Title: Through Dimensions
Author: Me, Lily
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters in this fic, *sigh*
Summary: Dawn ends up in Middle Earth, courtesy of a Hell Goddess, but to find out when and where read on!
A/N: OK, Dawn isn't the slayer, but she will have some slayer powers later, because she was made from Buffy and they share the same blood, but she doesn't have the whole destiny thing going on so she wouldn't be a potential. Got it? Be Nice! Constructive criticism only please (if you're gonna criticise that is)!! Sorry if it's similar to anyone's (to start off with), but it shouldn't be once Dawns arrives in Middle-Earth.
The battle below her was fierce, blades slashed, axes chopped, arrow whistling their own song. This battle shouldn't be happening, it could have been avoided. Why wasn't it then?
Did Giles really think that by killing Ben, he would be ending Glory, by condemning her to a mortal life? No. Glory was back, and back with a vengeance. All the more reason for her to become a God again, to exact her revenge, to crush the Slayer, and return home.
'All in all, not good' Dawn thought. She tugged again at her bindings on her wrists, the tower swaying with her attempts to escape. The wind whipped her hair around; sliced through the dress she was forced to wear for the ceremony.
She ceased to pull on her bindings, the wind was becoming ferocious and she was having trouble to stand up. Fighting to keep her balance Dawn risked another glance down at the battle scene. Bile rose up at the back of her throat, and she fought the urge to throw up.
Glory had improved since last time. No humans, only demons, pure blood demons who wanted to kill every last slayer, who wanted to finish the first's work.
The slayers fought, clawed, hacked their way towards the tower but with no avail. For every demon they killed there was another that replaced it. Bodies, demon and human lay strewn across the ground, tangled together in an intimate pattern.
The wind had begun to die down, and the tower was nearly stable, but Dawn didn't want to look down again, to see so much death, all of which she had caused by simply being, for all she was responsible for.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? I know.my key. Surprise Dawnie! Come on, you really thought I would just disappear like that to become human so that you could live happily ever after?" Glory smiled sardonically, blood red lips stretched over pearly white teeth. There was a fire in her eyes, a fire of joy, of the havoc she was causing, the destruction that she would leave behind in her wake.
"How old are you now Dawn? 20? 21? But you know what? You don't look a day over 18. Wouldn't believe it to look at you, you know. But it could just be that you're being compared to Buffy again, but then it's no surprise that you don't look as haggard as she does is it? She's died twice in the line of duty, she's saved the world, she's the slayer, she's supported you when mommy died, she saved the future of slayers, she's been through so much, blah, blah, blah.
But you've noticed, they look at you differently now. A self absorbed slayer who only notices you when you're about to die, a guy who lost his humour the same time he lost his eye and fiancé, and a witch who became addicted to black magic before her 'special friend' was six-feet under and worm food. What does this tell you Dawnie? What does this tell you?"
Dawn opened her mouth to answer-
"Shush, I kinda want to hear myself talking right now."
Glory paused, watching the pain in Dawn's face, her eyes full of unshed tears.
"Ok, you turn now." She ordered.
"It tells me, that you obviously have no life, no boyfriend, no nothing, if that concerned about my pathetic little life," She spat.
Glory's eyes narrowed and she stepped forward menacingly, the pale moonlight reflecting off the knife, drawing Dawns attention to it. Suddenly she stepped back, her face and body relaxing, her eyes becoming amused, her lips moving into a smug grin.
"I don't need a mortal life, I need and immortal one, which is what you are helping me to do now. As for the boyfriend's issue, why would I want one when I saw what yours did?" There was a comic smirk on her face, and malice was clear ion her eyes.
Dawn felt physically slapped as the stinging memory wormed its way inside her head and heart.
"And with your sister." She clicked her tongue in a motherly way. "I mean really Dawn, how big a betrayal was that?"
Dawn broke eye contact and looked away, out at the starts. "Balls of energy just like me, apart from the fact that I'm green." She thought wryly.
Gathering control of her emotions, Dawn turned back and faced Glory. Looking past her she could see Buffy. She could see her sister slay demon after demon, hardly waiting for one to fall, to be sure that it wouldn't rise again and she was off on to the next, 'just like boyfriends' Dawn mused.
