When you least expect it…the past comes back to haunt
Text by Calypso Woodhaven
Book 7: Lost
Buffy stared mournfully around the dark courtyard.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “Wherever you are,
please know that I’m sorry.”
She heard the rustling of fabric behind her and tensed briefly before she realized who it was.
“Spike said you’d be out here,”
Buffy nodded. “Angelus - ” her breath hitched and she shook her head, trying to clear the the memories that assaulted her.
She gently took Buffy’s hand in hers. “See.”
Buffy gasped as the world around her shifted. She had never
seen anything like it – colors and lights gave even the flattest surface
dimension. Everything seemed to pulse with life. It made her a little nauseous
and was giving her a headache. She wondered if this is what the world always
looked like for
The colors finally dimmed a bit, and she realized that there was movement off to the left.
A thin, waif-like figure drifted vaguely across the
“Dawnie?” she whispered, disbelieving, and then called louder, “God, Dawn, I’m here.”
The spirit turned hopefully toward the sound, searching,
but her eyes passed over Buffy and
“She can’t see you. Her soul was trapped her by someone
Disappointment clouded Dawn’s features and she finally
turned away and continued on her previous path.
“But she heard me; she turned and looked. She so
heard me!” Buffy said excitedly, “If she can hear me, we
can get her out of there.”
“So…how hard can it be to find an uber-powerful witch
who survived like about a million centuries? Should be a piece of --” Buffy
broke off, frowning as realization sunk in. “Oh, no. Please tell me it’s not
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