Be careful what you say, for the words you speak have power. Sometimes
they come alive, causing whatever is your desire. Once you have finished
reading this, it will come to pass. Until the one you think of as your
slayer, receives her true wish at last.
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Wesley left Wolfram. He just couldn't handle things after Fred's soul was burned away. As for the one that had taken her over, she wanted time to herself. So much for helping her learn to live with humans. She had his number.
Skimming through some old books in one of his haunts, Wesley found a weird grouping of words. He started reading them, then realized the gist and panicked. Of course, the first thing that came to mind when he spoke, was "CRAP!" Then he cleaned up what the book had turned into
He already had knowledge of sign language, so he was able to avoid speaking anything. Of course, he wasn't a mute. And his natural inclination was to talk. He did remember however that the words had to be read from the book itself, so he could write them down. So he tracked down an old contact, named Wefk Afeoio. A minor information demon, who had his uses now and then. On the way two pigeons began cussing like sailors, a cat mooed, and a 40 year old woman French kissed a female librarian. That sparked a brawl, which left both of them in need of medical attention.
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"Wes, it's so good to see you!" The short, jolly, horned freak of nature as Wes privately called him waddled forward. "How's things?"
Wes gestured to the paper in his hand.
"Wha... ok." Wefk read the paper. "And you read the words. There isn't anything I can do for you. I'm sorry, but someone with more ability than me will have to be contacted."
Wesley sighed. "Bugger." Then his eyes got wide, and he slapped his hand to his mouth as he ran out the door. Three seconds later, the bartender came out of the storage room, then ran screaming out the back door of the bar. He was killed ten seconds later by an annoyed Brisque demon who had been grilling something when he tripped over it. All of the confused customers, demons etc, in the bar meanwhile, were forced to obey the vague command. It was disgusting.
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He sat on a bench in the park, and just sighed. A blind man walked by as Wesley muttered something about seeing the light. The man hopped away with joy as he finally saw everything. Then he had to call his wife, he didn't know what his place looked like. His wife was ecstatic.
Wesley, ignoring it all, got up and walked down the street. He stopped then smiled. Maybe it was time to write Giles.
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Giles read the letter he got from the Fedex delivery person, who strangely enough was wearing a tu-tu and singing country music songs. Compared to the apocalypses, that could be ignored. Giles left him a tip about seeing a counselor. Then he adjusted his glasses and wrote back one sentence. "Who is the one person that you ever considered your slayer even for a short time?"
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Wesley read it, and looked up at the stars. "She wishes her mother had stayed healthy and lived."
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Buffy walked downstairs at 2 am to get some water. With eight slayers in the house now, she didn't have to go on patrol anymore if she didn't want to. They traveled in groups of four anyway. If anything apocalyptic reared it's head, she'd respond in an instant. As she walked toward the kitchen, she heard a woman humming. The voice sounded familiar. When she opened the door, what she saw caused her to burst into tears. "Mom?!"
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Wesley left Wolfram. He just couldn't handle things after Fred's soul was burned away. As for the one that had taken her over, she wanted time to herself. So much for helping her learn to live with humans. She had his number.
Skimming through some old books in one of his haunts, Wesley found a weird grouping of words. He started reading them, then realized the gist and panicked. Of course, the first thing that came to mind when he spoke, was "CRAP!" Then he cleaned up what the book had turned into
He already had knowledge of sign language, so he was able to avoid speaking anything. Of course, he wasn't a mute. And his natural inclination was to talk. He did remember however that the words had to be read from the book itself, so he could write them down. So he tracked down an old contact, named Wefk Afeoio. A minor information demon, who had his uses now and then. On the way two pigeons began cussing like sailors, a cat mooed, and a 40 year old woman French kissed a female librarian. That sparked a brawl, which left both of them in need of medical attention.
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"Wes, it's so good to see you!" The short, jolly, horned freak of nature as Wes privately called him waddled forward. "How's things?"
Wes gestured to the paper in his hand.
"Wha... ok." Wefk read the paper. "And you read the words. There isn't anything I can do for you. I'm sorry, but someone with more ability than me will have to be contacted."
Wesley sighed. "Bugger." Then his eyes got wide, and he slapped his hand to his mouth as he ran out the door. Three seconds later, the bartender came out of the storage room, then ran screaming out the back door of the bar. He was killed ten seconds later by an annoyed Brisque demon who had been grilling something when he tripped over it. All of the confused customers, demons etc, in the bar meanwhile, were forced to obey the vague command. It was disgusting.
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He sat on a bench in the park, and just sighed. A blind man walked by as Wesley muttered something about seeing the light. The man hopped away with joy as he finally saw everything. Then he had to call his wife, he didn't know what his place looked like. His wife was ecstatic.
Wesley, ignoring it all, got up and walked down the street. He stopped then smiled. Maybe it was time to write Giles.
- - - - - - - - -
Giles read the letter he got from the Fedex delivery person, who strangely enough was wearing a tu-tu and singing country music songs. Compared to the apocalypses, that could be ignored. Giles left him a tip about seeing a counselor. Then he adjusted his glasses and wrote back one sentence. "Who is the one person that you ever considered your slayer even for a short time?"
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Wesley read it, and looked up at the stars. "She wishes her mother had stayed healthy and lived."
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Buffy walked downstairs at 2 am to get some water. With eight slayers in the house now, she didn't have to go on patrol anymore if she didn't want to. They traveled in groups of four anyway. If anything apocalyptic reared it's head, she'd respond in an instant. As she walked toward the kitchen, she heard a woman humming. The voice sounded familiar. When she opened the door, what she saw caused her to burst into tears. "Mom?!"