A/N: I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up, I will try and get a
longer chapter out soon! Real life is getting heavy the now, between
working studying, exams, graduation, planning my wedding and everything I
don't have as much spare time on my hands.
I don't like rushing the chapters out either; I have to be sure they are just right before posting.
Thanks once again to Emmy, my ever wonderful Beta. Hope the move goes smoothly! My inspiration for this chapter came from her!!
All reviews and comments have been greatly appreciated! I promise things will start to become clearer in the next few chapters, some questions will be answered!!!
Chapter 7
Uncle Albus,
I need you,
Wesley
Wesley looked at the note again, he knew it was brief, he just hoped it was enough. Looking into the bag he removed a small wooden box, from the box he removed a handkerchief and slowly unfolded it.
Buffy was watching Wes with interest, he was staring at a small silver whistle after a few minutes he blew into the whistle.
No sound came.
'Maybe it's broken,' Buffy thought.
Just then a large bird appeared on the table beside Wes, it was the most beautiful thing Buffy had ever seen. The bird in question trilled as it looked at Wesley, the noise sent a warm tingle down Buffy's spine.
Wesley slowly reached out his hand to the bird and stroked his head the bird leaned into his hand and then turned towards Buffy. It looked back and forth between the two as if it was waiting for an introduction.
"Buffy, this is Fawkes, my Uncle Albus's phoenix, Fawkes this is Buffy Summers, the vampire slayer"
Fawkes extended a wing to Buffy which she cautiously accepted, her eyes never leaving those of the phoenix. On first contact Buffy felt a warm tingle down her spine followed rapidly with images playing in her mind. She saw Fawkes many lives played out before her, and felt his loyalty to Albus as she witnessed their many adventures together.
Fawkes in turn witnessed Buffy's life and her many battles he was determined to help the slayer, although she never rose from her own ashes she too had returned from death and Fawkes felt a kinship with the human girl.
Wesley was oblivious to the interaction between the slayer and the phoenix. "We need your help, could you take this to Uncle Albus and bring him here? I don't want to write to much on the note incase anyone sees it" Wesley said when he eventually found his voice.
Fawkes trilled in response, took the note in his beak and disappeared with a loud pop.
Buffy had watched the scene with interest, she knew there was some history with his Uncle, she just hoped he was one of the good guys as Wesley thought.
Silently Buffy approached Wes and gave him a gentle hug, and he reciprocated gratefully. They both knew there were a lot of secrets hiding in both their pasts and they were going to have to confide and trust in each other if they were going to get through this.
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Buffy listened to Wesley's story as he informed her of the Wizarding world and its main players, as they awaited a reply from Fawkes or Albus. Wesley knew Buffy was avoiding the upcoming confessions and explanations that were ahead, however he was grateful that she didn't push. The information he told her she would have to know at some point and it made sense not to repeat everything when they finally met with Albus.
Buffy was shocked as she listened to the story of the rise and fall of Lord Voldemort and felt a certain kinship with the boy who was responsible for his defeat.
"And I thought I had problems, in a way it's nice to know that there are still people willing to do the right thing no matter what it costs them, you know?"
Wesley nodded and Buffy continued her rant, "I mean, for so long I was told I was the only one. THE only ONE to fight the creatures of darkness...then Kendra came along and I was grateful. I thought I must have down something right and the powers were rewarding me, letting me share the burden," Buffy took a sip of water and Wesley waited for her to continue.
"But.... Look what happened to her! She had her throat slit by Druscilla protecting MY friends, MY watcher... and then came Faith; we had our ups and downs you know. Everyone loved her at first, then they wanted her to be more like me and she wanted me to be more like her. Don't get me wrong, I did too, for a while... She was so free, took everything in her stride then I realised that she hadn't accepted her destiny, and for as much as I hated mine I had resigned myself to it. She hadn't and it made her vulnerable. When she turned on me, it was like the ultimate betrayal you know... worse than the Cruciamentum, worse than Angelus 'cause she was ME. In some twisted way she was the other part of me, my other half and not just the slayer part of me she was my sister, I should have helped her, protected her and I didn't. I put her in a coma and left her in a hospital for them to find and slit her throat cos they need a slayer to be their puppet and we were strong enough to say NO."
