AN: Hi all! Here's the new chapter, sorry that its kinda short, but I still
haven't made up my mind about the hole Boromir situation.I've got an even
number of votes for him to live/die, and while I was previously leaning
towards letting him live, I'm not to sure what I would do with him,
probably send him off to Gondor or something.anyway let me know what you
think, if you want him to live then say so, otherwise I'll kill him off as
both Tolkien and PJ do. Apologies once more for the shortness, lateness,
and no doubt the numerous mistakes in this chapter, I think that its kinda
bare. BIG THANKYOU to Delphine Pryde, divad relffehs, Pheonix Evans,
WillowAnnHarris, Bitch Goddess and Charmedfanatic3000 for reviewing, I hope
that you let me know what you think of this chapter.
Enjoy!
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It was the tremors that raced beneath the ground, which caused Dawn to stir, taking her away from the peaceful slumber from which she was in. She could feel something coming; the air was thick with tension, with anticipation. A shadow seemed to spread throughout the trees, chasing the light away.
She could hear the far off thud of feet, which became louder and louder the longer she listened. It sounded familiar, like the uber vampires down in the hellmouth a few years ago.
'Oh please don't let there be uber vamps coming by right now!'
'Don't be stupid!' The second part of her mind rationalized. 'It's the middle of the day!'
A large roar rang out, a roar of cheers, like the roar at a football game, when a team scores, and the crowd chant, stamping their feet against the concrete floor as they cheer. 'Something's happen.' Dawn realized.
The hollow feeling in her stomach put her on edge. Something was coming. Closing her eyes, Dawn concentrated on steadying her breathing and focused her senses. She could hear them, their heavy breathing, the harsh grunts of effort as they crossed the land at a fast pace. They were coming from the east, her spider senses told her as she reached out. The growl of orders vibrated through the earth forcing Dawn to sit up suddenly, her frame stiff with tension, despite the adrenaline that fueled her body.
Whatever was coming was covering the ground fast, she could hear them clearly, their weapons and armor clanking as they moved. Their stench reached her nose and Dawn screwed her face up in disgust. 'Could recognize that smell anywhere, really, what does that say about my social life? Yes I'm not going to have one in this dimension either, what are chances of this world having demons as well?' Dawn contemplated. 'Maybe they don't have shrimp.'
The air was humming, and Dawn could have sworn that she could see the tree's rattling with the vibrations given off by the demons at their feet jerked down into the ground as they traveled. She could feel the revulsion of the earth as their feet slammed down into the rich soil, contaminating it, poisoning it, causing a greater harm each time the orcs put their filthy feet on the surface, grinding the grass down.
The distant noises of battle cut through the air, her memory recognizing them instantly. She could pick out the singing of the bow and arrow, the slices of swords and knives, the thick whistling of an axe, the dull thud as dead bodies hit the soil. Shouting registered in her mind, although she couldn't make out the entirety of what they were saying, but they were deep, men's voices. 'Wonder if it's the hot blonde from the river, damn hormones! Now is not the time!' She scolded her self.
The fighting was still waging in the distant back ground, but the snarling of the demons warned her that they were coming closer to her supposed place of rest.
Snatching up her bag, Dawn rolled around behind one of the trees, effectively hiding herself from view as she mentally ran through the number of weapons that she carried on her body at the moment. Her sword nudging her leg as she moved, the small dagger in her boot, and her wrist guard on her left arm.
Pressing her back against the tree, she left her bag where it was, there was no time to try and get some more weapons, she have to improvise. Her eyes wide, she watched with amazement as what appeared to be two children rushed past her, calling to each other with what appeared to be excitement. 'Are they mad? They're going to get themselves killed! Ok, maybe Buffy did have a point abut me not going patrolling after all.' She admitted guiltily.
"-I know, run!" One of the children said to the other as they ran past her, not spotting Dawn in her dark clothing as she flattened her body up against the tree, trying to remain inconspicuous.
Following the two children, streams of demons poured out from behind the trees, leaping over stray rocks and boulder, quickly gaining ground on the two children they were chasing.
Moving from her hiding place, Dawn picked up her pace, trying to catch up with the children before the demons did. But she'd been spotted, the demons picking up on her scent before she'd even gotten close enough to the children to help protect them.
Pumping her legs harder, she tried in vain to reach the children as the first few demons started to close in around them. Her speed started to pick up, but unfortunately she caught the demons attention in her bid to get to the children.
Pulling her sword free she swung it into a demon that was getting a little to close to her for comfort. Pulling out her sword out Dawn moved directly into the path of the demons, cutting them down as they raced past her with swift graceful movements, not pausing to see the bodies fall to the ground, littering the forest floor as their blood seeped out of their wounds, staining the green grass, discoloring the small stems with its hideous black slime.
Their necks thick, and their armor broad, Dawn continued to hack away at the demons. Bu they weren't entirely focused on Dawn, bypassing her as they rushed to get to the children, only those that were in her path challenged her, and Dawn was constantly back-tracking as she fought, the children becoming further and further away from her.
