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Disclaimers: All characters here are owned by Joss Whedon and co. They are in no way mine, and there is going to be no profit made from this story, except for my personal enjoyment.
Distribution: Anywhere, just tell me where it's going, and give me credit (The-Aussie-Witch)
Spoilers: Season 6, and some Season 7 rumoured spoilers (I'm not looking at all the spoilers for Season 7)
Rating: PG-13 because of violence and language, and because there is no M-15+ on Fanfiction.net (An Australian Rating standing for Mature Audiences, fifteen and older).
Summary: starts straight from the minute Grave left off! I am not a Spike and Buffy 'shipper' and I'm not sure if things will be right between those two as of yet (Maybe, maybe not). Some 'people' from Spike's past as a human might be involved as well.
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Chapter 5
Willow stared out at the vast expanse of blue before her. It was so uniform. Her thoughts were a million miles away from where she was as she stared out the window. She sensed movement near her, but she didn't care. She remembered the looks on her friend's faces as she and Giles walked down the hallway to the entrance of the plane. She couldn't believe that they'd stuck beside her all this time, even after the things she had done. She heard a banging sound and looked towards it. The air hostess had put a meal on her tray. Willow just looked at it, and then turned back to the window. She was now resting her head on her hand while she thought. Food didn't even enter into her mind as a priority at the moment. Willow thought about the coven she was going to see, and what they would be like. She didn't know what they would do to her. She was thinking that they would treat her like a bomb, ready to explode, and not as a human being. No matter which way they treated her, Willow was certain that it wouldn't bother her in the slightest. Her thoughts turned to Giles, the man sitting next to her. She knew why he was taking her to England; because he cared, and he didn't want to see her, or any of the Scoobies hurt. Willow felt so bad for what she did to Giles. She couldn't believe that she had almost killed him. She felt worse about almost killing Giles than she did about killing Warren. Willow knew that she meant every single word that she had said to Warren. That he was a waste and didn't deserve to live because of what he's done. Deep down, inside her, Willow knew that she regretted killing him, but only a bit. Willow turned and looked at Giles, still thinking about him. She then realised that he was looking at her, and saying something.
"What was that?" Willow asked timidly.
"Food. There. You have to eat something," Giles said to her. Willow just looked at him, shrugged and turned back to the window. "Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately? You look a mess, and you're skin and bones. You need to eat something," Willow heard Giles say. Indifferent, Willow unwrapped the meal and began to eat. She had barely started before all the food was gone. She hadn't realised how hungry was.
"You going to eat that?" Willow asked Giles with a mouthful of food while pointing to a bun on his meal tray. Giles shook his head, and immediately Willow grabbed it and stuffed it down.
Giles hadn't seen such a display in his life. He watched, awe struck, as Willow digested everything in front of her, and in front of him within minutes.
"Bloody hell...Willow, did you eat anything in Sunnydale?" he asked. He saw Willow shrug as she chewed the last of her food. Giles watched her, curious to see what happened. He was glad when Willow looked at him after her meal. Giles saw a very small sparkle of life in her eyes, something that she'd lost over the last couple of days. It churned him up inside as he saw the sparkle diminish and fade into nothingness, leaving a cold hard stare. Giles only smiled at Willow as she returned to staring out the window.
The night was cool, and the air crisp. A light fog hung over the river. Under the bridge crossing the river there was a small group of figures huddled around a fire, soaking in the warmth. They were all dressed in rags. Surprisingly the mood was good as everyone laughed and joked. There was something in the bushes by the bridge, looking at them all. It began to move, just slightly. The vampire came out of the bushes and looked at the group of people. Beside him, another showed itself, and then over on the other side of the bridge, three more could be seen coming out from their hiding places. His brow protruded and his fangs elongated. His eyesight drastically improved as his pupils turned yellow. Slowly, he started down the slope. He could hear his comrade beside him, also doing the same. When he was a hundred feet from the group, he charged.
"In the name of the master, die!" he yelled. The group turned to look at him, and then started to run the other way, but they were only met by more vampires. He charged into the group, killing as many people as he could, but not feeding. For the ritual to work, they needed a lot of blood.
