Hi everyone! Here is the first chapter of the sequel to "Children of the Earth". I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think.
WillowX
Title: The Chosen Ones (1/12)
Author: WillowX email at willowxbvsb@xxxxxxxxxxx
Personal Archive: www.geocities.com/willowneedsbuffy
Rating: R
Classification/Pairing: B/W romance
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, 20th Century Fox, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Television and Kuzui Enterprises. It is distributed by 20th Century Fox and the Warner Brothers Television Network.
Summary: This story picks up approximately two months after the conclusion of "Children of the Earth." For those of you that haven?t read "Children of the Earth," I recommend that you read it first or you?ll be mighty lost.
Special Note: As you all know I write in first person and switch POV?s with every new section. "The Chosen Ones" will contain a mystery POV for a few chapters (i.e. first section of chapter one). Don?t fret on trying to figure out who it is just yet, concentrate on what?s happening to this person because therein lies the key. I promise you won?t be disappointed.
Chapter One
The Beginning of the End
"Then I heard a loud voice from the temple telling the seven angels, ?Go and pour out on the earth the seven bowls of the wrath of God.? So the first angel went and poured his bowl on the earth, and foul and evil sores came upon the men who bore the mark of the beast and worshiped its image."
Revelations 16: 1, 2
The Bible
King James Version
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The night air was cold and crisp. The sky was consumed in darkness as if smothered in tar with streaks of blue-black cotton clouds stretched along the lengths of its horizon. The slow rustling sound of crumpled newspapers and fallen leaves hissed as they bounced and scraped along the ground with every gust of wind. That was the sound of solitude and I knew it well.
My stomach was tied in knots and my heart was pounding out of sheer excitement. Blood was coursing through my veins like a wild river and the rush of adrenaline had overpowered me. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to feel that way.
"If you stop running, I?ll make it hurt less." I shouted into the night air. The only response was the sound of footsteps pounding against the pavement and I smiled broadly. I?d been hunting her for days and it was the idea of causing her pain that fueled my pursuit. I pulled my long black hair into a pony tail and adjusted my skirt in order to continue. Time was short and my patience had officially run out.
The chase led me into a nearby construction site. It was practically an obstacle course full of mounds of dirt, large septic pipes, and crates of equipment. There were a million places where she could have hidden, but the sound of her labored breathing was like music to my ears ? she had grown tired.
"This is useless bumble bee." I screamed again while chuckling. "It was foreseen. It was written. You are already dead." I said as my voice echoed through the pipes. She had begun to whimper and I felt as the fear in her exploded.
"Here kitty kitty kitty kitty." I teased softly and her whimpers intensified. I could almost taste her in my mouth.
I followed the sound of her sobs further into the construction site. Every step taking me deeper and deeper into the cement dust pit, until finally, I found her huddled in a corner crying. Her clothes were filthy and her body was shaking in violent spurts.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" She asked through arduous breaths.
I didn?t respond. I just stood quietly and watched in pleasure. Her brown eyes were glazed over and her lips trembled with fear. Long strands of golden blonde hair were now filthy and tangled with sewer sludge. I smiled. It was inventive of her to try to hide in the sewers the day before; little did she know it served only to amuse me. Her porcelain skin was stained with the smell of death but it was the familiar stench of fear that made it hard for her to hide. She was so afraid of me she was on the verge of passing out.
"What have I done to you?" She asked again exhausted.
I walked toward her taking slow and flowing strides. Each threatening step drove her mad. Once I reached her, I stood over her weak body, and watched as her eyes grew wide with horror.
"Please! Please don?t kill me. I have a family. I have people who love me." She pleaded as tears ran down her face like a disorganized army.
"Now ? there ? there," I said soothingly and kneeled before her taking her face into my hands and softly caressing it. "Understand, this is the way things have to be." I whispered. I took her face into my hands and pulled her toward me slowly turning her head to whisper into her ear.
"You see, it?s not what you?ve done, it?s what you can do ? it?s who you are." I finished pointedly, pulled back for a moment, and, with one swift move, buried my fist into her chest. A bright light exploded all around us and I shut my eyes to protect them from the luminous glare. She screamed in pure terror and I screamed in pure ecstasy. The pain in her soul was unbearable but my body was exploding with force.
