Kragdon

Here it is chapter 24, Hope you guys enjoy.

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The scoobies had been researching all day and night, trying to find a solution only to be met with dead end after dead end and they were starting to get fed up. Even the information that they had gotten out of Quentin had helped them much. It all just ended in a missing passage or page being missing, even just stopping. They had no info at all and they were all running on empty at that moment the only good thing that had happened was that they had a starting place to look. Which thinking about it was pretty depressing; considering that they had only gotten through a quarter of the books that was still weighing the table down. They were just about to stop and take a doughnut break when the slayers came in somber looking or in Faiths case empty. Both Willow and Xander shivered at the look in her eyes remembering the last time that faith had dead eyes. Silently thinking ‘thank god I’m not in Glory.’

As both slayers entered the shop they were met with a deafening silence, it was like everyone was frozen in place until Giles spoke up.

“Faith, Buffy… how are you?” Giles asked embracing his slayer in a hug, sending a smile Faiths way to let her know that he truly cared.

Though she appreciated it she was really running on empty at the moment, so instead of acknowledging his heart felt concern she asked what she had been wanting to know as soon as she had found out about her sisters abduction and the death of her friends. “Where are the Daggers’?”

Everyone looked up when they heard what she had said. Most of the scoobies, including Buffy looked confused at her inquiry. Separating herself from Giles comforting hug she looked at the love of her life, a question on the tip of her tongue when the door jingled announcing the arrival of Morgan herself, a thin film of mist trailing behind her as if it we trying to latch onto her like a leech.

Turning to look at her as she stopped at the edge of the step that took a person deeper in to the store and towards the scooby table; in her hand a box that looked made out of Dragon skin or a least Anya thought it looked like dragon skin. The rest thought it was snake skin of some sort.

Looking at the curious faces that were before her she stayed still, observing each face individually trying to read them before focusing solely on her daughters face.

Mother and daughter remained in a staring contest neither flinching nor looking away. One pleading for forgiveness and compassion the other challenging, daring even for the other to look away and admit defeat.

Xander starting to feel the awkwardness and tension that was rising in the room did what he always did. Hoping to break the tension he called out “So daggers huh? What’s that all about?” This earned him a few raised eyebrows, glares, and a clearing of the throat from the watcher man himself.

“Yes, though I am reluctant to admit it, Xander does raise a good point…”

X: “I do?”

“Yes.” focusing a level two glare towards the boy before turning his attention to the two women who were still glaring at each other Giles continued, “what daggers are you talking about Faith?”

“The Weeping Sisters.” Spike answered appearing in the doorway directly behind everyone. A smile appearing on his face as he took in the mix emotions that were flaring as he entered the room, swaggering as he walked a little bit further confidently avoiding the streams of sunlight that were streaking across the room.

Rolling his eyes Giles regarded Spike with barley concealed contempt as he watched the vampire creep his way closer towards Morgan and the box that she was holding, until the words that were spoken truly registered into his mind. Eyes widening he took a step forward, looking between mother and daughter while keeping an eye on spike, Giles asked, “The Weeping Sisters?” receiving a slight nod from faith who had yet to move Giles blustered and started to clean his glasses in earnest while continuing, “But that is preposterous, they are a myth… there is simply no way that they exist… it cant… It just can’t.” Not getting a reaction at all from faith he turned pleading with his eyes for Morgan to tell him that he is right. That after years and years of searching from the council that the Weeping sisters, simply did not exist, that they were just a fable.

“Sorry I’m late, did I miss anything?” Ares asked appearing out of thin air to stand by his wife. In his hands he held a box much like his wife was holding only it differed in energy and color. Looking around at all of the stoic faces and the stand off that Morgan and Faith were having he could only guess that he had arrived just in time.

“I wouldn’t if I were you Vampire.” Ares stated after a moment to long of silence. Turning his head to look in the eyes of the bleach blond vampire that had his hand stretched out trying to grab the dark box without anyone noticing, his eyes flashing lightening as he stared the half breed down, challenging him to make a move.

Willow standing from her spot next to her girlfriend asked what was on everyone else’s minds that weren’t in the know how “Giles what’s going on?”

Turning her head to stare down the still defiant witch, the ground started to shake, Faiths body tensing as she started to yell. From the glares that her father and spike were sharing to Giles trying to explain everything to the scoobies, to just what had happened to make her come back here, she had had enough and was very close to snapping in a very bad way.

“ENOUGH! We don’t have time for this, we have less then forty-eight hours to come up with a plan to rescue Dawn and put this bitch who not only will killed her but has killed the two people who reminded me of the most important thing that I had in my life. Now, unless you hold in your hands the two weapons that have the power to destroy a god I suggest that everyone shut the hell up and get back to researching, because it will be a cold day in hell if I have to bury another person that I love.”

With that said, Faith walked over pick spike up by the back of his jacket and threw him across the room and into the glass counter not caring if he was alright or not; she moved to Ares and Morgan and took both boxes from them ignoring how one of them was burning her hand as if she had just stuck it into a vat of acid turning back to the groups seeing them starring at her with wide eyes and open mouths Faith walked over to the table ignoring the stares and gasps as the gang took in her completely black obsidian eyes. Slamming both containers on the table standing still waiting for some one to do something, she slammed her fist on the table shouting “Now!” a lightening bolt following after her outburst making everyone jump. The shaking of the ground slowing down to a stop as Faith felt her self being drained of power. Looking behind her she saw Morgan looking at her with sympathetic and saddened eyes, Feeling the mist surrounding her Faith was lulled into a hypnotic state as she peered over her mothers shoulder and looked into the emerald eyes that had captured her heart, though Faith couldn’t place her finger on it there was something different about the blond, something shiny.

