The Witch of Wookey
races to stop a spell from destroying Buffy and Angel once and for all.
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The Witch of Wookey
“Why are we
here again?” Buffy asked Giles, who was treading carefully in front of her,
flashlight in his hand.
“If you’d let
me lead,” Angel said. “That
flashlight? Not necessary.”
what we’re looking for?” Buffy asked, feeling more bored than ever.
said, turning another corner in the cavern, leading to yet another cave. “We are trespassing. If you two cannot cease from your chatter-”
chattering,” Buffy said. “I’m
questioning. I’m asking questions. I’m answer-seeking-girl.”
said. “You’re chattering.”
There was a
decorative light every five feet or so.
None of them had been turned on.
She heaved a sigh. “We’ve been
roaming around this dark, dank cave for hours--”
feels like hours. Slayer-vibe not
giving off anything. That tells this
Slayer, who gets said vibes, that nothing is here.” She rubbed her shoulders.
“And it’s cold and damp. I just
want to leave.”
suddenly. Buffy crashed into his
back. Angel crashed into hers.
said. “Brake lights next time!” She felt Angel pressed firmly into her
back. He pulled away, but not before
she felt him run his finger slowly down her spine. “Or not.”
complaining,” Angel said.
me,” Giles added.
“Why did you
stop anyway?” Buffy asked.
“It’s as I
feared,” Giles said. “She is no longer
Buffy exclaimed, suddenly remembering why they were there. “She’s not a rock anymore?”
Giles said, correcting her.
“Okay, so does
that mean I’d have tripped over her or bumped my head on her if she were still
here?” she asked.
is a conical mineral deposit, usually calcite or aragonite, built up on the
floor of a cavern, formed from the dripping of mineral-rich water-” Giles
over her,” Angel whispered softly.
She laughed. “So what do we do now?”
Giles said. “We need to find a
permanent binding spell and then find our missing witch.”
said, looking over the top of her menu at Giles. She knew he was talking, but she was having a hard time focusing
on what he was saying. She fidgeted in
her chair. Not like the menu was
holding her interest either. “Why are
we finding her again?”
“Legend has it
that Wookey Hole is famed for "The Witch of Wookey" a giant
stalagmite, which resembles a witch’s face in profile. Folklore tells that the
stalagmite was once a witch who terrorized the local area, and was petrified by
the intervention of a monk.”
monks, not a good thing,” Angel said.
guessing that he speaks from experience,” Buffy added, glancing at Angel out of
the corner of her eye.
continued. “There are a number of
versions of the tale, but at its core, the stories are consistent in saying
that a man from Glastonbury had been betrothed to a girl from Wookey, but the
witch had placed a curse or possessed the girl, that part is unclear, and the
couple’s romance failed. The lad, who became a monk because of his failed
romance, took it upon himself to wreak his revenge on the troublesome witch,
who had also caused a great many other romances to fail. He went into the cave
and, managing to find her off guard, threw holy water over her. As a
practitioner of magic, the blessed water had an immediate and astounding
effect, turning her completely to stone, leaving her as a cold statue to remain
in the cave until the end of time.”
Buffy said, dropping her menu onto the table.
She took off her jacket and hung it off the back of her chair. “You know?
There’s a lot more travelling here than there was in Sunnydale. I could practically walk everywhere. Here… well, I’m not even sure. You have all sorts of countries and then
little towns in them. If you can even
call them towns. It’s all just
confusing. I don’t really know anyone
except for you guys. A girl needs other
girls once in awhile to talk to. It’s
enough to make anyone crazy after awhile.”
your Cluedo holiday with Lisa and her friend?” Giles asked.
once. Once doesn’t mean anything and
it’s not like they’re really my friends. Acquaintances, that’s what they are.”
some getting used to, but you will... adjust to it. Just give it some time, Buffy,” Giles said. “You know we’re always here for you.”
“Oh, and I’ve
got nothing but time lately.” She
picked the menu back up. “So what will
we be having for dinner? Ham, potato,
leek and herb hotpot?”
excellent choice,” Giles said, nodding wildly.
