Stolen Innocence
Part Six
Posted: May 9, 2004
Author's notes: This chapter it REALLY short. I wanted to get an update in today, since I'm really bored, and I felt like being generous! Who cares about homework? Lol. I will hopefully still update on Tuesday, and the chapter will be much longer. It's just...we're getting in really deep....and if I started getting into that, then we'd have to finish the whole thing, and it's just REALLY long. So here's a short chapter, with promises of a longer one later!
Oh, and I'm sorry about the freaky no things. The document editor thing took them out! I'm gonna try and change that!
Reader responses:
Ok, first off I want to say that no one got the reference or whatever I called it, but the closest person was Willow Fireheart. The reference was the ritual calling for the blood of three witch sisters, and an angel to bring the Armageddon. It was a reference to Charmed. Do you get it now?
I'm lame...I know.
Willow Fireheart: I'm glad you took the time to read my updates, but please get your work done...if you get in trouble, whether it be school work and you get grounded, or work work, and you get fired, then you won't be happy, and if I find out, I'll feel it's my fault! Strange guilty conscience thing. Stupid, I know. But get your work done!
HEY!! The radio station I'm listening to, 99.9- The WOLF, is playing the National Anthem...And the rockets red glare, The bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night, That our flag was still there. Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave, For the land of the FREE, And the home...of the...brave...
Ok, back to reviewers:
Gigil13- I didn't even notice that reference...yeah, that's a reference too! The 'it's always blood'- the Gift. Lol. Oh well. Oh, and I loved your suggestion so much, I wrote a little tiny, like two page story, that's exactly that. It's called A Day With Daddy, and I'll post it eventually.
GidgetGirl: well, I don't think there are going to be any tantrums in this story, just because I'm almost done, even if I haven't posted it all, but Maybe it will happen in something like A Day With Daddy. I could do a short story series sequel thing....Let me get back to you, ok? And I'm glad you liked that part. I actually wrote that whole thing out of context to the story, it was something that I cam up with at like 11pm, when I was supposed to be asleep already, and had no clue where it was going to fit into the story, but I think it fit pretty nicely, don't you? Lol. Thanks for the review!
WW; yeah, that's what the challenge called for, if I remember correctly, but it's starting to look like it's not going to be a TRUE ascension. We'll see....thanks for your review!
Litchick08: I'm glad you like. I will occasionally write a Spuffy story, but I'm a self-proclaimed prude, and the whole 'relationship' between Buffy and Spike put me off. They never really had a relationship, they just had sex. So, that's my little rant on Buffy's relationships, and why Angel's better for her. They weren't obsessed with the physical. B/A rocks!!!
The room was dark, dank and dusty after two years of no use, by anything living or otherwise. He slowly drew back the thick curtains, letting in the moonlight. He had gotten so used to the sunlight, but now.... These windows wouldn't protect him.
He sighed and sat on the bed.
"Where is she?" he growled.
"She's...disappeared, sir."
"Well, find the damned brat, and get her back here!"
"We've tried, sir. We believe that Angelus has her, but we don't have the men trained to go in and retrieve her. The tracking signal is weak, the barriers around the Wolfram and Hart building in LA is probably interfering with its communications."
"We need that brat! She is the sacrifice! It won't happen, if she isn't present!"
"I know sir."
"THEN FIND HER!" the room shook from the vibrations.
"Yes sir." he bowed quickly and left.
They stood in the center of the room, slowly moving in unison, the flowing movements matching the others in every way.
Suddenly the door flew open, breaking the tranquil mood, and the four-year- old came racing into the room. She stopped short when she saw what they were doing.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Practicing," came the terse reply.
"For what?"
"For the apocalypse."
She nodded as if the answer was acceptable. "Will one of you play with me?" she asked.
"Where's Dawn?"
"She's still sleeping."
"We're busy, Ash, how about later? You can come to work with me, while Buffy cleans up the third floor."
"Ok. What should I do now?"
"Wanna watch?"
"Can you teach me?" the four year old asked, suddenly shy. She had never been allowed to learn anything but the things she needed for her role.
Buffy motioned her over, and the two adults slowly taught the young girl the art of Tia Chi.
"There are now enough rooms for the ones in New England. I think we should leave one or two in the big cities, since we don't know when this is going to happen, it could be a ways away..."
"Stop worrying. It will happen whether we're prepared or not. These things have their own time schedule," he pulled her down onto his lap.
"Angel-" she protested meekly.
"What?"
"We really shouldn't..."
"You've worried enough about things today. Go home; take a nice, long bath. I've got Ashleigh."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"Ok..." she made to move, but he still had his arms around her waist. "For me to go home, you have to let go of me."
