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Chapter 20
Sunday evening - Rouen, France
Just as Wesley had predicted, on the third night the preparations were being made for the teleportation of Amy and the spear. He and Faith had gone out and fed before Midnight, and arrived back to see the circle being made with torches. There were several men walking in and out of the house. Wesley took out his picket watch and looked at it. The time was 11:55; the ceremony would have to start soon.
"We cannot let them finish the ceremony." Wesley looked at Faith and smiled, taking her chin in his hand. "Are you still hungry my love?" Faith smiled at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"I am hungry for many things right now." She reached down and stroked his growing erection. He loved it when she was so brazen, but unfortunately now was not the time for such actions.
"Later my Faith, later." He kissed her hard on her lips, and licked a small trickle of blood in the corner of her mouth. He put his arm around her waist and drew her closer. She deepened the kiss and thrust her tongue into his mouth in desperation. He drew back, remembering why they were there.
"Spear now, passion later." She frowned, yet knew he was right. The time was drawing near, and they could not allow their need for each other to make them miss their only opportunity to take the spear. They looked around the corner of the house and saw the men gathered around the circle, and then saw a woman approach holding what looked like a large arrowhead in her hand. They both looked at each other
"Is that it?" Faith asked
"It must be. Although I expected something a bit more elaborate. I don't see anything else."
Amy began chanting. As she chanted the flames of the torches grew higher and higher. Faith took Wesley's hand and he looked at her.
"Be careful with the fire. Let's go." They ran out from behind the house. Wesley attacked the largest of the men and tore open his jugular vein, leaving him helplessly bleeding on the ground. Faith was rushed by another man, who grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her off the ground. She took his head and dug her thumbs into his eyes, until she could feel his brain on the other side. She took the sword the man had in his belt and swung it at another attacker stabbing him immediately in the heart.
Amy watched in horror, yet did not stop her chanting. Wesley had grabbed another man and had twisted his arm so far behind the mans back that his shoulder had popped out of the socket. He then broke the mans spine with a swift kick at the small of his back.
Faith had begun fighting with another man who tried to run away, while one man had already managed to escape the carnage. That left only Amy. Wesley moved to her quickly and took her by the shoulders. She instantly thrust the spearhead into his side, just below his ribs. He grabbed her hand and screamed in pain as they both fell to the ground. Faith turned and saw Wesley drop. She swung her sword and beheaded her opponent, then ran towards Wesley.
Amy and Wesley were wrestling on the ground. They both held the spearhead in their hands. Faith came and kicked Amy in the face and she fell back taking half of the spearhead with her, leaving Wesley holding the other half. The winds started swirling within the circle. Amy held the spear to her chest and she was gone.
Sunday evening - London - McKenna Manor
Jonathan ran rushing to Angelus' room. He knocked on the door frantically. Angelus had heard men outside yelling and running. Something was happening. He opened the door and saw Jonathan standing in front of him pale as a ghost.
"She is coming." He said shaking. Angelus pushed him out of the way and rushed down the stairs. He went outside and saw a flash of light and then there was a sudden explosion. When all the dust had settled he saw Amy standing in front of him, with blood on her clothes. He ran towards her and stopped before he got too close. Amy fell to her knees.
"M.My lord," she held out the half of the spearhead to him, and fell to the ground. Angelus grabbed the fragment of the spearhead, and knelt down to her.
"Amy, what happened?" he grabbed her by the shoulders to steady her, but she fell to the ground. She moaned slightly then opened her eyes.
"They came." She coughed,
"Who? Who came?" asked Angelus.
"Vampires. They have the other half," she was wheezing, her lungs had collapsed, "there can be no power until they are united." Angelus looked at the fragment of the spear that he held in his hand. Amy looked at him.
"When. you have both, sew them into a leather belt. This belt will give you strength, and power." She grabbed him by the forearm, and gave him one final cryptic message, "Do not presume it is finished. They will come for you." Her body grew limp and she fell back. He reached down and felt for her pulse. Amy was dead. The teleportation was too much for her without the power of the rest of the group.
He stood and held the spearhead. It was the outer part of a spear. There was clearly a section that fit into the middle. He was fuming. Vampires.
"So Elizabeth. Perhaps you will have some company in your tomb." He looked at the men standing in front of him. "Bury the witch." He turned and walked back into the manor.
Rouen, France
Amy had disappeared. Wesley tried to stand but his knees buckled and he fell back down. His wound was bleeding and he felt a burning sensation.
"Wesley, let me see." Faith moved his hand away. The wound felt warm. She helped him once more to try and stand. He held the other part of the spearhead.
"We have to get back to the Inn." Wesley got on one of the horses. Faith looked worried, "I'll be fine by the time we bet there. We heal quickly, remember." They rode for 5 hours and arrived just before dawn. They hurried to their room and luckily were unnoticed.
Wesley took the spearhead out of his pocket and placed it atop a table. He sat down on the bed. Something was not right. He could still feel small amounts of blood coming from his still open wound.
"Faith, this is not right." she walked to him and sat on the bed. She removed his jacket and could see his wound was still open and still warm.
"Wesley, this is still bleeding."
"It burns Faith." They looked at each other, and then at the spear.
