Chapter Two
Disclaimer - See last chapter
Summery - See last chapter. Also sorry about the length of that last chapter. I personally hate short chapters so I will definitely make this one longer.
Reviews - are so welcome. They warm my heart on these cold winters nights.
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"Are you sure this is a good idea, Wills?" Xander questioned, a hint of doubt creeping into his voice for the first time since they had first discussed the plan. "And why can't Buffy and Spike know?"
" Xander, I know I can do it," Willow replied firmly. "And we don't want Buffy to know because it's a surprise. Have you seen how introverted she's become? If we do this we can have Dawn and Buffy back." She paused. "Anya, did you get the Urn of Osirus?"
"Yep." Anya chirped. "Found it on ebay."
"You found the Urn of Osiris on ebay?" Willow said, disbelief evident in her voice. "Do you realise-"
"Sweetie, calm down," Tara intercepted. "Are you sure you're going to be okay doing this?"
"I'm going to be fine!" Willow replied. She was starting to get annoyed. Didn't they realise this was their only chance. And if they didn't get it right - no, she didn't want to think what might happen if it didn't go right. This was their only chance and she wasn't going to screw it up.
"Where is Buffy going to be tonight?" asked Xander
"I've persuaded her to have a night off from slaying. You put her feet up, relax, have a bath, that kind of thing." replied Willow.
"So tonight, we meet here and go to dawn's grave." Anya said.
"Yes" willow said, her voice becoming stronger. "Tonight we're bringing Dawnie back.
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At a bar on the outskirts of sunnydale, the demon equivalents of Hell's angels were sat drinking and planning.
"So the slayer's sister is dead, huh?" said, what appeared to be the gang's leader, in a heavy Texan accent.
"That's right," said the small vampire minion, " Slayer's not been doing her job properly. Everyone knows the towns wide open." The minion spread his hands and gave a repulsive smile at the last part.
The leader narrowed his eyes. He might be big but he wasn't stupid.
"And what do you want out of it?" he questioned the scrawny vamp.
"Well I was thinking, well, that, you know," the vampire stuttered, " even though vamps and demons normally mix, that you might, well, consider letting me join the gang? I mean, I'm useful, you know." He got braver. "I found that info on the slayer, didn't I? And I can go places without being recognised, places you couldn'-"
He was cut off by the leader. "You're right" he said, winking at the demon behind the vamp.
"I am?" the vampire stuttered, then recovered, not wanting to seem weak in front of the big red demons with their piercings and leather. "well of cour- "
he was cut off again. " you're right." The demon repeated "demons and vamps don't mix."
The demon smirked as the vamps head was ripped clean off his shoulders. As dust from the vampire just began to settle on the seat, the demons had revved up their bikes and headed to sunnydale.
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Spike wandered down main street, not noticing the people bustling around him. He still felt numb, one hundred and forty seven days after she had thrown herself off the tower. He still couldn't believe she was gone, that she was never going to come to his crypt complaining about buffy and homework and school and other trivial matters. He couldn't believe he was never going see her long brown hair and her big blue eyes looking at him as he told her about the things he and Dru got up to during the eighteenth century.
He often wondered if it had been Buffy that had died ,whether he would of felt this bad. The only thing breaking up his days was fighting the occasional vampire in the graveyard. He mostly just sat and thought. Mostly about dawn.
He knew the scoobies thought he was going soft, refusing to let them touch her room, not letting them ask the authorities to take down the tower she leapt off. He knew that they knew that he still thought she was going to come back, some divine intervention from a god he didn't believe in.
The only one who was taking it worse than he was, he thought, was Buffy. She slayed every night, but normally ended up sitting at Dawn's grave early on in the night. She wasn't actually killing the vamps and he knew that one of these days, demons were going to find out she wasn't guarding the hellmouth anymore and were going to take over.
He wasn't really in love with her now. His 'burning passion' for her had resonated down to a quiet place in his heart. They had spent many nights by his lil' bit's graveside just talking. They were okay with each other now. Suddenly the people around him started screaming. He looked up. A gang of demons had rode in to sunnydale. He looked at their number and knew he couldn't take them alone. He turned and ran for Buffy's.
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Buffy sat on her couch, watching the T.V. She was restless. Willow had ordered her to take a night off from slaying. However she still couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. She gave a sigh and settled down to watch the T.V again.
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"My lighter won't work!" Anya whined.
"Here, use mine." Xander hushed, giving her the lighter. When Anya had managed to light her candle, willow spoke up.
"Right, I need you all put your candles on floor and join hands. And remember, whatever happens don't break the circle."
They joined hands, all except for Willow, around Dawn's grave. Willow started chanting in an ancient language, her eyes turning black. Then massive bloody gashes started manifesting them selves on her arms and face. Xander started forward.
"No!" Tara hissed. "Osiris is testing her. If we break the circle, it won't work!"
However, even she looked concerned when Willow started convulsing. Seconds later, a massive python slithered slowly out her mouth. Gripping the grass, she started the last part of the spell.
There was then a massive roar. The scoobies looked around at each other, trying to confirm whether it was Willow making that noise. Then Anya screamed.
"Oh my god! We have to move!"
As the demon bikers surrounded them, willow started screeching. The bikers whirled around the grass, forcing the scoobies to split up. Tara and Anya ran into the woods in one direction, leaving Xander to grab willow and pull off her in another direction, yelling at Buffy's.
The demons grew tired of destroying the grave, and left, but not before they knocked over a small urn filled with blood. And as they roared off into the distance, they didn't notice a small bloodied hand clawing it's way through the ground.