"Oh yeah."
"Ok, girly, I need you to tell me some things, ok?" Buffy asked Ashleigh a few days later. The girl nodded. "What's this apocalypse about?"
"I-"
"Ashleigh, you want Angel and I to stop it, right?" she nodded, "then I need to know what to do."
"It's an...ascension." She stumbled over the word, "and it calls for blood." She whispered.
"Who's ascending?" Buffy asked, getting closer to hear her answer.
"The demons."
"What type of demons?" She asked nicely.
"All of them." Buffy sat back with a shock, "It's my blood they need! And my brain! I'm smart, and I have....tele-kesis." she rushed, still whispering, "They're going to find me! And I'm gonna be in deep trouble for running away! They need my blood, to open the...hellmouth. And to bring Them here." She sniffled, "My blood. My blood." A tear ran down her face.
"Hey! It's ok." Buffy said soothingly, sliding out of her seat, and enclosing the girl in her arms, "We love you, and we're not going to let them find you."
"But they will. Hope ran away last year. And they found her, and brought her back. Now we all have these." The girl pulled her hair over her left shoulder to show Buffy the one inch by one inch square behind and just below her ear. Buffy touched it, wondering how the hell they had missed it. All three of them had given her a bath recently, though Angel had been squeamish about it. But to miss something so prominent? "They're going to find me. And they'll beat me." She said, letting her long hair cover the mark once more.
"Hey, you've forgotten who your dealing with. All three of us can fight to protect you. I swear we won't let them hurt you."
"They know how to deal with Angel. They don't like him. They'll hurt him, because of me." She said sadly, her eyes filling with tears once more.
"Ashleigh, trust me, ok? They wont hurt you, or us." But she decided she might want to make that call sooner rather than later.
They sat on the chartered plane, apprehensive. If they failed this, then there would be no one left to tell the tale of their failure. But if they did succeed, there still might not be anyone left.
He nodded to one of his colleagues; they all knew what their choice had been. Either stay, and face the wrath of their superiors, or go, and face the wrath of a vampire.
Ok, next chapter, look for:
The arrival of Wolfram and Hart's trained cronies.
Hotel California overrun with teenagers
Ashleigh briefly talking to inanimate objects....lol...
Another Buffy/Angel moment!
The first shots of the apocalypse.
Part Six
Posted: May 9, 2004
Author's notes: This chapter it REALLY short. I wanted to get an update in today, since I'm really bored, and I felt like being generous! Who cares about homework? Lol. I will hopefully still update on Tuesday, and the chapter will be much longer. It's just...we're getting in really deep....and if I started getting into that, then we'd have to finish the whole thing, and it's just REALLY long. So here's a short chapter, with promises of a longer one later!
Oh, and I'm sorry about the freaky no things. The document editor thing took them out! I'm gonna try and change that!
Reader responses:
Ok, first off I want to say that no one got the reference or whatever I called it, but the closest person was Willow Fireheart. The reference was the ritual calling for the blood of three witch sisters, and an angel to bring the Armageddon. It was a reference to Charmed. Do you get it now?
I'm lame...I know.
Willow Fireheart: I'm glad you took the time to read my updates, but please get your work done...if you get in trouble, whether it be school work and you get grounded, or work work, and you get fired, then you won't be happy, and if I find out, I'll feel it's my fault! Strange guilty conscience thing. Stupid, I know. But get your work done!
HEY!! The radio station I'm listening to, 99.9- The WOLF, is playing the National Anthem...And the rockets red glare, The bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night, That our flag was still there. Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave, For the land of the FREE, And the home...of the...brave...
Ok, back to reviewers:
Gigil13- I didn't even notice that reference...yeah, that's a reference too! The 'it's always blood'- the Gift. Lol. Oh well. Oh, and I loved your suggestion so much, I wrote a little tiny, like two page story, that's exactly that. It's called A Day With Daddy, and I'll post it eventually.
GidgetGirl: well, I don't think there are going to be any tantrums in this story, just because I'm almost done, even if I haven't posted it all, but Maybe it will happen in something like A Day With Daddy. I could do a short story series sequel thing....Let me get back to you, ok? And I'm glad you liked that part. I actually wrote that whole thing out of context to the story, it was something that I cam up with at like 11pm, when I was supposed to be asleep already, and had no clue where it was going to fit into the story, but I think it fit pretty nicely, don't you? Lol. Thanks for the review!
WW; yeah, that's what the challenge called for, if I remember correctly, but it's starting to look like it's not going to be a TRUE ascension. We'll see....thanks for your review!
