Bringing You Back - Please Come Back

[Tru Davies (Break)]

The news had hit her like a tidal wave, washing away all her tears. Throwing the whole idea on her at once. An aura of calmness settled around her, leaving her lost. She hadn’t shed one tear – perhaps denial. Her cousin had been with her through so much, always there… And to just be taken away be a sword? Why couldn’t she cry? Why didn’t she tremble? She just stood, completely calm. Though she rarely ate, or talked.

She wore heavy black boots, and a pink skirt and shirt. Her clothing never changed – she needed something to remain cheerful. Her boots trudged through the mist that lingered along the ground, definitely bringing a creepy feel to the area.

Tru stopped in front or a grave that clearly read ‘Faith Winters’ she sighed, a cold chill running down her spine at the sight. “Here we go…” She whispered, sitting down beside the stone. She ran a cold hand along the engraved printing, a smile toying at the corner of her lips. She missed her a lot.

The lone Ravenclaw was fully aware of the chances she was taking. Faith could turn out a zombie. But it was worth it. She held a picture of her cousin up, placing it in front of her. Then, from the bag she carried she took out the Urn of Osiris. She had done a lot to get that – rather, paid a lot. Ebay came in handy at times.

She slipped a shining dagger from her bag, handling it carefully. She wished she had the time to buy blood, or get it somewhere. But no, she had to slit her own wrists. The thoughts made her want to double over and hurl. But Faith was worth the blood; the pain.

Now to get serious. She thought, with a huff.

“Este scris, aceasta putere este dreptul poporuil meu de a conduce,” She spoke, making one slit on her left wrist. She shut her eyes at the pain, trying not to scream. She didn’t want many to come and ruin the spell. No one to worry, talk to her.

“Nici mort nici al finite.” Another slit to the left arm, cautiously, shaking, she held it over the urn. She bit her lower lip hard, she was hating this.

“Te invoc, spirit al trecẻrii.” The dagger met with her right arm, slicing deep into her flesh. She took in deep breaths, watching her blood drip into the urn. She looked away, it made her feel woozy.

“Redă trupului ce separā omul de animal.” One last slit. Relief. At least the cutting was over. She grabbed Faith’s picture, leaning it against the Urn of Osiris. She held her arm over the vase, allowing the crimson liquid to drip freely.

“Asa sa fie.” She tilted her head back, breathing in the night air, closing her honey colored eyes. A red whirlwind rose from the jar, twisting itself around Tru and the grave. It was like a light against the dark sky. Her hair flew up, twisting around wildly with the wind speeds.

“Nu trec bun aceast!” She hollered into the dead night, the twisting red wind came to abrupt halt, floating away in the calm wind. She opened her eyes wide, shock written all over her face. She forgot a shovel! She moved the blood-filled urn to the side, and the picture. From her bag she grabbed her wand, pointing it in the direction of the castle. “Accio shovel!” She ducked as a shovel flew towards her, slamming into Faith’s grave.

Tru dug quickly,until stoping, her breating harsn. She took deep breaths as she looked down the hole. Shoveling was a lot tiring then she thought. She couldn't leave Faith clawing if she was alive though! Tru quickly got back to shoveling.



Ooc: Idea copied from Buffy. We both adore Buffy (Faith and I) so, ya.

Translation from first to end:

It is written; this power is my people's right to wield.

Not dead, nor not of the living.

Spirits of the interregnum, I call.

Restore to the corporal vessel that which separates us from beast.

Let it be so.

Let this one know only pain.

[†Faith Winters†]

Calm. Everything was so calm. Like a never ending slumber. No feelings could be felt, no joy, no sadness, no pain, no happiness, nothing. Just calm. It had taken awhile to get used to, but soon Faith had lolled back, she was there for all eternity after all. Or so she thought.

The calm was ripped away so fast it hurt. She felt like she had slammed back into herself, awoken harshly from a dream, something. Air filled her lungs so quick it burned, and they felt like they may have just burst. Muscles going into a spasm, Faith went to sit up without mean to, slamming her head into the top of her coffin. Her coffin.

