Bring Me To Life

by Dark Child

Copyright © 2004

darkchild72@hotmail.com

Rating: R
Disclaimer: Alrighty. Let's see here. I don't own Buffy or Angel.
There's gonna be a few elements from different books and comics: Tamsin by Peter S. Beagle, Joss's Fray, and Rumiko Takahashi's Mermaid Saga.
Distribution:  The Mystic Muse:  http://mysticmuse.net
Feedback: Yes!!!
Spoilers: All.
Author's Notes: The year is 2478 and the earth is on the brink of destruction from both human and demonic means. There's only one thing that the world's savior's can think of doing: resurrecting the earth's greatest champions. Title banner by Chris Cook.
Pairing: Willow/Tara

Part 1    Part 2

Part 1

For the better part of my life I've been alone. No matter how many people were around me, who knew me, I was alone. There were things that I just…couldn't say. The closest I ever got was bliss, and that was only for a moment, a breath.

I was a fool back then, thinking that such happiness could last. Nothing does. I hope. I was young and stupid then. We'd defied death so many times…it wasn't until her body was lowered into the ground that I knew. She was really gone. She wasn't coming back.

I moved on. Of course. I always did.

I…for some reason…for some reason I…I had somehow become the baby of the group, the innocent one, the one to be protected and shielded from the bad things of the world. Me. The one who wore cute, stupid clothes, who'd spell out the bad words instead of saying them.

I know how Dawn felt.

She's the one who made me a grown-up.

She's the one who completed me. Made me whole.

But she's gone. Forever. They all are. I'll always be here. …I wish I could join them.

Everything I've done though…

She…She didn't understand…what she was. I didn't then either. No matter how much it was glamoured up, no matter that those she killed…slayed…weren't human, were evil…it was still murder. That's what the Slayer really was: a Murderess. Like me.

I understand. Humans can be much worse than demons. Having a soul can make you much worse. She didn't want to deal with that. Didn't want to remember that sometimes people…that people need to be killed too.

I hate what I've become…

…So yeah, I'm lonely. I've got companions, friends, sure. But the understanding…there's a distance. They won't be around forever.

Our futures are gone. All we have left is the future. All I have left is the future. When they're gone, I'll be all alone.

I just want to rest.

We're prisoners. All of us are. I wish…

I haven't seen the sun in ages. The sky's so filthy that nothing shows through. I miss the sun.

I can fight now. I may not be a Slayer, but I'm pretty good. I hate that I need to use those skills.

My magick…I hate it even more. It scares me. I don't like to use it. But I do.

I'll need to use it though. All the Slayer that once existed…they're all gone. None left. I've tried the spell over and over again. Nothing.

Maybe it's because of what I am.

We need help. The Billy-Blind has hinted at it. But I know what he's saying. What he means. I won't do it.

Some people say that I don't have a soul. Maybe they're right. I don't know anything anymore. I know who Willow Rosenberg used to be, I just don't know who she is now.

Part 2

"Nice work." The brunette scowled at the young man. His golden eyes danced with mischief each time he spoke.

"Shut up Pooka." She grumbled.

He grinned. "Behave yourself Dani."

The woman looked away from the Oz man. All he ever did was get on her nerves. Her green eyes focused on the wall, or more specifically, the painting that adorned it. The two stared back at her: her grandmother and one of her aunts. Both women were the founders of MagiiCorp. The company had flourished under the guidance of the two women. Her grandmother was the richest woman in existence, though she didn't act like it.

At the moment though, her grandmother was, yet again, being pressured to move to Mars. The colonists didn't fancy her living on earth with the lower classes. Her grandmother always refused. Earth was her home.

"'Ello Niblet." Dani smiled as the Vampire took a seat neat to her.

"Hey William." Once upon a time, she had called him ‘Uncle'. She was far to old for that sort of thing now.

He ran a hand through his curly brown hair. He gestured toward Oz. "I think you should turn Pookie-boy here into a toad or somethin'."

The spellcaster grinned. "I don't think she'd like that too much."

Spike chuckled. "You know, after all this time you'd think Red'd get over that frog fear." His niece smirked. He leaned back. "So, what's Red up to anyway?"

"I…I don't really know." She sighed. "I think it has something to do with what the Billy-Blind told her. She's in there with Angel now."

"Ahh…So Peaches in on whatever this is." Spike nodded.

"Looks like." The Pooka mocked, now looking like Buffy Summers. Spike glared at the shapeshifter.

"I think we should give this a try."

The redhead glared at the Vampire. "I refuse to do that." She sighed. "I don't want to. They don't deserve it."

Angel looked over at the younger woman. He remembered when he'd first met her. She'd been innocent. Now she was… She barely looked the same anymore. Her red hair was streaked with black and white, side-effects from all the casting she had done. But it was more than that. She had physical scars, yes, many in fact, but most of her scars were inside. That's where her pain was.

"I can't."

"Willow…" She looked up at him, her eyes looking like those of a lost child. "What would they want?"

"…Peace."

"What would they want us to have? You to have?" Angel refused to let the sorceress look away.

She took a deep breath. "Happiness."

"Would they want you to not help the world…if you knew a way?"

"No," she whispered. "…I…I'll do it."

"Are you alright?" Willow looked into the brunette's concerned eyes and smiled at the younger woman.

"I'm…I'm fine." The redhead sighed.

Dani looked thoughtful for a moment. "You're going to see her again."

"Yeah…I am."

The younger woman stared at her. "Aren't you happy?" She gently placed a hand onto the sorceress's shoulder.

"Of course I am! That's not even a question! I've done nothing but dream of seeing her again."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I'm…scared." She paused for a moment. "What if she hates me? I mean…the things I've done. I think...I think a part of me wants her to hate me. Does that make me a horrible person?"

Dani slowly brought Willow's head down to rest on her lap. "Of course not. It makes you human."

To be Continued...

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