The Vampire Slayer: Buffy and Willow
By Joshua
Disclaimer: All characters belong and are owned by Joss Whedon,
Executive Producer of Buffy the Vampire Slayer television series, and the
Warner Brothers television network.
This includes character death, lesbian and overtly sexual themes as well
as scenes, (no pictures, sorry), and has the possibility of developing into a
whole other universe in the Buffy-verse, depending if I get enough requests to
actually publish/put up the continuing chapters. This is extremely dark and you’ll like it only if you have a
torture streak running through you.
Just to warn you.
Feedback – Comments,
criticisms and thoughts are welcome at saberprime@angelfire.com
Pairings – Buffy/Willow, Willow/Cordelia,
Willow/Vamp-Cordelia
Section 3
‘Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock!’ Someone rapped on Giles’ door.
The mid-forty retired British Watcher stepped
out of his kitchen alcove and walked towards the door. Taking precautions that living on the
Hellmouth instilled in its more knowledgeable citizens, Giles peeked through
the peephole before opening the door.
It was Willow.
He opened the wooden door wide and greeted
the young hacker with a broad smile.
She in turn gave a shy smile that was custom for Willow. She even waved her hand ‘hi’ before
speaking.
“Hi Giles.
I’m sorry to disturb you at this late of an hour, though for us, meaning
the Scooby’s and with Buffy being the Vampire Slayer and having to slay at this
time of night, it might not really be considered late, I mean, you’re her
Watcher and you have to check up on her when she gets done with patrol, so I
guess its really not that late because you have to stay up later than most
people because you have to report what Buffy does and everything and…”
“Willow?
Was there something I could help you with?” Giles interrupted, feeling
that they would be there all night if he let her actually try and finish that
thought.
“Uh, is Buffy here?” she asked, smiling
shyly again, having been embarrassed at getting caught babbling again.
“No, she’s not. Though she is due back in from her patrol very shortly.” He
answered briefly.
Willow seemed to lose some of that shyness
there. “Well, uh, do you mind if I wait
here for her? I have to talk to her
about something.” Willow asked, being very cryptic.
Giles stepped back from the door, leaving it
open, and walked back to his desk. “No
ofcourse I don’t mind.” He said as he walked.
Inside, Willow was beginning to get nervous, but outside looked the same
to anyone as Willow. When Giles noticed
that Willow hadn’t come inside yet, he looked up at her, surprised somewhat.
Willow gave Giles a kind of goofy grin and
said, “Uh, you mind if I wait inside?”
She almost fully expected him to guess right then what was going
on. She had figured out what was wrong
with Buffy from the second that the Slayer had spoken to her. And here, Giles was a Watcher, trained to
train the Slayer to identify vampires.
She was sure the jig was up, until…
“No, ofcourse I don’t mind. Come on in.
It’s just that hardly any of you don’t just barge on in here with little
or no warning anymore. It’s nice to see
that at least some of you still have some manners.” He explained as he went
about clearing papers and books from his desk.
Willow smiled her predator’s smile and
walked inside. When Giles turned back
towards her, she quickly dropped it and almost made haste for the couch, which
was where she usually sat when helping with the research. Giles gave her a peculiar look, but for the
most part ignored it as he went about organizing several things. Five minutes later, another knock on the
door, Giles moved to get it, but before he could even blink, Willow was there,
opening the door. It was Buffy.
“Hey Wills, didn’t expect to see you
here. Hey Giles, sorry I’m late, but I
ran into a couple of nasty vamps, and it took me a while to get through it
all.” Buffy said as she stood just outside of the doorway.
Giles stepped forward, and grabbed his
journal off of a shelf, preparing to write in it later, and sat it on his
desk. “Well, why don’t you come in and
we’ll discuss it…” he was suddenly interrupted by the phone ringing.
Buffy stepped in, and Willow whispered to
her so that Giles couldn’t hear. “How
do you do that?” referring to the way the Slayer got people to invite her in
just by standing there, whereas Willow had to work to get her invitation. Buffy just shrugged and moved over to the
couch. “Just lucky, I guess,” she
replied to Willow in a low voice.
The phone, a portable, was on a coffee table
by a recliner, across from the couch.
Giles had been standing by his desk when it began to ring. He managed to answer it just after the fifth
ring.
“Hello?” he said.
‘Giles?
It’s Angel…I’ve got to talk to you.
Are you alone?’
Willow and Buffy’s ears perked, as they were
able to hear what Angel was saying with their vampire hearing. They both pretended to be reading left over
books while really listening in on Giles’ phone conversation.
“Um…relatively.” Giles answered.
Angel, apparently believing that was enough,
continued. ‘Giles, something’s
happened. You remember that evil
vampire Willow that showed up a few weeks ago?’
