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"Chosen Ones"Written By: Dùlin
Archive: This arc is archived on this site with permission. Do not reproduce it anywhere without permission. Disclaimer : I don't own them. Life is not fair. Rating : R to NC-17 for violence Warnings : Crossover GW/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
which means, AU and OOC-ness for the GW characters (since they're
not humans, niark niark !) Pairings : 1x2, 3x4, 6x5, explicit references to past 13x5 Author's note : You need to know quite a bit about
the Buffy universe to understand this fic. If you don’t know
what Buffy is or stopped watching after season two, just take a browse
on the official UPN site to see what the heck this is all about. The greatest thanks to the ever faithful Karina, to Amejisuto and the best beta-reader of the world, Laurence-sama ! Please do not take or reproduce without permission.
"Chosen Ones"
Part 15 - “When all seems lost and even Death cries …” Buffy was about to take a step forward when a known figure suddenly stepped onto the lawn. “Spike ! What the hell are you doing here ?!” The vamp looked disoriented. He shot a puzzled look at the two groups of Spirits and frowned. “To Hell if I know what I’m supposed to be doin’ here !”, he said finally. “What’s going on ? Why am I here ?” “Good question, but I think I was the one to ask it”, Buffy said. The vampire shrugged. “I don’t have a clue why I came here”, he said. “I just … I had to come.” “It’s the spell”, Quatre said suddenly. “He’s been trying to fight it, and he doesn’t really know what he’s doing.” “Great timing”, Buffy groaned. “Who’s that ?”, Dorothy asked. “No one”, Buffy answered. “Please by all means feel free to kill him by accident.” “Hey !”, Spike protested. “Move over, Spike !”, Buffy snapped. “If you wanna get out of here alive, fight !” The vampire groaned something unintelligible. Suddenly, Morgoth took a step forward and extended his hand in front of him. And that’s when disaster began. **** Quatre was fighting fiercely, but it was like his body was acting on its own, while his mind was working on a lot of other things. Fighting Dorothy was almost routine for Quatre, and they knew each other’s moves so well that it really looked like some dance they had been rehearsing and were now performing. Spells flew in the air, were blocked or deflected. Quatre didn’t even really think about the fight, all he needed now was some time. His overactive mind was doing a hundred things at the same time. Buffy and the Scoobies were in the process of eliminating the demons and vamps in a most effective manner. Their speed was amazing, although it should not have surprised Quatre. They were used to functioning as a team and had been doing this for years. Part of Quatre’s mind was checking on his brothers to make sure they were alright. And he was also scanning all of the possibilities that were in front of them and trying to decide which one was the good one. Iria and the Legions of the Dream were fighting the Maguanac Legions. Quatre was mentally directing the Legions of the Dream. ‘Iria, try to turn them back !! Don’t kill them unless you have to !’ Quatre gave a start when he felt the stinging of the blade in his side and the blood dripping to the floor. Maybe it was time to concentrate a bit more on the fight, or Dorothy would try to take advantage of him. The Dream Spirit’s eyes turned golden, and his scimitar appeared in his right hand, blocking the next blow. Quatre felt something tickle him as Trowa’s power went to heal his wound. “You don’t seem to be here with me, Quatre”, Dorothy smirked. “There’s no need to try and use your foresight to see what’s going to happen. I can tell you that. You are all going to die.” Quatre unleashed his mental power. The wave hit Dorothy before she could deflect it, sending her a few meters backwards and taking her breath away. “You were the one who told me not to assume, Dorothy”, Quatre said between short breaths. “But there you go again.” The blond Spirit advanced on his enemy, his voice ringing with cold fury. “You really think I will let you live after what you did to my people ?”, he yelled. “You really think you can corrupt the spirits I have grown with and get away with it ?!” Golden tears of rage began to roll down Quatre’s cheeks. Dorothy should never have tried to escape her fate. She should never have tried to make Quatre fight his own people. Someone had to pay for this, for all the pain, for all the deaths. And someone was going to pay. Dorothy began to grow afraid. For the first time, she realized that what she had thought to be her best move may have been a mistake. Quatre’s devastation had been replaced by anger and rage much too soon. He held her responsible (in which he was right), and knew that if he killed her, the spell she had cast on the Maguanac Legions would be broken. And he had apparently every intention to do so. “Beware, Dorothy ! You are about to meet your fate. You wanted to mess up with the Dream. Welcome into the world of the Nightmare.” And Quatre’s image suddenly blurred in a golden mist, making hundreds of Quatre appear around Dorothy. All of them were shooting murderous look to the lonely spirit in the middle of their circles. They held out their right hands and began to mutter an