Who: Shannon, Neal and Colleen npc'd Giles, Glory, Willow and Buffy What: Coming back to Life When: as the magic is used to restore Shannon Warnings: A tiny slayer and a handsome prince are going to stop her from doing something slayerish.
As the minions gathered to escort Glory back home, Shannon began to thrash wildly in her cell. She was meant to help her master. It was time to fight, to bring Glory back home, and she did not understand why these mortals were stopping her from doing her duty. Neal and Colleen had been constant companions since she became one with Glory, and for awhile they seemed to soothe the young slayer. Now that they were working with Willow and Giles to keep Shannon in place while Willow and Giles used their magic to attempt to restore Shannon, she was anything but comforted by them.
If she could master her words, she would have told them all to get the hell away from her. Her master was calling to her and she needed to go help. It was time.
It was time!
Instead all she could do was drool and moan and thrash her long arms and limbs wildly while they worked to keep her restrained so the magic users could do their jobs. If they managed to bring her back, and they would because both were talented in their craft, not only would the slayer regain her free will as well as her mind, but they would have succeeded in weakening Glory as well. Shannon normally would have wanted them to succeed, but she was anything but normal now.
As the magic flickered into the air, colliding with all the other energy that sent electric charges through the sky, Shannon let out a moan that rivaled any zombie hoard. She dropped to the ground suddenly, feeling as if she was being flicked with magic the way one would be flicked with a whip. The cry that escaped her mouth was that of a wounded animal. She fell forward, a mass of sweat soaked dark hair concealing her face. The memories collided inside her head as the brain connected back with the rest of her.
Rage. So much rage at remembering what happened to her. Small fists banged furiously against the cell floor as the scream that escaped now was that of an infuriated slayer who had been caged against her will. "That bitch is going to die," was all she managed to say as she stood up, dark eyes alert and revealing the rage that was erupting inside her like a volcano. Her sister slayer seemed to know what she planned to do because suddenly the petite little slip of a brunette girl was guarding the cell doorway. "Get out of my way, C. I have a fight to finish."
Begin it, really. Because what happened with Glory before hadn't been a fight. She'd been an insect swatted down by a God. It wasn't fair, and the slayer needed retribution. She needed to redeem herself and she needed to save the world. Because that was what badasses did, and Shannon was a badass. Especially now that she wasn't still a drooling husk. When she lunged at the door, the shorter slayer blocked her. "I appreciate that you took care of me, C, but I will knock your ass out if you don't get the hel.."
Her words stopped as something ripped through to the core of her. It was like a piece of her soul had been cut out and she had to steady herself by reaching out to grab on to something. That something turned out to be Neal's arm. Her mouth opened as she gasped, eyes watering as the pain seemed to penetrate straight to the center of her heart.
Slayer down.
There was a slayer down.
"Buffy or Faith," she managed to say, horrified as she came to the realization another slayer was gone. One look at Colleen's face and she knew she felt it too. Buffy might be a vampire, but she was still a slayer. Faith was a slayer. Their leader. They were their big sisters, and the idea one of them...
"Move," she said roughly as she went for the door. Colleen wasn't moving. Neal was about to realize how small this cell was when the girls squared off.