Fic: Enjoy the Silence 7/?
Title: Enjoy the Silence
Author: Jennillu
Email: jennillu@yahoo.com
Archived at: www.seeingred.net
Pairing: W/A (it's gonna take a while to get there, kids, but I promise, it'll happen)
Rating: R....for now
Disclaimer: I borrow, bending and twisting plot to my will.
Summary: Set during the last season of Angel, Willow shows up in LA, sort of, and needs some help.
I know it's been a while since I've posted...So sorry...I've been traveling and working like a dog...But I finally had a little writing time again. Hope you like!!
~7~
Willow cowered behind Brogan as the large man reached back, pulling an axe from his shoulder harness, preparing to fight.
“Great,” Angel grumbled. “The demons have weapons, your buddy ‘The Axe’ has a weapon…We’re the only ones without weapons. I hate that.”
Spike glanced at the other vampire, arching an eyebrow. “We’re vampires. Since when do you need a weapon?”
Angel shrugged. “I just prefer it. Makes things easier.”
The blond snorted. “You’ve gone soft.”
“I have not!” Angel argued. “I just…Willow!” His attention rushed back toward the redhead as he saw one of the demons advance toward her. “Willow, be-”
“Now might not be the time,” Spike told him, falling into a fighting stance beside the older vampire. “Brogan will protect her.”
A part of Angel wanted to argue as he watched the witch cower behind a stranger. He should be the one to protect her, and though he did not want to admit it, a jealous chill ran through him as he saw her fear of him and trust in Brogan.
“You’re trespassing,” one of the demons growled, his voice deep and monotonous. “For this you will die.”
“We’re leaving,” Henry said, his hands held up in surrender, his voice shaking. “We’ll leave right now. If you’ll just-”
“Ya can’t bargain with ‘em, ‘enry,” Brogan said. “They’re demons. They know only territory and blood.”
“You forget fear,” the demon added, his face still and cold. “We enjoy the fear, and the pain.” Taking a step forward, he pulled a sword out, holding it before him, his eyes scanning the room.
“Good,” Angel said, stepping back toward the wall behind him. “That will make it easier for you when you’re screaming in agony.”
“You are a fool,” the demon told him, taking another step forward. “Your arrogance will cost you.”
“Yeah?” Angel asked, feeling the wall at his back. Groping the area behind him, he felt his hand close around the hilt of the sword that was mounted there, and quickly yanked it free, holding the weapon before him and lunging forward, the blade sliding easily through the demon’s neck, the head rolling to the floor before they’d even seen him move. “Well you talk too much.”
At that, fighting erupted, the rest of the horde charging into the room and attacking.
Spinning around, Willow pulled at another sword on the wall, startled at its weight as it swung free and clattered on the ground at her feet. For the second time in two days, she lifted a heavy weapon and held it before her, wondering if it would do her any good, and wishing that she could use magic instead.
“Stay behind me, Willow,” Brogan yelled, his axe swinging before him, easily knocking one of the demons aside. “First chance ya get, ya run for the door, hear me?”
The redhead nodded, screaming a moment later as she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. Spinning around, her eyes widened as she came nose to nose with one of the demons. Watching in frozen horror, she saw him pull his arm back, his sword glinting in the florescent glow of the overhead lights, ready to run her through.
Without thought, she drew in a deep breath and steadied herself, feeling energy begin to swirl around her.
“Willow, no!” Henry yelled, dodging one demon and lunging forward, knocking the redhead off of her feet and away from the other demon, who growled and trained his eyes on the intrusive man. “No magic!” he yelled to her.
Dazed and shaking, Willow struggled to her feet, teetering slightly as she felt the energy she’d drawn, still held within her.
“You can’t control it! Let it go!” Henry yelled, gasping as the demon lunged forward, his sword slicing into his side.
“Henry!” she screamed, seeing the man fall to his knees.
“I got him!” Brogan yelled, his axe suddenly embedded in the demon’s skull.
Grabbing Henry, she pulled him backwards as the demon fell forward. Kneeling beside him, she cringed at the sight of his blood-soaked shirt.
“It’s not that bad,” he insisted, his expression laced with pain. “Just a flesh wound. I’ll be okay.”
Willow opened her mouth to respond, to argue, but was cut off as she felt a hand grip her hair, pain searing through her skull as she was pulled up and backwards.
“Willow!” Angel shouted, quickly decapitating the demon he was fighting, and running toward the witch.