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Disclaimer - See last chapter
Summery - See last chapter. Also sorry about the length of that last chapter. I personally hate short chapters so I will definitely make this one longer.
Reviews - are so welcome. They warm my heart on these cold winters nights.
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"Are you sure this is a good idea, Wills?" Xander questioned, a hint of doubt creeping into his voice for the first time since they had first discussed the plan. "And why can't Buffy and Spike know?"
" Xander, I know I can do it," Willow replied firmly. "And we don't want Buffy to know because it's a surprise. Have you seen how introverted she's become? If we do this we can have Dawn and Buffy back." She paused. "Anya, did you get the Urn of Osirus?"
"Yep." Anya chirped. "Found it on ebay."
"You found the Urn of Osiris on ebay?" Willow said, disbelief evident in her voice. "Do you realise-"
"Sweetie, calm down," Tara intercepted. "Are you sure you're going to be okay doing this?"
"I'm going to be fine!" Willow replied. She was starting to get annoyed. Didn't they realise this was their only chance. And if they didn't get it right - no, she didn't want to think what might happen if it didn't go right. This was their only chance and she wasn't going to screw it up.
"Where is Buffy going to be tonight?" asked Xander
"I've persuaded her to have a night off from slaying. You put her feet up, relax, have a bath, that kind of thing." replied Willow.
"So tonight, we meet here and go to dawn's grave." Anya said.
"Yes" willow said, her voice becoming stronger. "Tonight we're bringing Dawnie back.
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At a bar on the outskirts of sunnydale, the demon equivalents of Hell's angels were sat drinking and planning.
"So the slayer's sister is dead, huh?" said, what appeared to be the gang's leader, in a heavy Texan accent.
"That's right," said the small vampire minion, " Slayer's not been doing her job properly. Everyone knows the towns wide open." The minion spread his hands and gave a repulsive smile at the last part.
The leader narrowed his eyes. He might be big but he wasn't stupid.
"And what do you want out of it?" he questioned the scrawny vamp.
"Well I was thinking, well, that, you know," the vampire stuttered, " even though vamps and demons normally mix, that you might, well, consider letting me join the gang? I mean, I'm useful, you know." He got braver. "I found that info on the slayer, didn't I? And I can go places without being recognised, places you couldn'-"
He was cut off by the leader. "You're right" he said, winking at the demon behind the vamp.
"I am?" the vampire stuttered, then recovered, not wanting to seem weak in front of the big red demons with their piercings and leather. "well of cour- "
he was cut off again. " you're right." The demon repeated "demons and vamps don't mix."
The demon smirked as the vamps head was ripped clean off his shoulders. As dust from the vampire just began to settle on the seat, the demons had revved up their bikes and headed to sunnydale.
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Spike wandered down main street, not noticing the people bustling around him. He still felt numb, one hundred and forty seven days after she had thrown herself off the tower. He still couldn't believe she was gone, that she was never going to come to his crypt complaining about buffy and homework and school and other trivial matters. He couldn't believe he was never going see her long brown hair and her big blue eyes looking at him as he told her about the things he and Dru got up to during the eighteenth century.
He often wondered if it had been Buffy that had died ,whether he would of felt this bad. The only thing breaking up his days was fighting the occasional vampire in the graveyard. He mostly just sat and thought. Mostly about dawn.
He knew the scoobies thought he was going soft, refusing to let them touch her room, not letting them ask the authorities to take down the tower she leapt off. He knew that they knew that he still thought she was going to come back, some divine intervention from a god he didn't believe in.
The only one who was taking it worse than he was, he thought, was Buffy. She slayed every night, but normally ended up sitting at Dawn's grave early on in the night. She wasn't actually killing the vamps and he knew that one of these days, demons were going to find out she wasn't guarding the hellmouth anymore and were going to take over.
He wasn't really in love with her now. His 'burning passion' for her had resonated down to a quiet place in his heart. They had spent many nights by his lil' bit's graveside just talking. They were okay with each other now. Suddenly the people around him started screaming. He looked up. A gang of demons had rode in to sunnydale. He looked at their number and knew he couldn't take them alone. He turned and ran for Buffy's.
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Buffy sat on her couch, watching the T.V. She was restless. Willow had ordered her to take a night off from slaying. However she still couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. She gave a sigh and settled down to watch the T.V again.
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"My lighter won't work!" Anya whined.
"Here, use mine." Xander hushed, giving her the lighter. When Anya had managed to light her candle, willow spoke up.
"Right, I need you all put your candles on floor and join hands. And remember, whatever happens don't break the circle."
They joined hands, all except for Willow, around Dawn's grave. Willow started chanting in an ancient language, her eyes turning black. Then massive bloody gashes started manifesting them selves on her arms and face. Xander started forward.
"No!" Tara hissed. "Osiris is testing her. If we break the circle, it won't work!"
However, even she looked concerned when Willow started convulsing. Seconds later, a massive python slithered slowly out her mouth. Gripping the grass, she started the last part of the spell.
There was then a massive roar. The scoobies looked around at each other, trying to confirm whether it was Willow making that noise. Then Anya screamed.
"Oh my god! We have to move!"
As the demon bikers surrounded them, willow started screeching. The bikers whirled around the grass, forcing the scoobies to split up. Tara and Anya ran into the woods in one direction, leaving Xander to grab willow and pull off her in another direction, yelling at Buffy's.
The demons grew tired of destroying the grave, and left, but not before they knocked over a small urn filled with blood. And as they roared off into the distance, they didn't notice a small bloodied hand clawing it's way through the ground.
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