“How could I forget. But I thought we sent her back to her home
dimension, why bring her up now?” Giles
asked.
‘She’s back. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but believe me, she’s back.’ Angel responded.
“How…?” Giles began, then stopped and asked
something else. “How do you know this?”
The line was silent for a full minute. Then, ‘Oz is dead. He was killed by a vampire in the back alley
behind the Bronze. It wasn’t too long
ago from now, so I was still able to smell the two vampires that did it. One of them smelled exactly like that
vampire Willow.’
“And the other?” Giles asked, suddenly very
pale himself. He glanced over at Buffy,
and especially Willow, she would be devastated to hear about Oz.
‘I’m not sure.’ Was all the response that Angel gave.
“All right.
Call the police and paramedics, I’ll be there as soon as I can. I take it you’re still at the Bronze?” Giles
asked.
‘Yeah, but Giles, Oz is dead. The paramedics can’t help him.’ Angel responded.
Willow, despite herself, smiled a little when he said that.
All Giles said in response was, “I
know. I’ll be there in a few
minutes.” He hung up the phone and
rapidly explained to the girls that he had to leave immediately, and told them
to stay there until he got back. He was
out the door before they could offer any kind of response.
Willow frowned. “Well, there goes dinner.” She said sadly. Buffy looked at her, a giggling smile
forming on her face, and then caught the redhead’s eyes.
“What?” Willow asked.
Buffy’s smile broadened and then she tackled
Willow onto the couch and began to kiss her, and kiss her, and then began to
grope and kiss her. Willow,
smiling through the kisses muttered, “Oh,” and then responded in kind to
Buffy. Fairly shortly the clothes began
to fly.
Meanwhile, while the erstwhile lovers were
finding themselves, Giles was already at the Bronze, claiming the body for the
police investigation. He then, after
much and seemingly endless mind numbing questions later, pulled Angel aside to
converse on what Buffy called “Slayer” business.
“Angel, how long was he there before you got
to him?” Giles asked.
Angel, as emotionless yet mournful as he
always appeared to be, shook his head slightly. “I don’t know. Maybe ten,
maybe twenty minutes. An hour at the most. Despite having experience and expertise
Giles, I’m not that much of an expert on how long a body has been lying there
dead. I can tell you that he was
afraid, and that he was there for less than fifteen minutes, because…because…”
“Because that’s the least amount of time the
human body needs to be dead before it goes…cold.” Giles finished when Angel
couldn’t continue.
Giles looked at Angel. Angel was staring at the ground. He was obviously blaming himself for what
had happened. He also might have been
thinking about Buffy’s feelings, but Giles had been around the souled vampire
long enough to know that there was something else. “What is it Angel?” he asked softly.
A sudden look of concern and fear crossed
Angel’s face, though he still did not look at Giles. Whatever realization he had just come to, he did not like it one
bit. In fact it looked like he was
absolutely terrified. He was silently
shaking his head back and forth, muttering something. Giles could barely make out what he was saying, “No…no…it…can’t
be…no…no…it…can’t be…no…no…” and so forth.
Finally, Giles had had enough.
“Angel!” he near shouted. The startled vampire looked up, looking far
paler than he ever had before. “It’s
Buffy,” he says in a near-whisper.
“What?!” Giles exclaims. “It’s
Buffy,” he repeats, and continues to do so until Giles shouts at him
again. Then, all of a sudden,
everything about Angel’s frightened and startled demeanor disappears, only to
be replaced by that of his vampire nature.
Angel stares intently at Giles, then he steps uncomfortably close,
smelling the startled Watcher.
When Angel detects the identical scent, he
immediately knows what has happened, and knows how lucky Giles is to be
alive. “Angel! What is your problem? I mean, really! What is wrong? You look
like you’ve seen…well, two bloody ghosts!” Giles exclaimed, ofcourse-taking Oz
into account.
“Worse Giles. Much, much worse.” Angel said quietly, almost mournfully
quiet. “What do you mean?” Giles asks,
genuinely concerned. Angel looks the
much younger, though older looking, man directly in the eyes. Everything about his expression, face, and
eyes says he is being quite serious.
“Giles. Buffy and Willow are
dead. Willow was the one who did this,
but Buffy was there also. Both of their
scents are on that cloth that was over Oz’s face. It was all Oz’s blood though.”
Giles paled far worse than Angel had been
several moments before. Angel was
concerned that he would pass out, but he steadied himself, and asked another
question. “How do you know that it’s
our Willow? Or that Buffy might still
be alive, but chained up somewhere?
