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Oops, that spell didn't go as planned, did it, your Glorificusness?



Chapter 10 Shadows Everywhere

It was early when the phone rang at Spike and Buffy’s house. Buffy was awake … barely. Joyce, Dawn, and she had Black Friday plans to hit the stores for some Christmas shopping. She answered the phone, “Hello.”

“Buffy, it’s Reggie. Your mother woke up with a blinding headache. I’m afraid your shopping plans are a wash. I’m taking her to the hospital as soon as I hang up.”

“We’ll meet you there,” Buffy said. “Dawn’s going with you guys or do we need to pick her up?”

Reggie hummed. “She’s ready to go. So, she’s coming with us.”

“Okay, see you there.” Buffy dropped the phone. “SPIKE!!!” she screamed.

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Xander, Willow, and Tara sat at the table in the Magic Box. Oz was off practicing with his band again while Anya and Giles were waiting on customers.

Willow groaned. “I feel like we’re going around in circles. Even knowing what she looks like, we have no clue where she might be hanging out. Where does a Hell God live?”

The bell above the store door dinged, heralding the arrival of a new customer. Anya looked up, ready to greet the person. Out loud she said, “Welcome to the Magic Box. Come in and spend your money.” Mentally, she said, Guys, we have a problem.

Giles was the first one to realize who exactly had stepped into the store. “Oh my,” he muttered.

Willow, Tara, and Xander turned as one to stare at Glory. They watched as the Hell God circled the store, picking up and putting down items as she went. Anya’s mental cringe when Glory picked up both a Khul’s amulet and a Sobekian bloodstone caused everyone present to gasp.

“What?” Glory demanded when she heard the noise.

“Sorry.” Anya stepped forward. “I didn’t realize that amulet got put out on the sales floor. Honestly, Rupert, do you want someone to become the bride of Sweet? What were you thinking?”

“I .. I’m s-sorry, my dear,” Giles stammered. “I thought it was a Khul’s amulet. They look eerily similar under a certain kind of light.”

Glory stepped back. “I’m sure you’re mistaken.”

“Are you saying I don’t know my own inventory?” Anya hissed. She marched over to a shelf where she pulled a different amulet out. “This is a Khul’s amulet.” Then, she marched over to Glory and exchanged the amulets in the God King’s hand.

They watched in silence as Glory paid for her purchases and left the store.

“Khul’s amulets and Sobekian bloodstones should never be sold together, ever,” Anya replied. “They are bad news.”

“Okay, so the Sobekians were an ancient Egyptian cult that was heavy into black magic,” Willow said.

“And the Khul’s amulet is used as a transmogrification conduit,” Tara replied.

Giles spluttered, “The-the Sobekian transmogrification spells were lost thousands of years ago.”

“Not for a Hell God, Giles,” Anya replied. “Not for a Hell God.” She looked down at the Khul’s amulet in her hand. “We better get some decoys out, just in case.”

“In case of what?” Xander asked.

“In case she isn’t happy with Sweet showing up and she comes back for a different amulet.”

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Buffy, Dawn, and Reggie sat in the waiting room. They all stood when the doctor entered.

“Everything went fine, and they’re moving her to recovery,” Doctor Isaacs informed them.

“Do you know what’s wrong?” Dawn gripped Buffy’s hand.

Dr. Isaacs gestured towards the chairs. “Let’s sit down and I’ll tell you.”

Dawn led Buffy back to where they’d been sitting before. The two Summers sisters sank down into the chairs. Reggie joined them, and they looked expectantly at the doctor.

“Joyce has what is called a low-grade glioma. It’s a brain tumor.” Dr Isaacs said in a gentle voice.

Dawn gasped. “Mommy.”

“The clinical name is oligodendroglioma. It’s in the left hemisphere of the cerebrum,” Dr. Isaacs continued. “In Joyce’s case, the tumor seems to have started there. In other words, it hasn’t spread from another part of her body.”

Reggie leaned forward. “Is the tumor operable?”

“We are still trying to determine that,” Dr. Isaacs answered. “If not surgically treated, there are a number of other options that are very promising. I’ll get you some literature to take home. Now, we’re going to have to talk about symptoms that might present.”

“Symptoms?” Buffy looked over at Dawn.

Dr. Isaacs nodded. “Yes, she might have a loss of vision or appetite, lack of muscle control, maybe mood swings … it’ll bein the literature. Nearly one out of three patients with this condition does just fine.”

Buffy and Dawn sat, dazed and worried, while Reggie continued to answer the doctor’s questions about insurance and environmental issues that might have caused the tumor. In the back of Buffy’s mind, she understood what had happened at the Magic Box with Glory and the magical items, but at that moment, she didn’t have any thoughts on the matter.

