FF: Tireseus:Sins Of The Body: Chapter Three

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Series: Tireseus 
Title: Sins of the Body 
Chapter: Three 
Rating: R 
Pairing: Willow/Buffy 
Spoilers: Anything is up for grabs. 
Timeline: This is probably around season three. It takes 
place during school year after the cycle. 
Beta Readers: Scotty Welles, Dark Gremlin, 
Shadow Mage 

Summary: A spell sends Willow's life spiraling out of control, and 
no matter what she does things only get more and more complicated. 

Disclaimer: So not mine 

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CHAPTER THREE 
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Willow sat back in her chair, staring at the books scattered around her. She'd spent the entire morning, 
searching through the history of Sunnydale before finally finding what she was looking for. The papers 
slipped through her fingers as the fear inside herself deepened. 

The mansion had once been the talk of the town, only the highest of the high society could even 
approach the majestic building. The family that owned it had come from a long line of royalty, tracing 
back to early England. 

The Carets had lain a whole new set of do's and don'ts. Their dinner parties were the highlight of every 
month, involving politicians, Shakespearean actors, and over paid doctors. The horseless carriage's 
would line up for blocks and blocks just to get in, sometimes guest not even making it to the door before 
the party ended. 

The youthful couple, Claire and Gregory, were atmosphere it's self. Walking into the room, their mere 
presence would send the lowest roach running for cover. Their soulless eyes raking over each person 
with a bored dismissal. 

Their children, Christine, Joseph, and Gabrielle, were even worse. The three son's would scare the 
religion out of anybody they met, no matter how briefly. Their dark black eyes were emotionless, except 
the few times that a hint of satanic humor would escape their masks. 

Christine had been known for his strong quiet. He had no problem getting girlfriends, keeping them was 
the trouble. It took him almost all of his twenty eight years to finally get engaged. His fiancée could have 
been his twin. The dark black eyes holding the same ill harm. 

Joseph was lighter, his blazing red hair, setting off his sharply angled face and tall lean body. He tended 
to stay away from women, taking an almost obsessive interest in Jacob. The families grounds keeper. The 
twenty year old had managed to convince the younger man that a relationship was preferable. 

The last son, Gabrielle, was short and stout. His ungainly face, making it hard for him to leave the house. 
During his fifteenth birthday, he'd confessed his hidden feeling's to his best friend. Emily had slapped 
him, screaming in horror at the idea of being anything more to him. 

The younger sibling had taken it hard. Going out to the barn, and returning with a chain saw. The 
following massacre had killed twenty three friends and family. Soaking the house in blood, until the 
walls, floors, and ceiling's were painted red. 

The police spent the next week searching for the teenager, only to find what was left of his body in the 
old mill. Blood and flesh had been ground into a fine grain, leaving nothing to identify him with. Later, the 
police had connected him to a number of accidental deaths over the previous year. Including that of his 
grandmother. 

" Willow." 

" AHHH!" She leaped from the table, swerving around to face...Giles. " Don't do that. You almost gave 
me a heart attack. Sheesh." 

The watcher shifted uncomfortably, " Ah, well yes, I apologize. However, I was curious as to what you 
were doing in here." 

" I was researching." 

" I see, and may I ask what was so important that you felt you should miss class?" 

She shifted, and looked down at her feet. " I don't think that Justin and Truity's deaths are as accidental 
as everyone thinks." 

" Why do you think that?" 

" I'd rather not say." Willow looked up at him sadly, " Please Giles, I know you don't like to jump to 
conclusions, but I swear to you, I know that this isn't just fate." 

Giles sighed and nodded, " Very well, let's get to work then." He picked up the book she'd been reading 
before he'd entered the room. " The Caret's?" 

Willow ducked her head under his intense stare, " I think we may have released something when that 
wall caved in." 

" Oh dear." He took his glasses off and began to clean them, " Are you sure?" 

" Y-yeah." 

" Then we're in even worse trouble than you thought." 

She clenched her fist holding back the panic she felt, " Why?" 

" The Carets family line are the single descendants of Lucifer. Gabrielle's face and bodily feature's were a 
result of that heritage. Naturally they were part demon, and as such inherited strong magical ability. The 
entity, Aztarin, was around long before Lucifer's fall from heaven. The Vatican removed the section of the 
bible that explained Aztarin's being the original first evil. Aztarin can only function in a host, the only 
other way it can exist is in a enclosed area that's had the Breath of Satan performed on it. The draw back 
of having a host, is that it is limited by the hosts abilities and mortality. In fact, as far as the story goes 
the only way Aztarin can die is if it's host dies while it's still occupying them." 