We’ve got to find them…we’ve…got to…”
He stopped himself when he realized. Both Buffy and Willow had been at his
house. And he had invited them
in! What’s worse, is that they probably
came straight to his house, right after murdering Oz. He just realized how lucky he had been that Angel had called, and
that he had left when he did. “Oh my
God.” Was the last comment to come from Giles lips, before he promptly fainted,
Angel just barely catching him before he hit the pavement. He was about to go and get one of the
paramedics that were still here, until he noticed a strange figure in the
distant shadows.
It was unusual because it was a short
longhaired, possibly blond, young woman carrying something that looked like a
much larger body over her shoulders.
Angel had the unfortunate choice now, of following what looked like
vampire Buffy taking another victim, or getting help for Giles, or running home
and saving his own hide, as that the sun was due up in less than thirty
minutes. He ran as fast as he could for
the far off shadows. But by the time he
got to where it had been, the woman, or whatever it had been had
disappeared. Rather than chasing
nothing, Angel ran back to the paramedics and got them to help Giles, before
hightailing it back to his mansion lair.
About three hours before Angel saw that dark
figure in the alley way, back at Giles’ apartment, the two vampire loves were
just recovering from their first ever lesbian sexual encounter, vampire or
otherwise. Amazingly, they had both
managed to remain on the couch, despite various reactions.
Buffy was sitting up, obviously the one to
recover first, and was drawing invisible circles on her lover’s smooth pale
white abdomen with her fingertip.
Willow, who was wide awake, had a smile plastered to her head. Ironically, it was identical to both normal
human Willow, and vampire Willow. The
first having the smile whenever something good surprised her that she never saw
coming. The second whenever she just
got through with an extremely satisfying torture session. Never seen on the show/episode.
Buffy, while occupying her hands, and a
couple other body parts, was staring quite intently at her Willow’s face. Her Willow. She really liked the sound of that. About two seconds after Giles had left was the merger of demon
and human personality complete in Buffy, and it was apparently beginning to
take hold in Willow, as some of the things that the fiery redhead had done to
the strong blond were nothing that Willow would ever do, though apparently could. While a few of the other things were so
intense and personal and passionate…and imaginative, that no demon could
have ever come up with them. That’s how
Buffy knew that Willow loved her, and was in love with her. How she kept running across traces of
Willow, but despite the aspects that weren’t all “Willow,” it was put into a
way that was meant to pleasure and invoke the Slayer. Buffy knew she hadn’t made a mistake turning Willow. But she was beginning to wonder about her
decision to take Giles out next. Maybe
she should have taken out Xander or Cordelia instead. She wanted to save Angel for the very last. She was going to enjoy paying him back for
everything he did to her. Good and bad
alike. Most especially for the bad.
“What are you thinking about?” Willow asked
suddenly, breaking the Slayer out of her thoughts.
“Oh, not much. What with having a dead brain and all,” the blond smirked at her
own joke as she repositioned herself so that she was lying on top of the pale
girl, with her chin on the vampires’ chest.
Not getting much of a laugh out of her lover, she continues. “I was wondering if it was such a good idea
coming after Giles next, instead of going after somebody else.”
“Who else were you thinking of?” Willow asks
idly, knowing full well who the Slayer’s targets were.
Buffy smiled brightly at the question. Then a sudden thought struck her. The smile and happy contented expression
vanished from the young woman’s face as an intense look of concentration
replaced it. Willow noticed the change,
and keeping the same plastered smile asked, “What is it Buffy?”
Buffy laid there for another moment, and
threw a lopsided grin at her friend.
“An idea.” With that, she
quickly gets up, and dresses, minus underwear.
Being immortal, and a reanimated body, she no longer had to worry about
trivial biological concerns of sagging breasts, periods, or diseases. Good thing she “died” young. Once she’s dressed, she quickly pecks
Willow, and grabs her jacket on the way to and out the door, but Willow quickly
stops her.
“Buffy!
Where are you going?” Willow exclaimed in a panicky voice as she moved
with vampire speed to grab Buffy’s arm.
She was couldn’t have cared less that she was naked, in a stranger’s
home, or that she was completely vulnerable.
All she cared about was that her Buffy was leaving without an
explanation.
Buffy turned to look at her, and her heart
nearly broke, had it not already been.
The expression on the young vampires face was a picture of pure loss and
terror of that loss. She quickly wanted
to do anything she could to erase all of that from her true love’s face. “Oh Wills!
I’m so sorry! I completely lost
my head! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t running out or anything like a
one-night stand. I could never do
anything like that to you! I love you,
and I’ll never leave you! Never doubt
that! I’m never going to abandon you.”
Willow immediately relaxed, but she kept as
much of the “scared girl” face as she could, but Buffy could tell that she was
much reassured by her words. “So, where
are you going?” Willow asked, but in a far less panicked tone, and more an
accusatory one.