“I believe I’ll have the pan-fried chicken with chili beans and fennel.”
“What is a
hotpot anyway? Is it in a bowl? Why don’t they just call it soup?” she said,
tossing her menu to the table. “I want
feeling alright?” Giles asked, his voice lower than usual.
acting… different,” Angel said.
“Different? How am I acting different?” She looked at both men. “What?
So I’m sick of English food and I don’t like stomping around in cold,
dark caves for no reason. And I don’t
have any girls to hang out with anymore that get what’s going on. Who said that means something’s wrong with
Angel exchanged glances.
“And some sun
once in awhile would be a good thing.
Not like I spent a lot of time at the beach when I was in Sunnydale, but
having the option would be nice.”
puckered in a pout.
running around all night and day when it’s cold and rainy has a tendency to
make life all icky. Not like I can
nuzzle up to the boyfriend and get warm.
Oh, and on the days when it is sunny, not like that said boyfriend and I
can go for a casual stroll in the sunshine.”
on his drink. Giles spared a quick
glance in her direction and took a sip of his own.
back from the table. “On second
thought, I’m not hungry. I’m going back
to my room.” Grabbing her coat, she
“Care to tell
me what that was all about?” Angel asked.
“I’m not quite
go back to the room. She practically
ran through the lobby and out the front door.
She was feeling a little too confused; and if she knew Angel, he’d be
following her in no time at all. She
just wanted to be left alone.
your mate?” asked a feminine voice behind her.
She turned and
saw an older woman approaching, a slight smile on her face.
than fighting with someone you love, is there?” the old woman continued.
her hand in a warding off gesture.
“Look, I know you’re trying to be all nice and stuff, but it’s not
necessary. I don’t mean to be rude, but
I just want to be left alone.”
“American? I should have guessed that right away.” The woman persisted. “Is your lover American, too?”
both ways and then stepped into the street.
“No,” she said, rushing to get to the other side before traffic picked
“That could be
part of the problem.”
and the woman was standing right next to her.
She hadn’t even seen her cross the street.
sometimes be an issue? Is he older than
you?” the woman asked. “You can call me
Auntie, by the way.”
respond to her question or her name.
Instead she asked, “Why are you following me?”
following you,” Auntie said. “We just
happen to be going in the same direction.”
like you’re following me.”
laughed. “There would be no reason to
follow you. As I said, we are just
going in the same direction, Buffy.”
“Fine. But let’s go in the same direction without
all the talking.” Buffy walked away,
her last, clear, fleeting thought was that she had never told the woman her
“She’s not in
the room,” Angel said, meeting up with Giles in the hallway.
“That does not
surprise me,” Giles said, his brows knitting together in concern.
that look. “What?”
Giles glanced at
him out of the corner of his eye. “I
can’t be sure, but it is possible that our missing witch could have something
to do with Buffy’s actions.”
possessed or something? This witch
wouldn’t actually hurt her, would she?”
his head. “Her power comes from
hate. She takes the love and turns it
to hate. The stronger the hate, the
more powerful she becomes.”
have let her storm out of the pub like that.”
He sighed deeply. “At least she
won’t get hurt.”
“On the other
hand, Buffy is a Slayer and stronger than most other women, if she kills you
out of that hate, the witch would become indestructible.”
“You just had
to say that, didn’t you?”
his shoulders. “I assumed all pertinent
information would be of value.”
“So it would
appear.” Giles adjusted his
glasses. “Any suggestions on what our
first move should be?”
before she decides to stake me?”
indeed. That would be a good place to
start. But I believe there would be one
step before that one.”
Angel had a
pretty good idea what the answer would be, but he asked anyway. “And that would be?”
“Glastonbury. We need to see a monk.”
any monks left in Glastonbury.”
shoulders slumped. “What about Buffy?”
fine until we get back. We won’t be
up the note she found on the hotel room’s mirror. Buffy, With Giles. Be
back soon. Love, Angel.
Taking off and
leaving her alone in the middle of the night?
