Title: Half of my soul and all of my heart
Author: ladydewinter
Email: ladydewinter@gmx.net
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: W/K first, but I don't really like them...so W/T eventually :-) And this is becoming B/S as well, it seems.
Setting: The story takes place roughly after The Killer in Me, so spoilers up to then. And if you have no idea about Season Three of Angel you'll be spoilt as well...so don't come running to me *lol*
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, Kennedy, Anya et. al belong to Joss Whedon and ME and - hey you know whom they belong to. The story however is mine. Oh, the title is taken from a book called "Magic's Promise" by Mercedes Lackey. And there may be quotes from the show included in this story - I haven't really marked them, but if it sounds familiar - I mean it as an homage, I don't want to violate anyone's copyright, really. Please don't sue me!
Feedback: Yes please!!! It makes me happy, and happy's always good!
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: Someone's getting chosen... plus the aftermath of the spell.
***
Things weren't looking too good over at Revello Drive 1630. Kennedy was breathing heavily, blood streaming down her face where a Bringer had managed to cut her. She was still standing, still fighting, still giving her best. She wasn't sure that was enough though.
She had no idea whether their original plan would work - whether Willow and the others would be able to unite the Slayer's power. But the First's plan seemed to work out nicely - the potentials were losing ground. Maybe it would succeed in destroying the slayer line after all. There hadn't been many of them - only ten - and Kennedy had already seen two of them die.
Another Bringer threw himself onto her. She staggered backwards, trying to evade him. She stumbled, for a moment fearing she would fall down. She wasn't sure she would have the strength to get up again. But then Dawn was suddenly beside her, holding her and defending her at the same time.
Even though she wasn't a potential she was dealing better than all of them together, Kennedy thought. She saw Dawn flash a decisive smile at her - we can do this, it said. They had to do this.
They were good - all of them were. The weeks of training had showed, every one of them had somehow found her own fighting technique. But the Bringers kept on coming - each time they thought it would finally be over, another group appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. And they were starting to get tired.
Giles and Andrew were over at the house, their backs to the wall, fighting off three of the First's servants. They seemed to deal okay. But Rona and Vy were in serious trouble - six Bringers had closed around them. Kennedy looked at Dawn, who nodded crisply. They rushed over to help them. Expertly swinging her sword, Dawn cut off the first Bringer's head. Kennedy copied here, and Vy and Rona had by then taken up courage again and managed to drive three more of them back. Kennedy and Dawn dealt with the last one together, stabbing him from both sides. They grinned grimly at each other.
For a moment they had time to take a short breath. But already they could hear more of them coming. There would always be more of them coming. Kennedy wished Buffy and Faith were here with them - and Angel and Spike. And Willow. And Tara. If at all, they should be together in the end.
In the corner ofher eyes Kennedy noticed the bodies of Amanda and Chloe. She forced herself not to look - she had done that before, horrified, and that had been when she had received the cut on her face. She once more wiped the blood from her eyes, hoping her wound would stop bleeding soon. She heard someone scream - Molly? She wasn't sure. She turned around to check what had caused it. And her blood froze.
Along with a dozen of Bringers, there was an ubervamp. No. Two ubervamps. There was no way they would be able to deal - she interrupted her thoughts. There was no way? There had to be a way. No point in giving up now. She touched Molly's arm reassuringly. There were all standing together now, having automatically reassembled in the middle of the Summers's front lawn.
"Let's split up again," she commanded. "We'll - we'll -" she didn't know how to say it. How to give them a courage she didn't feel. How did Buffy do it? She didn't care.
She grabbed her sword tightly. Then she noticed Amanda's axe lying on the ground. After a quick debate in her mind, she exchanged her sword for the axe - the better to slice the Turok han's neck, she thought grimly. Then they attacked.
They all knew they were losing. Even when more Bringer bodies fell - they didn't stand a chance against the ubervamps. Suddenly Kennedy found herself isolated from the others - and one of the Turok hans was coming closer. To her.
At that moment, she knew it was over. Oddly, a calm flooded through her body - she knew what she had to do. She'd go down fighting - protecting the world. Apparently, that was why she was hear. And she was glad.