Buffy smiled, she knew her little witch
needed her. There was no way she would
ever abandon this child, this daughter, this creation of hers. No matter what became of them. And she had just realized that she couldn’t
be all “romantic” and spend a lot of time on surprises this early in
their relationship. Trust and love had
to be nurtured, she couldn’t expect Willow to blindly obey her, even though it
might rip both their hearts out, and then run stakes through both.
“I was going to get some late dinner, since
Giles left. But I also wanted to take
care of something else before dawn, just so we don’t have to worry about
certain other responsibilities. I love
you.” She kissed a very naked Willow on the nose.
Willow finally broke down, and smiled
giggling. “What kind of
responsibilities?” she asked innocently.
“I love you more,” she added and then nipped the slightly shorter
woman’s bottom lip.
“Well, aside from choice freshness in my
pickings, I thought that it would be a good idea if I got my mother to come
over, just so she won’t worry. You know
how she tends to worry, don’t you? I
love you no matter what.” Buffy said, just before kissing the nude Willow full
on the mouth.
Once the blond Slayer let up, the reddened
witch considered what she had said. The
more she thought about it, the more she smiled. As her smile was about to split her entire head open, she said,
“Are you going to keep her to yourself, or are you gonna bring something home
in a doggy bag? And what about my
family? I love you forever.” Willow
then wrapped her arms around the vampire Slayer’s neck and kissed her as deeply
as she knew how. (We’ll see that Willow
is going to develop a slight…obsession with the word doggy.)
When the two parted for metaphorical breath,
Buffy moaned, “Oh god, Willow.” “Don’t
you mean Goddess Willow?” the redhead responded in whisper. They laughed despite themselves and their
little game, and the effect it was having on both of them. Getting back to the young one’s question,
“Actually, I wanted to torture her a little.
You know, say a few goodbyes, and watch her cry and beg, and
boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo. Besides, it’s
so much better when we share in the kill.
Or, at least I’m hoping it will be.
Anyway, isn’t your family away on business or something boring like
that? I love you more times than you
can say the words.” She then took
Willow’s face gently between her hands and proceeded to give the inexperienced
hacker the most sensual and fulfilling kiss that either had ever received or
given, to that date. Two minutes later,
Buffy pulled back to see Willow’s eyes still closed and her lips slightly
puckered from her own lips. She smiled,
sensing that she had won whatever game they had been playing at.
Finally Willow came out of her trance,
shaking her head slightly and opening her eyes with a wide grin. She wasn’t going to give up that
easily. “Actually, my mom was working
late tonite, and my dad is away visiting his sister, my aunt Petunia. They’ll be back in a few hours, with my aunt
coming for a visit for a few days. Do
you think we could kill everybody together, all at once? Even Giles?” There was an almost innocence
in the way she asked the question. Like
a child asking for more candy. She
added quickly, “I love you just as many times as you can say it, and one more
time.” She then vamped out, and
playfully nipped and teased Buffy’s neck.
“Hmm, that’s nice,” Buffy murmured. She answered Willow’s question by pulling
the redheaded vampire up, vamping out herself, and then giving her a passionate
pointed lip-lock that left them both literally and metaphorically
breathless. As they broke it off, Buffy
said in a surprisingly clear and calm voice, “I’ll see what I can do. But for now, I’ll bring Mom over here, so we
can keep a good eye on her. I’ll swing
by and pick Faith up too. Then I guess
we’ll just wait for Giles to come home.”
Backing up slowly from the woman that she
desperately wanted to throw down and make wild and passionate love to, again,
Buffy looked human, and grabbed the child’s chin with her hand. Looking from brown eye to glowing yellow
eye, Buffy said in a clear, strong, and loving voice, “I. LOVE.
YOU. Nothing will, nor can ever
change that Will. I’ll be back in two
hours. Maybe less if I have motivation
to return.” As soon as the last word
left her mouth, vampire Willow pulled the Slayer back to her in a full body
embrace and a heated kiss that Buffy almost completely forgot about going
anywhere, except to a place where she could be with her Willow. Fortunately, the computer genius vampire
kept her head and pushed the blond away slightly, after their kiss, and said in
a highly seductive tone, “I’m not going to be wearing anything until we get me
that new wardrobe, and we can’t go shopping without your mom, it would be
rude. And don’t forget, I get to make
Faith scream when you bring her back.
And if you hurry, you might be screaming to, but not in pain, mostly.”
Buffy was almost drawn into another long
kiss, but keeping the screaming in mind, also confident that Willow would still
be naked upon her return, Buffy instead pecked the vampire’s lips, and was out
the door and down the street before Willow could blink. The vampire Slayer ran faster than anything
else could move all the way to her former house, where her mother was actually
still awake and in the living room.