I twisted my fist into her heart and power surged through my body. It felt like my muscles were rearranging themselves, growing larger and stronger with every minute. Images of past, present and future events funneled through my brain. Hidden compartments of knowledge were opened in places I did not know existed.
I held on to her tightly as she struggled to release herself from my grip and after a few minutes her body was but an empty shell. Sweat was pouring down the sides of my face in huge droplets, my heart was pounding vigorously, and my mind raced. I stood ruefully unable to balance at first and stumbled for a moment searching for a place to rest, something to hold on too as my body adjusted, and then, almost as if a switch had been flipped, my body incorporated again with strength. Pure power was coursing through my veins as my body had been infused with a huge dose of force.
Yes . . . causing her pain had been very satisfying indeed.
"One down," I murmured over her lifeless body and began to walk away. Everything had fallen into place. All like pieces of a puzzle. My time would soon come.
No one knew who I was but they soon would and then the world will cry in pain.
The world will weep in agony!
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The bright rays of sun entering through the back windows of the Magic Box gym were warming my skin. The warmth kind of reminded me of summer time, although, technically it was still winter. Oh how I loved the summer. The badies all seemed to take a break during the summer and I?d get to spend all my time with Buffy. Well, except for that summer that she ran away. Hmm, or that summer she died. Ok . . . so the only summer I really loved was the one between Senior Year and our first year in College. I lived and breathed Buffy that summer. It was amazing.
Mmmmm ? Buffy. She?s so beautiful. I never understood what she saw in me. I remember when we first met; it was hard for me to understand why she?d want to be with me in the first place. She was so cool and had such potential for popularity. I was so dorky and ? well ? dorky sums it up. For the first few weeks after we met, my heart would race every time she?d walk up to me in school. Then again, my heart would race every time Xander walked up to me too. For a while I thought I was suffering some kind of weird heart condition brought on by social phobia. Yep, I had Social Anxiety Induced Arrhythmia. Hey ? it wasn't funny! I?m serious.
Then something weird happened. Xander started liking Buffy. Ok ? so that?s not that weird. The weird part was that I got really really mad. Now understand, anger, rage, jealousy, and depression were not emotions that were taught nor supported at the Rosenberg household. I had no idea how to deal with them. But that wasn?t the worst part. The worst part was that I couldn?t figure out if I was mad because Xander liked Buffy and I liked Xander or if I was mad because Xander liked Buffy and I liked Buffy. The more I thought about it the madder I got cause then I started making up all sorts of weird situations in my head. Like ? what if Buffy fell for Xander and Xander falls for me? I?d kill Xander for breaking Buffy?s heart! Or, what if Xander fell for Buffy and Buffy falls for me? I?d kill Xander for trying to get between us!
After a while I got this huge headache that wouldn?t go away. I swear it lasted two weeks. That?s when I figured it out. There was no other possible explanation for my condition ? A TUMOR! I had a brain tumor that was making me think the wacky. As if Social Anxiety Induced Arrhythmia, or "The Willow" as I was sure they?d name it, wasn?t enough I had a tumor to boot. No one ever pegged me for a hypochondriac, but I was!
Yes, I was one sick puppy. It took a while to sort out all the details in my head. Actually, I had what most people refer to as a moment of clarity. Picture it ? Sunnydale ? 1997 ? Junior year in high school ? Halloween night. Buffy helped me pick out my costume that year. I wanted to go for something conservative but Buffy wanted me to go for something outrageous. Totally non-Willow. In that instant, when we were both standing in her room before the mirror, in that split second as I examined our reflections, it dawned on me? she was absolutely amazing. Her eyes, her hair, her smile, they were all amazing. I knew then I had fallen hard. I knew I?d stand by her side forever, even if only as her friend. Thinking back now, I remember how intriguing the look on her face was. I always wondered what she was thinking at that exact moment. Hmph, where was my handy thought reading ability then?
Anyway, that moment of clarity lead to a whole other set of problems because after that day the last thought I had every night before going to sleep was of kissing Buffy. Now understand, if rage, anger, depression, and jealousy were not things commonly discussed in the Rosenberg household, can you imagine discussing homosexuality? Sheesh! I mean, I loved my parents and all, but sometimes I?d swear they were made of cardboard. They never cared, never took an interest, never noticed. Giles could have walked into my house wearing a red wig and he would have passed off as me for at least a month before they noticed.