That sure didn’t sound like love to her. Angel wasn’t around for her to take her anger out on. A frustrated Slayer was never a good
thing. She spotted her weapons
bag. She figured she might as well go
on patrol. She suspected that killing a
vampire would make her feel a lot better… especially a tall one with dark hair
remember the discarded piece of paper.
It quickly became a non-memory, something that never happened.
her gear and headed out the door.
repeatedly on the wooden gate. “This is
not a joke. Please open up and let us
behind Giles; his arms folded across his chest. His skin was starting to tingle.
Sunrise wasn’t far away.
“Yes. Yes,” Giles was saying. “She is no longer bound. She has escaped.”
He heard the
unmistakable click of the large wooden gate being unlocked. The barrier opened a fraction.
“No longer bound,
you say?” a voice asked between the crack that had appeared. “How would you know this?”
even Angel, Giles slipped one of their Project Paranormal business cards
through the slit in the gate.
“It is what we
do,” Giles said.
The gate opened
all the way. “Come in.” Untrusting eyes glanced at Angel. “Except for you. We do not permit your kind.”
“We? What do you mean ‘we’? Technically, you people don’t even
exist. Haven’t existed for 500 years.”
feel himself launching into attack mode, nothing like being a little on
edge. “I need to get going anyway.”
up on what he was implying because he nodded his head. “I will meet you back at the hotel when I
have obtained the binding spell.”
and then ducked inside the gate.
and turning, Buffy bolted upright. Her
sleep had been wracked with bad dreams; dreams she couldn’t quite
remember. Somewhere along the line, she
had gotten herself tangled up in the sheets.
Sheets that had once been soft, clean, and smelled like Angel. Those same sheets were now tinged with
sweat… nightmare-induced sweat. They
had lost their appeal, the freshness and security that had drawn her to them in
the first place gone and replaced by the sourness that was quickly becoming her
just up and leave without telling her where he was going or who he was going
with. Could he be seeing someone
else? Another vampire maybe? That would explain a lot. He did spend some time with that
succubus. He said it wasn’t his
fault. It was magic. Maybe she’d go out and find a guy one. A boyubus and see how he liked it? He did take off a lot on his own, there were
probably more that she didn’t know about and it’s not like he’d ever tell
her. What made her think she could even
trust him? He was a vampire! He drank blood and he had killed more people
in more ways then she’d care to think about.
With her luck,
another succubus had probably come into his life, sucking his soul right out of
him… along with some other bodily fluids she didn’t want to think about.
What did a
vampire know about love anyway? Not
much, from what she could tell. They
loved blood, and now that Angel had drunk his share of Slayers, it probably was
some weird kind of addiction. He
probably couldn’t stand to be around her because she wouldn’t let him drain
her. Well, sorry, baby. Not quite ready to die yet.
She threw back
the covers as an unfamiliar feeling began to churn in her stomach. She knew it wasn’t hunger. She wasn’t sure what it was, except that she
had never felt it before.
She decided on
a long, hot shower and was finishing up when she heard a soft knock on the
“Who is it?”
she asked, leaning against it.
“It is me!”
Auntie said. “I have come to visit and
spend more time with you.”
radiantly. She couldn’t have been
happier if it was her own mother waiting for her on the other side. She opened the door and took the older woman
into her arms. “I missed you. I have been thinking about you and our talk
all morning. Will you have breakfast
child, I would do anything for you.”
“We can return
now,” Giles said, walking into the hotel room.
“Unfortunately, the ingredients I need for the binding spell are back in
sitting on the edge of the bed, his hair rumpled. Giles could tell that he had woken him, but he didn’t quite
care. He was, however, grateful that he
now knew the witch could not affect Angel as she had affected Buffy due to his
being a vampire.
for me to be heading anywhere,” Angel said.
his words with a teaspoon. “It appears
that my original assessment of the witch wasn’t entirely accurate.”
forward. “What exactly do you mean by
‘not entirely accurate’?”
