Calling the Calvary
I walked the streets of this…Los Angeles, and I thought about Eve. Her being in L.A. did not make sense. Suddenly I stopped in front of a store, and saw my reflection on the window…Fred. It was so simple…simple to just shape myself into her… after all this had been her body, now only an empty shell…no I was the host now. Just as we cannot stop what has passed, we cannot stop the inevitable. I was Illyria, and somehow, I was also Fred. I had all her memories, all her… In one faint moment, I was slipping back into my thoughts…
Staring at the mirror in front of me at the edge of the labs, not startling me in the slightest, or braking my transfixed gaze. Wesley proceeds through the entrance doors, pausing to catch my study of the mirror.
”I have been staring at this object for a sustained amount of time and I don not understand. This object imitates my shape and mimes my every move as if it were mocking me.”
“Yes, it’s known to do that. It’s called a mirror. It’s capable of reflecting sufficient, undiffused light to form and image of an object placed in front of it. That is its purpose: you stand before it so that is what it reflects. What you see before you is not an imitation, it’s you.”
“Why? What purpose does this serve?”
“Well, for some, they look into it to see what they are, how they look…Fred sometimes used it to put on make-up. She never used it a lot but se said that just a little made her look beautiful. Even without it I thought she was magnificent, even more.”
“You still talk of her as if she were still here.”
“She still would be if it weren’t for you.”
“Even still, what has been done cannot be undone.”
“No, no it can’t.”
“Yet, you would? Change things if it were possible. To undo what has been done to your…Winifred.”
“In a heartbeat.”
I snapped back out. And I tried to do something I hadn’t tried before… I cocked my head. And the image in front of me began to shift. It was no longer the image of Fred…I was staring at…Eve.
”Interesting.”
This shape was harder to hold. It required some concentration on my part. Morphing into Fred came natural. I cocked my head again and morphed back into Fred. I tried morphing into Eve again, the image before me was holding, and then began to fade. I tried harder to concentrate and Eve’s image appeared again.
“This new power, this is very interesting. I suppose it will be of some use. But it requires a lot of concentration.”
I cocked my head again and morphed back into Fred. Still staring at my reflection in the window I weighed my options, thinking that perhaps my powers were still there…dormant. It was reasonable to believe this.
“This is good. I can bide my time. My powers will return to me in due time, I am sure of this, and once they do, I can use them to my advantage…”
I needed to know more of this place. And I needed to find someone that I could trust, someone that Angel would have trusted at a time such as this. I began to walk again, and tried to think clearly. Eve had said two years had gone by. Two years. We had only spent two days in that hell dimension. Then, a thought came to mind, deep down from the memories of Fred.
“Buffy...”
Angel always regarded her as a great warrior. Perhaps she would be able to help. And her friend Willow, yes, she had come to my mind too. She would be able to help as well. Wesley had once mentioned she was a powerful witch.
“This is the only way…I must find them.”
Staring at the mirror in front of me at the edge of the labs, not startling me in the slightest, or braking my transfixed gaze. Wesley proceeds through the entrance doors, pausing to catch my study of the mirror.
”I have been staring at this object for a sustained amount of time and I don not understand. This object imitates my shape and mimes my every move as if it were mocking me.”
“Yes, it’s known to do that. It’s called a mirror. It’s capable of reflecting sufficient, undiffused light to form and image of an object placed in front of it. That is its purpose: you stand before it so that is what it reflects. What you see before you is not an imitation, it’s you.”
“Why? What purpose does this serve?”
“Well, for some, they look into it to see what they are, how they look…Fred sometimes used it to put on make-up. She never used it a lot but se said that just a little made her look beautiful. Even without it I thought she was magnificent, even more.”
“You still talk of her as if she were still here.”
“She still would be if it weren’t for you.”
“Even still, what has been done cannot be undone.”
“No, no it can’t.”
“Yet, you would? Change things if it were possible. To undo what has been done to your…Winifred.”
“In a heartbeat.”
I snapped back out. And I tried to do something I hadn’t tried before… I cocked my head. And the image in front of me began to shift. It was no longer the image of Fred…I was staring at…Eve.
”Interesting.”
This shape was harder to hold. It required some concentration on my part. Morphing into Fred came natural. I cocked my head again and morphed back into Fred. I tried morphing into Eve again, the image before me was holding, and then began to fade. I tried harder to concentrate and Eve’s image appeared again.
“This new power, this is very interesting. I suppose it will be of some use. But it requires a lot of concentration.”
I cocked my head again and morphed back into Fred. Still staring at my reflection in the window I weighed my options, thinking that perhaps my powers were still there…dormant. It was reasonable to believe this.
“This is good. I can bide my time. My powers will return to me in due time, I am sure of this, and once they do, I can use them to my advantage…”
I needed to know more of this place. And I needed to find someone that I could trust, someone that Angel would have trusted at a time such as this. I began to walk again, and tried to think clearly. Eve had said two years had gone by. Two years. We had only spent two days in that hell dimension. Then, a thought came to mind, deep down from the memories of Fred.
“Buffy...”
Angel always regarded her as a great warrior. Perhaps she would be able to help. And her friend Willow, yes, she had come to my mind too. She would be able to help as well. Wesley had once mentioned she was a powerful witch.
“This is the only way…I must find them.”