AND I DON?T EVEN HAVE A BRITISH ACCENT!
"Ahhh Haaa haaa haaaa! Oh My God!!!! Ahhh haa haaa haaa!" The sound of Buffy?s extremely loud laughter interrupted my thoughts. She was rolling around on the floor holding her stomach with tears in her eyes.
"Buffy. Really. You?re interrupting the concentration. It is very important that you remain silent. Meditation is the key." Giles scolded her. Buffy and I had been sitting on the floor mats of the gym in the Magic Box with our legs crossed facing each other. We were supposed to be concentrating. Ever since what happened with Methos and Hope, Giles moved into the Council?s mansion in Sunnydale to help us attune our powers. He was trying to teach us control ? but it wasn?t working.
"I can?t help it Giles!! Its Willow?s fault. She was having the funniest head rant ever!" She explained in her defense.
"BUFFY!!" I scolded her. "You know you?re not supposed to be listening to my thoughts without permission."
Damn the day she discovered that new power! I swear. She was like a child with a new toy. Suddenly I was the funniest person on Earth. Apparently, according to Buffy, I rant incessantly in my head. One time I was in the bathroom, you know, doing my business and out of nowhere I heard Buffy burst into laughter outside the door. I nearly fell off the toilet.
"Buffy ? you know I get all self-conscience when you listen to my thoughts." I said in a whinny voice finishing with a baby pout.
"I?m sorry Baby. Don?t get all mad. I was trying to hold it but that whole bit about Giles and the wig ? I just couldn?t stop laughing." She conceded as she tried to sit back up. I froze at the mention of Giles? name.
"Umm ? standing right there ? he?s standing right there!" I said nervously pointing with my lips in the direction of Giles.
"That?s quite all right Willow. I think we should adjourn for the day. Both of you were obviously not concentrating and I have Council matters to tend to." He explained a little upset and started stomping off in a very un-Giles kind of way. Ever since Methos died the Council fell in disarray. Apparently it took a great deal of Methos? mystical guidance to keep the Council afloat and after he was gone everything went to Hell in a hand basket.
"By the way," Giles stated forcefully before he stormed out, "I?ll have you both know that this is all my natural hair. I do not wear a toupee!" He huffed and slammed the door behind him.
"Giles ? wait ? it?s not that kind of wig!!" I tried to say to remedy the situation but it was too late. He was gone.
"You see what you did? You made Giles all huffy and puffy!" I said a little upset as Buffy wiped tears of laughter from her eyes.
"Oh don?t worry. That?s not what made him all mad." She said as her chuckles dissipated. "He?s been like that for a while now." She trailed off softly as her smile only half lingered. She was right. He hadn?t been the same. He still hadn?t forgiven himself for what happened and Buffy was at her wit's end. It had been months and he still refused to even talk about it.
Buffy looked down at the mat defeated. Giles always treated her like a daughter. Don?t get me wrong, he treated me like a daughter too, but Buffy ? she was his pride and joy. My theory is that he thinks that he failed her somehow and doesn?t feel she should forgive him. Either way, it was killing Buffy and Giles both slowly.
After a few minutes Buffy stretched her arms out lazily and lay back down on the mat. Turning on her side, she propped her head up with her arm. I smiled at her warmly ? she was so beautiful. Her golden curls were cascading over her arm unto the mat like a curtain of hair. Her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight as if inviting me to loose myself in them. I looked at her steadily for a few minutes until she finally broke the silence.
"What are you thinking?" She asked. Ha ha! I had deliberately shielded my thoughts from her. It took a little concentration but it had its intended effect. I had struck at her curiosity cords.
"I love your eyes." I said without hesitation.
"Why?" She asked softly as a sexy smile graced her lips.
"They never lie to me." I responded and paused for a moment. "When you?re happy they twinkle so that I know you?re happy, when you?re angry they shift and hide so as not to hurt me, and when you?re sad they get glossy with the threat of tears . . . just like they were a few minutes ago when we were talking about Giles." I said as I traced a finger over the soles of her feet that were sitting next to me. The look on her face was mesmerizing me. "Sometimes, if I looked long enough, I could see myself in them as well." I finished softly and heard as Buffy took a deep breath appreciating everything I had just said. Before she even had the chance to respond, I leaned in slowly to kissed her.
