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Fic: Escape Me Never (Willow/Angel) Prologue/10 FRAO/NC-17
I decided to start reposting a fic I just completed here by way of helping kick off the posting of longer works here. I hope it's new to some of you and that the rest of you don't mind seeing it again.
Gabrielle
Title: Escape Me Never (Prologue)
Author: Gabrielle
Pairing: Willow/Angel
Rating: FRT-13/PG-13 (This chapter only. The rest of this fic will go as high as NC-17)
Summary: What if nobody had been around to save Willow when Angelus had her in the hallway? (My prompt for the Which Willow ficathon)
Feedback: Please. Thank you.
Distribution: For now, just here and my site. (Oh, and Which Willow, of course)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Joss and a bunch of other people who are not now and have never been me.
Author's Notes: If this fic seems familiar, it is because it was inspired by my drabble series, Broken, which I had always intended to turn into a real fic. I am just glad that Which Willow came along and gave me the impetus to actually do that!
Author's Notes Two: All thanks and praise to lilbreck, purplefeen, kitty_poker, Em North, shannon730, and Danielle, all of whom did a lot of hand-holding and put up with my endless whining about being unable to write! I love you guys! This fic would not exist without you!
Escape Me Never
It was another Sunday afternoon in Sunnydale, California. The citizens were enjoying the day, seemingly oblivious to the fact that each one of them was lucky to have survived another night. They were blissfully unaware of the forces that ruled their town when night fell and the sun no longer lit the dark corners of their world, and they seemed destined to remain that way. Especially on days like today. Peaceful, sunny days. Children were riding their bicycles; pedestrians thronged the sidewalks outside the busy shops and restaurants in the center of town; cars made their way to the beach or other places of amusement. It was a picture-postcard day; no work, no school, no cares, no worries.
To anyone walking past Sunnydale High, all looked as it should. The parking lot was empty, the buildings appeared deserted, even the janitors were home with their families and friends, enjoying the weekend, before the sharp sound of school bells and the roar of teenage hordes made this a bustling center of activity once more.
But if anyone had been inclined to peer through the windows of the school library, they would have seen that all was not so quiet and empty as it seemed. For the school was not entirely deserted after all. No, there were four people solemnly gathered amidst the desks and bookcases; four people who knew too much about the true nature of Sunnydale; about the forces that ruled it; and about the danger that lurked in every corner. They had come on foot, not wanting their vehicles to give away their presence to spying eyes, and they had come with a purpose. They had one chance, one hope, though it was a faint one, to save one of their own from the clutches of the darkest evil that dwelt in their midst.
The Slayer, her Watcher, a gypsy, and a best friend sat in a circle, the tools of a once-lost spell at its center. They were silent, too afraid to speak of what they feared most. That they would fail. That they were too late. That their friend was lost to them forever. So they kept quiet. But for a moment, the panic took over as Buffy, Giles, and Xander looked at each other, then looked away. The sight of their terror reflected in each other’s eyes was too much. It threatened to break the composure and focus they needed to make this work. To be the heroes who saved the day for the most innocent and least deserving of a terrible fate of any of them, the heroes who came to Willow’s rescue, a rescue which they hoped against hope was not too late already. So all eyes focused on Jenny, trying desperately to believe that the daughter of the people who had cursed Angel to begin with had the strength to curse him again.
If she felt the weight of her mission, Jenny gave nothing away. She appeared utterly calm, as if she were performing an everyday task. She looked down, mentally tallying what sat before her, then visibly centered herself. With a barely perceptible nod, she motioned for Giles to start the spell.
“Quod perditum est. Invenietur.”
“Not dead, nor not of the living. Spirits of the interrignum I call.”
As the power worked its way through Jenny Calendar, a vampiress in a mansion at the other end of town began to shriek and wail. Her worst fear was coming to pass and it could not be stopped. Drusilla slumped to the floor as the spell was completed, helpless in the face of the forces which were taking her sire away from her. The soul of a vampire had been restored. Angelus was Angel once more.
End Prologue