A Place In Heaven - Part Eleven
Title: A Place in Heaven (Part Eleven)
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Wesley/Faith
Prompt: 32: Far Away (for ships50 - view table)
Word Count: 992
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Through Time Bomb
Summary: Faith must help Wesley send Illyria back to the deeper well before she destroys the world.
A/N: This story was inspired by this beautiful banner by
marvelgirl_art .
Previous entries are HERE
As Wesley began to chant the words to the spell, Faith could feel the energy changing in the room. It was like a pull. Everything was being sucked in the direction of Illyria. The walls shook, and the examination tables began to move toward blue goddess, glass beakers falling to the floor and breaking to a thousand pieces. Faith grabbed onto Wesley’s arm to ground herself.
“This world is a bitter disappointment,” Illyria lamented, her skin cracking even more. Faith winced, thinking of the horrible pain that the poor creature was enduring. Whatever she’d done, no one deserved this. Wesley paused, looking up from the book he held.
“You can’t save her,” Faith shouted, snapping him back to attention as a whirlwind seemed to appear in front of them, filled with bending light. Their portal.
Wesley continued to chant as Illyria continued to break down. The portal grew wider.
“Hold on tight,” Wesley said, dropping the book to the ground. There was no time to ask him how the hell they were supposed to get back without it. Instead Faith wrapped her arms around his waist and closed her eyes.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she murmured against his chest, her hands reaching up to clutch the back of his shoulders.
“We’ll make it through this,” he whispered back as he wrapped his arms around her small form. “I just need you to hold on. Don’t let go.”
“Not a problem,” Faith assured him.
“One…two,” Wesley began to lead them both forward. “Three!”
They jumped into the portal together.
***
It was a terrible feeling, as though her insides were being ripped apart. Everything seemed to be against her, trying to pry her grip from Wesley. She knew that if it weren’t for her slayer strength - even diminished as it was from Illyria - she would never have been able to keep a hold of him. A loud noise, like a scream, filled her ears, and she wondered if it was coming from her, or if it was coming from the portal itself.
Then she must have passed out, because she began to dream.
Except the dreams were a little too lucid to be dreams.
She saw Wesley tied to a chair, with her on top of him, holding a knife, grinning as she ran it down the side of his cheek.
No…no, make it stop.
Blood, agony, fire, smoke.
The smoke clouded her vision, for which she was thankful; but when it began to dissipate, the scene had changed.
Now there were two naked bodies writhing together in ecstasy, the woman’s hands cuffed to the bed post as the man drove deeper and deeper inside her. As the smoke of her vision cleared, Faith gasped.
The woman’s face belonged to her, and the man…Wesley?
The man with Wesley’s face moaned as he reached his release, but the moan changed to a sound of pain, and suddenly Faith saw him on the floor of a familiar room, clutching his side in horror as blood spilled out from a knife wound.
A creature came into view - a horrible smile on his red face.
Cyvus Vail.
“No!” She tried to scream. She tried to run to Wesley, but her feet wouldn’t move. She felt herself being pulled away by some unseen force.
She felt herself falling.
And then she crashed to the ground, her nails digging into Wesley’s shoulders.
***
Nausea swept through her as she opened her eyes. She scrambled off of Wesley quickly and began to retch on the cold gray ooze that layered the floor.
A hand came and pulled her hair to the side gently as she finished vomiting. The hand was warm and comforting as it stroked her hair and her back. She turned her head around to gaze at its owner, still panting, and was met with worried blue eyes.
“You alright?” Wesley asked.
“Yeah,” she ran the back of her hand across her mouth, feeling gross, and a little embarrassed. “I guess so.”
“I should have warned you. Travelling through a portal can be rather hard on the stomach,” he smiled, reaching out to tuck a wayward strand of brunette hair behind her ear.
A secret thrill ran down her spine as she smiled weakly back. “Guess you had other things on your mind…like, oh, saving the world?”
“There’s that. You should feel better soon; now that you’re away from Illyria you should be regaining your strength.” He helped her up.
“Jesus, Wes, that was fucked up. Thought I was gonna be ripped apar-”
Faith stopped speaking as she took in their surroundings for the first time.
The sky was a grayish purple, with mists floating about the tops of mountains in the distance…at least she thought they were mountains. They looked almost like stone. In the distance there were pillars, indicating a city of some sort. But the architecture looked so strange.
The ground was covered in ooze. Faith put a hand over her nose to cover the smell, and lifted up her shoe, examining the sludge.
“What’s this stinky slime stuff?”
Wesley bent down and took a bit of the ooze between his fingers.
“I believe it’s us.”
At Faith’s confused expression he clarified himself: “Rather, the beginnings of us. Primordial ooze.”
“Great,” Faith sighed. “So where do we find this rock or crystal or whatever?”
“It’s supposed to be kept in the temple of Vahla ha'nesh,” Wesley squinted, looking out into the distance. “I believe those stone pillars over there.” He pointed toward the pillars that Faith had already noticed on the horizon. “We have to be careful, though. Illyria will be guarding it, as well as her army. In her original form, she is truly a force to be reckoned with.”
Faith’s eyes widened.
“Uh…Wes?”
“Yes?”
“Army?” Faith pointed ahead.
Wesley turned around in time to see the demons advancing upon them in droves, coming up the hillside.
