Chapter Four: Calling for Help
"What if we can find a way to control the dark magicks?" Angel asked, looking at Willow for a few moments.
"Angel, you can't control them. I can push them back, but when I get around her, they come out again. There's nothing I can do. She can't love someone so dark. My Tara would never have fallen in love with me if she had met me when I was already going dark. She only stayed with me because she was already in love with me. This Tara would never love this side of me. She'll never love the darkness thats inside of me."
"What if we get help? Giles took you to the coven before to help you regain control. What if we take you back and get their help again?"
"The coven is dead, Angel. They've been dead for over fifty years," Willow reminded him, frowning as she looked out at the blackened sky.
"I thought a new one took their place?" Angel asked, confused.
"A new one did, but they'd take one look at me and attack. They wouldn't wait for an explanation," Willow explained, turning to look at him.
"What can we do, Willow? You don't deserve to suffer for all eternity."
"There's nothing you can do," she whispered, before a sudden thought came to mind. "Unless..." Without finishing her sentence, Willow rushed over to her dresser, pulling out her books and searching for the spell that came to mind.
"Unless what?" Angel asked, suddenly worried about what Willow might do.
"Unless I can get permission to bring the gang back to help me. The Goddess might be feeling generous enough to send at least one of them here to help me stay in control while I'm around Tara."
"Willow, that's spell comes from dark magicks," Angel reminded her, frowning at his friend.
"Not entirely true. If I do the spell without requesting the Goddess's permission it becomes Dark Magicks. I'm just going to ask for passage of their souls. That way I will have not crossed the line between dark and light magicks," Willow explained.
Angel nodded, but continued to frown, worried about what Willow may be doing.
As Willow finished setting up what she'd need for the spell, Angel paced back and forth, getting uncomfortable with each passing second. "Alright. I'm all set. I need you to go downstairs though. If the spell goes wrong, it may cause a big flash of light and you'd become a big pile of dust," Willow said, smiling slightly at Angel.
After a quick nod, Angel left the room, leaving Willow to attempt her spell.
"Goddess, grant me the means to bring forth the spirits of past warriors. Grant me the right to bring them forth once more to fight the battle against the evil inside of me. Allow me the strength to call them forward in time to this place. As I will, so mote it be."
As the spell was finished, Willow cried out as a sharp pain shot throughout her entire body, causing her to fall forward. The sound of footsteps running up the stairs caused her to control herself enough to put a barrier in front of her door, preventing Angel and Spike from entering the room.
"Willow?" Angel shouted from the other side of the door.
"Goddess, grant the passage of the warriors of my past," Willow said, crying out again as the pain shot through her once more.
"You dare ask for such a favor, Dark Witch?" A powerful voice asked inside of Willow's mind.
"Yes. I ask permission to bring them forth. I need my friend's help."
"You're friends have served their purpose. They fought against the darkness many times and have died, allowing their souls to rest," the voice told her, sounding angry.
"Is there anyone I can bring forth to help me?"
"There are two we will allow you to bring back, though they have earned their peace, they have also struggled to pay their debt."
"Please. I need help from my friends," Willow begged, trying to figure out who the goddess was talking about.
"Fine. We will send forth Faith Lehane and Anya Jenkins. They will help you until there is nothing more they can do."
"Thank you," Willow whispered, feeling her body draining from maintaining two spells at once.
"As I will, so mote it be," the goddess said, her voice echoing until it disappeared all together, causing Willow to fall onto the ground as the rest of her strength drained away. She barely noticed the bright flash of light that came as the spell ended.
"Willow?" Angel's voice came again, this time inside the room as he made his way to her. "Will?" he said again, lifting her into his arms as he held her weak body. "What happened?" he asked, seeing her eyes were closed, but knowing she was still conscious.
"It worked," Willow whispered. The goddess granted me permission to bring back two who struggled to repay their debts.
"Who?" Spike asked, looking at Willow worriedly.
Willow didn't answer. She just forced her eyes opened and looked into two sets of very confused eyes before turning her head in the direction of where Anya and Faith stood, looking extremely confused.
A/N: Special thanks to Gimpy72 for all the help with my stories.