Of Monsters and Angels Pt 2
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Summary: Snippets of Aimee Sanders, the youngest slayer, being raised the scooby way.
NOTE THAT ALL THE CHAPTERS IN THIS STORY WON'T BE IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER!
Thanks Oxnate for helping catch my mistakes and for betaing this chapter. :D
The Slayer Headquarters were on high alert.
And everything was still, and silent. Everyone waiting for the news.
Aimee laid in her bed, covers drawn up and snugged around her. Her face pale and unmoving, just like Faith who had yet to leave her side. Willow held onto the little girl's hand, trying to magically find out what's wrong.
"I don't understand!" Willow threw her hands up into the air, frustrated. "Every time I try to get to her, it's like she is purposefully blocking me."
"Why would she do that?" Buffy asked, her arms crossed over her chest. She shifted back and forth on her feet nervously.
"That's what I don't understand..." the red head whispered.
"I think we need to change our approach," Giles pushed his glasses back up on his nose.
They gathered the spell's ingredients as quickly as they could.
Willow ground the spices, mixed them together and shifted them onto Aimee's chest in a triangle pattern as Xander quietly lit the candles. Faith reluctantly stood back with Buffy standing beside her. Giles flipped through his book, before finding the desired page. "Are you ready?" He questioned Willow.
Willow nodded, "Yep."
Giles set the book on the edge on the bed, staring down at Aimee with a sad looked before joining hands with Willow. He started chanting, the old words pouring off his tongue. The magical herbs rose off Aimee's chest and stared swirling about.
Faith tensed as the swirl of magic filled the room. Xander placed a hand on her shoulder, and she let out a sigh. At first the magic felt innocent, testing the waters then suddenly the candles flickered - the flames going jet black. The magical herbs were now spinning around erratically and Kennedy stepped forward, but Willow told her, "No. Stay where you are."
Giles' brow furrowed in concentration, trying to focus on the words. Trying to focus on finding Aimee, when something dark coiled like an angry snake and lashed out.
"AHHH!" Willow and Giles fell backwards with a scream. The magical herbs fell to the floor and the candles went out. Faith leapt towards Aimee, and Buffy rushed to Giles' side. The red head was shaking, and pale as Kennedy wrapped around her.
"Willow, Giles, what happened?" Faith asked, her voice trembling slightly. "What went wrong?"
Willow shook her head, lightly, trying to gather her wits as Kennedy helped her to her feet. Giles pulled his broken glasses off his face, letting Buffy help steady him. "I...I don't know..." Giles whispered.
"That...that..." Willow shook her head again. "We've got a big problem."
"What?" Buffy's face was dark.
"Well, I felt Aimee, but..." Willow glanced over at Giles.
"There was something else," Giles said darkly. "Something old. Something evil."
"The Old One..." Buffy breathed out in horror.
"Why not give up, child?" The monster crooned. "Make it so much easier on yourself..."
Aimee hurt. Everywhere. Everything. Giving up would be easy. "No..." But she couldn't.
"Oh, such a poor choice."
"It's like it's an infection, and it spreading through her. Eating her away," Willow whispered, leaning into Kennedy's embrace.
"Alright," Faith took this in with a tense expression. "How do we get rid of it?"
"Get rid of it?" Giles looked over at her. "This isn't some demon we can simply slay. This is an Old One. One of the first."
"And it got put down once, and it can be put down again," Faith nearly growled.
Buffy nodded. "Faith's right. We've done the impossible before, this won't be any different."
Everyone just looked at each other, still unsure.
Dawn was pouring over research, not even complaining that it required working with Andrew.
"We've been looking for hours," Andrew stated, tiredly.
"And we'll keep looking until we find an answer," Dawn stated, firmly. Though she, like Andrew, was slowly becoming disheartened by it all. She wiped the stubborn tear that fell from her eye when suddenly a bright light flooded the study. Andrew jumped to his feet, picking up his sword and Dawn grabbed her crossbow.
And when the light died down, Dawn stared.
?" She exclaimed in shock. She then looked at the blue lady, "I don't know you."
