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Welcome! Have you ever wondered what your favorite supernatural TV fandoms would look like if they were all literally interconnected? If Damon from Vampire Diaries heard about Sunnydale becoming a crater? What if 'fighting for vampire rights' in True Blood mattered in the world of Supernatural? Want to find out how your favorite characters will react in a world like this? Join in and don't forget to follow your instincts!
Canons: True Blood, Being Human (BBC), Vampire Diaries, Buffy & Angel, & Supernatural.
Buffy had been out of town for a few weeks. It wasn't a vacation, she didn't get to rest her boots. Her and four other girls had to travel to North Carolina due to a rise in Turok-Han attacks. Each night, Buffy prayed for sunrise. The monsters were harder to kill than anything she's ever experienced. During the day, the girls rested while Buffy stayed awake planning their next move. She would stay parked on the couch, ice bags and wraps where ever was needed. As soon as the first shadow of night would slither forth, that's when the fear started. Not the fear of the monsters, Buffy learned to get past that months ago, but the fear of losing a team mate. These girls were her responsibility, she was their guardian. She did well, they did well over the weeks. The girls managed to survive, the worst injury a broken leg suffered on the last night of hunting. She wasn't sure if she got them all but there were no sightings for the last two nights they were there. It was time to return to New York, they needed her help there. She could feel it.
It had been three days since she last talked to anyone. There was something big going down last she heard. At times she didn't know why she, the Slayer, was important to have in all the battles. In her years as a Slayer, Buffy has come into contact with a various of friends and enemies ranging from vampires, witches, hell gods, everything fully capable of more than the woman could do. It couldn't be her attitude. She hasn't been her normal happy, bouncy Buffyself. As of late, the Slayer spends most of her time in her mind. Inside she is able to formulate their next plan of action. She doesn't have enough time in the day to consider doing anything normal. Even as they walked up the stairs of the Slayer Organization, Buffy felt the familiar sense of dread she has felt for a while now. It creeps at her little by little throughout the day that she could be in Heaven instead of being in here, in Hell. But she never holds it against the people she loves. They didn't know where she was. There was no shining angel coming down from the Heavens to declare her entry into Heaven. No, instead Buffy was buried in the ground, her body decaying and her friends seemingly going on with their lives.
A phone somewhere rang. The golden haired Slayer furrows her brows as she drops her bags in the hallway as she attempts to find the phone. Someone other than Giles had been in here since the phone wasn't on the ringer. Another ring.
"Coming..." She muttered as she flipped a pillow over and discovered the black portable phone.
"Hello? She questioned. She listened carefully, identified herself as Buffy Summers. The woman's face dropped. Behind her a loud flop sounded out as a slayer tripped over the bags she carelessly left behind. Teary eyed Buffy said her thanks and turned around.
"If Xander or anyone comes by, tell them Willow is in the hospital and I'm going there now," She said quickly as she wrote it down on a piece of paper and attached it to the fridge.
Buffy ran down the stairs, out the door and began running up the street. The hospital was just a block or two away from where she lived. As far as location goes, where their main headquarters is, it is very convenient. People watched in confusion as she passed by them, Buffy not concerned with what she looked like. Willow was hurt and in the hospital along with others. She wasn't concerned with the ones she didn't know, all she was thinking about was her redheaded best friend. The witch has saved the Slayer's life quite a few times. She's been there for every glitch in the world and at times Buffy has caused Willow grief. But in the end, that is her best friend and she was supposed to prevent anything from happening.
She burst through the doors, the receptionists jumping a bit at the loud sound. She wasn't concerned with a scene, she had to find her friend. She approached the desk and asked the floor number. She couldn't wait for the elevator. She is in perfect shape and would beat it in the amount of time it would take for stops and not to mention late people boarding. She was what she counted on. The room is 267, south wing. She was already at the second floor and making a left as the directions followed. She was almost there. She would be there soon she would say in her mind in hopes that Willow could hear. A quiet but quick knock at the door as she awaited confirmation that she could enter. She didn't wait. Already her hand was at the door handle as she opened it slowly.
Every kind of medical machinery was plugged into the red haired Wicca’s body, from her neck to her arm. Even her chest had tubes, leading off into machines that bleeped and dotted with all kinds of sounds and rhythms. Ever since Willow had been brought to the hospital, she had been in and out of consciousness, and the times she was awake. Willow was so off her nut with all kinds of medication, she didn't even know what day it was let alone where she was and who was in the room with her.
Willow even started to talk to people, and see things that no other person could see or hear. Things that made her giggle and laugh like she was a high school student again, and yet there were something’s that scared her so much she would be in a fit of rage to the point where she had to be put back under again. In fact these fits had gotten so bad they begun to think that maybe it was more than just the drugs. Maybe Willow was suffering from some kind of post traumatic stress from the event that saw her get the very deep gash upon her chest, which came in the form of an upside down cross.