As she approached the porch, an unbidden
thought came to her. ‘What if I can’t
get into my own house, now that I’m a vampire, this is still Joyce Summer’s
house, and through family, Buffy Summers’, but does vampire Buffy still count
as Buffy?’ Confused by the very
phrasing of that thought, Buffy shook her head, made sure that she looked
human, (obviously not with a mirror), and approached the front
door. About a half second before her
hand would have reached the doorknob, the door opened of its own volition, with
Joyce being the one holding it open.
Surprisingly, there was a smile on the middle-aged woman’s face.
“Buffy!
I thought that was you! Well,
don’t just stand there like I’m Spike or something, come on inside, before you
catch a death of cold!” (Sorry, I just
couldn’t resist) Joyce exclaims as she hurries the unknown vampire inside. Well, that leaves the whole ‘could I have
gotten in without an invitation?’ question unanswered, but still, the point was
to get inside, Buffy thought to herself.
Catching on to what the older Summers woman
said, Buffy could barely resist rising to the challenge of the retort. “Mom?
Did you just say ‘catch a death of cold’? You did not just actually say something that Giles
considers an ancient saying, did you?” She said in her ‘mother’ tone, her voice
dripping the sarcasm and teenage angst of dealing with a parent.
Joyce Summers blushed a rosy scarlet all
across her face, hinting at the blood rushing to her head, a sound that the
vampire easily heard as clear as running water. She grinned sheepishly as she closed the door and then took a
long look at Buffy. “Buffy, are you
feeling all right? You look awfully
pale, even for the late nights you’ve been running since Faith…” she stopped
there, knowing somewhat how her daughter felt about the other Slayer. She then just finished with, “Are you
feeling all right?”
Buffy smiled, in a particular way that
indicated that she said she was not happy, but sadly amused, and shrugged her
shoulders. “Yeah, Mom, I’m fine. Actually I feel a whole lot better than I
have for a while now. I was over at
Giles, checking in from the patrol.
Willow was there, so we…hung out for a bite…I mean, bit. We hung out for a bit. Yeah, just me and Willow hanging…with Giles
ofcourse. And not in the sense of hung,
like hung from a rope dead kinda sense, but more the modern term of stayed with
and enjoyed each other’s company, kinda hung.
I’m shutting up now, before I shove my foot all the way down my throat.”
Joyce smiled again, ‘Same old Buffy, always
tripping over her words, just like her mother ofcourse.’ She shook her head slightly, in that
parental way that says that the child just did something really cute, but its
nothing to laugh about, way. “So how
was patrol?” she asked, turning back to the kitchen. “Are you hungry? I can
fix you up something real quick if you are.
I remember Faith saying something about being hungry or something after
Slaying before…”
Buffy entered the kitchen just after her
“mother”, and leaned on the counter of the island in the middle of the
floor. Buffy smiled in the same way her
mother had, but when used for parents.
“Yeah, or something, Mom.”
She giggled slightly as she thought about all the talks she and Faith
had about being “hungry and horny” after a good night of Slaying. Faith usually tended to take care of the
horniness first. Buffy smiled as she
thought of where the dark-haired Slayer was now. ‘Too bad that Faith won’t be doing much more Slaying, but I’m
sure that Willow and I can still take care of those…tendencies
she’d always get.’
Buffy turned back to her mother, as the
woman was looking in the refrigerator for something to feed her dead
daughter. She decided to answer the
questions, “Well, not much really happened tonite on patrol. I got five, maybe six vampires before I was
forced to take a rest. And you
don’t have to go to any trouble for me Mom, I got some take out with
Willow.” She put an unusual emphasis on
the word rest. It was not lost on
Joyce, though it’s true meaning might have been.
“Oh, well you’re all right, aren’t you?”
Joyce asked, abandoning the open refrigerator, and turning her concerned eyes
on her only daughter. (There
will be NO Dawn in this Universe).
Suddenly the calm homemaker mother underwent a startling transformation,
into an angry, protective mother.
“I knew you were staying out too late. Buffy, I know this is your destiny and all,
but I am seriously worried right now.
Mr. Giles is pushing you too far.
He’s keeping you out until barely 3 or 4 in the morning, and you still
have school, and then there are those extra training sessions after
school. I hardly ever get to see you
anymore, and here you are, it’s almost 3:45 in the morning now, and you’re
looking paler than I have ever seen you look before, except for that time that
I embarrassed you in front of Xander by flashing your underwear in front of him
and Rupert.”
“Mother!!” Buffy exclaimed, her white cheeks
blushing temporarily pink at the memory.
