Amara: Part 14
by Barbie Taylor
Xander stood on the doorstep and waited for Buffy to send him a signal from above. In the mean time, Cordelia did her best looking around for any suspicious demons that may have been lurking around the courtyard. What she didn't know though, was that Anastasia had already gotten rid of them all. She had wanted the place to be as deserted as possible, so Amara and her friends would have to search for her if they wanted to find her and kill her
Whistler waited just out of Cordelia's view, it was his job to watch the areas she couldn't see.
As the three stood there, waiting, they were oblivious to the fact that Spike was sneaking up behind them.
His first target, he decided upon seeing the three of them, would be Whistler. He didn't know him but from what he had been told Whistler worked for the other side. He made it his personal mission to help the Slayer.
Picking up a large stone that lay on the front lawn, Spike ran swiftly at Whistler and slammed it into the back of his skull. Upon impact, he heard a sharp crack and saw Whistler plummet to the ground. Just in case he was trying to fool him, Spike gave him a few good kicks to the face and abdomen. When he was sure the job was done, he moved on towards Xander.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the garden, Drusilla had spotted Willow. She approached her, not even making an effort to hide.
When Willow saw her, Drusilla didn't need to say a word, she just looked deep into Willow's dark brown eyes and she fell helplessly under Drusilla's spell.
Every muscle in her body wanted to turn and run but her mind told her to stay where she was. However, before she could stop herself, Willow had turned and walked away from her two friends into one of the more secluded areas of the garden.
Drusilla held Willow's gaze in much the same way she had held Kendra's not long ago. She flicked her nails against each other to sharpen them and lifted her arm, preparing to slice Willow's pulsing jugular wide open.
Anastasia crept from her hiding space into another room. She knew Buffy, Amara and Angel were in the house; she could hear their voices even though they were barely above a whisper. She wanted to hear their plan. So as she crept into the next room, she was silent.
Anastasia didn't particularly want to kill the Slayer or Angel, for that matter. She had decided to leave them to Spike and Dru, who would probably fail miserably at killing them, but, oh well that wasn't her problem. After all, she was going to get rid of them sooner or later
No, the only member of the party that she had a problem with was Amara and as she sat in the dark silence, Anastasia's head filled with all the ways she'd like to kill her enemy that night.
After taking Whistler out, Spike started towards Xander. He wanted to leave Cordy for last; she would be the most fun to play games with.
Xander stood motionless. He was still staring up at the window that sat two stories above him.
Buffy was certainly taking her sweet ass time, he thought to himself.
At that moment, her head popped out of the window which she had needed to unboard before she could open.
She was relieved to see that as planned, Xander was waiting below.
Though from where she was standing, Buffy could see Spike creeping up behind her unsuspecting friend. But before she could yell out to warn him, Xander was on the ground
Spike looked coldly up at her shadow standing in the window frame and as she looked down on him in horror, he smiled and held up a blood-covered dagger.
The dagger he held was one that a witch would use, in a spell or ritual. It was small and incredibly sharp and he had to admit that the handle was quite attractive too.
Cordelia turned when she heard Xander make a strange noise, almost as though he was gasping for air. When she saw that Spike had stabbed him, she suspected that she was next on his list of mortals to bump off
However, despite her better judgement, she didn't flee in terror.
Instead she turned and got herself into one of the many fighting stances she had seen Buffy use. That was it, she decided, right then and there. Spike may have been able to hurt or kill the other two that were with her but she was different. She was a girl, damn it! And she was tired of being bullied by these badly-dressed vampires and demons. Now she wanted revenge and Spike was going to be the first one to find that out
Cordelia swallowed hard and said to herself.
"Cordelia Chase...it's time to face your fears."
The mansion was dark and as she walked the halls, Amara had nothing but her senses to guide her. She knew that Anastasia was close, as she walked past yet another doorway
The room that lay beyond it was pitch black and Amara could smell the scent of death. The same scent that seemed to follow the immortal ones wherever they went. It wasn't an unpleasant smell but it was distinct and thick in the air this very night; certainly a smell that any other immortal could pick up when they were close to another
In her hands she tightly held the silver sword that she had bought with her; she could feel the icy handle making an imprint on her shaking hands.
Anastasia sat and waited patiently. She was only two rooms away from where Amara walked but she had decided that she would wait until Amara walked past the door before she would jump out at her and break her neck...or maybe even decapitate her with that silver sword she held onto so tightly. As if such a silly thing would protect her, she thought.
Amara could feel the anticipation in the air. It was as if every moment she had experienced since the night Anastasia had been made, was in preparation for this very one; the battle she now had to face. She could hear the sound of the breeze whistling through the near empty mansion and the sound of the large vines, that covered the outside walls, scraping against the glass, gave her the shivers
She could hear the fighting going on out in the garden and she could hear Buffy's worried voice asking Angel if everything was going to be all right.
Drusilla was only seconds away from opening Willow's fleshy throat, when she was attacked from behind.
Oz had seen her standing there and had jumped her. It was the night before the next full moon and he was feeling especially strong
He rolled Drusilla onto her back and began to punch her as hard as he could in the face
She was on her feet, recovered, quicker than Oz would have liked.
But as his fist once again impacted with her cheek, he could hear bone cracking...he just wasn't sure who's bone it was.
