Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
The Chosen One Chapter 12
"Giles I found something!" Willow yelled out.
Giles and Xandar immeditally put down their books and rushed over to her.
"What'd you find?" Xandar asked first.
"The Pelblo demon has no siginfant power at all." Giles intrepeted the book.
"I'm assuming it's just a ritual we're dealing with." Xandar chimed in.
"Yes, but which one?" Giles took off his glasses for a moment.
"We really need to find that out don't we." Xandar said as the other two occupants in the room stared at him.
"Xandar, please be seriuos." Giles instructed.
"Ahh" Willow suddenly fainted.
"Willow!" Xandar ran up to the apparently unconcious body.
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"Where am I?" Willow questioned.
She didn't recieve an answer.
"Where am I?" She yelled out.
Just then a shadowy figure appaered for a brief second.
"Where am I?" Willow repeated herself.
"I don't even know, and your asking me." the shadowy figure replied.
"Why am I here?" Willow asked.
"You wanted to get away." it replied.
"Away from what?" Willow cointuned to question.
"The outside. Where there is pain and turmoil. Here you are unaffected. No feelings. No nothing. Just shodows." it concluded.
"I have feelings right now." Willow snapped.
"They wear off over time." the voice told her. "look outside now." it requested.
Wilow turned around.
There was so much pain.
So much heartache, yet so much love and joy at the same time.
All she could see were the colors.
All the colors.
Red, black, pink, purple, lavendar, blue, yellow, green, brown, orange, gold, silver, bronze, maroon, and some even clear.
"Clear ones represent the ones with no souls." it inruppeted.
"Vampires." Willow calmly whispered.
"Could be. Or it could be the Pelblo demon." the voice quietly said as Willow turned around to stare at it.
"What do you know?" she asked.
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"Theresa what did you do to me?" a weary Ethan sat up.
"I'm trapped too." she coldly replied.
He opened his eyes a bit wider.
She was.
It was problaly a trap.
To get him.
"Theresa what kind of game is this?" he asked sternly.
She was silent.
Still.
Her gaze was infront of him.
What was she watching?
He immeditally looked at what she saw.
He almost fainted.
What was that thing.
It stood proudly infront of Ethan's cage.
"What are you?" Ethan asked.
"Why do you care?" he paused. "You'll be dead sooner or later." it grinned evilly.
The creature noticed he got no response so he went on with talking.
"I mean, it will problaly be sooner, depending what we do after the ritual." it still had the smile. "And what a pleasure it would be to toreture a slayer." it glanced over at Theresa.
"I told you, I'm not the slayer. And this demons and vampires are real is crap." she was too stubbron for her own good.
"Then what am I?" it got right was still smiling.
"A dream." Theresa replied.
The thing laughed and walked away.
Leaving Ethan in shock.
And leaving Theresa speechless.
