The Prophecy of Winfred Burkle
Wesley sat at his desk, in Wolfram and Hart, feeling his heart pounding. His heart was breaking into a thousand pieces. Fred was gone and Illyria and taken her place. Fred's body was now nothing but an empty shell, a shell with a demon inside.
He had spent days trying to figure out how to bring her back and sadly had come up with no results. He missed her so much. Her laughter, her smarty comments, her smile.
Wes slammed his head into his desk. His frustration was more than he could bear. "Man, you need to take a break,"
Wes glanced up and saw Gunn standing in his doorway, "If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have all this frustration!" He snapped. He fingered with the pistol in his lap, debating whether or not to shoot Gunn.
Gunn slowly walked into his office and sat in a chair in front of Wes, "Listen I know-"
"Get out." Wes brought the pistol in front of Gunn, "I will use this."
"Killing me isn't going to bring Fred back."
"No, but it will make me feel a whole hell of a lot better."
Gunn got up and slowly left the room. Wes buried himself back into his books, he needed to work, if he didn't he would simply go mad. Out of sheer boredom and perhaps the need to feel important Wes turned to looking up prophecies.
They were the same old, same old; monsters and demons due to arise, apocalyptic battles, and the end of the world. Finally a small passage by the Vesicants caught his eye:
The child of a miracle worker will arise to defeat all evil.
Wes hadn't seen a prophecy about a child in a long time. Normally a prophecy referred to the person itself not the child of so and so. Wes continued to read:
This miracle worker will have survived many battles, demons, and even becoming one such demon, one even the oldest of creatures shall fear.
Wes grabbed another translation book and looked up miracle worker. In Vesicant society a miracle worker was basically a scientist. Wes put the book down and rubbed his eyes, could it be possible?
Wes worked to translate the rest of the passage, which oddly enough was not written in Vesicant, it was written in some sort of demonic language he did not understand.
Wes glanced up at a knock on the door, "Yes?"
Spike sat in front of Wes, "I know you're trying to mourn but I-"
"Spike, how good is your demonic language?"
"Not well, why?"
Wes pushed the book at Spike, "Can you read this?"
Spike slowly began to read aloud, "The child is due to be born in 1475 to a miracle worker and a, I don't know this word, a Kraskaki. The child will have the powers of an ancient demon as well as the power of the slayer." Spike slowly put the book down, and stared at Wes. "I know what Kraskaki is," Wes stared back silently as Spike said, "Watcher."
Wes leaned back, "Have you ever come across a prophecy that is not true?"
Spike shook his head and slid the book back to Wes, "This prophecy is talking about your child. Yours and Fred's."
Wes stared at it, "Why is it written in Vesicant and an almost dead demonic language?"
"Who cares!?" Spike said, "Do you know what this means?"
Wes nodded, "I'm beginning to." Wes leaned over and looked at yet another book. "Their year 1475 is equivalent to our year 2005. Meaning this child will be born by next year.
Spike stared at his hands for a moment, "This means that Fred is coming back! And soon!" Suddenly he stopped, "The child will have the powers of an ancient demon? Illyria?"
Wes leaned back, "I don't want anybody else to know about this."
"Why not!?"
"Because we need to do more research."
"Always my favorite part," Spike replied, sarcasm hard in his voice, "What do you need me to do?"
*~*
Lorne stuck his head into Wes's office to see Spike and Wes buried in books scrolls, "What are you two birds doing?"
"Research," Spike muttered, a pencil stuck in between his teeth.
"Captain Bleach is doing research?"
Wesley glanced up at Lorne, "Is there something I can help you with?"
"Yeah, the big man is looking for you."
"He'll have to wait."
"What is going on?" Lorne asked, "Wes I know you are stuck at a cross roads but-"
"Look Kermit, we are in the middle of some very important research is there something you need or are you here simply to sing 'It's not easy being Green' to us? You heard Book Head, the big man can wait."
Lorne felt stunned for a moment before turning and heading back into Angel's office, "Something is defiantly up with those two."
Angel leaned forward, "We need to find what those two are up two."
"Right, want me to lawyer man?"
"No," Angel said, "Wesley's on verge of killing Gunn, there's no need to bring him into this. I figure those two should just stay as far apart from each other as best they can, before they wind up killing each other."
"Good thinking."
*~*
It had been hours since Spike and Wes had started their research, most of the other "employees" had gone home. Even at Hell's law firm. "You know this is bullocks," Spike finally said.
"What? Helping Fred?"
