Counteracting the Magicks
Author: PaulenaK ~ toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
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Counteracting the Magicks
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She stood at the side of the road and looked up at the house
that had been more of a home to her then the house she had grown up in. Watched
the shadow's fall across the window's as the occupant's of the house moved
about inside.
Xander and Anya would
be cuddled up under a rug on the sofa, Spike would be
sitting in an armchair with his novelty mug of nuked O-positive at his side,
while Dawn and Buffy would be sprawled out on the floor in front of the telly with a huge bowl of popcorn between them.
She herself would be there too, sharing in the comfort that was
video night... would be if she hadn't of missed the closeness she and Tara had
shared. She had done wrong in concocting that little forgetful spell, she knew
that now, but at the time all she wanted to do was make things right... so they
would be okay, kinda like when Xander had summoned
King Music Man from hell... all she wanted was for her
and Tara to be okay. Instead all she had done was force an even bigger wedge
between her and her wiccan
counterpart. A wedge so big
Everyone had been supportive and loving at first, doing all they
could to lift her spirits, but still, within herself something was missing.
That's why she had reverted back into the Magick's,
that's why she transformed Amy back into her human form, because she was
lonely, not friend lonely, she had all the friend's
she needed, but ‘magick’ lonely. She needed someone
there who felt what she felt when it came to her wicca side. Buffy, Xander,
Dawn, Spike and even Anya had there own little lot in
her life but none even came close to what she and Tara had shared. None came
close to the Magick's.
Until Rack.
He made her soar in way's she had only dreamed, in him she found
a way to forget about Tara and the emptiness Tara's leaving had left inside
her. And yet, in him she had forgotten the true meaning of love and friendship.
Dawn had nearly died and she had been too psyched up on Rack to
see the danger she had put Dawn in.
To say Buffy was mad would have been the understatement of the
century. She shook her head, recalling not one time when the slayer's wrath had
been directed at her. They had been friends forever and in one magic laced
night she had ruined it all.
Reaching into her pocket she pulled forth an envelope with
Buffy's name written on the front and slipped it into the letterbox.
"Forgive me..." She whispered, a shiver coursing
through her body as the wind carried her word's up towards the open window of
the Summers home.
Lifting her hand she watched mesmerized as a tiny glow of orange
started to form in the middle of her palm. A single tear was all that flowed
down her cheek as the orange fire ball grew and grew, until it had engulfed
her. And then it was gone... and so was
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End
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