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Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Seven Years Later
Kensington, England
“Billy, I will not tell you again now get down from there!”
The seven year old sighed in exasperation but dutifully climbed down from the tree, sticking out his tongue at his twin sister who followed him down, “How come you don’t get yelled at, Joy?”
Shrugging, flicking her golden ponytail out of the way and leaping to the ground, “Talent, I suppose.”
“Joycie I saw you and don’t you think I bloody well didn’t.”
Joyce rolled her eyes with a sigh and helped her brother down the rest of the way. She was taller than him but only by a little and she was every bit the tom girl. Her brother was the book worm, smart and responsible so it was a great challenge to get him to play with her. He would much prefer to spend the day writing instead of playing in their backyard, “In. Both of you. Right now.”
The twins sighed at one another, “Bloody hell.”
They both trudged inside, stopping to stomp on the mat before their mum could yell at them for that too. She was in a real tizzy today but she always got that way this time of year. Every year. Dawn came into the hall from the kitchen, rolling her eyes at her niece and nephew. She felt her breath catch every time she looked at Billy. He looked so much like Spike it broke her heart every time. And Joyce was turning into every bit her namesake but with Spike’s beautiful blue eyes, “You two go wash up. Oh, I left something for you in your room now scoot.”
The two grinned and raced up the stairs, stopping to wash up in the loo before racing one another for their bedroom door. Billy won by just a hair and skidded to a stop. On his bed lay a small present, tied up with a ribbon and he plopped down on his bunk to examine it. Joyce sprung for the top bunk, managing to make the landing to discover her own present also tied in an identical ribbon.
In perfect sync they each tore the ribbon off excitedly and traced the outline of the figure with their index finger. Billy looked up slowly, swallowing hard to see Dawn leaning in the doorway, “Is...is that-...”
He couldn’t get the word out. He never had. Joyce looked up with tears in her eyes, easily able to ask what her brother couldn’t, “Da?”
Dawn slowly nodded with a trembling smile, “It’s not a fake or anything? Not someone that looks like him but really him?”
Dawn shook her head at Billy, “No Bitty-bad it’s not. It’s really him. Your mom’s friend, Willow, she made it for Buffy a long time ago with her magic.”
Silent tears trailed down Joyce’s cheeks, “So how come we’ve never seen it?”
Coming into the room and sitting on the carpet, the two youngsters swarming around her and holding their precious gifts protectively, “Because it makes Buffy so sad to see him.”
Billy frowned, “Why? Cause he died?”
Nodding sadly, “That’s exactly why Billy. And your mom loved him so much she can barely stand it sometimes.”
“He died today, didn’t he?”
“He did.”
Joyce closed her eyes and leaned back against Dawn, staring at the photo and memorizing every detail, “Tell us the story again. The one about the brave Slayers and the white knight that slayed the dragons.”
Joyce rolled her eyes at her brother, “You are so predictable, Billy. I wanna hear about the slayer that fell in love with a dragon.”
Billy stuck out his tongue, “That’s cause that story’s all gushy and crappy.”
“Is not...”
“Is so...”
Dawn looked up silently, even as the twins continued to bicker to see Buffy standing in the doorway, a single tear gliding down her cheek as she held her own photo clutched tightly to her chest. She trembled as she silently mouthed thank you, before walking to her own bedroom and quietly closing the door.
***
London, England
Willow locked up her office, walking quietly down the stairs to the lobby and plopping down in one of
the overstuffed chairs. She could still hear them from the library but she just settled for silently rolling her eyes. Glamour life this was not but she’d started realizing a lot of this job was about politics and lying. She was no longer a witch or a trusted Scooby...she was a paper pusher, for a bureaucracy of paper pushers and she was sick and tired of pushing.
Speaking of pushing, her thoughts to a sharp turn to her former lover, Kennedy. The girl was the exact opposite of Tara and it had ultimately been what had pushed them apart. Kennedy was possessive and controlling and manipulative and after a point it was more than Willow could bare. In the end they’d had a huge fight, Kennedy slapping her, just before the slayer had been thrown out the front door. Literally. A silent force had hurled her, breaking her arm in the process. The slayer brat had retreated with tail tucked firmly between her legs and Willow had opened herself up to no one since.
She heard Angel’s fake laughing and blew hair out of her face in exasperation. She was sick of that, too. She could remember the exact day in fact, as it was one week after her little one on one with the Powers that Be. In breezes Angel into slayer central, with a full human heart beat and telling all who will listen of how he saved the day and defeated the demon hordes of Los Angeles from running over the earth. Yea, and she could use the other leg pulled as well. Her one satisfaction was that human or not, Buffy had no interest in him and had quickly made herself scarce.