She didn't let go of her axe when the ubervamp grabbed her by her throat. She held on to it, trying to free herself of its hold. She knew it was futile - that word rang a bell in her mind, something Andrew had said - Andrew was fighting with Giles... she was choking. There wasn't much time left. Kennedy closed her eyes.
Then she felt the Turok han let go of her throat. She fell on the lawn, gasping, trying to breathe. She heard a shrieking noise - it had to be the ubervamp. She opened her eyes and noticed a light coming towards them. It looked - like a comet. The Turok han was staggering backwards, trying to hide its face. It seemed to be afraid. Kennedy wasn't sure if that was a good thing.
But then she knew.
The light had come closer and closer, and had thus become brighter and brighter. It wasn't sunlight, but it still affected the ubervamps - causing them to fall to dust immediately. Kennedy started to laugh, when suddenly the light connected with her. Her eyes widened, and she gasped. She had never felt anything like it.
She knew the others were looking at her, amazed. She wondered what she looked like - she felt - beautiful. Powerful. Complete. As the power surged through her, she slowly stood up, axe still in her hand; realizing what had happened. It was dark again, but there was no need to worry. She had been chosen.
***
When it was dark again, Tara felt her body collapse. She had to take deep breaths, and she desperately needed to hold on to something... somebody... blindly searching with her hand, she found Willow. It didn't surprise her. She pressed her girlfriend's hand, glad to feel her presence. Glad to be still there.
She didn't move for some time. No one did. Everything was silent, and calm. There still seemed to be some kind of connection between them, because Tara saw the others even though she had her eyes closed. Anya and Xander were holding hands, too, both smiling slightly. Faith and Buffy were being held by Angel and Spike, respectively - both wearing a slightly confused, yet content expression.
Willow was the only one sitting up. She was watching her, smiling. For Tara it was as if she was still glowing. She was beautiful. She opened her eyes, almost afraid what she would see then. It was the same. Willow was looking at her. Tara sighed.
"You alright, baby?" Willow's asked her softly.
She nodded. "Just - kinda tired."
Her girlfriend's smile widened. "You were awesome."
"I think we all were." Tara started to get up, but Willow shook her head.
"Come here." She motioned to her lap. Tara smiled happily and lay her head on her thighs, closing her eyes again. She was so tired...
"Did it work?" She asked after a while.
"It worked." Her girlfriend gently caressed her cheek. "And we're all okay."
"You too?" Tara opened one eye to check.
"Me too. I'm - I'm better than okay."
"Why?" she was curious.
"Because you're here." With that, Willow leaned over to place a soft kiss on her lover's lips.
When they separated, they heard someone clear her throat. Anya. "Can you get up now? We need to get back to the house, to make sure the others are okay."
Grinning a bit guiltily, the two witches scrambled to their feet. While putting her arm around Willow's waist and pulling her closer to her, Tara turned to Buffy and Faith.
"How are you?"
Buffy smiled. "We're both feeling kinda wobbly, but so are Xander and Anya. And you?"
Willow nodded.
"Otherwise, we're okay. But - um, Willow? You think - do you have some of your witchy powers left?"
She understood immediately. "A cloaking spell?"
"Yeah." Faith grinned a bit apologetically. "We all probably won't be of much use right now over there, but those supervamps here might. And they won't leave us on our own except we're safe. Can't see their reasons really."
At that, Angel started to speak up, but Spike stopped him, rolling his eyes. "Let it go, mate."
"Sure," Willow said. "I think I can do that - should be easy. Don't worry," she reassured the two vampires. "We'll be okay."
They still didn't look convinced. But Buffy and Faith had both put on their own versions of 'resolve face', and finally they gave in. Spike placed a hort kiss on Buffy's forehead. "I swear, if something happens to any of you, I'll kill you. And Peaches here is going to help me."
Angel nodded, grimly. Both were still doubtful, but finally they turned and started to run. When they were out of sight, Faith sighed. "You sure you can pull this of, Red?"
"It's already working." Willow grinned. "We'll be alright. Can you walk?" she then asked the two former slayers.
"Yeah. Just - there's no need to run, right?" Buffy sounded slightly desperate. "God, I wish I were at home now. In my bed. Sleeping. I don't think I've ever been that tired."
The others murmered their agreement. They then started to walk in the direction of Revello Drive, Buffy and Faith holding on to Xander and Anya. Willow and Tara followed them, arms still around each other's waists.
