Title: Demons from the past
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer:Not smart enough, or enough money so it ain't mine. DAMN YOU WHEDON!
Summary: My first real sequel, all others have been fakes, kind of an AU of S7 so a bit more original than most.
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Willow was running down the hall.
Something big was happening, she had gotten called a few minutes ago, and it's been the first time in three days that she's heard from Gwen. Something was going on and no one was saying anythin.
It had been three days since Mai's vision in the meditation room. The high level witches whisked her to a private wing in the house.
Since then things have become a bit odd. Almost all lessons and meditations were cancelled, the need for supplies has increased, and she hasn't seen Gwen or any of the other high ranking witches in two days, even more disturbing was the arrival of strangers that came in and weren't seen again. That wasn't the alarming part, there are three wings in the whole building, one housed Mai, that whole wing has been locked and blacked out.
Coming to a stop at Gwen's office door she lightly knocked.
"Come in Willow"
Opening the door Willow was shocked to see the disarray of the once neat and clean office. It was simple, for walls, desk in the middle with two guest seats in front and warmly lit. In the back wall a large rack stood, usually it held a impressive collection of ancient scrolls. Half of which were now strewn across the desk.
Gwen was standing examining one of them. Closing the door Willow walked forward. Gwen looked up and smiled a smile that didn't seem to reach her eyes. Upon a closer look Willow could tell that the powerful witch had been staying up late, not getting enough sleep.
Motioning for her to sit, Gwen moved around the desk and sat down in the guest chair opposite to her. The redheads eyes darted around looking at the mess around her, she was startled when Gwen broke the silence.
"Willow how long have you been here with us?"
Thinking quickly she spoke.
"Um about five months I think maybe."
The woman smiled and nodded.
"Five months, seems longer doesn't it?"
Smiling Willow nodded.
"You still feel you need to stay longer?"
Willows smile faded, looking down she nodded slowly. Gwen smiled as she stood and began walking back behind her desk.
"Unfortunately you can't stay here any longer."
Willows head shot up and looked at the witches sad face in shock.
"But wait, what'd I do, did I do something wrong, I..."
Gwen interrupted the nervous rambling.
"Remember what Mai said?"
Willow still wasn't thinking calmly and shot up in her seat to plead her case.
"I didn't do that, I mean I don't think I did, I won't do it again I swear just don't..." *don't throw me away*.
Tears began to fill up her eyes and fall down her cheeks. Gwen slammed her palm on the desk.
"Willow!"
This shocked the redhead out of her stupor and teary eyed she stared at the serious face in front of her.
"She said it was coming, that they would unleash it and it would devour us all. If there was anywhere someone would want to unleash an evil where do you think they would do it?"
Realization dawned on her, they weren't throwing her out, they were sending her home to help her friends. But something told her there was more. Something in the other witches eyes that said there was more, and things weren't looking good.
"You know what's coming."
It was a statement that made the other witch look away. Sighing she spoke.
"Yes."
Standing still for a moment she continued.
"Existence as we know it is like a chess game, between many players all trying to defeat the other. Like in a chess game there are foreseeable moves that can be predicted and planned upon. One of the players is an evil older than time, one with many powerful followers but has no name. It has been a major player in the game, existing between hell an earth, until it saw an opportunity and decided it wanted to make its grand move. Unable to take physical form it began to gather it's followers for the attack."
She sat down with another sigh, as did Willow.
" The powers foresaw this move and began to put the pieces into place for a defense that they knew would win against it."
Willow mulled this around a bit.
"Us."
This caused the grim look on Gwens face to deepen a little.
"Yes, each one of you represented a piece in the defense, everyone was in the process of being put into place, until something happened. One of the pieces was removed from the board. Without him you would have failed and the game would be lost."
Willows eyes widened as she whispered the name that haunted her.
"Spike."
The grim expression stayed on Gwen's face as she nodded.
"Unlike chess, there are sudden unexpected changes caused by the pieces themselves in this game. You sending Spike to a hell dimension was one of them. The plan had to be re-planned. Fortunately he did something no one expected or thought possible, he banished the evil from earth forever. It seemed that whatever advantage this evil had, was now lost."
Gwen let out a soft, sad laugh.
"All for love."
Willows head bent downward as a watery smile sprung up on her face. She looked up again as Gwen went on.
"Obviously the next move was for the followers to try and find a way to unleash it. We knew all this before you came to us. We were confident there was no spell that could bring it back, William the Bloody had done his work well. But things have shifted, somehow the followers have found a way, and are beginning to gather again. They must wait until the one year anniversary of the banishment to summon it, and they intend to be ready."
Willow could feel the guilt began to gather in her gut. She had caused this, and now her friends lives were at stake again. If the other witch saw Willows distress she gave no hint of it.
"Their leader is powerful, more powerful than we expected, and seeing the state you all are in, it doesn't look good."
Willow had been silent all through this, the guilt and shock were coursing through her as she spoke.
"What do we do?"
Gwen then sat forward and looked right into Willows eyes.
