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This story is No. 1 in the series "A Charmed Slayer". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Buffy is killed in action & reborn with new powers & a whole new destiny. The Powers That Be prevent her from seeing anyone from her past life until her eighteenth birthday when a new enemy appears & Angel Investigations must find the ‘Reborn Champion.'

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Charmed > Buffy-CenteredDemonChildeKyraFR131430,7921418346,49618 Oct 0615 Oct 12No

A Visit & A Spell

A Visit and a Spell

Disclaimer: None of it is mine! If I owned any of these characters I would not be writing right now. All things Buffy belong to Joss Whedon and Charmed belongs to the WB and Constance M. Burge.

Summary: Buffy is killed in action and reborn with new powers and a whole new destiny. The Powers That Be prevent her from seeing anyone from her past life until her eighteenth birthday when a new enemy appears and Angel Investigations must find the ‘Reborn Champion.’

Spoilers: Set one year after the Angel episode ‘The Girl in Question’ and about two years after the Buffy Series Finale. Buffy, Willow, and Xander all start out at 24, Faith at 23, and Dawn and Andrew at 19. No Willow/Kennedy. Gunn is dead, no Illyria, Cordy is dead, Connor has both sets of memories, Wes is alive, Lindsey is alive.

As for Charmed, I’m not really sure what season it is, though Cole isn’t dead or evil, Leo never became an Elder, and both Wyatt and Chris have been born.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you guys are great!!! Your reviews let me know that people are actually reading and enjoying this.

A/N2: Thanks, once again, to TouchoftheWind for the chapter banner!

A Charmed Slayer

Chapter 3: A Visit & A Spell

Two women stood in the middle of a large white room peering into a large basin full of water. They weren’t looking at the water, but rather at the image that shimmered in it. They watched as a dark-haired man sat next to a bed in which a beautiful woman lay sleeping, a worried expression on his face as the woman tossed and turned a bit in her sleep. A moment later a blonde man entered the room and sat down next to the other man, frowning as he gently picked up the woman’s hand.

“How is she?” The blonde man asked.

The dark-haired man sighed, “Not good, she keeps tossing and turning. I’m really worried about her, Spike. I mean, how could this have happened to her? She has a soul! And she said that Darla gave it to her. That’s not possible, Darla’s dead; I saw her stake herself!”

Spike shook his head, “I don’t know. Maybe it wasn’t actually Darla, though with our luck it was. Maybe she’s somehow back from the dead again.” He shrugged, “What I don’t get though, is why Darla would want to give Dru a soul. It makes no sense. And the Nibblet’s right about Dru needing therapy now. Hell, she needed it before the soul, and now…Well, I just don’t see her getting better any time soon. She’s gonna need a lot of help.” He cut off as the woman on the bed let out a short scream and started thrashing violently on the bed, sobbing and crying.

“Dru!” The dark-haired man exclaimed as he jumped up from the chair and rushed to hold her hand’s down as she tried to claw at her face and chest. She woke with a start, gasping for unneeded breath.

“No, no, it hurts! Get it out! Get it out!” She shrieked, then her gaze fixed on a point next to her and she started sobbing again, blood tears escaping from her eyes. “I’m so sorry, lovely. I hurt you, hurt you so bad. Ripped your pretty throat out. I was bad. So, so, so bad. I should be punished, punished forever.” Her gaze swung to a different spot as she continued talking to people only she could see, “No, no, no, I didn’t mean it. Didn’t mean the badness I did. Twasn’t me, not really. No, no I’m sorry! Please, leave me alone, I’m sorry. I never meant to be like that! Oh, I deserve Hell for what I’ve done! Nooo, please, some one make it stop!” Her gaze darted around a bit before landing on the dark-haired man and her eyes focused on him, pleading with him. “My Angel! Oh, Angel, Daddy, Sire! Please, make it stop, make them leave me alone! I keep telling them that I’m sorry and that I didn’t mean it, but they don’t listen. Ooohhh, they’re so angry! So angry with me and I can’t fix it. Please, Angel, make it stop. I deserve Hell for the things I’ve done. Make it stop, please! Stake to the heart, thud, poof!” She wailed, throwing herself at the man.

As the women watched, Angel wrapped his arms around his childe and made comforting sounds in her ear. “Shh, it’s okay. It’ll be okay, I’m here, Spike’s here. We’re gonna help you, okay? We’re gonna try and make you better, Dru.” He sat on the bed with his tortured childe, gently rocking her back and forth, murmuring to her, trying to calm her down. Spike sat down on the other side of Dru and wrapped his arms around her too, stroking her hair and adding his own comforting murmurs to those of his grand-sire.

After a while, the vampiress finally drifted off into another restless, nightmare-filled sleep. The two holding her gently laid her back on the bed under the covers before climbing in on either side of her and wrapping an arm each around the woman, vainly hoping to keep her safe from her nightmares.