" So he can take anyone as a host?" 

" No, of course not, only relatives of the Carets." 

Willow swallowed hard, not liking where this was heading. " But they died when Gabrielle... went 
homicidal." 

" Actually, that's not true. The brother.....What's his name again?....Joseph. That's it. There's a watcher's 
diary....now what volume was it..." Giles turned to walk into his office, ignoring her. " He was in New York 
on the day of the mass murder, and when he received the news, he disappeared. It's believed that he 
changed his name, and began a family without the more satanic aspects." 

Willow stood by the table unable to understand what was happening. It wasn't supposed to be like this. 
None of it was. She was supposed to be the class geek, that cared to much about the people around her, 
even the few that she actually disliked. She was supposed to marry Xander when he finally matured, and 
they were supposed to have a happy little family. Not... 

She numbly walked to the back of the library and out the back exit, having decided that whatever was 
happening, she needed to do some research. 

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Lily strutted out of the school, adding extra sway to her hips as she passed several of the star players. 
Like always the parking lot was empty except for the few who had permission to leave the campus. 
Flicking her long hair back over her shoulder, she ignored the red head geek, and walked towards her 
convertible. 

She smirked over at the gaping football player, she cranked the engine, and nothing happened. Hitting 
the steering wheel she tried again, wincing at the dry scrapping. 

" Oh that can not be good." 

She climbed back out of her new car, and popped the hood. Even a non mechanic like her could see 
what the problem was. She leaned over, her hair draping down around her head, as she reached down 
into the motor to pop the tube thingy back in place. 

The rubber tube slide back into place, and the car roared to life. The fan caught a large chunk of her hair 
and she yelled in pain, pulling back away. Tears spilled over her cheeks as the fan pulled her closer and 
closer, her hand flailed out, and the pain intensified in an arc of blood. 

She gave way to the blessed unconscious, falling to the boiling motor. 

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The attic was a collection of dusty boxes, trunks and books. Leaving her in the monstrous size with little 
clue as to what she was looking for. Each box, trunk, rubber maid container, was marked clearly. Business 
papers, taxes, pictures, home movies... 

She paused as she saw the giant black and gold trunk, that looked as though it had been around since 
the sixteen hundreds. She kneeled in front of it, seeing no marking's, or clues as to what it was. Mumbling 
under her breath the locks clicked open, and she lifted the lid. 

Inside, were pictures of the her father's family. She shifted through them, looking on the back absently. 
Rosenberg, Rosenberg, Rosenberg, Caret... She froze and flipped the picture over, staring into the deep 
emerald eyes of Joseph Caret. 

She dropped the pictures back into the trunk, and sifted through it. There were family books, written by 
the Carets, Joseph's diary, and an old hand written spell book. She opened the spell book, scanning 
through it faster than she liked. The spells seemed to be from the original book of shadows, given to the 
family by Lucifer, but they had been rewritten for the light. 

She stopped on the page talking about Aztarin. 

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Buffy entered the library, still green from the seen out in the parking lot. Jeffrey Matters, had found his 
sister laying over the idling motor, the surrounding air filled with the smell of burning flesh and blood. 
She'd seen for herself the shredded stump where her hand had once been, and her head... 

She swallowed, pushing away the gruesome scene. " Did you hear about Lily Matters?" 

Giles glanced up briefly from the stack of books around him, " I'm afraid so, shameful business." 

" It's the third accident in the last two days." 

" They weren't accidents." Giles leaned back, giving her a view of the dark circles under his eyes. " It 
seems that when the wall caved in over Cordelia and Willow, it released an ancient evil." 

" Great, so how do I kill it?" 

" It's not that simply. Aztarin is not a physical being, but needs a host, which is human or mostly human 
at any rate. The point is, that we need to move fast if we want to stop him before anymore murders. 
However, we still need to identify the host, and I've already asked Jen... Miss. Calendar to look up the 
Breath of Satan so that we'll be ready." 

" Great, we'll just get my witch girl to help us and we'll be all sat." 

" I believe Willow went home." Giles went back to the book he was reading. 

Buffy stared at him. If Willow knew about this then why would she go home? The wiccan she loved 
would never stop until everyone was out of danger. The very idea that she would go home leaving this 
half done was beyond disbelief. 

" I'm going to go check on her." She called as she charged out of the library, wondering if he'd even 
heard her. 

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