Chapter Four
The Light and The Dark
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Eventually we made it back to the rest of the Crew, and they were all just as shocked as Isabelle, Shalimar, and I were to see the Slayer. And then the shock of seeing the Slayer and Spike...together. All of them...us...had guessed that it was true, but no one really knew for sure that the two of them had been an item. One of Light, and One of Dark...
"Kyla..." I whispered to the girl to my right. Her shoulder-length blonde hair bouncing as she turned to face me. My sister was definitely a beauty to behold. Her radiant smile would light up the room, and her pale skin always glistened as if it was just oiled. Her eyes were the palest green I'd ever seen in my entire time on the planet and her demeanor, although a vampire, was the calmest and most soothing of anyone I'd ever met.
"What's goin on, Rayvin?" Her eyes took on a bemused quality. "Is that really the Slayer?"
"Yeah, it is actually the Slayer. C'mon. I want you to meet her," I drug the blonde over to meet the Slayer, and when we pulled up short of Buffy, I noticed the solitude reflecting in her eyes.
"Slayer?" I questioned timidly and she directed her hazel eyes up to me. "Can I introduce someone to you?"
"Of course. Come on..," She patted the dry cement next to her, and Kyla and I sat down to her left.
"Buffy, I'd like you to meet someone that I love with all of my heart." I motioned for Kyla to move closer to the Slayer and then continued. "Buffy, this is my youngest sister, Kyla. She was turned at the same age I was...Twenty-one. I thought you might like to meet her..."
In actuality, I wasn't sure whether or not Buffy was ready to meet my sister. I was just hoping that I could ease her heartache a bit by introducing her to Kyla. It looked, from my point of view, that my introducing my sister to Buffy was helping a bit...At least now she had another player for her new Scooby Team...now she had the sister.
"Hi, Kyla. I...I'm Buffy..."
Kyla grinned broadly. "How's it goin', Slayer?"
"I've been better..."
Kyla toned down her smile. "Sorry to hear that..." Kyla turned in retreat, a hurt expression flashing over her face.
"Kyla! No - no, that's...that's not what I meant..." The slayer whimpered as I jumped up and flung my arm out to halt my sister. She flashed yellow eyes at me, but I stood my ground. I flashed my amber eyes back at her in return. She knew I was more powerful than she ever had been at any given time. When I was her age, I had twice her strength, twice her agility, and it was then I had found myself the second-in-command of The Crew.
"Kyla...turn. Speak. She needs friendship. Talk to the Slayer..." I placed a finger on her forehead, silently telling her to use her brain and think before she spoke.
She's bad about that, my sister. She's always been that way, no thanks to my brother. Kyla always speaks before she thinks about what she's saying, and it's gotten her into a LOT of trouble...that's why I turned her...to try and keep her away from the people she'd gotten into trouble with the most. It seemed to have worked...so far.
I looked at her hard as she sauntered up to Buffy, her eyes downcast.
"Buffy - " The slayer looked up at the fair vampyress before her and a light sparked into her eyes...
"You know, you look like a blonde version of Dawnie..." she whispered and my sister grinned.
"Who's 'Dawnie'?"
"My sister..."
I grinned as the two of them went into conversations that appeared as if Kyla was Dawn's reincarnate...they had been exactly alike. Stubborn, a bit of a wild streak, and even a bit Klepto at times. Scary as it was to admit, Kyla had actually been in a hospital for it for a while...and it was hell for me.
"Gettin' along well, aren't they?"
I turned and there stood Spike and Nichalus Michaels, my flanking partner. His crimson eyes showed a bit of jealousy toward Kyla.
"Easy, Mate. You'll meet 'er 'ventually." Spike stated, after noticing the look on Nick's face, and then slapped him on the back, before walking over to talk with his lover.
"You know, it must be nice..." I whispered to no one.
"What, Ray?" Nick's crimson eyes searched mine when I looked up at him.
I shrugged.
"Tell me," he begged. his face completely losing the look of annoyed jealousy he'd had moments before, replacing that with a worried look.
"To be loved like that," I motioned at Spike and the Slayer as Kyla stood up and shook Buffy's hand before turning to go back to the rest of the Crew. I wiped a single, blood red tear from my eye and looked back at Nick. "I've longed for that my entire life and unlife. You don't know how many times I've wished for a love that could span all eternity and find me..." I choked back a sob. "And there it is - they have it, the Light and the Dark, just like the prophecy told..."
Nick shook his head. "Prophecy? What prophecy?"
I sniffled. "What? You didn't know?"
Nick shook his head, his eyes narrowing. "No, I didn't. Tell me, Rayvin."
"Well, according to Gaelic legends, there will be one, a vampire, a member of the Legion of the Dark who will lead a crew of Hellions in a crusade to save the world from a coming apocalypse. In order to ensure his victory, that vampire had to resurrect his love, a member of the Realm of Light."
Nick gazed at me, not comprehending a word I'd just said.
"Don't you get it, Nichalus? Spike is the Dark, Buffy is the Light, and we are his Hellions! We will be the crew to fight the coming apocalypse and win not only because she is the Slayer...but because she is an Angel. One of the highest commands of Angels ever to exist! One of the rare hierarchies of Angel only bestowed upon Slayers! Do you get it now? Buffy is an Angel! She is one of the Angelos, Nick."
"But..."
"No 'buts'! Nick, Buffy is one of the oldest forms of Angels ever to have been created. It is a great honor to share the field of battle with such a creature, let alone know one is among you! Take comfort in the prophesy, Nichalus. Although many of us will die, we will emerge victorious. That much is foretold, and we shall fight on, in the name of the Slayer, in the honor of the Clan of Angelos, and in the name of creation."
Nick looked at me, his jaw wide open. "Ray - that was deep."
"Yeah, well, deep is how far we're into this confrontation. And one little thing I forgot to mention...we have to defeat the Legion of humans before they open the Hellmouth unintentionally."
"Bloody...hell..."
"You're tellin' me..." Before I turned to follow Nick, I stole a furtive glance back at the Vampire and the Slayer who were nestled in each other's arms, each of them sleeping with grins on their faces. I sighed, mentally comparing the two lovers to the characters from the story of "Don Quixote".
"She surely is his bleedin' Dulcinea..."
I shook my head and took off after Nick...
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