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When the Morning Star Sings	By : LadyBold Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5:

It took Spike explaining it at least seven times, before Willow's tired and nishnished mind could catch on. He too, had been experiencing the dreams. Though his featured a rather cryptic version of Angel, with her own and Cordy's screams for background noise. Comparing the two dreams, Willow became increasingly alarmed.

"What does it mean? Why are we both dreaming of Cordy and Angel, and each other? Why all the cryptic warnings?' Willow asked, panic in her voice.

Spike shook his head, his eyes somber. "Red, Willow . . . I just don't know. I think we should call Ripper. See what he knows about shared dreams and such. And I … I think we maybe, uhm, should, call, uhm. We should call Angel." The last sentence was said in a rush, as Spike forced the words out quickly.

Willow nodded her head, "Okay, I'll call Giles, after 8pm, though cause of the time difference." She paused for a moment. "Do, do you want me to call Angel and Cordelia?"

Spike looked grateful for the suggestion. "If you don't mind? I just . . . I don't like talking with Angel. It's too hard." Though Willow noticed he didn't mention why it was hard, she just nodded.

"You know, I haven't seen my grand-sire, since I had the Gem of Amara? I mean I saw him at Buffy's . . .funeral, but we didn't speak, I was too broken up, physically and mentally, and I know he had to be feeling close to the same." Spike paused, not looking up from his clasped hands, so he didn't notice the surprised expression cross Willow's face. "I used to taunt him and Buffy, about their love, and how pathetic it was. How they could never be friends. At least I got that much from Buffy, in the end. All he has are sad memories and nightmares of what Angelus did to all of you."

Willow didn't say a word, letting Spike's voice wash over her, noticing how the familiar North London accent faded, to be replaced by one not too dissimilar to Giles'.

"I loved her, you know. And I prolly always will at least a part of me. Same as I'll always love Dru, my dark goddess. Cause they both made me feel. But now I look back, and I know that Buffy'd want me to move on. Not leave the Bit or you Scoobies, but to honor her memory and find something else. Someone else." As Spike spoke, tears rolled down his face. But a smile still remained upon his wide mouth.

"I think, well I think I can do that." Spike whispered, almost to low for Willow to catch, though once it reached her ears, she wasn't sure if she could handle the thought of Spike with someone else, someone who wasn't . . .her.

~@~@~@~

As Wes and Cordy entered the cool lobby of the Hyperion they were greeted by the ear-piercing yells of an unhappy baby. Cordy ran to the distressed toddler, gathering his chunky frame to her slight body, cooing soothingly at him, while searching frantically for his at fat father. When she spied him, he was running dead out, a bottle of formula in hand.ithoithout a word she grabbed it from Angel and began feeding the deprived child, immediately, and ignored Angel's frantic looking face.

"Oh thank the powers! I wasn't sure where you had gone, and as soon as you ran out, Connor started fussing, and I couldn't figure out what was wrong . . ." Angel's agitated babbling died down at the sight of his beautiful half-demon seer holding his son in her arms. Like the famed portraits of Mary, the mother of Jesus, her dark head bent to com the the weepy toddler, the sun shone down, resting on the crown of her head, and giving her an ethereal glow. In that instant he knew that whatever else was to come, his dreams of a Shanshu had come true. For this tiny slip of a woman, and a child borne of two of the vilest vampires in history, had made him come alive, if not in the breathing sense than in every other way.

Cordy looked up hearing Angel's breath catch, and noticed for the first time how she sat in the sunlight. Moving to a darker corner without a thought, she smiled up at her Champion. "Sorry 'bout that, Broody-boy, I didn't notice."

Angel's eyes nearly filled with tears at her selfless and natural reaction, but instead of saying anything, he just sat beside the two on the couch, reveling in their nearness.

Wes' eyes narrowed at the blatant desire and tenderness in Angel's actions, as well as Cordy's obtuseness. Choosing to avoid the anger at a confrontation at this juncture, Wes headed to the office, intent on finding the root of the dreams plaguing his friends. Pulling down a book nearly his own weight, he opened it to the section labeled in ancient Latin, Somnus Aspectus, or Sleeping Visions. Paging through, he observed a passage, simply called IL Compago, The Joining, and read further.

** In times of great turmoil within the world
There comes a time for The Joining
When four souls find their hearts
And together they can fight the evil
From within and without

But in the third age of man,
When none of creation remembers
The Powers but for vague promises
And magic is forgotten
Shall two reborn in Magic
Find two beings reborn without souls
Will be gifted them by the woman with
Magic of Earth
Two beings reborn without true hearts
Will be gifted them by the woman with
Magic of Heaven

Together the four shall become one
And the Joining shall protect the world
And the Host will ring forth
As the morning star sings
Shall the Dawn of a new age be ushered in

Heralded by dreams,
Waking and sleeping
The un-joined shall ache for
The three who shall be their
Whole

But should the four remain un-Joined
The fallen star will tear the world asunder
And the end shall come with
Much haste and suffering

Many shall stand in the way of the Joining
Demons and those of hell
Lead by the star's most shining child
But if the Joined find solace in each other
And in their allies both of heaven and on earth
The armies of hell and the fallen star himself
Shall not be able to destroy what has been wrought **

Wes gasped loudly, his heart racing at the implications of the prophecy. He ran his hands over the page, before standing quickly and grabbing his cell phone. Dialing a number he knew by heare bee began pacing frantically.

"Answer! Goddamit! Hello? Giles?"

"Yes? Wesley?" Came Rupert Giles' tinny voice.

"Yes, it's me. I think we have a problem."

"What is it? It's not, A-A-Angelus?"

"No, but Giles, it could be worse. Do you have a copy of the Portentum Maleficus?"

"Yes of course!"

"Turn to the section, Somnus Aspectus, and a page titled IL Compago." Wes waited as the older man did so, without question.

"Oh dear . . ."

"Precisely. And in the past week or so, Angel and Cordelia have both begun experiencing dreams, and if you're reading what I am, I think this is the beginning. And it seems the dreams are featuring Willow, and . . . Spike."

"Oh dear . . ."

"Giles now is not the time to get stuck in your role as a Watcher, snap out of it MAN!"

"Right, right. Well I guess I should head back to Sunnydale. If what you suspect is true, then I should be the one to tell Willow."

"No, Giles, I just needed to talk this through with someone, get a second opinion of sorts. What I really need for you to do is run interference with the Council; we can't have them getting involved. They have proven time and again that they are not as pure as they would like to project; I have a feeling if they came across this prophecy, we might find them trying to destroy one or both vampires. And as the prophecy implies, if the Joining doesn't happen . . .it could prove disastrous."

"Too right. Wes, please keep me informed . . . if there is anything you need me for, I can be there in moments."

Wes looked at the phone incredulously. "Moments?"

"Having a vengeance demon as a lover has its benefits, and that's merely the mundane sort." Giles laughed.

Wes snorted, then said his good-byes. He had to take this to Cordy and Angel.
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