"The powers have warned us with the vision they sent to Mai, and the means to fight the it's followers, this first evil must not be allowed to re-enter this world. And there is only one who has been successful in banishing it. Thus we must call on him."
If Willow could have popped her eyes out of their sockets she would have.
"B...But he's...I mean...he died, He can't be."
Willows eyes caught Gwens and she could see that the other witch knew. Spike was still alive.
"He's still..."
Gwen nodded slowly.
"The demon endured in the dimension he was sent to. We have the spell to summon him, the time is right, all we need is one final factor."
She paused to make sure Willow was paying complete attention.
"The person that sent him there."
Willows face almost collapsed into tears.
For a five minutes they sat there in silence. If Willows emotions were a storm everyone in a seven mile radius would have to take cover. Part of her wanted to break down. Run away and let the world fall apart. Another much larger was asking a million questions a minute. A tiny piece wondered whether or not she could do this. The rest of her told that tiny piece to shut the hell up. She had to do this. With tears still in her eyes, the famous resolve face shut like an iron curtain.
"What do I do?"
Gwens face brightened with the widest smile Willow had seen her wear. Getting out of her seat she went to the door and opened it.
"Follow me."
Without a word Willow got up and followed her down the hall that lead to the third wing. The place was dimly lit with only candlelight leading the way. They stopped in front of a door in the resident bedroom hall. The older witch took out a key that had been in her dress pocket and unlocked the door. Willow gasped when she walked inside.
The room was almost pitch black except for a few candles that lit the room. The room itself was just four walls, a roof and a floor. A circular design had been painted in what she could tell was blood, around it was placed different herbs and magical ingredients. There were already five other Witches in the room setting up, a few she knew and a few she didn't but had seen arrive.
Once they had seen her enter the room everyone took their place and sat in a circle surrounding the one on the floor. Willow followed suit with Gwen next to her. The five other people there began to chant in low voices while Gwen began to speak and ancient language that sounded Sumarian.
Slowly Gwen picked up a knife and cut Willows hand while speaking the ancient language.. She then stabbed the bloodied blade into the painted design. The instant the blade touched the blood on the floor a wind began to blow in the room. The chanting grew and soon Lightning and Fire appeared in the middle of the circle.
Willow held her breath and her hand as the fire and lightning cleared revealing a form clad in black.
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A/N: AHA! I found a way to bring Spike back. I know your frightened, I know your saying "You frighten me with your cheesy writing, please stop." NO WAY BABY!
This is the third chapter, which means that if I can write another after this, there is a good chance of finishing, but once again I make no promises.
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer:Not smart enough, or enough money so it ain't mine. DAMN YOU WHEDON!
Summary: My first real sequel, all others have been fakes, kind of an AU of S7 so a bit more original than most.
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Willow was running down the hall.
Something big was happening, she had gotten called a few minutes ago, and it's been the first time in three days that she's heard from Gwen. Something was going on and no one was saying anythin.
It had been three days since Mai's vision in the meditation room. The high level witches whisked her to a private wing in the house.
Since then things have become a bit odd. Almost all lessons and meditations were cancelled, the need for supplies has increased, and she hasn't seen Gwen or any of the other high ranking witches in two days, even more disturbing was the arrival of strangers that came in and weren't seen again. That wasn't the alarming part, there are three wings in the whole building, one housed Mai, that whole wing has been locked and blacked out.
Coming to a stop at Gwen's office door she lightly knocked.
"Come in Willow"
Opening the door Willow was shocked to see the disarray of the once neat and clean office. It was simple, for walls, desk in the middle with two guest seats in front and warmly lit. In the back wall a large rack stood, usually it held a impressive collection of ancient scrolls. Half of which were now strewn across the desk.
Gwen was standing examining one of them. Closing the door Willow walked forward. Gwen looked up and smiled a smile that didn't seem to reach her eyes. Upon a closer look Willow could tell that the powerful witch had been staying up late, not getting enough sleep.
Motioning for her to sit, Gwen moved around the desk and sat down in the guest chair opposite to her. The redheads eyes darted around looking at the mess around her, she was startled when Gwen broke the silence.
"Willow how long have you been here with us?"
Thinking quickly she spoke.
"Um about five months I think maybe."
The woman smiled and nodded.
"Five months, seems longer doesn't it?"
Smiling Willow nodded.
"You still feel you need to stay longer?"
Willows smile faded, looking down she nodded slowly. Gwen smiled as she stood and began walking back behind her desk.
"Unfortunately you can't stay here any longer."
Willows head shot up and looked at the witches sad face in shock.
"But wait, what'd I do, did I do something wrong, I..."
Gwen interrupted the nervous rambling.
"Remember what Mai said?"
Willow still wasn't thinking calmly and shot up in her seat to plead her case.
"I didn't do that, I mean I don't think I did, I won't do it again I swear just don't..." *don't throw me away*.
Tears began to fill up her eyes and fall down her cheeks. Gwen slammed her palm on the desk.
"Willow!"
This shocked the redhead out of her stupor and teary eyed she stared at the serious face in front of her.
