Visionary Kiss I & II & III

Disclaimer: They're not mine *cry*, coz if they were, they would speak German. *bg* Willow and all the others from BTVS belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, the WB, UPN and whoever else! The Mummy and The Mummy Returns and any scenes or dialogue from the movies are not mine. They belong to Stephen Sommers and Universal, as do the characters. So leave the lawyers alone and enjoy!
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Summary: "But, for our love, we were willing to risk life itself." (Quote from the movie The Mummy)
Spoilers: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 6 and early season 7 eps, and the movies The Mummy and the Mummy Returns!
Author's Note 1: This is my own little world, as you will see when you read this fic. It takes place years afTaraTara's death, Spike has a soul, blah, blah, you
will have to read it!!!
Author's Note 2: I used different sites for research, please don't forget that I mentioned it: The transcript for the mummy by Stephen Sommer I have from http://www.geocities.com/themummyweb/, and some additional German mummy sites, you can get the list from me!! (If you speak German.)
Thanks and Dedication: Thanks for helping, sweet Mel, you are the light in my brain *wink*. To my other lady's, you are all nuts and I love you for it, and
after all, you are not writing one for me I have to do it myself!
Feedback: I will not beg. I'm a strong person. I don't need to beg...okay I do. Pleaseee! Send feedback or I will send the mummy, I mean one of the
ugly ones! *evilgrin*


Visionary Kiss I Part one

London, British Museum, 2005

Willow Rosenberg walked through the dark halls of the Museum. To be exact, she was in the largest and most comprehensive collection of ancient Egyptian material
outside of Cairo. The exhibit illustrated every aspect of the culture, from the Predynastic persion down to the Coptic period, a time-span of over 5000 years. Her lovely face was mirrored in the glass of the display cabinets as she bound her hip-length, blood red hair.

If anyone would have seen her, they would have never thought that the young woman was a powerful witch who had seen more terrible things and felt more pain than
most people will or for feel their entire life. No wrinkles could be found, not from sorrow, or from happiness. Her skin was still fresh and creamy complexioned, her body strong and flexible.

The only thing that had changed over the years were her clothes. No longer did the witch try to hide her figure under long skirts and baggy sweaters, and was now wearing leather in different shades of brown that showed off every curve.

At this time, she was caught by the famous collection of mummies and coffins.

"There is no reason to feel bad, Rosenberg. The book that Giles sent you here to collect will be found without your help, and besides, you were already in London once before and didn't have the chance to see all this," the witch whispered as she heard again the little voice in her head that tried to make her feel bad about being here.

She had been sent to London by Giles to retrieve a book from the Council. It was a slow summer in Sunnydale and Buffy had no problems defending the town
against the vampires and usual baddies that roamed in the night on the hellmouth, not to mention Spike, who assisted the Slayer even though he was still unable to
kill humans.

He had learned to live with the chip, and then he had also leaned to live his life with the soul, and without Buffy.

The Slayer was still not able to get over the fact that he was a vampire, and so both did everything they could to hide the feelings that had only become stronger over the years.

Buffy had even married some stupid man to make her life and her sister's, Dawn's, life, easier. As if something like this could work. But Buffy had stopped listening to her long ago.

Giles had sent her to England with the excuse that he would need the book, a book that the Watchers had not listed, a book that only had names of other books in
it. He had sent her to give her time to breathe.


Since the day she had come back with him from England, her so-called friends had not been able to trust her.

So, not only she was happy to get away from the hellmouth, it seemed the hellmouth was happy to see her go.
But, she was not here to think about Sunnydale. Freeing her head from the thoughts that were changing her mood, she again started to concentrate on the objects before her.

Willow had to stop herself from touching the glass that separated her from a papyrus scroll on which someone, centuries ago, had written down the stages of mummification. Pictures had been added to show how to remove the organs and how to fill the cavity with salt.

Since the incident with the Inca mummy that had tried to kill Xander, and had killed a few other people, Willow had found herself fascinated with the history of mummies. After Ampata had been stopped by the Slayer and the Scoobies, Willow had used her computer skills to find out everything she could about her.

Soon she had wanted information about more than the Incas. It had been like an addiction. She wanted to know more and more, and so one day, she had found her
way to the Egyptians. She felt some kind of connection to the culture. A connection of science and in their belief in magic and the supernatural.