Energy coursed through her blood stream as she ducked a blade that was being swung at her head, dropping to the ground she allowed her instincts to take over, and took a demons legs out from underneath it, and flipping back on to her feet, Dawn took her sword and buried it in the demons throat.
A loud hollow, bellowing sound ripped through the forest, and Dawn swiveled around on hearing the sound again. She barely had time to look at who was making the noise, before she was once more under attack.
The man was a skilled warrior, upturning his opponents, killing them with a passion, while still continuing to blow the horn that hung at his hip. The children stood behind him, small swords at the ready, but no demons got past the warrior.
Dawn followed their lead, and began to retreat down towards them as they backed away, the warrior constantly calling out on the horn.
Dead demons lay all around her, and Dawn could no longer drop down onto her feet and kick the legs out from underneath any demons due to the carcasses scattered about. Making the ground slippery with their blood.
The sound of the battle was deafening, but adrenaline raced through her veins, and a power that she had never felt before existed in her body, and she was feeling light headed with the new emotions existing, and she started to understand the invincibility that Buffy felt, the thrill of the kill while slaying. She understood the addiction Faith had felt, and her compassion for the rouge slayer and what she had been through deepened.
Despite the numbers of demons that were being slewed, there was still no change in the floods of demons that ran past her; whatever they were here for, she definitely wasn't it. But this only increased Dawn's anxiety and unease.
Yet another demon tried to pass her, and spinning around she stepped out of reach from its blade, and stepped up her attack. Parrying a blow the demon made at her head, Dawn pushed the blade away, knocking it out of the demons grasp, twisting her body, she brought her foot up in a high kick, and caught the demons face with the heel of her boot, stunning it further before she raised her sword once again, and neatly sliced off the demons head.
The air grew denser yet, and the entire forest seemed to be screaming out at her. The world around Dawn became quiet and lifting her head, she looked up at the top of the valley, twirling out of a demons grip and burying her weapon in its stomach, sliding the blade up underneath its armor. Pulling it free she watched awe as the leader of the demons stood tall and proud, its face full of twisted malice and mirth, his cracked leathery lips peeling open to reveal a mouth rotten teeth, and Dawn fancied that she could smell its breath from she was standing.
Still she fought, yet another demon meeting its end on the edge of her sword. Dawn retreated back, trying to reach the children and the warrior protecting them as now they stood in one spot, seemingly surrounded by demons.
She was almost there. 'Just a few feet more.' she told herself.
Spinning, her sword meet the back of a demons neck, the blade lodging itself between the bones, and Dawn tried to pull it free as the demon feel, she pulled once again, but she wasn't paying attention.
Her thoughts focused on the demon that had reached for his bow, and put an arrow in place, the bowstring being stretched to its limits as it was pulled back, groaning in protest and the demon smirked, eyeing his prey.
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A/N: Let me know about Boromir, and as always R&R! Thank you!
Enjoy!
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It was the tremors that raced beneath the ground, which caused Dawn to stir, taking her away from the peaceful slumber from which she was in. She could feel something coming; the air was thick with tension, with anticipation. A shadow seemed to spread throughout the trees, chasing the light away.
She could hear the far off thud of feet, which became louder and louder the longer she listened. It sounded familiar, like the uber vampires down in the hellmouth a few years ago.
'Oh please don't let there be uber vamps coming by right now!'
'Don't be stupid!' The second part of her mind rationalized. 'It's the middle of the day!'
A large roar rang out, a roar of cheers, like the roar at a football game, when a team scores, and the crowd chant, stamping their feet against the concrete floor as they cheer. 'Something's happen.' Dawn realized.
The hollow feeling in her stomach put her on edge. Something was coming. Closing her eyes, Dawn concentrated on steadying her breathing and focused her senses. She could hear them, their heavy breathing, the harsh grunts of effort as they crossed the land at a fast pace. They were coming from the east, her spider senses told her as she reached out. The growl of orders vibrated through the earth forcing Dawn to sit up suddenly, her frame stiff with tension, despite the adrenaline that fueled her body.
Whatever was coming was covering the ground fast, she could hear them clearly, their weapons and armor clanking as they moved. Their stench reached her nose and Dawn screwed her face up in disgust. 'Could recognize that smell anywhere, really, what does that say about my social life? Yes I'm not going to have one in this dimension either, what are chances of this world having demons as well?' Dawn contemplated. 'Maybe they don't have shrimp.'
The air was humming, and Dawn could have sworn that she could see the tree's rattling with the vibrations given off by the demons at their feet jerked down into the ground as they traveled. She could feel the revulsion of the earth as their feet slammed down into the rich soil, contaminating it, poisoning it, causing a greater harm each time the orcs put their filthy feet on the surface, grinding the grass down.
The distant noises of battle cut through the air, her memory recognizing them instantly. She could pick out the singing of the bow and arrow, the slices of swords and knives, the thick whistling of an axe, the dull thud as dead bodies hit the soil. Shouting registered in her mind, although she couldn't make out the entirety of what they were saying, but they were deep, men's voices. 'Wonder if it's the hot blonde from the river, damn hormones! Now is not the time!' She scolded her self.
