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Looking for Help

Jul 10, 2004 16:15

The car limped into the Sunnydale High parking lot on the few dollars' worth of fuel we were able to get into it. I guided it into a space as close to the library as I could manage. As it sputtered and went silent, I patted the dashboard, as if to thank it ( Read more... )

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not_the_shell July 10 2004, 17:46:45 UTC

This was intolerable.

First, this Slayer thinks of me as some sort of "thing", and then I must be carried into this...place.

My feet touched the floor of this room and I knew. The power, the energy.

"The Hellmouth...right here...beneath me."

I tried to draw it's power out, but failed. How could I possibly fail? I was the one that nightmares feared in days long past!

Craning my neck, I looked about. The place reminded me of Wesley's abode back in our previous timestream.

"Wesley, you must save The Shell from dying, or you shall lose the one called Fred and all of her memories."

I still could feel Fred's touch in my mind, lightly there, caressing. If I was gone, then what I spoke was truth. Not a threat, although I am sure he saw it as one.

I moved to regard the dark-haird one. "Why do you not embrace your darkness, Slayer? I know what happens to you later. I have the memories of everytime you tortured The Shell's friends."

_xfaithx_ July 10 2004, 18:12:21 UTC

I tried to ignore whatever Illyria was sayin' as we were walkin' up toward the High School. Luckily not many people were 'round or else we'd be gettin' a lot of strange looks. Heh, this place brings back a bit of wicked memories before I dropped out.. all the memories of why I don't miss it.

"Why do you not embrace your darkness, Slayer? I know what happens to you later. I have the memories of everytime you tortured The Shell's friends."

Tried being the keyword. I looked over at the blue haired gal and then at Wes before finally speakin' out. All right.. I didn't understand a word of that but it didn't sound like a walk in a field of daisies. "What the hell are you talkin' about?" I asked with a smirk. Meanwhile I was tryin' to push my attention elsewhere -- like where to settle this crazy bitch down in this junkyard of a library.

dark_wesley July 11 2004, 12:51:31 UTC

"Why do you not embrace your darkness, Slayer? I know what happens to you later. I have the memories of everytime you tortured The Shell's friends."

Damn you, Illyria.

We found a place to deposit her, a chair that was as comfortable as a wooden chair could be. I sighed as we let her down. Was the place deserted? When I was in Sunnydale, it seemed there was always someone in here, especially Giles.

"What the hell are you talkin' about?"

"Ignore her," I said, and I heard the tinge of anger in my own voice.

"Illyria is capable of moving through time at will. Or at least, she used to be. Through time and, uh, alternate dimensions. You can't take anything she says about the future as accurate."

I prayed she believed me.

not_the_shell July 11 2004, 20:51:03 UTC

"Ignore her."
"You can't take anything she says about the future as accurate."

I frowned as I was shoved unceremoniously into a seat that was highly uncomfortable. I also frowned because Wesley was treating the Slayer better than me, and I was a God-King!

"You shall know true pain later, Wesley, after you stop calling me a smurf."

And the Slayer was ignoring her true calling! She would be a powerful force of darkness one day.

I narrowed my eyes in what I believed the mortals would term a show of anger. "She is fated, Wesley. You cannot undo what has already occurred."

willow_rsenburg July 12 2004, 17:21:25 UTC

"Hello? Giles isn't in, and I'm kinda minding the library. Can I help you?" Okay, so the woman had blue hair....But still, it's the late 20th century. It's the blue face I was a ittle iffy on. But wasn't going to say anything.

dark_wesley July 12 2004, 19:33:43 UTC

"Hello? Giles isn't in, and I'm kinda minding the library. Can I help you?"

Again, it took me several seconds to reconcile the shyer, somehow smaller young woman before me with the powerful, confident witch who'd restored Angel's soul last year. Or won't it be for several years? One of the many reasons I dislike the idea of time travel.

"Ah, yes, W-- um, young lady," I said, just managing to remember that I shouldn't know who she was. "My name is Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, and I'm from the Watchers' Council. When will Mr. Giles be back? I'm afraid we're in a bit of a bind at the moment."

willow_rsenburg July 12 2004, 20:22:18 UTC

Oh, they were from the council. I could tell them, I guessed.

"Mr.Giles is at the hospital. I don't know how long he'll be there, but you can try there. I'm sure he'll be...um...happy to see you Mr. Wyndham-Pryce. Or you could wait here. I'm going to close the library soon, and then go home. You could follow me, and wait for him there." I looked at the shyly.

"I stay with him."

not_the_shell July 13 2004, 15:40:45 UTC

"Willow."

Interesting. I could recall certain names of people that The Shell had known...like the Slayer. She was called 'Faith'.

"Why do you name yourselves so strangely, after trees and emotions?"

I was slowly growing stronger, I felt it. Perhaps I had not been mistaken before. Perhaps the Hellmouth fed me the energy I required.

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