Willow was on the ground in a daze. She remembered Oz and Giles talking and then she had heard a noise behind her, but for the life of her she couldn't remember what had happened after that. Now all she could see was Oz beating up Drusilla and Giles rushing up to her from the grass area where he had been standing.
On the inside of the mansion a battle now raged. Anastasia had jumped Amara just outside a rather large dinning room. Now she threw Amara against a wall, knocking down a painting and shattering glass all over the floor. The sharp shards cut deep into Amara's cold flesh and blood began to run from her wounds, staining her shirt
Even though she was in agony, Amara was quick to her feet. She picked up a piece of glass from the floor and lunged at Anastasia.
She landed on Anastasia and pushed her to the ground
Anastasia howled with pain as the glass buried itself deep within her flesh. Had she been mortal the wound would have killed her in minutes, but through the pain, she struggled to her feet and began to chant
Amara searched her mind for all the spells she knew that could combat the one being performed on her now, finally finding one that sent Anastasia flying into the air. Her small body fell to the earth with a sickening thud, right where the large pile of glass still lay. Amara walked cautiously over to the still body of her enemy.
She wasn't sure what to think. Anastasia was very strong, it would have been too easy a spell to kill her. She was sure that that spell couldn't even have killed a mortal.
Cordelia was out of breath; she had never fought so hard in her life. With her two comrades out cold, it had been up to her to take care of business. And she had
At first, Spike had just tried toying with her, telling her that he was going to drain her blood...every last drop and then leave her cold stiff corpse on her parents doorstep and at first, Cordelia had been scared. She had never fought such an old vampire before without Buffy or any of the other Slayerettes
At first, her fighting had been a little shaky, but soon she had regained her usual confidence and beat the crap out of Spike, who wasn't taking it very well
She was punching and kicking and at that moment, even Buffy would have been proud of her; the fight was going well. That was until Drusilla had shown up and the two of them had fled in defeat. After that Cordelia was annoyed to find that she had been left to clean up the mess.
Up in the mansion's dinning room, Anastasia was on her feet again before Amara even had a chance to turn away from her. She had wasted no time, scrambling across the floor for the silver sword that Amara had brought with her and carelessly dropped when the fighting had started
She picked it up and lifted it above her head. Amara turned just in time to see Anastasia plunge the long sword right through her thin body until the tip of it protruded from her back.
Cordelia helped Xander to his feet, he was in bad need of a hospital. A deep gash ran along his side and blood was gushing out of it, all over his clothes
Surprisingly, Whistler was fine. He casually got to his feet and brushed himself off. Cordelia and Xander shot him confused glances and he smiled, telling them he'd explain later.
Amara was bleeding a lot and she could tell that the scent of blood was driving Anastasia crazy. She slowly struggled to her feet and, using the blood that was pumping from her body to her advantage, she grabbed the sword off Anastasia. Anastasia was blinded by hunger at this point, so it was easy for Amara to take the upper hand
She raised the sword and trembling with weakness from the loss of blood, she forced out a single sentence.
"It's over...Now we finish this." And having said that, she rushed forward and swung the sword at Anastasia's head. The razor sharp blade connected perfectly with Anastasia's long neck and her head left her shoulders in seconds; her ancient body turning to dust as it collided heavy with the floor. Relief flooded Amara as she herself fell to the floor. But before she could bask in her triumph, she lost consciousness.
Angel walked slowly towards the body that lay on the floor. It was his Amara. The front of her shirt had been ripped open and blood trickled slowly from a wound that ran deep into the centre of her chest. She had been run through with the same sword she had killed Anastasia with. Now the sword lay next to Amara's body, almost the entire blade was covered in dark red blood
Angel knelt down and lowered his head to Amara's lips. He could not hear or feel any air escaping from them. He collapsed on the ground next to her body and began to sob, hopelessly.
Amara tipped her head towards Angel's hunched over form. She knew he assumed she was dead. That was okay, it was the way it had to be
However, he seemed to sense that she was looking at him and he lifted his gaze until his eyes were locked with hers.
"I thought you were dead." He trembled.
"I am. But I don't want you to worry. I have wanted this gift for centuries. Anastasia was what was keeping me here, now that she's dead everything is finished. I'm relieved...I finally get to leave." She said with a weak smile.
Before Angel could respond, Amara had closed her eyes again and he sensed that this was the end. No more could ever be said between them and once again he felt tears burn his vampire eyes.
Buffy and the others crowded into the room. Upon seeing Amara's lifeless body, Buffy's eyes filled with tears. But she didn't quite know why she was sad. It was only when she gazed upon the weeping Angel, that she realised who she was really crying for.
That night, after everyone had left, Angel took Amara's limp body and buried it in an unmarked grave deep in the woods. He expected it would turn to dust with the full moon's arrival the next evening
He had dressed her frail figure in a red satin gown, not incredibly different from the one she had worn when they had first met
Her hair hung delicately around her shoulders, soft ringlets forming at the bottom of it, frame her inhumanly perfect pale face
Angel looked over her in awe. Even in death her lips still seemed to burn, adding colour to her face. And even though they were closed now, he knew her eyes were still as soft and intense as they had ever been
As he left, he turned and placed a single flower on the grass that was already damp with the early morning dew. Once again, tears fell from his eyes, but this time, he felt peace.
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