Author: gothfeary (a.k.a. Kat)
Title: Promised or Chosen, we all make mistakes
Series: Chosen not to Fade Away
Rating: T. Because of violence and naughty language.
Summery: Faith found out why you should listen to your elders. Especially if your grandfather was Ash, The Promised One.
Disclaimer: I own neither Buffy or Evil Dead, I just borrowed them for my own evil purposes. But I do own my shirt that says "Bad Ash", my personalized autographed copies of "If Chins Could Kill" and "Make Love the Burce Campbell Way". *Sticks out toung at her readers* Haha! I met Bruce!
A/N: Reviews are love people.
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“Oh shit.” Faith looked down at the alter before her. Three books, all bound in human flesh, all inked in human blood. Three copies of the Necronomicon and she could only take one.
The clouds darkened, and the lightening lit up the sky before her.
“Come on Faith!” screamed Angel from behind her. The woods had come alive and seemed hell-bent on killing them. And moving tree branches, while no longer lethal, could still dust him. It would take hours for the Earth to gather the energies to bring him back to his un-life again, hours they didn’t have.
“You try picking a freaking book based on half remembered stories your grandpa told you!” Faith wished she had listened to Grandpa Ash when she was a kid.
Time to take a chance.
Well, it wasn’t the first one. That one tried to bite her hand off.
“Fucking book! See, this is why I dropped out of high school!” She screamed back at Angel.
“I don’t care about what happened a hundred years ago! Just move!” Apparently, swords did not work well against tree limbs.
Second book, well it definitely wasn’t that one. Faith climbed her way out of the vortex that had tried to swallow her.
“I think I just found a shortcut into Pylea!”
“Fuck Pylea!” The words were slightly distorted by his now present vampire features.
As she reached for the third book she stopped, the memory of Ash’s words ringing in her ears. “I had to say these three stupid mystic words, or all hell would have broken loose…”
Raising her voice above the howling winds, she spoke out loud. “Clatto verata…” Oh, shit. She thought.
“Neck tie? Nickel? Oh fuck, I know it was an N word!”
Looking around, hoping no one would notice, she raised her eyes up to the sky. Dramatically, she shouted, “Clatto Verata Ne-” coughing into her hand, she turned her last word into an unintelligible sound. “Ok,” she called out, “I said the words. I’m gonna take the book now.” Hoping and praying this would work, she reached tentatively for the last book. The book she held in her hands, radiated pure evil.
For just a moment, everything went quiet and she thought they were safe. Running back to Angel, she grinned.
“Everything ok?” he asked, wiping blood from his face.
“Five by five” she smirked.
Suddenly, the earth shook.
Regaining his balance, Angel looked her in the eyes, and guessed what happened. “You know Buffy is gonna kill you for this, right?”
“Hey! She started apocalypses too! This is my first!” She cried as lightning struck the ground next to them.
As skeleton hands shot up from Angel grabbed her arm and screamed, “Shut up and run!”