Willow was astounded by how large London actually was. She looked down on the city as they flew over it. She had managed to finally push all of her thoughts into the back of her mind, for now. Willow knew that she had to be careful about what she thought about. Anything could trigger off memories of the previous days. When they landed, Willow and Giles went to collect their baggage, and then they caught a train to Devon.
The train trip was much like the plane trip. Willow was staring out the window while Giles worried about her. It only took two hours to get out to the Devon county, where they would then have to get Giles's car and drive out to his estate.
Willow just stared out the window. Her eyes roaming the countryside while her brain was thousands of kilometres away. She thought about Sunnydale and the things that had happened after Tara's death. She remembered the feelings going through her, and the power. She had hurt so many people on her revenge trip, most of them the people she cared about. She didn't know how she would ever be able to go back to Sunnydale, let alone face her friends again. For the briefest second, her thoughts drifted back to Tara, and to Warren, who she had pleasure in killing. With tight restraint, Willow thought about anything other than that. She looked out at the countryside, and for the first time noticed how much farmland there was in England. The countryside before her was bland and hilly, with hardly any trees. She could see a town in the distance, and thought that that might be their final destination, but after looking at the clock at the head of the carriage, realised that they had only left London half an hour ago. Willow put her head back onto the seat and closed her eyes. She was so tempted to just delve into the power that was inside of her. Then, there would be no more worrying, no more thinking, and no more heart wrenching pain. The power would flow through her and take her feelings away. She could do whatever she wanted to do, except bring Tara back. It was so tempting, but she thought about all the innocent people around her, and Giles, and Buffy, and Xander, and Dawn, and even Anya. She knew that she couldn't put them through that again, especially Xander. She realised that his world had collapsed around him. First, it was Buffy coming back, and being detached. Then Giles left. He was the only father figure any of them had in their lives as Xander's father was a drunk, and Buffy's father was no where to be found, and Willow's father didn't care about what was going on in her life. Then, after that, it was the whole deal with the wedding, and him leaving Anya, and her becoming a vengeance demon again. Then, finally, the one thing that Xander had left of his old life, Willow, had gone on a power trip, and almost killed him. It was at that moment that Willow felt sorry for Xander. He had no one left.
Willow's thoughts turned to Giles. She didn't know why he was helping her, but she guessed that it was because he cared. Willow had often looked up to Giles, for having all the answers. She briefly remembered her saying something about that in the Magic Box, when she was torturing Giles. Still, he remained with a level head, and still, he acted as the father of the Scooby Gang.
Her thoughts now turned to Buffy. Willow finally had a brief knowledge of what Buffy had been through after coming back from the dead. When she was with Tara, Willow was in heaven, but she got that torn away from her. Now, Willow could easily relate to Buffy.
Finally, her thoughts turned to herself. Who was she now? Without Tara in the world, Willow had nothing to work towards. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. Willow had lost her sense of self. She now knew what Tara had said to her during the whole incident when they all sung and danced. She remembered Tara's words exactly.
"I know exactly what they see in me... You." Now, Willow felt that for herself. She knew that when she and Tara were together, the differences between both of them disappeared and they melted into each other, becoming one being. Tears formed in her eyes, but she desperately tried to hold them back. She wasn't going to burst out crying, not now. When she was in private she would let the tears flow, but not here, not now on the train. She turned her head and looked straight out the window so no one could see her face. She tried to blink back the tears, but they wouldn't stop coming, but instead they came harder. Willow couldn't stop the thoughts and images going through her head of Tara. She couldn't believe that she was gone, never to return to her. Out of control, her thoughts turned to what she had done after Tara's death. She thought about how Tara would feel about Willow's revenge trip, and she knew that Tara hate her for it. Willow wiped away the tears and searched for anything that she could see out the window to concentrate on. She looked at a cow, which looked up at the train and tilted it's head to the side while looking at it. It made Willow smile. She kept the image in her head and all of her other thoughts drifted away as she concentrated on the image. It kept her going for the rest of the trip.
Spike awoke with a start. He sighed as he realised that it was only a dream. He was still in the cave. He walked around and found his shirt that he had discarded during the trials that he endured, supposedly to get the chip out of his head. Instead, he got a soul, and he didn't understand why.