The fighting was still waging in the distant back ground, but the snarling of the demons warned her that they were coming closer to her supposed place of rest.
Snatching up her bag, Dawn rolled around behind one of the trees, effectively hiding herself from view as she mentally ran through the number of weapons that she carried on her body at the moment. Her sword nudging her leg as she moved, the small dagger in her boot, and her wrist guard on her left arm.
Pressing her back against the tree, she left her bag where it was, there was no time to try and get some more weapons, she have to improvise. Her eyes wide, she watched with amazement as what appeared to be two children rushed past her, calling to each other with what appeared to be excitement. 'Are they mad? They're going to get themselves killed! Ok, maybe Buffy did have a point abut me not going patrolling after all.' She admitted guiltily.
"-I know, run!" One of the children said to the other as they ran past her, not spotting Dawn in her dark clothing as she flattened her body up against the tree, trying to remain inconspicuous.
Following the two children, streams of demons poured out from behind the trees, leaping over stray rocks and boulder, quickly gaining ground on the two children they were chasing.
Moving from her hiding place, Dawn picked up her pace, trying to catch up with the children before the demons did. But she'd been spotted, the demons picking up on her scent before she'd even gotten close enough to the children to help protect them.
Pumping her legs harder, she tried in vain to reach the children as the first few demons started to close in around them. Her speed started to pick up, but unfortunately she caught the demons attention in her bid to get to the children.
Pulling her sword free she swung it into a demon that was getting a little to close to her for comfort. Pulling out her sword out Dawn moved directly into the path of the demons, cutting them down as they raced past her with swift graceful movements, not pausing to see the bodies fall to the ground, littering the forest floor as their blood seeped out of their wounds, staining the green grass, discoloring the small stems with its hideous black slime.
Their necks thick, and their armor broad, Dawn continued to hack away at the demons. Bu they weren't entirely focused on Dawn, bypassing her as they rushed to get to the children, only those that were in her path challenged her, and Dawn was constantly back-tracking as she fought, the children becoming further and further away from her.
Energy coursed through her blood stream as she ducked a blade that was being swung at her head, dropping to the ground she allowed her instincts to take over, and took a demons legs out from underneath it, and flipping back on to her feet, Dawn took her sword and buried it in the demons throat.
A loud hollow, bellowing sound ripped through the forest, and Dawn swiveled around on hearing the sound again. She barely had time to look at who was making the noise, before she was once more under attack.
The man was a skilled warrior, upturning his opponents, killing them with a passion, while still continuing to blow the horn that hung at his hip. The children stood behind him, small swords at the ready, but no demons got past the warrior.
Dawn followed their lead, and began to retreat down towards them as they backed away, the warrior constantly calling out on the horn.
Dead demons lay all around her, and Dawn could no longer drop down onto her feet and kick the legs out from underneath any demons due to the carcasses scattered about. Making the ground slippery with their blood.
The sound of the battle was deafening, but adrenaline raced through her veins, and a power that she had never felt before existed in her body, and she was feeling light headed with the new emotions existing, and she started to understand the invincibility that Buffy felt, the thrill of the kill while slaying. She understood the addiction Faith had felt, and her compassion for the rouge slayer and what she had been through deepened.
Despite the numbers of demons that were being slewed, there was still no change in the floods of demons that ran past her; whatever they were here for, she definitely wasn't it. But this only increased Dawn's anxiety and unease.
Yet another demon tried to pass her, and spinning around she stepped out of reach from its blade, and stepped up her attack. Parrying a blow the demon made at her head, Dawn pushed the blade away, knocking it out of the demons grasp, twisting her body, she brought her foot up in a high kick, and caught the demons face with the heel of her boot, stunning it further before she raised her sword once again, and neatly sliced off the demons head.
The air grew denser yet, and the entire forest seemed to be screaming out at her. The world around Dawn became quiet and lifting her head, she looked up at the top of the valley, twirling out of a demons grip and burying her weapon in its stomach, sliding the blade up underneath its armor. Pulling it free she watched awe as the leader of the demons stood tall and proud, its face full of twisted malice and mirth, his cracked leathery lips peeling open to reveal a mouth rotten teeth, and Dawn fancied that she could smell its breath from she was standing.
Still she fought, yet another demon meeting its end on the edge of her sword. Dawn retreated back, trying to reach the children and the warrior protecting them as now they stood in one spot, seemingly surrounded by demons.
She was almost there. 'Just a few feet more.' she told herself.
Spinning, her sword meet the back of a demons neck, the blade lodging itself between the bones, and Dawn tried to pull it free as the demon feel, she pulled once again, but she wasn't paying attention.
Her thoughts focused on the demon that had reached for his bow, and put an arrow in place, the bowstring being stretched to its limits as it was pulled back, groaning in protest and the demon smirked, eyeing his prey.
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A/N: Let me know about Boromir, and as always R&R! Thank you!