She was now looking forward to her time with the older woman and her new
lover. As much as Buffy would miss the
kind woman who had been her mother, she could not be allowed to live. Buffy had thought briefly of turning her, having
an eternal motherly companion, then had almost immediately dismissed it. Aside from having to put up with whatever
motherly concerns and tantrums that would survive the demon, Buffy could not
imagine doing that to a woman as kind as her mother. It just…would not be…right.
Yet, all the same, she could not be permitted to live, as she was the
only family connection, aside from Giles, which actually cared for her, thus
would miss and look for her. Best to
take care of it now.
Buffy suddenly changed tactics, as she
realized the late hour. If she wanted
to get back to Giles’ with both her mother and Faith, then she would have to
hurry. “Actually Mom,” she said after
her mother turned back around to close the refrigerator, “something did happen
on patrol tonight. Well, something that
you might like to know anyway, but nothing to make too big of a deal over.”
“Oh really, what?” Joyce asked as she turned
back around, to see her daughter gone.
“Buffy?”
“This.” Buffy said from behind her. Joyce turned quickly to see her fair-haired
daughter standing calmly behind her, with yellow eyes, a rigid forehead, and
slightly pointy teeth, of those that were actually showing. It took about thirty seconds for Joyce’s
thoughts go from ‘What did Buffy want to tell me?’ to ‘Wait, isn’t that a
vampire right in front of me?’ to ‘Yes, but what is a vampire doing here? Buffy is supposed to be here?’ to ‘A
VAMPIRE!’ to ‘Don’t worry, Buffy will protect me’ to ‘Wait, if Buffy is here,
and that is a vampire, then that means that Buffy is a vampire’ and finally to
‘OH GOD NO! I can’t…my baby…oh what have
I done…no, Giles did it! He did this to
her! I’ll kill him. Oh, but not if Buffy kills me first. RUN!!’
That was an interesting reaction, no?
About three seconds after Joyce realizes
these things, she tries to run to the kitchen door, behind her. Unfortunately, she is not quite fast enough,
as Buffy grabs her by the back of the neck, and using her vampire enhanced
Slayer strength, hits a pressure point that knocks the woman out, without
breaking her neck. Usually you see the
same thing in Spy movies when they karate chop the back of someone’s neck, and
that person falls to the floor asleep.
Or you could look at it as the Slayer’s version of the “Vulcan Neck
Pinch.”
The older Summers woman falls limp in the
stronger one’s arms. Buffy quickly gets
her into a fireman’s cradle, and briefly considers getting some clothes or
other supplies, but one look at the clock tells her to hightail it to Willow’s
house, where she left Faith tied up.
She gets there in about four minutes, running the whole way with Joyce
over her shoulder. Having already been
invited in, even though Willow is now technically dead, Buffy quickly breaks in
the front door, and makes her way upstairs to the formers room, where Buffy
finds Faith exactly as she left her, except awake.
Faith had woken up feeling extremely
weak. When she finally came to full
consciousness, her first thoughts were, ‘Where am I? What happened?’ and ‘Why am I tied to a bed with my
clothes on?’ Shortly, she begins
to remember, going on a small errand for the Mayor, running into B as she made
a quick pass through one of the cemeteries (just to keep her cover going for a
while longer), and then something else.
She had tried to get B talking, trying to psyche her out like she had
been doing since she switched sides, but the elder Slayer had just stood there,
staring at her. That’s when Faith
opened up with her Slayer senses, and she knew, oh God, she knew! As soon as Faith looked in the blond girl’s
eyes, the vampire Slayer knew that she knew, and just nodded her head. Despite believing herself to be the better
fighter, and being able to take out any vampire in Sunnydale in less than 20
blows, Faith knew that she was dead if she fought Buffy like that. So she ran.
She ran as fast and as hard as she could, to the only place that she
still felt safe, the Mayor’s office.
She hadn’t even made it out of the
cemetery. “Oh come on, Faith. You’re not scared are you?” Buffy said as
she seemingly just appeared in front of Faith.
“Know what? I think you
are. I think you’re scared of little
old Buffy kicking your ass, and not just kicking your ass, but killing
you. Just like you killed the Deputy
Mayor. Kind of ironic, isn’t it?” Buffy
paused at this, waiting for a response from the halted Faith.
“What is?” Faith asked, playing along for
now. Her voice held little tremble and
much bravado; she was trying to be strong, stronger than Buffy, or at least buy
herself enough time to get any kind of help.
Buffy smiled, it was a cruel demeaning smile
that Faith had seen on many faces, many times.