***
Author: ladydewinter
Email: ladydewinter@gmx.net
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: W/K first, but I don't really like them...so W/T eventually :-) And this is becoming B/S as well, it seems.
Setting: The story takes place roughly after The Killer in Me, so spoilers up to then. And if you have no idea about Season Three of Angel you'll be spoilt as well...so don't come running to me *lol*
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, Kennedy, Anya et. al belong to Joss Whedon and ME and - hey you know whom they belong to. The story however is mine. Oh, the title is taken from a book called "Magic's Promise" by Mercedes Lackey. And there may be quotes from the show included in this story - I haven't really marked them, but if it sounds familiar - I mean it as an homage, I don't want to violate anyone's copyright, really. Please don't sue me!
Feedback: Yes please!!! It makes me happy, and happy's always good!
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: Someone's getting chosen... plus the aftermath of the spell.
***
Things weren't looking too good over at Revello Drive 1630. Kennedy was breathing heavily, blood streaming down her face where a Bringer had managed to cut her. She was still standing, still fighting, still giving her best. She wasn't sure that was enough though.
She had no idea whether their original plan would work - whether Willow and the others would be able to unite the Slayer's power. But the First's plan seemed to work out nicely - the potentials were losing ground. Maybe it would succeed in destroying the slayer line after all. There hadn't been many of them - only ten - and Kennedy had already seen two of them die.
Another Bringer threw himself onto her. She staggered backwards, trying to evade him. She stumbled, for a moment fearing she would fall down. She wasn't sure she would have the strength to get up again. But then Dawn was suddenly beside her, holding her and defending her at the same time.
Even though she wasn't a potential she was dealing better than all of them together, Kennedy thought. She saw Dawn flash a decisive smile at her - we can do this, it said. They had to do this.
They were good - all of them were. The weeks of training had showed, every one of them had somehow found her own fighting technique. But the Bringers kept on coming - each time they thought it would finally be over, another group appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. And they were starting to get tired.
Giles and Andrew were over at the house, their backs to the wall, fighting off three of the First's servants. They seemed to deal okay. But Rona and Vy were in serious trouble - six Bringers had closed around them. Kennedy looked at Dawn, who nodded crisply. They rushed over to help them. Expertly swinging her sword, Dawn cut off the first Bringer's head. Kennedy copied here, and Vy and Rona had by then taken up courage again and managed to drive three more of them back. Kennedy and Dawn dealt with the last one together, stabbing him from both sides. They grinned grimly at each other.
For a moment they had time to take a short breath. But already they could hear more of them coming. There would always be more of them coming. Kennedy wished Buffy and Faith were here with them - and Angel and Spike. And Willow. And Tara. If at all, they should be together in the end.
In the corner ofher eyes Kennedy noticed the bodies of Amanda and Chloe. She forced herself not to look - she had done that before, horrified, and that had been when she had received the cut on her face. She once more wiped the blood from her eyes, hoping her wound would stop bleeding soon. She heard someone scream - Molly? She wasn't sure. She turned around to check what had caused it. And her blood froze.
Along with a dozen of Bringers, there was an ubervamp. No. Two ubervamps. There was no way they would be able to deal - she interrupted her thoughts. There was no way? There had to be a way. No point in giving up now. She touched Molly's arm reassuringly. There were all standing together now, having automatically reassembled in the middle of the Summers's front lawn.
"Let's split up again," she commanded. "We'll - we'll -" she didn't know how to say it. How to give them a courage she didn't feel. How did Buffy do it? She didn't care.
She grabbed her sword tightly. Then she noticed Amanda's axe lying on the ground. After a quick debate in her mind, she exchanged her sword for the axe - the better to slice the Turok han's neck, she thought grimly. Then they attacked.
They all knew they were losing. Even when more Bringer bodies fell - they didn't stand a chance against the ubervamps. Suddenly Kennedy found herself isolated from the others - and one of the Turok hans was coming closer. To her.
At that moment, she knew it was over. Oddly, a calm flooded through her body - she knew what she had to do. She'd go down fighting - protecting the world. Apparently, that was why she was hear. And she was glad.
She didn't let go of her axe when the ubervamp grabbed her by her throat. She held on to it, trying to free herself of its hold. She knew it was futile - that word rang a bell in her mind, something Andrew had said - Andrew was fighting with Giles... she was choking. There wasn't much time left. Kennedy closed her eyes.