“We need to figure out a way to help her, and quick,” Angel said to Spike, looking at his childe sadly.

Spike merely nodded and pulled his sire closer to him.

The two women stepped back from the Looking Basin, one waving her hand over the image in the water making it disappear.

The younger of the two looked at her companion curiously, “Why did you give Drusilla her soul back? You had to have known what it would do to her.”

Darla sighed, “Because, Tara, they’re going to need her. With Doyle and Cordelia dead, Angel, Spike, and company are left without a Seer. I don’t think I could have convinced Dru to help them without her soul. Besides, Dru is a much more powerful Seer than Doyle or Cordelia could have ever been. She doesn’t just have the visions like they did. There are some things that she just knows, some things that her dolls or the stars tell her. I know that sounds crazy but someone talks to her, whispers to her and tells her things. Plus, when she gets visions, she’s not completely incapacitated for who knows how long because of a headache.”

Tara nodded, “Well, yeah, but, she’s not going to be much help in the state she’s in right now. How is she going to be able to help them if she is always being haunted by her victims?”

“Well, actually, that’s where your little Witch comes in. Sort of. We can provide her with a spell for keeping the Spirits away from Dru. Then she can deal with the guilt in her own time with the help of my boy and your friends. I already have the spell, it’s just a matter of delivering it.” Darla told the other woman.

“Wait! You already have the spell? Where did you get it? I don’t remember ever seeing anything like that before.” Tara said, looking at the ex-vampiress oddly.

Darla nodded, “Yeah, I have it. And you wouldn’t have seen it before; I had to go to the Elders and have them help create it.”

“Oh. You went through a lot of trouble just to give Drusilla her soul back.” Tara commented.

The elder blonde smiled faintly, “Yeah, well, I may be a bitch but I do still care about my family. Angel, Connor, Drusilla, Spike…They’re my family. They may annoy the hell out of me at times, but they’re still family, and I do care about them a lot.

Angel, Connor, and Spike will need the help of a Seer in the future and Dru’s one of the best. In order for Dru to help them, she needed her soul, in order to keep her from throwing herself into the sunlight or on to the pointy end of a stake I needed a way to bloke out her victims.

Oh, and before you ask, yes, Dru’s soul is permanent.” Darla said before digging into her pockets and pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to Tara.

Tara took the paper, sending Darla a confused look, “What’s this?” She asked.

“The spell for Dru. Figured I’d let you do the honors of delivering it. So go on, go give it to your girl. I know you want to see her, and not just through the Looking Basin. You can drop in while her and the Wolf are asleep and leave it next to her bed. She’ll never know it was you.” Darla said gently, laughing a bit as the younger woman gaped at her. “Well, what are you waiting for? Go!”

Tara started at the older blonde for a moment longer before grinning and hugging her, “Thank you, Darla, this means a lot to me.” With that, she gripped the paper and disappeared in a shower of white and blue sparkles.

Darla smiled at the space her fellow Whitelighter had just occupied before heading back over to the Looking Basin. She wanted to check in on her son while she had the time. She mumbled a few words and a chair appeared next to her and she settled in to watch her baby boy sleep, a look of pride on her face.

Tara appeared in a dark room in a swirl of blue and white. She looked around a bit as her eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the room. Once she could see properly again, the Witch made her way closer to the bed, smiling gently as she saw Willow sleeping peacefully. Oz was lying behind the red-head, an arm wrapped around her protectively, his hand resting on her swollen belly.

The blonde quickly placed the spell on Willow’s bedside stand, next to the lamp, where the Witch would be sure to find it come morning. With her task finished, the Whitelighter gently sat down on the edge of the bed next to her ex-lover. She lightly brushed a strand of red hair back behind Willow’s ear and sighed.

“I miss you, Baby.” Tara said softly, “I miss you so much. But I’m glad you’ve managed to find some happiness. I love you, Wills.” She gently placed a kiss on the red-head’s forehead before looking towards Oz, “Take care of her, Oz, take care of our girl. Keep her happy and spoil the little one rotten, you hear?”

Tara stood up as Willow stirred slightly. “I love you, Willow,” She murmured before orbing out of the room.

As soon as Tara was gone Willow stirred once more and woke up, a confused look on her face, “Tara?” She murmured, sitting up and looking around the room in confusion as she could swear that she felt her old lover in the room, could smell Tara’s perfume on the air.

Oz shifted behind her as he woke, “Wills? What is it? Is something wrong?” He asked.

Willow shook her head softly, “No, no, I must be imagining things. I coulda swore Tara was just here, that I heard her voice. Maybe it was just a dream. That must be it, I had a dream and that’s why I think I heard her voice and felt her in the room and think that I can smell her perfume.” She muttered, more to herself than to Oz.