She knew she was dead. “That
you, a murderer, who tried to get me blamed for that by the way, will be killed
yourself. But not by a car accident, a
gunshot, or even a drug overdose, those are way too mundane anyway. Everybody gets killed by them, right? No, you, you get killed by the very thing
you were born to kill. And not just by
any vampire, but no, the very Slayer that called you to your destiny to begin
with. I guess it’s true what they say;
‘I made you, and I can destroy you’.”
With that, the blond Slayer vamped out and
attacked Faith with a flying roundhouse.
Faith put up a pretty good fight, she thought. Until Buffy got in a few lucky good shots, like thirty. Then Buffy landed her a nasty left hook, and
Faith saw stars, and then fell into the void.
The next thing she remembers is being tied up in Willow’s bedroom,
watching as Buffy and her kissed on the bed.
Briefly mistaking this as foreplay for actual sex, she thinks she might
be OK if all vamp Buff wanted to do was have a go in the sack with her and
Red. She was quickly proved wrong as
Willow got up, and began to walk towards her, vamping out as she and Buffy
spoke of Slayers, Watchers, who they were going to kill, and especially how
they planned to keep Faith chained up for 60 + years to prevent anymore
Slayer’s from being called. Then,
Willow biting her…unusual warmth, followed by a startling chill, and then
blackness, and waking up in the same room, tied to the bed.
When Buffy walked in with someone draped almost
casually over her shoulder, her panic soared.
It wasn’t until she tried to scream that she realized that she had been
gagged as well. She was struggling as
much as she could, hoping to break whatever was holding her so she could try to
run again. Even though Buffy was still
right there.
“Oh pipe down runt!” Buffy practically
shouted. She laid her mother down next
to the struggling Faith, who finally saw whom the vampire had been
carrying. She had brief thoughts that it
was another vampire that Buffy made to drink from her, but one look and seeing
that it was Joyce Summers, Buffy’s mother, Faith knew that the older woman was
in the exact same boat as she herself was in.
Though the brown, blond highlighted haired woman might be considerably
lucky, because Buffy would only kill her.
Faith knew that she would be Willow and Buffy’s food supply until she
finally gave out, and being a Slayer that could be a considerably long time.
Faith stopped struggling when she saw that it
was Joyce beside her. Secretly she had
admired the kind woman, so very much different from her own mother. She actually cared about her
daughter, yet didn’t try to control her life, or insult her, or get drunk until
she passed out, and did it again when she woke up. Faith could have liked her, if… If what? Faith asked herself.
‘If I hadn’t accidentally killed a man?
If I hadn’t run away from my problems?
If I had actually let B get to know me?
If I had asked her to be there for me?’
Faith was on the verge of tears as she realized that she had looked upon
this woman as a mother, and now they were both about to die. She started wishing with all her heart for a
second chance. She might even become a
nun if God got her out of this.
Finally, Faith noticed that B had untied her
from the bed, and was tying her feet and arms together to prevent her from
getting away. Faith noticed that it was
some kite string that B was using to tie her up, as well as with her mother. Faith should have been able to break the
string with her Slayer strength, but she felt unnaturally weak, she realized it
was due to the blood loss.
Then, just before picking up both of the
deceivingly heavy women, Buffy leaned over Faith, looking human. “Nighty night, F.” she said sarcastically,
as she harshly grabbed the younger Slayer’s neck and held until the brunette
passed out, like Joyce had. Then, in a
feat displaying her great vampire enhanced Slayer strength, Buffy picked up
first her mother in a fireman’s hold, and then worked Faith onto the other
shoulder. Grunting as she left through
the open window, Buffy knew she had to hurry, otherwise Willow might get bored,
and a bored Willow was a dangerous Willow.
About half way back to Giles’, Buffy, who
had been trying to run with the two women but just couldn’t, had to stop to
take a break. Aside from that first
meal from that tasty little shop girl, and drinking a little of Oz’s blood from
Willow’s lips, the newly born vampire Slayer had barely eaten anything. Just as she sat the two heavy women down
onto the soft grass, Buffy noticed a couple walking through the park across the
street. They seemed to be in somewhat
of a hurry. Buffy couldn’t quite tell
from this distance, but it looked like one of the local college students and a
younger girl, with red hair.
In less than a second, Buffy had made up her
mind. She tore off across the empty
street into the abandoned park, and easily caught up with the preoccupied
couple. Buffy didn’t recognize either
person, but the letter jacket that the taller male was wearing said that he
indeed went to the local college.
Rather than waste time on stalking and savoring the fear of prey from
the hunt, Buffy just ran up, sniffed to make sure they were both human and that
no other vampires were around, and then knocked the jock to the ground. Before the girl even had the chance to
understand what was happening, her boyfriend, or whatever he had been, was
dead, and Buffy was feeling all the stronger.
