For Good or Bad, The Memories Remain.
Chapter 11
Disclaimer- I don't still own Buffy and crew, I just use them 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
The banging on the front door disrupted the friendly conversation that Giles and Sasha were having. As Giles went to the door, Sasha went to the kitchen with the long empty tea set. She paused in her cleaning up to her what Xander was babbling about.
"Giles! You've got to help Tara! I gotta go back out and help Buffy!"
"Your going nowhere, tell me what's going on."
Xander proceeded to give a rushed synopsis of this evenings events, including Buffy's little shovel activities, the suntan comment that startled him in its coldness, the dog fight, and the clear out order. It had definitely upset Xander to leave Buffy there by herself.
"Giles, I need to get back out there, I think Buffy needs help, she isn't acting like herself. I need to get out there."
"No, you stay here and help Tara; she will need to go to the hospital. I will go help Buffy. "Giles walked over to the trunk and began to gather weapons for his foray into the dark and stormy night.
Sasha came back into the room, and walked straight up to Giles.
"Rup, where do you think your going?
"I have to go help Buffy find Willow. She needs my help."
"I have a better idea, why don't you stay and help Xander and I'll go find your Slayer." She said in a soft voice as she began putting some of the weapons he had pulled back into the trunk. "Giles, I'm better equipped to do this"
"But she's my responsibility. I'm going. If you want to come, I would love the help, but I'm going."
"Ok, but if we get separated, I should know what the two we are looking for look like. Do you have a picture of them?"
Giles reached over to a mall alcove by the weapons trunk and produced a snapshot of Willow, Buffy and Xander on the front lawn of the high school.
"Buffy is the blond, and Willow is the red-head"
Sasha looked at the picture for a few moments, intently staring at the two girls until Giles shook her.
"Come on, we need to go"
Sasha looked at Giles with a unsettling expression on her face. "You said that Willow got all the memories of Buffy, the blond one?"
"Yes that's right, what of it?"
"And the red-head, Willow, is an accomplished witch?"
"Yes"
"Hurry up Giles; we have to find them right now!!!!" Sash began rummaging in the trunk for weapons, taking a long sword and heading for the front door, Giles struggling to keep up.
She fought them all, but there were so many of them. Only the rain washing away the blood kept her from being caked in it. As it was, she could still feel it on her, a sticky residue that she felt she could never get off, combined with vamp dust, dog gore, and human guts. She fought them all like she remembered so many times before. She was so tired, so weary, she had been going so long. The fatigue was getting to her, she was moving slower than she should, and her punches had less impact. Now she was down to the last five she could see. A fast leg sweep took the closest one down on his back long enough for her to drive her hand through his abdomen just below his sternum, angling upward to tear a hole in the diaphragm, scrambling some internal organs along the way. She knew she spent too much time with him when a boot grazed along the back of her skull, knocking her off balance. She landed sideways in the mud that had been churned up in the fight. As she struggled to get up, another boot lifted her off the ground, shattering several ribs and stealing every bit of air from her lungs. In that moment, she wasn't sure if she was going to survive the fight. After all she had survived, it seemed only proper to die in a cemetery, she had spent so much of her life in them. A selfish thought stole its way in, at least she wouldn't attend any more funerals but her own. As her brain gave up, her body continued to fight. She lashed out at the next one within reach with her foot, destroying a shin bone, dropping another one to the mud. Grabbing his head in her long thin fingers, she savagely twisted it to an unnatural angle, letting it flop loosely onto the ground below. Another blow to the back kept her off her feet, but didn't stop her from latching onto the arm of one of them. With a brutal jerking and twisting motion, she dislocated the shoulder, broke the elbow and snapped the bones in his forearm. While she was stretched out for that attack, a heavy blow with a staff struck her just below the base of the neck, sending her sprawling face first into the mud. She was hauled up onto her knees by her hair, her body one mass of pain, every breath an agonizing stab, every movement brought nausea. She looked over her shoulder at the man speaking to her.
"You put up one hell of a fight, you almost won. Almost. "He leaned down and whispered in her ear "I hope you said your prayers, Tell Elisabetha when you see her, I'll always hurt the ones she loves, just like she did to me!"
He struck from behind, the spear exploding downward through her chest with enough force that she could watch its head bury itself into the earth in front of her. Her hands gripped the shaft, trying to deign the inevitable. If only she could get free of the............
To Be Continued
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