Accacia lied unconscious face down on the bed. Xander looked on at the body
of the wounded newly born Slayer and the witch. Willow was propped up
gently on the couch. Accacia's back had been badly burned from a fireball
that she had barely escaped. Willow was fast asleep, the power needed to
shatter the Oracle's magical barriers and teleport them to safety tapped
most of her strength. Xander was the only one intact. It frustrated him
that the others were on the brink of death and yet he had escaped
unscathed. He leaned over her and brushed the stray hairs out of her face.
*-*=*+*+*+*+*+*++*+*+*+*+* Accacia was now in a dream, her conscious mind was busy fixing itself. Synapses and neurons started reconnecting. Her heart diverted the blood that had made her brain swell to the rest of her body. Her subconscious was like a library that had survived an earthquake. There wasn't a semblance of order but the memories were there they just needed to be put back on the shelf.
Accacia danced, her legs swayed majestically over the tops of the hundred yellow flowers. It was a funny feeling, her arms were light and the wind tickled her nose. A glint of gold caught her eye. With a childlike curiosity she bent over to spread the flowers and uncover the golden object. It was a snake. Yanked from her pleasant thoughts she stood paralyzed before the hypnotic vampires.
Drusilla's eyes burned into Accacia's mind. She could smell the grave dust that lingered forever on the undead. Malice in her paralyzed body exploded once, the powers of the Slayer had been imbued into this girl. The entire fight she had with Drusilla played through with a flurry of kicks and punches. Methods of martial arts lost to antiquity moved her body, honed in the fires of rage. She slammed her fists into the vampire with precision. But the vampire was faster and seemed to have predicted and deflected every attempt. She could see the fireball coming for her back and the near miss that left her scarred and in pain. Drusilla licked her talon fingers and clacked them together. The flesh of seared dying Slayer filled her nostrils with a mouth-watering aroma. She stood transfixed with the blood rivers coming from the Slayer's back.
"It's been such a long time since I've tasted of Slayer." Drusilla's mouth widened. Xander connected his fist into Drusilla's face. She staggered back, stunned, that her trance was ruined. The vampire laughed. "The little toy soldier is protecting her."
"Yah well this toy soldier comes complete with holy water throwing action." Xander flipped a bottle of holy water out of his pocket and sprayed half the liquid into Drusilla's face. Her screams of agony were the last thing Accacia could make out as the golden petals encapsulated her.
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Accacia's hand caught Xander's before he could move the wisps of brown from her face. And in a forceful turn threw him over her bed and onto the carpet. The fear and rage boiling in her eyes faded away as soon as she saw that she had actually thrown Xander. "Oh Xander I'm so sorry! I was having a bad dream."
"It's okay." He replied dusting himself off and checking for any injuries. "Slayers have violent dreams and well some are caused by the venom from a glarguhl...karmanishik?" Stopping in midcomfort to try and remember the name of the demon. "Well let's just say I've been pummeled by my friends before and I'm still standing so I think that deserves a big Hazaah."
"So that's why the Oracle calls you the Loyal." Accacia opened up an enchanting smile. She scooted over and made a place for Xander to sit on the bed.
"Yah know I always thought if I was a super hero I would had heat ray eyes or be super fast."
"The Oracle has plans for you Mr. Xander Harris. She's seen it. And so can I." She said resting her head against his shoulder.
"You can see the future to?"
"No but I see you now and I can tell you are brave, smart, and your behind is cutting off the circulation to my feet." Accacia wriggled her feet from under him.
"You left out one thing, I also do great feet massages."
"Oh really?"
Xander tenuously placed his hands on her feet and pressed her arches with the flat of his palms. The tightness of her muscles relaxed as he circled several large knots on the balls of her feet.
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"Willow. Willow!" The Oracle's voice came weak through the din. Summoning enough power to break through a centuries worth of protective barrier left Will sapped and her mind wandered.
"Where am I? Ohhh..." The familiar endless blackness surrounded. Roads carved through the dark led near shapeless figures into further caverns on night. "I'm on the ghost roads...I'm dead!" Will began to hyperventilate.
"Willow."
The Oracle's pleas for her attention became a little stronger and floated finally to her ears.
"Oracle? Am I dead?" She asked looking around helplessly for any sign of a familiar face.
"No child you're very alive. But this is the only place I could talk to you safely. Please listen. You must make haste towards the dagger. It is the only thing that can kill those blessed with the second sight. And the Helm of Acathallah only with it's power would you be able to break the seal that hides the Borometz from this reality."
"Acathallah? Borometz? What?"
"Please you must hurry. Cassandra will surely find me out and that vampire is on the trail of the dagger and the helm if she gets both we're doomed. Go!"
Willow's mind tumbled from the ghost roads. Her body lurched up awakened.