Disclaimers: All characters here are owned by Joss Whedon and co. They are in no way mine, and there is going to be no profit made from this story, except for my personal enjoyment.
Distribution: Anywhere, just tell me where it's going, and give me credit (The-Aussie-Witch)
Spoilers: Season 6, and some Season 7 rumoured spoilers (I'm not looking at all the spoilers for Season 7)
Rating: PG-13 because of violence and language, and because there is no M-15+ on Fanfiction.net (An Australian Rating standing for Mature Audiences, fifteen and older).
Summary: starts straight from the minute Grave left off! I am not a Spike and Buffy 'shipper' and I'm not sure if things will be right between those two as of yet (Maybe, maybe not). Some 'people' from Spike's past as a human might be involved as well.
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Chapter 5
Willow stared out at the vast expanse of blue before her. It was so uniform. Her thoughts were a million miles away from where she was as she stared out the window. She sensed movement near her, but she didn't care. She remembered the looks on her friend's faces as she and Giles walked down the hallway to the entrance of the plane. She couldn't believe that they'd stuck beside her all this time, even after the things she had done. She heard a banging sound and looked towards it. The air hostess had put a meal on her tray. Willow just looked at it, and then turned back to the window. She was now resting her head on her hand while she thought. Food didn't even enter into her mind as a priority at the moment. Willow thought about the coven she was going to see, and what they would be like. She didn't know what they would do to her. She was thinking that they would treat her like a bomb, ready to explode, and not as a human being. No matter which way they treated her, Willow was certain that it wouldn't bother her in the slightest. Her thoughts turned to Giles, the man sitting next to her. She knew why he was taking her to England; because he cared, and he didn't want to see her, or any of the Scoobies hurt. Willow felt so bad for what she did to Giles. She couldn't believe that she had almost killed him. She felt worse about almost killing Giles than she did about killing Warren. Willow knew that she meant every single word that she had said to Warren. That he was a waste and didn't deserve to live because of what he's done. Deep down, inside her, Willow knew that she regretted killing him, but only a bit. Willow turned and looked at Giles, still thinking about him. She then realised that he was looking at her, and saying something.
"What was that?" Willow asked timidly.
"Food. There. You have to eat something," Giles said to her. Willow just looked at him, shrugged and turned back to the window. "Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately? You look a mess, and you're skin and bones. You need to eat something," Willow heard Giles say. Indifferent, Willow unwrapped the meal and began to eat. She had barely started before all the food was gone. She hadn't realised how hungry was.
"You going to eat that?" Willow asked Giles with a mouthful of food while pointing to a bun on his meal tray. Giles shook his head, and immediately Willow grabbed it and stuffed it down.
Giles hadn't seen such a display in his life. He watched, awe struck, as Willow digested everything in front of her, and in front of him within minutes.
"Bloody hell...Willow, did you eat anything in Sunnydale?" he asked. He saw Willow shrug as she chewed the last of her food. Giles watched her, curious to see what happened. He was glad when Willow looked at him after her meal. Giles saw a very small sparkle of life in her eyes, something that she'd lost over the last couple of days. It churned him up inside as he saw the sparkle diminish and fade into nothingness, leaving a cold hard stare. Giles only smiled at Willow as she returned to staring out the window.
The night was cool, and the air crisp. A light fog hung over the river. Under the bridge crossing the river there was a small group of figures huddled around a fire, soaking in the warmth. They were all dressed in rags. Surprisingly the mood was good as everyone laughed and joked. There was something in the bushes by the bridge, looking at them all. It began to move, just slightly. The vampire came out of the bushes and looked at the group of people. Beside him, another showed itself, and then over on the other side of the bridge, three more could be seen coming out from their hiding places. His brow protruded and his fangs elongated. His eyesight drastically improved as his pupils turned yellow. Slowly, he started down the slope. He could hear his comrade beside him, also doing the same. When he was a hundred feet from the group, he charged.
"In the name of the master, die!" he yelled. The group turned to look at him, and then started to run the other way, but they were only met by more vampires. He charged into the group, killing as many people as he could, but not feeding. For the ritual to work, they needed a lot of blood.
