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Rating: PG
Classification: Challenge Response
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters. I am just borrowing them for a bit of fun. Joss owns everything BtVS. Rod Serling estate owns the Twilight Zone concept. Believe me I wish my mind was creative enough to come up with the Twilight Zone
Summary: Some Halloween Fluff with an homage to the Twilight Zone
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Feedback: Always welcome.
Spoilers: None
October Wacky Witch challenge:
include one of this:
Alfred Hitchcock movie / an antique clock / a Pumpkin / a dark alley
you should use two of this:
remote control / hairbrush / too tight Costume / a stolen or disappeared
bowl of candy
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~Part: 1~
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sight, a dimension of sound, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone.
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Willow glanced at the antique clock that Giles had sent her. She turned it over in her hands checking all the sides and bottom for anything unusual. She smiled when she felt a soft kiss on the top of her head.
"That's what was in the box from Giles? Why would Giles send you a clock? It's not cursed is it?"
Willow leaned her head back to get a proper kiss from Angel. "Do you really think Giles would send me a cursed clock?" A slight smile graced her lips as she teased, "Now, He might send YOU a cursed clock, or Xander might send you one or Spike or."
Angel smiled as he pulled Willow onto his lap as he took her place on the chair, "Okay, I get the picture. Did a note come with it?"
She rummaged through the bubble wrap, popping a few as she went, until she found a note. "Hmmm."
"What?" Angel said as he tried to read over her shoulder.
'Willow,
I thought you'd enjoy this clock for your collection as it supposedly has aninteresting history with witchcraft. It's rumored that Millicent Ballustrodewas it's original owner. As you know, Millicent was accused of being a witchin the 1600s but disappeared the night before she was supposed to be burnedat the stake. It is rumored that her lover whisked her away to anotherdimension to save her.
Whether the clock actually belonged to Millicent or not I thought it wouldbe a lovely addition to your home so consider it a house warming gift to youand Angel.
Love always,
Giles'
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Narrator voice over: Willow Rosenberg, a young woman who learned the Craft at a young age due to life on the Hellmouth. Angel, the vampire with a soul, came to Sunnydale because of the Slayer. Or were they the reasons? Willow and Angel who in a moment will discover that not all beginnings have their roots in Sunnydale. Some begin in a place we call. The Twilight Zone.
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Willow set the note down and gave the clock a closer inspection. "Look, it looks like there are symbols lightly carved into the side." She held it up to the light so Angel could see.
Angel took it out of Willow's hands and tilted the clock just a little bit to get a better look at the carvings. "Well I can make out a pentagram. I think I see a circle. no it's an infinity symbol." Angel's fingertips lightly caressed the slightly raised edges of the two symbols.
"I feel faint magickal tendrils around it but nothing strong. It feels about like when I was in the Magic Box so if it has mystical qualities it's faint. Maybe it was a gift from her lover." Willow got a far away look in her eyes, "I bet he spent nights delicately carving the symbols into the side after he built it."
Her fingers followed Angel's as they softly caressed the symbols. Neither noticing that the face of the clock began to glow. There was a soft clicking noise and the hourly chime began to play.
"Oh, that's so pretty."
Before Willow could continue her fingers dropped away from the clock and she clutched her stomach as she began to bend over.
"Baby? Willow? What's wrong?"
Willow tried to answer him but the magick radiating from the clock was too much and she couldn't think. The tendrils of magick curved out from the symbols and the face to reach out toward and around them. Angel began to feel the magick now but before he could drop the clock and get them away there was a flash of bright light.
In the empty space that had housed Willow and Angel, the clock softly fell to lie on its side. The carved symbols were slowly losing their glow as well as the glow on the clock face. The soft ticking of the pendulum was the only sound that could be heard in the room.
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The first sensation that Angel felt was the warmth of the sun on his face. A sensation that he hadn't felt for over two hundred years. His eyes popped open in panic and he gave a loud shout as he quickly headed for cover. It wasn't until he had taken a few steps that he realized that his skin wasn't on fire. The second sensation he felt was a burning in his lungs. He opened his mouth to yell for Willow when the burning sensation left. It was then that he realized his lungs were taking in air. His hand reached for his chest and a giddy feeling coursed through his body as he realized that he had a heartbeat and his lungs were taking in oxygen and exhaling. He was ALIVE!