None of the doctors actually knew what happened to Willow. Every time they asked her how she ended up so badly wounded, she would begin to tell them a rather honest and believable story. But then Willow would laugh and say something so random it was totally insane. The doctors even put in orders to tone down the drug dosage a little in the hope that Willow would stay awake and lucid enough to maybe give a police report as to what happened to her and the two others that had been brought in with similar wounds upon their body. The other two were in a similar conduction to Willow, and received the same kind of treatment of machines and drugs. The only slight difference from the others was that Willow needed a few more blood transfusions. Because her blood loss had been extreme, even got more extreme as she was moved about and worked upon by the doctors, now however her blood level was stable thanks to a bag upon a hock not too far from the bed.
Willow hadn't had any real visitors yet, although she did have plenty of unreal visitors come visit her at her bed side. Everyone from long forgot high school friends, to people Willow had seen die or knew to be dead. The soft knock upon the door didn't arouse Willow from her drug induced slumber. But as soon as Buffy spoke her name, Willow's eyes slowly fluttered open, and a wide smile spread across the redhead’s lips as she came to realize it was Buffy. "Buffy!...you came! And you brought the pink bunny with the top hat and cain. I've been trying to get him to come to my tea parties for weeks!..." A giddy giggle then erupted from Willow's lips, which came to a stop with a gently yet deep sigh. "Now if we could only get the frog and the beaver to come. My party will be talked about at the princess ball, and that Cinderella can go and fu..." Before Willow could say another word, her eyes fluttered closed, and Willow fall back into her warm, safe, drug induced sleep.
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Why did things have to go insane? Better said, why did things have to go insane like this? Sure, Xander knew that it was bound to happen sooner or later. New York was sitting on top of the Hellmouth so he knew that there would come a day when it would open and the city that never slept was going to become the second, much bigger version of Sunnydale. Except that knowing something wasn't really the same with accepting it. Xander pretty much hoped that the Hellmouth underneath New York city would stay closed forever, that no one would be that idiotic as to try and open it again. Yeah, it looked like the world was full of the wrong kind of idiots.
When Xander found out that Turok-hans were seen in New York, it didn't take him long to figure out what had happened. He wasn't a genius but he was smart enough to be able to add two and two together and figure out where they came from. The hours that followed were pretty insane because he had to take his Watcher position more seriously than he ever did and get out on the field to coordinate the younger Slayers that had to deal with the mess the ubervamps were making and try to contain them. By the time they managed to actually kill one of them, everyone was completely exhausted and Xander was no exception. At least they were returning to the Slayer Organization with the satisfaction that it didn't look like the Hellmouth fully opened, otherwise the streets would have swarmed with ubervamps.
Xander was looking forward to crashing on the couch and resting his bones for a couple of hours – or at least until Giles came by and started being all head-Watcher'y and giving orders. Unfortunately for him, a couple of moments after setting foot inside the headquarters, one of the girls gave him news that sent the world crashing down upon him. Willow? In the hospital? All the exertion seemed to vanish and Xander rushed there with new-found energy to make sure that his best friend was fine. She had to be fine, damn it! She was Willow, she was powerful, she almost ended the world once. Nothing could hurt her... could it? After asking a couple of nurses, he managed to get the number of Willow's room and he made his way there, a little relief washing over him when he saw that Buffy was already there. ”Hey, Buffy”, he greeted her, his voice hushed, peeking inside the room and noticing that Willow seemed to be asleep. ”How is she?”
Buffy hated hospitals. The establishments and the Slayer have history and it was nothing good. This was the place the sick came to get better but one slip of events and they died. Her cousin, the children in Sunnydale, probably many more here. She avoided these places to the best of her abilities. Even with the overwhelming scent of clean, she could still smell death. Was Willow going to die? How bad were her injuries? Are they helping her? Various thoughts swarmed her mind before the door to her best friend's room was even open fully. Buffy heard the steady beeps of her heart echoing in the room. That was always a good sign. Her heels clicked as she entered, her redheaded friend was breathing with a somber look upon her face. Her eyes began to flutter open as the door clicked shut and the witch had her bright green eyes wide open and the loopiest smile etched across her face.
"Buffy!...you came! And you brought the pink bunny with the top hat and cain. I've been trying to get him to come to my tea parties for weeks!..."
Buffy's face dropped. Willow was taken care of by the looks of it. A smile smile formed on the Chosen One's face.
"Now if we could only get the frog and the beaver to come. My party will be talked about at the princess ball, and that Cinderella can go and fu..." And just like that her best friend was fast asleep. Buffy didn't say a word, she didn't know what to say.
She stood there and kept her eyes on Willow. This woman was more powerful than anyone she's ever met. She could knock out the world if she wanted. But there was that power struggle. She remembered when her friend took a trip to the darkside. She didn't know who she was anymore. Her eyes were black, her hair was black, and she had veins like Carrie. She skinned a person alive. A person with that much power was easily tempted to go the more evil side of things during times of grief, anger, stress. It was easier for Willow to extract revenge on those who killed her love, Tara. But once she half way accomplished her task, the witch was power hungry. She almost killed Giles in the name of love. And now, everyday, Willow had to live with the memory of those times. She had to live with what she did. But she wasn't alone, she had Buffy, Xander, Giles, everyone. She seemed happier to the Slayer. She isn't fully confident in performing the all powerful spells but that's alright. Buffy would rather have her friend safe and happy than all veiny again.