He glanced at
the spell he held in his hand. “I was
under the impression that the witch would not harm Buffy, that the witch would
use Buffy to kill you, thus making her more powerful. I was only partially correct in that assumption.”
it, Giles. What did you find out?”
over him. He took a step back from the
angered vampire. “Since Buffy is a Slayer,
and therefore special, if the witch can not only get Buffy to kill you, but
herself as well, her presence here would be permanently established. She would never again live under the threat
of being bound.”
to find what we need,” Angel said.
right. I will see what I can find
locally since there truly isn’t the time for a trip back to Westbury. After working closely with our monk, I
believe we have found a permanent binding spell, but timing is of the utmost
“What is it
with the monks? They’re not supposed to
even be here.”
Keepers. They ensure the witch remains
bound. The responsibility is handed
like they did all that great of a job.”
Giles chose to
ignore him. “Stay close to Buffy. Keep her safe.”
“That would be
“That would be
part of the plan, too.”
It had been a
good day. Auntie was the most wonderful
person Buffy had ever met in her life. She
was at the point of not caring if she ever saw Angel or Giles again. They had been gone for days, maybe even
weeks at this point, she wasn’t keeping track.
She needed female companionship, someone she could be herself with, and
now she had it. Auntie was a mom,
sister, grandmother, and her best friend all wrapped into one person. Who needed Lisa and her stupid friends?
“Are you sure
you need to leave?” Buffy asked, pouting.
“It feels like we haven’t spent any time together today. We could have dinner.”
at her. “Dear child. I will not be around forever and as you can
see for yourself, neither will your friends.
But the one that will abandon you and hurt you the most will be your
lover. You must start taking the
necessary steps to ensure that you can live your life alone. Girls like you should be alone. And if you can’t…”
“I can do
that. I will do that. Just promise you’ll come back tomorrow. You’re not leaving for good? Right?
Just one more day? I don’t know
what I’d do if I could never see you again.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “I
don’t want to be alone. I’m not ready.”
her into an embrace. “I will give you
one more day. It is my hope you’ll be
ready. Only I can show you the truth. No one else can. You believe me? No matter
what anyone else tells you or tries to convince you of, only I know. You need to be alone, Buffy. That is the way it was destined and if you
her tightly back. “Yes. You are the truth. Everyone else just lies to me.
I should’ve seen it before, but I didn’t. Thanks to you, I know that now.”
“And you trust
Buffy stood up
straight and smiled. “You are the only
one I do trust.”
for Giles to pull as close to the hotel’s entrance as he could. Once done, the vampire ducked out of the car
and tossed the blanket behind the bushes.
After glancing over his shoulder one last time, he ran into the lobby as
Giles drove away.
He hoped that
Giles would get what they needed, and fast.
He wasn’t sure what he was walking into or even if Buffy was in the room
and there was only one way to find out.
“Can you check
to see if my traveling companion is in our room?” he asked the concierge.
sir. As a matter of fact, she is. Ms. Summers’ grandmother just left, so she
is alone now.” He winked at Angel. “Your timing is impeccable.”
bother knocking on the door since he didn’t want anything to appear out of the
norm. Raising Buffy’s suspicions was
the last thing he wanted to do.
called out as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. The witch’s evilness clung to the room like
an invisible fog.
“I’m here, you
don’t need to shout and wake the dead,” Buffy said, walking out of the
bathroom. “Oh, wait. You’re already awake. My bad?”
She casually strolled over to a chair by the window and sat down.
feeling all right?” he asked.
She toyed with
the curtain cord and he knew it would only take a split-second for her to pull
it, flooding the room with sunlight.
Having no choice, he took a step backwards into the archway that
separated the entryway and the main part of the hotel room.
“We need to
talk,” he said.
“I thought we
“Really talk. You need to listen to what I’m going to tell
She gave him a
cold smile. “Why? So you can lie to me some more? I think I’ve had enough lies for…” she
counted on her fingers, “three lifetimes.
I’m on my third now, aren’t I?
And you’re on what? Jeez,
Angel. I think I’ve lost count. How many times have you come back from the
cursed or possessed or something.