"She won't get here in time. "She's always minutes too late, they always find out what she has strived to keep from them. Always to late, to stop them from being emotionally hurt. You'll watch them die, either from the slow decay of time, or being butchered apart in battle."
There was lightness in her tone, a sound of happiness that Dawn should be put through such pain, such torture.
"They'll look at you with disgust, pity, envy when they find out. Relief will be present. You'll see them die and age before your very eyes, and after that you'll barely be able to remember them."
Her voice was soft, but with an edge of steel. Hate seeped through between every word. She moved forward slowly, until she stood in front of Dawn. Their eyes locked, anticipation shone through in Glory's while Dawns were carefully blank, unreadable. Glory leaned forward, her mouth centimetres away from Dawn's ear.
Her breath was warm as she spoke, "How's it going to feel, when they find out.you're immortal?"
As Glory uttered the last two words, she jammed the knife into Dawn's stomach. Re-opening old scars from the last ceremony. Dawns gasped silently as the cold steel of the knife slid into her gut. Blood rushed along the handle, onto Glory's hand.
"How?" Dawn chocked out.
Glory removed her hand from the hilt of the knife; she raised her hand and looked at the blood on it. Reaching up to Dawns face she slid one finger along her cheek bone, and underneath her jaw. Searing pain followed, and Dawn struggled not to cry out.
"You're the key, you've always been around and you'll always be around, forever and ever, and ever." Glory's voice grew quieter "forever and ever and ever." She sighed happily, coming to a stop as her voice trailed off.
Dawn could feel the blood seeping between her toes. She looked down at the blood on them, before looking Glory in the eye, a small smirk playing around her mouth.
"You've got the wrong date, no portal to hell."
A look of un-certainty crossed Glory's face.
"This'll just kill me" Dawn carried on, "and then bye, bye key."
"Don't try to be intelligent, the key wasn't supposed to have a brain, did you not hear me? You're immortal, never going to rot, never going to heaven or hell-well maybe hell."
Glory's tirade was cut off as a bright light appeared from underneath Dawn. It was a portal, Dawn looked down horrified.
"But, t-the, the dates, t-t-this isn't supposed to happen." She stuttered.
"Oh, don't worry. This won't kill you, it'll hurt like hell, but it won't kill you. Your sister will jump, but that's not exactly a tragedy is it?"
As she spoke the portal was opening, becoming bigger, and bigger. The sound of boots on the metal stairs made Dawn realise that Buffy had arrived, but as Glory had predicted, she was too late. Picking up the pace Buffy tried to reach Glory before she jumped.
"Thanks for the portal honey." And with those closing words, she jumped into the portal, there was a flash and a glow before the portal continued to grow larger.
Buffy reached her side, and untied the ropes holding Dawn in place. Nostrils picking up on the smell of blood, Buffy gasped and tried to lead Dawn away from the portal. Dawn groaned, the pain, the pain was excruciating. Resisting Buffy grasp, Dawn drew away and with a swift tug pulled the knife free.
Dawn watched, wide eyed as demons started to pour out of the portal, 'What have I done? Oh goddess.what have I done?' it was obvious Buffy intended to jump.
"It's my turn this time." Dawn stated quietly, she could barley hear her own voice over the roar of the battle, but Buffy's slayer senses picked up on it clearly.
"It'll kill you."
"Maybe, but it's my responsibility, I started this, I have to finish this."
"You can't just give up, you're a Summer's, and Summer's women are fighters, were survivors. You have to fight in this world Dawn."
"I've had enough of fighting Buffy." Dawn's voice was full of pain, of longing for peace.
"That doesn't mean that you just give up." Buffy snapped.
"I'm not. I'm trying to find a way out of this for all of us. If I'm not here, the key's not here, and events like this can never happen again. I can never be the cause." dawn's voice cracked from emotion, tears trickled down her face, leaving streaks where they fell, washing away the dirt, the grime, but not the blood. Dawn tried to explain one last time, tried to make Buffy understand how she felt, why she had to do this. "You have a reason to be here.I don't."
She glanced down at the remaining slayers and scoobies, demons still spilling out of the portal. It was getting desperate, even more so than before. "Look after then Buffy." She whispered. Planting a soft kiss to Buffy's head, she turned and jumped, becoming part of the white light that was the portal.