”Hey, Buffy” Her head snapped in the direction of the familiar voice.
"Xander!" She exclaimed as she went to his side immediately and embraced her other best friend in a tight hug. Good ole Xander. He was the team's heart, the soul. The man never had a bad bone in his body and for that she loved him dearly. He always knew what to say in the worst of situations. She let him go and took a step back.
”How is she?” Buffy looked at Willow then back at Xander.
"Heavily medicated. I walked in and she woke up and said something about a pink bunny and a tea party. I think she was going to say Cinderella can fuck herself." She stopped and realized what she said before she blinked a single time. "I'd say she feels no pain."
Buffy stepped towards one of the four green chairs in the room and took a seat. She sighed while she looked at her friend, then to Willow. She ran a hand through her golden tendrils. "I don't know what happened. I just got back from a mission and I get a phone call saying she's here. No one has come by to say anything about what happened." Her green eyes ticked over to Xander, her voice calm. "But when I find out who did this to her, I'm going to make them suffer before I kill them."
Illyria’s state of mind was far from at ease. The presence of TUrok Han and Bringers in the city where she resided did not pose an immediate or tangible thread to her per se, but the fact that she was actually concerned for and… fighting for things that were so very breakable, and so very easily destroyed such as these flimsy humans … it vexed her, and aggravated her. She was furious, and she was angry that she was furious, which led to a short tempered Goddess trapped in human form, which only served to further unsettle her, uneasy with being in the ‘stolen’ face of Fred Burkle, knowing that those that did not wish to see her so would be arriving, but she had little choice. She could not be seen in her ‘natural’ state and none of those here except for Alaric had come to see her other self that she had crafted to recognize her and the only ones among them that would recognize her regardless and by her power alone were the ones that were lost between life and death. She had sent the time in the hospital pacing, agitating, barely contained by the quiet words of the female doctor that she had summoned to observe the proceedings and to guarantee that her Priestess was receiving the proper care and that there were none amongst them that were seeking to betray the girl to her death.
She wanted to be on the streets, seeking out the ones responsible – those that were in corporeal form at least – and break them, shatter them, tear them asunder, rip out their bones and pierce them through their heart and lungs before they had a chance to die, to flay their skin from their flesh and suffocate them with it – she wanted to be wreaking havoc and violence, she wished to feel blood splatter and bones break and yet here she was confined, by some agitation that she could not explain, bound to the radius of these rooms, these hallways, pacing them in agitation while she waited. The dark-haired priestess was only a matter of feet away from the witch who had promised aide, a fact that Illyria had to debate if had anything to do with her selection for the ‘honor’ of the sacrifice. She had had much time to think, in the last hours. It did not take much for her attention to be drawn to the hallway, to the arrival of the blonde girl and the one-eyed human, a moment taken to ensure that Evelyn was still unawakened, before slipping after the pair and into the room behind the watcher. ”She will live.” She intoned, her voice low and almost a growl, clear to any who had met the previous owner of the face she had worn that they were not likely one and the same. ”She is stronger than she appears.” She added, the closest to a helpful comment as she could think of for the situation at hand.
”It was the Bringers.” She spoke, her gaze turning stiffly to find Buffy’s, her chin jutting upwards in approval of the Slayer’s plan. ”Servants of the First.” She was not certain how much the girl or the watcher would know of the creatures, or of their master, but she was not inclined to offer a lesson in the rudimentary knowledge of the evil of the universe unless it was required. Speaking without accompanying the words with a punch or a shredding of flesh was difficult enough without speaking of the creatures and One responsible for the injuries to her Priestess and the personal slight that had come with them.
While the others in the room talked amongst themselves. Willow remained in her drug induced slumber, her eyes fluttered open and closed every so often, and a wide giddy smile would form upon her lips for a few moments, while her breath escaped from her lips in sighs, gasps and groans. There was never any sign that Willow was in any pain or suffering and to anyone that didn't know what she had been through, and then it would look as if Willow had been put into a dream filled slumber. Although the dreams that Willow experience were rather surreal, and not like any other dream she ever had while in normal sleep. So far Willow had dreams like being with Tara in a heavenly warm place; while other dreams had Willow dancing upon an alien world with Kennedy dressed up as her princess in waiting. Along with the wonderful, serene, and enjoyable dreams. There were the dreams that were totally random and unique, so much so if Willow was in the right frame of mind, and not so pumped fill of medication. Then the red haired Wicca would have questioned her own sanity.
The one main random and unique dream Willow kept experiencing over and over while in this slumber, was the one where she saw all of the Scooby gang, only not as she knew them in real life. Buffy for example, was a strong, confident and stubborn person within real life, and yet within Willow's dream, Buffy was a cowardly feline type character that had a fear of dogs, other cats and whipped cream. Then there was Xander, the lovely best friend everyone should have within their lives, someone who will watch your back and is totally loyal. In Willow's dream world Xander was a dark haired version of Spike, with the thick black leather boots, and long black duster jacket. The dream Xander even smoked cigarettes, and had a thing for cats, which added a very odd twist to the whole dream because the dream Xander was in a very heated relationship with the feline Buffy.