But she’d never breathed a word to anyone about Angel’s deceit. On the one hand, there was no one around to actually believe her. And on the other, what good would the truth do now anyway? Giles seemed to have decided he no longer needed her, what with the surplus of watchers and slayers...Buffy and Dawn had disappeared with the twins and hadn’t checked in for years...Xander had dropped off the face of the earth quite suddenly and Andrew was not worth mentioning. All that was left was little clueless Willow with half a degree and an unimpressive resume. She could always go back to school but that required time and money and around here she had become a secretary. Angel’s secretary as a matter of fact.
“Ah, Willow, always dedicated to your work, I see.”
Willow hid her glare for the condescending tone and looked up blandly at her boss, “Did you need anything else tonight?”
Giles patted Angel’s shoulder, “I shall have the car pulled around.”
Angel nodded a little, waiting until Giles was outside assigning someone to drive, “We’re actually going
to a society function tonight, I left notes that need to be replicated in triplicate for the conference tomorrow. You don’t mind, do you?”
Pasting on a dim-witted smile, “No problem, Angel.” He nodded silently to her without really paying attention and left after Giles. It was rather amusing to her in a perverse way that after seven years, everyone seemed to have forgotten that she was intelligent. Or that she even had powers. Willow sighed and climbed to her feet, sticking out her tongue as she walked into the library, “Clueless. Absolutely clueless.” Rolling her eyes, she noted there were several piles of papers, any one of which could be these mysterious notes Angel was talking about.
Snorting, she pointed a finger, “Find.” Papers immediately flew, separating from the others to rest in a small pile right in front of her. She smirked to herself and picked up her stack, fully prepared to leave though she paused more thoughtfully at the writing on the blackboard. What caught her eyes wasn’t what it said, but what it didn’t. No names or dates but eerily familiar. Looked like a prophecy to her.
She sat down on the table, stack of papers in her lap and looking it over:
The circle is broken
The family is torn asunder
Pieces scatter to the wind
The Chosen One without hope
The mate without other
The new moon shall find them
Bind them
Consume them
The Champion, his mate, his kin
A new day shall emerge
He shall walk between worlds, with two as one
Willow blinked slowly as she puzzled this out, coming up with not a whole lot. Except the word Champion rang through her true. The Powers had said that Spike was the Champion, chosen by the Chosen One. This was about Spike. It had to be. And if anything involved Spike had to do with mates, then it had to be Buffy. But after that she was pretty much lost. She glanced at her watch and ‘eep’ed to herself. She’d have to hurry or she would miss the bus back to her own flat.
Seven Years Later
Kensington, England
“Billy, I will not tell you again now get down from there!”
The seven year old sighed in exasperation but dutifully climbed down from the tree, sticking out his tongue at his twin sister who followed him down, “How come you don’t get yelled at, Joy?”
Shrugging, flicking her golden ponytail out of the way and leaping to the ground, “Talent, I suppose.”
“Joycie I saw you and don’t you think I bloody well didn’t.”
Joyce rolled her eyes with a sigh and helped her brother down the rest of the way. She was taller than him but only by a little and she was every bit the tom girl. Her brother was the book worm, smart and responsible so it was a great challenge to get him to play with her. He would much prefer to spend the day writing instead of playing in their backyard, “In. Both of you. Right now.”
The twins sighed at one another, “Bloody hell.”
They both trudged inside, stopping to stomp on the mat before their mum could yell at them for that too. She was in a real tizzy today but she always got that way this time of year. Every year. Dawn came into the hall from the kitchen, rolling her eyes at her niece and nephew. She felt her breath catch every time she looked at Billy. He looked so much like Spike it broke her heart every time. And Joyce was turning into every bit her namesake but with Spike’s beautiful blue eyes, “You two go wash up. Oh, I left something for you in your room now scoot.”
The two grinned and raced up the stairs, stopping to wash up in the loo before racing one another for their bedroom door. Billy won by just a hair and skidded to a stop. On his bed lay a small present, tied up with a ribbon and he plopped down on his bunk to examine it. Joyce sprung for the top bunk, managing to make the landing to discover her own present also tied in an identical ribbon.
In perfect sync they each tore the ribbon off excitedly and traced the outline of the figure with their index finger. Billy looked up slowly, swallowing hard to see Dawn leaning in the doorway, “Is...is that-...”
He couldn’t get the word out. He never had. Joyce looked up with tears in her eyes, easily able to ask what her brother couldn’t, “Da?”
Dawn slowly nodded with a trembling smile, “It’s not a fake or anything? Not someone that looks like him but really him?”
Dawn shook her head at Billy, “No Bitty-bad it’s not. It’s really him. Your mom’s friend, Willow, she made it for Buffy a long time ago with her magic.”
Silent tears trailed down Joyce’s cheeks, “So how come we’ve never seen it?”
Coming into the room and sitting on the carpet, the two youngsters swarming around her and holding their precious gifts protectively, “Because it makes Buffy so sad to see him.”