Litchick08: I'm glad you like. I will occasionally write a Spuffy story, but I'm a self-proclaimed prude, and the whole 'relationship' between Buffy and Spike put me off. They never really had a relationship, they just had sex. So, that's my little rant on Buffy's relationships, and why Angel's better for her. They weren't obsessed with the physical. B/A rocks!!!
The room was dark, dank and dusty after two years of no use, by anything living or otherwise. He slowly drew back the thick curtains, letting in the moonlight. He had gotten so used to the sunlight, but now.... These windows wouldn't protect him.
He sighed and sat on the bed.
"Where is she?" he growled.
"She's...disappeared, sir."
"Well, find the damned brat, and get her back here!"
"We've tried, sir. We believe that Angelus has her, but we don't have the men trained to go in and retrieve her. The tracking signal is weak, the barriers around the Wolfram and Hart building in LA is probably interfering with its communications."
"We need that brat! She is the sacrifice! It won't happen, if she isn't present!"
"I know sir."
"THEN FIND HER!" the room shook from the vibrations.
"Yes sir." he bowed quickly and left.
They stood in the center of the room, slowly moving in unison, the flowing movements matching the others in every way.
Suddenly the door flew open, breaking the tranquil mood, and the four-year- old came racing into the room. She stopped short when she saw what they were doing.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Practicing," came the terse reply.
"For what?"
"For the apocalypse."
She nodded as if the answer was acceptable. "Will one of you play with me?" she asked.
"Where's Dawn?"
"She's still sleeping."
"We're busy, Ash, how about later? You can come to work with me, while Buffy cleans up the third floor."
"Ok. What should I do now?"
"Wanna watch?"
"Can you teach me?" the four year old asked, suddenly shy. She had never been allowed to learn anything but the things she needed for her role.
Buffy motioned her over, and the two adults slowly taught the young girl the art of Tia Chi.
"There are now enough rooms for the ones in New England. I think we should leave one or two in the big cities, since we don't know when this is going to happen, it could be a ways away..."
"Stop worrying. It will happen whether we're prepared or not. These things have their own time schedule," he pulled her down onto his lap.
"Angel-" she protested meekly.
"What?"
"We really shouldn't..."
"You've worried enough about things today. Go home; take a nice, long bath. I've got Ashleigh."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"Ok..." she made to move, but he still had his arms around her waist. "For me to go home, you have to let go of me."
"Oh yeah."
"Ok, girly, I need you to tell me some things, ok?" Buffy asked Ashleigh a few days later. The girl nodded. "What's this apocalypse about?"
"I-"
"Ashleigh, you want Angel and I to stop it, right?" she nodded, "then I need to know what to do."
"It's an...ascension." She stumbled over the word, "and it calls for blood." She whispered.
"Who's ascending?" Buffy asked, getting closer to hear her answer.
"The demons."
"What type of demons?" She asked nicely.
"All of them." Buffy sat back with a shock, "It's my blood they need! And my brain! I'm smart, and I have....tele-kesis." she rushed, still whispering, "They're going to find me! And I'm gonna be in deep trouble for running away! They need my blood, to open the...hellmouth. And to bring Them here." She sniffled, "My blood. My blood." A tear ran down her face.
"Hey! It's ok." Buffy said soothingly, sliding out of her seat, and enclosing the girl in her arms, "We love you, and we're not going to let them find you."
"But they will. Hope ran away last year. And they found her, and brought her back. Now we all have these." The girl pulled her hair over her left shoulder to show Buffy the one inch by one inch square behind and just below her ear. Buffy touched it, wondering how the hell they had missed it. All three of them had given her a bath recently, though Angel had been squeamish about it. But to miss something so prominent? "They're going to find me. And they'll beat me." She said, letting her long hair cover the mark once more.
"Hey, you've forgotten who your dealing with. All three of us can fight to protect you. I swear we won't let them hurt you."
"They know how to deal with Angel. They don't like him. They'll hurt him, because of me." She said sadly, her eyes filling with tears once more.
"Ashleigh, trust me, ok? They wont hurt you, or us." But she decided she might want to make that call sooner rather than later.
They sat on the chartered plane, apprehensive. If they failed this, then there would be no one left to tell the tale of their failure. But if they did succeed, there still might not be anyone left.
He nodded to one of his colleagues; they all knew what their choice had been. Either stay, and face the wrath of their superiors, or go, and face the wrath of a vampire.
Ok, next chapter, look for:
The arrival of Wolfram and Hart's trained cronies.
Hotel California overrun with teenagers
Ashleigh briefly talking to inanimate objects....lol...
Another Buffy/Angel moment!
The first shots of the apocalypse.