I gazed into her eyes as our lips touched lightly. My body was on pins and needles and I could feel how her breathing grew in excitement. Her hot breath was scorching my bottom lip and I licked it in pure anticipation. Unable to contain the desire to kiss her any longer, I dove to meet her lips. Our mouths collided softly in an explosion of emotion. Kissing Buffy was always unbelievable . . . every single time. So intimate ? so fulfilling ? so wonderful. We loved to make out, many a night we?d sit on the couch in the house making out like teenagers while Dawn was out with her friends.
Buffy continued sucking and caressing my tongue with her own mouth and after a while her kisses, which began as ?I love you? kisses, turned to ?I want you? kisses and it wasn?t even lunch time yet. It was way too early in the day for that. I broke our kiss and went back to my original spot on the mat. Buffy just lay there dazed with her eyes closed and her lips still parted from our last smooch.
"Come on, we have to get back to our concentration exercises." I explained.
"Uh uh ? I can?t concentrate right now ? I?m a little ? um ? distracted." She said in a sexy voice as she traced her finger over the edge of her cleavage.
"Oh really?" I asked trying really hard to deflect her sexy rays . . . but it didn?t work.
"Yes really." She responded and started crawling toward me on all fours. She looked like a tiger getting ready to pounce on her prey. Her golden hair was flowing around her face and she had an intensely erotic look in her eyes.
"Mmmm ? someone?s in a mood." I managed to get out all nervous. My head was all flighty with thoughts of naked Buffy pouncing on me like a fierce feline. Wuuuu Huuuuuu!!
"Do you know how many things we could do together on that pommel horse?" She asked huskily as she motioned toward the other end of the gym. My eyes shot open. Public place! We?re in a public place! Breathe! Breathe!
"What?" I shrieked out shocked. Oh God! There went my arrhythmia.
"Oh come on Willow. I know you?re excited ? I can smell you." She whispered as her breath came out in short pants. I closed my eyes and pretended to faint. I thought, maybe if I lay still long enough she?d go away. After a while I couldn?t even hear her moving any more and I thought maybe I was in the clear. Then I opened one eye slowly and nearly fainted for real that time.
There she was ? stark naked ? straddling the pommel horse ? with a huge evil grin on her face!
"Ahhh!" I yelped.
"What?s wrong? Don?t you like what you see?" She asked with arousal dripping from every syllable.
I was speechless. How she managed to always do that I don?t know. That was all it took. She had officially worn me down. I was gonna have my Buffy . . . lunchtime be damned!!! I made my way sexily toward her. She was driving me crazy and enjoying every single second of it.
"You know Will ? when I was a cheerleader in L.A. I used to do gymnastics all the time. Would you like to see what a great gymnast I am?" She asked hoarsely as she rocked back and forth slowly on the pommel horse. My body ached for hers. I could hardly breathe and my ability to form words had gone out the window with my modesty a while ago. All I could do was nod. Buffy was right after all ? spontaneity was very erotic!
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"They're having sex again . . . I know it Xander!!" Anya whispered suspiciously.
Anya, Faith, and I were standing outside the door to the training gym. Anya had her ear pressed up against the door, and was digging her nails into my forearm.
"How can you tell?" I whispered back.
"Can?t you hear all the giggling and moaning?" Faith provided from behind me.
"No! I can?t! Jeez . . . I really hate being the only one in the group without super powers!" I grumbled.
"I don?t have super powers." Anya stated.
"I guess." I murmured.
"Neither does Giles." Faith added.
"Well . . . " I began to reason.
"Or Dawn." Anya continued.
"All right all right! I was wrong! I was wrong! I still wish I had super powers though." I whispered. Dealing with Anya was hard enough . . . dealing with Anya and Faith together deserved a metal.
"I knew this was going to happen. Those two have lost all control. When is it going to stop Xander? Huh? When is it going to stop?" Anya complained.
"What are you talking about this time?" I asked confused.
"The sex! When is it going to stop? They have it everywhere. Pretty soon they?ll be humping all over the place." Anya continued complaining in a high-pitched whine.
"Humping?" Faith said with an amused smirk.
