Disclaimer in chapter 1. Sorry for not updating!!! I was away on a family trip. Hope you like this chapter! Extra long for super duper satisfaction!
Willow walked up to Buffy. She didn't seem to find Kennedy anywhere. She wondered if she was okay. Willow tapped Buffy on the shoulder. "Hello Willow. How are you? Do you wanna see Immy?" Said Buffy in a strange superficial tone. "Immy?" asked Willow. Buffy slapped Willow's shoulder and giggled. "The Immortal silly! Let us go!" Buffy grabbed hold off Willow's red sleeve and pulled in the direction of the Immortal's makeshift office. Willow immediately pushed Buffy's hand off. Buffy turned around with a curious look on her face.
"Will? Is there something wrong?"
"Actually, can we go visit Xander. He might wanna see me because well uh... cola!" said Willow quickly. She wanted to check in on Xander to see if he might have also overcome the spell.
"Cola? Ahh! I get it. You need some money to buy a drink. Well, let's go!"
"Yeah...uh... Money."
Buffy again grabbed hold of Willow's crimson sleeve but pulled her in the opposite direction of the Immortal's office. They were almost half to the other side of the shelter when Buffy stopped and turned around with a look of pain on her face. Buffy put her arms over her head and started crying. She slid down against the wall. "Please... make it stop... the Immortal... oh my GOD!" Buffy jumped up and slammed her fists in the wall. Willow grabbed Buffy after that. She was weak and could barely stand. "She helped... Li..." said Buffy weakly just before her head fell over in Willow's arm. "Buffy?" said Willow while shaking Buffy.
Buffy's eyes flickered open. "Hey Will! Why am I here?" Willow stood and pulled Buffy up. "Oh yeah! We need to go see Xander. Come on!" Buffy pulled Willow along. Willow thought about what Buffy said. Li... hmm... a name... a women that helped the Immortal... A name popped into her head. Lilah? thought Willow.
Angel went inside of the shelter to get some blood for him and Spike. He walked to the back of the shelter and entered the large kitchen. He opened up the large freezer to get the pigs blood the cooks got from the meat they had gotten. Angel walked in and felt uneasy. What if the Immortal might have spiked his drink? He looked around the shelves and slid his hand along them to feel for a squishy bag. He finally pulled a bag from the shelf and raised it in a sort of triumph. He turned around and looked at the door. It was closed. Angel ran over and pushed and pulled at the door. He kicked at it but it wouldn't open. He looked through the small window in the door and saw a man with black hair walking away. He knew this wasn't the Immortal. That man walked differently. He didn't walk as easily as the Immortal. Angel was about to walk away from the door when he heard someone scream.
He recognized the voice as Buffy's. He ran to the very back of the freezer looking for an air vent or something similar. He felt around when he saw some light coming from the direction of the door. Spike was standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face. "Hi Spike. I wasn't locked in or anything. It's just really quite and uh nice in here." Said Angel slowly and carefully as to not make a mistake. He grabbed the bag of blood and quickly walked out of the freezer, his cheeks considerably redder than when he came in.
Illyria went to the kitchen to grab something to drink. She liked the thing they called Coke. It made her mouth all fizzy. She walked around one of the counters and saw Angel and Spike walking out. Angel was red. Illyria turned back around to look the myriad of small box full of soda on the floor. She bent down and grabbed a can of Coke. She opened it up and it splashed all over her. She looked down at the empty can in her hand and squeezed it until it was perfectly flat. Illyria threw the can in the trash and went to get cleaned up. She wished so badly that she was cleaning the blood of her mutilated enemies off of her but instead it was a human beverage.
Illyria wiped all the Coke off and returned to her bed. She asked herself why she couldn't be cleaning off the blood of her mutilated enemies. What was keeping her here? The whims of that blond? The whims of Angel? What? She decided she had enough of waiting. She reached for the bloodied ax, still under her bed. She pulled it up and walked toward the door to leave, when the Immortal jumped in her way. "Excuse me, where are you going?" he asked. "I remember when you were just muck under my feet. When you would not be asking me these things. I am to leave to persecute and maim the creatures guilty of Wesley's death. I shall be back once I am done and I am stained with the blood of my lifeless enemies." Said Illyria in one breath. "And don't try to stop me." She slammed the Immortal across the shelter and left.
The Immortal looked up after the former god-king threw him across the building. He wiped his face and blood appeared on his hand. He couldn't believe it. He was the Immortal! He couldn't bleed! His powers must have been depleted. 'The Senior Partners must have done this to strengthen the distraction,' he thought. He stood up and went to his office to have a little chat with them.
He entered his office and grabbed the staff he had used the previous time he called upon them, but these time he did something different. He stomped the staff five times on the ground and chanted, "Heavenly gods, of the Wolf, Ram, and Hart, shed light to me, tell me, don't rip our two worlds apart." He repeated this four times when a glowing orb appeared in front of him. In it sat 5 old men in chairs with cloaks on and hoods over their heads so nothing could be seen but a shadow. "Speak lower-being." Said one. "Why have my powers been drained?" said the Immortal. "For the reason you thought they were. When will the gate be opened?"
"We have gotten the two innocence's. One is under our control. The other is more resilient."
"The distraction is getting destroyed. Finish the other and complete the gate."
"When will I get my powers back?"
"After the gate is opened."
"I see. And Buffy gained control, again. Is there anything I could give her?"
"She is a slayer. These things were made for mere demons and humans. Unless you permanently want to give up your powers, we cannot hold her any further. This session is over." Said one of the men. The orb disappeared in a radiant flash. The Immortal put the staff back by his desk. He weighed his two options against each other. ' Keep Buffy or lose immortality.' He thought.