When the girl finally did realize, she
started to scream. Buffy kept drinking,
getting more than her fill until the stupid and dead jock was completely
drained. Then she turned her attention
to the still screaming, but stupid girl, who had stood there in shock watching
Buffy eat her honey. Ex-honey.
Getting up and looking human, Buffy smiled
at the girl, and punched her so hard that two teeth were knocked out, as well
as the girl. She wasn’t dead, but she
wasn’t going anywhere. Thinking that
with that little meal, that she could probably carry four heavy girls,
Buffy picked the red haired girl and carried her back over to the two women she
had been carrying.
Hearing a sudden, and very feminine scream,
Faith was jolted back to consciousness.
“Wes?” she mumbled as she looked around. It all came back in a flash, but seeing herself still tied up on
the grass, rather than on a bed, or chained up to a sewer wall, Faith figured
that Buffy maybe got a little hungry.
Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Faith
began to struggle with her bonds, until she felt the ones on her legs give a
little. Straining all she could, Faith finally, after huffing and puffing and
pulling every muscle in her lean body, broke the strings on her legs and upper
arms. Unfortunately, her wrists were
still tied, but whatever, Faith got up as fast as she could and ran like a
cheetah in a beeline to the Mayor’s office.
When Buffy got back to see the missing Faith
and torn kite string, she sniffed the air, and immediately locked onto Faith’s
scent and trail. Amazingly enough, she
was headed straight for the center of town, to Mayor Wilkin's office. Buffy shrugged and picked up both the women
and ran the rest of the way to Giles’.
She got there in less than two minutes.
There was a slight knock on the heavy oak
door to Giles’ apartment, then a muffled shout of “Willow! It’s Buff.
My arms are kinda full, so could you please open the door?” Almost immediately, the door flew open, and
Buffy nearly dropped her dual load as she glimpsed the pale yet lean form
leaning against the dark wood door.
“That was fast,” the figure said casually, till she noticed the two
packages thrown across Buffy’s shoulders.
“Ooh!
You brought goodies! I think
that entitles you to my goodies, wouldn’t you agree?” Willow asked in an
uncharacteristically sexy tone. Buffy
immediately came up to Willow, dropped the girl but managed to maintain her
hold on her mother, as she caught her redheaded lover in a loving, and kissing,
embrace.
When they broke apart, Willow glanced down
at the unconscious red-haired human.
“Where’s Faith?” she asked, once again sounding like a little girl.
“Oh,” Buffy said, as she made her way to the
couch to set her mother upon it. “Well,
she’s not the Slayer for no good reason.
Apparently, while I was feeding off of this chick’s jock boyfriend, she
woke up and made a run for the Mayor’s office.
What can I say, I got hungry.” Buffy responded to Willow’s accusatory
stare. “Anyway, don’t worry, I’ve got
her scent, and I can get her back in no time at all.”
“So is she for me?” Willow asks, coming up
behind her Buffy and pressing her petite and nude frame into the back of the
stockier blond. Kissing her neck and
taking soft nips here and there, Willow heard her sire begin to purr.
“Umhmm,” Buffy affirmed as she closed her
eyes, enjoying the pleasure that her childe was giving her. “When are you going to get Faith back?”
Willow asked. “Oh, tonite, but a little
later. Give her time to sweat,
wondering if I’m on her trail or not.
Don’t you worry your pretty little head, I’ll get your meal ticket
back.”
“Oh, she’s not my meal ticket.” Willow
answered cryptically, as she began to rub her hands in certain spots where she
found the Slayer liked to be touched.
“Oh,” Buffy responded, her eyes still shut in sweet ecstasy, “then what
is she?”
“My new pet. A Slayer is going to last a lot longer than any other human we
could get for me to play with. So if
we’re going to keep her alive for several months, I might as well make her
scream and squirm in torture, just to perfect my technique for whoever you want
questioned or whatever.” She kept kissing the Slayer.
“Will, I never knew you had such a torture
streak. Should I get an S&M
catalogue?” Buffy said smiling, opening her eyes to look at her red haired
mistress. Willow stopped long enough to
look at her Slayer with a coy smile.
“Wouldn’t hurt.” Was all she said, before breaking out into a full grin
at the joke. Buffy only chuckled and
turned to kiss her love.
Meanwhile, about a mile from the Mayor’s
office, Faith was still working to get her wrists free, and was constantly
stumbling into various objects littered throughout the alley. She knew that Buffy was trailing her, and
all she could think was get somewhere safe, get to the Mayor. Too concentrated on her problems and the
phantom behind her, Faith never saw the lowered fire escape ladder, not even
when she ran head first into it, effectively knocking her out cold. Her last thought before darkness swallowed
completely was, ‘What if…?’