incantation. Dorothy clutched her head and screamed. **** Trowa and Sally were very busy in their own way. They were killing demons by ripping them open and poisoning their blood, and in the same time, they were checking on their fellow spirits and on the humans and healing their wounds. They worked smoothly, as a perfect tandem, without a word. Their own wounds did not seem to matter to them. They closed and disappeared as soon as they were done. Trowa was sending as much energy as he could to all of the Spirits, saving some for himself and Sally. Quatre was using his reflective spell again. Hundreds of blond boys with white pants and blue cloaks were holding Dorothy under their spell. The ex-Dream spirit was fighting back fiercely, although screaming in pain. She aimed as much blows as she could to the figures surrounding her, making them disappear in a puff of golden smoke. She had not managed to find the real Quatre yet. Zechs was fine for the moment, but it was just a matter of time for his energy to start going low. Wufei was fighting Treize so fiercely it was a wonder to Trowa that the man was still standing, but then, he still had some skill in combat. Heero and Une were once more engaged in a deadly dance, bolts of lightning hitting the ground erratically around them. The sound of thunder was continuous now and almost deafening. Duo was hovering above the fight, trying to turn back some Darkness Spirits and helping the Scoobies with some particularly fierce demons. His power was the only one who was actually increasing, since the number of casualties was rising with each moment. **** “Come on, guys ! Don’t be stupid !” Duo looked around at the dozen of Darkness Spirit who were encircling him. He could understand that they had chosen to follow Morgoth, but he was still disappointed in them. Even a fool knew when not to play with Death. Or when it actually became dangerous to play with Death. But those ones were grinning stupidly and raising their weapons. And not listening to him a bit, Duo noticed. Trying to turn them back would probably be a waste of time, but he had to try. He shot a look towards Heero, who was fighting Une. It was difficult to say who had the upper hand in this, since they took it in turn to attack and fall back. “Come on, Heero ! I know you more pissed-off than that !”, Duo muttered to himself. “You can do much, much better.” Duo turned back to the Darkness Spirits. “Be reasonable, guys ! I don’t wanna hurt you !” One of the Spirits ran to Duo, weapon raised. Duo caught him by the throat and lifted him off the ground. There was a disgusting sound as his fingers suddenly went through flesh and muscles, tearing the Spirit’s throat apart. Duo’s eyes turned very dark as he absorbed the other Spirit’s essence into his own power. He then threw the corpse on the floor. “I don’t wanna hurt you, but it doesn’t mean I won’t, asshole !” The other spirits began to advance threateningly. Duo sighed. They were hopeless. He conjured a thick dark smoke that engulfed him and his attackers. “You made your choice ! No time for regrets now ! Say goodbye to your life !” **** Treize came to face Wufei. For what seemed eternity, the two spirits only stared at each other, as if trying to know who would turn his gaze away first. Wufei didn’t give in. He pulled every part of his concentration forward. His eyes turned a flickering red, and he smiled a bit. Quatre’s voice was resounding in his head. /Treize is dead. If you have decided to kill him, it’s like he’s already dead./ To Wufei’s satisfaction, his ex-lover was the first to look away. The Fire spirit smirked. “Have you gone soft when you forsook your people, Treize ? Can’t you look me in the eyes anymore ? Could you be ashamed of your actions ?” This hurt Treize’s pride. “Ashamed ? What should I be ashamed of ?” “You’re asking ? You really understood nothing, Treize.” “I think you misunderstood my motives, Wufei. Yes, that’s right, I wanted more power, and used a way that could give that to me. I don’t get why you should be offended by it. I offered you to come with me.” Wufei sighed. “I hunted you down for thousands of years and already killed you once, and you still don’t understand ? I thought we were alike, but we are not, Treize. I, for one, am not a sneaky bastard who completely forgot about his people, his honor, and his sense of integrity.” “So you think I forsook my honor.” “That is evident. How could you do such a thing as leaving behind what you were born to be ? How could you forget that none of us is allowed to change the order of the world ? How could you be so arrogant … and so naïve ?” “Naïve ?”, Treize asked, anger in his voice. “Do you really think that he will share power with you, Treize ? He doesn’t need you. Not anymore. You lost your honor to serve a creature that is dishonorable. You don’t deserve to be a Spirit of the World anymore.” Treize knew that he needed to find some other weapon to win Wufei back. He countered with the only thing he could think of. “What about our love, Wufei ? Can you forget the thing we had ? Can you throw it away like it was nothing ?” Pain flashed briefly in Wufei’s eyes. But he had to be strong. For his brothers. For Zechs. He braced himself, controlling the shivering of his limbs. “I cannot forget, Treize. This is part of who I