Willow's eyes popped open at her mate's shout. In a panic she jumped up to meet the oncoming danger. It wasn't until she realized that Angel was now laughing that she relaxed. In fascination she watched her lover glory in the feel of the sun. After her heart calmed its racing tempo and she realized that he wasn't going to his eternal death, Willow just watched Angel.
Her laughter turned to a shriek as Angel softly tackled her to the ground. With a twinkle in his eyes he leaned down and nipped at her ear and then softly blew over it.
Willow's eyes grew large as she felt Angel's breath on her ear. Angel's BREATH! "Oh my god, you can breathe. How?"
He wrapped his arms around her and put her head on his chest, "That's not all. I have a heartbeat, too."
Willow just marveled at the steady thump, thump, thump of his heart. With a mischievous smile Willow turned her head and lightly bit his chest. Her smile widened as the thumping grew more rapid. "Mmmm, not only is it beating but it seems to be beating faster."
"Only around you, love. Sorry to interrupt your experiment on my heartbeats but I think we need to find out what happened. If it's temporary or permanent and hopefully find out more about this place. I think that path probably leads to a building or maybe if we're lucky a town. It doesn't look like Pylea but I'm guessing it's another dimension."
Willow nodded as Angel helped her to stand, "I don't feel anything unusual, of course I didn't feel the magick in the clock until it was too late."
"I think the chiming of the clock activated it because it wasn't that long after that you stiffened. Or it could have been after we both traced the outlines of the symbols. Our fingers were caressing a couple of the symbols when you stiffened."
"Maybe that's how Millicent and her lover escaped the whole burning at the stake thing."
"Well if they came here they must be long gone. Didn't Giles' note say she was accused of witchcraft in the 1600s?"
"So says the vampire that was alive in the 1700s."
Angel chuckled, "Point taken." He dropped Willow's hand to knock on the door of the cottage that sat at the end of the path.
After a few minutes of no answer and Willow's peeking in the windows they decided to play Goldilocks and enter the empty building. Angel wandered around the cottage trying to determine if it had been abandoned. Willow took in the furnishing of the cottage. It had a bedroom behind the front room and a loft but it was the picture above the fireplace that captivated her attention.
She reached out her hand to touch the canvas. Yep, it was real. it was her. The portrait was of a young woman with long dark hair sitting on a chair holding a silver backed hairbrush but she was wearing Willow's face. Willow's facial expression when she looks at Angel to be exact. She knew that whoever was the model was in love with the artist.
"She looks like she could be your twin." Angel said as he slipped his arms around her waist. "Whoever owns the cottage hasn't been gone long. There's food, clothing and I saw stacked firewood out back. Whatever this dimension is the clothing and everything is a replica of the Seventeenth Century."
Willow sighed, "Well, I guess we should try to fit in before we meet the locals. Do you think the clothes will fit?"
~Part: 2~
Angel tugged on the waistcoat he'd just put on and ruefully looked down at himself. "I feel like I'm wearing a too tight Halloween costume."
Willow grinned from the doorway, "Oh I don't know, I think you look very sexy wearing hose. Besides, I'd think it'd be like coming home for you. Don't you miss dressing this way?"
Angel raised an eyebrow and a wicked twinkle appeared in his eyes as he looked at Willow, "So when we leave here you're going to miss the corsets?"
Willow made a face, "Okay, okay I get your point and don't remind me. Thank god whoever owns this dress is about the same size I am and you didn't have to tug too much on the stays. And can I just say thank god they don't wear hoops and bustles."
A smile split Angel's face as he softly caressed the low neckline of Willow's dress, "I don't know, Willow. There's a lot to be said for a corset."
A soft sigh escaped Willow's lips as she arched into his touch, "You just like the fact that my assets are pushed up and on display."
He leaned down to give her a quick kiss on the lips, "Yep."
Willow reluctantly pulled back, "I guess we should go meet the populace or at least find out if there is a populace."
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A small smile played across Willow's lips as they entered the village. "It's just like going back in time or going to one of those open air museums." She spun in a tight circle taking in all the sights and sounds and unfortunately smells. The clip clop of horse's hooves caught her attention and she twirled to see a horse drawn carriage coming down the path.