Author: Me, Lily
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters in this fic, *sigh*
Summary: Dawn ends up in Middle Earth, courtesy of a Hell Goddess, but to find out when and where read on!
A/N: OK, Dawn isn't the slayer, but she will have some slayer powers later, because she was made from Buffy and they share the same blood, but she doesn't have the whole destiny thing going on so she wouldn't be a potential. Got it? Be Nice! Constructive criticism only please (if you're gonna criticise that is)!! Sorry if it's similar to anyone's (to start off with), but it shouldn't be once Dawns arrives in Middle-Earth.
The battle below her was fierce, blades slashed, axes chopped, arrow whistling their own song. This battle shouldn't be happening, it could have been avoided. Why wasn't it then?
Did Giles really think that by killing Ben, he would be ending Glory, by condemning her to a mortal life? No. Glory was back, and back with a vengeance. All the more reason for her to become a God again, to exact her revenge, to crush the Slayer, and return home.
'All in all, not good' Dawn thought. She tugged again at her bindings on her wrists, the tower swaying with her attempts to escape. The wind whipped her hair around; sliced through the dress she was forced to wear for the ceremony.
She ceased to pull on her bindings, the wind was becoming ferocious and she was having trouble to stand up. Fighting to keep her balance Dawn risked another glance down at the battle scene. Bile rose up at the back of her throat, and she fought the urge to throw up.
Glory had improved since last time. No humans, only demons, pure blood demons who wanted to kill every last slayer, who wanted to finish the first's work.
The slayers fought, clawed, hacked their way towards the tower but with no avail. For every demon they killed there was another that replaced it. Bodies, demon and human lay strewn across the ground, tangled together in an intimate pattern.
The wind had begun to die down, and the tower was nearly stable, but Dawn didn't want to look down again, to see so much death, all of which she had caused by simply being, for all she was responsible for.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? I know.my key. Surprise Dawnie! Come on, you really thought I would just disappear like that to become human so that you could live happily ever after?" Glory smiled sardonically, blood red lips stretched over pearly white teeth. There was a fire in her eyes, a fire of joy, of the havoc she was causing, the destruction that she would leave behind in her wake.
"How old are you now Dawn? 20? 21? But you know what? You don't look a day over 18. Wouldn't believe it to look at you, you know. But it could just be that you're being compared to Buffy again, but then it's no surprise that you don't look as haggard as she does is it? She's died twice in the line of duty, she's saved the world, she's the slayer, she's supported you when mommy died, she saved the future of slayers, she's been through so much, blah, blah, blah.
But you've noticed, they look at you differently now. A self absorbed slayer who only notices you when you're about to die, a guy who lost his humour the same time he lost his eye and fiancé, and a witch who became addicted to black magic before her 'special friend' was six-feet under and worm food. What does this tell you Dawnie? What does this tell you?"
Dawn opened her mouth to answer-
"Shush, I kinda want to hear myself talking right now."
Glory paused, watching the pain in Dawn's face, her eyes full of unshed tears.
"Ok, you turn now." She ordered.
"It tells me, that you obviously have no life, no boyfriend, no nothing, if that concerned about my pathetic little life," She spat.
Glory's eyes narrowed and she stepped forward menacingly, the pale moonlight reflecting off the knife, drawing Dawns attention to it. Suddenly she stepped back, her face and body relaxing, her eyes becoming amused, her lips moving into a smug grin.
"I don't need a mortal life, I need and immortal one, which is what you are helping me to do now. As for the boyfriend's issue, why would I want one when I saw what yours did?" There was a comic smirk on her face, and malice was clear ion her eyes.
Dawn felt physically slapped as the stinging memory wormed its way inside her head and heart.
"And with your sister." She clicked her tongue in a motherly way. "I mean really Dawn, how big a betrayal was that?"
Dawn broke eye contact and looked away, out at the starts. "Balls of energy just like me, apart from the fact that I'm green." She thought wryly.
Gathering control of her emotions, Dawn turned back and faced Glory. Looking past her she could see Buffy. She could see her sister slay demon after demon, hardly waiting for one to fall, to be sure that it wouldn't rise again and she was off on to the next, 'just like boyfriends' Dawn mused.