You’re not you.” He didn’t know
what else to say. The situation was
starting to escalate. He wanted to go
to her, but he knew that would be a death march in the making. He needed to get her away from the window
and that damn pull cord.
“I would know
if I’d been cursed,” she said. She rose
and began pacing around the hotel room.
“I would feel different. You
spent, what? Like three hundred years
exactly that long,” he said, reaching out and trying to get her to stop moving
now that she was a safe distance from the window.
away, out of his reach. “Not the
point. You knew you were cursed. I’d know if I was cursed.”
“Do you love
me?” he asked.
“Why would you
ask such a dumb question? I know you’re
not dumb.” She opened her eyes
wide. “Maybe you are. I never stopped to think about it. You did let Darla vamp you.” She pulled at her ear lobe. “But you’re not the most stupid one. I’m the most stupid one for trusting you and
loving you so long. How dumb is that?”
took a step toward her, “just stop and listen to me. Listen to yourself. This
isn’t you talking.”
She threw her
arms up in the air. “Oh my god,
Angel. You’re right! I am cursed. Bless you for making me see the truth.”
his head, missing the sarcasm in her voice.
try. It’s not a curse. It’s the truth. I have been blessed with Auntie’s truth. She pointed it out to me. She made everything so much clearer.”
isn’t Auntie,” he said. “It’s the
witch. Remember when we went into the
caves looking for her and she was gone?”
He saw something
flash past her eyes, but it was quickly gone.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
people, Buffy. She destroys true
love. She thrives on hate.”
wasting her time with us, isn’t she?
There is no true love here to destroy.
Never has been. Never will
be.” She began fiddling with something
behind her back. “The hate thing on the
“What are you
doing?” he asked, suspecting he already knew.
“Honestly? I was thinking.”
“Well, if you
must know. I was thinking that I’m sick
of being unloved and lied to. Which led
to my next thought, what could I do about that? Leave you? We know how
well that works. I sent you to hell and
you still came back.”
“Buffy…” Her words were starting to take their toll
on him. Even though she was cursed,
part of what she was saying was based in truth.
“I was going
to use the sun.” She tipped her head
toward the closed curtains. “But I
figured it’d take too long and you’d cry out and make all sorts of noise and
that would cause a ruckus. And we know
ruckuses bring people running. This is
just between you and me. Right, Angel?” She pulled the stake out from behind
her. “But since we do have a history, I
figured I’d give it to you quick. I’ll
just stake you. And to make sure you
don’t come back looking for me… did I mention that I’m pretty sure you’ll go to
hell again?” She shrugged. “Well, I know I won’t go to a hell. Figured they’re still holding my spot in
heaven. Once I’ve sent you to hell…”
yourself and end up in heaven?”
pouted. “You ruined my surprise.”
“Hate to break
it to you, Buffy,” he said. “Actually,
I don’t hate breaking it to you. If you
kill yourself heaven is out of the picture.
Who knows? Maybe you’ll be joining
me in that little hell dimension and then we’ll be able to torture each other
about the ruiny, today.” She took a
step toward him.
himself up to his full height. “You
really want to do this?”
turns me on,” she said as she lunged for him.
After a great
deal of driving around and even more stops, Giles had finally obtained what was
required for the binding spell. All he
had left to do was to collect Buffy, Angel, and the witch who needed to be lured
back to the cave. One of those annoying
tiny details of the spell: it needed to be re-cast at the point of origin.
telling himself that Buffy was okay, but the varying thoughts of what could be
happening made him feel uneasy. He knew
that she and Angel loved each other, and in their right minds they would never
hurt one another, but that was the part that he couldn’t let go. At this point Buffy was probably as far from
her ‘right’ mind as she possibly could be.
he made his way through the crowded lobby and waited through two cycles before
he could get on the lift. It was his
hope that Angel had talked some sense into Buffy, though he highly doubted it. He knew better than anyone else how strong
spells could be.
