Rose In The Moonlight
By Ash
Title: Rose in the Moonlight 1/?
Author: Ash (The lurking one)
E-Mail: [email protected]
Distribution: See, want, mention it, take.
Disclaimer: So not mine. None of it. Well, some of it. But just
the plot,
I swear. *g*
Feedback: Makes my day, my week, my month... you get the idea.
Rating: Darned if I know.
Author's Notes: Well, I've snapped.
It had to happen eventually. This is
what happens when I want to write a story to thank Charibob for being
nice... strange, strange results. :)
Part One
They say that opposites attract.
This doesn't really relate to the story,
other than the fact that there are many nagging questions brought up by that
statement- namely, who the hell are They, and how exactly do They know that?
Not to mention the side question that, since nobody has ever actually
spoken to a They, who exactly are They saying this *to*?
These are the kind of questions you should
never ask on a Hellmouth, a place
that thinks every statement should be foreshadowing some kind of great evil,
up to and including the statement, "Hey! Let's get some ice cream!".
(Not
to mention its determination to never let lines like "Well, at least things
can't get any worse!" pass by. Demonic power is a bad thing in itself,
but
demonic power with a weakness for straight lines is worse.)
All of which goes to explain why everyone
on the Hellmouth was basically
doomed. Maybe not capital d Doomed, with the whole hellfire and monsters
feasting on their entrails and everything that goes along with that
particular brand of unpleasantness. Buffy had proved herself adept at
warding off that sort of thing. But little d doomed, that was another
story.
So, when Willow told Tara that she wanted
to try a magical spell to make two
minds mesh and work in harmony, she should have known. Not exactly what
would happen, because come on. Who would have guessed that? But
she should
have known *something* would happen. If nothing else, her track record
should have clued her in. Willow's experiences with the dark arts could
have been marketed under the title "Bewitched: the lost episodes"
But no. She was very hopeful about
it. She felt sure that it would be a
turning point in her magical education. She just knew that after this,
everything would be different. (Hint: this is the part in the movie
when
the audience should start screaming "Noooooo! Don't do it, Willow!")
Alas. There was no audience, and
it probably wouldn't have helped anyway if
there had been. (It would have been very amusing, and Willow would probably
had a panic attack, but that's not helpful.) So they set up for the spell,
two cutely naïve university students, ready to cheerfully shrug aside years
of superstition and dive headlong into the realm of Things Mortal Man Should
Not Know.
Because hey! That's just a suggestion,
right? Sure, it's been carved by
demon talons into the skulls of a thousand wizards, sure, the barrier
between the worlds is there for a reason, and sure, we *are* directly over a
Hellmouth. But never mind all that.
And so Willow and Tara watched with wide
eyes as the rose began to float.
That might have been a good place to leave off. After all, there are
children in third world countries who never get to float any roses *at all*,
so let's not get greedy! (And eat all your vegetables.)
But noooo... that'd have been too easy.
Willow had to mesh with someone,
had to send her mind out questing for another one like it, looking for the
right kind of power.
Witches aren't like Energizer batteries.
They don't have little buttons on
the side that you press to see how much power they have. Willow had always
thought of herself as a weak member of the magical profession. (There
will
be a brief intermission for everyone to break into hysterical laughter.
All
done now? Good.)
Given that belief, it isn't surprising
that when she sent her mind out to
mesh with Tara's, she sent it out with every bit of power she had, fearful
that it wouldn't reach her friend. And it isn't surprising that she was
looking for a mind like her own, a mind of similar power and abilities.
None of this is very surprising, but it
surprised the hell out of Willow
when she felt her extended energy seized in a grip like iron and was drawn
into a meshing of minds that was nothing at all like what she had expected.
She had expected to feel a slight swell of power as two trickling streams
merged into a river.
What she got was a feeling like her blood
was boiling in her veins, a raw
surge of power that liquefied her bones and hummed in her chest like a
second heart beating next to her own.
Which is when the rose decided to do its
kamikaze Corsage Of Death
impersonation, zooming around the room like a heat-seeking missile.
When
it landed, sans head, this might have been a clear indication that Willow
had wandered down a side trail, off the Path of Enlightenment.
After all, a headless rose is one of the
most traditional signs that Bad
Things are afoot. Whether delivered to your door by stalkers, left on
your
pillow by... well, stalkers again, or found in the midnight garden of the
Adams family, a headless rose just screams... okay, it doesn't scream
anything. What it does, to those of us who understand the concept of
foreshadowing, is say that the people involved may be screaming. Very,
very
soon.
Willow and Tara packed up their various
occult instruments for piercing the
veil between this world and the ones outside, and left. They were both
wondering about different things, though neither voiced their thoughts.
Tara was wondering why the rose moved, since she'd never been able to feel
the touch of Willow's mind.
Willow was wondering why she still had
lightning darting through her veins,
and why her hands were trembling. And why, just before they left,
she
picked up the headless rose and held it to her cheek, feeling the brush of
spirit petals against her cold skin.
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