Rating: PG-13 at the moment
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. They are owned by Joss Whedon, WB, Mutant Enemy, and UPN. Remember, Joss is God.
Timeline: Season Seven. Imagine that in between when Andrew and Anya went to the hospital and Buffy asks Xander to take Dawn away, there's, like, months. This story is in there.
Spoilers: Possibly all the way up to halfway through End of Days.
A/N: Go on, beat me up for keeping you waiting so long... So Sorry!!! 4 give me!!! Please!!!
Chapter Three : Restoration
"You don't get it, do you? None of you have thought of it. Buffy's a vampire."
"She doesn't have a freakin SOUL".
Willow exclaimed "oh my goddess!" then realising what she;d said, quickly amended "Well, you know, we can give her one. I can curse her."
So that was what was decided. Willow would curse Buffy with a soul. But not until the morning. Everyone one was tired with staying up and worrying. Spike volunterred to go out and protect any Humans from the wrtah of Buffy, The Vampire Vampire Slayer.
Morning had come. Spike had retunnred home reporting that no-one had been hurt by Buffy. Now, everything was set up for the spell.
Willow with a orb of thesulah in front of her, them both surrounded by a sacred circle. Kennedy stands on one side waving burning herbs and incense over the orb. Giles stands on the other side with an open book of latin. Willow is holding a copy of the romanian curse.
Willow casts her stones and gives Giles his cue. Kennedy continues waving the herbs and incense.
Giles: Quod perditum est, invenietur.
Translation: What is lost, return.
Willow: Not dead... nor not of the living. Spirits of the interregnum, I call.
Willow continues her chant, but starts to feel weak.
Willow: Gods, bind him. Cast his heart from the... evil... realm.
Willow gets weaker as she chants and breathes heavily.
Willow: Return. (pants) I call on... (pants)
Without warning Willow's head snaps back and she looks up with her eyes wide open. Her head snaps back down and her eyes stare into the Orb. She begins to chant steadily in Romanian as though possessed.
Willow: Te implor, Doamne, nu ignora aceasta rugaminte.
Translation: I implore you, Lord, do not ignore this request.
Willow: Nici mort, nici al fiintei...
Translation: Neither dead, nor of the living...
Willow: Lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-i va transporta, sufletul la el.
Translation: Let this Orb be the vessel that will carry his soul to him.
Willow: Asa sa fie! Asa sa fie! Acum!
Translation: So it shall be! So it shall be! Now!
Willow: Acum!
Translation: Now!
The Orb glows brightly for a brief moment and goes dark. Willow suddenly relaxes, and looks around blankly.
Across town, Buffy's eyes glow red for a moment, then she falls to the floor, crying.