(Untitled)

[summers__buffy]

Continued from hereGripping my scythe I nodded in agreement to Wes. I stopped to really look at him and I saw hurt and loneliness in his eyes. A feeling I have well known for many years. Especially the loneliness. Never in my life have I been so alone when I became the slayer. But now that I'm not the only one it helps but since I'm here with alot

Comments

[_wes_pryce_]

Still thumbing my way through the book, I wondered if one couldn't just call up the damn chapter one needed instead of the whole scroll. This had been, if memory serves me, a very thick manuscript. Bugger all, we didn't have time for this, come on already. The days that I could take a few days to research something were long gone.

I frowned and looked up at her words. She sounded very bitter and worried. If I'd not known better I'd say she and Giles weren't as close as they once were. The last time I saw them it was impossible to even get a pin between them. Let alone an overly eager young watcher pratt, who was trying to hard to do a job that was already being done.

"I certainly don't blame you there," I murmured. I had my own dealings with The Council. Well, the old one, I was even on their black list. Possibly even their hit list for interfering in getting one of their Slayers back and attacking and OPS team. Not that I cared anymore. My love for the council left me the moment I realized they had used me. My father had willingly sacrificed me. Shoved into an unknown game like a disposable pawn.

Freezing, I stopped my thumbing and stared at the book. Then I blinked and moved back a few pages. I frowned, staring at the picture for a few second while I walked over to where Buffy sat. Holding the book out for her, a drawing of the - a? - knife and it's story easily readable. "Isn't this the knife?" I asked, giving her expectant look.

[summers__buffy]

I know me and Giles have always been close but ever since that one time we just seemed to move further and further away from eachother. He did a lot of things that really pissed me off. Especially when he teamed up with Wood to distract me and try to kill the only person who had faith in me and what I was doing.

Ever since that inicdent we haven't exactly been seeing eye to eye let alone chatting it up with eachother over some tea. It's partially both our faults on each end. I sighed while thinking things with Giles might never be the same. Even if we forgave eachother things would still be in the back of both our minds. Especially if he ever tried to double cross me again. That wouldn't be too great to do again.

I watched as Wes continued to go through the book. He sped up his pace. That was good cause already hearing more voices passing by the library. I was on the edge of my seat just waiting for someone to open the door and see us. Then I would have to make with the violence and fighting. Which right now I really don't have a problem with.

Looking back from the door then to Wes; I've always wondered what it would have been like if he was my watcher. What may or may not have happened. It was really odd to think about considering I've always loved Giles as a watcher and a father. He was the father I never had but I did think about Wes being my watcher and what it would have been like. Well if we didn't both kill eachother by the end of it.

And it looks like we have more in common and can relate to eachother better as of now. We've both been through alot and are going through this together. All this really does have the wierdest effect on people.

I smiled at his remark about the council. Yup not exactly my favorite people either. "To tell you the truth, I was kinda glad that there was no more council. It was a relief not having to worry about them and telling me what to do anymore. But if Giles wants to start it up again that's his choice. One I don't agree with, but it's not like I can really do much about it."

I saw Wes freeze and then walk over to me showing me the picture of the knife. My eyes widened as I quickly glanced over the passage about it. Oh this was not good. "Bingo thats it. And from the quick reading I did on the passage, it isn't the nicest regualr knife out there." I said as I looked at him kind of worried.

I tilted the book more towards me so I can see the writing a little better. "It seems to be called the draconia venemous." I continued to read. "It says that this knife is an ancient one that has been lost for many years. It was used by only one demon who wiped out nations with it but then he was killed and the knife was buried never to be seen again by anyone."

I looked up at Wesley. "Guess our friends here dug it up specially." I looked back down at the book. "Oh god. It says anyone that is human that is stabbed with the knife is instantly infected with the deadly poison that it harbours. The poison will slowly flow through the entire body causing damage to the person and between the poison and the constant bleeding of the wound where it's stabbed, will eventually lead to death."

I froze. Three strikes and you're out. I was going to die again and I didn't want to. I finally had gotten used to being here and now I am glad I'm alive. I wasn't about to die again and by this firm's hands. The book fell out of my hands letting Wes grab it into his hands. Tears formed in my eyes and I was hoping there was some kind of cure, if not well then I'll use my last breath to bring this place down. "I guess it's just my destiny to die and stay dead. Look enough with me we need to find out what else we came here for."

[_wes_pryce_]

Peering over the book as she read it, my eyes darted to the several pictures. It didn't sound very good. Then again, when did anything concerning the likes of us sound good? Which would be never. We did however constantly manage to beat the odds. So when she pulled away and sort of gave up, I frowned.

Ducking my head, I glanced into her face, or tried to. There were some tears flowing down which made me pause. Christ. She's crying. If there's anything I can't handle its crying girls. Which Cordelia knew and took advantage off.

"Oh but..." Making a face, I sighed and put the book down. There wasn't any way I was just going to walk out of her and let her give up. Just like that. The magic I had felt from the knife had been against me. Which meant it was afraid of my magic, meager as it was. It was still good magic. There had to be something we could do. Willow would know, or I'll just keep looking.

Running a hand through my hair, I sighed and perched on the edge of the table. "No, let's not do that," I said, frowning at her. She looked so damn lost I almost wanted to go over there and hug her. But... hugging and I didn’t usually go well. "I'm not about to give up and neither are you. We'll find a cure; we'll talk to Miss Rosenberg, or whatever it takes. I'm not going to let you die from this Buffy."

Giving her a very determined look, I raised an eyebrow and then reached out for the book. "We'll see if we can take this with us." And if that might set of the alarm? We might get some answer to our other questions fast enough.

[summers__buffy]

I could feel the tears fall down my face. I tried to keep them in but it was just too much. This, all of this had finally taken it's toll on the one person that I thought could take it. Me. Now I was weak and crying. This was no good. I can't just give up. Not in this time of need. Because if I did I would die again and knowing that would leave more grief than everybody needed right now.

But something isndie me felt like it was no use. That we couldn't stop this. I mean I have died twice. I'm not sure if I do die I will be brought back. I mean it already caused the whole first evil coming back. As much as I hated it a part of me felt like letting it happen so I could be at peace, but another part was telling me to hold on and keep fighting and to fight through the pain of everything going on.

I tried to look away when Wes tried to look at me. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and looked at him as he was tyring to reassure me. I nodded at him. Giving up wasn't the answer and if he wasn't going to, I sure wasn't going to. I looked him in the eyes. "Thanks." Was one word that pretty much sumed it all up.

I smiled a little at how he told me he wouldn't let me die agin. It made me feel a little better. I took a deep breath and looked at the floor then down at him. I stood up with my scythe in hand. Taking a deep breath I looked over at Wes. "We should probably get out of here while we can. We'll take the book with us and if we trip an alarm, I guess I'll get the fight I wanted." I said with a slight smile. "Let's motor."