And the world went on
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"...Knox was one of Illyria's acolytes and had ordained you to be the one to become her, he said, because he wanted someone as majestic as you to be the vessel for Illyria to return. His plans met a snag in customs when the sarcophagus that infected you, was held there, only it was released by someone who made a deal for it ( Read more... )
"...Knox was one of Illyria's acolytes and had ordained you to be the one to become her, he said, because he wanted someone as majestic as you to be the vessel for Illyria to return. His plans met a snag in customs when the sarcophagus that infected you, was held there, only it was released by someone who made a deal for it ( Read more... )
Angel, Spike, and I wouldn't mention the name....not aloud, again, but Illyria; they were all incredibly strong.
It was indeed impossible to fathomtha they might have suffered a similar fate as we did, but I couldn't definitively claim that.
The forces that may have reacted to our reaction to the Circle of the Black Thorn could have been undefeatable.
Still, I had to believe that the woeld still had champions left...left to battle with all of the things that were akin tp the very place that we were now.
"Yes, yes, I am sure that you are indeed correct, Fred. The world couldn't possibly lose all of it's champions. The balances of power couldn't allow that, although Buffy an Faith would still be on Earth, even if Angel and Spike and Gunn were to..heaven forbid, pass away and join us here."
I looked at her, as she trembled out the word right, three consecutive times, well not consecutively, but in a space of two sentences she had.
"I'm sure that the world is still on it's axis, Fred. And at least being dead, here and not of Earth means that I get to be with you again."
Although, in itself, that was cause for a great deal of suspicion.
Why was it that I couldn't enjoy her before we were attacked by a demon or something to that extreme?
I always had to consider things rationally. What I really needed was to get drunk. With Fred.
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It was a second chance, even if it was half a chance. It was- something.
"I'm sure that the world is still on its axis, Fred. And at least being dead, here and not of Earth means that I get to be with you again."
"I guess in the end... book man came through," I said almost smiling again. I didn't know how he would take those words. Didn't know if it will take him back to...
Still.
We were together now, we were... complete.
The thing that I loved most about Wesley was the way he viewed things, always thinking, trying to understand the situation and not take it for what it was, always trying to find a better answer than the was he was given.
I guess in more ways than one he reminded me of... me. Always trying to solve the puzzle, always trying to find the best possible solution to the most difficult equations.
I let out a soft sigh and looked around. The fog was starting to roll in heavy in this part of dead city.
"Ya know, I'd very much like to get outta here. Not that any other place will be much different than this one," I said wrapping my arms around him.
"Not that I'm exactly sure where here is... I was sorta trying to figure out before you... appeared."
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I looked around, not willing to let go of her as I moved on, almost as if-if I were to do so, that we would lose each other again and that the book man would once again be looking for answers with no hope of saving her from the god that was swallowing her whole from the inside out.
Only this time, it would be a hell dimension doing the same thing, and I couldn't, wouldn't allow that to happen.
I studied the environment. I had done it briefly before my eyes were dazzled by Fred, whom I thought was Illyria but found to really be Fred.
Now, I could do it further and it was striking me as oddly, and unwelcomedly familiar, except that the demon noises were far outreaching the sounds of motorists or chattering walkers.
What struck me as similar about this place from something else that I already knew, was how similar that it appeared to Los Angeles. Not every detail was the same, but I did find myself wanting to look for the Hyperion and even for Wolfram and Hart.
"Fred, doesn't it strike you as odd, that other then the darkness and the dank, and the smell, that this place seems so similar to Los Angeles?"
My hands were still on her. Of her, I couldn't let go of. Not again.
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I had been thinking the same thing ever since I had woken up in this place. In the time I was here I had ventured into many areas, trying to find a way out until I realized that there was none.
I didn't know what to really make of it. It had no real purpose other than to just be here.
I squeezed Wesley's hand tighter, as if I did loose my grip I would lose him forever and I couldn't go through all that, not again.
So I held on, as we explored this place together.
"Yeah, I noticed that too when I first woke up here. It's- always been this way. I kept hoping for signs of life, or for the sun to come up but, it never has. I mean, it almost seem like some kind of holding dimension." I said we walked through one of the more familiar streets.
"Maybe that's what this is... a holding dimension, a replica of Los Angeles. I don't know, I mean, that the only logical answer, right?"
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It was sinking in like a ton of bricks over the shoulder in a bag of rope that tended to cleeve the skin or at least chafe it.
"Those of us unfortunate enough to survive the great battle that Angel started are afforted the permanent luxury of one of Wolfram and Hart's holding and or hell dimensions."
I couldn't believe that something like this didn't occur to me sooner and a scowl painted my face, even while being reunited with the woman that I loved more then any other.
I stopped and sort of moved her off of the street and into a building, suddenly feeling like we were being watched.
She looked at me a little strangely. "I think of it this way, Fred. Visibility is much easier in the open."
I was so busy thinking of scenarios and reasons that I had just managed to sound like a complete bafoon.
Besides, I kind of..not kind of, very strongly wanted to find a residence, a bed, a cot, a shower, anything and make love to her for six hours.
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