Angel put his hand on Willow's elbow and guided her out of the way as the carriage passed them. There was a woman occupant and as the coach pulled along side Willow and Angel she sneered and deliberately pulled the shade down.
"Well, that was rude," Willow huffed.
Angel kept his hand on Willow's elbow as they continued into the village, "It could be a class thing. We aren't exactly dressed for society."
Willow glared at Angel and then back at the retreating carriage, "That's no excuse to be rude. She could have just ignored us like we were invisible instead of deliberately snubbing us."
A smile quirked Angel's lips as he watched Willow get angry. He loved to see the fire in her eyes when she got into a righteous indignation. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Have I told you how sexy you look when you get angry?"
Willow turned to give Angel a blast of her anger when she saw the twinkle in his eye. She narrowed her eyes at him, "Are you making fun of me?"
Angel nipped at her earlobe before straightening up, "Nope, just telling you the truth. Come on, I'm sure the rest of the village will be different."
A concerned frown marred Willow's features as the fourth person they passed scowled at them and moved to the other side of the street. "Okay, is it just me or is this not a very friendly village? That's the fourth person to avoid our gaze and quickly get out of our way. What's going on?"
An important looking gentleman was making his way determinedly toward Willow and Angel. The wind made his frock coat billow out behind him and Willow thought he looked like an angry bird flapping his wings in the wind. Angel looked down at Willow, "I think we're about to find out."
"Mistress Ballustrode and Master Picart."
Willow turned to look behind them but there was no one there. "I'm sorry, sir but I'm afraid you've mistaken us for someone else."
"Is this more of your mischief? You and your lover." The man sneered at Willow and Angel. "You were warned what would happen if you ever returned from your banishment. The Council Law was quite explicit, prepare for your trial on the 'morrow."
Angel glared at the man and took a menacing step forward but stopped before he reached him. His eyes caught his reflection in the glass on a nearby building. His and Willow's reflection. His head whipped back to look at Willow and saw she still had her long red hair under her bonnet. However the reflection in the window showed long wavy dark hair and her features were a little softer. It was the woman in the portrait.
The man had taken a hasty step back when Angel stepped toward him. Now he puffed up with importance when he saw that Angel wasn't threatening him anymore. "The trial will begin mid-morning unless you return to your exile." He spun on his heels and without a backward glance returned to what looked like one of the main buildings.
Willow noticed Angel staring at a reflection, "Okay I know you haven't seen yourself in a long time but do you think you can tear your gaze away?"
Angel reached for Willow's hand and pulled her closer to the glass, "What do you see?"
Willow rolled her eyes and looked at the glass. Her eyes widened and with trembling fingers she raised her hand to her cheek. She watched in horror as her reflection did the same. "But that's impossible." Willow's eyes turned to see Angel's reflection. She let out a soft yelp, "B-but that's not what you look like. I mean it is but it isn't. How come our reflections aren't us? What's going on?"
"That man called you Mistress Ballustrode, wasn't that the name of the woman accused of witchcraft? Do you think the clock sent us back into the bodies of Millicent and her lover?"
"But if that DID happen how come I see you as you and you see me as me? I mean if we were in their bodies wouldn't I see you as him and you see me as her?" Willow began to walk quickly as her mind whirled with possibilities and questions, "Well, that would explain the whole having a heartbeat and not disappearing with the sun. If you're in this Master Picart's body you'd be human. Maybe we see each other as ourselves because we see the true souls within when we look at each other. God, I wish Giles were here to figure out what happened. Or at the very least have a wireless connection to the Internet."
Angel's long strides kept up with Willow's rapid footsteps as they walked back to the cottage. "Let's hope we can find the clock in the cottage and figure out how to send us back. Not really looking forward to the trial tomorrow, of course we can always try to figure out what island he meant and go there until we figure it out."
Willow suddenly stopped while Angel continued a few more feet before he noticed that Willow wasn't there. He turned back to her, "Willow, what's wrong?"
"I'm not leaving, Angel."
"What?"
"I mean, yeah if we find our way back of course I'm leaving but I'm not gonna go to whatever island that man was talking about. I have an opportunity to hopefully right a wrong if not for Millicent then for all those other innocents that were condemned wrongly in other trials. I can't leave, baby I just can't."