“Angel!” Spike yelled, as another demon appeared before the older vampire. Punching the demon before him, Spike grabbed his wrist, slamming it back into the wall, the sword falling from his hand. Gripping the sides of the demon’s head, he twisted violently, hearing the satisfying crunch of broken bones a moment before the body slumped to the ground. Bending forward, he grabbed the fallen weapon and moved toward Angel.
As she was dragged back toward the doorway, Willow watched in fear as two more demons flanked Angel, the first one attacking and knocking the vampire back into a wall, stone and plaster cracking around him.
Glancing toward Spike, she saw that he, too, was surrounded by demons, and losing ground. A quick look toward Brogan confirmed that while he was able to keep Henry safe for the moment, that wouldn’t last long.
“I have no choice,” she mumbled, reaching out and gripping the doorframe tightly.
“Release your hand or I will cut it off,” the demon growled, holding a sharp sword up over her.
“You’ve made a really big mistake,” she said, her voice suddenly deeper as her eyes went completely black.
With a single whispered word she was free of the demon, listening with satisfaction as an unseen force threw him backwards through a wall. Energy swirled and crackled around her, bringing everyone to a momentary standstill as they looked toward her.
A sudden wind picked up, her now black hair blowing back over her shoulders. Drawing herself up straight, she held her arms out before her, blue energy sparking between her fingers.
“Red, no,” Spike whispered, the tip of a sword aimed at his throat.
“I’ve had enough of the games,” she said, a cold smile curling the edges of her lips as she took several deep breathes. The energy within her was more powerful than she’d ever felt, going way beyond what she had called forth the night that Tara had died, but Willow knew that it had to be done. It was the only way to save them…Brogan, Henry, Spike…even Angel. Despite his apparent betrayal, and her own better judgment, seeing Angel fighting and losing was too much for her. He was a champion; maybe not hers, but then, maybe she didn’t deserve one, after all she’d done. He may not have been her champion, or even her friend, but he was for someone, for the world, and she could not stand by and watch him fall…Even if it meant that she never returned from the darkness that she now called forth.
Stretching her arms out wide, her head fell back in a sharp motion as the florescent lights exploded overhead, bathing the room in darkness. Tilting her head forward again, Willow smiled as she heard the windows shatter, and felt the cold air rush in, a bitter winter storm now brewing outside.
Several demons surrounded the witch as her gaze slowly settled on Angel, her black eyes locked on his.
“I’ve had enough of the lies,” she said, just before whispering a bit of latin and holding her arms out before her again.
As a bright light flashed, Spike and Angel shielded their eyes, feeling a burning heat fill the room. Turning away, Brogan leaned over Henry, intent on protecting his friend.
“You alright, “enry?” he shouted, hearing the screams of pain and wailing from the dying demons.
A grin spread over the man’s face. “I’m better than alright,” he said. Holding a hand up over him, he turned his palm out toward Brogan. “It’s just as he said it would be!”
“What are ya talk’n about?” Brogan yelled, glancing behind him, watching as a bolt of energy struck one of the demons, burning him to death in a matter of seconds.
“Good-bye, friend,” Henry whispered, closing his eyes and drawing on the energy that filled the room. His eyes snapped open a moment later, as black as Willow’s, and he released a fiery blast, knocking Brogan back.
Crawling over to the fallen man, Henry clutched his wounded side as he looked over the dead, still body with satisfaction.
A moment later, the cacophony of howling wind and screaming demons died away. Snow drifted in through the broken windows, an eerie silence filling the room. Willow was leaning against the door frame, panting. Her eyes remained black as her natural red coloring bled back through her hair, her gaze sweeping over the remains of devastation she’d just caused.
Angel watched as her dark eyes widened in horror, and followed her gaze to Brogan’s body. Henry was kneeling over him, shaking his head and wiping away a tear.
“I told you not to use magic,” he whispered, looking toward the witch, accusation in his tone. “You have no control. Look at what you’ve done.”
“It wasn’t…I thought the spell was only to destroy those with no soul,” she whispered.
“Apparently you were wrong,” Henry said, a cruel edge to his voice.
“She saved us,” Angel insisted, wincing as he saw her head jerk, her eyes looking toward him. “Willow…”
“No,” she whispered, her voice harsh in her throat. Taking a step back, she held a hand up, silently begging him to stay away. “Stay back. I can’t…”
Spinning around, she ran. Bolting through the door, Angel saw her disappear around a corner, and quickly followed, stopping as he reached the intersecting hallway. Panic filled him as he realized that Willow was gone.
