Wesley stood outside the circle on the land of the Abbey, the book in his hands, watching his daughter and Illyria face each other. He knew that they had to do this - he just prayed that it worked and they hadn't been led here just to find that it was all for nothing. He wanted to hold Fred again so badly. He wanted his daughter to have her mother back.
Within moments, Regan sliced the scythe through Illyria, and Wesley saw glittering dust moving through the air into the box the keeper held. He looked down at the book, his eyes on the spell. As he started to open his mouth to say something, though, everything went dark, obscuring the words, and he heard Regan yelling out for her mother. His eyes ticked up - her body was in the middle of the circle. How much time did they have?
Then he heard it. That voice. That voice he had feared growing up. Wesley turned in time to see Regan throw his father back against the car and stepped forward only to have Rupert put his hand on his arm.
"Spike's right - you don't have much time, Wes," his friend said as he switched on an electric torch so he could read.
Nodding, Wes looked over at Regan, then at the empty body of his wife before holding the book up to recite the words. "Voi che ha preso l'anima che appartiene a questo corpo per proteggerla, li ringraziamo."
"If you know what's good for you, mates, you'll take Grandpa here and go the fuck away," Spike was saying behind him.
"L'infezione del demon è stata rimossa dalla destra del bambino ed il corpo attende il ritorno dell'anima."
"You can't bring her back!" an unfamiliar voice insisted. "You'll mess everything up!"
"Liberi l'anima del nostro caro e lascila rinviare al relativo posto legittimo."
"Hey, back off, Bucko!" Faith yelled, and suddenly, there was a scuffle, followed by a scream and a thud. Wesley started to turn, but Rupert shook his head.
"Wesley, the spell!" he hissed.
Elemosiniamo di voi con questa richiesta e sacrifichiamo. Restituisca l'anima. Restituisca la vita. Rinvii!"
A bright light engulfed the circle, causing everything around them to almost turn to daylight. When the light died away, leaving Fred's body on the ground, Rupert took the book from him and he took Regan's hand and moved forward. The circle was gone, so they were able to enter it, and he dropped down to the ground, hesitately reaching out.
"Fred?" he asked softly. "Please be back, my love. Please."
Regan could hear her father behind her, chanting the spell. She watched as her grandfather stood, and stepped toward him. “You should leave,” she said as she blocked him from getting any closer to her dad. “You should take everyone and leave.”
“You’re just like your father,” Roger hissed.
“I’m not. My dad’s a genius and I have a lot to learn before I could ever be as smart as him,” she said as she held her grandfather in place.
Soon, Faith was fighting with one of the Council members. Before anyone could stop it, the man fell back and hit his head against a rock. Roger turned to help his friend, only to stare up at Faith. “He’s dead,” he said.
Regan stood there for a moment and watched as the Council left. She looked over her shoulder and saw her dad kneeling beside her mom. With the scythe still in her hand, Regan ran over to them and knelt down. “Mom?” she whispered.
Within moments, Regan sliced the scythe through Illyria, and Wesley saw glittering dust moving through the air into the box the keeper held. He looked down at the book, his eyes on the spell. As he started to open his mouth to say something, though, everything went dark, obscuring the words, and he heard Regan yelling out for her mother. His eyes ticked up - her body was in the middle of the circle. How much time did they have?
Then he heard it. That voice. That voice he had feared growing up. Wesley turned in time to see Regan throw his father back against the car and stepped forward only to have Rupert put his hand on his arm.
"Spike's right - you don't have much time, Wes," his friend said as he switched on an electric torch so he could read.
Nodding, Wes looked over at Regan, then at the empty body of his wife before holding the book up to recite the words. "Voi che ha preso l'anima che appartiene a questo corpo per proteggerla, li ringraziamo."
"If you know what's good for you, mates, you'll take Grandpa here and go the fuck away," Spike was saying behind him.
"L'infezione del demon è stata rimossa dalla destra del bambino ed il corpo attende il ritorno dell'anima."
"You can't bring her back!" an unfamiliar voice insisted. "You'll mess everything up!"
"Liberi l'anima del nostro caro e lascila rinviare al relativo posto legittimo."
"Hey, back off, Bucko!" Faith yelled, and suddenly, there was a scuffle, followed by a scream and a thud. Wesley started to turn, but Rupert shook his head.
"Wesley, the spell!" he hissed.
Elemosiniamo di voi con questa richiesta e sacrifichiamo. Restituisca l'anima. Restituisca la vita. Rinvii!"
A bright light engulfed the circle, causing everything around them to almost turn to daylight. When the light died away, leaving Fred's body on the ground, Rupert took the book from him and he took Regan's hand and moved forward. The circle was gone, so they were able to enter it, and he dropped down to the ground, hesitately reaching out.
"Fred?" he asked softly. "Please be back, my love. Please."
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“You’re just like your father,” Roger hissed.
“I’m not. My dad’s a genius and I have a lot to learn before I could ever be as smart as him,” she said as she held her grandfather in place.
Soon, Faith was fighting with one of the Council members. Before anyone could stop it, the man fell back and hit his head against a rock. Roger turned to help his friend, only to stare up at Faith. “He’s dead,” he said.
Regan stood there for a moment and watched as the Council left. She looked over her shoulder and saw her dad kneeling beside her mom. With the scythe still in her hand, Regan ran over to them and knelt down. “Mom?” she whispered.
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