Oz paused as he heard his girlfriend muttering to herself, at the mention of Tara’s scent in the room he tilted his head slightly and sniffed the air lightly, his eyes widening at what he smelt.

“Willow? I don’t think you’re imagining things. I can smell her, here, in the room. It’s really light, like she was only here for a moment, but it’s definitely there.” The werewolf said.

Willow frowned slightly at what her boyfriend was telling her. “But that’s impossible. Tara’s dead.” She said as she reached over to switch on the lamp next to the bed, her frown deepening as her hand brushed against a piece of paper. Once she had the light on, Willow picked up the paper and unfolded it. Her eyes widened and she gasped when she saw what was on it.

Oz gave the red-head a worried look as she finished reading the paper. “What is it, Wills?” He asked.

The Wiccan turned shocked eyes toward her boyfriend, “It’s a spell. For Drusilla. It’ll stop her victims from haunting her, get rid of their spirits or whatever. With this, all she’ll have to deal with is the guilt. Well, and the insanity. But she won’t be seeing her victims or hearing them or anything like that. It’ll make them leave her alone. This will make it so much easier to help her.” She babbled.

Oz’s eyebrows rose a bit at that and he reached out for the paper that Willow held. She handed it over quickly, still in shock. “Huh,” He said as he finished reading it. After a moment he slowly lifted the paper up to his nose and sniffed it. “It smells like her.” He said, “Her and someone else; someone I don’t know, though I have an idea who it might be. We’ll need to ask Angel to be sure.”

She looked confused for a moment before understanding hit her. “Darla? You think it was Darla?” She asked.

Oz shrugged, “Could be. Drusilla did say that she was the one to give her her soul back. Maybe Darla found the spell and Tara brought it here? Don’t know why they’d be working together, but still. I mean, Darla, or whoever, wasn’t here; Tara’s scent is the only one in here that doesn’t belong to us.”

“But how could Tara bring it here, or be here at all? She’s dead. Unless the Powers did something. Sent her here with this. I mean, Whistler works for the Powers, maybe Tara does too. Only they won’t let her have any contact with us.” Willow said, thinking aloud, trying to puzzle everything out. “But that still leaves the mystery person whose scent is also on the spell. Maybe the Powers sent one person, Darla being the working theory, to get the spell and Tara to deliver it?” She looked at Oz to see what he thought of her theory.

The quiet young man shrugged, “It’s possible. Either way, there’s not much we can do about it tonight. We can talk to everyone else about it tomorrow.” He said, continuing when it looked like Willow was about to object to waiting, “You need your rest if you want to try this thing tomorrow. So, for now, just go back to sleep. We’ll figure everything our tomorrow morning once everyone’s up.”

Willow pouted slightly, but nodded never the less and turned of the lamp, replacing the paper with the spell back on the bedside table and laid back down with a sigh.

Moments later, both were once more sleeping peacefully.

The next morning, Willow paced the Hyperion Lobby impatiently as she waited for the last of the group to join them. Faith, Lindsey, Dawn, Connor, Giles, Oz, Fred, Wes with Lilian, Angel, Drusilla, and Caley were all already in the room with her. Xander and Spike were in the kitchen; Xander getting donuts for everyone and Spike getting mugs of blood for the three vampires in their group.

“Willow, could you maybe stop pacing?” Angel asked, “I think you’re making Dru nervous.” He added, looking down at the woman that was once again curled up in his lap.

The red-head paused her pacing and nodded, “Yeah, sure, sorry.” She looked over as Xander and Spike entered the room, “Finally!” She exclaimed.

Spike quirked a brow at the Witch as he made his way to the couch and sat down next to Angel, handing both of the elder vampires their mugs of blood.

Xander flopped down next to Caley and looked at his childhood friend, “So, Wills, what’s up? Why are you so worked up?” He asked.

“Yeah, Red, what’s the what?” Faith added as she leaned against Lindsey.

Willow sighed and pulled out the spell that had been left on her bedside table the night before. “I woke up in the middle of the night last night and found this on my bedside table. Niether Oz nor I put it there. I’ve looked it over, and well, I think it will work-”

“What will work? What is it?” Xander interrupted.

Willow sent an annoyed look toward her one-eyed friend, “I was getting to that!” She exclaimed. “Anyway, it’s a spell. A spell that will help Drusilla out. What it will do is basically block the spirits of her victims so that they can’t haunt her. She’ll still have the memories and the guilt and her insanity to deal with, and the nightmares she’ll undoubtedly have, but at least she won’t have to deal with actually seeing her victims. Or hearing them or anything like that. It will shorten her road to recovery quite a bit. Since we won’t have to help her deal with the Spirits we can focus on helping her deal with the memories and get past some of the guilt. And, ya know, try to restore a bit of her sanity.”

