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Healing Wounds	By : Sylver Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Anita Blake series, nor BtVS. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Are you ‘people’ about done out here?” the trio heard coming from the doorway.

Spike looked up to see Edward’s ice-blue eyes staring back at him. “We’ll be in in a minute, mate.”

“Well hurry up. One of Rafael’s people called and the first wave of vamps have entered the city. It won’t be long now.”

Willow suppressed a shudder as she clung tightly to the men she loved.

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Back inside the Circus everything was a flurry of activity as vampires and weres worked on blocking off entrances, boarding up windows and stashing weapons in strategic locations. Most were more comfortable using their natural defenses than any of the array of guns and explosives being provided, but as Willow watched several wererats loading clips into their mini-Uzis, it was obvious that some had experience in this area. Although, she had to wonder why no one had bothered to sharpen any stakes.

“This stuff’s good and all, mate, but where’s the pointy weapons?” Spike asked, pawing through the arsenal.

Edward gave him a thoughtful look and shrugged. “I’ve got some blades on the end table over there, but all the guns are stocked with silver bullets, there’s even some hollow points and others with holy water in them. They’re really very effective.”

“Yes, I’m sure they’re very ouchy, but in close combat, guns are risky, the wrong people could get shot, and besides there’s nothing like the feeling of burying a great bloody axe in some bloke’s chest.”

“Well, I hadn’t planned on letting any of them get that close to me,” Edward replied nonchalantly, but secretly he had respect for any man, or creature for that matter, that was willing to get up close and personal with death.

Anita approached and started sorting through the weapons, not looking up as she addressed the pair. “Spike is right, Edward. If they break through the frontline, we don’t want anyone taking friendly fire. Besides, most of the weres hardly know which end of a gun is the dangerous one. We can’t count on them in a firefight. Maybe you should get some other types of weapons.” She looked up at him then with a challenging smirk. “You can get other weapons, can’t you?”

Briefly an offended expression crossed Edward’s face. “Just give me an hour and I can get anything. What do you need?”

Anita and Edward turned their attention back to Spike. “Anything you can get, mate; axes, swords, stakes, hell, baseball bats even. Most of these things won’t die if you bludgeon them, but broken kneecaps can sure slow one down. Oh, and maybe stock up on the holy water too.” Spike glanced over at Asher chewing on his lower lip. “In fact get as much as you can, I’m having a bit of an idea.”

“No problem. One medieval weapons kit coming right up. Anita, can I have a quick word with bef before I go?”

Anita followed Edward to the door, where he handed her a small black object. She looked down at it and grinned. “A new Browning? For me? Edward, you’re so sentimental!”

“Yeah, Yeah. Just try not to let this one get melted. I filed the trigger pin and loaded it with silver, holy water filled ammo. Plus, here’s two more clips with the same, one with silver hollow points, and one with lead in case she has anything with her that’s immune to silver,” he said, handing her the ammo clips.

“Leave it to you to think of everything. Try to hurry back, they’ll be here soon.”

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After checking the wards she had placed around the outside of the building, Willow began preparing some rather nasty charms designed to do a variety of things, such as shrinking spells, ones to turn people to stone, and one particularly sinister one that would turn whoever it touched inside out. She wasn’t sure if they would work on zombies or vampires without testing them, but they were worth a try. When she was finished she set about making protection charms for everyone. Again she was unsure how effective they would be, protecting vampires against other vampires, but they should at least be of some help to the weres and that was some comfort.

Not all the weres were comfortable accepting magical aid though, especially from a vampire, but most of them took the amulets she made them, and several, mainly those who served as pomme de sangs, allowed her to paint their bodies with ancient symbols to guard them further. She had just finished applying the last of the painted symbols to Jason naked flesh, while he did his best to hide a smirk from Spike who was glaring at the pair from nearby, when she heard a loud crash followed by a strange scraping sound from the cha beh behind her.

Anita and several others did a quick head count to verify that everyone was together and that no noise should be coming from the closed off room. Suddenly the dark-haired woman smacked herself in the forehead in a classic ‘duh’ gesture quickly followed by a look of dread. “I forgot all about them,” Anita said, her eyes seeking out Jean-Claude’s to see if he had followed her meaning. “This could be trouble.”

Slipping her new Browning from its holster, Anita yanked open the door and peered into the eyes of close to eighty zombies. They were shuffling out of a broken section of wall they had been buried behind.

“Merde, we had just finished remodeling this room too,” Jean-Claude said, moving forward to peer over Anita’s shoulder.

Anita shook her head in frustration. She had raised these particular zombies once before by accident when the triumvirate between her, Richard, and Jean-Claude was still fairly new and she had yet to learn how to control her increasing powers. This time, however, had not been an accident, at least not on her part. This was the Dark Mother’s influence.

Anita muttered a string of curses under her breath. How could she have forgotten about all the bodies buried at the Circus? She believed this chamber held the largest group, but surely there were countless corpses all over the place. In fact, given the zombie activity happening all over town, she was surprised it had taken this long for them to rise. Perhaps they had been influenced by the magnitude of supernatural energy surrounding them, or maybe all of Willow’s spells had hindered them a bit. Whatever the reason, they were here now, and somehow Anita doubted they would be any easier to lay to rest than the others had been.

“Shit!” she swore, holstering her pistol. “I don’t know what we’re going to do. I couldn’t lay any of the others to rest, and before long they turned ‘flesh eating,’ which is rare all on its own, so I’m open to suggestions.”

“Fire.” All heads turn momentarily to look at Spike. “Well, it seems like the obvious choice, don’t it? Not that I’ve had much experience with zombies, but that’s what they always do in the movies.”

Anita looked down at the ground in frustration. “I hate to do it, I mean they used to be people, but you may be right. There will be others though and I don’t think we should risk starting fires all over the place or else we might just burn it all down around our heads.”

“Some good axes should take care of the rest,” Spike said.

Anita shivered. “The thought of you burning them and hacking them into pieces goes against everything I believe in, but I don’t see what choice we have. How should we keep them contained until Edward gets back with the weapons?”

Richard cleared his throat, “I can have some of my pack keep them corralled.”

“Just so long as none of them start eating them,” she replied looking pointedly at Jason.

“Gross! Don’t remind me…blech! I had that taste in my mouth for a week,” Jason shuddered.

“Okay then, I guess I better start looking for where Edward put the flame thrower.”

Willow stepped forward, interrupting her. “Allow me.”

This would be the first major test of her power since she had died, and Willow was a bit nervous. She looked over the motley crew of decaying bodies, some with missing limbs, many with only slight patches of hair, empty eye sockets turned toward her in expectation, a few with raisin like remnants of where their eyes had once been. Despite all she had seen in her twenty years of life, the scene before her was enough to make her gorge rise. Did vampires hurl? She didn’t want to find out.

Closing her eyes on the sight, Willow did her best to concentrate. “Aestus estus, aestus estus,” she began to chant, reaching her hands out toward the room, feeling the power within her build. “AESTUS ESTUS FLAMMA!!!”

Fire shot from her hands in a great arch, filling the room before her. The smell was horrendous, as hair and old clothing burst into flame, flesh and bone twisting into charred piles. Lipless mouths screamed in pain, and Willow’s own screams followed them as the horror of the hellish sight burrowed its way into her soul. When it was finished she crumpled to the floor sobbing.

“Well,” Spike said gently, scooping her up into his arms, “So much for my concerns of you becoming a soulless killer.”

To be continued…
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