Everyone that wasn't undead stood silent, stunned as the sly creature
slinked towards them. Her entrance now known to the group, it seemed as
though they were transfixed. All of them stood in a line and watched
Drusilla's body slink and sway, arms carving rivulets of motion within the
air hypnotic and sublime. Following the entrance of this undead vixen was
Cassandra's sister, Dahlia her aged face not alive and young as her
sister's but twisted and gnarled with the powers and tolls of black
magicks.
Drusilla pointed at the Oracle and growled playfully. "Your sister's here you naughty, naughty girl." Her sentence amplified by a striking blow to the Oracle's face. Yet the others did nothing. They couldn't. The vampire laughed at her own cleverness.
Dahlia approached her twin sprawled on the ground. Her cold gray eyes flashed with malice. Willow could feel Dahlia channeling deep magicks, though she couldn't move. It was a spell older than those she knew of and with power only drawn from the First.
" Sister. Let me look at you." Dahlia's hands cupped the Oracle's face. Those gifted with a capacity for magicks could see black tendrils creep from her palms into the Oracle's face, sucking out golden energy. "My, my you look horrible." The wrinkles that cracked Dahlia's face now made deep gorges in Cassandra's. Dahlia's cruel hands let go when her face was as young as a twenty five year old.
The vampire took delight in watching the transmogrification from old to young. She did want to toy with the Oracle but there were others for her amusement. A demonic thought slithered into her brain. "The witch." Drusilla flashed a wicked grin at Willow. "Oooh I can feel it coming off of you. I can taste it. Black strawberries. Mmmm." Drusilla licked her lips, her tongue rubbing against her fangs and then the back of Willow's neck. Her cold tongue would have sent shivers up Willow's spine if she could have felt it.
Her body moving rhythmically, she danced within arms reach of Xander. "Ahh the Loyal. Good-hearted tin soldier, all bits of virtue and boy. But what's this?" Drusilla's eyes darting upwards towards Xander's eye patch. "The priest has taken your eye." She began to chant low and hushed. Her fingers prying back Xander's patch revealing the gaping hole underneath. "I can see my reflection in your eyes." Another giggle trilled out of her throat.
"And who is this?" Drusilla's attention turned now to Accacia. Her head crooked at an impossible angle.
"That's my sister's servant." Dahlia hissed.
"May I play with her?" Drusilla asked as she stroked Accacia's hair. "You know you look like Miss Edith." Drusilla's once doey serpentine eyes became wide with a look of exhilaration and shock. Willow could feel it, her still paralyzed body hummed with the vibrations of the scythe, the mystical energies of the Slayer.
Accacia's fist jerked out freed from its magical imprisonment and slammed into Drusilla's face. Drusilla was a half second too slow and she crumbled to the ground. She became the Slayer. Her body now a highly tuned instrument in the battle against these demons. It seemed that the entrance of this new energy disturbed the spell that had kept them all in traction.
"Bad girl." Drusilla growled and glared at the newly christened Slayer who was standing over her.
"That was for the Oracle and this is for the others..." Accacia pulled her arm back for the strike but instead she was caught by surprise.
"Rezonde!" Dahlia screamed and a ball of blue energy ricocheted towards Accacia's back. It was only her Slayer senses that prevented her entire back from being incinerated. Accacia made a tumbling roll to the left and felt the small of her back. Her fingers were wet with blood; instead of burning her entire back the ball had just caught her right side and made a large burn. With a whimper she tumbled over and fell unconscious.
Focused on trying to blow up the Slayer Dahlia didn't notice Willow casting a spell. Her hair now feather white, she fluttered her fingers and commanded the air to "ENCASE!" A white cage of light appeared over Dahlia.
"Xander get Accacia I'll take care of Dahlia." Xander scrambled over to the body of the fallen Slayer.
"You're young and ambitious, not as powerful as I am but your potential is limitless. Join me. I'll teach you the ways of a true sorceress. Stop these parlor tricks and learn real magic." Dahlia flicked her wrists up and the cage shattered. "Try this." Dahlia's head rolled back and her eyes closed. Words that were unintelligible and guttural poured like sewage out of her mouth.
Willow began to panic, her heart raced and every hope of winning seemed so far away. The grasp she had of the flow of nature was lost as her hair returned back to it's reddish brown. It was darkness now that flooded her head, feelings, memories of killing, and revenge.
"I must stop this." The Oracle said in a low voice.
"And how are you gonna do that sister? You're far too weak to even try a simple teleportation spell for one person let alone get all of them to safety."
"I may be. But she isn't. Willow help me please." The Oracle stretched an arm towards her.
"Okay." She replied rocking back and forth and breathing heavily.
"Borrowed power is so weak." Dahlia spat.
"Not hers." A golden rose appeared in the Oracle's hands. It's petals unfurled and drifted over Willow covering her in a cascade of gold, the other petals also fell on Accacia and Xander. "Keep them safe Accacia, go for the dagger and the Borometz." The Oracle's voice sounded hollow as the petals that had fallen on them became golden cracks in reality. All of their visions shifted out and the golden penumbra of the Oracle's sanctuary was replaced by the dull whir of a ceiling fan.
