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As
most of the Scooby Gang gathered around the makeshift altar to get a look at
their friend, Wesley moved over to the sprawled form of Ethan Rayne. Taking a
moment to check for a pulse, he noted his
Slayer’s
work with a touch of pride. Only Faith would hit someone below the belt then
kick them in the head, recalling the last time she had done such a maneuver
during the graduation ceremony. Although why she had decked the principal was
still a bit of a puzzle to him. Granted while Snyder could have been classified
as a demon, if you used the Xander Harris Demon Classification system, he still
didn’t see the need to attack the annoying little trollkin. Of course Wesley
had decided years ago not to ask too many questions about his Slayer, some
things he was just happier not knowing. Like how Faith’s bank account suddenly
gained several thousands dollars right after the mayor-snake got blown into
little pieces.
Once
satisfied that Rayne would indeed live, even though he would regain
consciousness with the world’s worst headache, Wesley turned his attention to
an old book laying not far from the altar. “Giles,” He said raising to his feet
and turning toward the other former Watcher. “Does this look familiar?” He
questioned, flipping through the ancient text with a frown. Something was
tugging at the back of his mind, telling him that the book was important, in
fact quite dangerous in the wrong hands.
Stepping
over to the younger man, Giles accepted the book with a frown of his own. After
a few moments, “Dear god, man. What where you doing?” He says himself,
wondering if his old friend had taken leave of all of his senses after all, and
not just the hundred or so brain cells he had originally thought Ethan had lost
in their misspent youth. Closing the book, Giles makes a quick decision. They
needed to research the book, there was no telling what spell Ethan had been
attempting. Even if they did there may not even be a way to reverse it. “We
need to get out of here.” He said getting everyone’s attention. “Angel, if you
don’t mind taking charge of Ethan,” he continued his mind all ready going into
research mode.
“Hey
why is deadboy bringing him along?” Xander demanded after a moment finally
tearing his eyes away from the sight of his best friend lying on the altar. He
had been silently entertaining thoughts of feeding Ethan to that bog-beast that
was passing through town – the one that had slimmed Agent Finn and all his
little commando buddies last week in front of most of the Scooby Gang. Xander
just wished he’d had a camcorder at the time, the look on the commandos faces
when their little ray guns only seemed to annoy the bog-beast as it slimmed the
lot of them, was classic. He had never laughed so hard in his life, especially
after Clarence the bog-beast just turned on his heel and departed into the
night whistling a happy little tune.
Hoisting
Ethan over his shoulder, “He’s going to tell us exactly what he did to
Willow.” Angel vowed, nodding briefly
to Wesley and Giles, before heading for the surface. “Even if I have to beat it
out of him.” He added lowly, feeling his demon moving toward the surface, eager
for the fun to begin. A part of him, the part that felt remorse and had a
conscience, was strangely not voicing any objections to the acts of torture his
demon half was all ready envisioning.
Then it occurred to him that for the first time in countless decades,
his soul and demon were actually in agreement. Angel wasn’t sure if he should
be glad that his two halves had finally found some kind of common ground, or
terrified that such an event had actually occurred. Granted his demon and soul
had radically different reasons for wanting to inflict massive amounts of pain
on the person of Ethan Rayne over a long period of time. The demon annoyed that
Rayne had touched someone that ‘he’ had made long term plans for. Plans that
included turning and molding Willow into a vicious vampire to help run his
little empire he was planning to build over the hellmouth. While his soul was
enraged that Rayne had kidnapped and beaten someone ‘he’ thought of as a
younger sibling. Either way, both halves were screaming for Ethan’s blood.
Shrugging
off his trademark duster, Spike carefully wrapped Willow in it, before picking
her up and wordlessly following his sire out of the old lair. He could feel his
own demon thrashing about inside of him, demanding the head of the worthless
mortal that dared to touch ‘his’ Red. ‘She’s mine!’ the demon fumed. ‘Mine to
punish and bruise, as I see fit…not some lowly human.’ Pushing down his rage as
the pounding in his head increased, Spike shifted his dark musings to other
things. Like finally being able to get Red into his bed, where she belonged.
Because there was no way in Sunnyhell he was going to allow her out of his
sight anytime soon, not until he was sure she was under his full protection and
that wouldn’t happen until the chip was removed. Red would be moving into the
Kelly Street mansion with him, he decided firmly. Granted a bit sooner then he
had originally planned and under different circumstances, but she would be
where he could properly look after her.
“He’s
up to something.” Faith dryly noted before following the retreating vampires.