"She won't get here in time. "She's always minutes too late, they always find out what she has strived to keep from them. Always to late, to stop them from being emotionally hurt. You'll watch them die, either from the slow decay of time, or being butchered apart in battle."
There was lightness in her tone, a sound of happiness that Dawn should be put through such pain, such torture.
"They'll look at you with disgust, pity, envy when they find out. Relief will be present. You'll see them die and age before your very eyes, and after that you'll barely be able to remember them."
Her voice was soft, but with an edge of steel. Hate seeped through between every word. She moved forward slowly, until she stood in front of Dawn. Their eyes locked, anticipation shone through in Glory's while Dawns were carefully blank, unreadable. Glory leaned forward, her mouth centimetres away from Dawn's ear.
Her breath was warm as she spoke, "How's it going to feel, when they find out.you're immortal?"
As Glory uttered the last two words, she jammed the knife into Dawn's stomach. Re-opening old scars from the last ceremony. Dawns gasped silently as the cold steel of the knife slid into her gut. Blood rushed along the handle, onto Glory's hand.
"How?" Dawn chocked out.
Glory removed her hand from the hilt of the knife; she raised her hand and looked at the blood on it. Reaching up to Dawns face she slid one finger along her cheek bone, and underneath her jaw. Searing pain followed, and Dawn struggled not to cry out.
"You're the key, you've always been around and you'll always be around, forever and ever, and ever." Glory's voice grew quieter "forever and ever and ever." She sighed happily, coming to a stop as her voice trailed off.
Dawn could feel the blood seeping between her toes. She looked down at the blood on them, before looking Glory in the eye, a small smirk playing around her mouth.
"You've got the wrong date, no portal to hell."
A look of un-certainty crossed Glory's face.
"This'll just kill me" Dawn carried on, "and then bye, bye key."
"Don't try to be intelligent, the key wasn't supposed to have a brain, did you not hear me? You're immortal, never going to rot, never going to heaven or hell-well maybe hell."
Glory's tirade was cut off as a bright light appeared from underneath Dawn. It was a portal, Dawn looked down horrified.
"But, t-the, the dates, t-t-this isn't supposed to happen." She stuttered.
"Oh, don't worry. This won't kill you, it'll hurt like hell, but it won't kill you. Your sister will jump, but that's not exactly a tragedy is it?"
As she spoke the portal was opening, becoming bigger, and bigger. The sound of boots on the metal stairs made Dawn realise that Buffy had arrived, but as Glory had predicted, she was too late. Picking up the pace Buffy tried to reach Glory before she jumped.
"Thanks for the portal honey." And with those closing words, she jumped into the portal, there was a flash and a glow before the portal continued to grow larger.
Buffy reached her side, and untied the ropes holding Dawn in place. Nostrils picking up on the smell of blood, Buffy gasped and tried to lead Dawn away from the portal. Dawn groaned, the pain, the pain was excruciating. Resisting Buffy grasp, Dawn drew away and with a swift tug pulled the knife free.
Dawn watched, wide eyed as demons started to pour out of the portal, 'What have I done? Oh goddess.what have I done?' it was obvious Buffy intended to jump.
"It's my turn this time." Dawn stated quietly, she could barley hear her own voice over the roar of the battle, but Buffy's slayer senses picked up on it clearly.
"It'll kill you."
"Maybe, but it's my responsibility, I started this, I have to finish this."
"You can't just give up, you're a Summer's, and Summer's women are fighters, were survivors. You have to fight in this world Dawn."
"I've had enough of fighting Buffy." Dawn's voice was full of pain, of longing for peace.
"That doesn't mean that you just give up." Buffy snapped.
"I'm not. I'm trying to find a way out of this for all of us. If I'm not here, the key's not here, and events like this can never happen again. I can never be the cause." dawn's voice cracked from emotion, tears trickled down her face, leaving streaks where they fell, washing away the dirt, the grime, but not the blood. Dawn tried to explain one last time, tried to make Buffy understand how she felt, why she had to do this. "You have a reason to be here.I don't."
She glanced down at the remaining slayers and scoobies, demons still spilling out of the portal. It was getting desperate, even more so than before. "Look after then Buffy." She whispered. Planting a soft kiss to Buffy's head, she turned and jumped, becoming part of the white light that was the portal.