"We don't have time for introductions," Angel told her. "We have a big problem, Dawn."
"And what may that be?" Dawn slowly asked.
"Faith's so called daughter."
"Infected...infection..." Willow started whispering, pacing the length of the floor.
"Yeah, we know that, Red," Faith's tone harsh. Her fingers going through Aimee's dark curls. Her face was peaceful, but Faith knew that she was far from peaceful. Her jaw clenched, And there is not a damn thing I can do about it!
"I know...it's just..." Willow mind seemed to be racing, the cogs turning. "What does one do when they get an infection?"
"Go to the doctor?" Buffy tried to joke, but her voice was flat. Her hazel eyes serious and her lips turned down.
"No. Well, yes, but that's not what I meant," Willow waved her hands about, trying to explain what was racing through her head. "They give you antibiotics."
"I don't think antibiotics are going to work here, Willow," Xander spoke up for the first time. He had been unusually quiet, his face blank and pacing the length of the floor.
"Again, not what I meant. At least not in the way you think," the witch told him. "I mean, what if...if we make an antibiotic? A magical one?"
Faith raised her gaze. Xander asked, "Could that work?"
Giles stood up slightly. "It's...it's an unusual concept, but I think it just might work."
"Okay, that's good!" Xander said, enthusiastically. "How do we do it?"
Willow made a face.
"I don't like that face," Xander pointed at Willow. He then looked at Buffy and Faith, "Why don't I like that face?"
"Willow," Buffy turned to the witch.
"Well, antibiotics are something that's worse for the infection than for the host..."
"I thought that was a vaccine," Xander looked puzzled.
"Okay, now is not the time for technicalities." Willow pointed a finger at him and opened her mouth to continue when she abruptly whirled around to faced the door, her face wary. "Something just broke through our wards," Willow's green eyes flared. "In the library."
Buffy and Faith looked at each other.
"Don't worry. I'm on it," Kennedy rushed out the door, taking the scythe as Buffy passed it to her.
"Now," Faith turned back to the more important matter, "what were you saying?"
Willow chuckled nervously.
Angel sighed. "Dawn, I'm not evil!"
"That's exactly what an evil person would say," Dawn snapped back. When Spike, who appeared shortly after Angel, made to speak, she pointed her crossbow at the bleached blond. "Don't. I'm mad at you and anything you say will end up with you full of arrows."
"Dawn, look...this is serious." Angel told her. "That kid isn't a kid. She's a demon."
Dawn just raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
"God, she's controlling you isn't she?" Angel whispered.
That's when the door burst open and Kennedy marched in. Upon seeing Angel, Spike and the blue woman, she snapped, "What the hell is going on here?"
"Angel's here because he thinks that Aimee is evil," Andrew helpfully replied, before ducking away from the glare the blue demon lady gave him.
"I don't think. I know," Angel glowered at the slayer. "Look, we have to stop her before--"
"I may not like the brat, but I'm sure as hell not letting anything happen to her." Kennedy growled, glaring at Angel.
"Look--" the vampire tried to take a step forward.
"Take one more step," Kennedy threatened, "and you'll be leaving here in a dustpan."
"I tire of this," the demon lady snapped. She rushed forward, sending a quick snap kick to Kennedy's face sending the slayer tumbling backwards.
"Illyria!" Spike went to stop her when he found an arrow shot through his shoulder. He looked over his shoulder and looked at Dawn in shock.
Angel yelled, "Stop! We aren't supposed to be fighting each other!"
"Then...tell me, Angel, Spike, lady in need of fashion help," drawled out in an overly bright voice making everyone turn as Buffy entered with an overly sweet smile, "what should we be fighting?"
"Buffy," Angel breathed out. She was always a sight, and if his heart could be it would sputter upon seeing her.
Buffy however leveled him with a glare, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Well? I'm waiting."
RRs are appreciatedAlso want to give props to Oxnate, for helping me catch my mistakes and information on antibiotics! And etienneofthewestwind, for also providing me with more information on the antibiotic theory Willow talks about it. I really appreciated the help! Thanks.