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Niether Spike or Willow left Ryan's side, even right through midnight the next night.
"Isn't he supposed to wake up?" Willow asked timidly.
"He should be up already. I don't know why he's not." The older vampire inched closer and acctually ran a hand through Ryan's hair. He was so still it kind of freaked Willow out, then she reminded herself they were waiting for a new vampire to wake up. She wondered what he would look like with a demon face.
She didn't have to wonder much longer.
A small movement caught her eye, and it was Spike's bite closing up. Strangely interested, Willow watched Ryan's face turn for the first time. The weirdest thing, was he seemed more defined than Spike or any other vampire that she'd seen.
Ryan moaned as he brought his arms over his head. Genuine shock came over Willow when Spike lay parrallel to him with a hand on his back and said, "Shhh..."
"Why's there so many people here?" he murmured. "They're all talking... shouting."
"It'll pass in a little bit. Everything's alright."
"Make them shut up."
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Colin grabbed his head as the sound of someone screaming filled it.
"Colin? Are you alright?"
"Is someone screaming?"
Deb shook her head warily as her husband groaned and clutched his head harder.
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"MOMMA!!"
Pat hurried into her daughter's room to find the blond sitting up with a pillow folded over her head, wimpering.
"Kenz, sweetie?"
"Yelling... Who's yelling?"
"No one, baby."
"It... it sounds like Dad..."
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The tall vampire on the floor screamed... loudly. Spike and Willow screamed as well. It seemed to them Ryan was even screaming in their heads, coupled with the fact that he was right in front of them, just made it worse.
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Giles was sitting at home waiting for news on Ryan, since there was really no need for him to be there, when someone burst through the front door carrying a stack of papers. Over them he could just see Wesley Whyndm- Price's head, who didn't look like a watcher anymore(which he reminded himself that niether of them were now).
"Can-can I help you?"
"Yes," Wes said quickly. "Get these off me." Giles lowered the papers down to his desk. "All of them are written in Sumarian. I know it's strange, but they're translated into Norwiegien."
"Norwiegien written in Sumarian. Never heard of that before."
"I think it's some sort of prophecy, but I was never really good in Sumarian so I thought to come to you. I only got past the first part. which is 'Blod knytt'. Blood tied."
"'Det to ganger vendt, som vÆrer bundet til vennen, datteren, stamfaren, og elskeren. Ved sinn, sjel, og kropp. Greatgrand -stamfar fører hans fall, og storartet stamfar fører ham rygger.
"'Vennen, datteren, stamfaren og elskeren tegner hans sinn og hans sjelrygg til dimensjonen, mens storartet stamfar fører tilbake hans kropp med med hennes rå kjærlighet, og han temmer henne.'
"'The twice-turned, bound to the friend, the daughter, the sire, and the lover. By mind, soul, and body. The greatgrand -sire shall bring his fall, and the grand-sire shall bring him back.
"'The friend, the daughter, the sire and the lover will draw his mind and his soul back to the dimension, while the grand-sire brings back his body with with her raw love, and he will tame her'. Damn."
"Would it mean bound by blood? And if so, who are they all?"
The older man said nothing as he reached for the phone.
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His head finally cleared and Ryan looked to the others beside him. They were both unconcious. Father, he knew, was already dead, but he also knew the girl wasn't.
And though he tried as hard as he could, he still couldn't hear her heartbeat, or feel a pulse. Her blood was still there, as he could smell it, and no marks, but her body was cold. Well, technically room temperature.
He could hear a little voice in the back of his mind saying, 'She's already out. Why not have a little snack? A little witch would taste very good.' And a louder voice said, "No, wait until you know if she's acctually dead.'
Since there was nothing he could do for her, Ryan turned his attention back to Father. His demon was at the surface and Ryan worried about checking him. He might not be allowed to touch him, and he would be punished if he did something that he wasn't allowed to.
On that note, he sat back on his heels and waited for Father to wake up.