“Oh, dear,” he
said, stepping into the room.
sitting in what was left of a wooden-framed chair by the window. The seat of the chair remained, as did the
back, along with the legs, but there were no arms, and it leaned to one side. Giles unconsciously tilted his head in the
same direction the chair was leaning, but when Angel arched an eyebrow at him,
he realized what he was doing and immediately straightened back up.
The floor lamp
that had once stood in the darkest corner of the room was now broken into
pieces, the base having been shoved through the wall just next to the bed.
The pull cord
to the curtains hung at an odd angle.
He wasn’t sure what was holding the curtains up anymore since the
curtain rod itself was sticking halfway out of the bathroom doorway.
One of Angel’s
eyes was almost swollen shut and a patch of dried blood creased his brow. His fingers were currently steepled under
his chin and he wasn’t saying anything.
Angel sat in that cockeyed chair, staring at him.
Buffy was bound
to the bed and gagged with torn pieces of bed sheets. The remains of the cotton/polyester blends were now in piles on
the floor, none were remaining on the actual bed. Her eyes flared with rage and Giles involuntarily took a step
back away from her.
would forever be burned into his memory.
talking any sense into her,” Angel said.
Giles tried to
focus on what Angel was saying, but his attention was captured by Buffy who
continued to thrash, grunt and groan from the bed.
continued, “She’s possessed to every degree of the word.” As if to prove his point, Buffy thrashed
harder, her groaning understandable, swearing even through the gag. “On top of everything else, she bit me.”
his throat. It was time for him to try
and talk some sense into his Slayer. He
walked over to the bed and took the gag out of her mouth. “Buffy—“
“So what if I
bit him,” she croaked. “If I could’ve
drawn blood, he probably would’ve shot his wa-”
re-inserted the gag. “I can see your
you subdue her?”
“All I had to
do was point to the door and tell her that the old bat was standing there. She is so out of it, she believed me. When she realized that she wasn’t here,
Buffy broke down. All the fight went
out of her… for about a minute, but that’s all the time I needed.”
“Angel, if you
would be so kind?” Giles pointed his
head toward the hallway.
him. After stepping away from the door
and Slayer hearing, Giles said, “It is worse than I feared.”
“I am not sure
what to do at this point. We need to
draw the witch back to the cave, but I am not comfortable with leaving Buffy
here in the condition she is in.”
his head in agreement. “Before the gag was
necessary,” he said, “Buffy told me that the witch was supposed to be coming
back in the morning.”
“Why would she
tell you that?”
‘tell me’ in so many words. It was more
along the lines of ‘When she gets back here tomorrow, she’s so going to kick
Giles heaved a
sigh. “The witch is bound to the
cave. That is where she’s required to
spend the majority of her time, if not wreaking havoc that is, one would assume
that is where she would be now.”
much what I was thinking. We need to go
there and do this now,” Angel agreed.
“What shall we
do with Buffy?”
“We don’t have
any choice. I’m not leaving her alone
again. She’s coming with us.”
and released his fist; he expected an objection from Giles, an objection that
never came. They had no choice. There was no other way to get Buffy out of
the hotel without causing a commotion.
He stared at
her on the bed. He looked at Giles, his
face expressionless. Angel nodded and
then hovered over her a moment longer.
She glared at him, but he could see she didn’t know what was
coming. She should have known what was
coming. He found it easier to slam his
fist against her head, knowing Buffy wasn’t really there. He knew he had to hit hard to knock her out. It was a relief when her eyes closed into
breathing?” Giles asked, his brow crinkling in concern.
Angel whispered. “Let's finish
this. I want my girl back.”
bring himself to look at the spot on her temple that had begun to swell larger
then he would have expected, he just sat there, caressing her hand softly and
willing Giles to come back.
“There is a
fire exit to our right. I’ve disconnected
the alarm,” he said, walking back into the room.
“At least we
have the moonlight as an ally.”
take whatever he could get.
Buffy into her seatbelt, and then glanced quickly at the bruise he had
caused. He was tempted to remove her
gag, but decided against it. He was
pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to take another--
“We need to
surprise her,” Giles said. “If she sees us coming, I won’t be able to cast the
“Do you have
everything you need?”