She didn’t like the look of possession Spike had been giving Willow, not one
little bit. ‘May have to do something about that,’ she said to herself.
“You
THINK!” Cordelia commented, putting her prized water gun back in her purse, and
joining the rest of the little group heading for the surface.
Taking
one last look around the old lair, a place she had hoped to never see again,
Buffy Summers let out a tired sigh and joined the others. The events of the
last few hours weighing heavily on her mind, even before Giles rang to meet him
back at his flat, she had been out looking for Willow. It wasn’t like her
roommate to miss class, hell as long as she has known Willow, she had never
once missed or cut class. It was one of those annoying little quarks in
Willow’s personality that really got on her nerves. Well that and the redhead’s ability to understand Wesley and
Giles when they go into their “Watcher
Speak”. Which tended to totally confuse the hell out
of all those who had not had an incredibly boring childhood, or where the
offspring of Watchers to begin with. In Buffy’s opinion, there was just
something totally wrong with Watchers being allowed to reproduce…it just seemed
unnatural somehow.
Willow
drifted toward consciousness as Spike carefully placed her on the couch in the
main room, he had refused to allow anyone else to hold or carry her from the
moment he first picked her up back in the lair. Not wanting the Watcher or the Slayer
to get any ideas about taking Red away from him. With a low, animal-like groan
she opens her eyes only to find herself staring into a strange face.
Xander
was leaning over the back of the couch; reluctant to let Willow out of his
sight while Spike was so close to her, when she opened her eyes. His moment of
joy was cut short however, as Willow jerked away from his smiling face and
scrambled off the couch as fast as she could toward Cordelia’s waiting arms.
Cordelia
held the trembling form in her arms, trying to calm the redhead down. As long
as she had known Willow Rosenberg, never once had she seen that type of
reaction out of her toward Xander.
“Shhh,
its all right,” she cooed gently rocking the figure that seemed like it was
trying to curl itself into her body.
Exchanging
confused looks with one another, each trying to figure out just what the hell
was going on with their friend. They could only stand there in stunned silence
as the little drama plays out in front of them. Sharing a look with her fellow
Slayer, Faith made the first move, determined to get to the bottom of this
whole weird little mess that surrounds the shy hacker. Crouching down in front
of
Cordelia
and tentatively reaching out, she pushed down the jealousy threatening to overwhelm
her at seeing Willow in Cordelia’s arms. That annoying little voice in the back
of her head, the one that shares a room with her “inner Slayer voice” – which
was just as annoying – growling that Cordelia had no right to be comforting Red
like that.
“Hey
Red, it’s all right, you’re safe now.” Faith said putting a comforting hand on
Willow’s shoulder. Giving a reassuring smile, which on the dark Slayer doesn’t
always have the intended effect, as the redhead turned to regard her with eyes
that seemed to glow from within as they bore into Faith’s own dark ones. For
one fleeting moment she could have sworn that she saw Willow’s normally green
eyes flash red before returning to their rightful colour. Little knowing that
at the exact same moment her own eyes flashed the same colour. However, she did
notice something else, almost equaling important
about
the redhead. "What the…" she said in a near whisper, watching in
disbelief as the cuts and bruises begin to close and fade before her eyes.
Faith
had little time to dwell on this new development as Willow climbed out of
Cordelia’s arms into her own. ‘Did she just purr?’ the dark-haired Slayer asked
herself, once Willow had settled herself into a
comfortable
position.
“We
need to get her cleaned up,” Faith said after a moment, shifting the redhead in
her arms as she stood. “Blondie where’s the bathroom?” She questioned a
scowling Spike, a look of eternal disgust firm on the vampire’s face.
“Upstairs
fourth door on the left,” Spike grunted, trying to appear unconcerned about the
recent turn of events. All the while, his demon screaming to kill the lot of
them, mind-shattering headache be damned. This was his home, damn it, the one
place in Sunnyhell he wasn’t reminded of the demon he once was, thanks to that
bloody chip in his head, or have to put up with the slayer twit and the moron.
Now Watchers, Slayers and his blasted sire had overrun his safe haven, there
was truly no justice in the universe, he decided with a scowl. “Here, let me
help you get her cleaned up,” he said, an evil little grin forming on his face.
‘This is the perfect time to see what my little Red is going to look like once
she’s mine,’ he said to himself, as he started to follow Faith up the stairs
Cordelia not far behind her. Visions of
a naked Willow at his feet for all eternity already dancing in his head.
