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(a)
Angel couldn't believe it, Willow had found a spell to permanently fix his soul to him. He was so happy. Thankfully he was still so troubled by the past for it not to release his demon. He picked Willow up and danced around the room grinning madly. Buffy and Cordelia looked on with bemused smiles as Willow tried her best to escape. Giving up her futile effort she clung to him, not really too upset at her position. They had had a wonderful time at dinner the previous night and she waited until everyone was together before she told Angel. She loved the fact that she had made him happy. It made her all warm inside.
She grinned at him, feeling the hold on her slacken, she took in some
much needed air "We need to wait for the supplies but Giles said it wouldn't
take long, most of them are here and the rest might be in today." Angel
put the poor redhead down and sobered slightly. He still couldn't help
the grin that kept twitching at his mouth. The love he felt for Willow
had previously been immense but now it was overwhelming. He moved to the
table and leaned against it looking
over the group before him, they all seemed to have matching grins.
Even Giles was smiling. "What do we do?" He asked.
Willow took a deep breath before outlying the ceremony. Angel would have to stand in a pentegram while each of the scoobies held candles and chanted separate phrases in Latin. Willow had been coaching them so they all knew their phrases off by heart. She, herself would be standing at the head of the pentegram and performing the main spell of restoration and binding. Angel nodded to all of this before asking "Is it dangerous" Willow smiled before saying "No, that's the best bit, no danger for anyone" Just then the door jingled. They all turned round to see the deliveryman. All of them whooped at the sight. The deliveryman was not expecting such a welcome and looked very confused. Giles went to sort the man out while the rest of the group moved out into the back training room to prepare for the ceremony.
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Something felt very wrong to Spike. He hated this feeling, the knowing Without knowing. Although he felt sure it was something to do with the petite redhead he had left behind, not wanting to face the rejection as yet one more person he loved chose Angel over him. But now the tension was growing in him, and he had heard in certain circles that his Sire was on the move again, and that never meant well for others. He was currently sitting in the demon kareoke bar Caritas. He had just finished a rendition of My Way by the Sex Pistols and was waiting for the odd looking Demon to come and see him. "Hi, I'm Lorne, That drink ok for you, I could have James here make you up a new one, with a bit more colour???" Spike looked up at the green face before growling, "No the drink is fine, I want to find out what you sense" "Ahh a man of business so very like your Grandsire, that's what I like about your family, y'know, well what I see.. hmmm are you sure you don't want another drink?" Lorne was desperately trying to soften the blow this reading was going to bring but he didn't think it would work, "just tell me my bloody fortune" Spike retorted. "Hmmm ok then, you're sitting comfortably?"
Half an hour later Spike was on the road to Sunnydale, hoping he would
get there on time.
(b)
The Wind howled and he could here the chanting, deep within him it echoed pulling at him. He stood silent against the Wind. A new voice joined, taking the lead in the chanting, the power flowed through him from it. The Wind brought scents to him, earthy smells, grounding ones. He stood alone in it, surrounded by chanting voices and facing the one he loved. That thought leapt at him from the others, This one out of all of them he loved. With his everything. She tied him here, bound strings around his heart, and attached them to herself.
Willow started to shake with the force of the magic going through her.
She had long ago abandoned rational thought, immersing herself in the World
Angel's soul had created. He stood there buffeted by wind and she understood.
This was what he went through. She chanted on trying to still the wind
and make it safe for him. She sent out mental thread and twined his heart
to hers. He loved her, she knew, with Everything he was. She wished she
could be the same. A
shadow appeared in the clearing at her thoughts. Spiked hair upon his
head. A growl emmenated from the souled vampire. Willow shuddered and started
concentrating once again. Chanting harder she bound him further to her.
But something was wrong; even now she could sense it. A battle waged and
it wasn't something she could control.
He couldn't stop the growl at the intruder in his glade. The spiked hair had given away its identity. He looked again at the one he loved with his everything, and realised that she never would do likewise, unless he took some drastic steps and in this his dreamscape he did not realise how drastic they would be. In the calm now surrounding him he gave up, and let the demon live. Rearing up Angelus looked menacingly at the witch in his mind. Growling low he promised her revenge, for many things, for resouling him, for loving him and most of all for binding him to her, so he would never be free.
Willow realised quickly and sent out a mental warning to the group hoping
they would flee. But knowing that there energy was almost gone. She initiated
a blast aimed for her beloved vampire, intending to stun him unconscious,
so they could all get safely away. He was lost forever now, she knew his
soul had fled before the final binding and would never be able to return.
Tears flowed down her cheeks, while she escaped his mind, knowing the horrors
there would be nothing compared to reality.