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POV: Shifts Perspective
Spoiler Alert: There are tidbits from past episodes and especially the Spanderverse series.
Notes: Story number Nineteen in the Spanderverse-universe, following “Songs of Pain and Comfort”. Everything from the television series through the defeat of Adam also occurred as depicted, in the Spanderverse.
People’s thoughts are depicted in italics. You’ll find emphasis depicted with an underline.
Battling with a God
Ch 4 – Dark Magicks
“Hello! Tara, isn’t it? Now, would you be a Key, sweetie,” Glory asked with a hard smile. It grew when she heard the witch gasp and saw her pale with fear.
“W-what do you want?”
“You know that, sweetie. ‘B-but t-tell you w-what’,” Glory mocked her stutter. “You tell me which little Superfriend it is, and I won’t drain your brain.”
Tara took a step back, but before her legs could completely get the message to run from her brain, Glory had grabbed hold of her hand. With a squeeze,
“P-please… stop! I don’t know about any Key!”
Glory sighed in mock sadness. “That’s too bad, cupcake. Well, let’s see what you taste like, alright? Even if you’re not my precious, I’m sure you’ll be a good buzz.”
“Ow! You rude, little witch,” she complained, pushing
She landed awkwardly and felt a pain up her arm from her elbow joint. Beginning to cry now, she focused her mind on
Her thought-cast was cut short when she was unceremoniously hauled off of her back and held above Glory’s head.
“Not nice, Girlie. Not nice at all,” the god scowled.
In their room,
Please, God, please… let me make it!
She had just entered the clearing nearly out of breath in time to see
“I don’t understand this,” Xander began raising his voice. “If you’ve given her the consult then what’s the problem?”
“Sir, we just feel that Anya would get better care here under our watch. She seems to be having problems with recognizing reality,” the doctor stated with feigned patience.
“She isn’t going to be helped by being surrounded by more nuts.”
The psychiatrist on staff sighed. “Sir, we prefer to say their emotionally unstable.”
“I don’t give a damn. She’s not staying here,” he huffed at the sanctimonious bastard. Next to him, Buffy glared daggers toward the doctor.
“And being stared at by strangers can’t be helpful either,” she threw out. “At least with Xander, she’ll be surrounded by people who care for her. And the familiar surroundings may help her.”
“I’m not sure you understand the magnitude of the care she’ll require. She cannot be left alone for any amount of time. You’ll need to even go with her when she uses the facilities to ensure she doesn’t hurt herself. And there have been times overnight when she’s become manic and had to be sedated. Honestly, we can care for her much easier here,” the doctor insisted.
“When my mom was suffering from a brain tumor, she went through the same thing,” Buffy said. “I coped. We can do this.”
“Look, Doctor,” Xander said in a tone that brooked no more argument. “I’m signing her out. As the one who has power of attorney for her, I’m insisting you release her into my custody. So help me, if I have to go through the expense of a lawyer….”
He and Anya had never gotten around to talking about this sort of thing. Fortunately, Giles had somehow been able to falsify the necessary documents to lead the hospital staff into believing that Xander had the right to make decisions for her in this sort of event.
“Very well,” he scowled while a hand nervously patted down the front of his expensive suit. “However, I will place on her chart that this is being done against medical advice.”
“You do that,” Xan sneered.
“I am so, so sorry, Spike,” Dawn was saying, teary eyed. “You guys should just turn me over to her!”
“Hey, hey… don’t talk like that. This isn’t your doing, Bit.”
“Yes it is! And so is Buffy being beat up and Anya being driven insane. This is all me! Spike, I-I must be something so awful for things to keep happening to the people I love.” Her tears spilled over and flowed down her cheeks. “What if… what if I caused mom’s tumor? What if this Key energy is dangerous for people?”
“How do you know!? Look around, all I do is bring pain and suffering to everyone around me!”
“Now, you listen to me, Dawn. I’m a vampire… soulless and damned. I’ve been shedding the blood of the innocent for over a century, now. I think I know evil when it comes up and hugs me. You are not evil, kiddo. You’re not even ‘little bit bad,’” he said kindly.
“M-maybe I’m not evil, but… but I don’t think I can be good?”
“Well, good is overrated, anyway. Look at me, you don’t think I’m too bad off and I sure ain’t pure, right?”
