Banishing an Evil Witch
Hey there! Here’s a new Buffy/Yu-Gi-Oh story I cooked up one day. While I was listening to The Thunder Rolls by Garth Brooks, I thought of the character Amy Madison. It was sad that, because of abuse at the hands of her mother Catherine (who would’ve given Joan Crawford a run for her money when it came to child abuse), she became insane and eventually turned to the dark side.
And then I began to wonder about Amy’s father – his name, what he had been like, and also about the other woman he had left Catherine for when Amy was twelve. I think it’s fun to create stories about characters like that – characters that are mentioned, but never seen, or characters whose backstories are never fully explained, which is usually left up to us fanfiction writers. That is where creativity comes in, of course.
So I cooked this up in order to show what could’ve happened if Amy had never turned to the dark side because of her mother’s abuse, and had instead, thanks to the influence of a former Pharaoh named Yami, became a valuable ally as well as a member of the Scooby Gang. Hope you like it! :)
(The stuff at the beginning of this oneshot, namely the part after the quotes from the episode Witch, doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to RosieMary, a friend of mine on FanFiction.Net, who said I could use part of chapter 6 of her story Vengeance; I thanked her for telling me I could.)
Disclaimer: Genius Joss Whedon owns Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Kazuki Takahashi (also a genius) owns Yu-Gi-Oh. I own the fanfics that I cook up from time to time.The Thunder RollsHer nickname was ‛Catherine the Great’. She took that team and made them tri-county champions. Y’know, no one’s ever done that before, or since. She and my dad were Homecoming King and Queen. They got married right after graduation.
Well, he was a big loser. Never made any money. Ran off with Miss Trailer Trash when I was twelve.
I mean, when dad was here, they would fight and yell and he would... call her a witch and... I mean, I just thought he meant... Oh, God, when he left, I wanted to go with him. But she wouldn’t even let me call. She went crazy. I mean, she’d lock herself upstairs for days, and she was always coming down on me, telling me I didn’t deserve to have it so easy, and that I didn’t know... how hard it was to be her, and... I guess she showed me, huh?
~Amy Madison, Witch, Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 1, Episode 3
It was 1992. Inside a large house in Sunnydale, California, a big argument was taking place. Catherine Madison and her husband Charlie were in the middle of a heated argument.
“That whore! That little slut!” Catherine was yelling, over and over again.
Their daughter, Amy Madison, was hiding upstairs, crying. Her parents had always had problems. They had married young, right after they graduated from Sunnydale High, and they’d stayed together for Amy’s sake. Now, she was twelve; it seemed like everything was falling apart.
“Running off with Miss Trailer Trash like this! Danielle! My best friend! Amy’s godmother!” she screamed.
“You can’t talk about her like that!” he yelled back. “You hardly even know her anymore!”
“I know enough about her. I’ll curse her name!” Catherine hissed.
“Shut up, you evil witch!” her husband snapped back.
“The truth can’t hurt me, Charlie! I’ve given up my life for you and Amy! Since I was eighteen, I have done nothing for myself! I’ve been slaving after you two! Well, you can leave, but you’ll regret it, I swear! You’ve ruined everything for me, but you won’t for Amy. She’s done nothing to deserve this! She will have a life!”
Amy cowered as she heard these words. She knew the kind of life her mother wanted her to have.*****************
It was 1997. Catherine frowned at Amy. Standing beside Amy were Buffy Summers, Xander Harris, Willow Rosenberg and a young man with crimson eyes and lightning bolt-shaped hair in red, yellow and black, who had introduced himself as Yami. She tightened her grip on the fire ax in her hand.
“How dare you raise your hand to your mother!” she hissed in Amy’s direction. “I gave you birth. I gave up my life so you could drag that worthless carcass around and call it living?”
Amy looked at Yami, a scared look in her eyes, while she held onto his hand. He turned to her and gave her a smile of encouragement.
“Don’t worry, Amy. I promise, she’ll get what’s coming to her,” he said. “You won’t have to worry about her ever again.”
His words seemed to cheer Amy up, for the smile that crossed her face was one of gratefulness.
Then, he glared at Catherine, his crimson eyes full of anger as they locked on the woman who had made Amy’s life a living pit of burning fire ever since she was twelve. Xander and Willow also looked on at the scene unfolding before them. Only unlike Yami, their eyes were full of surprise and shock. They had discovered that the witch who was responsible for casting spells on the cheerleaders in order to become the squad captain was not Amy, as they had first thought, but actually Catherine – Amy’s own mother – the whole time.And she calls herself Amy’s mother!
Yami thought. She’s not even close. What kind of mother would want to switch bodies with her own daughter just to relive her glory days as a cheerleader?
Xander caught these thoughts. “Really, Yami? I was wondering the same thing,” he said out loud.
Yami heard him, and, without turning around, said, “You’d be surprised, Alexander. Very surprised indeed.”
Then he raised a hand and said, “Fireball Attack!”
A red beam of light appeared in his hand and flew over to Catherine, where it knocked her off-balance, as well as causing the fire ax to fly over to its proper place on the wall.
Then Yami closed his eyes and began to concentrate, saying a spell – which Xander, Buffy, Willow and Amy didn’t understand. However, they did know that this spell wasn’t in Latin.
Whatever it was, it was working, because Catherine began screaming as flames erupted from her body, and then she turned into ashes as her shrieks faded into the silence...
Finally, Catherine the Great was dead – and Amy was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief knowing that her mother would never hurt her again and was in a place she deserved to be.
“It’s over,” said Yami, breaking the silence. “She is gone, and she will never lay a hand on Amy again.” **************
The next day at Sunnydale High, students were milling about the campus as usual.
Yami was walking with Buffy, Xander, Willow and Amy when they came to the trophy case with the cheerleading trophy.
“Well,” said Yami, “it looks like everything is back to normal – at least as it can ever be on the town on top of a ‛Boca del Infierno’, of course.”
Upon seeing their puzzled looks, he said, “Well, that’s what they called the Hellmouth back then.”
“ ‛They’?” asked Amy.
“The Spanish settlers.” He grinned, showing off his brilliant, white teeth. “I’ve been brushing up on the history of the United States. Fascinating, the history in the place you mortals call the ‛library’, what with all those books.”
“Did you hear what he called us?” Buffy whispered to Xander, Amy and Willow. “He called us ‛mortals’, like he wasn’t even human himself.”
“I heard you, Buffy.”
They almost jumped upon hearing Yami’s baritone voice. “And it is true that most men never called me a human, and some would say a demon – which I am not.”
“I see,” said Xander. “So, Yami, what was that spell you used to do what it was you did to Amy’s mother?”
“Yeah. For one thing, it sure wasn’t in Latin,” said Amy, and Willow nodded in agreement.
Yami replied, “That spell I used is one that burns an evil person to ashes. It’s an ancient spell I’ve learned a long time ago – long before you guys were even born. Luckily, I can use it over and over if I want, so it’s unlimited. I have a good supply of magics I can use.
“And as for the language it was in, that was the language from my homeland – Egypt,” he added after a moment.
“Egypt?” Xander, Willow, Buffy and Amy said as one in surprise.
“The land of the Pharaohs?” said Buffy. Yami nodded.
“Yes, Buffy,” he replied. “You could call it that.”