"YES! Humping! Today it?s the gym . . . tomorrow it?s our conference table," Faith and I turned and shot the conference table an awkward glare. "The next day it will be the counter. Oh My God . . . by the cash register . . . NEAR THE MONEY!" Anya finished freaking herself out. She leaned her back against the door and slid down until she was sitting on the floor, crossed her arms over her knees, and laid her forehead on them.
"How long do you think they will be in there?" I asked.
"Ughhh . . . who knows . . . an hour, a day, three weeks! Super Slayer stamina, remember?" Anya?s voice echoed against the floor.
I looked over at Faith for confirmation, "Super Slayer stamina?" I asked.
Faith shrugged her shoulders with a smirk, "It?s definitely one of the perks of the job." She conceded.
"Well we can?t wait for them all day. I don't know how long it will take before the cops find the body and we have to get there before they do so we can decide whether it falls under our turf or not." I explained. I was working on the construction site this morning and found a body ditched behind our dump. The remains were badly mutilated. It was definitely not of the good. I came looking for Buffy as soon as I could.
"Disinfectant! That?s what I?ll do. Disinfect the place." Anya moaned with a small whimper at the end. The whole Buffy/Willow sex incident had seriously scarred her emotionally.
"How about we paper, rock, and scissor to see who goes in first?" I asked. Hey . . . I wasn't like anyone else was coming up with anything helpful.
"Fuck that!" Faith exclaimed. She had gotten tired of our banter, pushed me out of the way and turned the knob of the door. Anya tumbled backwards as the door opened and was laying flat on the floor when Faith stepped over her to walk in.
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Buffy was nibbling on my ear softly while whispering that she loved me the whole time. The nibbling was giving me goose bumps and the goose bumps were making me giggle. I was drunk on her. I couldn?t see straight and my motor skills were slowed at best. She was sitting on the pommel horse facing me this time. I was standing between her legs enjoying the feel of her sex against my bare breasts. I could feel her desire dripping on me.
Suddenly I heard the door open behind me followed by a hard clunk on the floor. I jerked my head up and hit Buffy right on the nose. She lost her balance and slid backwards right off the pommel horse. The last things I saw were Buffy?s feet flying by my face.
"B. Um ? we need to talk to you ? Slayer stuff so cut the hanky panky for now." I heard Faith?s voice from behind. I turned around surprised completely forgetting my obvious lack of attire.
"Gee Red ? you really are red all over." She said with a smile.
"HEY!" I heard Buffy call from the floor behind me. There was a giggle hidden in that seemingly offended remark and I know it!
"She?ll be right out." I shrieked as I held my breasts in my hands.
"Cool deal!" Faith chimed and walked back out. I could hear the three of them arguing outside once she closed the door.
"Sorry Babe. Duty calls." I heard Buffy say. When I turned around to look at her, she was already getting dressed and still giggling.
"I?ll go with." I said.
"You have class." She countered as she pulled her shirt over her head.
"I don?t have to go." I responded.
"Will, the semester is almost over." She said as she slid into her jeans again.
"I don?t have to go." I repeated. I felt like spending the day with her.
"I want you to go to class, how about after?" She asked adjusting her belt buckle.
"After ? oh ? I have that thing ? you know?" I reminded her.
"Right," she said and stopped dead in her tracks. "I wanted to talk to you about that. I know it?s your special thing with Xander and Faith. I don?t pretend to understand it and don?t get me wrong, I love seeing the three of you bonding and getting along. But Willow, really, this sick obsession the three of you have with the ?Golden Girls? has to go."
"It?s really funny Buffy!" I defended.
"They?re old ladies!! I was willing to overlook the Golden Girls Fan Fiction I found, the constant quotes from the show, the bulletin boards, but ? Will you?re doing Sophia Patrillo in your head now. This can?t be good!" She scolded me between giggles. I knew she was just poking fun at me and decided a pout was in order. She smiled broadly and continued to discipline me.
"Yep, no more Lifetime Network for you. You?re going to have to tell your little friends to start paying for their own cable so they could watch it at their own house." She teased and I responded with yet another pout. I groaned as she made her way over to me. Running her hands over my hips she pulled me toward her sexily.
"Don?t get all pouty on me. You know I can?t resist your pouts." She whispered in my ear and I groaned again in response.
"Are you going to get dressed or are you going to stand around here all day holding your boobs?" She asked softly and kissed my nose.
"Ugghh? all right all right ? you big meanie! I?m getting dressed already." I whined.
