A/N: Hi, would just like to thank everyone who has reviewed this so far.
I'm sorry if you feel it's moving too quickly, however it had to be
done for the story. The purpose was to remove Buffy's support
network.
All comments are welcome and if anyone has any idea's I'll be glad to
Listen, any questions just email me.
Enjoy, Shelli
Chapter 4
Buffy looked around she was in a back alley of sorts: she could see a door, a wall and some trash cans.
"Great place you brought us too, Wes!" As she spoke Buffy heightened her senses, there was something off about the place it radiated power: there was magic in the air and it surrounded her, it seemed to be concentrated around the wall and the door.
Wes dropped Buffy's hand. "Sorry it always takes me a minute to get my bearings after using a Portkey." Wes removed the stick and what looked like Barbie's rucksack from his pocket.
Before Buffy could comment the bag grew in size and Wes opened it to remove.
'Is that a cape? Never pictured Wes to have that whole Anne Rice Dracula thing going on' She thought.
"Someone's coming" whispered Buffy
"Stay quiet and close to me," Wes replied as he placed the cloak around Buffy's shoulders.
Buffy looked down at herself and had to stifle the gasp of surprise- her body was gone! Wes quickly pulled the hood over Buffy's head and bent down to tie his shoe.
Just then two people emerged from the door deep in conversation, they cut off abruptly on seeing Wes. However once they noticed the wand in his hand they carried on over to the wall.
Buffy felt Wes touch her foot as he signalled her to follow him through the door.
They entered what appeared to be a bar of some sort. Buffy's senses once again felt that familiar tingle that she now began to associate with Wes and his stick.
"Tom! How are you?"
"Wesley! My god, what are you doing here? It's been a while." the Bartender replied
"Don't suppose you've got a room for tonight do you? I'm exhausted."
"Single?" asked Tom
"Double if you've got it, I like my space," Wes replied
Tom handed Wes a key saying, "room 418 Wes, anything else I can get you?"
"Could you please send up a plate of sandwiches, a pot of tea oh and a Butterbeer?"
"Sure thing I'll get a house elve right on it, we can catch up later- you look knackered."
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Wesley and Buffy made their way carefully to the room, being careful to keep Buffy's presence hidden. The food Wesley had ordered had already arrived.
Wes ushered Buffy inside then placed the strongest silencing and locking charms on the room that he knew. Once he was certain they couldn't be heard he instructed Buffy to remove the cloak.
"Are you ok?" asked Wesley as he handed her a sandwich and the Butterbeer.
"I'm back to fire bad, tree pretty. Are we safe here? Where is here?"
"I'm not sure, we could use magic to disguise our aura's in case they are tracking us with magic," as he was speaking he noticed Buffy close her eyes and mutter under her breath, a purple glow surrounded them both and then disappeared.
"Done," she replied "What else?"
Wes was shocked, he had read all Mr. Giles Watcher diaries right up until the failed ascension and not once was there any inclination that Buffy was interested in the art of Wicca, she always left that up to Willow. Mr. Giles had mentioned Willow and her friend Tara had been working together to develop their powers, Buffy had never been mentioned.
Buffy watched Wesley's expressions and sighed "Once we're sure we're safe, I'll explain everything. And maybe you could too?"
Wes could only nod in reply.
"You'll have to leave the name Buffy Summers behind you," Wes began and then stopped, he looked thoughtful for a moment, "there is someone I feel could help us, a relative of my mothers."
"Do you trust them?" she asked
"None more so, I would trust him with my life and yours"
Buffy observed Wes carefully, he had changed a lot since leaving the Council. Buffy delved into her new memories and the words of the Watchers Oath came to her. Both Giles and Wes had left the Council but she knew deep in her heart that they still stood by the blood oath they took to protect and guide her until the end of days, whether they be hers or theirs.
I'm sorry if you feel it's moving too quickly, however it had to be
done for the story. The purpose was to remove Buffy's support
network.
All comments are welcome and if anyone has any idea's I'll be glad to
Listen, any questions just email me.
Enjoy, Shelli
Chapter 4
Buffy looked around she was in a back alley of sorts: she could see a door, a wall and some trash cans.
"Great place you brought us too, Wes!" As she spoke Buffy heightened her senses, there was something off about the place it radiated power: there was magic in the air and it surrounded her, it seemed to be concentrated around the wall and the door.
Wes dropped Buffy's hand. "Sorry it always takes me a minute to get my bearings after using a Portkey." Wes removed the stick and what looked like Barbie's rucksack from his pocket.
Before Buffy could comment the bag grew in size and Wes opened it to remove.
'Is that a cape? Never pictured Wes to have that whole Anne Rice Dracula thing going on' She thought.
"Someone's coming" whispered Buffy
"Stay quiet and close to me," Wes replied as he placed the cloak around Buffy's shoulders.
Buffy looked down at herself and had to stifle the gasp of surprise- her body was gone! Wes quickly pulled the hood over Buffy's head and bent down to tie his shoe.
Just then two people emerged from the door deep in conversation, they cut off abruptly on seeing Wes. However once they noticed the wand in his hand they carried on over to the wall.
Buffy felt Wes touch her foot as he signalled her to follow him through the door.
They entered what appeared to be a bar of some sort. Buffy's senses once again felt that familiar tingle that she now began to associate with Wes and his stick.
"Tom! How are you?"
"Wesley! My god, what are you doing here? It's been a while." the Bartender replied
"Don't suppose you've got a room for tonight do you? I'm exhausted."
"Single?" asked Tom
"Double if you've got it, I like my space," Wes replied
Tom handed Wes a key saying, "room 418 Wes, anything else I can get you?"
"Could you please send up a plate of sandwiches, a pot of tea oh and a Butterbeer?"
"Sure thing I'll get a house elve right on it, we can catch up later- you look knackered."
***********************************************************
Wesley and Buffy made their way carefully to the room, being careful to keep Buffy's presence hidden. The food Wesley had ordered had already arrived.
Wes ushered Buffy inside then placed the strongest silencing and locking charms on the room that he knew. Once he was certain they couldn't be heard he instructed Buffy to remove the cloak.
"Are you ok?" asked Wesley as he handed her a sandwich and the Butterbeer.
"I'm back to fire bad, tree pretty. Are we safe here? Where is here?"
"I'm not sure, we could use magic to disguise our aura's in case they are tracking us with magic," as he was speaking he noticed Buffy close her eyes and mutter under her breath, a purple glow surrounded them both and then disappeared.
"Done," she replied "What else?"
Wes was shocked, he had read all Mr. Giles Watcher diaries right up until the failed ascension and not once was there any inclination that Buffy was interested in the art of Wicca, she always left that up to Willow. Mr. Giles had mentioned Willow and her friend Tara had been working together to develop their powers, Buffy had never been mentioned.
Buffy watched Wesley's expressions and sighed "Once we're sure we're safe, I'll explain everything. And maybe you could too?"
Wes could only nod in reply.
"You'll have to leave the name Buffy Summers behind you," Wes began and then stopped, he looked thoughtful for a moment, "there is someone I feel could help us, a relative of my mothers."
"Do you trust them?" she asked
"None more so, I would trust him with my life and yours"
Buffy observed Wes carefully, he had changed a lot since leaving the Council. Buffy delved into her new memories and the words of the Watchers Oath came to her. Both Giles and Wes had left the Council but she knew deep in her heart that they still stood by the blood oath they took to protect and guide her until the end of days, whether they be hers or theirs.