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TITLE: To Cross the River Styx (4c/?)
AUTHOR: Chazzman
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SPOILERS: Open season on Season 4. 
SUMMERY: I'm re-inventing season 4.
RATED: PG
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To Cross the River Styx
Chap 4c


Willow spent the remainder of the night observing as much as she could, 
trying to figure out her new ability. Although she had a few ideas about 
what they were, the lines of energy that she could now see when she 
concentrated still confused her. She had returned to the group last night 
while still looking at the strange colorful lines that seemed to suddenly 
fill the world about her, she had discovered a very large strand that 
extended between her and Buffy. She figured that this was the binding that 
kept her beside Buffy. 

Then there were the aura's. Although she had not done much studying on them 
she was sure that she was seeing a lot more from people's auras than she 
would have if she were still alive. Willow found the sight of auras running 
the gamut from the dazzling and beautiful to dark and lifeless. And that was 
just looking at Buffy and Spike's. Angel's was a truly strange one. The 
closest thing to which she could compare it was heavy dark thundercloud 
behind which, the sun was shining with streaks of light streaming out from 
behind the cloud. Not understanding what the various colors meant she could 
only guess at why Giles' was a predominate azure blue tint where as Xander's 
and Olivia's looked quite orange. Watching Anya's yellow aura, Willow was 
surprised to see many small strands from her aura seemed to merge out into 
Xander's and a few strands from his extended back into hers. Tara had an 
interesting bluish/purple tinge to her aura. 

Buffy's aura, however, was overwhelming in its intensity and Willow found it 
to be truly beautiful. It sparkled and pulsed with a variety of colors. 
Willow looked to see if there were any of the small strands between her and 
Angel the way there were between Xander and Anya. There were, but to her 
surprise while there were several dozens of strands passing from Angel to 
Buffy, only a few fine strands extending from Buffy back to Angel. The more 
Willow concentrated, the more she noticed the finer strands that extended out 
from Buffy to practically everyone in the room. A few strands even extended 
to Spike, although these pulsed with a darker reddish-black color. Willow 
looked at the strand connecting her to Buffy and began to perceive that it 
was not just one large strand, but hundreds of strands binding them together 
the way a rope is made up of hundreds of fibers.

It was not until morning that the rest of the Scooby's discovered the whole 
town had been affected by whatever had stolen their voices. Tara was 
actually slightly relieved that the entire town having been affected. 
Despite assurances from Buffy and Giles, she had spent the remainder of the 
night worrying that they might think she was somehow responsible for their 
voice loss. 

Giles, Angel, Buffy and Xander spent much of the day searching through Giles' 
books for any information from Buffy's dream regarding 'The Gentlemen', while 
Anya and Tara searched through Tara's spell books for anything to help 
regaining their voices. All to no avail. 

Since the town had been quarantined, Angel was unable to return to LA that 
evening. Instead, he patrolled with Buffy through the town. The mysterious 
silence that had befallen the town was actually a good distraction from his 
grief over Doyle's death. For Buffy, however, the sudden theft of everyone's 
voices seemed like a slap in her face by some higher power that enjoyed 
toying with her. To have been so close to possibly finding Willow and then 
stopped, frustrated her to no end. Her sullen disposition was exacerbated by 
the memories of the dream of Willow's funeral. She had not said anything to 
Giles, but she was now terrified about that portion of her dream coming true.

Running into Riley breaking up an argument between two men on the street did 
not improve her mood. Riley had turned around to shoo off one man when the 
other decided to pick up a handy piece of pipe. Buffy snapped his wrist as 
she walked by. Angel arched an eyebrow at her and she just shrugged. When 
Riley turned and found her and Angel, he raised his own eyebrow in query. 
Buffy quickly wrote on her dry erase board *Angel / Riley* and flashed it to 
both of them. They nodded and shook hands while Buffy wrote further. *He's 
a P.I. friend from LA / He's a TA friend from my Psych class.* Riley smiled 
at Angel and nodded, however, when a crash came from up the street he quickly 
moved towards it and away from Buffy and her P.I. friend. He was suddenly 
feeling quite happy about the loss of his voice. Had he been able to speak 
he was certain he would have been too nervous and blown it.

As Buffy and Angel continued to walk through the town, Willow was finally 
able to get close to the clock tower. She stood outside for several minutes 
and looked at the tower. Shifting her vision to observe the lines of power 
about the place, she found that she could see a large line of blue-white 
light emerging from the ground and springing up into the tower. A second 
emerald green line streamed in from the North to pass through wall below the 
clock face. What emerged from the side of the tower however was dark and 
sickly looking. Willow wasn't certain how she knew, but something in the 
tower was polluting the line, and it was wrong. Evil. She could feel it.

