Lost Slayer #2 - Dark Times by Golden Christopher

Author:Golden, Christopher [Golden, Christopher]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Willow sat in her dormitory room amidst a circle of white candles, their flames casting a sickly yellow glow upon the walls, flickering shadows of things that had no form. It was dark outside, but clouds blotted out the stars.

Something prevented her from summoning Lucy Hanover. For more than an hour she had tried.

Now she bit her lip and fought the despair that threatened to overwhelm her.

"Lucy, please," Willow whispered into the seething shadows. "I need help. You're the only one who might have answers. Please."

With her heart and soul she reached out into the dark, into the spiritual ether she had mentally touched several times before. Something cold touched Willow's back, and she flinched in fear and shock.

"Lucy?"

As one, the candles blew out, smoke wafting up from each of them, glittering in the dark. The tendrils seemed to reach out to one another, to twine into a web of smoke, to spin and weave together into a hideous shadow face, a snarling, horned thing whose eyes seemed like endless black pits.

"Noooooo . . ." it groaned with pain and anger.

Though the windows were closed, a sudden wind rushed through the room and the smoke dissipated. Willow shivered as the temperature dropped precipitously. She blinked, searching for some sign of that malevolent presence.

Lucy was there, hovering half a foot above the ground. Her spectral form seemed even more faint than ever, a ghost of a ghost. Willow whispered her name and the spirit smiled weakly.

"I am here, friend Willow," Lucy said, her otherworldly voice quavering.

"What was that?"

"The creature was a soul-eater. My will proved too strong for it, but it has been thwarting my attempts to reach you. It attacked me here on the Ghost Roads, in the moment just before The Prophet showed the Slayer the future. I fear that it may not have been coincidence."

Willow slumped over, one hand over her mouth, and squeezed her eyes shut. Only for a moment, though. Then she stood, determined, and faced the ghost.

"You've gotta help me figure out what's going on," she said. "Ever since that night, Buffy's been all wigged. At first I thought maybe she was just pushing us away, that she was gonna go all Lone Ranger, take Camazotz down herself and get Giles back."

Something rolled over in Willow's stomach and she shuddered.

"She hasn't even tried, Lucy. I live here. I see her. She goes to half her classes, and she's looking over her shoulder all the time, paranoid, like any second, hello, ambush! But she's the Slayer. She gets ambushed all the time. Comes with the territory. And not usually during the day. It just isn't like her."

Willow paused, a chill creeping through her. When she looked up, she saw the phantom of the dead Slayer gazing dolefully down upon her, swaying slightly in the dim room.

"Lucy?"

"Where are your friends? Do they agree?"

"Definitely. It's been two days and Buffy hasn't done anything about Giles, so we're going to do it ourselves. Oz is tracking down the ship, and Xander and Anya are getting some weapons from Giles's apartment.

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