Everyone stared at Willow in shocked silence for a moment before Drusilla spoke up. “Little Tree is helping Princess? Why? Princess has hurt Little Tree before.” She whispered looking at the red-head quizzically.

The Wiccan smiled gently at the newly ensouled vampiress, “Because, Dru, no one deserves to suffer that much.”

“Wait a minute,” Angel said, “You said that you found it on your bedside table last night…Who put it there? None of us would have done it, we would have just called a meeting to tell everyone about it.”

Willow glanced nervously at Oz for a moment before answering. “Actually, we think it was Tara. I thought I could feel her presence and hear her voice, that’s what woke me up. When I woke up, I could still feel her and I thought I could smell her perfume. When I mentioned it to Oz he said that he could smell her, too. Then when we found the spell on the table, Oz said he could smell Tara on it, too, along with another scent he didn’t recognize. We…We think that the second scent is Darla’s but we’re not sure. We were hoping you or Spike would be able to tell us.” She said holding out the spell to Angel.

Before Angel could take it from her, Drusilla reached out and plucked the spell from the Witch’s hand. She sniffed it lightly. “Grandmummy had this.” She stated, handing it to Angel.

The dark vampire sniffed at the paper as well before nodding, “That’s Darla’s scent,” He stated.

“Wait, you mean Darla was in Willow and Oz’s room?” Lindsey asked.

Oz shook his head, “No. Just touched the paper or had it with her long enough for it to smell of her. Only Tara’s scent was in our room.”

“Wills, I hate to be the one to point this out but, well…Tara couldn’t have been in your room. She’s dead. As a matter of fact, so is Darla. None of this makes sense.” Dawn said, looking at Willow sympathetically.

“Believe me, Sweetie, I know Tara’s dead. But, well, Oz and I think that maybe she was working for the Powers or something. Darla, too. Kind of like Whistler. Only the Powers wouldn’t let either of them have contact with us. Except possibly when Darla gave Dru her soul back, there might have been contact then, but with Dru being psychic, you never know.” Willow replied.

“Grandmummy spoke with Princess,” Dru said softly, “Said that Daddy and my William would need me. That I was to be the connection. She put the spark back to make sure I’d help, that I’d tell Daddy and his friends what they need to know. She said that the spark would never go out, not ever again. ’Tis here for good. No more eating the little children.” Her voice caught a bit as she spoke. “So, so sorry to the little children. Never wanted to hurt them. The Shadow in Princess liked it, reveled in it, and now the Spark screams and screams and screams and cries and cries and cries. It feels such horrible things because of the horrible deeds the Shadow did.” She broke off and buried her face in Angel’s chest as the tears started to escape.

Everyone was once again staring in shock, only this time at Drusilla.

“Oh!” Fred exclaimed, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” She was bouncing excitedly in her seat, everyone looking at her like she was the crazy one.

“Fred?” Wes asked, “Are you alright?”

Fred nodded emphatically, “Did y’all hear what she said?”

“Yeah, she was talkin’ crazy again, just like always,” Xander answered.

“No, no, no.” Fred said, “She said that the spark would never go out, that it was there for good. The spark is her soul. That means that her soul is permanent!”

Connor nodded, “Actually that makes sense. And she said that the spark felt bad because of what the Shadow did. If the spark is her soul, then that would most likely mean that the Shadow is her demon, right?”

Wes, Giles, and Willow all nodded their agreement. “That could actually be correct,” Giles stated.

“So, am I doing the spell?” Willow asked. “I already have all of the ingredients in the spell room. Everything’s set up, I can do it now.”

“Do it.” Spike said, “She needs every little bit of help she can get.”

Willow nodded and headed off down the hall toward the first floor room that those living in the Hotel had set aside for magic and spell work, everyone else following behind her.

Darla and Tara smiled as they watched Willow perform the spell to help Dru perfectly. They smiled as the spell finished and Drusilla visibly relaxed against her Sire, the vampiress quickly drifting off to sleep once more.

“Well, I think we did a good thing here, what do you think?” Darla asked Tara as she cleared the Looking Basin.

Tara nodded as the women set off down the white hall, “We did good.”

Moments later both women disappeared in a display of blue and white shimmering lights.

Well, what did you think? I thought that I’d put in a small chapter about how Dru got her soul back and why, as well as explaining about why she’s not going to be completely crazy because of the soul. I didn’t really want to spend forever next chapter trying to find a way to put the stuff from this chapter in it. I figured this was the best way to explain a few things. Did that make sense? It made sense in my head, anyway.

Oh, and the line from Dru, "Stake to the heart, thud, poof!" is paraphrased from the movie Serenity.

Ok, so this chapter was 9 pages and 3,540 words long, yay!

Please review and let me know what you think.

Thanx a bunch!

Until Next Time,

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