Angel tenderly stroked her cheek, "Then we don't leave."
~Part: 3~
Angel's eyes kept straying back to one of the outer buildings behind the cottage. He'd felt an unconscious need to investigate it since seeing it from the bedroom window while he and Willow searched for the clock.
Unable to deny the pull he called to Willow over his shoulder as he left, "I'm going to take a look out back. Maybe whoever carved the clock was working on it somewhere else."
Willow felt a small magickal pull to the loft that she hadn't felt before. It was a constant buzz at the back of her head like an annoying mosquito buzzing around her ear at night. Her mind was only half-listening to Angel as she concentrated on the magick trail. "'Kay."
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Angel cautiously approached the building. It wasn't that he sensed danger, it was just that he couldn't really put his finger on what it was about this place that drew him to it. This was the first time he felt not in control of his actions since Angelus took over in Sunnydale.
The first thing that he noticed as the door creaked open was the smell of fresh wood. There were wood shavings scattered all over the floor and woodworking instruments lying on a bench. A smile of delight lit his face, as he ran his hands longingly over the implements. Memories began to assault him, but the memories were not his own.
Spending lazy nights sitting in front of the fire as he watched his love prepare potions and while he carved a new piece. The look of love and delight on Millicent's face as she opened her gift that he had spent hours painstakingly carving flashed before his eyes. The memories were kaleidoscoping across his mind's eye causing the room to tilt and the last thought he had, as the room grew black was of Millicent.
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Willow carefully climbed the ladder that led to the loft. She ducked her head as she passed under the drying herbs, the scent of lavender filling her senses as she entered the loft.
Like a homing pigeon returning, Willow unerringly followed the magickal path to a loose board hidden behind a trunk. She slipped her hand behind the loose board and felt around. A small sigh escaped her as her fingers encountered a solid object. Willow smiled as she carefully pulled the object out and saw what looked like a book of shadows. Millicent's spell book.
Memories began to assault her as she flipped lovingly through the book. But the memories were not her own. Spending peaceful nights sitting in front of the fire preparing potions while her love carved his latest piece. Celebrating Beltaine with Lucien and standing in a protective circle casting her spells as Lucien watched on with love. The memories were moving so fast across her mind's eye that they were beginning to fade one to the other. Willow's memories were fading into Millicent's. The room began to spin and the last thought on her mind as she succumbed to the darkness was of Lucien.
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The sound of birds woke Lucien as he lay on the floor in his workshop. He groggily shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. The last clear memory he had was of Millicent telling him that she was going to work on a spell. She had been so angered at the thought of innocents being put to death just because they were suspected of practicing the Craft.
They had no fear for their own safety for Millicent had written a spell of protection that would send them far away. When Lucien had come to warn her that Councilman Thurgood and the rest of the "good" townspeople were coming to arrest Millicent for witchcraft she had laughed. "I've not hidden my witchcraft. I have practiced openly for years and will continue to do so. Was it not Councilman Thurgood who came to me for a potion for his wife so that they may bear children? If the "good" townspeople wish to put me on trial for my beliefs let them. If a witch is what they're hunting then a witch is what they'll find."
A small smile flirted along Lucien's lips as the memory faded. He had no doubts that his love was more than a match for the "good" townspeople. It wasn't until the news spread from other villages that innocents were being condemned for practicing on no more evidence than hate or jealousy. Like a neighbor being accused of witchcraft if their field yielded more grain than others.
Millicent became determined to help the innocents. That was the core of Millicent and the main reason he fell in love with her. She always put others before herself and firmly believed in the doctrine 'and harm it none'. She had decided to pay the Council a visit when she knew that council members from neighboring villages were to be present. She wanted to make a statement that would reverberate through the villages.
Lucien glanced around the shop trying to locate the clock that he had painstakingly finished the night before. Millicent was going to use it for her protection spell and as the final show for the members. His eyes pierced the shadows and spotted the clock lying on a shelf in the corner. He grabbed the clock and quickly went in search of Millicent.
"Millicent!" he called as he entered their cottage. "Love, I found the clock."
A noise from above drew his attention to the loft. She must have gone up to get her book of shadows and ingredients for the spells. Carefully climbing the ladder while holding the clock Lucien peered through the darkness into the loft.