Then there was Giles, in real life the stuffy Englishmen, who was always too serious and more of a father to everyone he knew. In Willow's dream Giles was the beach bum type surfer, with the Hawaiian t-shirt, sandals and surf board, who cared about nothing else but surfing, drinking and smoking, and used words like 'Dude' and 'Awesome'. Finally there was Dawn, who in real life Willow saw as her young sister, someone to help and guide through life, someone who was eager to learn and experience life itself. In Willow's drug induced dream, Dawn was a version of Faith, only the dream Dawn had a more biker chick feel to her, which was indicated by the heavily tattooed arm, and the bandana that she worn over her very long dark red hair. This surreal world where nearly everyone Willow knew was a different version of themselves would come and go along with the other dreams and yet all the while Willow never really saw who she might in this other reality type deal, she just saw everyone else.
Shortly after Illyria had come in the room to visit Buffy and Xander, a petite dark haired nurse came in and worked on the various machines that were dotted around the room. Once the nurse had pushed a few buttons and made sure Willow was comfortable, she took the chart off the end of Willow's bed, and walked over to where Buffy, Xander and Illyria were gathered. "Miss Rosenberg is going to be alright, and I have just adjusted her medication. So she might wake up in a few moments and be more lucid, although she will still be a little groggy. The Doctor will be by later and run a few checkups. But as long as there’s no complications, Miss Rosenberg should be out of the hospital within the next two days." With that the softly spoken nurse said her goodbyes, and walked out of the room to carry on with her duties. While on the bed Willow stirred and moaned softly, as the medication began to break down within her system.
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Bonnie was beaten up. This was for sure.
Taken to the hospital to be treated for the many bruises she'd gotten in her confrontation with the monstrous beast of a nature she had never in her life come across before, Bonnie was already present when the other Scoobies had come to visit their friends. Scratches lined her arms, small cuts across her face where bruises were already starting to make their appearance. Once seated in her own bed to be treated, the doctor went to work right away. Wrapping her arm in gauze, adding bandages to her cuts, even stitches on one of the large gashes that had come across her arm when the creature's claws had dug into her flesh. Once taken care of, she was dismissed, and she immediately went in search of Alaric and Illyria.
For, if it weren't for the two of them, she wondered if she would have even been able to survive.
In the meantime, however, she came across the room of Willow Rosenberg. Having briefly met her in the rescue mission for Zahir al-Suyuti's sister (which had not gone as expected), she was at least familiar with her and knew her enough to recognize her. So, when she saw Illyria (in a human form she had never seen before, but still recognizable) walk in to check on her, the casually dressed Bonnie Bennett walked in behind her.
"Hey," she said a little sheepishly, bouncing her brown eyes over to the unfamiliar faces of the others in the room. The blonde girl, the man with the eye patch (interesting Nick Fury look), though they were both clearly friends of Willow's. She glanced over at the red-headed witch who seemed to be sleeping. "How's she doing?"
A nurse came in thereafter to answer that question, giving a rundown of her forthcoming release. That was good news, it meant her injuries weren't too severe. She gave the nurse a smile of gratitude, but she didn't verbally thank her, since that wasn't exactly her place. Once she was gone, however, she looked at Illyria.
"The First what?" Bonnie asked her, "That thing that attacked me in the hallway?"
Realizing she had kind of jumped into the conversation without so much as an introduction, she thought it best to backtrack and introduce herself to the other two.
"Sorry, I'm Bonnie. I'm ... well, kind of a friend of Willow's. I guess you could say that." That might have been a bit of a stretch, since they'd really only met once. But still, how else could you explain that you'd gotten trapped in a hell dimension and had to fought for your life to get back home without labeling the people with you your 'friends,' so to speak?
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Xander often liked to claim that he was smarter than most people gave him credit for but today was one of those days when he simply didn't feel smart at all. He really couldn't wrap his head around the fact that someone could have hurt Willow this badly, that someone could have actually chosen Willow, out of all people, to hurt. Whatever messed up mind got her and did this to her was probably completely unaware of what she could do, or else they wouldn't have went for her, would they? Or someone really wanted her gone because she was this powerful and she could take the world out if she had another outburst of emotions? No, no matter what scenario Xander put together, it still didn't make any sort of sense. Was this connected to the Hellmouth? Did a Turok-han get to her? He had so many questions and he had a feeling that he wasn't going to get an answer to any of them until he managed to talk to Willow.
It didn't look like that might happen too soon, since she was asleep, but he felt glad to see that Buffy was also there – she hadn't been around that much lately. Xander gave his friend a tight hug, kissing the top of her head, his brows furrowing in concern when Buffy updated him on Willow's condition. ”Whoa, Willow said that?” Xander blinked. ”Yeah, sounds to me like morphine's doing the talking for our friend.” He remembered how that was – well, he remembered people filling him in on all the stupid things he said when he was heavily medicated after Caleb adjusted his look. He let Buffy go from the hug and stepped with her to one of the chairs, sitting down next to her. ”I guess we'll have to wait for her to wake up and tell us”, he replied, glancing at Willow and then back at Buffy. ”Be sure to let me get in a punch or two before you kill them. I can't believe someone did this to Willow”, he added, sounding clearly angry with whoever or whatever dared hurt his best friend.