am.” A red light glowed in his and elongated to take the form of a katana. Wufei held it firmly with two hands. “But I can get over it.” “What ?”, Treize said, and this time, a distinct fear could be heard behind those words. “You heard me. I have someone now. Someone who truly cares for me. For who I am. You wanted me to be like you. He wants me just as I am, as myself. I love him. And I will not fail him.” “You can’t walk away from me like this”, Treize hissed. “You were the one who walked away. I am not your pet. Justice is a holy fire, Treize. And now it wants payback.” Wufei looked up, eyes a flaming red. “Nataku, I beseech Thee. Come to the aid of thy rightful servant, and hold out your hand to punish the unworthy.” There was a bright flame as a female Chinese Spirit materialized beside Wufei. She was wearing exactly the same outfit, and her eyes were a fierce red. “Wufei, don’t”, Treize said, trying to find a way to escape. “You are going to regret it all your life. Eternal regret is not pleasant.” “I don’t regret anything”, Wufei snapped. “You used me. You tricked me. I killed you and you tricked me again. And still you hope that I will come back to you. Pay your tribute to honor and Justice, Treize. Face your actions in her eyes, and see if you can be forgiven.” Treize took a step back. “You remember what answer I gave you last time you asked me to come to the other side with you ?”, Wufei said nastily. He brandished his katana, ferocity alive in his red eyes. “Now you ask again, and I am about to give you exactly the same answer.” **** Zechs was thrown backwards against a wall and fell heavily on the floor. He felt blood in his mouth. Quatre was right, the odds for him fighting without shedding blood were not in his favor. Before Morgoth could place another blow, The Light Spirit conjured a shield of blinding white light and got up again. Zechs noticed that although they were having a hard time at it, their enemies were slowly dragging them towards the Hellmouth. He could not let that happen. He could not fail now. He held out his hands, the light in them fighting the darkness coming form his attacker. “Why don’t you give in ?”, Morgoth sneered. “Why don’t you accept your fate ? You and your five little spirits can do nothing now to stop us. Even if you kill Dorothy, Une and Treize, you can’t stop me from doing what I intend to do.” “We can and we will”, Zechs answered through gritted teeth. The jewel on his brow shone briefly white. “I will not let you have this world, Morgoth. You are way over your head here. You will fail.” “I cannot fail.” “You can fail. You are not as powerful as you believe. You let a human make fun of you and live. I hardly understand how that could happen if you were half as sure of yourself as you pretend to be.” “Silence !” Zechs smiled. So his enemy wasn’t that sure of his power. Zechs shot a look to the hundreds of Quatre fighting Dorothy. Only Quatre could tell them when exactly to break the link. And it had better be soon, or it would be useless. **** “Last time we met, you let me kill you !”, Heero said. “This time, I won’t let you escape so easily !” Une dodged a bold of lightning and attacked rightaway. The German sword and the Japanese saber connected, sending sparkles in all direction. “I will celebrate on your corpse, Heero Yuy”, the Darkness Spirit said viciously. “Your lover will watch as I dismember you and feed him with your power !” This time, Une couldn’t dodge the wave of telekinesy that sent her into a wall. “Don’t you dare touch Duo !”, Heero growled, his eyes sparkling with electricity. “Who will prevent me from doing that ? You ?” “If you try to harm him, you will find me on your way, Une !” Une laughed. The sound strangled in her throat when she saw arcs of electricity waving themselves along the long saber of her opponent, dancing around the blade. Heero didn’t even touch her. He just pointed the sword towards her and blinked. The lightning hit her straight in the middle of the chest and sent her back on the lawn, panting and gasping for breath. The ground began to shake a little as Heero advanced on her. “I thought you valued the virtues of work, Une ? Looks like there is a lesson you didn’t learn.” “Which one ?”, Une snapped. “You don’t mess with a Weather Wielder when he’s already in a pissy mood.” A mini tornado appeared in Heero’s left hand. It grew rapidly, the violent winds making everything around fly. Une thought fast. She could dodge this by disappearing, but Heero could create another typhoon as soon as she would appear again. She had to find some way to incapacitate Heero enough time to finish him off. She vanished in a puff of dark smoke and appeared again just behind him. He didn’t have time to make a move before she plunged her sword into his back to the hilt. **** Duo felt the blow as if it had actually been aimed at him. He turned to see Heero, eyes wide open and staring at the blade that was going through him in disbelief. Then, Une pulled the sword out, and Heero fell heavily on the grass. “NOOOOOOO !” If Une had thought she could finish Heero off, she had been mistaken. She found herself surrounded by a suffocating black smoke and unable to tell where she was. Duo ran to Heero and kneeled beside him. Around, total chaos was making the scene look strange and unreal. All