Mummification had not been just the idea of cutting open a body to remove the entrails. She had learned that the whole process was bound with magic, and she
was a witch, so it was no surprise that she had learned all kinds of spells, from healing to helping to find a way through the underworld.

Again she walked over to the Story of the Excavations of a special mummy, of which she had read over twenty treatises, when she heard steps and voices from the
gallery. Making her way carefully around the glass cases, trying not to make any noise, she made it into the next room just before the two night watchmen saw her.

She tried to calm her breathing, afraid that she would be heard. She leaned her head against the heavy door and closed her eyes. She felt alive, her heart pounded in her chest, adrenalin rushed through her veins like in the old days, in a fight against the evil of the week.

It had been years since she had felt this way. Since the day she had lost Tara. This day had changed her life forever. After she had found her way back from her journey to the dark side, she had not really felt anything.

When the witch was sure that the men were no longer a threat, she smiled one of the rare smiles she only had for her closest friend, Spike. He would be proud of
her when he heard that she had broken into the Museum using her magic, pushing her better judgment aside.

But she had wanted to see the mummies, and since Spike had made her use the magic that seemed to arise in her whether she used it or not, she had made the decision to do something just for her. Over the years she had become a strong witch, but knowing the feelings of the others, she had hidden her power, only using it on nights she was needed.

For the first time, as she looked around at her surroundings, she noticed that the room she had hidden in seemed not to be open to the public. Every available space was full of packages and boxes, on which the words 'fragile' and 'Egypt, Cairo' were written in bright letters.

Willow could smell the sand bleached from the burning sun of Africa. She remembered all the tales Spike had told her about his visits to the Dark Continent that
he and his so called family had made until Darla had decided to go back to Europe. She walked down an aisle, surrounded on both sides by tables full of papers and small, broken clay fragments that looked like a puzzle. They seemed ready to break under the load of history covering thousands of years and so many destinies.

Willow inhaled the smell of centuries, with the same joy she would smell of a perfect rose. This was what she had been searching for. She could not get enough
as she made her way around the tables, touching a paper here, feeling the structure of a piece of stone there. But then she saw something that made her heart skip.

"Could it be?" she asked herself. Unable to look away, she reached out, and as her fingers touched the statue she let out a little squeal.

"Isis, Mother Goddess, Sister and Wife of Osiris, Goddess of Magic, Isis, Mourner for the dead." This was not merely a statue of a goddess, which carried the ankh, the symbol for eternal life, and a sistrum, the musical instrument whose sound is pleasing to the gods. This was Willow's Goddess. This was the Wife of Osiris, the God, that made it possible for her to bring Buffy back from the dead. This was the Goddess that witcwitch prayed to every night since she had come back from her journey of revenge in the name of her love for Tara.

She took hold of the fragile statue and pressed it against her chest, careful not to damage it. A feeling of safety and calm enclosed her like warm covers on a winter's day. A lonely tear rolled down her check to fall unseen, but not unnoticed, onto the face of the Goddess, and a golden glow started to rise.

**Listen my Child.**

Willow opened her eyes to see the Goddess Isis standing before her, smiling an open smile that suffocated her rising fear.

**Do not be afraid, my child. I am here to talk to you. I know you still feel the pain of the loss of your love, but now is the time to decide which way your life will go. This is an intersection for you, and I want you to be sure of the consequences.**

Willow could only nod, too shocked to find her voice.

** You have to make a choice between the life you have now, with your friends and family, or to choose the path that I have for you. A long, hard journey that may break you, change you, and will make it impossible for you to go back to your old life from the moment you chose it. But if you make it, you will receive the biggest prize that exists.**

The witch realized that this was all the information she would get about the path her Goddess had made for her, and so her first reaction was to say no. No to leaving all the things she knew and loved. But then she remembered the things shd, ad, a family that was not interested in her, friends who were afraid of her, but full of a wrong sense of duty and of being selfish that they wanted her around to make them feel good and to help out with information and magic, at the same time afraid of this magic, their best friend, and the power she held.

For the first time in her life, she wanted to be selfish. Knowing that Spike, the only person who was near her heart, would understand her choice, she said the only thing possible.

"I will go the way of my Goddess, leaving my old life behind."

**Good my child. I will show you the path and will be at your side whenever you need me, but know that I will be unable to change your path.**


End Visionary Kiss I Part One