Although she knew that nothing could harm her, she was still hesitant to 
enter the building. The presence of something evil was making her feel 
strange. Gearing herself up however, she boldly stepped forward through the 
wall to find a strange group of about eight fiends in what looked like 
unfastened straight jackets sprawled about the floor, sleeping. 'Obviously 
the Brute Squad,' Willow thought to herself. Looking up, Willow saw there 
was another floor above her through which the light stream penetrated. She 
floated upwards and poked her head through the floor. Five emaciated ghouls 
dressed in old fashion attire floated about a foot off the floor. Willow 
noticed with her altered vision that they had some kind of black cord 
extending from their heads upwards, and then she saw the 'Thing'. Hanging 
near the top of the ceiling where the two power lines met, it hovered there, 
a large bulbous, greyish-brown sac-like mass with thick black cords extending 
from it to the floating cadavers. 'Puppet strings,' Willow thought in 
disgust. She also realized that the thing would not be visible to normal 
sight. It was only her enhanced vision that was allowing her to see the 
creature. 

Everything looked asleep so she moved further in to the room and saw a table 
with 7 jars sitting neatly on it along with some beakers of fluid and a box. 
She kept watching the hovering blob as she moved forward the get a closure 
look at the box. The creature seemed quiescent. Willow moved closer to the 
table and stared at the box. She could see the magically energies built into 
it. Tentatively she extended a finger towards the box.

"Aaaahh!" she suddenly screamed out. For the first time since dying, she 
felt a searing pain cut through her back, as if a red-hot sword had been 
thrust into her. Panic set in as she spun about to find the ghouls were now 
awake and moving as if to surround her, with ghastly grins plastered across 
their bone white faces. Willow dropped herself through the floor and flew 
out the side of the tower. The pain in her back dimmed but it felt as if 
something was tugging at her. Confused and somewhat frightened by what had 
just happened, Willow looked over her shoulder as she moved away from the 
tower. To her dismay she could see a thin black strand following behind her. 
The creature had attached itself to her! Aghast, she grabbed at the strand 
to try and yank it out. With mounting dread Willow found that the thread 
simply stretched itself out while she pulled at it.

Willow was verging on hysterics when she reached Buffy, only to find a new 
crisis. Angel was running to the hospital carrying an unconscious Buffy in 
his arms. Upon arriving at the emergency room, he wrote out that they had 
been walking and that she had suddenly collapsed. A preliminary vitals check 
showed normal temperature, pulse and blood pressure. As the hospital staff 
began to decide what tests they would need to do, Angel left to get Giles 
since he could not phone him.

Six hours later, everyone had come and gone. The blood tests had shown 
nothing wrong and a x-ray showed no visible traumatic head injury. Since she 
appeared stable, it was decided to let her to rest and in the morning they 
would arrange for a CAT scan. 

Willow sat alone next to Buffy's side, sick with worry and guilt. It was too 
much of a coincidence. The black strand that the creature had attached to 
her was somehow related to Buffy's condition. But no one would know because 
no one could see it. And no matter how hard she pulled on it, Willow could 
not rip the damn thing out of her back. What really scared Willow was that 
Buffy's aura appeared to be very slowly dimming, as if the link was draining 
her energy.

Suddenly, Buffy sat straight up in her bed and yanked the monitoring wires 
from her body. Turning away from where Willow sat she quickly moved out of 
the bed and towards the door.

"Buffy?" Willow called out despite knowing that she couldn't hear her. 
Willow started to follow after her but as she reached the hallway she frozen 
in shock. 

"No!" Willow gasped out in horror.

Buffy wasn't walking down the darkened hallway. She was floating. The way 
those ghouls had floated back at the clock tower. That thing from the tower 
was controlling Buffy the same way it controlled those other ghouls. Willow 
snapped out of her shock as she saw Buffy's had dart out and snatch up 
something as she passed a medical supply cart. Running to catch up, Willow 
saw that Buffy now held a scalpel and was swinging her head back and forth as 
she glided along as if looking for something. Willow was sickened to see 
Buffy's face was plastered with that same horrid grin she had seen on the 
other ghouls' faces back at the tower. The scalpel in her hand really 
frightened Willow. Buffy was going to be forced to do something terrible.

"Buffy! Wake up!" Willow screamed out as she tried frantically to pull out 
the black strand from her own back. "Come on fight it! Please God! Buffy!"

They moved though another pair of doors into a dimly lit hallway. Buffy 
paused for a second as if to contemplate something before she moved into one 
of the rooms. She floated over to the side of the patient and reached out to 
rip open the patient's hospital gown. Willow tensed up as Buffy carefully 
placed the scalpel against the girl's left breast, just above the heart. She 
had to stop Buffy, but there was nothing she could think of that would stop 
her. Why didn't the girl wake up?

Then she saw the face of the girl who Buffy was about to kill.

It was Faith, and she was still in a coma.

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TBC...