The Watcher's gaze snapped to the door as someone else entered the room, his eye narrowing down on the young woman which he never saw before. There was something... completely off about her. Something about the way she moved and, definitely, something about the way she talked. ”And you are?”, he asked after the unknown young woman proceeded to declare that Willow would live and that she was strong. Was she a friend of hers or something? Before he could get an answer, someone else came into the room, another young woman which Xander didn't know, and he allowed Buffy to answer her questions while he continued to look at the first unknown visitor. The nurse's visit managed to steal his undivided attention for the entire time when she was in the room and he let out a sigh of relief when she told them that she would wake up soonish and wouldn't have to stay too much in the hospital. That could only mean it wasn't that serious, not like it looked because of all the beeping machines she was connected to.
”It was the Bringers.”
”What?”, he exclaimed in disbelief when Illyria let them know whom hurt their friend that badly. ”I thought alphabet eyes were dead and gone. I thought the First was gone!”, he exclaimed, a little alarmed for everyone's safety at the news. ”If something attacked you in the hallway, I don't think it was the First. He's more for twisted mind games”, he explained. ”I'm Xander”, he introduced himself with a nod of his head and then retreated away from the three women for a few moments, to go and stand by Willow's side, gently taking her hand in his and giving it a soft squeeze. ”They'll pay for doing this to you, Will. I promise”, Xander murmured softly, watching his best friend with a glint of tears in his eye.
”I guess we'll have to wait for her to wake up and tell us. Be sure to let me get in a punch or two before you kill them. I can't believe someone did this to Willow”
Buffy gave him a tight lipped smile. He knew Willow longer than she, they knew each other their whole life. They have a love that other people can't touch, a friendship that will never end. They both are incredibly lucky to have each other. Buffy knew she was lucky to have them both. Her best friends have been there through everything major and minor with the Slayer. They help make it easier. Green hues looked back over to her slumbering friend. She'll make whoever did this pay.
”She will live.” The voice so mute of emotion tears her attention away. The woman standing there stood with confidence, power. Buffy observed the woman, looked at her as if she was trying to dissect her. She knew Willow would live? She's been through worse and Willow honestly didn't look as if she was worse off. ”It was the Bringers.” Her stomach dropped.
"The First will never be gone, Xander. It's what lies in all of us..." She trailed off remembering the night it came to her in her own appearance. Evil. Evil existed in everything. Every human, every creature. It will never be defeated, never truly killed off. But it can be weakened. But it'll always regroup thus why Buffy's job is never ending.
"Hey," Buffy's head snapped in the direction of the door, yet another person had managed to make their way to the room. Two new people, one who knew Willow and now this girl she imagined did too. Otherwise she overheard the talking and maybe thought they were crazy. Her brows furrowed. The nurse came in and gave them the news that their favorite red headed witch would be able to check out in two days. Good. Buffy wouldn't have to be in this place for that long. She glanced over at her friend while the nurse walked out, on to the next room, the next patient. Xander began to unravel at the mouth, Buffy began to think that New York was about to get a bit more interesting. Where there is Bringers then comes the First Evil.
"What did your attacker look like?" Buffy asked then raised up from her seat and walked to the window. Her eyes surveyed the area. "Sorry, I'm Bonnie. I'm ... well, kind of a friend of Willow's. I guess you could say that." "We're all friends here," She said softly as she looked at the small brunette and Bonnie. "I'm Buffy. Can either of you tell us what happened? The more we know the quicker we can fight."
As Willow felt someone gently grab her hand, she began to stir even more within the bed, while her eyes flutter open and closed. Willow's breath came out in soft, gently and short pants through her lips and after a moment a content smile spread across her lips, while her hand squeezed the one that held her hand so firmly. "Hmm....Kennedy". The name came out in a gently whisper, as if Willow was greeting a lover she intended to get very intimate with. Shortly after Willow breathed out Kennedy's name, her eyes slowly opened fully, and a blurry, bright world overtook her senses for a moment. For Willow it was like waking up out of a very long deep sleep, as if everything that has happened over the past few days was a nightmare that she only now was waking up from. The longer her eyes stayed open. The more they began to focus upon the world that Willow had woke up in, and the first sight that Willow saw clearly was her best friend Xander. It was at that same moment that Willow realized it was actually Xander holding her hand and not Kennedy like she first thought.
The realization of caused Willow to frown briefly for a moment in disappointment. But then disappointment was replaced with a warm smile, and a look of love only lifelong friends could share. "Xander...hey I thought pirates didn't cry?" Willow said as she picked up on the tear that came out of Xanders eye. The comment was also follow with another weak squeeze of her hand upon Xanders, as if the young red head was reassuring her best friend that everything was going to be okay.