A sly look spread across his features as he saw Millicent slumped over her open book. Like a cat stalking a mouse, Lucien carefully set the clock down and quietly approached his love. She looked so peaceful that he really hated to disturb her but the opportunity to scare her was too good to pass up.
Waiting until he was directly behind her Lucien grabbed her shoulder. He let out a startled yell as he felt his body being flown into the far wall. He smiled ruefully at her laughing face.
Millicent's delighted laughter echoed throughout the loft, "You should know better than to sneak up on a witch, love."
"I think I might be in need of my favorite witch's cure."
"And which one would that be?" Millicent smiled as she watched Lucien sit by her side.
"The laying of the hands with a witch's healing touch."
She laughed as she pulled Lucien in for a kiss and her hands caressed his back. Millicent sighed as she laid her head on his shoulder, "It's time, Lucien. The moon will be full tonight and the news of the Council is that they prepare their trials for the 'morrow. They plan on trying the innocents in a multi-community trial. They've brought the victims from all over and they will arrive tonight."
"I have faith in you, Millicent. Your heart is pure and your goddess has blessed your endeavor. You have told me of the risks involved in the protection spell but I know your goddess has blessed our union. We will know each other where ever we're sent." Lucien cupped Millicent's face and tenderly kissed her, "I will find you no matter where you go and no matter what time we live. I promised you eternity and I'll give you eternity."
Millicent tenderly returned Lucien's kiss. She poured all the love and happiness that lived in her heart since Lucien became her life into it. "The goddess truly blessed me when she brought you into my life. You live in my heart, Lucien and I know that my soul will search for yours no matter where or when we live."
"Do you have everything you need for tonight?" Lucien asked when they finally broke apart.
"I made the last of the potions after the visit from Mistress Webster."
"What did she want?"
"She made a deal with the Council that she would offer her family's island for us to escape to and I would remain forever exiled from here."
Lucien snorted, "To make sure you don't tell the Council of the potion you made for her more like."
A smile twitched at Millicent's lips, "I thanked her for her kind offer but left it unsaid that I wouldn't use it."
Lucien's eyes twinkled, "Is that why you've been reluctant to go to town these last few days? You, my love, have a very devious mind."
"I learned from the Master."
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Millicent handed Lucien a lamb's wool cloth to rub the potion onto the magickal symbols he'd carved into the clock. "Pour this onto the cloth and rub the symbols on the clock until the cloth is no longer wet."
A circle of salt surrounded them as Lucien carefully poured the potion on to the cloth. Making sure that no drops were spilled. The potion contained his and Millicent's blood and she had warned him of the consequences of dropping even a single droplet of it.
The symbols began to glow and light surrounded Millicent as she began the spell.
"A hundred years times three, the lovers are safe from thee. Their souls' search is complete when courage and trust becomes love without boundaries. Time and space are joined as one, as I will it so mote it be."
A bolt of light whipped from Millicent's outstretched hands, spinning to become a circle within a circle. The eternity symbol grew larger to envelope the two lovers in its magick. The hands on the clock began to spin in a clockwise motion. Three times they circled until they finally spun to a sudden stop and the glowing symbols faded to their normal hue.
Lucien stood in awe of Millicent. As many times as he'd been a part of her spell casting that was the first time that she'd been surrounded by her goddess' light.
"Ready?" Millicent asked with a smile.
Lucien carefully placed the clock into his woodworker's bag and took Millicent's hand. "It's time to show the "good" members of these villages what a real witch can do."
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Millicent calmly and confidently strode the front of the Hall. Murmurs that began at the back at the hall at her entrance grew louder as she approached the front. The innocents that stood accused of witchcraft were lined against the far wall followed her progress with a mixture of fear and hope.
Councilman Thurgood pounded his gavel against the table. "I will have order. Mistress Ballustrode you're accused of practicing witchcraft and consorting with demons. How do you plead?"
"I freely admit to being a witch as you well know Councilman Thurgood. Has your memory become impaired since the last time I brewed a potion for your family at your request? There is a spell I can cast that will improve it."
Twittering laughter could be heard from the line of the accused.