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Niether Spike or Willow left Ryan's side, even right through midnight the next night.
"Isn't he supposed to wake up?" Willow asked timidly.
"He should be up already. I don't know why he's not." The older vampire inched closer and acctually ran a hand through Ryan's hair. He was so still it kind of freaked Willow out, then she reminded herself they were waiting for a new vampire to wake up. She wondered what he would look like with a demon face.
She didn't have to wonder much longer.
A small movement caught her eye, and it was Spike's bite closing up. Strangely interested, Willow watched Ryan's face turn for the first time. The weirdest thing, was he seemed more defined than Spike or any other vampire that she'd seen.
Ryan moaned as he brought his arms over his head. Genuine shock came over Willow when Spike lay parrallel to him with a hand on his back and said, "Shhh..."
"Why's there so many people here?" he murmured. "They're all talking... shouting."
"It'll pass in a little bit. Everything's alright."
"Make them shut up."
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Colin grabbed his head as the sound of someone screaming filled it.
"Colin? Are you alright?"
"Is someone screaming?"
Deb shook her head warily as her husband groaned and clutched his head harder.
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"MOMMA!!"
Pat hurried into her daughter's room to find the blond sitting up with a pillow folded over her head, wimpering.
"Kenz, sweetie?"
"Yelling... Who's yelling?"
"No one, baby."
"It... it sounds like Dad..."
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The tall vampire on the floor screamed... loudly. Spike and Willow screamed as well. It seemed to them Ryan was even screaming in their heads, coupled with the fact that he was right in front of them, just made it worse.
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Giles was sitting at home waiting for news on Ryan, since there was really no need for him to be there, when someone burst through the front door carrying a stack of papers. Over them he could just see Wesley Whyndm- Price's head, who didn't look like a watcher anymore(which he reminded himself that niether of them were now).
"Can-can I help you?"
"Yes," Wes said quickly. "Get these off me." Giles lowered the papers down to his desk. "All of them are written in Sumarian. I know it's strange, but they're translated into Norwiegien."
"Norwiegien written in Sumarian. Never heard of that before."
"I think it's some sort of prophecy, but I was never really good in Sumarian so I thought to come to you. I only got past the first part. which is 'Blod knytt'. Blood tied."
"'Det to ganger vendt, som vÆrer bundet til vennen, datteren, stamfaren, og elskeren. Ved sinn, sjel, og kropp. Greatgrand -stamfar fører hans fall, og storartet stamfar fører ham rygger.
"'Vennen, datteren, stamfaren og elskeren tegner hans sinn og hans sjelrygg til dimensjonen, mens storartet stamfar fører tilbake hans kropp med med hennes rå kjærlighet, og han temmer henne.'
"'The twice-turned, bound to the friend, the daughter, the sire, and the lover. By mind, soul, and body. The greatgrand -sire shall bring his fall, and the grand-sire shall bring him back.
"'The friend, the daughter, the sire and the lover will draw his mind and his soul back to the dimension, while the grand-sire brings back his body with with her raw love, and he will tame her'. Damn."
"Would it mean bound by blood? And if so, who are they all?"
The older man said nothing as he reached for the phone.
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His head finally cleared and Ryan looked to the others beside him. They were both unconcious. Father, he knew, was already dead, but he also knew the girl wasn't.
And though he tried as hard as he could, he still couldn't hear her heartbeat, or feel a pulse. Her blood was still there, as he could smell it, and no marks, but her body was cold. Well, technically room temperature.
He could hear a little voice in the back of his mind saying, 'She's already out. Why not have a little snack? A little witch would taste very good.' And a louder voice said, "No, wait until you know if she's acctually dead.'
Since there was nothing he could do for her, Ryan turned his attention back to Father. His demon was at the surface and Ryan worried about checking him. He might not be allowed to touch him, and he would be punished if he did something that he wasn't allowed to.
On that note, he sat back on his heels and waited for Father to wake up.
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