“Dear God.”
TBC
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Wesley/Faith
Prompt: 32: Far Away (for ships50 - view table)
Word Count: 992
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Through Time Bomb
Summary: Faith must help Wesley send Illyria back to the deeper well before she destroys the world.
A/N: This story was inspired by this beautiful banner by
marvelgirl_art .
Previous entries are HERE
As Wesley began to chant the words to the spell, Faith could feel the energy changing in the room. It was like a pull. Everything was being sucked in the direction of Illyria. The walls shook, and the examination tables began to move toward blue goddess, glass beakers falling to the floor and breaking to a thousand pieces. Faith grabbed onto Wesley’s arm to ground herself.
“This world is a bitter disappointment,” Illyria lamented, her skin cracking even more. Faith winced, thinking of the horrible pain that the poor creature was enduring. Whatever she’d done, no one deserved this. Wesley paused, looking up from the book he held.
“You can’t save her,” Faith shouted, snapping him back to attention as a whirlwind seemed to appear in front of them, filled with bending light. Their portal.
Wesley continued to chant as Illyria continued to break down. The portal grew wider.
“Hold on tight,” Wesley said, dropping the book to the ground. There was no time to ask him how the hell they were supposed to get back without it. Instead Faith wrapped her arms around his waist and closed her eyes.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she murmured against his chest, her hands reaching up to clutch the back of his shoulders.
“We’ll make it through this,” he whispered back as he wrapped his arms around her small form. “I just need you to hold on. Don’t let go.”
“Not a problem,” Faith assured him.
“One…two,” Wesley began to lead them both forward. “Three!”
They jumped into the portal together.
***
It was a terrible feeling, as though her insides were being ripped apart. Everything seemed to be against her, trying to pry her grip from Wesley. She knew that if it weren’t for her slayer strength - even diminished as it was from Illyria - she would never have been able to keep a hold of him. A loud noise, like a scream, filled her ears, and she wondered if it was coming from her, or if it was coming from the portal itself.
Then she must have passed out, because she began to dream.
Except the dreams were a little too lucid to be dreams.
She saw Wesley tied to a chair, with her on top of him, holding a knife, grinning as she ran it down the side of his cheek.
No…no, make it stop.
Blood, agony, fire, smoke.
The smoke clouded her vision, for which she was thankful; but when it began to dissipate, the scene had changed.
Now there were two naked bodies writhing together in ecstasy, the woman’s hands cuffed to the bed post as the man drove deeper and deeper inside her. As the smoke of her vision cleared, Faith gasped.
The woman’s face belonged to her, and the man…Wesley?
The man with Wesley’s face moaned as he reached his release, but the moan changed to a sound of pain, and suddenly Faith saw him on the floor of a familiar room, clutching his side in horror as blood spilled out from a knife wound.
A creature came into view - a horrible smile on his red face.
Cyvus Vail.
“No!” She tried to scream. She tried to run to Wesley, but her feet wouldn’t move. She felt herself being pulled away by some unseen force.
She felt herself falling.
And then she crashed to the ground, her nails digging into Wesley’s shoulders.
***
Nausea swept through her as she opened her eyes. She scrambled off of Wesley quickly and began to retch on the cold gray ooze that layered the floor.
A hand came and pulled her hair to the side gently as she finished vomiting. The hand was warm and comforting as it stroked her hair and her back. She turned her head around to gaze at its owner, still panting, and was met with worried blue eyes.
“You alright?” Wesley asked.
“Yeah,” she ran the back of her hand across her mouth, feeling gross, and a little embarrassed. “I guess so.”
“I should have warned you. Travelling through a portal can be rather hard on the stomach,” he smiled, reaching out to tuck a wayward strand of brunette hair behind her ear.
A secret thrill ran down her spine as she smiled weakly back. “Guess you had other things on your mind…like, oh, saving the world?”
“There’s that. You should feel better soon; now that you’re away from Illyria you should be regaining your strength.” He helped her up.
“Jesus, Wes, that was fucked up. Thought I was gonna be ripped apar-”
Faith stopped speaking as she took in their surroundings for the first time.
The sky was a grayish purple, with mists floating about the tops of mountains in the distance…at least she thought they were mountains. They looked almost like stone. In the distance there were pillars, indicating a city of some sort. But the architecture looked so strange.
The ground was covered in ooze. Faith put a hand over her nose to cover the smell, and lifted up her shoe, examining the sludge.
“What’s this stinky slime stuff?”
Wesley bent down and took a bit of the ooze between his fingers.
“I believe it’s us.”
At Faith’s confused expression he clarified himself: “Rather, the beginnings of us. Primordial ooze.”
“Great,” Faith sighed. “So where do we find this rock or crystal or whatever?”
“It’s supposed to be kept in the temple of Vahla ha'nesh,” Wesley squinted, looking out into the distance. “I believe those stone pillars over there.” He pointed toward the pillars that Faith had already noticed on the horizon. “We have to be careful, though. Illyria will be guarding it, as well as her army. In her original form, she is truly a force to be reckoned with.”
Faith’s eyes widened.
“Uh…Wes?”
“Yes?”
“Army?” Faith pointed ahead.
Wesley turned around in time to see the demons advancing upon them in droves, coming up the hillside.
“Dear God.”
TBC