Chapter 4
A/N: Okay, this is going totally against the finale. Everybody's not dead, Fred isn't Illyria, and Wesley didn't die...either. O.o Cordy's gone, and I won't bring in Connor unless you guys absolutely want me to. Buuuttt...you have to review! Kay? Yes, I know this one's short, but please cut me some slack. TT So on with the chapter! To the Angel Mobile, AWAAAAY!
"What do you mean?!" Buffy yelled, and everyone in the office cringed. "That girl is nothing but a child, she can't fight this thing!" Wesley remained calm, despite the slayer's temper. He clutched in one hand a scroll, which held the prophecy involving Trina.
"Trust me, Buffy. I would not lie to you. The demon is rising on the next full moon, and Trina must kill it." Xander and Spike remained silent, while Angel sighed heavily and shook his head.
"Buffy's right. Even if she did fight it, there is no way she could possibly win. She couldn't even handle that alley vampire."
"He did have one hell of a right hook, though," Spike piped up. "He almost gave me trouble." Mostly everyone ignored him. Angel had sent Harmony to go look for the potential, but unknown to all of them Trina currently had her ear firmly pressed against the door, listening intently to the growing conversation. So far, she didn't like it.
"If I could just train her, she might have a chance," Buffy insisted, while she walked across the room in a huff. Much to Spike's annoyance, he saw Angel often sneak small puppy glances at her. It was ticking him off. Since when was Buffy his property to gaze at? So, defiantly, he stared at the slayer too. It was kind of nice, he noticed.
"The next full moon is in four days," Wesley countered. "What could you possibly teach her in such a short amount of time?" He didn't like the idea of Trina dying anymore than everyone else did, but he was merely being practical. "This demon is said to fall from the sky, and ironically the full moon is on the day of a rainstorm."
"The entire prophecy's fitting together like one bloody puzzle," mused Spike.
"I don't care if-" Buffy began to snap, but stopped when she noticed both Angel and Spike staring at her. The two vampires realized this at the same time, and quickly averted their gazes to something less interesting. Xander snorted a rolled his eyes. "As I was saying," Buffy started again in a faltering voice, "I don't care. Her safety it more important right now. We dragged her into this, at least I just can't leave her to die."
Spike was about to respond, then heard a sound, as did everyone else. It was the choked sob of Trina outside as she hurriedly scrambled away from the door. She didn't want to hear anymore, it was all too much.
"I don't want to die!" she pleaded, as Buffy opened to door, followed by the group of men. Wesley and Angel looked at her with pity, and the others didn't know what to say.
"No, Trina, you're not going to die," Buffy insisted softly, meeting the girl's teary eyes. "None of use will allow it."
"Does that involve me?" Spike asked, rather bluntly. Xander jabbed him hard in the ribs. "Bloody hell, would everyone quit hitting me?!" the bleach- blonde cried, throwing his arms up in exasperation.
"I still haven't got my shot in," Angel said threateningly. "Now shut up."
"I'll shut up when I bloody well want to!" Spike shouted back, as he started to advance on the souled-vampire.
"Spike, shut up," Buffy said in a cross tone, while trying to calm Trina.
"Sure," he agreed meekly, stepping back. Trina wiped away the remaining tears that clung to her cheeks with a shaking hand, then looked at them all earnestly.
"Please, don't let this thing kill me. It's because of that karma stuff, isn't it? I ran away, and now I'm being punished."
"No, no, it's nothing like that," Buffy told her, shaking her head violently. "This prophecy was written centuries ago, you couldn't have possibly avoided it."
"Buffy is correct, Trina," Wesley added with his light accent. "We can't stop it, so we're going to do our best to help you get through this."
"Comment on the "we" part again and you'll be having stake for dinner," Xander hissed to Spike, while he made a rather goofy stabbing motion with his hand.
"I'm petrified," Spike responded sarcastically, with his arms crossed in a egotistical way. "One-eyed Pete is going to murder me." Xander flushed an angry red, then adjusted his eye patch offendedly.
"That was a cheap shot."
"Guys!" Buffy ordered harshly, her voice on the verge of shrill. Honestly, could anyone-with the exception of her-get along with Spike? Angel knew him centuries ago, and even they couldn't get along. But then again, she partially knew why.
"Sorry," they both replied in unison.
"So...y-you're going to help me?" Trina asked, looking up at Buffy with unbearable dependence. "And I won't die?"
"You won't die," Buffy assured her. "Now, we're going to train you, so you have to trust us...even Spike." Trina smiled faintly, though her face was still a deep red from crying.