A
firm hand grabbing a hold of the back of his shirt halted his progression, as
he was not so subtly reminded that he wasn’t alone. “Don’t even think about
it,” Buffy growled in his ear before giving him a quick jerk that sent him
sprawling against the sofa.
“What?”
Spike demanded trying to look innocent momentarily forgetting just who was in
the room with him.
“Spike…Faith
will castrate you if she even thought you were planning to ‘help’.” Buffy said
in a voice usually reserved for mothers reprimanding small children. “And
that’s only if Cordelia doesn’t get to you first.” She added with a smug little
smile, secretly hoping that the vampire would try something underhanded.
Anything, just as long as it gave her a good enough excuse to smack him around
a bit. However, she felt she owed it to Willow to at least warn him about
Faith’s little knife fetish, for some really bizarre reason the hacker seemed
to like the vampire. Just why she did was way beyond her understanding and
would probably never be known, but Buffy wanted to be able to tell Wills later
that she did try to protect Spike from a very overprotective Faith.
*************************************
Faith
and Cordelia found the bathroom relatively easy, the ex-cheerleader leading the
way to get the door for the Slayer and her precious cargo. “Where the hell did
Blondie find this place?” Faith asked no one in particular, giving a low
whistle as she took in the room before her. It had to be the biggest bathroom
she had ever seen outside of the shower room at the ‘Y’.
“Who
knows,” Cordelia replied absently, opening the large walk-in shower door to turn
on the water.
“Oh
yeah, he’s up to something alright.” She noted with a smirk at the site that
greeted her. The shower stall could not only easily hold four people without
crowding but also had three showerheads. One on either end of the stall and one
suspended from the ceiling. “This place used to be a high priced brothel back
in the eighties early nineties I think.” She added with a shake of her head.
“Leave
it to the bleached wonder to own a former whore house,” Faith commented,
carefully maneuvering Willow into a standing position facing her so she could
get the redhead’s clothes off.
“Makes
you wonder if he’s mad that it had been closed down years ago,” Cordelia
couldn’t help but add, once satisfied with the water temperature. “Here let me
help…I think it would be easier if we both got into the shower with her.” She
said suddenly serious, a look of concentration on her face as she helped the
Slayer remove Willow’s bloody torn shirt.
“Makes
me wonder how you know what it used to be.” Faith said with an evil little
grin.
“Oh
please! My father was a regular.” The cheerleader snorted as the last of
Willow’s ruined clothing was removed. Her attention was drawn away from the
highly amused Slayer and back to Willow, who had turned around with a look of
confusion in her green eyes. The
redhead seemed to be studying her and it was really beginning to freak her out.
The last time she had seen a look remotely similar in Willow’s eyes was that
one time in the Library when they had been searching for a way to kill that
locust-demon that had taken a rather unhealthy liking to Giles. The hacker had
come across a part of the Watcher diaries concerning witchcraft, and had been
almost non-responsive to any outside stimulus for nearly two hours before Giles
caught her and confiscated it before she could memorize too many of the spells.
She
was brought out of her silent musings by an annoyed little growl that seemed to
come from the redhead and a tugging at her gym shirt. It seemed that Willow had
discovered what was bothering her about the cheerleader and was taking steps to
remedy the situation. Apparently Cordelia was wearing way too much and Willow
didn’t like it one bit.
“Come
on, let’s get Red cleaned up and settled in.” Faith said after a moment,
stepping out of her pants and underwear in one motion. “Hey, Red lets get wet.”
She offered placing her hands on Willow’s shoulders to get her attention, a
naughty little grin forming on her face. All the while, that annoying little
voice, that shares a room with her inner slayer voice, is jumping up and down
crowing with joy. ‘Yes, yes! We’re going to be naked together in a shower, just
the two of us…and well Cordy.’ It kept saying as all sorts of possibilities
started to run through her mind in vivid detail.
Willow
looked over her shoulder at the woman standing behind her, a frown in her eyes
as she tried to place a name with the face. Something about her seemed very
familiar, as did the other dark-haired one. They bother were familiar to her,
but she couldn’t remember who either of them were. ‘Pack-mates perhaps?’ she
questioned herself cocking her head slightly. ‘Family? Mates? My mates? Why
can’t I remember?’ The questioned continued to run through her mind as strange
and bizarre images begin to bombard her, confusing her even more. None of it
made sense to her, not even the language her possible pack-mates spoke to her
or the “others” that had followed them to this odd place. But the two women
were here, as were the two males, and they seemed to like it here. So she would
stay too, at least until things cleared up a bit more for her.
