A/N: ok. Primary I want to thank Jen for her review. I took some words and I acquired a beta and I wont be spelling Xander as Zander. Also - no, my original character won't be mary-sue. I don't know why were you saying that, 'cause her name is Marisuella, not mary-sue. Anywayz, I made my new chapter much more poetic and literary than the previous ones, so that it would be easier and more pleasant to read. Onto the story no.
And thanks to my fav beta Cantspell for proof-reading this!
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Chappie 4 - "Continuation"
That very same night Buffy and Marisuella went to patrol. Others were left in the room to look after Willow, who was in comatose state and surrounded by variously shaped bottles of water - there was syrupy water, and cherry-taste water, and soda, and water with carbon and without, for Willow needed miraculous amount to get better. Buffy and Marisuella were talking about Willow's condition.
"Let's talk about Willow's condition", talked Buffy, glaring violently into Marisuella's left blue eye. Marisuella didn't say a single sound.
"What have you done to my best Willow?" asked Buffy, because she wished to know what Marisuella is doing to her favorite Willow.
"I did no thing," replicated Marisuella, ingeniously shifting her right leg with her other one. But Buffy didn't leave her to rest peacefully.
"I know you did! Willow passed down after saw you she only!!!" whispered Buffy in a loudly way. Marisuella tilted her head and that made her marvelous hair, which so magnificently dark were as if forged from black obsidian, melted and then made into lightless sheets, so they were, waving in the air and crashing heavily below Marisuella's broomstick waist.
"That is because I am a beautiful woman and sometimes people can't stand my unbearable shining. I shine, Buffy. Because I'm beautiful." Patiently explained Marisuella, and her voice sang with billions shades in the shadowy sky above their heads. Buffy hissed in her mind, because she disliked not having shades in her voice as Marisuella did. Resplendence. Spitsbergen. Grenouille. Sternutation.
Soon, after a few minuets, a grand demoniac leaped out of the salix sericea. Marisuella shrieked as if Aurora's vocal chords had possesed hers own. Buffy contemptously regarded the panic of her half-relatively sister and shot out to fight the demon. After a few more miraculous medieval minuets demon got an upper paw over The Slayer and she was almost crushed down at the meantime as he spoke.
"we neeed sister just. u can go."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!! !!!" screamed Buffy as vociferately as she could. "I won't let my sister with blue eyes and vampiric unforce die!"
"she wunt dye, shell live happily everafta in our dyemansion." Reitareted demoniac to that.
"Ok." Agreed Buffy, watching as Marisuella and her defeatable demon shuddered and dissipated in a thin weary blaze of the twilight corner. The last she saw of her sister was Marisuella's fair face, conjuring Buffy's attention, and her crimson ketchup lips, wordlessly chanting syllables against her breath. Buffy waved her goodbye also.
She slumpily walked home, as she walked, she placed her legs one after another, and another, and so she made steps, and counted them as she reached her front door, for she didn't have any else to do, and her mind was empty. Empty as an empty glass, or unfull basket case, or something else, that didn't have any fullness in his/her shapely form. She reluctantly opened her door, knowing that she might see her best friend Witch in a half-life state. The door squacked as she opened them. It was dark. Buffy went and went and went but was unable to reach the end of her house 'cause she hit wall. Suddenly she was blinded by fiery light. Who Was That? Light? Buffy blinked fifteen times and the last thought, that crossed her cranium, was - "No. Light would be darker than this." And with this thought Buffy's body passed out, as if gotten too much shock from the evidently misshaped perturbance.
And thanks to my fav beta Cantspell for proof-reading this!
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Chappie 4 - "Continuation"
That very same night Buffy and Marisuella went to patrol. Others were left in the room to look after Willow, who was in comatose state and surrounded by variously shaped bottles of water - there was syrupy water, and cherry-taste water, and soda, and water with carbon and without, for Willow needed miraculous amount to get better. Buffy and Marisuella were talking about Willow's condition.
"Let's talk about Willow's condition", talked Buffy, glaring violently into Marisuella's left blue eye. Marisuella didn't say a single sound.
"What have you done to my best Willow?" asked Buffy, because she wished to know what Marisuella is doing to her favorite Willow.
"I did no thing," replicated Marisuella, ingeniously shifting her right leg with her other one. But Buffy didn't leave her to rest peacefully.
"I know you did! Willow passed down after saw you she only!!!" whispered Buffy in a loudly way. Marisuella tilted her head and that made her marvelous hair, which so magnificently dark were as if forged from black obsidian, melted and then made into lightless sheets, so they were, waving in the air and crashing heavily below Marisuella's broomstick waist.
"That is because I am a beautiful woman and sometimes people can't stand my unbearable shining. I shine, Buffy. Because I'm beautiful." Patiently explained Marisuella, and her voice sang with billions shades in the shadowy sky above their heads. Buffy hissed in her mind, because she disliked not having shades in her voice as Marisuella did. Resplendence. Spitsbergen. Grenouille. Sternutation.
Soon, after a few minuets, a grand demoniac leaped out of the salix sericea. Marisuella shrieked as if Aurora's vocal chords had possesed hers own. Buffy contemptously regarded the panic of her half-relatively sister and shot out to fight the demon. After a few more miraculous medieval minuets demon got an upper paw over The Slayer and she was almost crushed down at the meantime as he spoke.
"we neeed sister just. u can go."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!! !!!" screamed Buffy as vociferately as she could. "I won't let my sister with blue eyes and vampiric unforce die!"
"she wunt dye, shell live happily everafta in our dyemansion." Reitareted demoniac to that.
"Ok." Agreed Buffy, watching as Marisuella and her defeatable demon shuddered and dissipated in a thin weary blaze of the twilight corner. The last she saw of her sister was Marisuella's fair face, conjuring Buffy's attention, and her crimson ketchup lips, wordlessly chanting syllables against her breath. Buffy waved her goodbye also.
She slumpily walked home, as she walked, she placed her legs one after another, and another, and so she made steps, and counted them as she reached her front door, for she didn't have any else to do, and her mind was empty. Empty as an empty glass, or unfull basket case, or something else, that didn't have any fullness in his/her shapely form. She reluctantly opened her door, knowing that she might see her best friend Witch in a half-life state. The door squacked as she opened them. It was dark. Buffy went and went and went but was unable to reach the end of her house 'cause she hit wall. Suddenly she was blinded by fiery light. Who Was That? Light? Buffy blinked fifteen times and the last thought, that crossed her cranium, was - "No. Light would be darker than this." And with this thought Buffy's body passed out, as if gotten too much shock from the evidently misshaped perturbance.