hey. sorry for the huge gap in updates. i haf some family problems. but heres a rather short chapter thirteen, but chapter fourteen and fifteen are nearly done so they WILL be up by the end of the week. hope you enjoy the chapter. rock on
Chapter Thirteen: Plans Revealed
The Deeper Well, England"Stay calm Spike, you've only just returned to this world," Wesley was holding Spike back with a energy shield, one of his new powers granted as keeper of the well.
Spike was nude, with small scars all over him. He was vamped out, trying to get at Wesley.
The reason he had in hell had deserted him.
He wanted to rip open Wesley's throat and drink.
Of course he didn't know it was Wesley.
He had been in hell for what had seemed like four hundred years.
Whilst there, he had no hunger, but now it had caught up to him. Like the mother of all hangovers.
"This is no good..." muttered the ex-watcher under his breath.
He raised his hands, releasing a wave of energy at Spike, knocking him out.
"He won't be of any use to me now," Wesley murmured. "What will I do now?"
A figure appeared in front of the well's guardian.
"You know what to do, I've told you a million times," The figure was an exact copy of him, only dressed as he had when he first came to Sunnydale.
"No, but you're not real," Wesley muttered, looking at the ground. "Can't be, not a real boy..." Wesley paused, looked up and snapped. "You're a figment!"
The other Wesley rolled his eyes. "You're impossible. Since Fred died, you've been slipping further into insanity. I can't believe you kept it together when your friends were here,"
Wesley looked up, almost recognising what he was looking at. "You..."
But as soon as the clarity was there, it faded again. "What do we do?"
The other Wesley looked at the crumbling man. He was a shadow of his former self.
"I told you what the Immortal is planning, and you have to let it happen," The fake Wesley paused. "Because we can defeat him, but not Draven."
Wesley regained his clarity. "I remember."
"Good," The other smiled as he said this.
L.A., United States
Buffy, Angel and Giles all stood in Faith and Riley's room.
"We need to think of something," Buffy announced. "We have to stop this Draven character before he does whatever it is he is planning."
Angel looked at the slayer. Even though she had rejected him, he still loved her.
"Not to be Mr tall, dark and negative, but how Buffy?" Angel asked.
"I don't know. We need Willow here." Buffy paused.
"What is it Buffy?" Giles asked.
Buffy looked into space the way she sometimes did, before focussing back on Giles. "Wesley," She muttered.
"What about him?" Riley asked. "Wait, who's Wesley?"
"Ex-watcher, now he's a mystical guardian." Angel told him, not taking his eyes off Buffy.
"And the weird keeps coming..." Riley murmured.
"He said 'I have to bring him back'. What did he mean?" Buffy asked.
"He was insane, probably didn't know what he meant."
Everyone turned to the door. Connor was standing there.
"What are you doing here?" Angel asked.
"You take me to another country, tell me I'm something to do with the apocalypse and then tell me I'm not. I want to help."
Angel looked at his son. "No."
"You can't call me in when you want, and then send me away just as quick. This isn't your game anymore, dad," Connor almost spat the last word. "I'm staying."
"We don't have time for this," Giles interrupted. "Angel, let the boy stay. There's a very real possibility we won't live out the week anyway. Let him be with his father."
Angel looked at Giles. "Fine," he said turning back to face Connor. "But no dying"
Connor smirked.
Angel didn't. Angel meant the last part. It wasn't a joke.
Buffy looked between the two. "Back to the issue at hand."
Everyone looked at Buffy. "How do we stop Draven?"
The gathered faces looked between each other. No one answered.
Buffy frowned. "Where's a witch when you need one?"
Rome, Italy
Willow looked at the floor.
Two bodies.
One was hers.
This was confusing her on so many levels.
One moment she had been talking to Wilkins, the next a sharp blow to her neck.
There was no indication of what had done this to her, but Willow was pissed none the less.
Wilkins body lay next to hers. Whatever had got her had taken out him at the same time.
Willow looked around.
Nothing was there. She didn't know much more than when she had arrived. Only that Dawn had been taken, and that Kennedy was still missing. And that someone wanted her out of the picture.
And they had done it.
She was dead.
Well sort of.
She was still here. Willow knew this was wrong. That she should be gone. In heaven or hell, or anywhere that wasn't here.
But somehow, for somereason she was still there. And she was going to use this to her advantage.
L.A., United States
Lindsey was confused as to what had happened in the last few days. He had died, he had come back, and now he was being held captive by some madman who apparently was working with Angel and his gang.
He was chained to a wall, in some factory or warehouse.
Lindsey didn't really know or care. To say Lindsey was confused was actually an understatement.
"Why did you take me?" the ex-lawyer asked.
The Immortal turned to face him. "You're the key Spawn of Draven," The Immortal paused. "Well not THE key, but you are a major factor."
"I don't understand..." Lindsay retorted, feeling more lost in this convoluted state of affairs.
The Immortal sighed. "I don't need you to understand, because within the next hour or so you'll be brain dead any way. Just a zombie, a shadow of the man you were,"
Shock and fear merged into one and grabbed Lindsey's face.
"But be assured you will be rewarded for your sacrifice," The Immortal smiled.
Draven looked at the rubble of Wolfram and Hart.
It was to be the site of his apocalypse.
In all the years he had been sealed under the Hollywood hills he had dreamed of this moment.
It was actually refreshing not to be able to fail.
He smiled.
He raised his hands and from beneath the rubble raised a tower.
Draven waited for the tower to stop moving and flew himself up to the top. Waiting for him was a bound and gagged Dawn. He smiled.
"Nearly show time now deary," he licked his lips. "It's gonna be a heart breaker..."
Dawn's eyes went wide.
"You want me to explain how this works?" Draven asked Dawn.
Dawn could do nothing but try and scream through her gag.
"Excellent. As you wish," Draven smirked. "You see, as we all know you are the Key. And I am the key maker. As your creator I can use you in a way no one dare imagine. I can re-shape the world with you. I can make it the place it was."
Dawn looked at Draven, fear trembling through her body.
"I'm afraid that when I use you however, it will be quite excruciating. I'm not anatomically equipped to interface with humans," He let his mouth curl up into a smile.
Tears rolled down Dawn's cheek.
"I'm explaining this too you for two reasons," Draven continued, ignoring her tears. "See, one is that I just plain prefer you scared."
Dawn sobbed again, much to Draven's delight.
"The second is that I want the slayer here, so I can break her neck before I destroy this world. Her and that Vampire with a soul..."
Dawn looked up, still trembling, but also confused now.
"The witch is here," Draven spat the word witch.
Dawn looked around, trying to see Willow. Praying to see Willow.
"You can't see her. She's a ghost." Draven smiled, turning to Willow.
"Isn't that right Miss Rosenberg?"
Willow stood, for lack of a better word, in front of Draven.
"I was impressed with the speed you displayed in getting here, I have to say, I was most im-"
"If you hurt her I'll-"
"You'll what? Float in front of me?" Draven looked at Willow, a twinkle in his eye. "No, you and I both know all you can do is bring the slayer here to try and stop me,"
Willow's face filled with anger.
"Now, off you go, like a good little human," Draven waved the witch off. "Oh, dreadfully sorry, ex-human,"
And with that a flash of light struck Willow, sending her all the way back to the Hyperion.
And thats chapter thirteen. hope you enjoyed it. i'm sorting out all the things for the remaining chapters and the next story. hopefully you enjoyed it. again sorry for the length of time it took for me to update.