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Xander hoped he was still asleep, he hoped that was just a dream,
but somehow he doubted it.
He had seen many things that would have scared a normal man
blind, since he had met Buffy…but nothing had prepared him to what
was witnessing.
A part of his mind was telling him to turn his back at what he was
seeing and end that nightmare…but the images he was seeing, the
battle he was witnessing was
hypnotic.
Buffy and Spike were fighting. Never had he seen so much blood, so
many demons and vampires. Buffy and Spike were fighting on
opposite sides of a hall, taking down as many demons as they
could, with a strength and determination it almost didn’t seem
human.
They probably didn’t even realize they were moving and fighting in
sync. He screamed when a huge demon appeared
behind Buffy’s shoulders, but couldn’t help sighing
in relief when a simple look from Spike was enough to warn her
friend.
He could feel Willow and Giles, feel they were fighting as well.
He didn’t want to move toward them, but he couldn’t help it, it
was almost like they were calling him.
The hall was lit only by a purple light, he could see some
flickers of green light and he instinctively knew it was coming
from Eric…he suspected he was surrounded by it as well.
< Am I really dreaming? > he
wondered.
<Does it really matter? > Eric’s voice answered him.
<I guess it doesn’t…what am I doing here? >
he asked.
Eric answered him in a language Xander was almost sure was
Latin <Oculos
meos es!
Brachia mea es!
Eorum bellatorem
es! [be my eyes, be my arms…be
their warrior]>
Although he didn’t understand what Eric had told him, he knew what
he had to do. There was a junction
at the end of the hall without even thinking he went to the left.
He wasn’t afraid anymore. he didn’t
fear anything. Although he could clearly feel Willow and Giles he
wasn’t afraid for them, either. He knew what to do.
He slowly walked toward the purple mist, there were two horned
demons guarding it. They didn’t seem to acknowledge his presence.
He could almost see his two friends within the purple mist, he
could discern their bodies.
< Be my arms, Xander>
Eric told him. Xander closed his eyes and stretched his arms
toward the purple mist, it almost seemed solid, and was cold.
Xander couldn’t help blinking when from his hands poured out a
greenish iridescent light. He
arched his head, he could feel energy
flowing throughout his body, the purple mist almost melted
against the greenish light.
< Enter and be their warrior, Xander…>
Xander took a deep breath. he glimpsed
Willow and Giles: strong snake like strings were all around
their heads. They both had their
eyes open but didn’t move.
<Don’t try to free them…> Eric
warned. Xander nodded, without even realizing what he was doing.
He entered the purple mist, there weren’t smells within it,
there weren’t
rumors except for Willow and Giles’ panting breaths. Xander
moved toward them.
<Be their warrior, Xander> Eric
told him.
Xander knelt in front of his friends. He took both their hands in
his wincing at how cold they were and closed his eyes.
Flashes of colors and images filled
his head. He tilted his head back and gasped.
In the living room of Giles’ apartment, a sleeping Xander stirred
from Anya’s arms and screamed while
blood poured out from his nostrils.
He had entered the leak.
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