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Spike strolled into the Magic Box. His casual stance was at odds with the look of intent on his face. “So, who’s going to explain what’s going on and what do I have to do to protect the Slayer’s sister?”

“W-well, you w-won’t have to do anything,” Giles stammered. “We didn’t actually sell the Khul’s amulet to her.”

“Explain it anyway,” Spike demanded.

Anya raised a hand. “Well, a few thousand years ago there was this cult, the temple of Sobek, which was a reptile demon. Sobekites were reptile worshippers.”

Xander snickered. “Just once, I’d like to run into a cult of bunny worshipers.”

“Great!” Anya pointed an angry finger at her boyfriend. “Thank you very much for those nightmares.”

“Sorry,” Xander said in a sheepish voice.

“Anyway, their high priest Khul had great mystic powers.” Anya continued. “He forged an amulet with a transmogrifying crystal. It was really very pretty which is why there has been a glut of similar amulets since then.”

Willow looked up from her book. “Transmogrifying is changing a living thing into a different kind of thing.”

“And Giles sold her the bloodstone with the cobra runes on it,” Anya said.

“So, she’s going to attempt to make something with a snake,” Spike replied.

“Only she won’t.” Anya shook her head. “We got lucky and one of the amulets that summon Sweet looks just like Khul’s amulet. Maybe we’ll get lucky and Glory won’t be a problem anymore. Sweet isn’t easy on any of his brides.”

“We won’t be that lucky,” Spike grumbled.

Riley entered the Magic Box in the hopes of catching Buffy without Hostile 17 around. He wasn’t happy when it turned out that Buffy wasn’t there. Maybe he’d just console himself in the arms of the sweet Suzy.

It wasn’t like Buffy would ever know. Riley turned around and left without talking to anyone.

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Glory hissed at the cobra she had just liberated from the Sunnydale Zoo reptile exhibit. She laughed when it hissed back and lashed its tail in anger. “Chill, worm. I’m going to make you a star.”

Glory lowered the cobra into a clay vase. Then, she took the fake amulet from her minion Dreg, and she held it over the mouth of the jar. “Chant!” she hissed at Dreg.

Dreg opened a scroll, and he started to chant in an ancient, long-forgotten language. “The form is the vessel, rendered new. The base is stone, bathed in blood. The gem is fire and elements rarified …”

“Sobek, grant the power,” Glory chanted in English, but louder than Dreg. “That it may mold this wretched creature, that I might be reborn, that it may serve.”

“Cir hayyan win-hud,” Dreg chanted over and over.

“Arise! Arise! Arise!” Glory threw her hands in the air. She looked down at the vase expectantly.

Nothing happened.

“Arise! Arise! Arise!” Glory shouted again.

Nothing happened.

Glory glared at Dreg. “What did you do?”

Dreg backed away, and he dropped the scroll. “It wasn’t me, Mistress,” he whined.

“I bet it was that bitch at the magic store. Gather the others. We’re going back.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Before Glory or Dreg could leave the reptile house, a puff of bright red smoke appeared that made the two of them cough.

A red-skinned demon in a snappy blue suit appeared amid the smoke. He raised his hands and snapped his fingers. “Sweet has arrived.”

Dreg let out a scream. He ran out of the reptile house as fast as he could, leaving his Glorificus behind. Glory started to back away, but the demon tap danced his way over to her.

“Why’d you run away? Don’t you like my … style?” Sweet sang. With a snap of his fingers, his suit turned purple, clashing with his skin. “Why don’t you come out and play? I guarantee a …”

Glory grimaced when she found herself singing along with Sweet. “… great big smile.”

“My bride! At last I have found you.” Sweet grabbed Glory’s hand. With another snap of his fingers, they both disappeared in a puff of red smoke.

Dreg peered around the corner into the reptile house. “Oh my, she’s going to be so mad at me when she gets back.

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Lindsey McDonald and Leticia Dobson stood on the porch of Skald Hill Manor.

“I think this is the one,” Lindsey said. “I can see myself living here for a long, long time.”

Leticia mentally pumped a fist in the air. She’d been trying to unload this particular listing since she’d started at Coldwell Banker six years ago. It was the listing nobody else wanted. She’d known if she persevered that she’d be successful. She’d be the talk of the office now.

“Now, to celebrate my acquisition, I wish to take you out to dinner.” Lindsey smiled at Leticia. “I have a standing reservation at Chez Roberto’s.”

Leticia grinned at her client, and she did another mental fist pump. Blue was going to be so jealous. At last, she, Leticia Dobson, had one up on one of those blasted Cordettes. “I’d love to go out to dinner with you, Mr. McDonald.”

“None of that mister stuff. I’m Lindsey.” The lawyer took Leticia’s hand, and he kissed the knuckles. He looked up into her eyes. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

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