Shadows of Fire
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*Chapter 6*
~(Ethan)~
One never forgets the dark arts.
Even when the ability to use them is ripped away from you,
The power to control the magic is always there. Dwelling inside of you.
Waiting to come out.
It has gotten me through many tough situations when I was younger.
Of course, it was me that started the situations in the first place...
But that isn't really important.
Alright, I've placed all the candles, bones and crystals in the correct positions.
I've got the spell memorized. The knife clean and sharpened.
Looks like I'm ready.
I do hope that I get a chance to pop in and see Ripper after this is finished.
Let him know who stole his power.
Gloat just a little. After all, he's going to have to give me the respect I deserve.
~(Buffy)~
You know, it just occured to me how it always seems that we're running out of time,
But also have a lot of time left over.
If someone were to walk in right now, they would think this would be a normal picture.
Nothing hellmouth-y about it whatsoever.
It's hard to believe that even though we're fighting this big evil, everything's so....normal.
Giles is leaning against the fireplace, absorbed in his book.
Dawn, Willow and Anya are sitting on the couch surrounded by notes and more books.
Cars are driving by outside.
People walking their dogs. (Stupid thing to do in Sunnydale at night.)
Xander's napping in the chair.
Andrew and the potentials are eating in the kitchen, again.
Spike's downstairs...
I wonder how he's taking everything…
Sighing I look back at the book given to me, though I know it has nothing we'll need.
So much going on and yet nothings happening.
It's so quiet. Even with the racket the girls are making.
This must be the calm before the storm.
Either that or a really, really quiet storm.
~(Giles)~
Something's coming. I can feel it.
I'm not sure what it is.
But I know the others feel something as well.
I notice Buffy looking around.
Not interested in research at all.
I switch between feelings of anger at her not doing more,
And admiration that she has done so much.
I can't seem to come up with the correct words to support her.
Everything comes out wrong.
I've distanced myself from her and everyone.
But I've had my reasons.
I hear Spike coming up from the basement.
I haven't gotten a chance to speak with him yet.
There's so much to discuss.
And right now isn't the time. I must focus on finding the correct spell.
~(Willow)~
Everyone is so serious.
Even before Xander fell asleep, he was being serious too.
I know this isn't a time to be joking and partying…
But the tension in this house is way too much for me to handle.
Something or someone is going to snap.
I knew there was something different about Giles.
I could sense it. But I didn't have the right to ask him about that.
Even now, I couldn't.
He helped me. And helping, rescuing me, from myself, caused him pain.
More than I knew.
He struggles with power. But he still has control.
Something I'm still learning.
Everything's a mess. Most of it's my fault.
At least I feel it's my fault. It certainly seems that way.
I'm sure everyone else is thinking the same thing.
I don't know where to begin saying sorry.
Apologizing for all I've done.
I know what happens after you snap.
I knew what I was doing... I just didn't care anymore.
I was wrong.
But in the past I did things because I thought it was best. For everyone.
I don't think I'm very good with making the right decisions.
I look around.
Someone is using powerful dark magics…
I get up from the couch.
I'm just about to tell Giles what I sense…
When screams come from the kitchen.
And at the exact same moment…
Giles falls to his knees, holding his head, screaming.
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Thank you Jessica! It's great having you as my beta.
*Chapter 6*
~(Ethan)~
One never forgets the dark arts.
Even when the ability to use them is ripped away from you,
The power to control the magic is always there. Dwelling inside of you.
Waiting to come out.
It has gotten me through many tough situations when I was younger.
Of course, it was me that started the situations in the first place...
But that isn't really important.
Alright, I've placed all the candles, bones and crystals in the correct positions.
I've got the spell memorized. The knife clean and sharpened.
Looks like I'm ready.
I do hope that I get a chance to pop in and see Ripper after this is finished.
Let him know who stole his power.
Gloat just a little. After all, he's going to have to give me the respect I deserve.
~(Buffy)~
You know, it just occured to me how it always seems that we're running out of time,
But also have a lot of time left over.
If someone were to walk in right now, they would think this would be a normal picture.
Nothing hellmouth-y about it whatsoever.
It's hard to believe that even though we're fighting this big evil, everything's so....normal.
Giles is leaning against the fireplace, absorbed in his book.
Dawn, Willow and Anya are sitting on the couch surrounded by notes and more books.
Cars are driving by outside.
People walking their dogs. (Stupid thing to do in Sunnydale at night.)
Xander's napping in the chair.
Andrew and the potentials are eating in the kitchen, again.
Spike's downstairs...
I wonder how he's taking everything…
Sighing I look back at the book given to me, though I know it has nothing we'll need.
So much going on and yet nothings happening.
It's so quiet. Even with the racket the girls are making.
This must be the calm before the storm.
Either that or a really, really quiet storm.
~(Giles)~
Something's coming. I can feel it.
I'm not sure what it is.
But I know the others feel something as well.
I notice Buffy looking around.
Not interested in research at all.
I switch between feelings of anger at her not doing more,
And admiration that she has done so much.
I can't seem to come up with the correct words to support her.
Everything comes out wrong.
I've distanced myself from her and everyone.
But I've had my reasons.
I hear Spike coming up from the basement.
I haven't gotten a chance to speak with him yet.
There's so much to discuss.
And right now isn't the time. I must focus on finding the correct spell.
~(Willow)~
Everyone is so serious.
Even before Xander fell asleep, he was being serious too.
I know this isn't a time to be joking and partying…
But the tension in this house is way too much for me to handle.
Something or someone is going to snap.
I knew there was something different about Giles.
I could sense it. But I didn't have the right to ask him about that.
Even now, I couldn't.
He helped me. And helping, rescuing me, from myself, caused him pain.
More than I knew.
He struggles with power. But he still has control.
Something I'm still learning.
Everything's a mess. Most of it's my fault.
At least I feel it's my fault. It certainly seems that way.
I'm sure everyone else is thinking the same thing.
I don't know where to begin saying sorry.
Apologizing for all I've done.
I know what happens after you snap.
I knew what I was doing... I just didn't care anymore.
I was wrong.
But in the past I did things because I thought it was best. For everyone.
I don't think I'm very good with making the right decisions.
I look around.
Someone is using powerful dark magics…
I get up from the couch.
I'm just about to tell Giles what I sense…
When screams come from the kitchen.
And at the exact same moment…
Giles falls to his knees, holding his head, screaming.
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