Blinking a few times, her breathing getting harsher and harsher by the second, her hands slammed up into the top of the coffin, banging it with all her might. Oxygen was already becoming an issue; it felt as if someone was squeezing her lungs. Thank god she wasn’t claustrophobic.

Balling her hands into fists, Faith began to beat against the coffin, although she wasn’t getting far, her muscles were too raw to actually work well. A fist shot up through the wood, and before she knew what was happening, dirt was pouring into the casket with her.

Clawing at anything she could reach, Faith kicked at the coffin, putting her feet through it. Now brining her knees up, she smashed through the wood in a swift motion. She demolished it. Now all that was in her way was dirt.

Pulling herself into a sitting position, she began to dig at an insane speed, cough and choking as dirt entered her mouth. Her hand smacked against something solid, and she grabbed a hold of it, using it to pull herself up. Breaking through the soil, loud coughs soon emitted from the confines of her mouth, her whole body shaking as she coughed. Releasing what she now knew was a shovel; she pulled the rest of her body out of the dirt.

Tears ran down her cheeks as she continued to cough; her eyes burned from the mixture of dirt and tears. She tried to stand for about a split second, but her legs gave out and she went face-first back into the dirt.

Letting another cough wreck through her, Faith slid her hands up, placing her palms firmly on the dirt. Pushing herself up so she was on her hands and knees, Faith proceeded to vomit. When she was finished, a sudden tranquil feeling took over her.

Opening cobalt eyes wide, she looked up to the figure hovering above her. Squinting, she tried to place whom the person was, before it came crashing to her, “Tru?” She uttered out, her voice low and raspy.

Standing slowly, she took hold of the side of the grave, pulling herself out of the hole, unable to stay in there any longer, she had spent a few weeks in there after all. Everything was blank as she sat there, trying to recall what had happened, why she had awoken inside a casket. Moving her hollow eyes back to her cousin, a single question pushed itself through her lips, “You brought me back?” Ha! Of course she had brought her back, not one of Faiths finer questions, but, give her a break, she had just come back to life, everything was still hazy for her.

Closing her eyes tight, flashes of her death snapped through her mind. Letting out a small scream, her eyes sprung open. Her gaze flashed to her hands right away. The blood was wash away. But it was still there, it would always be there. She had ended her own life, gave everything up, and now her blood rested on her hands. But not just her blood. Of course not. Amelia’s blood was the blood she was worried about. She could live with the fact that she had taken her own life, but, she had taken someone else’ life. And no matter what, that was going to haunt her.

[Evie]

ooc: As a fellow Buffy fan I say....THAT WAS AMAZING EXCELLENT RPING TWO THUMBS UP 5 STARS AND A GIANT SMILEY FACE!!! ;D

[Serenity]

Serena had heard the deafening news. She broke down but was unable to shed any tears. This was her fault. She had left and there was noone to protect her Faith. She deserved this. And yet she was in a dreamlike state and she had picked the daisies from the forest. Floating down the grounds to the graveyard. It had been a long trudge, each step, she came closer to realizing that she was gone.

A great lamentation swelled in her throat, but she was unable to clear it. And she had tried, her throat now raw. Her face was swollen and blotchy. Her whole body seemed to lack the usual splendor, she was now shadow-like in this bright sunny world.

She pushed open the looming metal gates and the screeched unpleasently. She moved to the newer part of the graveyard. The one holding the students of Magic Horizons. She saw pink in the distance. It was someone she had once seen a picture of her, on Faith's bedside table. Tru was her name.

She saw blood, or rather she could smell it. She clutched the flowers in her hand tighter and walked more briskly. As she approached the girl, and looked over her should. The Urn of Osiris. Was she trying to bring faith back?

'Tru.....Tru,' Her voice was failing her, 'Tru what's going on?'

[†Faith Winters†]

Ooc: Lol, Serena, you do realize that Faith is currently sprawled out beside the hole that once was her grave, right? And, Tru is currently still inside of the hole?

