamentum' long before she actually had to undergo the test. Tom told her about it because he wanted to give her a chance, seeing as most Slayers don't survive. The Watcher's Council possesses many documents about Regina and Tom. Most of them are diaries about their work, but there are a couple of pictures and files on their social lives as well. They were Watcher and Slayer prototypes, although they were constantly quarrelling, and the reason for nobody knowing about them is that the Watcher's Council doesn't like to talk about her."
"Why not?" Willow asked. "She was clearly one of the good Slayers, and somebody who had a life."
"Because most Slayers don't have that," I added. "Have you got some of those pictures, Giles?"
"Only one. An amateur painter created it for Regina's fifteenth birthday. I found it along with the diaries, but didn't pay that much attention to it. Here it is."
Giles handed me a framed painting, and I saw Regina and Tom for the first time. I saw that the painter hadn't done his utter best on the picture (or maybe he had but he simply wasn't that good at painting) but I could see what Regina and Tom looked like anyway.
She was not very tall, and frighteningly pale. With her black hair (which reached down to her waist) and her gray eyes she could easily be a vampire. The white dress she was wearing made her look like she was made of porcelain. But still… I could see that she was a Slayer because she had an air of complete confidence around her. It was as if she never hesitated, as if she always did the right thing.
Tom, on the other hand, looked healthy. He had dark hair and blue eyes, and I knew that he was about as tall as Angel. He was wearing black, which only emphasized Regina's paleness, and was quite handsome. He had placed one hand loosely on Regina's shoulder (I realized later on that it looked as if he was protecting her) and seemed to be smiling at me.
"It is a nice picture, Giles," I said. "I can tell that she was a Slayer."
I put the picture on the table, and Willow picked it up immediately. She smiled as she studied it and then put it down again. Then she said:
"No offence meant Giles, but that guy is cuter than you."
Giles did look a bit offended, but after he took one look at the picture he said:
"He has long hair. And he is only twenty-one in that picture, I am much older."
"Twenty-one?!" Spike exclaimed. "The bloody Watcher's Council has gone mad! They can't put somebody of that age in one room with a Slayer! He isn't experienced enough!"
"Since when do you care?" Dawn asked him. "Besides, the Council knew that and still gave him the job."
"The Council has done weird things before," I interrupted. Then I added: "But Tom seems fit for the job."
Spike groaned and Dawn smiled at me as I said it. All thoughts of Slaying were driven out of my mind. For the first time in a week I didn't think of the warning given in my dream. But the clock was ticking…
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Regina
Sathani was waiting outside when I arrived at the 'Brend'. The 'Brend' was one of the local pubs, but unlike the others notorious for its bad name. Many people don't know where to find the 'Brend' because only the outcasts of Edinburgh come here. We went inside and took a seat near the backdoor.
"You seem troubled."
Sathani's hoarse voice made me jump, and I cursed myself for not paying attention. Her dark eyes were searching mine, but I wouldn't let her look into my eyes because she hypnotizes people. I marveled at her friendliness, though, because she usually hexes me when I come to her.
"I needed your common sense," I replied. "All this talk about the Hellmouth drives me crazy. I just found out that I can't defeat it completely and that Tom wants to come with me when I lock it up."
"There is nothing wrong with protection, Mordre."
Sathani leaned back and produced a shiny stone out of one of her pockets as she said it. Mordre is my nickname among those who know that I am a Slayer. She held the stone in the palm of her hand and then offered it to me. I knew exactly what it would do, but I took it.
"Mummy, no!"
The little girl was crying as her mother fell to the floor, killed by two demons. The rest of her family was dead as well, and now the demons were coming for her. But she didn't give in.
Her head rose and she wiped her tears away. She picked her father's dagger up and let out a howl of grief as she launched herself at the demons.
My vision blurred, but when I could see clearly again I saw the demons lying on the floor. Dead. The girl was standing in the middle of the mess, laughing her head off.
"This is not the way," I gasped. "It never went like this!"
I had recognized the girl's face by then. It was me.
"No," a voice whispered in my ear. "But it is the path before you. You shall encounter something like this again, and that day you shall follow my command."
I knew who it was then, the voice. It was my imaginary friend that I had created when I was little. And then everything went black, and I screamed his name.
"Loki!"
I fell on the floor, gasping for air. Sathani was still seated and a small smile told me that it had not been just a dream. It was a vision, telling me what would come. Sathani extended one hand lazily and I took it. She pulled me onto the couch again.
"Now that you have seen what path lies before you it is time to make a choice. Either you give up and let me take all your pain away, or you continue and become like the girl you saw."
I stared at her in disbelief after she had finished her sentence. She was asking me to make a choice now, a choice that I had always wanted. But this wasn't the way it was supposed to go. I wanted a normal life, but how would I ever learn to live without being the Slayer? Without having the power to help people? I didn't want to be like the girl either, for she had taken pure pleasure out of killing. And I didn't want to see Loki again for he had taken me over. Loki was a bad spirit.
"Can I think about it?"
"No."
Sathani's answer was final, no discussion possible. I had just begun to say that I wanted option one, if it hadn't been for Tom. He made his way through the crowded pub, and glared at Sathani as he spoke.
"Get out of here. Leave us alone."
"But…"
Sathani started to say something, but Tuomas silenced her with one single glance. She got up, muttered something under her breath about Watchers, and left. She had put another stone on the table. I wanted to pick it up and extended my hand towards it, but Tom grasped my arm.
"Don't. Didn't you hear what she said? 'Let me take all your pain away', right?" When I nodded Tom continued. "She wants to kill you. There is only one way to take your pain away and that is death."
"Maybe I should die."
I shrugged mutely, but he seated himself on the couch as well and forced me to look into his eyes. They were clear blue, filled with compassion. I wanted to look away but found that I couldn't.
"You should not die. You cannot give up. This is your destiny, Gin," he said softly. "I am with you, and so are Lucia and Natalie. You are not alone in life, although you might think that you are."
I smiled as he mentioned my two best friends. It was true, they knew about my Slayer activities and yet supported every step I took. But I wasn't that happy about the destiny part. Being the Slayer is my destiny, I know. But I never wanted to be a Slayer. I never asked for it. When I told Tom this he smiled and said:
"And I never asked for the Council to give me such a hormonal teenager to train. But I live with it, purely because I know that I have friends that I can count on."
"Now you're acting all grown-up and grandfather-like."
I pulled a face and laughed as he looked insulted. If every day was like this moment I would accept my destiny with a smile on my face. But this moment would go away, and although there are millions of them in a lifetime I feared that I had used them all up. One cannot live without a destiny. And if this was truly mine, then I would have to live with it. It is not that great to be dead, I think.
I was destined to become a Slayer. Like my family and some friends were destined to die. And that thought helped in the way my tears hadn't.
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* Taken from the debut album "Fallen" by Evanescence. Song's called 'Whisper'.
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