"Yes," Spike said, Wes stared at him in amazement, mostly for ever thinking that Spike could be any help. Spike finally said, "It is prophesized that Fred and you will have a child. No prophecy has ever not come to play, so why are we bothering? What is meant to be is meant to be and that is all there is to it. Fred is obviously coming back, maybe not today or tomorrow, but sometime before next year obviously."
Wes continued to stare at Spike, "But we have to try and help her."
"Maybe we're not supposed to help her, did you ever think of that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Maybe someone else is. What's meant to be will happen. Maybe Fred is supposed to battle for her own body and soul, who knows?"
Wes stopped and thought about this, maybe Spike had a point. If they couldn't help her before what would make now any different? "When does it say the child will be born?"
Spike reached over and grabbed the scroll, "Sometime during the Passing."
"The passing!?" Wes yelled, grabbing another book.
"What?"
"The passing is the beginning of their new year, which takes place during mid February."
"Mid?"
"The date changes every year."
"Ah," Spike said, not really too sure of what that meant but he'd take it at face value. "So that means..."
"Fred must be coming back soon."
"In the month of June or even sometime before."
"Well is it March now."
"So sometime within the next few months Illyria will be destroyed." Spike started and then stopped, "It doesn't say anything about Fred regaining control of her body, it says she will have a child but Illyria has taken over her body and SOUL."
"Don't worry, I have no intentions of sleeping with an ancient demon."
Spike started to say something but for once in his life decided it was best to keep his mouth shut.
*~*
Illyria stared at the pink and red sky. It was beginning to grow dark and for that she was thankful. The light hurt her eyes. It was the only thing that hurt. For years she lay buried inside a coffin, which had laid inside a deep hole. She was free and yet she was still trapped. Trapped inside this pathetic human body with it's pathetic human soul and no powers.
"You must be Illyria."
Illyria glanced up and saw almost a split image of herself, "how?"
Fred shrugged, "I'm not sure, but the Power that Be wanted me back, and I know how to get by body back."
Illyria stared at Fred for a moment before turning back to the darkening sky. "How can you be? I own your body and your soul."
"Only fragments of my soul," Fred snapped, "And I'm prepared to take you out bitch."
Illyria glanced at her, but only for a moment, "So she knows how to use language, something the old you wouldn't have done."
"You may hold my memories but you know nothing of me."
Illyria turned back to the topic at hand, "And just how do you play to destroy me, petty one?"
"Just using something the PTB gave me."
"The powers that be, very cleaver. They must be worried. OW!" Illyria cried as a small jar pegged her in the temple, "What the-" She didn't have time to react as she was turned to dust and sucked inside the bottle."
Fred felt a sudden whoosh of energy enter her as she regained her body and her entire soul. She bent down and picked up the bottle and stared inside of it, "I told you I'd take you out, Bitch."
Fred pocketed the bottle and headed inside the building and into her apartment. It was bear, her parent's must have come and cleaned it out. She hailed a cab and headed to Wolfram and Heart.
She heard gasps and whispers from the few remaining people still working. She threw open the door to Wes's office. Wes and Spike glanced up from underneath a pile of books, "My god," Wes whispered.
"Holy Elves on Graham Crackers!" Spike screeched and they both jumped to their feet.
Wes ran up and spun Fred around in his arms, "You're here! But how-"
Spike sat on Wes's desk and crossed his arms, watching the two.
Fred hugged Wes tightly, "The Powers that Be, sent be back to destroy Illyria, as sort of another favor for Cordelia, and they felt they needed me here on Earth."
Wes kissed Fred passionately and Spike groaned. He stood up and separated the lovers. "Easy now, you two, get a room." He hugged Fred, "Glad you're back. I'll spread the word."
"Not just yet," Fred said, Spike raised an eyebrow, "I'd like some private time with my book man."
Spike rolled his eyes and left Wes' office, closing the door behind him.
"I assume Wes is still in there, brooding," Angel said, coming up with Lorne and surprisingly, Gunn behind him.
"Oh I wouldn't say brooding."
"What would you call it?"
"Just give him a few... or maybe a lot of time." Spike clapped Angel on the shoulder, "You'll know in the morning, I promise."
"Maybe we should check on him," Lorne suggested, "After all-"
"I wouldn't do that," Spike said slyly.
"What is going on?" Gunn demanded. Fred wrapped her arms around Wesley, "Being dead wasn't so bad, you know."
"But it's not as good as being alive is it?"
Fred kissed Wes, "Defiantly not. Anyways, I think we have a prophecy to fulfill."
Wes grinned, wrapped her up in his arms and the two of them sunk to the floor and began fulfilling the ancient Vesicant prophecy.
