For Good or Bad, The Memories Remain.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer- I don't own Buffy, I just use her in my writing, just for fun, never for profit "Cause that's wrong!"
Spoilers- mid 4th season then everything takes a left turn off the charted path
Rating- May get to R eventually
Giles was drawn from his research by the sound of screaming and crying. His new charge was having some sort of nightmare. From the looks of her thrashing, a rather traumatic one. He didn't know if he preferred this or the rambling in her sleep in tongues he was shocked to hear from one who appeared so young. He had taken to recording those to translate later since some of them he couldn't follow fast enough. He sat on the edge of the bed and tried to comfort her as best he could, but she still hadn't regained lucid consciousness in the past week, and he was running out of ideas.
The pounding on his door woke him up where he had dozed in her room. Glancing at the daylight streaming in the window, he realized it was morning finally. With slow deliberate motions to avoid disturbing her, he headed out of the room to silence the incessant banging at the door. He flings open the door to revel a panicky Xander Harris.
"Giles! YougottacomenowandhelpTarasaveBuffy!!!"
"Slow Down! What is it your banging on my door at" he glances at his watch "7:18 in the morning for? And speak slowly man!"
"It's Buffy and Willow. They're caught in some sort of spell. Tara sent me to get you. She needs your help to free them."
"Good god, where?" grabbing Xander's arm and pulling him inside.
"They're over in Willow and Buffy's room, but why are you pulling me inside?"
"I just need to grab a few things we may need."
Whump!
"Giles? Do you have some really big mice upstairs?"
Giles runs for the stairs.
She never got used to the blood. It got in her clothes, on her hands, in her hair. It stained like dye. When it was wet, it was slicker than oil. When it dried, it was hard as concrete. The thing that got to her most was the smell. Like an old penny, the coppery smell could still be detected long after the blood was spilled. After so many years, she couldn't get the smell out of her nose. Some days it still made her skin crawl but sadly not as much nor as often as it should. She had been covered in her own blood too many times to count, which was nowhere near as bad as holding them while the last of their life oozes through her fingers regardless of anything she does to try and stop it. The part that scares her most is that no matter how terrified they are to die, they look so peaceful once they have passed. She feels not only sorrow but a bit of wistful longing for that same peace.
Giles runs into the spare bedroom to find the woman he left asleep in the bed is now on the floor and has drug herself to a corner of the room. Her eyes dart wildly over the room in an apparent panic.
"Qua sum EGO?" she whispers. "Quisnam es vos?"
Giles' brain tried to shift gears without a clutch. This language is no longer used conversationally except by academics trying to show off. That's why Latin is called a dead language, yet she was rambling feverishly in her sleep in this same tongue.. 'Where am I' and 'who are you ' his brain deciphers, the easy part. Now for the hard part, especially without a cup of tea and with the other pressing issue of helping Buffy and Willow pounding in the back of his head. How do you say 'we found you injured in the cemetery'?
"Ah...nos instituo vos vulnero in cemetery"
Just then Xander joins them, earning him a quick glance and attempted further retreat.
"What's with all the foreign talk G man? I mean Whoa!..........I didn't mean to startle her, I just seem to have that effect on women. I just dazzle them with my.."
"Shut UP Xander! Latin is hard enough without you blathering in my ear! Go to the hall closet and get two towels and the spare robe and bring it back here. I need to try and make her understand we mean her no harm and to wait here for my return."
He turns back to the young woman.
"Is est meus domus. Vos es tutus hic. EGO sum decessio alexander hic iuvo vos si vos postulo is. Commodo sileo til EGO ulciscor."
She seems to partially relax.
"What was that about Alexander? I heard my name, what about me?" upon his return with the towels.
"I told her 'This is my house. You are safe here. I am leaving Alexander here to help you if you need it. Please rest until I get back' Now, unless you would rather go try and undue spells, I need you to stay here." He turns to her. "EGO ero tergum" and to Xander "I'll be back"
"Giles WAIT! How am I ...going to talk to her" he trails off since Giles didn't even slow down in his exit.
To Be Continued
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