"But as for consorting with demons I will deny. Though if I found a demon that was more caring and tolerant than the "good" townspeople here appear to be I would in fact begin to consort with them freely."
Councilman Thurgood pounded his gavel again to return the Hall to quiet.
"You will stand with the others that are accused and face your punishment."
Millicent turned to the innocents as if to join them but stopped half way there. She turned on her heels and faced the Hall. "The others have performed magick as well?"
"Witnesses have testified that they have indeed used magick."
Millicent smiled as she turned back to the others and pointed at a young girl. "Can you do this?"
Lucien smiled as Millicent cupped her hands and a ball of energy appeared. It was one of the first things she learned as a young girl from her mother.
There was a loud gasp and a few shrieks of terror as Millicent turned the energy over her hand and let it float in front of her. The young girl that she had pointed to shook her head no and took a few steps back.
Millicent smiled kindly at her, "I didn't think so." She turned back to the Council members as the ball of energy floated around her. "This is an elementary spell learned by beginners. Like the little boy that cried wolf, you've found yourself a real witch. Not an innocent accused because of jealousy or fear but witch born of a witch."
Millicent waved her hand and the energy ball disappeared. She closed her eyes and raised her cupped hands. A slight breeze began to blow in the hall causing her hair to swirl about her.
Those in attendance would have sworn that they felt a cool breeze touch their cheeks. They saw a faint gold light surround her as she began to chant. Soft flakes of snow began to fall from the ceiling of the Hall.
The Council members stood as one and backed up against the far wall. Women screamed in terror and began to bolt for the doors. As suddenly as the blizzard began it ended.
Millicent pointed to the innocents standing against the wall, "Release." The ropes that had bound them together suddenly slackened and they began to scramble away.
Lucien came to stand next to his love and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Millicent tilted her head and rubbed her cheek against the back of his hand before opening her eyes and glaring at the Council members.
"A witch you wanted and a witch you found. Your children will live and learn and teach the lessons found this day. If they fail, one, two or three, this place will fall from grace. But if they turn back the dark, this place will forever bear the goddess' mark. This spell is the last cast by me, as I will so mote it be."
The blessed light of the goddess slowly faded as Millicent lowered her hands. Lucien pulled the clock from the bag and handed it over. Millicent pulled a small vial from her pocket and poured it over the clock. With her fingers entwined with Lucien's they carefully traced the symbols on the clock. As they traced the pentagram and the eternity symbol the hands of the clock turned to the bewitching hour and began to chime softly.
The symbols began to glow and Millicent chanted the final lines to the spell asking her goddess' blessing and assistance in the travel through time and space.
The tendrils of magick curved out from the symbols and the face to reach out toward and around Millicent and Lucien. Lucien held the clock tightly as the room began to spin and a flash of bright light filled the room.
In the empty space that had housed Lucien and Millicent, the clock softly fell to lie on its side. The carved symbols were slowly losing their glow as well as the glow on the clock face. The soft ticking of the pendulum was the only sound that could be heard in the room.
As panic filled the Hall the young girl that Millicent had pointed to earlier softly and reverently took the clock and placed it in her bag.
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A bright light filled Willow and Angel's home as the lovers completed their journey and their souls recognized the other.
Willow blinked her eyes trying to clear her thoughts as she looked at Angel, "Lucien?" she whispered.
Angel turned his head at the sound of his name softly called from his love's lips, "Millicent?" he whispered.
"Oh goddess, Angel!" Willow threw herself into his arms. Memories of their lives as Millicent and Lucien came flooding back, merging into the lives of Willow and Angel.
"Why didn't I recognize you when I first came to Sunnydale? I should have known it was you when I first saw you." Angel softly caressed Willow's cheek. He had always felt complete when he was with Willow and now he understood why.
Willow laid her head on his chest and was content to stand in Angel's embrace. "I think it was the spell I cast about courage and trust becoming love without boundaries. You sought redemption and thought the way was through Buffy and helping the Slayer. Until all the pieces fell into place our souls didn't recognize the other."
Narrator voice over: The witch and the vampire, two souls in search of their other half. And like all of us in our effort to find what is lost have stumbled along the way. They heard the voices of people and places in their past. Some thankful ghosts that cross their mind.that were once a part of the Twilight Zone.
The End