THE END
Wesley sat at his desk, in Wolfram and Hart, feeling his heart pounding. His heart was breaking into a thousand pieces. Fred was gone and Illyria and taken her place. Fred's body was now nothing but an empty shell, a shell with a demon inside.
He had spent days trying to figure out how to bring her back and sadly had come up with no results. He missed her so much. Her laughter, her smarty comments, her smile.
Wes slammed his head into his desk. His frustration was more than he could bear. "Man, you need to take a break,"
Wes glanced up and saw Gunn standing in his doorway, "If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have all this frustration!" He snapped. He fingered with the pistol in his lap, debating whether or not to shoot Gunn.
Gunn slowly walked into his office and sat in a chair in front of Wes, "Listen I know-"
"Get out." Wes brought the pistol in front of Gunn, "I will use this."
"Killing me isn't going to bring Fred back."
"No, but it will make me feel a whole hell of a lot better."
Gunn got up and slowly left the room. Wes buried himself back into his books, he needed to work, if he didn't he would simply go mad. Out of sheer boredom and perhaps the need to feel important Wes turned to looking up prophecies.
They were the same old, same old; monsters and demons due to arise, apocalyptic battles, and the end of the world. Finally a small passage by the Vesicants caught his eye:
The child of a miracle worker will arise to defeat all evil.
Wes hadn't seen a prophecy about a child in a long time. Normally a prophecy referred to the person itself not the child of so and so. Wes continued to read:
This miracle worker will have survived many battles, demons, and even becoming one such demon, one even the oldest of creatures shall fear.
Wes grabbed another translation book and looked up miracle worker. In Vesicant society a miracle worker was basically a scientist. Wes put the book down and rubbed his eyes, could it be possible?
Wes worked to translate the rest of the passage, which oddly enough was not written in Vesicant, it was written in some sort of demonic language he did not understand.
Wes glanced up at a knock on the door, "Yes?"
Spike sat in front of Wes, "I know you're trying to mourn but I-"
"Spike, how good is your demonic language?"
"Not well, why?"
Wes pushed the book at Spike, "Can you read this?"
Spike slowly began to read aloud, "The child is due to be born in 1475 to a miracle worker and a, I don't know this word, a Kraskaki. The child will have the powers of an ancient demon as well as the power of the slayer." Spike slowly put the book down, and stared at Wes. "I know what Kraskaki is," Wes stared back silently as Spike said, "Watcher."
Wes leaned back, "Have you ever come across a prophecy that is not true?"
Spike shook his head and slid the book back to Wes, "This prophecy is talking about your child. Yours and Fred's."
Wes stared at it, "Why is it written in Vesicant and an almost dead demonic language?"
"Who cares!?" Spike said, "Do you know what this means?"
Wes nodded, "I'm beginning to." Wes leaned over and looked at yet another book. "Their year 1475 is equivalent to our year 2005. Meaning this child will be born by next year.
Spike stared at his hands for a moment, "This means that Fred is coming back! And soon!" Suddenly he stopped, "The child will have the powers of an ancient demon? Illyria?"
Wes leaned back, "I don't want anybody else to know about this."
"Why not!?"
"Because we need to do more research."
"Always my favorite part," Spike replied, sarcasm hard in his voice, "What do you need me to do?"
*~*
Lorne stuck his head into Wes's office to see Spike and Wes buried in books scrolls, "What are you two birds doing?"
"Research," Spike muttered, a pencil stuck in between his teeth.
"Captain Bleach is doing research?"
Wesley glanced up at Lorne, "Is there something I can help you with?"
"Yeah, the big man is looking for you."
"He'll have to wait."
"What is going on?" Lorne asked, "Wes I know you are stuck at a cross roads but-"
"Look Kermit, we are in the middle of some very important research is there something you need or are you here simply to sing 'It's not easy being Green' to us? You heard Book Head, the big man can wait."
Lorne felt stunned for a moment before turning and heading back into Angel's office, "Something is defiantly up with those two."
Angel leaned forward, "We need to find what those two are up two."
"Right, want me to lawyer man?"
"No," Angel said, "Wesley's on verge of killing Gunn, there's no need to bring him into this. I figure those two should just stay as far apart from each other as best they can, before they wind up killing each other."
"Good thinking."
*~*
It had been hours since Spike and Wes had started their research, most of the other "employees" had gone home. Even at Hell's law firm. "You know this is bullocks," Spike finally said.
"What? Helping Fred?"