Willow then sighs softly and licked her lips as if she was thirsty; she then blinked her eyes a few times, as her head lolled over to the left to take in the blonde haired figure that was standing by the window. At first the sunlight was too bright for Willow to see any detail. But as her still unfocused eyes began to adjust to the shining light, which gave the figure by the window an almost heavenly glow. Willow realized that it was Buffy, another super best friend that Willow hadn't seen in a few weeks. "Buffy!...I hope you didn't cut the mission short just to come back for little old me didcha? Because...innocents are more important than any of us, you remember that right?" Even though Willow was full of great joy and love to be surrounded by her best friends, she still thought of the innocent that might be out there right now that might be in need of help from Buffy or even Xander.
With the same smile she gave Xander, Willow slowly lifted her free hand outward Buffy, as if Willow wanted to greet her friend the same way she greeted Xander. Once Willow held Buffy's hand, she squeezed it as tightly as her broken body would allow. It was at that moment that Willow's gaze turned to the others assembled in the room. Firstly Willow's gaze fell upon a woman who seemed familiar, a dark skinned, dark haired woman. If Willow hadn't been so groggy then she would have worked out quicker who the woman was and where they first met. But as it was it took a few moments of starring at the woman, before realization spread across Willow's face. "Oh hey...Bonnie right? We met at Zahir's thing a few weeks ago?" After she had greeted the woman. Willow gave Bonnie a warm content smile of friendship and welcome.
Finally Willow's gaze fell upon the other woman in the room, and when Willow realized who it was, shock replaced her facial expression. In fact the shock was so great, Willow sat upright, which caused her a great deal of body throughout her body. "FRED!!! You're alive!...I... wait no, you're...you're not Fred...you're not Fred." The shock changed rapidly from sheer delight to sheer pain and then finally sheer disappointment, as Willow lay back down comfortably within the body, trying to ignore the great pain that was washing over her body in large waves. Once Willow was back in the comforts of the bed, and no longer in large amounts of pain. Willow gaze returned back to the form of Fred, and instead of good, warm feelings, the redhead looked at her with a hint of anger and quite a lot of disrespect. "If you're gonna stay then you take that face off now!. You disrespect her memory by wearing her face like a new suit."
After Willow had addressed Illyria, she looked back to Buffy and Xander, both of which Willow knew didn't know who Illyria was. "That's the thing that is now in possession of Winifred Burkle’s body. You remember Fred don't you Buffy? She was Angel's most trusted friend and advisor...until that thing ripped her out of her own body and tossed her side like some worthless thing." When Willow had finished informing her friends of who and what Illyria was, she returned her gaze back to Illyria, still unaware of the fact that it was she and her friend that rescued both Willow and the other two from death at the hands of the First.
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Well, they seemed friendly and welcoming at least. That was a plus, because she wasn't exactly sure what she was doing here. She just felt as though she needed to touch base with Willow, make sure she was alright, and also figure out what the hell was going on from Illyria. And, well maybe, even thank the ... whatever she was, Bonnie still wasn't too clear on that.
She noted the names Xander, who expressed to her there was no way that The First -- whatever the hell that was -- had attacked her; and also, the name Buffy, who expressed that this 'First' was in everyone. What the hell? Bonnie was a little confused, and it showed in the stinky frown she gave while they all shared this in-the-know conversation about what was going on when she really had no idea. Bonnie hated being out of the loop, especially since Elena, Stefan, Damon and even sometimes Caroline thought it best to exclude her from things just because of her views on vampires and the deeds they got involved in.
"I'm sorry, I still don't get it. The First ... what? What is it we're dealing with? Some ... sort of vampire?" Bonnie looked to Buffy, who had asked specifics about what her attacker had looked like. "Because that's what that thing that attacked me sort of looked like."
But then, Willow had come to, and she was looking around the room acknowledging them all. Bonnie sent her deep green orbs in Willow's direction, offering her a bright smile despite the bruising on her face.
"Yeah, that's me. You're gonna be okay. I can even look through my grimoires when I get back home, see if I can't find a spell to help you heal quicker. You can channel my energy to get more strength." She then brought her attention back to Buffy, who was asking more detail on whatever it was that had sent her flying in the Washington High School hallway without much effort at all. She closed her eyes, reliving the scene, reliving the horror that had come after the brief New York City earthquake.
"Well, Elena -- my friend -- we were in the school late after prom committee, and the earthquake started. Then, we went into the hallway and this thing popped out of nowhere. It was ... it looked really old. Like, with blotchy skin and these ghost white eyes. But it had large fangs, like nothing I've ever seen before. And these long nails, they scratched me when it grabbed me." She opened her eyes again, touching the bandages on her arm.
"Does that ... sound like The First ... or whatever it is?"
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”I am Illyria.” She replied, to the one-eyed man’s inquiry, though for this moment, she offered nothing more than that. For reasons that she could not explain, she knew that the tension in the room would not sustain the usual string of titles that followed such a statement… and it was likely that if he was a companion of Willow’s, which he clearly was, that he had heard her name. Her attention snapped to the witch, as she stirred, her shoulders stiffening as the words lambasted her, spilling out of the wiccan’s lips in a rush.
