FIC: Born Again (3/?)

["cilia" <cilia@xxxxxxxxx>]

About the numbering this may be ignored:
There was numbering error in some of the mails I sent out yesterday, so that
explain why some are getting they're third part with no number 2 in between.
Now the story goes on as I take another brake from my studying, there is
only so much you can learn you know.
Cilia

Title: Born Again
Part: 3
Author: Cilia
E-mail: cilia@xxxxxxxxx
Feedback: Oh yes with and extra order of complements.
Distribution: Go for it, but keep my name attached and please tell me about
it.
Rating: PG
Summary: Willow has come to Europe to stand on her own two feet, but an old
friend might be just around the corner.

Born Again
Cilia

Chapter 2

The Church Library was located in massive building that had originally been
planned as cathedral in the early fifteen hundreds, but during its
construction it came apparent that the dome the architect had designed could
not be build, so the roof was leveled of and the massive building turned
into a library, with a smaller church next to it.
Some said that the library resembled a prison, with its large courtyard like
reading space and the towering bookshelves that reached the fresco painted
ceiling. The bookshelves themselves were a masterpiece of craftsmanship. All
wood with five floors of walkways that went around the entire building and
across it at one point, so if you were going to get something from the top
shelves you'd better be ready to carry it down the narrow stairs that linked
the walkways together.
Amidst all this at the center table of the reading circle sat Willow
surrounded by big and musty tomes and her laptop. She seemed strangely at
home among the high bookshelves that towered all around her. With her black
leather jacket draped over the back of the chair and the sleeves of the
blouse rolled up, she paged through the latest tome.
"Well it's not in here," she muttered, carefully closed the tome
and checked off the list on her laptop.
"Something troubling you?" asked a low feminine voice.
Willow grinned and looked up from the computer screen.
"Same old, same old Sister Agnes, teach, research, kill
vampires," Willow answered.
Willow had met the Sister on her first day at the library. She'd lost her
way and Sister Agnes had taken pity on the lost yank and given her the tour,
even helped her get in after closing hours when Willow desperately needed
some books. Sister Agnes had kind brown eyes and soft features and was a
true believer in God above and well aware of the things around her that most
people ignored.
"So then fight goes well?" Sister Agnes asked with a small smile
and sat down in the chair next to her.
"As well as to be expected, but these Old World vampires are
tougher then the ones around the Hellmouth," Willow answered.
"And the ones last night?" Sister Agnes asked.
"Heard about that did you?" Willow asked with a measure of
pride.
"The newspapers think it was Russian Mafia deal gone affray,"
Sister Agnes answered.
"Well they were right about one thing, they were not our local
stock, probably the reason they fled," Willow stated and there was a bleep
from Willow's screen as cartoon drawing of Giles stepped onto the screen.
"Remember to slay and be careful," it said in a digitized voice.
"That's my cue," Willow said and started stacking the tomes, but
was stopped by Sister Agnes's hand as it covered hers.
"Allow me to do that for you. You have more pressing matters to
addend to," Agnes said with a caring smile.
"Thanks Agnes you're the best," Willow said and closed her
laptop.
"Godspeed Willow,"
"Thanks I'll need it," Willow's said, placed a small peg on the
nun's cheek and then bumbling Willow made a comeback.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to. I mean I sometimes forget that
you're a nun and you're always so nice to."
Sister Agnes smiled and waited until Willow's bumbling subsided.
".and I'm sorry. Did I say that already?" Willow asked and
looked up.
"Its quite all right Willow I'm not offended. Now go and save
our lord's creation," Sister Agnes said and padded her shoulder.
"I'll just be going then," Willow's said and pointed towards the
doors.
Sister Agnes watched as Willow retreated towards the door and shook her head
with a smile as she picked up the tomes. As she looked up into the fresco
she sent up a small prayer.
"Look after her, for old times sake?" she asked.
Willow walked out of the library and along its walls until she came to the
church that had been build next to it. She looked up at the church doors.
The sun had set maybe ten minutes ago and the stars were coming out.
"Well it couldn't hurt," she thought to herself and entered.
The church seemed small compared to the library it was build to serve, but
it was still impressive even to a Jewish girl like herself.
"Same god, different savior," she mumbled as she lit a candle
and looked up at the crucifix.
"I'm sorry I pegged Sister Agnes okay," she said with a smile as
she thought about how truly ridiculous this was.
When she turned away from the burning candles she could have sworn she saw
man kneeling in front of the altar out of the corner of her eye, but when
she looked better there was nobody there.
"This is not the Hellmouth," she reminded herself and strolled
out of the church.
Inside the Church the man who had been kneeling in front of the altar
stepped out of the shadows, looked up at the altar and crossed himself.
"Thanks," he said with distinct British accent and placed a gold
coin in the collection box on his way out into the night. The black and
white picture on the mirror in Willow's apartment fell down onto the dresser
at the same time the coin made a clanging sound at the bottom of the
collection box.

TBC....