Chapter 2
"When judgement is passed on the ninth hour you spirit must cross or be devoured, the demons and angels will cry out in vain to claim your soul but not your remains, so all of the sins and decisions you made will be on the scale and carefully weighed, for this is the day when judgment is passed, the day of the first...and the day of the last."
She walked through the forest, running her hands over leaves, her feet barely touching the ground, her eyes never opening. She was one with the earth, and the sky, a being like no other in her prime.
Raising her head towards the sky, the sun played across her angelic features, and she opened her eyes and she saw everything.
She was petite and dressed in a flowing white dress, her long hair traveling over her shoulders and glinting silver in the sun. Smiling serenely, she crouched down and stoked a dieing flower, which blossomed and become something beautiful.
Turning around she opened her arms wide and another woman walked into the embrace, taller and more built, but still beautiful all the same. Her hair was a light brown and she was dressed in jeans and plain T-shirt.
"Willow, what are you doing out here? Giles's been asking for you for about an hour now and we couldn't find you" the other woman said and she had a slight English accent. Pulling away, she brought her hand to Willow's cheek for a moment before dropping it to her side. "There dieing aren't they?" she asked her chin shaking slightly as she held back unshed tears.
Willow frowned and averted her eyes from the other woman, "they are already dead" she whispered and stepped away taking the woman's hand in hers as they started walking back to the cottage, "I had the dream again, something is hunting them, Spike was there but I don't know where Spike is Kennedy, I see him but he's different, stronger somehow, the curse changed him." She told her.
The cottage came into few and standing in front of it was a man in his late forties, waving his hands to them as they walked toward him. He was dressed in blue jeans and a black T-shirt, casual and yet domestic as he stood there waiting for them.
"Giles, I missed you" Willow told him as she rushed into his arms and he smiled as he rested his chin on her head, hugging her back.
"I've missed you two Willow, and you as well Kennedy. I see all is well with you both" he had a strong English accent as he looked down at Willow with sadness written on his face, "I have news, not very good, but it is news..the girls are dead, the last one only last night, and I have no way of knowing if Buffy was one of the girls" his eyes were sad and tired as he looked at Willow, but she shook her head no and pulled out of his grasp.
"If Buffy was dead Giles, I would have known, I would have felt it and you would have too, but I had a dream last night, of the last one, and Spike was there. He's changed Giles and I mean really changed. I don't know what it is, but its good, I can tell you that." She told him as they walked into the cottage, which was filled with ancient books as well as pictures of her friends from years ago.
"Then I'm not the only one with the dreams." Giles started, then flopped onto a old couch, letting his exhaustion take control of him.
"No you're not Giles, not even close." Willow sat beside him and grabbed a picture from a stand beside her, "but whatever is going on, it has a lot to do with whoever is hunting the slayer's, and something very big to do with a certain town that I grew up in and haven't seen in seven years."
Giles nodded and placed him hand on his knee, looking over at Kennedy, who sat on the arm of a char across from them.
"You don't think something big is coming do you?" Kennedy asked, frowning as she nibbled on her lower lip.
"Not sure Kennedy, but I'm starting to think that there's gonna be a slight problem." Giles answered her, shaking his head.
Kennedy looked over at Willow and big back a retort, the silver haired angel wasn't paying attention anymore, her mind fully on the picture that she clutched in her hands. A picture of a group of friends, only 17 years old and very happy, a red haired Willow, a blonde haired beauty and a lanky brunette haired man.
Willow, Buffy and Xander.
(TBC.. Alright, there's the second chapter, if you want more, tell me if you like, tell me if you don't.. I gotta know, makes me want to write more)
"When judgement is passed on the ninth hour you spirit must cross or be devoured, the demons and angels will cry out in vain to claim your soul but not your remains, so all of the sins and decisions you made will be on the scale and carefully weighed, for this is the day when judgment is passed, the day of the first...and the day of the last."
She walked through the forest, running her hands over leaves, her feet barely touching the ground, her eyes never opening. She was one with the earth, and the sky, a being like no other in her prime.
Raising her head towards the sky, the sun played across her angelic features, and she opened her eyes and she saw everything.
She was petite and dressed in a flowing white dress, her long hair traveling over her shoulders and glinting silver in the sun. Smiling serenely, she crouched down and stoked a dieing flower, which blossomed and become something beautiful.
Turning around she opened her arms wide and another woman walked into the embrace, taller and more built, but still beautiful all the same. Her hair was a light brown and she was dressed in jeans and plain T-shirt.
"Willow, what are you doing out here? Giles's been asking for you for about an hour now and we couldn't find you" the other woman said and she had a slight English accent. Pulling away, she brought her hand to Willow's cheek for a moment before dropping it to her side. "There dieing aren't they?" she asked her chin shaking slightly as she held back unshed tears.
Willow frowned and averted her eyes from the other woman, "they are already dead" she whispered and stepped away taking the woman's hand in hers as they started walking back to the cottage, "I had the dream again, something is hunting them, Spike was there but I don't know where Spike is Kennedy, I see him but he's different, stronger somehow, the curse changed him." She told her.
The cottage came into few and standing in front of it was a man in his late forties, waving his hands to them as they walked toward him. He was dressed in blue jeans and a black T-shirt, casual and yet domestic as he stood there waiting for them.
"Giles, I missed you" Willow told him as she rushed into his arms and he smiled as he rested his chin on her head, hugging her back.
"I've missed you two Willow, and you as well Kennedy. I see all is well with you both" he had a strong English accent as he looked down at Willow with sadness written on his face, "I have news, not very good, but it is news..the girls are dead, the last one only last night, and I have no way of knowing if Buffy was one of the girls" his eyes were sad and tired as he looked at Willow, but she shook her head no and pulled out of his grasp.
"If Buffy was dead Giles, I would have known, I would have felt it and you would have too, but I had a dream last night, of the last one, and Spike was there. He's changed Giles and I mean really changed. I don't know what it is, but its good, I can tell you that." She told him as they walked into the cottage, which was filled with ancient books as well as pictures of her friends from years ago.
"Then I'm not the only one with the dreams." Giles started, then flopped onto a old couch, letting his exhaustion take control of him.
"No you're not Giles, not even close." Willow sat beside him and grabbed a picture from a stand beside her, "but whatever is going on, it has a lot to do with whoever is hunting the slayer's, and something very big to do with a certain town that I grew up in and haven't seen in seven years."
Giles nodded and placed him hand on his knee, looking over at Kennedy, who sat on the arm of a char across from them.
"You don't think something big is coming do you?" Kennedy asked, frowning as she nibbled on her lower lip.
"Not sure Kennedy, but I'm starting to think that there's gonna be a slight problem." Giles answered her, shaking his head.
Kennedy looked over at Willow and big back a retort, the silver haired angel wasn't paying attention anymore, her mind fully on the picture that she clutched in her hands. A picture of a group of friends, only 17 years old and very happy, a red haired Willow, a blonde haired beauty and a lanky brunette haired man.
Willow, Buffy and Xander.
(TBC.. Alright, there's the second chapter, if you want more, tell me if you like, tell me if you don't.. I gotta know, makes me want to write more)