Billy frowned, “Why? Cause he died?”
Nodding sadly, “That’s exactly why Billy. And your mom loved him so much she can barely stand it sometimes.”
“He died today, didn’t he?”
“He did.”
Joyce closed her eyes and leaned back against Dawn, staring at the photo and memorizing every detail, “Tell us the story again. The one about the brave Slayers and the white knight that slayed the dragons.”
Joyce rolled her eyes at her brother, “You are so predictable, Billy. I wanna hear about the slayer that fell in love with a dragon.”
Billy stuck out his tongue, “That’s cause that story’s all gushy and crappy.”
“Is not...”
“Is so...”
Dawn looked up silently, even as the twins continued to bicker to see Buffy standing in the doorway, a single tear gliding down her cheek as she held her own photo clutched tightly to her chest. She trembled as she silently mouthed thank you, before walking to her own bedroom and quietly closing the door.
***
London, England
Willow locked up her office, walking quietly down the stairs to the lobby and plopping down in one of
the overstuffed chairs. She could still hear them from the library but she just settled for silently rolling her eyes. Glamour life this was not but she’d started realizing a lot of this job was about politics and lying. She was no longer a witch or a trusted Scooby...she was a paper pusher, for a bureaucracy of paper pushers and she was sick and tired of pushing.
Speaking of pushing, her thoughts to a sharp turn to her former lover, Kennedy. The girl was the exact opposite of Tara and it had ultimately been what had pushed them apart. Kennedy was possessive and controlling and manipulative and after a point it was more than Willow could bare. In the end they’d had a huge fight, Kennedy slapping her, just before the slayer had been thrown out the front door. Literally. A silent force had hurled her, breaking her arm in the process. The slayer brat had retreated with tail tucked firmly between her legs and Willow had opened herself up to no one since.
She heard Angel’s fake laughing and blew hair out of her face in exasperation. She was sick of that, too. She could remember the exact day in fact, as it was one week after her little one on one with the Powers that Be. In breezes Angel into slayer central, with a full human heart beat and telling all who will listen of how he saved the day and defeated the demon hordes of Los Angeles from running over the earth. Yea, and she could use the other leg pulled as well. Her one satisfaction was that human or not, Buffy had no interest in him and had quickly made herself scarce.
But she’d never breathed a word to anyone about Angel’s deceit. On the one hand, there was no one around to actually believe her. And on the other, what good would the truth do now anyway? Giles seemed to have decided he no longer needed her, what with the surplus of watchers and slayers...Buffy and Dawn had disappeared with the twins and hadn’t checked in for years...Xander had dropped off the face of the earth quite suddenly and Andrew was not worth mentioning. All that was left was little clueless Willow with half a degree and an unimpressive resume. She could always go back to school but that required time and money and around here she had become a secretary. Angel’s secretary as a matter of fact.
“Ah, Willow, always dedicated to your work, I see.”
Willow hid her glare for the condescending tone and looked up blandly at her boss, “Did you need anything else tonight?”
Giles patted Angel’s shoulder, “I shall have the car pulled around.”
Angel nodded a little, waiting until Giles was outside assigning someone to drive, “We’re actually going
to a society function tonight, I left notes that need to be replicated in triplicate for the conference tomorrow. You don’t mind, do you?”
Pasting on a dim-witted smile, “No problem, Angel.” He nodded silently to her without really paying attention and left after Giles. It was rather amusing to her in a perverse way that after seven years, everyone seemed to have forgotten that she was intelligent. Or that she even had powers. Willow sighed and climbed to her feet, sticking out her tongue as she walked into the library, “Clueless. Absolutely clueless.” Rolling her eyes, she noted there were several piles of papers, any one of which could be these mysterious notes Angel was talking about.
Snorting, she pointed a finger, “Find.” Papers immediately flew, separating from the others to rest in a small pile right in front of her. She smirked to herself and picked up her stack, fully prepared to leave though she paused more thoughtfully at the writing on the blackboard. What caught her eyes wasn’t what it said, but what it didn’t. No names or dates but eerily familiar. Looked like a prophecy to her.
She sat down on the table, stack of papers in her lap and looking it over:
The circle is broken
The family is torn asunder
Pieces scatter to the wind
The Chosen One without hope
The mate without other
The new moon shall find them
Bind them
Consume them
The Champion, his mate, his kin
A new day shall emerge
He shall walk between worlds, with two as one
Willow blinked slowly as she puzzled this out, coming up with not a whole lot. Except the word Champion rang through her true. The Powers had said that Spike was the Champion, chosen by the Chosen One. This was about Spike. It had to be. And if anything involved Spike had to do with mates, then it had to be Buffy. But after that she was pretty much lost. She glanced at her watch and ‘eep’ed to herself. She’d have to hurry or she would miss the bus back to her own flat.