Hey,
It's action time... now we see
how all that manga paid of in my writings, Spike, Buffy, Willow and Zoëga all
gets a shot at Dru and Willow learns more about her past. The ending will leave
you wanting to rip my throat out... again...
Cilia
Title: BTVS 2117 Part: Section 1.5 Author:
Cilia Email: cilia@xxxxxxxxx Disclaimer: I'm not really
sure, but I guess Joss just owns most if it, since a large chunk is mostly
born from my hyperactive mind, but if he wants this story it's
his. Distribution: If you want it just ask. List archivist go
ahead. Feedback: Why not, boost my ego a little bit more will'ya! Summary:
Buffy is pulled into an utopian future to once again fight the forces of
darkness. She befriends Willow's great granddaughter that bears her
foremothers name, a new adventure begins and Buffy must ask herself: Do we
really get a second chance? Note: This has no connection to the Royalty
series
BtVS 2117
Cilia
Section 1.6
They group raced through
the labyrinth underneath the Church of Saint Joyce Summers. The rescue of Zoëga
and Willow had gone too easily, so both Buffy and Spike were sure that more was
to come. “So
Spike what do we do now?” Hope asked as she tried to keep up with the
vampire.
“We get to the top level destroy the
altar on which Dru is going to try to raise the Primal One, dust Dru and go out
for a beer,” he stated.
“And you were one of the people responsible for saving
humankind?”
“My plans may be simple and they may be crude, but they get
results.”
“I repeat: You were one of the people responsible for saving humankind?”
Hope muttered.
“Give it rest Hope. Spike’s plans always work, sometimes,” Buffy
said.
Dru knelt in front of the
altar. Soon it would be completed, soon everything what was would be again. She
raised the dagger…
“Drop it Dru,” Spike boomed as he came flying up through the trapdoor
that lead into the labyrinth beneath the church.
“William how nice of you to drop in,” she stated as Spike landed in
crouch on the marble floor and cracking it in the
process.
“Dru I’d like you to meet a close personal friend of mine,” Buffy stated
as a hail of arrows came flying from behind Spike. Then the Slayer came flying
up from behind him, firing as she went, but Dru just stood still and the arrows
seemed to flow around her. Buffy did somersault and landed firmly on the ground
next to Spike.
“No matter the size of the audience always make and entrance. Right
Slayer?” Dru stated as she dusted herself off.
“I think some of those marbles are still a little loose,” Buffy whispered
to Spike, who just nodded slightly.
“I know you,” Dru said with a grin as Willow climbed up through the
trapdoor.
“Dru don’t?” Spike barked.
“What afraid she’ll find out the truth William, how you weren’t able to
save her parents that night thirteen years ago, “or how
you…”
“NO I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!?!”
Rang through the church. Blue stream of energy shot from Willow’s outstretched hands, but then
curved passed Dru just like the arrows had and then Willow collapsed. Hope
caught her before she hit the floor.
“What have
you become Dru?” Spike asked calmly.
”More then I was the last time we fought my dear William,”
she answered. ”Okay
I’ve had enough,” Buffy stated and launched herself at Dru. In mid flight two stakes shot out from her
wristbands into her palms, but Dru
sidestepped and Buffy went crashing into the marble floor, twisting and
landing on her back she let the stakes fly, but they just curved around Dru.
Spike tried to take advantage of the Dru’s momentary distraction and leapt into
action, the energy blade coming to live in mid air. He swung it over his head
with all his might, but it came against a solid barrier and then he felt as
Dru’s fist connected with his midsection. A kick to his head, another punch to
his stomach and then a roundhouse to the chest that sent him flying. Spike
looked up from the floor blood
flowing red from the corner of his mouth and a cut on his
forehead.
“You never learn. You see dear
William after our last battle I thought it better to come prepared, so I…” Dru
stopped and then grabbed her head as if in pain.
”Noone hurts my friends,” Zoëga stated in
a calm voice. His fingers were pressed against his
temples. ”What… are…
you… doing…” Dru said and reached for something in her dress. Then the air
crackled with energy.
”Shutting you…” Zoëga stopped mid sentence as the blast from
the gun hit him in the shoulder.
“Zoëga?!”
Hope called out as the young man crumbled to his knees.
”Foolish child,” Dru
muttered. As
she turned towards Hope and brought her gun to bear there was sound of breaking
glass. Dru looked up only in time to see a winged figure bearing down on her and
the light reflected of silver talons.
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