I only knew Willow a short time, but from my experiances and from what others have said, she was a very special person and she will be sorely missed, i wish i got to knew her more. She never once that i saw complained of her illness, and from what i have heard not many other kittens knew either. This fic is for you Willow.
• Title of the story: Dark War
• Author name: Chris aka robotguru
• Email address: darkguru@hotmail.com or robotguru2000@yahoo.com
• Feedback: Darn tooting
• Distribution Anywhere if you ask first
• Rating: PG. I'll update as necesarry
• Pairing Willow/Tara (eventually)
• Disclaimer: Willow and Tara are the trademarks of Joss, ME, UPN etc. Any other character and this story itself is mine.
• Note: See the prologue for the story summary. This is based on the first fic i tried to write solo, it only has the prologue below and one other chapter, i really must get back to that some time. I have been thinking of making it a WT story for a while. This is my fourth now lol, i'll keep all four going. Most spoken words in italics are in the particular race's language and are often cuss/swear words. Any italic words in English are emphasised words...go figure.
The war will not be ended in this fic and some would say it is eternal, this will follow Willow and Tara as they fight, survive, and love together. Also, not ending it here leaves me room for a sequel lol.
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Prologue
Though the story is started from here, in the year AD 5127, the earth nearing its apocalypse, it really begins when Earth was a mere baby in the scheme of life. For as long as the Earth has been in existence, through mutation and evolution, there have always been vampires and werewolves, and they have always fought a bitter war.
In 23BC, there was a great vast land we now know as China. War for supremacy in China had just ended and a dynasty was formed, We Cha, China's first Empress, ruled with a fair hand. One night she was walking alone when she was attacked by what we now know as a vampire, however half way through her being "turned" where a demon enters its host and the soul takes flight, the ritual was interrupted. While the vampire was turning its victim, now helpless, it was attacked by a large beast, a werewolf.
Hass Wei was the leader of another house, a house that had fought We Cha in the time of war. He was also We's lover, the heat of battle mixed with romantic feelings between the two. He had been allowed to escape. However, wounded as he was, he had no chance against his attacker, a werewolf. He had been turned. He had returned to say goodbye to We one more time when he saw her being attacked. It was he of course who saved her.
Hass and We soon got together. We had now taken flight for even though she did not share the vampire disadvantage of being harmed by sunlight, her face was now prone to changing to a vampiric form. She retained the ability to give birth and soon she bore fruit, a child half werewolf, half vampire. Her daughter, Chang Wei. Her face had a permanent feral shape like a werewolf when in its wolf form, but she could turn to a wolf when she wanted and control herself within her wolf form. She grew up as any other child and soon she had a family with other humans, her vampiric and werewolf blood being passed on. Her child had the same facial features as her and her brothers and sisters, they were soon seen as freaks and cast out, so was born a new race, the werevamp.
Werewolves and Vampires fought tooth and claw (literally) but the werevamp race, a peaceful race, though knowing of this, stayed out of it. That was until a fateful day, the year 3429 in a time when human's pollution had made the sky forever black and humans had more or less died out forcing vampires and werewolves to evolve and give birth. We and Hass Wei were walking when they came across a gang brawl between werewolves and vampires still locked in their never ending war. Seeing a common enemy and jealous that the werevamps had advantages from both races, both gangs turned on them and killed them. It was a massacre, they stood no chance. Their first daughter, Chang, saw their bodies with bite marks from both vampire and werewolf teeth, she was distraught, and now, the first werevamp, lead her race to war...
Technology had advanced but now in this time it, like its human creators, died out. Like Frankenstein's creation to Victor Frankenstein, it was a plague to its parents and soon died away after their demise. The three races fight each other claw to claw or with metal hand held weapons. Here, in this time of hate where even children fight and kill, here where there are not many who choose not to fight, and here, with three strong races locked in their eternal battle, eternal for there always has been and always will be a vampire and werewolf race, with its new child race the werevamps, our story begins.
Chapter 1
"High! Low! Block! Maclay keep up!"
In an abandoned warehouse, metal upon metal sounded as a group of recruits hammered away at each others weapons, or for the lesser advanced fighters, against poles. There were no home comforts, they no longer exist. Werevamps, their faces feral and eternally young, wielded a variety of weapons; swords, daggers, chakram, axes, two handed broad swords, rapiers, dirks, cutlasses. Some unarmed and some with the smaller weapons held two, one in each hand.
The person giving the orders, Willow, was small even for her race, her red hair hung shoulder length and framed her face. Even though she was small for a fighter, Willow had a reputation for unequalled ferocity and skill in battle. Attached to Willow's hips were two chakram, sharp rings and deadly blades, her denim jeans were cut above her ankles and her black top had ragged sleeves. Willow was known to be brutal in training, if someone made a mistake they were punished for it. Sometimes verbal dressing downs were enough, but if any pushed her or constantly slacked off, there was hell to pay.
Willow commanded and trained in the endless war that had gone on for as long as any beast can remember. "MACLAY! Keep up! If you are this sloppy in war you will be torn down without mercy!"
"B-but…" The Werevamp Willow remonstrated, Tara Maclay, had blonde hair framing her delicate features, she hit on command a metal pole with two daggers, alternating blows and blocks with her left and right hand, she had fallen behind the rest of the group. "Look, I-I'm trying."
Willow's features softened, of all the hundreds she had trained, sent out to fight and fought along side, Tara was a favourite, always willing to push herself, always willing to do what ever it took to improve. Often hurting herself with her exertions, but Willow couldn't afford feelings, feelings get you hurt when good friends battle, and die, every day, and today, Maclay just wasn't with it, and Willow could not afford to go easy on her. Willow's voice had quietened, "Maclay, you need to shape up, people fight Maclay and people die. I don't lose many I send out to fight, and I'll be dilahd if I let you die through fighting unready. And the only way you will be ready is if you push yourself as hard as you can and I'm here to make sure you do that."
Willow tended to be harsher with those training under her, but Maclay was young, she hadn't seen quite as many centuries as the rest, Willow turned away. Tara breathed a sigh of relief, she had got off easy, this time. Willow went back to barking orders, Tara took care to improve.
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"And the glorified bricklayer picks up a spare!" (Xander, The Gift)
isn't this thing cool lol.
But on the upside...updatey goodness.
at: 2/13/04 9:55 pm