Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Buffy's old coven returns, she's got to find a way to defeat Eve before it's too late.
Author's Notes: All right folks, I've done some tweaking with the Buffyverse and the Craft. In this twisted little tale, the redhead was actually Buffy, she never intentionally cut her own wrists, and she's a born witch who's powers were bound away by her aunt at the age of five. Since it's been a while since I saw "The Craft", I'll have to make up their names for now. This is right after "Gingerbread" for the Buffyverse, and Andy's death in "Charmed" never happened. Also, Willow and Xander never kissed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It is owned by Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I also do not own "Charmed", or "The Craft". The songs in this fic are not mine unless they are marked by *. Please do not steal or mirror this story on your site. I'm perfectly happy to send it to you if you ask politely and do not alter the story or the disclaimer.
Got that? Geez, you're good. Remember all of this, and you should be fine.
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Prologue
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Buffy twisted in her sleep. The nightmares had returned with a vengeance. Eve laughed at her, eyes glittering. She was wearing black, and energy sparked between her fingers.
Becky and Laura materialized beside Eve. "Join us." they whispered, beckoning to her. Buffy ran through the mists, searching for something she couldn't find. Threads wrapped around her, trapping her in the dreamscape, and she fought through them. They cut into her, and she screamed.
Buffy sat bolt upright in bed, trembling. The dream had been all too real.
As she threw her legs over the side of the bed, two scars on her wrists caught her attention, and she shuddered. In the final confrontation between her and Eve, Eve had cut Buffy's wrists with a black knife. Buffy usually found some way to hide them, and so far neither her mother, the Slayerettes, or Angel had noticed them yet.
She was glad for that small mercy. The dreams had come back after all of the months she had spent in Sunnydale.
The weeks after the breaking up of the coven, one of her spells for popularity had stayed put. She had tried so hard to fit in.
But it never worked. When Merrick had come, she had fallen into what had seemed to be a living nightmare. Her powers had been sundered away from her soon after she had broken the coven up, and were no help to the fledgling Slayer.
As Buffy made her way into the bathroom, she noticed a thin trail of a dark fluid dripping down her legs. She made it to the bathroom.
She nearly fainted when she saw the blood. Grabbing several of the towels, she mopped at the blood pools. Wiping enough of the blood away, she saw the cause.
Clenching her teeth, she yanked a golden thread of metal out of her leg, then clasped a towel to it. Then she examined the thread.
It was incredibly sharp. She put it in the tub.
By now, her enhanced healing abilities had stopped most of the blood flow. She carefully wrapped her legs in bandaging, and mopped up the blood on the floor.
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