Author: Jennillu
Email: jennillu@yahoo.com
Archived at: www.seeingred.net
Pairing: W/A (it's gonna take a while to get there, kids, but I promise, it'll happen)
Rating: R....for now
Disclaimer: I borrow, bending and twisting plot to my will.
Summary: Set during the last season of Angel, Willow shows up in LA, sort of, and needs some help.
I know it's been a while since I've posted...So sorry...I've been traveling and working like a dog...But I finally had a little writing time again. Hope you like!!
~7~
Willow cowered behind Brogan as the large man reached back, pulling an axe from his shoulder harness, preparing to fight.
“Great,” Angel grumbled. “The demons have weapons, your buddy ‘The Axe’ has a weapon…We’re the only ones without weapons. I hate that.”
Spike glanced at the other vampire, arching an eyebrow. “We’re vampires. Since when do you need a weapon?”
Angel shrugged. “I just prefer it. Makes things easier.”
The blond snorted. “You’ve gone soft.”
“I have not!” Angel argued. “I just…Willow!” His attention rushed back toward the redhead as he saw one of the demons advance toward her. “Willow, be-”
“Now might not be the time,” Spike told him, falling into a fighting stance beside the older vampire. “Brogan will protect her.”
A part of Angel wanted to argue as he watched the witch cower behind a stranger. He should be the one to protect her, and though he did not want to admit it, a jealous chill ran through him as he saw her fear of him and trust in Brogan.
“You’re trespassing,” one of the demons growled, his voice deep and monotonous. “For this you will die.”
“We’re leaving,” Henry said, his hands held up in surrender, his voice shaking. “We’ll leave right now. If you’ll just-”
“Ya can’t bargain with ‘em, ‘enry,” Brogan said. “They’re demons. They know only territory and blood.”
“You forget fear,” the demon added, his face still and cold. “We enjoy the fear, and the pain.” Taking a step forward, he pulled a sword out, holding it before him, his eyes scanning the room.
“Good,” Angel said, stepping back toward the wall behind him. “That will make it easier for you when you’re screaming in agony.”
“You are a fool,” the demon told him, taking another step forward. “Your arrogance will cost you.”
“Yeah?” Angel asked, feeling the wall at his back. Groping the area behind him, he felt his hand close around the hilt of the sword that was mounted there, and quickly yanked it free, holding the weapon before him and lunging forward, the blade sliding easily through the demon’s neck, the head rolling to the floor before they’d even seen him move. “Well you talk too much.”
At that, fighting erupted, the rest of the horde charging into the room and attacking.
Spinning around, Willow pulled at another sword on the wall, startled at its weight as it swung free and clattered on the ground at her feet. For the second time in two days, she lifted a heavy weapon and held it before her, wondering if it would do her any good, and wishing that she could use magic instead.
“Stay behind me, Willow,” Brogan yelled, his axe swinging before him, easily knocking one of the demons aside. “First chance ya get, ya run for the door, hear me?”
The redhead nodded, screaming a moment later as she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. Spinning around, her eyes widened as she came nose to nose with one of the demons. Watching in frozen horror, she saw him pull his arm back, his sword glinting in the florescent glow of the overhead lights, ready to run her through.
Without thought, she drew in a deep breath and steadied herself, feeling energy begin to swirl around her.
“Willow, no!” Henry yelled, dodging one demon and lunging forward, knocking the redhead off of her feet and away from the other demon, who growled and trained his eyes on the intrusive man. “No magic!” he yelled to her.
Dazed and shaking, Willow struggled to her feet, teetering slightly as she felt the energy she’d drawn, still held within her.
“You can’t control it! Let it go!” Henry yelled, gasping as the demon lunged forward, his sword slicing into his side.
“Henry!” she screamed, seeing the man fall to his knees.
“I got him!” Brogan yelled, his axe suddenly embedded in the demon’s skull.
Grabbing Henry, she pulled him backwards as the demon fell forward. Kneeling beside him, she cringed at the sight of his blood-soaked shirt.
“It’s not that bad,” he insisted, his expression laced with pain. “Just a flesh wound. I’ll be okay.”
Willow opened her mouth to respond, to argue, but was cut off as she felt a hand grip her hair, pain searing through her skull as she was pulled up and backwards.
“Willow!” Angel shouted, quickly decapitating the demon he was fighting, and running toward the witch.
