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Note: The end is very confusing, but will be explained in the next chapter, if confused review and tell me!
At the hospital Buffy had her arm around Willow, numb from crying.
“It’ll be okay, Tara will be okay, don’t worry,” Buffy tried to sooth Willow with promises Willow just knew would be broken.
“Maybe your right, I’m going to go, I need to be alone right now.” Willow walked out of the waiting room as Buffy closed her eyes.
Spike tentatively sat next to Buffy she looked distant and scared, he didn’t like it.
“Glory’s going to win, everyone will die and she’ll win,” Buffy said quietly.
“No she won’t! You are the best fighter on this sodding planet, no way is she going to beat you,” Spike told her, running his fingers through her hair.
“But what if she does! What if I mess up and she kills Dawn, what if she kills my sister! What if today is the day I have a death wish,” Her face was red with fury, but behind her eyes was fear.
“I will do anything to save Dawn, if I have to die to I will, and as long as I’m here no hell god is going to have herself a ‘good’ day.”
“I wish I could believe that,” Buffy whispered, “but you have to know were not going to all make it, I might die.”
“If I don’t come out of this alive you have to protect her, for me.”
Blinking back tears at the thought of Buffy dying, Spike took her hands in his and replied, “Always.”
Willow searched the books in the magic shop for something to help Tara, or hurt Glory which ever came first.
A book of dark magic lay on the table tempted her, she had promised herself when she first became a Wicca she would never use this book, but that was then this is now.
It was perfect. The spell Willow gazed upon was perfect, it pulled the curtain that blocked your mind making your hidden self come out, Tara would be right again! The thought glowed inside of making her only think of Tara not the raw power that radiated from this book, it didn’t matter.
She sat on the table and centered every ounce of power she had, she closed her eyes, darkening faster and faster, black smoke swirled and wrapped around her body like a snake strangling her with its power. Her voice was hoarse as she choked out the spell,
“Curtain that acts as a shield, hear my call and you will yield,
That which is hidden return to it’s given,
That which is hidden return to what it’s given,
Find, find, find, find!”
Willow passed out as everyone in the waiting room collapsed, Tara’s eyes shot open from where she lay in the hospital bed, where was Willow?
Tara walked cautiously out of the cold white walled room and slowly opened the door.
The scoobies slowly stirred from the floor. As soon as Buffy set eyes on Spike something snapped in her, she violently pushed him against the wall and started kissing him.
No one thought this was strange; because they were acting stranger.
Anya looked at Xander scathingly, “Get away from me you, you man! Whoever put me here is going to pay! I am Anyanka vengeance demon and I am so much above a common,” she studied him a minute before hissing, “Vampire.”
“I’m not common,” Xander said amused, his forehead ridging, his eyes turning yellow. The smell of Anya’s blood was tantalizing he could already taste it, but he was attracted to her, “Maybe I’ll play with my food a little first,” he thought smirking.
Ripper looked down at his tweed suit and felt like he would retch; he roughly threw his glasses onto the floor and heard the glass crunch under his shoe. “Where’s a bloody cigarette when you need one,” he muttered searching his tweed pockets for something that he could smoke.
Tara walked into the scene that unfolded before her and wondered if she should’ve left the bed after all.
Deciding that Buffy and Spike were the least screwed up she tapped Buffy on the shoulder.
“What!” Buffy demanded. Her whole aura was different, she was like someone else, Tara searched her memory of who it reminded her of but couldn’t think of it.
“Are you, uh feeling okay?”
“Five by five.”
Now Tara was really scared.
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