"Yes," Spike said, Wes stared at him in amazement, mostly for ever thinking that Spike could be any help. Spike finally said, "It is prophesized that Fred and you will have a child. No prophecy has ever not come to play, so why are we bothering? What is meant to be is meant to be and that is all there is to it. Fred is obviously coming back, maybe not today or tomorrow, but sometime before next year obviously."
Wes continued to stare at Spike, "But we have to try and help her."
"Maybe we're not supposed to help her, did you ever think of that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Maybe someone else is. What's meant to be will happen. Maybe Fred is supposed to battle for her own body and soul, who knows?"
Wes stopped and thought about this, maybe Spike had a point. If they couldn't help her before what would make now any different? "When does it say the child will be born?"
Spike reached over and grabbed the scroll, "Sometime during the Passing."
"The passing!?" Wes yelled, grabbing another book.
"What?"
"The passing is the beginning of their new year, which takes place during mid February."
"Mid?"
"The date changes every year."
"Ah," Spike said, not really too sure of what that meant but he'd take it at face value. "So that means..."
"Fred must be coming back soon."
"In the month of June or even sometime before."
"Well is it March now."
"So sometime within the next few months Illyria will be destroyed." Spike started and then stopped, "It doesn't say anything about Fred regaining control of her body, it says she will have a child but Illyria has taken over her body and SOUL."
"Don't worry, I have no intentions of sleeping with an ancient demon."
Spike started to say something but for once in his life decided it was best to keep his mouth shut.
*~*
Illyria stared at the pink and red sky. It was beginning to grow dark and for that she was thankful. The light hurt her eyes. It was the only thing that hurt. For years she lay buried inside a coffin, which had laid inside a deep hole. She was free and yet she was still trapped. Trapped inside this pathetic human body with it's pathetic human soul and no powers.
"You must be Illyria."
Illyria glanced up and saw almost a split image of herself, "how?"
Fred shrugged, "I'm not sure, but the Power that Be wanted me back, and I know how to get by body back."
Illyria stared at Fred for a moment before turning back to the darkening sky. "How can you be? I own your body and your soul."
"Only fragments of my soul," Fred snapped, "And I'm prepared to take you out bitch."
Illyria glanced at her, but only for a moment, "So she knows how to use language, something the old you wouldn't have done."
"You may hold my memories but you know nothing of me."
Illyria turned back to the topic at hand, "And just how do you play to destroy me, petty one?"
"Just using something the PTB gave me."
"The powers that be, very cleaver. They must be worried. OW!" Illyria cried as a small jar pegged her in the temple, "What the-" She didn't have time to react as she was turned to dust and sucked inside the bottle."
Fred felt a sudden whoosh of energy enter her as she regained her body and her entire soul. She bent down and picked up the bottle and stared inside of it, "I told you I'd take you out, Bitch."
Fred pocketed the bottle and headed inside the building and into her apartment. It was bear, her parent's must have come and cleaned it out. She hailed a cab and headed to Wolfram and Heart.
She heard gasps and whispers from the few remaining people still working. She threw open the door to Wes's office. Wes and Spike glanced up from underneath a pile of books, "My god," Wes whispered.
"Holy Elves on Graham Crackers!" Spike screeched and they both jumped to their feet.
Wes ran up and spun Fred around in his arms, "You're here! But how-"
Spike sat on Wes's desk and crossed his arms, watching the two.
Fred hugged Wes tightly, "The Powers that Be, sent be back to destroy Illyria, as sort of another favor for Cordelia, and they felt they needed me here on Earth."
Wes kissed Fred passionately and Spike groaned. He stood up and separated the lovers. "Easy now, you two, get a room." He hugged Fred, "Glad you're back. I'll spread the word."
"Not just yet," Fred said, Spike raised an eyebrow, "I'd like some private time with my book man."
Spike rolled his eyes and left Wes' office, closing the door behind him.
"I assume Wes is still in there, brooding," Angel said, coming up with Lorne and surprisingly, Gunn behind him.
"Oh I wouldn't say brooding."
"What would you call it?"
"Just give him a few... or maybe a lot of time." Spike clapped Angel on the shoulder, "You'll know in the morning, I promise."
"Maybe we should check on him," Lorne suggested, "After all-"
"I wouldn't do that," Spike said slyly.
"What is going on?" Gunn demanded. Fred wrapped her arms around Wesley, "Being dead wasn't so bad, you know."
"But it's not as good as being alive is it?"
Fred kissed Wes, "Defiantly not. Anyways, I think we have a prophecy to fulfill."
Wes grinned, wrapped her up in his arms and the two of them sunk to the floor and began fulfilling the ancient Vesicant prophecy.
THE END