Chapter 20
Sunday evening - Rouen, France
Just as Wesley had predicted, on the third night the preparations were being made for the teleportation of Amy and the spear. He and Faith had gone out and fed before Midnight, and arrived back to see the circle being made with torches. There were several men walking in and out of the house. Wesley took out his picket watch and looked at it. The time was 11:55; the ceremony would have to start soon.
"We cannot let them finish the ceremony." Wesley looked at Faith and smiled, taking her chin in his hand. "Are you still hungry my love?" Faith smiled at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"I am hungry for many things right now." She reached down and stroked his growing erection. He loved it when she was so brazen, but unfortunately now was not the time for such actions.
"Later my Faith, later." He kissed her hard on her lips, and licked a small trickle of blood in the corner of her mouth. He put his arm around her waist and drew her closer. She deepened the kiss and thrust her tongue into his mouth in desperation. He drew back, remembering why they were there.
"Spear now, passion later." She frowned, yet knew he was right. The time was drawing near, and they could not allow their need for each other to make them miss their only opportunity to take the spear. They looked around the corner of the house and saw the men gathered around the circle, and then saw a woman approach holding what looked like a large arrowhead in her hand. They both looked at each other
"Is that it?" Faith asked
"It must be. Although I expected something a bit more elaborate. I don't see anything else."
Amy began chanting. As she chanted the flames of the torches grew higher and higher. Faith took Wesley's hand and he looked at her.
"Be careful with the fire. Let's go." They ran out from behind the house. Wesley attacked the largest of the men and tore open his jugular vein, leaving him helplessly bleeding on the ground. Faith was rushed by another man, who grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her off the ground. She took his head and dug her thumbs into his eyes, until she could feel his brain on the other side. She took the sword the man had in his belt and swung it at another attacker stabbing him immediately in the heart.
Amy watched in horror, yet did not stop her chanting. Wesley had grabbed another man and had twisted his arm so far behind the mans back that his shoulder had popped out of the socket. He then broke the mans spine with a swift kick at the small of his back.
Faith had begun fighting with another man who tried to run away, while one man had already managed to escape the carnage. That left only Amy. Wesley moved to her quickly and took her by the shoulders. She instantly thrust the spearhead into his side, just below his ribs. He grabbed her hand and screamed in pain as they both fell to the ground. Faith turned and saw Wesley drop. She swung her sword and beheaded her opponent, then ran towards Wesley.
Amy and Wesley were wrestling on the ground. They both held the spearhead in their hands. Faith came and kicked Amy in the face and she fell back taking half of the spearhead with her, leaving Wesley holding the other half. The winds started swirling within the circle. Amy held the spear to her chest and she was gone.
Sunday evening - London - McKenna Manor
Jonathan ran rushing to Angelus' room. He knocked on the door frantically. Angelus had heard men outside yelling and running. Something was happening. He opened the door and saw Jonathan standing in front of him pale as a ghost.
"She is coming." He said shaking. Angelus pushed him out of the way and rushed down the stairs. He went outside and saw a flash of light and then there was a sudden explosion. When all the dust had settled he saw Amy standing in front of him, with blood on her clothes. He ran towards her and stopped before he got too close. Amy fell to her knees.
"M.My lord," she held out the half of the spearhead to him, and fell to the ground. Angelus grabbed the fragment of the spearhead, and knelt down to her.
"Amy, what happened?" he grabbed her by the shoulders to steady her, but she fell to the ground. She moaned slightly then opened her eyes.
"They came." She coughed,
"Who? Who came?" asked Angelus.
"Vampires. They have the other half," she was wheezing, her lungs had collapsed, "there can be no power until they are united." Angelus looked at the fragment of the spear that he held in his hand. Amy looked at him.
"When. you have both, sew them into a leather belt. This belt will give you strength, and power." She grabbed him by the forearm, and gave him one final cryptic message, "Do not presume it is finished. They will come for you." Her body grew limp and she fell back. He reached down and felt for her pulse. Amy was dead. The teleportation was too much for her without the power of the rest of the group.
He stood and held the spearhead. It was the outer part of a spear. There was clearly a section that fit into the middle. He was fuming. Vampires.
"So Elizabeth. Perhaps you will have some company in your tomb." He looked at the men standing in front of him. "Bury the witch." He turned and walked back into the manor.
Rouen, France
Amy had disappeared. Wesley tried to stand but his knees buckled and he fell back down. His wound was bleeding and he felt a burning sensation.
"Wesley, let me see." Faith moved his hand away. The wound felt warm. She helped him once more to try and stand. He held the other part of the spearhead.
"We have to get back to the Inn." Wesley got on one of the horses. Faith looked worried, "I'll be fine by the time we bet there. We heal quickly, remember." They rode for 5 hours and arrived just before dawn. They hurried to their room and luckily were unnoticed.
Wesley took the spearhead out of his pocket and placed it atop a table. He sat down on the bed. Something was not right. He could still feel small amounts of blood coming from his still open wound.
"Faith, this is not right." she walked to him and sat on the bed. She removed his jacket and could see his wound was still open and still warm.
"Wesley, this is still bleeding."
"It burns Faith." They looked at each other, and then at the spear.