“Angel!” Spike yelled, as another demon appeared before the older vampire. Punching the demon before him, Spike grabbed his wrist, slamming it back into the wall, the sword falling from his hand. Gripping the sides of the demon’s head, he twisted violently, hearing the satisfying crunch of broken bones a moment before the body slumped to the ground. Bending forward, he grabbed the fallen weapon and moved toward Angel.
As she was dragged back toward the doorway, Willow watched in fear as two more demons flanked Angel, the first one attacking and knocking the vampire back into a wall, stone and plaster cracking around him.
Glancing toward Spike, she saw that he, too, was surrounded by demons, and losing ground. A quick look toward Brogan confirmed that while he was able to keep Henry safe for the moment, that wouldn’t last long.
“I have no choice,” she mumbled, reaching out and gripping the doorframe tightly.
“Release your hand or I will cut it off,” the demon growled, holding a sharp sword up over her.
“You’ve made a really big mistake,” she said, her voice suddenly deeper as her eyes went completely black.
With a single whispered word she was free of the demon, listening with satisfaction as an unseen force threw him backwards through a wall. Energy swirled and crackled around her, bringing everyone to a momentary standstill as they looked toward her.
A sudden wind picked up, her now black hair blowing back over her shoulders. Drawing herself up straight, she held her arms out before her, blue energy sparking between her fingers.
“Red, no,” Spike whispered, the tip of a sword aimed at his throat.
“I’ve had enough of the games,” she said, a cold smile curling the edges of her lips as she took several deep breathes. The energy within her was more powerful than she’d ever felt, going way beyond what she had called forth the night that Tara had died, but Willow knew that it had to be done. It was the only way to save them…Brogan, Henry, Spike…even Angel. Despite his apparent betrayal, and her own better judgment, seeing Angel fighting and losing was too much for her. He was a champion; maybe not hers, but then, maybe she didn’t deserve one, after all she’d done. He may not have been her champion, or even her friend, but he was for someone, for the world, and she could not stand by and watch him fall…Even if it meant that she never returned from the darkness that she now called forth.
Stretching her arms out wide, her head fell back in a sharp motion as the florescent lights exploded overhead, bathing the room in darkness. Tilting her head forward again, Willow smiled as she heard the windows shatter, and felt the cold air rush in, a bitter winter storm now brewing outside.
Several demons surrounded the witch as her gaze slowly settled on Angel, her black eyes locked on his.
“I’ve had enough of the lies,” she said, just before whispering a bit of latin and holding her arms out before her again.
As a bright light flashed, Spike and Angel shielded their eyes, feeling a burning heat fill the room. Turning away, Brogan leaned over Henry, intent on protecting his friend.
“You alright, “enry?” he shouted, hearing the screams of pain and wailing from the dying demons.
A grin spread over the man’s face. “I’m better than alright,” he said. Holding a hand up over him, he turned his palm out toward Brogan. “It’s just as he said it would be!”
“What are ya talk’n about?” Brogan yelled, glancing behind him, watching as a bolt of energy struck one of the demons, burning him to death in a matter of seconds.
“Good-bye, friend,” Henry whispered, closing his eyes and drawing on the energy that filled the room. His eyes snapped open a moment later, as black as Willow’s, and he released a fiery blast, knocking Brogan back.
Crawling over to the fallen man, Henry clutched his wounded side as he looked over the dead, still body with satisfaction.
A moment later, the cacophony of howling wind and screaming demons died away. Snow drifted in through the broken windows, an eerie silence filling the room. Willow was leaning against the door frame, panting. Her eyes remained black as her natural red coloring bled back through her hair, her gaze sweeping over the remains of devastation she’d just caused.
Angel watched as her dark eyes widened in horror, and followed her gaze to Brogan’s body. Henry was kneeling over him, shaking his head and wiping away a tear.
“I told you not to use magic,” he whispered, looking toward the witch, accusation in his tone. “You have no control. Look at what you’ve done.”
“It wasn’t…I thought the spell was only to destroy those with no soul,” she whispered.
“Apparently you were wrong,” Henry said, a cruel edge to his voice.
“She saved us,” Angel insisted, wincing as he saw her head jerk, her eyes looking toward him. “Willow…”
“No,” she whispered, her voice harsh in her throat. Taking a step back, she held a hand up, silently begging him to stay away. “Stay back. I can’t…”
Spinning around, she ran. Bolting through the door, Angel saw her disappear around a corner, and quickly followed, stopping as he reached the intersecting hallway. Panic filled him as he realized that Willow was gone.