"Thank you."
A/N: Okay, this is going totally against the finale. Everybody's not dead, Fred isn't Illyria, and Wesley didn't die...either. O.o Cordy's gone, and I won't bring in Connor unless you guys absolutely want me to. Buuuttt...you have to review! Kay? Yes, I know this one's short, but please cut me some slack. TT So on with the chapter! To the Angel Mobile, AWAAAAY!
"What do you mean?!" Buffy yelled, and everyone in the office cringed. "That girl is nothing but a child, she can't fight this thing!" Wesley remained calm, despite the slayer's temper. He clutched in one hand a scroll, which held the prophecy involving Trina.
"Trust me, Buffy. I would not lie to you. The demon is rising on the next full moon, and Trina must kill it." Xander and Spike remained silent, while Angel sighed heavily and shook his head.
"Buffy's right. Even if she did fight it, there is no way she could possibly win. She couldn't even handle that alley vampire."
"He did have one hell of a right hook, though," Spike piped up. "He almost gave me trouble." Mostly everyone ignored him. Angel had sent Harmony to go look for the potential, but unknown to all of them Trina currently had her ear firmly pressed against the door, listening intently to the growing conversation. So far, she didn't like it.
"If I could just train her, she might have a chance," Buffy insisted, while she walked across the room in a huff. Much to Spike's annoyance, he saw Angel often sneak small puppy glances at her. It was ticking him off. Since when was Buffy his property to gaze at? So, defiantly, he stared at the slayer too. It was kind of nice, he noticed.
"The next full moon is in four days," Wesley countered. "What could you possibly teach her in such a short amount of time?" He didn't like the idea of Trina dying anymore than everyone else did, but he was merely being practical. "This demon is said to fall from the sky, and ironically the full moon is on the day of a rainstorm."
"The entire prophecy's fitting together like one bloody puzzle," mused Spike.
"I don't care if-" Buffy began to snap, but stopped when she noticed both Angel and Spike staring at her. The two vampires realized this at the same time, and quickly averted their gazes to something less interesting. Xander snorted a rolled his eyes. "As I was saying," Buffy started again in a faltering voice, "I don't care. Her safety it more important right now. We dragged her into this, at least I just can't leave her to die."
Spike was about to respond, then heard a sound, as did everyone else. It was the choked sob of Trina outside as she hurriedly scrambled away from the door. She didn't want to hear anymore, it was all too much.
"I don't want to die!" she pleaded, as Buffy opened to door, followed by the group of men. Wesley and Angel looked at her with pity, and the others didn't know what to say.
"No, Trina, you're not going to die," Buffy insisted softly, meeting the girl's teary eyes. "None of use will allow it."
"Does that involve me?" Spike asked, rather bluntly. Xander jabbed him hard in the ribs. "Bloody hell, would everyone quit hitting me?!" the bleach- blonde cried, throwing his arms up in exasperation.
"I still haven't got my shot in," Angel said threateningly. "Now shut up."
"I'll shut up when I bloody well want to!" Spike shouted back, as he started to advance on the souled-vampire.
"Spike, shut up," Buffy said in a cross tone, while trying to calm Trina.
"Sure," he agreed meekly, stepping back. Trina wiped away the remaining tears that clung to her cheeks with a shaking hand, then looked at them all earnestly.
"Please, don't let this thing kill me. It's because of that karma stuff, isn't it? I ran away, and now I'm being punished."
"No, no, it's nothing like that," Buffy told her, shaking her head violently. "This prophecy was written centuries ago, you couldn't have possibly avoided it."
"Buffy is correct, Trina," Wesley added with his light accent. "We can't stop it, so we're going to do our best to help you get through this."
"Comment on the "we" part again and you'll be having stake for dinner," Xander hissed to Spike, while he made a rather goofy stabbing motion with his hand.
"I'm petrified," Spike responded sarcastically, with his arms crossed in a egotistical way. "One-eyed Pete is going to murder me." Xander flushed an angry red, then adjusted his eye patch offendedly.
"That was a cheap shot."
"Guys!" Buffy ordered harshly, her voice on the verge of shrill. Honestly, could anyone-with the exception of her-get along with Spike? Angel knew him centuries ago, and even they couldn't get along. But then again, she partially knew why.
"Sorry," they both replied in unison.
"So...y-you're going to help me?" Trina asked, looking up at Buffy with unbearable dependence. "And I won't die?"
"You won't die," Buffy assured her. "Now, we're going to train you, so you have to trust us...even Spike." Trina smiled faintly, though her face was still a deep red from crying.
"Thank you."