"Good!" She said and slapped my butt. "I promise to make it up to you tonight. I have something special planned." She provided.
I smiled when I heard the promise. When Buffy had something special planned she REALLY had something special planned. I was still busy untangling my bra from the handles on the pommel horse when I heard her call from the doorway.
"Oh and by the way." She said and I turned to look at her. "I was thinking about how beautiful you were. You were all nervous and it was making me woozy." She explained.
"Huh?" I asked confused.
"What you were wondering about earlier . . . that Halloween I made you dress all provocative. That?s what I was thinking when I was looking at you." She said softly, gave me a wink and excited the room.
There left my heart.
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My entire life?s work ? wasted.
I thought I was doing good, aiding in the fight against evil. I was such a fool. I haven?t the slightest clue what to believe in any longer. I was raised as a Watcher by my uncle. He taught me to view it as a profession of honor. We were fighting for the humanity. It was indeed a privilege. When the Council instructed me to assist in the Cruciahmentum, a Slayer?s right of passage they called it, they convinced me it was for the greater good. That it was necessary in preparing the Slayer for her future battles, that I was actually teaching her the most valuable lessons of all.
When it was all over I asked myself over and over again in my head, what was the lesson? Was it not to trust anyone? Was it to teach her to be alone? To second guess everything and everyone for the rest of her life? Was it to establish a fear in her that would never go away? Or was there no lesson at all? Was the purpose to kill her?
The answer was simple . . . the purpose was to kill her and I was a part of it.
Yet even back then, although I doubted their methods, I never thought they were evil. How was I to know I was working for the bad guys the whole time? I was a puppet once and just when I thought I had gotten wiser . . . I became the puppet again.
"G-Giles. I don?t feel comfortable with this." Tara said shyly interrupting my thoughts. She was sitting at the end of the long conference table in the mansion's library surrounded by mountains of books. She?d been at that for weeks. Researching in every book known to man. The mansion the Council kept in Sunnydale came equipped with nearly everything. It was astonishing that we spend so many years working with the limited resources a school library had to offer when there was a vast ocean of information like this at our fingertips.
"What do you mean?" I asked without really looking at her.
"The more I research the worse it gets. I don?t see why we can?t tell Buffy and Willow about this." She explained. Her eyes seemed tired and worried.
"We must make sure there?s something to tell in the first place." I explained. The last thing I needed was to run around screaming that the sky was falling when it wasn?t.
"What if it?s too late then? What if they get angry at us for not telling them sooner?" She persisted. Her incessant questions were beginning to cloud my judgment.
"Believe me Tara, its best we know more first." I answered a little annoyed at her second guessing me again.
"But I don?t think it?s wise?" Were the only words I understood clearly. The rest were just soft whining and excess second guessing. She didn?t trust me anymore. No one did. My life?s work ? wasted. I was used as the puppet of evil over and over and over and over?
"THEY?RE HAPPY TARA!" I shouted out of rage. My heart was pounding and the anger was coursing through me like an electric current. Tara froze in her seat ? her eyes still as a lake. It only took a moment for me to regret the outburst.
"They?re happy Tara." I said softer the second time, removed my glasses with one hand, and massaged my eyelids with the other.
"They are happy for the first time in as long as I can remember. Don?t they deserve it? Haven?t they been through enough pain to last them ten lifetimes? I don?t want to worry them until we are absolutely certain it?s true." I finished exhausted.
Tara sat still for a moment assessing what I had just said. Her clear blue eyes were sizing me down. She was truly a smart woman and an asset to the Scooby Gang but when it came to Willow, she was always bias.
"The minute we find anything concrete we are telling them." She stated sternly and I nodded in agreement.
I took the seat next to hers at the table. There were astrological charts laid out, Watchers Journals opened and piled high one on top of the other, Demon Indexes spread out the length of the table, yet the leather bound book that Tara held in her hands was engraved with gold letters that read "The Holy Scriptures".
"Everything leads back to this." She said and shrugged holding the Bible up for me to see.
"What do you have so far?" I finally asked.
"Plagues ? oceans of blood ? pestilence ? death ? destruction ? the wrath of God ? where would you like me to begin?" She asked.
If I didn?t know any better I?d think she was being sarcastic.
To be continued in Chapter Two "Anniversaries"