Bring Me to Life
Disclaimer: Alrighty. Let's see here. I don't own Buffy or Angel.
There's gonna be a few elements from different books, video games, and comics: Tamsin by Peter S. Beagle, Joss's Fray, and Rumiko Takahashi's Mermaid Saga, Eternal Darkness Sanity's Requiem
Rating: R
Couples: X/A, W/T (duh) any others people want to see, please feel free to suggest, I have a rather odd idea for Buffy's at the moment
Summary: The year is 2478 and the earth is on the brink of destruction from both human and demonic means. There's only one thing that the world's savior's can think of doing: resurrecting the earth's greatest champions.
Now the worlds of the past and future are colliding as two young lovers are reunited, one with a curse so horrible, it could destroy them all…
Four
"Willow." She jumped as Angel's hand touched her shoulder. The Vampire looked at her apologetically, "Sorry."
"It's okay." The redhead sighed.
"Willow…" Angel paused. "I…I know how hard this must be for you." Silence. "You…You haven't been sleeping."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Dreams." Was the response. She left.
"I hate you."
Willow sighed. I hate me too. She slowly sat herself down. I can't do this.
"Dani…" The sorceress approached the younger woman. The brunette looked up at her and motioned for the redhead to sit down.
"It's okay." Willow leaned down so that her head was in the other woman's lap.
"I don't think I can do this."
"You've done it before." Dani tried to reassure her companion.
"I had a body to work with then."
"You can do this."
"I can't."
Dani glared down at the redhead. "Yes. You. Can. Get all those doubts outta that head."
"They'll hate me." Willow looked up, her eyes full of pain.
"No. They. Won't." Blue met green. "They'd be more disappointed in you if you didn't do something to help."
Willow smiled. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
The spellcaster ran a hand through the redhead's hair. "Let's never find out."
"I hate you."
Green eyes slowly opened. I… She was supposed to know something. Something important.
She squeezed her eyes shut. Why won't these dreams just go away?! Everyone was there, in her head, telling her how much they hated her. Tara was always there.
Always drawing.
Drawing what?
She knew that, whatever it was, it was important. But Tara never finished her picture. She just sat there, breaking Willow's heart, all the while working on her sketch.
Whatever was on that paper, it was important.
"I don't know what they're planning on doing." He spoke, his voice thick with a southern accent.
"I would like it Very much if you found out what was going on." The voice thundered into his head, though he stood his ground without flinching.
"You…You already know…don't you?" he accused.
"Whether or not I know is not of any importance." The voice hissed. "If you are to be of any use, you are to be able to find these things out for yourself."
Caleb left.