&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&** hey guys well I'm glad that I got to finally update and I'm sorry if this chapter isn't as good as the others it's just that I've been really busy with work and school so I can't promise another one any time soon I'm sorry. But if you're reading this please review so I know that there are people who still read my work. Thanks much love and a big hug,
Drusilla pointed at the Oracle and growled playfully. "Your sister's here you naughty, naughty girl." Her sentence amplified by a striking blow to the Oracle's face. Yet the others did nothing. They couldn't. The vampire laughed at her own cleverness.
Dahlia approached her twin sprawled on the ground. Her cold gray eyes flashed with malice. Willow could feel Dahlia channeling deep magicks, though she couldn't move. It was a spell older than those she knew of and with power only drawn from the First.
" Sister. Let me look at you." Dahlia's hands cupped the Oracle's face. Those gifted with a capacity for magicks could see black tendrils creep from her palms into the Oracle's face, sucking out golden energy. "My, my you look horrible." The wrinkles that cracked Dahlia's face now made deep gorges in Cassandra's. Dahlia's cruel hands let go when her face was as young as a twenty five year old.
The vampire took delight in watching the transmogrification from old to young. She did want to toy with the Oracle but there were others for her amusement. A demonic thought slithered into her brain. "The witch." Drusilla flashed a wicked grin at Willow. "Oooh I can feel it coming off of you. I can taste it. Black strawberries. Mmmm." Drusilla licked her lips, her tongue rubbing against her fangs and then the back of Willow's neck. Her cold tongue would have sent shivers up Willow's spine if she could have felt it.
Her body moving rhythmically, she danced within arms reach of Xander. "Ahh the Loyal. Good-hearted tin soldier, all bits of virtue and boy. But what's this?" Drusilla's eyes darting upwards towards Xander's eye patch. "The priest has taken your eye." She began to chant low and hushed. Her fingers prying back Xander's patch revealing the gaping hole underneath. "I can see my reflection in your eyes." Another giggle trilled out of her throat.
"And who is this?" Drusilla's attention turned now to Accacia. Her head crooked at an impossible angle.
"That's my sister's servant." Dahlia hissed.
"May I play with her?" Drusilla asked as she stroked Accacia's hair. "You know you look like Miss Edith." Drusilla's once doey serpentine eyes became wide with a look of exhilaration and shock. Willow could feel it, her still paralyzed body hummed with the vibrations of the scythe, the mystical energies of the Slayer.
Accacia's fist jerked out freed from its magical imprisonment and slammed into Drusilla's face. Drusilla was a half second too slow and she crumbled to the ground. She became the Slayer. Her body now a highly tuned instrument in the battle against these demons. It seemed that the entrance of this new energy disturbed the spell that had kept them all in traction.
"Bad girl." Drusilla growled and glared at the newly christened Slayer who was standing over her.
"That was for the Oracle and this is for the others..." Accacia pulled her arm back for the strike but instead she was caught by surprise.
"Rezonde!" Dahlia screamed and a ball of blue energy ricocheted towards Accacia's back. It was only her Slayer senses that prevented her entire back from being incinerated. Accacia made a tumbling roll to the left and felt the small of her back. Her fingers were wet with blood; instead of burning her entire back the ball had just caught her right side and made a large burn. With a whimper she tumbled over and fell unconscious.
Focused on trying to blow up the Slayer Dahlia didn't notice Willow casting a spell. Her hair now feather white, she fluttered her fingers and commanded the air to "ENCASE!" A white cage of light appeared over Dahlia.
"Xander get Accacia I'll take care of Dahlia." Xander scrambled over to the body of the fallen Slayer.
"You're young and ambitious, not as powerful as I am but your potential is limitless. Join me. I'll teach you the ways of a true sorceress. Stop these parlor tricks and learn real magic." Dahlia flicked her wrists up and the cage shattered. "Try this." Dahlia's head rolled back and her eyes closed. Words that were unintelligible and guttural poured like sewage out of her mouth.
Willow began to panic, her heart raced and every hope of winning seemed so far away. The grasp she had of the flow of nature was lost as her hair returned back to it's reddish brown. It was darkness now that flooded her head, feelings, memories of killing, and revenge.
"I must stop this." The Oracle said in a low voice.
"And how are you gonna do that sister? You're far too weak to even try a simple teleportation spell for one person let alone get all of them to safety."
"I may be. But she isn't. Willow help me please." The Oracle stretched an arm towards her.
"Okay." She replied rocking back and forth and breathing heavily.
"Borrowed power is so weak." Dahlia spat.
"Not hers." A golden rose appeared in the Oracle's hands. It's petals unfurled and drifted over Willow covering her in a cascade of gold, the other petals also fell on Accacia and Xander. "Keep them safe Accacia, go for the dagger and the Borometz." The Oracle's voice sounded hollow as the petals that had fallen on them became golden cracks in reality. All of their visions shifted out and the golden penumbra of the Oracle's sanctuary was replaced by the dull whir of a ceiling fan.
&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&** hey guys well I'm glad that I got to finally update and I'm sorry if this chapter isn't as good as the others it's just that I've been really busy with work and school so I can't promise another one any time soon I'm sorry. But if you're reading this please review so I know that there are people who still read my work. Thanks much love and a big hug,