of the Spirits felt what had happened. The shock was so much for Quatre that he lost his concentration and his illusions disappeared. He wasn’t fast enough to dodge Dorothy’s next blow. She used the hilt of her dagger to hit him right in the face, and managed to stab him in the ribcage again before he finally pushed her back. Trowa was at his side in an instant, but Quatre refused to be healed right now. “Get Heero ! Now !”, he said. “I can manage, but he needs you !” Trowa nodded and left to where Duo was cradling Heero, the chest of the Warrior Spirit on his knees. The Healer noticed with a shock that black tears were now running along the Death Spirit’s cheeks. “No”, Duo moaned. “Don’t do that to me, Heero. Don’t do that to me. Stay with me, please.” Trowa tried to make Duo let go, but his grip on Heero was too strong. “Duo, please let go”, he said in his most soothing voice. “I can help him, but you have to let go. Please, listen to me, Duo.” Duo finally loosened his grip, but it was not because Trowa had asked. Une was just emerging from the cloud of darkness he had conjured to stop her. A feral grin appeared on Duo’s face. “You”, he said very low. “You almost killed him.” Une began to tremble. A black light erupted in Duo’s hand, slowly transforming into a long black scythe. “Prepare to meet thy end, for it is close now.” Zechs could see that this was a total disaster. Quatre and Heero were wounded. Wufei was having some success against Treize, but the spirit was fighting back fiercely. Duo was completely out of his mind because of what had happened, and Trowa was trying to heal Heero with all his power. As for himself, he was scratched all over from repeatedly being sent into walls, and his white outfit was stained red with blood. Buffy and the Scoobies were fighting bravely, but if the Spirits didn’t do something soon, it would be over. Demons and vamps seemed to come out of every corner, throwing themselves into the battle. No one really knew who Spike was fighting for, since he killed any demon or vampire that came into his reach. Zechs gave a start when Quatre materialized at his elbow. “Inside, now !”, the blond spirit said. “On the Hellmouth, we have to use the Incarnation spell.” Zechs eyes widened at the suggestion. “Is there no other way ? A less dangerous way ?” The Light Spirit got how stupid that sounded immediately after talking. “I’ll get Wufei and Nataku”, he said. “The others will follow us inside.” Quatre nodded and disappeared in a puff of golden mist. He first appeared again near Sally and beckoned to her to move into the discarded building. She nodded and disappeared in a green light. Then, Quatre went to join Trowa near Heero. The Warrior Spirit was very pale, but his eyes flickered open when Quatre appeared. Trowa shot a look to Quatre. “Get inside, on the Hellmouth. We need to perform the Incarnation spell now.” “We will lack energy”, Trowa said. “We will use the one coming from the Hellmouth.” “It can’t suit, Quatre. It’s Dark energy.” “You can convert it. You just need some help. You need Duo.” They looked at Duo. Death was harvesting his crops. Une had summoned every demon she could reach to protect herself, but Duo’s scythe was just cutting them off, his eyes completely black and fixed on his lover’s tormentor. “I’ll get him”, Quatre said unnecessarily. “Get Heero inside.” Trowa and Heero disappeared. Quatre braced himself. He had to be careful. If he appeared at the wrong moment, Duo could take his head off without even noticing. Quatre took a deep breath and vanished. He appeared just behind Duo. Duo turned back and faced him, tears still running down his cheeks. Quatre held out his right hand and touched Duo’s forehead. “Come with me, Duo. Heero is fine, he’s inside. Come with me, we need you.” Duo hesitated for a second, his rage still taking over. But he finally took Quatre’s hand, and let his brother lead him out of the battlefield. Quatre shot a worried to look to Buffy, who noticed it immediately. “Do what you have to do”, she yelled. “I can handle things here ! Just don’t take too long !”
“Here’s what we’re going to do”, Quatre said. “Duo, you will draw power from the Hellmouth and give it to Trowa for him to convert it. Then Trowa will send it to all of us, and we will start the incantation. Hurry, it won’t take long for them to find us.” There was an absolute silence as the spirits proceeded as Quatre had asked them to. Their eyes were closed. When they suddenly opened again, they were blazing white. Zechs was standing in the middle of the circle, eyes closed and head bent. It had been a long time since he had last had to use the Incarnation spell, but Quatre was right, there was no other way. Quatre’s voice suddenly rose, beginning to chant the incantation. “We bow to the power of Love. We revere it and accept it in our hearts. For the love of the World, we forsake our powers and offer them to the Chosen One, for him to become the Living Incarnation of the Real Power. Come forth, Craftsman of the Peace. We call Thee. We beseech Thee. Come forth and unveil your power, so that the Right shall be restored and the Wrong punished.” A blinding white light filled the room. Zechs’
head jerked upwards and his mouth opened in a silent scream as the
power filled his body in a mind-numbing pain. ~ * ~ |