”As you wish,” Illyria intoned, her expression rigid and her voice flat, her gaze boring into that of the injured witch. Her head tilted to the side, and back slightly, her lashes sinking closed as her shape shifted, morphing in a fluid movement from that of the diminutive Winifred Burkle to the more imposing form of the blue haired, chalky skinned, crimson and electric blue clad Goddess. ”I will allow you one such command for the state of your mind, and the grievous injuries you bear, and for the aide that you have given in the past.” Illyria allowed, as her neon blue gaze came to rest solidly on the red haired witch once more. ”But you would do well to remember that if it was not for my aide, you and all of your companions would be dead.” This was spoken with the same flat, grating tone that spoke of a greater control than they could imagine that it took to contain the desire to pummel through the skin and bone of the insolent girl, companion to Winifred Burkle, or no.
”The First Evil.” Her attention diverted, then, back to the witch that had been in the school, companion to the one that was part of her pledge to protect, the girl named Elena, the witch whom she had met, in passing, in the cemetery, months past. ”Every act of evil that had been birthed on this world since its creation has come from the wellspring of evil that is the First. As mankind and others that inhabit this world give in to their natures, their greed and their lust, their malice and their misery, their loathing and their prejudices, it fuels it, making it stronger, and with each passing century, it becomes closer to manifesting. The Turok Han are its soldiers, and when they outnumber the humans of this world, when they have risen from the depths of Hell itself and have swarmed across this world and destroyed all that would stand in their path – when the day comes when there is but one more of them than there is a human, the First will succeed. The First will become manifest, and it will rule this world, relishing in the suffering of its subjects with a lust that will pale in comparison to anything this world has ever seen, or ever will again.” Her expression was grim, and impassive, all in the same moment, her nostrils flaring briefly as she turned her gaze between those in the room, settling briefly on the blonde Slayer. ”The Slayer has faced them before.”
”As for those that attacked Willow, and the others, they are the servants of the First… the first of its priests. Runes and wards bind them to it, they are the Harbringers, the bearer of its will.” She added,
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"The First will never be gone, Xander. It's what lies in all of us..."
”Wow... that's a really reassuring thought”, Xander commented. The idea that The First Evil was in all of them was a really creepy one. The darkest sides in people being responsible for that... thing existing and doing so much harm for centuries? Yeah, definitely not an idea he was found of, one that sent cold shivers down his spine every time when he thought about it. Xander heard it being said before Sunnydale had been rendered into a huge crater, the fact that The First existing had a lot to do with mankind being far from innocent and good. Still, he thought that they managed to bury the damned thing inside the crater. Wasn't that the whole purpose of their fight? Hell, they averted how many apocalypses during high school alone? Five? Six? Why not believe that they could defeat primordial evil for good? It's not like Buffy hadn't managed more awesome things since she arrived in Sunnydale. If The First really was impossible to defeat, then why sacrifice so much to fight it in the first place? Would they have to lose as much again?
Xander tried to push the thoughts away for a while. With Willow being in the condition she was in, the younger Watcher didn't need to add this type of concern on top of worrying sick over the wicca's condition. That tear that only threatened to fall from his eye slipped down his cheek when Willow began to stir and whispered Kennedy's name. He felt sorry for his best friend. The woman she loved wasn't there. Actually, Xander wondered if anyone even told Kennedy about Willow being in the hospital. God knows it didn't cross his mind, his only goal had been to get to the hospital as soon as possible. Instead of saying anything about it, Xander decided to give Willow time to come to her senses and see for herself who was holding her hand and giving it an encouraging squeeze. Xander managed to smile through his tears once Willow's green eyes were open and gazing at his features. ”What can I say, Will? You know I'm not one for following rules. Just be hush-hush about it if you happen to meet my good friend, Sparrow, okay?” Always with the jokes. What else could he do? He wanted to let Buffy or the unknown young woman deal with Bonnie's questions and focus on Willow all the way.
In fact, he focused so much that when she snapped at the other young woman in the room, Xander practically flinched back. What the hell was that about anyway? How could someone take off their face unless they were in some creepy movie? Willow explained what she meant and it suddenly became clear. Yeah, he heard the name Winifred Burkle being mentioned before and, man, that story freaked the hell out of him. It was a completely messed up way to die, Xander didn't even want to imagine how it must have been like to be in her place or in the place of the people that knew her and had to deal with the demon that knew her walking around in her skin. Yeah, he could see why Willow reacted the way she did. Xander remembered how impressed she had been by Fred after the trip to Los Angeles. ”Take it easy, Will, please”, he whispered to her, brushing a few strands of hair away from her forehead. Then he turned his attention to Illyria, the unfriendly look cast to her turning to one of shock mixed with disgust upon seeing the transformation. ”What the hell? I could have lived without seeing that.” This Illyria seemed to have the answers to every little question Bonnie asked so far so the young Watcher listened to her, rolling his eye a little and muttering under his breath: ”Wow, you sound worse than Giles...” Did the latex blueberry have to sound so ominous about the First too? ”Okay, I appreciate the lecture but you missed the most important points: how do we make the son of a bitch pay for what it did to my best friend? Make it fast, I don't think you being here is doing any good to her mood.” Was he trying to kick out an ancient demon? Man, he hoped he didn't end up in another hospital bed. Xander gave Willow's palm a squeeze, brushing his thumb against her skin in what he hoped to be a soothing manner.