"She said it was coming, that they would unleash it and it would devour us all. If there was anywhere someone would want to unleash an evil where do you think they would do it?"
Realization dawned on her, they weren't throwing her out, they were sending her home to help her friends. But something told her there was more. Something in the other witches eyes that said there was more, and things weren't looking good.
"You know what's coming."
It was a statement that made the other witch look away. Sighing she spoke.
"Yes."
Standing still for a moment she continued.
"Existence as we know it is like a chess game, between many players all trying to defeat the other. Like in a chess game there are foreseeable moves that can be predicted and planned upon. One of the players is an evil older than time, one with many powerful followers but has no name. It has been a major player in the game, existing between hell an earth, until it saw an opportunity and decided it wanted to make its grand move. Unable to take physical form it began to gather it's followers for the attack."
She sat down with another sigh, as did Willow.
" The powers foresaw this move and began to put the pieces into place for a defense that they knew would win against it."
Willow mulled this around a bit.
"Us."
This caused the grim look on Gwens face to deepen a little.
"Yes, each one of you represented a piece in the defense, everyone was in the process of being put into place, until something happened. One of the pieces was removed from the board. Without him you would have failed and the game would be lost."
Willows eyes widened as she whispered the name that haunted her.
"Spike."
The grim expression stayed on Gwen's face as she nodded.
"Unlike chess, there are sudden unexpected changes caused by the pieces themselves in this game. You sending Spike to a hell dimension was one of them. The plan had to be re-planned. Fortunately he did something no one expected or thought possible, he banished the evil from earth forever. It seemed that whatever advantage this evil had, was now lost."
Gwen let out a soft, sad laugh.
"All for love."
Willows head bent downward as a watery smile sprung up on her face. She looked up again as Gwen went on.
"Obviously the next move was for the followers to try and find a way to unleash it. We knew all this before you came to us. We were confident there was no spell that could bring it back, William the Bloody had done his work well. But things have shifted, somehow the followers have found a way, and are beginning to gather again. They must wait until the one year anniversary of the banishment to summon it, and they intend to be ready."
Willow could feel the guilt began to gather in her gut. She had caused this, and now her friends lives were at stake again. If the other witch saw Willows distress she gave no hint of it.
"Their leader is powerful, more powerful than we expected, and seeing the state you all are in, it doesn't look good."
Willow had been silent all through this, the guilt and shock were coursing through her as she spoke.
"What do we do?"
Gwen then sat forward and looked right into Willows eyes.
"The powers have warned us with the vision they sent to Mai, and the means to fight the it's followers, this first evil must not be allowed to re-enter this world. And there is only one who has been successful in banishing it. Thus we must call on him."
If Willow could have popped her eyes out of their sockets she would have.
"B...But he's...I mean...he died, He can't be."
Willows eyes caught Gwens and she could see that the other witch knew. Spike was still alive.
"He's still..."
Gwen nodded slowly.
"The demon endured in the dimension he was sent to. We have the spell to summon him, the time is right, all we need is one final factor."
She paused to make sure Willow was paying complete attention.
"The person that sent him there."
Willows face almost collapsed into tears.
For a five minutes they sat there in silence. If Willows emotions were a storm everyone in a seven mile radius would have to take cover. Part of her wanted to break down. Run away and let the world fall apart. Another much larger was asking a million questions a minute. A tiny piece wondered whether or not she could do this. The rest of her told that tiny piece to shut the hell up. She had to do this. With tears still in her eyes, the famous resolve face shut like an iron curtain.
"What do I do?"
Gwens face brightened with the widest smile Willow had seen her wear. Getting out of her seat she went to the door and opened it.
"Follow me."
Without a word Willow got up and followed her down the hall that lead to the third wing. The place was dimly lit with only candlelight leading the way. They stopped in front of a door in the resident bedroom hall. The older witch took out a key that had been in her dress pocket and unlocked the door. Willow gasped when she walked inside.
The room was almost pitch black except for a few candles that lit the room. The room itself was just four walls, a roof and a floor. A circular design had been painted in what she could tell was blood, around it was placed different herbs and magical ingredients. There were already five other Witches in the room setting up, a few she knew and a few she didn't but had seen arrive.
Once they had seen her enter the room everyone took their place and sat in a circle surrounding the one on the floor. Willow followed suit with Gwen next to her. The five other people there began to chant in low voices while Gwen began to speak and ancient language that sounded Sumarian.
Slowly Gwen picked up a knife and cut Willows hand while speaking the ancient language.. She then stabbed the bloodied blade into the painted design. The instant the blade touched the blood on the floor a wind began to blow in the room. The chanting grew and soon Lightning and Fire appeared in the middle of the circle.
Willow held her breath and her hand as the fire and lightning cleared revealing a form clad in black.
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A/N: AHA! I found a way to bring Spike back. I know your frightened, I know your saying "You frighten me with your cheesy writing, please stop." NO WAY BABY!
This is the third chapter, which means that if I can write another after this, there is a good chance of finishing, but once again I make no promises.