“I’m so afraid, Spike,” she said sounding as young as she really was. “I don’t think I can stand it if Glory kills anyone trying to find me. I just… I don’t think I can take it,” she collapsed against his chest and sobbed.
“She ain’t killing anyone. And before you know it, Buffy will have kicked her ass and she’ll be just another story you can’t tell anyone. Actually, we should write a damned book… be a bestseller and we’d be rich for life,” Spike said while patting her back. “This will blow over, Dawn. It looks a little grim, now, but I’ll heal and Anya will get better. And you can help. When the witches get here, you can help me find the spell that’s gonna turn Anya back into her money-loving , ultra-capitalist, Willow-annoying self, okay? She’ll be back to insulting me in no time. We’re going to get through this. Your sis? She tends to win in these sorts of things.”
Glorificus turned toward the sound that erupted across the empty field as she continued to wipe some sort of magical soot from her face. It burned just a little and she hoped it wasn’t going to ruin her dress. She’d just bought the silk, jade green garment recently and she was going to be one pissed godling if that stupid cow messed it up.
“Well, if it isn’t the lover.”
“Get away from her,”
Glory only laughed gaily at her. “That’s so cute! Oh, wait… actually it’s kind of rude. I was a little busy here, but since your slut has taken a dirt nap, I guess I can waste a few minutes with you.”
As Glory began marching toward
“It’s about time somebody taught you a lesson,”
“Uh-huh. I’m so going to enjoy this.”
“I doubt it. ‘By Nxy and Moros, by Oizys and Nemisis; By Cassiel’s dark star, hold mine victim as in tar; hold her bound, her movements- retard,”
Glory found herself suddenly unable to walk, a dense field in the air surrounding her. She grimaced, more pissed than disturbed. It felt kind of like being surrounded inside a marshmallow.
“I owe you pain!”
Willow poured on as much power as she could stand, but in far too brief a time, she felt herself weaken and drift back to the ground. Still, the witch was sure she’d just defeated the Hellgod as she’d heard her cry out in pain. She was just clearing her head when Glory clapped her hands together, giving her applause.
“Not bad. That actually kinda hurt a bit. Now it’s my turn,” she said. Balling up a fist, Glory lashed out and the field that
“Grass to snakes, they now appear; Hissing, coiling, striking near,”
From the lawn of the field, blades of grass shifted and merged. Blending and morphing, several writhing serpents formed from the greenery. Glory heard the commotion from the ground around her and glanced at her feet. As she took notice of the magic around her some of the serpents coiled around her calves. Others struck out, biting at her ankles or spitting venom on her skin.
“Snakes never work, Sweetie. Believe me, I learned that lesson myself,” she said as she yanked her feet forward. The magical beasts snapped and vanished in a haze of color, leaving the original blades of grass to fall to the ground.
“So, anything else, Red?”
Glory continued her march toward
Willow focused her willpower, not needing spells anymore for some telekinesis. She let loose with a stream of force, but when it reached Glory it felt like it simply slipped around her. Her tattered clothing and hair ruffled, but she appeared entirely unaffected.
“Now that was just pathetic,” the Hellgod spat at her. “Honestly, this fight is going to take about 1 minute once I reach you.”
“Then you won’t reach me,” Willow said. Drawing a breath and concentrating, she muttered, “Traho of orbis terrarum est rescinded.”
Glory let out an amusing yelp of surprise as she found local gravity distorted. She floated nearly a foot above the ground, waving her hands and feet. She was not amused.
“Oh, I’m going to so get you for this!”
“Owie,” she said.
“It’s okay, baby, I’m here now,”
“She’s not a problem.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” Glory said from over
In the meantime,
Instantly, Glory dropped
“Okay, that was cute,” Glory said, obviously not seeing them yet. “But I’m gonna see how you like it when I poke your frickin’ eyes out!”
“Just die you bitch,”
The effect was dramatic. Glory screamed again, this time even louder than she had before. She batted at her skin as if she were covered in stinging bees and ran. Taking off for the dense line of trees surrounding the college campus, her flight seemed random as she continued batting at her self.
Next to her,
Shaking the red head and calling her name, she found Will unresponsive. Blood was pooling on the cleft of her upper lip before sliding in thick drops down the side of her face.
“Oh, goddess, oh goddess, please Will…. C’mon baby, please wake up,”
Grabbing her cell phone from her skirt’s pocket, she dialed
End Chapter 4