“All the way
in the back. I will need to assemble
the items accordingly before we enter the cave. I suspect there will not be enough time once we’ve gone inside.”
Buffy stir next to him. Her eyelids
fluttered open briefly and then fell closed again.
“I suggest you
take long setting up the spell. “Can
you keep her quiet?” he asked Angel.
Slayer is a quiet Slayer… more or less.”
“Good.” He turned his head to one side, but kept his
eyes on the vampire. “I think. Come on then.”
the steps they had taken not even a week earlier, slowing down when they
approached the cavern. The cavern
itself seemed even colder and damper then it had then. The feeling of foreboding was almost more
than Giles could take. The lack of
lighting wasn’t helping matters either.
Giles said. The Witch of Wookey was
nowhere to be found. “I’m not sure
where she could be.” His stomach was now
as cold and as empty as the cavern they found themselves standing in.
screwing up someone else’s life.”
“No,” he said,
shaking his head. “She focuses on one
at a time. And if she were to succeed
with you and Buffy, she wouldn’t need anyone else. I am certain all her time and energy are going toward the two of
“Glad to see
we’re so popular. What now?”
“We need to
lie in wait for her. She cannot know
we’re here. If she catches us before we
can cast the spell--”
struggling. She was awake.
“And what do
we do with Buffy?” Angel asked.
“I believe I
have an idea.”
beginning to think that being a rock for so long had not been completely bad
for her. She had woken to find a Slayer
and a vampire with a soul who were in love.
The two of them would establish her immortality and nothing could’ve
made her happier.
called her Auntie. No relationship was
closer than mother and daughter or so the witch thought. She wouldn’t have known from firsthand
experience; she had never known her mother, or her father, but she assumed
having the girl call her ‘mum’ would’ve pushed it.
It was a shame
that the Slayer would need to kill herself.
The witch had actually grown quite fond of her.
She had been
gone longer than she was typically permitted, but she needed to establish a
permanent residence that wasn’t in a cave.
After tomorrow, she would live forever and forever meant more acceptable
She was struck
by the feeling of a disturbance.
Someone had been in her cave and not too long ago. They might still be there.
proceeded cautiously, walking slowly and sticking close to the walls. She rounded the corner and her jaw dropped
when she spotted what awaited her.
There was her Buffy, bound and gagged, splayed out on a boulder. A message had been scratched into the rock
wall above her.
her? You can have her.
be!” she said, rushing toward her salvation.
“He cannot leave you. It will
not work if he leaves you.” She began
to untie Buffy and removed the gag.
“Why did you let him do this to you?”
“Let him do
this to me? Does it look like I let him
do this to me?” Buffy asked sarcastically, tossing the bindings to the
ground. “They left me here.” She pointed at her temple. “He actually knocked me out. You were right, I should’ve killed him.”
“Who do you
think left me here? Angel and
Giles. I think I’ll throw Giles in as a
bonus.” She stood up and looked
“We must find
need to look far,” she said. “They’re
“How do you
Angel. I always know when he’s close.”
“She has a way
about her. Don’t you think?” Angel
said, coming out from behind a large boulder.
“I couldn’t resist.”
“You son of a
bitch!” Buffy shouted. “You left me
tied up and in a cave! I hate caves!”
shrugged. “Figured you might like
it. Something different.” He was having a hard time meeting her eyes.
“Why do you
continue to talk to him?” Auntie asked Buffy.
“If you want peace, you must kill him, not talk him to death.”
“To know her
is to love her,” he said. “She has a
tendency to babble.” He looked at
Auntie apologetically. “And trust me,
I’ve loved her in more ways then a sick old woman like you could ever imagine,
and I’m not just talking about the emotional aspect of it.”
“Why are you
speaking to me?” Auntie asked, walking over to him. “I am stronger than you.
I will be here longer than you will ever be. Refrain from acknowledging me, vampire. You are not worthy.”
think so,” he said, his hands manipulating the small bag in the pocket of his
trench coat. He said a small prayer, to
whom, he wasn’t quite sure, and pulled the package out, bringing a powdery-like
substance with it. In one fluid motion,
he swept the powder towards the witch’s face and watched as it cascaded down
this?” she asked. “What have you done?”