Willow was astounded by how large London actually was. She looked down on the city as they flew over it. She had managed to finally push all of her thoughts into the back of her mind, for now. Willow knew that she had to be careful about what she thought about. Anything could trigger off memories of the previous days. When they landed, Willow and Giles went to collect their baggage, and then they caught a train to Devon.
The train trip was much like the plane trip. Willow was staring out the window while Giles worried about her. It only took two hours to get out to the Devon county, where they would then have to get Giles's car and drive out to his estate.
Willow just stared out the window. Her eyes roaming the countryside while her brain was thousands of kilometres away. She thought about Sunnydale and the things that had happened after Tara's death. She remembered the feelings going through her, and the power. She had hurt so many people on her revenge trip, most of them the people she cared about. She didn't know how she would ever be able to go back to Sunnydale, let alone face her friends again. For the briefest second, her thoughts drifted back to Tara, and to Warren, who she had pleasure in killing. With tight restraint, Willow thought about anything other than that. She looked out at the countryside, and for the first time noticed how much farmland there was in England. The countryside before her was bland and hilly, with hardly any trees. She could see a town in the distance, and thought that that might be their final destination, but after looking at the clock at the head of the carriage, realised that they had only left London half an hour ago. Willow put her head back onto the seat and closed her eyes. She was so tempted to just delve into the power that was inside of her. Then, there would be no more worrying, no more thinking, and no more heart wrenching pain. The power would flow through her and take her feelings away. She could do whatever she wanted to do, except bring Tara back. It was so tempting, but she thought about all the innocent people around her, and Giles, and Buffy, and Xander, and Dawn, and even Anya. She knew that she couldn't put them through that again, especially Xander. She realised that his world had collapsed around him. First, it was Buffy coming back, and being detached. Then Giles left. He was the only father figure any of them had in their lives as Xander's father was a drunk, and Buffy's father was no where to be found, and Willow's father didn't care about what was going on in her life. Then, after that, it was the whole deal with the wedding, and him leaving Anya, and her becoming a vengeance demon again. Then, finally, the one thing that Xander had left of his old life, Willow, had gone on a power trip, and almost killed him. It was at that moment that Willow felt sorry for Xander. He had no one left.
Willow's thoughts turned to Giles. She didn't know why he was helping her, but she guessed that it was because he cared. Willow had often looked up to Giles, for having all the answers. She briefly remembered her saying something about that in the Magic Box, when she was torturing Giles. Still, he remained with a level head, and still, he acted as the father of the Scooby Gang.
Her thoughts now turned to Buffy. Willow finally had a brief knowledge of what Buffy had been through after coming back from the dead. When she was with Tara, Willow was in heaven, but she got that torn away from her. Now, Willow could easily relate to Buffy.
Finally, her thoughts turned to herself. Who was she now? Without Tara in the world, Willow had nothing to work towards. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. Willow had lost her sense of self. She now knew what Tara had said to her during the whole incident when they all sung and danced. She remembered Tara's words exactly.
"I know exactly what they see in me... You." Now, Willow felt that for herself. She knew that when she and Tara were together, the differences between both of them disappeared and they melted into each other, becoming one being. Tears formed in her eyes, but she desperately tried to hold them back. She wasn't going to burst out crying, not now. When she was in private she would let the tears flow, but not here, not now on the train. She turned her head and looked straight out the window so no one could see her face. She tried to blink back the tears, but they wouldn't stop coming, but instead they came harder. Willow couldn't stop the thoughts and images going through her head of Tara. She couldn't believe that she was gone, never to return to her. Out of control, her thoughts turned to what she had done after Tara's death. She thought about how Tara would feel about Willow's revenge trip, and she knew that Tara hate her for it. Willow wiped away the tears and searched for anything that she could see out the window to concentrate on. She looked at a cow, which looked up at the train and tilted it's head to the side while looking at it. It made Willow smile. She kept the image in her head and all of her other thoughts drifted away as she concentrated on the image. It kept her going for the rest of the trip.
Spike awoke with a start. He sighed as he realised that it was only a dream. He was still in the cave. He walked around and found his shirt that he had discarded during the trials that he endured, supposedly to get the chip out of his head. Instead, he got a soul, and he didn't understand why.