Then she felt the Turok han let go of her throat. She fell on the lawn, gasping, trying to breathe. She heard a shrieking noise - it had to be the ubervamp. She opened her eyes and noticed a light coming towards them. It looked - like a comet. The Turok han was staggering backwards, trying to hide its face. It seemed to be afraid. Kennedy wasn't sure if that was a good thing.
But then she knew.
The light had come closer and closer, and had thus become brighter and brighter. It wasn't sunlight, but it still affected the ubervamps - causing them to fall to dust immediately. Kennedy started to laugh, when suddenly the light connected with her. Her eyes widened, and she gasped. She had never felt anything like it.
She knew the others were looking at her, amazed. She wondered what she looked like - she felt - beautiful. Powerful. Complete. As the power surged through her, she slowly stood up, axe still in her hand; realizing what had happened. It was dark again, but there was no need to worry. She had been chosen.
***
When it was dark again, Tara felt her body collapse. She had to take deep breaths, and she desperately needed to hold on to something... somebody... blindly searching with her hand, she found Willow. It didn't surprise her. She pressed her girlfriend's hand, glad to feel her presence. Glad to be still there.
She didn't move for some time. No one did. Everything was silent, and calm. There still seemed to be some kind of connection between them, because Tara saw the others even though she had her eyes closed. Anya and Xander were holding hands, too, both smiling slightly. Faith and Buffy were being held by Angel and Spike, respectively - both wearing a slightly confused, yet content expression.
Willow was the only one sitting up. She was watching her, smiling. For Tara it was as if she was still glowing. She was beautiful. She opened her eyes, almost afraid what she would see then. It was the same. Willow was looking at her. Tara sighed.
"You alright, baby?" Willow's asked her softly.
She nodded. "Just - kinda tired."
Her girlfriend's smile widened. "You were awesome."
"I think we all were." Tara started to get up, but Willow shook her head.
"Come here." She motioned to her lap. Tara smiled happily and lay her head on her thighs, closing her eyes again. She was so tired...
"Did it work?" She asked after a while.
"It worked." Her girlfriend gently caressed her cheek. "And we're all okay."
"You too?" Tara opened one eye to check.
"Me too. I'm - I'm better than okay."
"Why?" she was curious.
"Because you're here." With that, Willow leaned over to place a soft kiss on her lover's lips.
When they separated, they heard someone clear her throat. Anya. "Can you get up now? We need to get back to the house, to make sure the others are okay."
Grinning a bit guiltily, the two witches scrambled to their feet. While putting her arm around Willow's waist and pulling her closer to her, Tara turned to Buffy and Faith.
"How are you?"
Buffy smiled. "We're both feeling kinda wobbly, but so are Xander and Anya. And you?"
Willow nodded.
"Otherwise, we're okay. But - um, Willow? You think - do you have some of your witchy powers left?"
She understood immediately. "A cloaking spell?"
"Yeah." Faith grinned a bit apologetically. "We all probably won't be of much use right now over there, but those supervamps here might. And they won't leave us on our own except we're safe. Can't see their reasons really."
At that, Angel started to speak up, but Spike stopped him, rolling his eyes. "Let it go, mate."
"Sure," Willow said. "I think I can do that - should be easy. Don't worry," she reassured the two vampires. "We'll be okay."
They still didn't look convinced. But Buffy and Faith had both put on their own versions of 'resolve face', and finally they gave in. Spike placed a hort kiss on Buffy's forehead. "I swear, if something happens to any of you, I'll kill you. And Peaches here is going to help me."
Angel nodded, grimly. Both were still doubtful, but finally they turned and started to run. When they were out of sight, Faith sighed. "You sure you can pull this of, Red?"
"It's already working." Willow grinned. "We'll be alright. Can you walk?" she then asked the two former slayers.
"Yeah. Just - there's no need to run, right?" Buffy sounded slightly desperate. "God, I wish I were at home now. In my bed. Sleeping. I don't think I've ever been that tired."
The others murmered their agreement. They then started to walk in the direction of Revello Drive, Buffy and Faith holding on to Xander and Anya. Willow and Tara followed them, arms still around each other's waists.
***