“What in the
hell are you doing?” Buffy demanded. “I
need a stake. Does someone in this hole
in the ground have a stake?” She glared
at him. “Maybe I don’t need a
stake. A little hand-to-hand might be
fun.” She took a step toward him.
heightened senses could detect the words Giles was saying from another part of
the cavern. Buffy’s Slayer hearing
wasn’t too far behind.
Giles?” Buffy stopped walking and
glanced around hurriedly. “Where is
he? What is he doing?” Her search for a stake forgotten, she glared
at Angel instead. “You two are making
it tough to decide who I want to stake first.”
Auntie cried. “Help me!”
something by the witch’s feet. She had
suddenly become one with the floor of the cave. He was having a hard time telling where the rocky floor ended and
where Auntie began.
moved slowly at first, and then it began moving faster, the progression of the
minerals reminding him of a sand castle on the beach. One a child was slowly dripping water over, the fine details
slowly being dissolved in an array of dirt and water, but from the bottom of
the formation. Not the top.
Buffy cried, reaching out for her. She
quickly jerked her hand away, as though she'd touched a hot surface. “What can I do? I don’t know what to do.”
from her, Buffy,” Giles said, emerging from a darkened corner of the cave. “It’s too late. There is nothing you can do for her now. The binding spell has been cast.”
The sand-like substance
was now hardening and working its way up to the witch’s waist. Angel watched the transformation slithering
like a granular snake that left nothing but hard rock in its wake.
Fury came off
the witch in waves. “I was freed
once.” The rock substance had made its
way up to her chest. She took a deep
breath before she continued. “I will be
free again. You cannot bind me forever,
“That is where
you’d be mistaken,” he said. “This
spell is a little different.
formation had made its way up to her neck and was now working its way onto her
face. She twisted her head, struggling
to move a jaw already turning to rock.
Her voice was scratchy, like stones rubbing together, her vocal cords
barely usable. “It cannot be!” Her eyes hardened, etched forever in a
moment of surprised horror.
“She looks a
little different than she did a week ago,” Angel said.
“And I don’t
think she’s in the exact same location,” Giles added.
“Do you think
anyone will notice?” he asked, judging the distance from where the witch had
stood originally and where she now stood.
Giles said. “But it will give them
something to talk about for the next… eternity.”
tourist attraction is always a good thing,” Buffy said, almost in a whisper.
asked, taking a step toward her. “Are
“Angel. I am so sorry…” Her voice cracked. “I
didn’t mean… I’m sorry.”
He swept her
up in his arms. “It’s okay. It wasn’t you.” He pulled back and looked deeply into her green eyes. “I know better. I’m sorry, too.”
“We’ll need to
talk about this.”
She turned to
face Giles. “I’m sorry…” she began.
said, adjusting his glasses. “No apologies
are necessary, but I do believe we need to vacate the premises before we get
caught. Our luck cannot hold out
forever. We are once again
trespassing.” He motioned for them
both, turned, and walked away.
“Did he just
Angel took her
by the hand and pulled her toward the door.
“I think it’s an English thing.”
definitely a thing.”
him, reaching up and pulling his head down so that his lips were just a breath
for her to move, he leaned in and kissed her softly. “And quickly.”
what I was thinking.”
-- End –
The Witch of
Wookey is a real legend/myth. You can
read about it here: http://www.mysteriousbritain.co.uk/england/somerset/somerset3.html
I took the
term ‘creative liberties’ to the max.
Besides the fact that she ‘existed’, nothing else in my fic is
factual. I took what I read and twisted
the facts for my own purpose for this fic.
Thanks to Jo
for pointing out that there haven’t been any monks in Glastonbury since the
1500’s and providing this link for me:
She helped me
keep this as historically accurate as possible and I appreciate that.
Here’s a link
that shows the actual cavern our trio was traipsing around in:
And I would’ve
been totally lost without the use of this website and its wonderful maps!