Closing her eyes Morgan felt faith give, catching her in her arms Morgan turned to Ares silently asking him to take their daughter and to help. Faith maybe be controlled most of the time, but she still had no idea how powerful she truly was, she also needed to learn how to control her emotions better. Though when she was Clair she had worked with faith on controlling her emotions but it seemed as if this were too much for the brunette at the moment.

Silently striding over to where his daughter lie in his wife’s arms he picked her up and a in a burst of lightning disappeared to the bluffs, lying her on the ground her watched as the sunset and waited. It was time for the lessons to begin.

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Buffy was still in shock over what had just happened. Her mind was still trying to comprehend what had just happened. Turning to look at Morgan she saw the look that the woman was giving her and closed her mouth abruptly cutting off what she was about to say. She turned to Giles asking willow’s question again. “Giles, what are the Weeping Sisters?”

Walking over Giles placed a hand over the containers, not touching, but close enough to feel the power that was radiating off of them. He was still in amazement that they even existed.

“Giles?” buffy called again finally grabbing the attention of her watcher.

Jumping slightly Giles turned, taking himself away from the power and answered his questioning slayer and the questioning glances that his children were giving him. Looking over to where Faith had thrown Spike he noticed nothing but dust and despite himself, ‘no in spite’ of himself he was greatly relieved that they no longer had to deal with the annoying vampire ever again though he did grieve that he had to fix that counter again that was besides the point.

“G-man, You with us?” Xander asked in his usual way with amusement and concern in his voice.

“yes, I am quite alright Xander, and please never call me that again” Giles said, sending a glare at Xander who had the decency to look sheepish like always, “the Weeping Sister’s is or was I should say a myth. Forged in the fires of heaven and hell they are quite simply put twin daggers, the story goes that in the time when man needed a champion there was two, one who possessed the light and the other the dark. Chosen by there given master they each forged a dagger that held almost all the same properties as the other. Driving there very souls into the creation of the daggers they blessed the dagger that they had forged with their very blood making them strictly indestructible. Said to be created for one purpose they were hidden never to be found until the true chosen found them. For centuries the council has search for these twin creations but have failed to even come close, like all who have heard of the Weeping Sisters the council thought that they were a myth.”

“Then why search at all?” Tara asked from her seat at the table.

“In the beginning the council found two prophesies one of two slayers who would use the daggers against the council, and the other of a demon who would bring forth a creature with the ability to destroy life as we know it.” Looking at Buffy as he said this, he held regret in his eyes knowing that he could have stopped Faith from going evil in the first place and knowing why he didn’t.

B: “Wait but that means that the council knew all along that Faith would be called right?”

G: “they had suspicions but nothing that could be confirmed at that time.”

B: “you knew and you did nothing?” she asked looking for all that was inside of her betrayed.

“Buffy it wasn’t like that. You must understand that there were circumstances that were relevant to what happened that I alone had no control over.” Giles stated hoping that he appealed to the woman that was standing before him.

“No, no. you could have stopped all of this, any of this, but you chose not to. Why what did you have to gain. My god Giles you knew how I felt and still you did nothing.” Buffy cried out, no longer caring who was listening.

“It had to be done.” He stated simply staring straight into buffy’s eyes waiting for her out burst when a voice spoke out behind him.

“He is right Buffy. The prophesy had to come true, if not the demon that the second prophesy talked about would have been you.”

“What?” Buffy asked totally confused.

“The council was correct in its assumption that the postcard of the daggers was the slayer, after all it was a slayer who forged the first dagger in the first place.”

“What are you talking about?” this time it was Giles to be curious.

“You don’t honestly believe that Christ was really a man do you?” Morgan asked.

G: “Of course he was what on earth are you saying.”

M: “Christina Marcos was the third slayer to be called, in her reign she lived to be almost forty, during such time she and her watcher Judas forged the two daggers, He if you will recall you studies Mister Giles was a founding father of the watchers council. When the trials' of the roman’s started Judas was turned and Christina was put to death on the cross, the same symbol that you use to help you in the fight against vampires. That day was also the day that the daggers got their infamous name for when they put her on the cross Judas’ dagger turned black while hers remained red. When she dropped the dagger a single tear fell from her eye, touching not only hers but his dagger as well turning both blades a brilliant white. Hence The Weeping Sisters were born. As for you Buffy, if faith had never crossed the line fulfilling the prophesy of two slayers on light and dark then you would have not only strayed but become the worst being ever to walk the earth. I believe faith explained it to you best once, all slayers have a bit of demon within them, its what they do with the darkness within that makes or breaks them.”

“How do you know all of this?” Giles asked her.

“I have been alive for a long time now Mister Giles there is a lot that I know that you and your council don’t.” Morgan stated simply with no sympathy in her voice.

“What are you saying that I needed Faith to be evil?” Buffy asked now staring at her shoes as if they were the most interesting things in the world at the moment.

“No buffy, I’m not saying that you needed Faith to be evil, I’m saying that Faith needed herself to be evil to save you or she wouldn’t be here now. She would be six feet under, never getting the chance to fulfill her destiny.” Morgan said walking over to buffy lifting the blonds head so that she could stare into Buffy’s eyes to make the blond understand. When she saw what she needed she turned to the rest, moving silently from her place she moved over to the box and opened the red one and pulling Christina’s Dagger out she tossed it to buffy.

Catching it in mid air Buffy felt power coursing through her. Working purely on reflex she felt her arm shoot out feeling heat and pain course down her arm and into the dagger she watched fascinated as it turned into a short sword.

“How does it feel Buffy?” Morgan asked ignoring those around her who were watching fascinated at what had just happened.

Looking up buffy answered “Right, like its mine. Only mine, like its apart of me an extension.” Her voice filled with awe.

“Good.” Morgan stated, “Let the lessons Begin.”

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TBC…

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