Willow walked up to Buffy. She didn't seem to find Kennedy anywhere. She wondered if she was okay. Willow tapped Buffy on the shoulder. "Hello Willow. How are you? Do you wanna see Immy?" Said Buffy in a strange superficial tone. "Immy?" asked Willow. Buffy slapped Willow's shoulder and giggled. "The Immortal silly! Let us go!" Buffy grabbed hold off Willow's red sleeve and pulled in the direction of the Immortal's makeshift office. Willow immediately pushed Buffy's hand off. Buffy turned around with a curious look on her face.
"Will? Is there something wrong?"
"Actually, can we go visit Xander. He might wanna see me because well uh... cola!" said Willow quickly. She wanted to check in on Xander to see if he might have also overcome the spell.
"Cola? Ahh! I get it. You need some money to buy a drink. Well, let's go!"
"Yeah...uh... Money."
Buffy again grabbed hold of Willow's crimson sleeve but pulled her in the opposite direction of the Immortal's office. They were almost half to the other side of the shelter when Buffy stopped and turned around with a look of pain on her face. Buffy put her arms over her head and started crying. She slid down against the wall. "Please... make it stop... the Immortal... oh my GOD!" Buffy jumped up and slammed her fists in the wall. Willow grabbed Buffy after that. She was weak and could barely stand. "She helped... Li..." said Buffy weakly just before her head fell over in Willow's arm. "Buffy?" said Willow while shaking Buffy.
Buffy's eyes flickered open. "Hey Will! Why am I here?" Willow stood and pulled Buffy up. "Oh yeah! We need to go see Xander. Come on!" Buffy pulled Willow along. Willow thought about what Buffy said. Li... hmm... a name... a women that helped the Immortal... A name popped into her head. Lilah? thought Willow.
Angel went inside of the shelter to get some blood for him and Spike. He walked to the back of the shelter and entered the large kitchen. He opened up the large freezer to get the pigs blood the cooks got from the meat they had gotten. Angel walked in and felt uneasy. What if the Immortal might have spiked his drink? He looked around the shelves and slid his hand along them to feel for a squishy bag. He finally pulled a bag from the shelf and raised it in a sort of triumph. He turned around and looked at the door. It was closed. Angel ran over and pushed and pulled at the door. He kicked at it but it wouldn't open. He looked through the small window in the door and saw a man with black hair walking away. He knew this wasn't the Immortal. That man walked differently. He didn't walk as easily as the Immortal. Angel was about to walk away from the door when he heard someone scream.
He recognized the voice as Buffy's. He ran to the very back of the freezer looking for an air vent or something similar. He felt around when he saw some light coming from the direction of the door. Spike was standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face. "Hi Spike. I wasn't locked in or anything. It's just really quite and uh nice in here." Said Angel slowly and carefully as to not make a mistake. He grabbed the bag of blood and quickly walked out of the freezer, his cheeks considerably redder than when he came in.
Illyria went to the kitchen to grab something to drink. She liked the thing they called Coke. It made her mouth all fizzy. She walked around one of the counters and saw Angel and Spike walking out. Angel was red. Illyria turned back around to look the myriad of small box full of soda on the floor. She bent down and grabbed a can of Coke. She opened it up and it splashed all over her. She looked down at the empty can in her hand and squeezed it until it was perfectly flat. Illyria threw the can in the trash and went to get cleaned up. She wished so badly that she was cleaning the blood of her mutilated enemies off of her but instead it was a human beverage.
Illyria wiped all the Coke off and returned to her bed. She asked herself why she couldn't be cleaning off the blood of her mutilated enemies. What was keeping her here? The whims of that blond? The whims of Angel? What? She decided she had enough of waiting. She reached for the bloodied ax, still under her bed. She pulled it up and walked toward the door to leave, when the Immortal jumped in her way. "Excuse me, where are you going?" he asked. "I remember when you were just muck under my feet. When you would not be asking me these things. I am to leave to persecute and maim the creatures guilty of Wesley's death. I shall be back once I am done and I am stained with the blood of my lifeless enemies." Said Illyria in one breath. "And don't try to stop me." She slammed the Immortal across the shelter and left.
The Immortal looked up after the former god-king threw him across the building. He wiped his face and blood appeared on his hand. He couldn't believe it. He was the Immortal! He couldn't bleed! His powers must have been depleted. 'The Senior Partners must have done this to strengthen the distraction,' he thought. He stood up and went to his office to have a little chat with them.
He entered his office and grabbed the staff he had used the previous time he called upon them, but these time he did something different. He stomped the staff five times on the ground and chanted, "Heavenly gods, of the Wolf, Ram, and Hart, shed light to me, tell me, don't rip our two worlds apart." He repeated this four times when a glowing orb appeared in front of him. In it sat 5 old men in chairs with cloaks on and hoods over their heads so nothing could be seen but a shadow. "Speak lower-being." Said one. "Why have my powers been drained?" said the Immortal. "For the reason you thought they were. When will the gate be opened?"
"We have gotten the two innocence's. One is under our control. The other is more resilient."
"The distraction is getting destroyed. Finish the other and complete the gate."
"When will I get my powers back?"
"After the gate is opened."
"I see. And Buffy gained control, again. Is there anything I could give her?"
"She is a slayer. These things were made for mere demons and humans. Unless you permanently want to give up your powers, we cannot hold her any further. This session is over." Said one of the men. The orb disappeared in a radiant flash. The Immortal put the staff back by his desk. He weighed his two options against each other. ' Keep Buffy or lose immortality.' He thought.