Quortorth: Prologue

(Own nothing but plot, and characters that you do not recognize! Enjoy the second installment to The Stars That Shine! Sorry this prologue came out a tad-bit religious besides my best efforts, nothing major though.)

The 22 year old Buffy O'Brian laid on her iComfort bed, holding her missing 5 year olds favorite 'Blankey'. Tears spilled from her eyes, and her breathing came in short breathes as she tried to calm herself.

It had been 6 months. 6 months since her son turned 5. 6 months since she last seen her 5 year old son. It had been 6 months since her and Angelus' beloved child was stolen from right under their noses, in the middle of the night.

And only God knew where he was now.

God. Buffy began to have her doubts. Was God as holy as he was made out to be? If there was faith out there, she had lost it. If there was hope out there, it was gone along with her baby boy.

She didn't know what she did to deserve to be punished in such a cruel way. Was it mating with a different colony member. Was she not supposed to have her baby boy, with Angelus?

God. God why? She questioned each night before she fell into a broken slumber. The kind of sleep where you toss and turn, and vice verse. She would receive an answer each night. In her dreams.

She would simply be sitting in... The clouds? She would question as to why she was, unable to help it in her unconscious mind. She would be in a silky dress. Like the ones from ancient Greece. It was the purest of whites, a gold sash across her waist. She would look up to her left, there would be Angelus. He was looking downward-down toward the mortal world. He had a gold crown upon his head. It looked as if it was formed by golden leaves.

She would feel upon her head, to find the same-looking crown upon her blonde head.

She looked to her right.

She saw a man. A man on candles. A man worshipped by many, worldwide. A man who was so giving, she wanted to beg him to bring her son back to her. He would always look at her, and take her hand in his own."Buffy, my child. I have something to show you. Something that could change you."

She would walk where he lead her, Angelus not far behind. Buffy was led down a pure white staircase. Well, it was white until you hit... The center of it? She could never tell, it was always blurred at the moment. The staircase is red near the end.

"Why am I in a burning basement?" She questioned

Angelus would come stand beside her, clasping her own tiny and dainty hand in his large, firm, yet gentle hand."My darling, this is-" He would start.

"Hell." The other man finished. Leading them toward the back of the 'burning basement', they entered a door.

Inside the door, a young child sat in with a greying man. The young boys clothes were all off, and the man would always be yelling a the child, cursing him for who he was.

"Werewolf!" The man would spit out a the 10 or 11 year old."Worthless. Child of two werewolves themselves. IMBECILE!" The man with the long grey beard would shout, it shook the entire room. Buffy would cling to Angelus for support. She would always try and reach out and grab the blurry child. It seemed the child was always the only things that was blurred out in her dreams. But her hand would go right through him, as he was forced to whip himself.

Buffy would always awake screaming in pain and agony. Somehow, she could feel what that young child was feeling. Angelus would comfort her through the sharp pains she would begin to feel after each on. He was forced to sit their, as she arched in pain. Howled as she felt another jolt of pain go through her body. It would feel as if her arm was breaking.

He cried with her through. Her family was forced to call an exorcist, thinking she was possessed. The priest would always tell them, it was nothing. Tell them there was nothing for them he could do.

So now, he was forced to cry with her. It was all he could do to help his wife. Onto of that, his son... He could not find, not matter how many search teams he forced out. Every now and then, he would go out with the rest of the large colony. Most of the time, he stayed with Buffy as she convulsed after she dreamed.