Title: Key To The First
Chapter: …Words (9/?)
Author: Anna
E-Mail: mostunstableone@aol.com
Rating: PG-13… there's only one bad word. nothing worse than the show, though.
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Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS… if I did, well… a lot of stuff would be different *cough*Xander*cough*
Note: takes place after 'Storyteller'
"You're not Buffy." Dawn said as she rose from her sitting position, "And you can't stop us."
The First Evil crossed the cavern towards them, wearing a malevolent smile on Buffy's lips. "Is that what you think? Because I beg to differ."
It raised a hand and no sooner than it had snapped its fingers, a vampire appeared from a tunnel and rushed at Andrew.
Andrew screamed as he was pushed backwards. The vampire took one swing at him, and he was knocked out. Andrew's body slumped to the ground.
While that went on, Dawn grabbed her sword. As the vampire turned towards her, she swung, but missed by inches. It kicked her backwards and she was knocked to the ground. It followed and aimed a fist at her head, but she rolled and its fist hit the dirt instead.
"I don't have time for this." She complained, but the vampire didn't care. He dived at her, kicking and punching, and for a moment she was overtaken. She was backed up into a corner, without a weapon because the sword had been dropped under the powerful attack.
"Wow. You're weaker than I thought. I predicted at least another few minutes before my pet vampire snapped your pretty little neck." The First Evil mocked her, "Oh well, I guess you'll die a little bit ahead of schedule. I'll just have to have some fun with Andrew then."
If The First was trying to break Dawn's spirit with its cruel words, its plan backfired because Dawn was furious. The vampire's fist came flying towards Dawn's face, but with a renewed sense of strength she blocked the attack and countered with a swift kick in the stomach. Taken off guard, the vampire stumbled back. Dawn advanced, punching and hitting until the vampire hit the floor. A stake appeared in her hand, as if from thin air, and in one swift motion she staked him.
When she looked up, The First wasn't there. "Good, you're gone." She looked around, and saw nothing. "Now stay away." She said.
"Dawn… what… happened?" Andrew was waking up. She rushed over to him, helping him to stand.
"It's okay. There was a vampire, I killed him." She explained.
"Oh. Good. That's good." Before she could help him back to the circle, Andrew collapsed as his legs gave out.
"Andrew. Andrew! C'mon. We have to do this spell. Andrew. I need you." She pleaded.
His eyes fluttered, opening and closing, and finally he regained focus. Slowly, they made their way back to the circle of candles and with Dawn's help he sat down without falling over.
"Okay, I'm starting over. Just hold onto my hands." He nodded and took her hands.
"Child of words, hear us now. Child of words, we entreat. With our actions do we call thee, to our voices wilt thou bend…" She opened her eyes, peaking to make sure The First wasn't there. When satisfied they were alone, she continued. "With our lives thou took pleasure, using lies to harass. Your existence cannot be measured. Give thee substance, give thee mass."
"I thought I told you to STOP!" Dawn sighed with impatience and opened here eyes again.
"And I thought I told you to stay—Annabelle?" Upon opening her eyes, Dawn discovered it was Annabelle's body that The First was using. "You are so lame."
"I have more vampires on the way. They're going to rip you to shreds."
Dawn ignored Annabelle's voice, and returned to her spell. "Child of words…"
"Hello? Did you hear me? There are... hundreds and hundreds of evil, nasty vampires coming to kill you." It crossed its arms and huffed. "Aren't you gonna run for your lives?"
"Our lives aren't important." Andrew said. Dawn kept on chanting. "And anyway, I think you're bluffing."
The First considered this. "Smart boy. You know, you would have made a wonderful agent of evil." Andrew raised an eyebrow. "And you were right, I was bluffing about the vampires." It snapped its fingers again.
With perfect timing, a ten-foot tall, green slimy demon appeared. It had horns and blades all over its body.
"I know I really shouldn't lie, it's such a filthy habit. But isn't this demon just so cool? Look at him. He's going to crush you." It smiled and flipped Annabelle's hair over one shoulder.
The demon rushed at the circle of candles but suddenly he was propelled backwards. One of Dawn's hands waved in the air, and a faint green force field took hold around them. She kept her hand raised until the air around them was crackling with the raw energy of the key, all the while still chanting. When the force field was complete, Dawn returned her hand to Andrew's.
The demon was only slightly phased by the force field and continued to try and break it. He pounded and kicked at the air but nothing worked. He cried out in a vicious roar and kept on trying.
Andrew watched the scene unfold, noting every detail. If he lived through this, it would make one hell of a story. Suddenly he felt the absence of Dawn's hand and he looked back at her and gasped.
Dawn was glowing green. Not from the force field, but she herself was glowing green.
"Andrew, stay in the protective circle. I'll handle this." Andrew only nodded.
Dawn stood and stepped out of the circle. The demon seized the opportunity and rushed at Dawn, but she flicked her wrist and he turned to ash in a matter of seconds.
"That was so cool." Andrew whispered. His eyes glazed over a little. "Dawn is so awesome." He smiled as he watched her.
"How the hell did you do that? You're not even a witch!" Annabelle's voice called out. The First had not seen this coming.
"Nope. Not a witch." Dawn took her time as she picked up her sword again. She took a few more steps towards The First and it watched her with confusion and a slight hint of amusement. Dawn pulled the blade across her palm, leaving a long streak of her blood across the blade. She looked up into Annabelle's eyes.
"I'm something you can't even imagine." Dawn plunged the sword into Annabelle's gut and swiftly took it back out. "Solid."
"Hah! I'm non-corporeal. Notice my pain as the blade ineffectually passes through me. Honestly, you're going to have to do a lot better than-"
Dawn grinned as Annabelle lit up with a green light. It swirled around her, blowing her hair into her face and all around her. In a few seconds the wind and the light slowed down, and then stopped. Annabelle pushed the hair out of her face.
"What did you do to me?" It asked.
"Can't you tell?" Dawn said. Annabelle's eyes went wide. "I made you corporeal."
With that, Dawn launched herself forward in an attack. She sliced a huge gash on Annabelle's arm, ripping the shirt and covering her with blood.
Annabelle looked up. "Bitch!" She
shouted and she grabbed at Dawn. They wrestled to the floor and Annabelle got
the upper hand.
"You left me with this body, and
you left me with her potential slayer powers." It said.
Dawn kicked her off and she flew across the cavern. Her greenish color was fading. She looked to Andrew. "My spell is wearing off. My energy, it-it's draining. I can't-"
Annabelle attacked Dawn from behind, kicking her. Caught unaware, Dawn was rammed into the rock wall. She hit head first, and slid to the ground.
Annabelle laughed and turned to face Andrew. "Your turn, geek-boy."
Andrew gulped. "Uh-oh."
Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I'm on Spring Break so I've been hanging out with my friends. Anyway, please excuse my fight scenes. I'm not that good writing them, but they will do. We're close to the end. Maybe two more chapters left, although it could be more if I come up with something :)