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COME ALL YOU WEARY WITH YOUR HEAVY LOADS LAY DOWN YOUR BURDENS FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS CAUSE MY YOKE IS EASY AND MY BURDEN IS KIND I'LL TAKE YOURS UPON ME AND YOU CANT TAKE MINE
Willow woke while she was turned to the window. Upon hearing her voice she turned around to face the wiccan. Relief rushed over the Slayer in waves as she moved towards the bed and awaited her turn to embrace her best friend. She was happy to see that she was awake and alert. She knew who Buffy was and that's always a good thing. She extended her arms and pulled the woman into a tight hug. She lingered for a few moments. She hated the idea of losing her. Buffy had already had to face that fear the days she became what they refer to Dark Willow. She pulled away as she looked at her friend as she moved away but remained close as she seated herself upon her bed.
"Buffy!...I hope you didn't cut the mission short just to come back for little old me didcha? Because...innocents are more important than any of us, you remember that right?"
"We were done... I came home and got a phone call. I let everyone know at the shop and ran down here," She said with a sad smile.
"I'm sorry, I still don't get it. The First ... what? What is it we're dealing with? Some ... sort of vampire?" Buffy's eyes fell upon the young wiccan. . "Because that's what that thing that attacked me sort of looked like."
"Probably an ubervamp. Realllly ugly face, in desperate need of a manicure." She spoke, her eyes widened to emphasis her description at her lengthen of word.
"Well, Elena -- my friend -- we were in the school late after prom committee, and the earthquake started. Then, we went into the hallway and this thing popped out of nowhere. It was ... it looked really old. Like, with blotchy skin and these ghost white eyes. But it had large fangs, like nothing I've ever seen before. And these long nails, they scratched me when it grabbed me."
"Bingo." She spoke as her finger shot in the air to declare she won.
"FRED!!! You're alive!...I... wait no, you're...you're not Fred...you're not Fred."
”I am Illyria.” Buffy sat silently as her eyes darted back and forth between the two. Fred. She remembered Willow and Faith talking about her when they came back from Los Angeles. She got the low down on Angel's team while Willow was there to restore Angel's soul and Faith was there for muscle. It took place while Buffy and team gathered forces and prepared for war against The First Evil and it's army. Sunnydale was destroyed and the world was safe thanks to them.
"If you're gonna stay then you take that face off now!. You disrespect her memory by wearing her face like a new suit."
”As you wish,” Buffy's mouth hung agape as the woman transformed before their eyes. Brilliant shades of blue shown through brown locks. The dark brown replaced by bright sky blue hues, the pupil cut into the smallest of spheres. Her wardrobe was a bit outdated but it showed she was a warrior easily. Even her posture became slightly menacing. ”I will allow you one such command for the state of your mind, and the grievous injuries you bear, and for the aide that you have given in the past.” Illyria allowed, as her neon blue gaze came to rest solidly on the red haired witch once more. ”But you would do well to remember that if it was not for my aide, you and all of your companions would be dead.” Buffy blinked a few times. Was she from Asgard?
”What the hell? I could have lived without seeing that.”
"Well, thank you for your help. I suppose we're in debt to you now." She spoke as she knew what it all meant. Buffy wasn't stupid, not by a long shot though she did have her valley girl moments.
”Every act of evil that had been birthed on this world since its creation has come from the wellspring of evil that is the First. As mankind and others that inhabit this world give in to their natures, their greed and their lust, their malice and their misery, their loathing and their prejudices, it fuels it, making it stronger, and with each passing century, it becomes closer to manifesting. The Turok Han are its soldiers, and when they outnumber the humans of this world, when they have risen from the depths of Hell itself and have swarmed across this world and destroyed all that would stand in their path – when the day comes when there is but one more of them than there is a human, the First will succeed. The First will become manifest, and it will rule this world, relishing in the suffering of its subjects with a lust that will pale in comparison to anything this world has ever seen, or ever will again.” The Slayer liked this woman already, she didn't have to explain anything. It was nice for a change. Buffy met Illyria's gaze and returned it. She was a being of power and Buffy respected that. It would be rude to look away. She was why Willow and Bonnie were still breathing. ”The Slayer has faced them before.” Buffy looked over at Bonnie, a silent confirmation.
”As for those that attacked Willow, and the others, they are the servants of the First… the first of its priests. Runes and wards bind them to it, they are the Harbringers, the bearer of its will.”
"And they are as close to human as we can guess. You can kill them with anything really. But they are quick and quiet. They sneak up on the best of fighters."
”Okay, I appreciate the lecture but you missed the most important points: how do we make the son of a bitch pay for what it did to my best friend? Make it fast, I don't think you being here is doing any good to her mood.”
"We'll have to fight, like we did in Sunnydale." She said with her eyes glued upon the floor. It was the truth, it was inevitable. She knew this day would come and she dreads it no less.
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