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Hey guys, does anyone read this story? Lol just asking cuz I'm not actually very good about updating early but since Spring breaks coming up I'll have more time. So yah drop me a review and I'll get started on the next chapter, Cheers. ( Dane
*-*=*+*+*+*+*+*++*+*+*+*+* Accacia was now in a dream, her conscious mind was busy fixing itself. Synapses and neurons started reconnecting. Her heart diverted the blood that had made her brain swell to the rest of her body. Her subconscious was like a library that had survived an earthquake. There wasn't a semblance of order but the memories were there they just needed to be put back on the shelf.
Accacia danced, her legs swayed majestically over the tops of the hundred yellow flowers. It was a funny feeling, her arms were light and the wind tickled her nose. A glint of gold caught her eye. With a childlike curiosity she bent over to spread the flowers and uncover the golden object. It was a snake. Yanked from her pleasant thoughts she stood paralyzed before the hypnotic vampires.
Drusilla's eyes burned into Accacia's mind. She could smell the grave dust that lingered forever on the undead. Malice in her paralyzed body exploded once, the powers of the Slayer had been imbued into this girl. The entire fight she had with Drusilla played through with a flurry of kicks and punches. Methods of martial arts lost to antiquity moved her body, honed in the fires of rage. She slammed her fists into the vampire with precision. But the vampire was faster and seemed to have predicted and deflected every attempt. She could see the fireball coming for her back and the near miss that left her scarred and in pain. Drusilla licked her talon fingers and clacked them together. The flesh of seared dying Slayer filled her nostrils with a mouth-watering aroma. She stood transfixed with the blood rivers coming from the Slayer's back.
"It's been such a long time since I've tasted of Slayer." Drusilla's mouth widened. Xander connected his fist into Drusilla's face. She staggered back, stunned, that her trance was ruined. The vampire laughed. "The little toy soldier is protecting her."
"Yah well this toy soldier comes complete with holy water throwing action." Xander flipped a bottle of holy water out of his pocket and sprayed half the liquid into Drusilla's face. Her screams of agony were the last thing Accacia could make out as the golden petals encapsulated her.
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Accacia's hand caught Xander's before he could move the wisps of brown from her face. And in a forceful turn threw him over her bed and onto the carpet. The fear and rage boiling in her eyes faded away as soon as she saw that she had actually thrown Xander. "Oh Xander I'm so sorry! I was having a bad dream."
"It's okay." He replied dusting himself off and checking for any injuries. "Slayers have violent dreams and well some are caused by the venom from a glarguhl...karmanishik?" Stopping in midcomfort to try and remember the name of the demon. "Well let's just say I've been pummeled by my friends before and I'm still standing so I think that deserves a big Hazaah."
"So that's why the Oracle calls you the Loyal." Accacia opened up an enchanting smile. She scooted over and made a place for Xander to sit on the bed.
"Yah know I always thought if I was a super hero I would had heat ray eyes or be super fast."
"The Oracle has plans for you Mr. Xander Harris. She's seen it. And so can I." She said resting her head against his shoulder.
"You can see the future to?"
"No but I see you now and I can tell you are brave, smart, and your behind is cutting off the circulation to my feet." Accacia wriggled her feet from under him.
"You left out one thing, I also do great feet massages."
"Oh really?"
Xander tenuously placed his hands on her feet and pressed her arches with the flat of his palms. The tightness of her muscles relaxed as he circled several large knots on the balls of her feet.
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"Willow. Willow!" The Oracle's voice came weak through the din. Summoning enough power to break through a centuries worth of protective barrier left Will sapped and her mind wandered.
"Where am I? Ohhh..." The familiar endless blackness surrounded. Roads carved through the dark led near shapeless figures into further caverns on night. "I'm on the ghost roads...I'm dead!" Will began to hyperventilate.
"Willow."
The Oracle's pleas for her attention became a little stronger and floated finally to her ears.
"Oracle? Am I dead?" She asked looking around helplessly for any sign of a familiar face.
"No child you're very alive. But this is the only place I could talk to you safely. Please listen. You must make haste towards the dagger. It is the only thing that can kill those blessed with the second sight. And the Helm of Acathallah only with it's power would you be able to break the seal that hides the Borometz from this reality."
"Acathallah? Borometz? What?"
"Please you must hurry. Cassandra will surely find me out and that vampire is on the trail of the dagger and the helm if she gets both we're doomed. Go!"
Willow's mind tumbled from the ghost roads. Her body lurched up awakened.
(*(&*&(*&&))&^*(T^^&(&*
Hey guys, does anyone read this story? Lol just asking cuz I'm not actually very good about updating early but since Spring breaks coming up I'll have more time. So yah drop me a review and I'll get started on the next chapter, Cheers. ( Dane