The tears were flowing freely down both their faces; they almost didn't hear the pop from behind Buffy. The slayer was on her feet with a dagger at the strangers throat before anyone in the room had blinked.
I don't like rushing the chapters out either; I have to be sure they are just right before posting.
Thanks once again to Emmy, my ever wonderful Beta. Hope the move goes smoothly! My inspiration for this chapter came from her!!
All reviews and comments have been greatly appreciated! I promise things will start to become clearer in the next few chapters, some questions will be answered!!!
Chapter 7
Uncle Albus,
I need you,
Wesley
Wesley looked at the note again, he knew it was brief, he just hoped it was enough. Looking into the bag he removed a small wooden box, from the box he removed a handkerchief and slowly unfolded it.
Buffy was watching Wes with interest, he was staring at a small silver whistle after a few minutes he blew into the whistle.
No sound came.
'Maybe it's broken,' Buffy thought.
Just then a large bird appeared on the table beside Wes, it was the most beautiful thing Buffy had ever seen. The bird in question trilled as it looked at Wesley, the noise sent a warm tingle down Buffy's spine.
Wesley slowly reached out his hand to the bird and stroked his head the bird leaned into his hand and then turned towards Buffy. It looked back and forth between the two as if it was waiting for an introduction.
"Buffy, this is Fawkes, my Uncle Albus's phoenix, Fawkes this is Buffy Summers, the vampire slayer"
Fawkes extended a wing to Buffy which she cautiously accepted, her eyes never leaving those of the phoenix. On first contact Buffy felt a warm tingle down her spine followed rapidly with images playing in her mind. She saw Fawkes many lives played out before her, and felt his loyalty to Albus as she witnessed their many adventures together.
Fawkes in turn witnessed Buffy's life and her many battles he was determined to help the slayer, although she never rose from her own ashes she too had returned from death and Fawkes felt a kinship with the human girl.
Wesley was oblivious to the interaction between the slayer and the phoenix. "We need your help, could you take this to Uncle Albus and bring him here? I don't want to write to much on the note incase anyone sees it" Wesley said when he eventually found his voice.
Fawkes trilled in response, took the note in his beak and disappeared with a loud pop.
Buffy had watched the scene with interest, she knew there was some history with his Uncle, she just hoped he was one of the good guys as Wesley thought.
Silently Buffy approached Wes and gave him a gentle hug, and he reciprocated gratefully. They both knew there were a lot of secrets hiding in both their pasts and they were going to have to confide and trust in each other if they were going to get through this.
***********************************************************
Buffy listened to Wesley's story as he informed her of the Wizarding world and its main players, as they awaited a reply from Fawkes or Albus. Wesley knew Buffy was avoiding the upcoming confessions and explanations that were ahead, however he was grateful that she didn't push. The information he told her she would have to know at some point and it made sense not to repeat everything when they finally met with Albus.
Buffy was shocked as she listened to the story of the rise and fall of Lord Voldemort and felt a certain kinship with the boy who was responsible for his defeat.
"And I thought I had problems, in a way it's nice to know that there are still people willing to do the right thing no matter what it costs them, you know?"
Wesley nodded and Buffy continued her rant, "I mean, for so long I was told I was the only one. THE only ONE to fight the creatures of darkness...then Kendra came along and I was grateful. I thought I must have down something right and the powers were rewarding me, letting me share the burden," Buffy took a sip of water and Wesley waited for her to continue.
"But.... Look what happened to her! She had her throat slit by Druscilla protecting MY friends, MY watcher... and then came Faith; we had our ups and downs you know. Everyone loved her at first, then they wanted her to be more like me and she wanted me to be more like her. Don't get me wrong, I did too, for a while... She was so free, took everything in her stride then I realised that she hadn't accepted her destiny, and for as much as I hated mine I had resigned myself to it. She hadn't and it made her vulnerable. When she turned on me, it was like the ultimate betrayal you know... worse than the Cruciamentum, worse than Angelus 'cause she was ME. In some twisted way she was the other part of me, my other half and not just the slayer part of me she was my sister, I should have helped her, protected her and I didn't. I put her in a coma and left her in a hospital for them to find and slit her throat cos they need a slayer to be their puppet and we were strong enough to say NO."
The tears were flowing freely down both their faces; they almost didn't hear the pop from behind Buffy. The slayer was on her feet with a dagger at the strangers throat before anyone in the room had blinked.