Bic:
The light of the moon had been too much for Faith to handle, for a few weeks her eyes hadn’t been used, and now they burned at the slight illumination. Sinking into the shadows, Faith had curled herself in a wee ball, trying to escape from everything around her. She wasn’t supposed to be here. Wasn’t supposed to be alive.

A familiar scent gathered, bringing a familiar feeling of butterflies in her stomach. And she had no clue as to why. That voice. The voice echoed throughout her head, tugging at her brain, forcing her to place it to a face, a name, something.

Cerulean eyes sprung open, and Faith sat up quickly, causing a rush of pain to wreck through her. Wincing slightly, Faith slowly turned to face the girl whom had spoken. And a rush of tears poured down her face. Serenity. Wiping her eyes and face with her dirty, long-sleeved shirt, Faith stood up slowly, shakily, and stumbled forward.

Toppling over when she was in front of Serena, Faith sat there on her knees for a minute, staring up at Serena, before wrapping her arms around her and pulling her close, burying her head in Serena’s stomach, “Why did you leave? You said you loved me, you said you wanted to marry me...” She managed to sob out, her throat tight and dry.

[Tru Davies (Break)]

When she saw a pair of filthy hands claw through the dirt, she gasped loudly. The only thing to find out now was if Faith was herself, and not a zombie of some sort. She tossed the shovel aside and quickly started to help dig with her hands. After what seemed like eternity she could see her cousin, matted in mud, twigs strung through her hair. A wide look of sympathy spread over her features, she mouthed the word sorry, for only a croak could escape her lips.

How could she know if this was what Faith wanted? What if she rested in peace? Tru did not want to be the one to destroy Faith's bliss... Make her miserable. She was biting her lip as hard as she could, until she saw a shadowy figure approach her. She knew who this was, Faith had showed her pictures, and had mentioned this girl a great deal. "Serenity..." She said back as a greeting, her voice was hoarse and barely understandable.

An unsure smile appeared on her lips as Faith hugged Serena, maybe she was a tad happy? Tru understood that Faith hadn't seen her fiance for a long time, and never had the chance to say goodbye. Tru climbed out of the hole, and stared at the two girls. She was trembling uncontrollably, wondering how Faith would react. Would she still like her? Or did she destroy her relationship with Faith? A few tears leaked from her caramel eyes, she waited for the scene to go on, letting out a silent prayer.

Ooc: Ooh! Thanks Evie. I'm glad that you liked it!! ^.^

[Serenity]

Serena Gasped and held onto her Faith. She couldn't believe it. This was wrong, somehow she felt that something was missing. Maybe it was because the consequences of the actions had been withdrawn. The was unbalance, even as she held her love, she felt squeamish. Unnatural, or maybe it was just the guilt swelling in the back of her throat that maybe this was all her fault.

She held out her hands to Tru

[†Faith Winters†]

She could feel it. Feel something. The slight blonde rose her eyes up to meet Serena’s, and she knew something was wrong. She could tell by the way the other girl was holding onto her, the look in her eyes. And it destroyed her. The world around her came crashing down. Faith let out a suppressed sob and let go of Serena, sinking back, “You don’t want to be with me anymore, do you?” She asked in a low raspy voice, the words burning her throat and mouth as they left it.

Tipping over so she was laying on her side, Faith pulled her knees up to her chest, and wrapped her arms up around her head, trying to muffle the sobs that had started to escape her petite form.

[Serenity]

She coddled her Faith. 'No baby, that's not it, it's just, things like these have consequences, you can't cheat death and expect for there not to be repercussions.' She held onto her small lithe figure, with a fierceness, nothing could hurt her now. She wouldn't let it.

[†Faith Winters†]

The sobs slowly subsided, and Faith rose her gaze to meet Serena’s, “B-but… You left…” She whispered out weakly. Going slightly limp, Faith stared off at the night sky for several moments, collecting her fuzzy thoughts, “There will be consequences… But I can handle them… Just, please… Don’t leave again… I-I… I can’t handle that… I can deal with anything else that happens, but not you leaving…” She said in a hushed voice, her gaze refusing to leave the sky, a somewhat lost expression on her face.