Getting
Willow into the shower proved a bit harder then the two had planned, the
redhead seemed to be fascinated by the three showerheads and the jet sprays of
water. After a few false starts, Faith
finally coaxed her into the shower stall as Cordelia reached for the bottle of
shampoo. ‘Apple Cinnamon?’ she
questioned herself reading the label, a small part of her never wanting to know
why Spike owned a bottle of scented shampoo, she was sure the knowledge would
scar her for life.
Shaking
her head to clear it of the unwanted images, the former-cheerleader squirted
some of the scented gel into her hand and turned her attention to the redhead,
who seemed quite fascinated by the dark Slayer.
Willow
allowed the water to run over her body for a moment enjoying the pulsing spray,
before turning her attention to the dark-haired woman across from her. Stepping closer, she tentatively reached out
to touch the Slayer. Faith nearly
jumped out of her skin when Willow tentatively put a hand on her naked
breast. Visibly gulping when the
redhead’s eyes seemed to light up and she was certain she really did hear
another purr out of her friend. “Ah, Red... that may not be such a good idea,”
Faith said a bit hesitantly shooting Cordelia an annoyed look over Willow’s
head at the ex-cheerleader’s amused chuckle.
Although that didn’t stop the little redhead from stepping closer, her
hand fondling the Slayer’s breast with interest, all of her attention focused
on the Slayer’s body and getting to know it a lot better.
Taking
a shaky breathe to steady herself, Faith gently but firmly removed the hand
from her breast, even as that annoying voice in the back of her mind was eager
to start doing a little exploration to her own. ‘No, Red is not thinking
clearly’, she chastised herself, trying to keep control of her hormones. It would not help Willow to back the shorter
woman against the wall and have her way with her, no matter how much her inner
Slayer voice was in total agreement with that other annoying voice in her
head. Both of those voices where really
beginning to get on her nerves... always thinking of sex or food... stupid
inner kids.
Deciding
to distract Willow, Cordelia started to wash the redhead’s hair, cringing in
sympathy as her hands caressed her hair and skull. One particular spot causing
her a bit of concern, “I think she may have a concussion,” she said trying to
focus on getting her friend clean and tucked into the nearest bed without doing
something she may regret later... like joining the redhead in bed. Only to stop in her administrations as
Willow turned to face her, pinning the seer in place with a lustful stare. Now it was time for Cordelia to gulp as her
friend stepped closer to her. ‘Did she just purr?’
Stopping
well within Cordelia’s personal space, Willow raised one hand and ran it down
the seer’s neck and shoulder, trying to commit the form to memory. Or at least, that is what is felt like to
Cordelia who suddenly felt like a high-priced computer system the young hacker
once drooled over in LA. That was the
only way she could explain the focused, direct, almost predatory look she was
getting for her. “Ah... Wills...” she
began but couldn’t finish as Willow leaned closer taking one of her breasts
into her mouth, effectively sending all rational thought out the window.
Behind
the two, Faith fought with the wave of jealousy that hit her at seeing the
ex-cheerleader being pinned to a shower wall by ‘her’ Red. ‘Damn it that should
be me’, that annoying little voice fumed, while her inner Slayer voice was
practically humming with all sorts of possibilities the three of them could do
together. ‘The may queen isn’t a bad looker and Red certainly looks like she is
getting her ready for a good fucking, why not join them’, her inner Slayer
voice reasoned, ‘I bet the two of them would look fan-fucking-tastic as I
screwed them’.
Willow
nestled closer to the brunette, enjoying the feel of hands running through her
hair, although the strange scent that seemed to fill the air was a bit
distracting to her and yet familiar at the same time. Sensing the other woman
behind her, she gave the breast one last lick before turning to its twin,
playfully blowing on it before taking it between her teeth. ‘Mine... they both
are mine’, she reasoned, as age old instincts began to take over, the urge to
mate and claim what was hers becoming stronger with each beat of her
heart. That only things that were missing
were the two males, her other mates... or did she belong to them... it was all
too confusing, best to finish with this mating when go onto the males.
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Down the hall... Spike's master
bedroom -
Spike stood before the television broadcasting the three women in the shower, stroking his hard cock as he watched his little witch slowly lower herself to her knees before the May Queen. His demon pleased that he never bothered to disconnect the video equipment hidden in most of the rooms in the mansion. He couldn't believe he almost forgot about the cameras, wasting a good fifteen minutes downstairs, with his sire and the rest of the morons, when he could have been up here watching his witch getting it on with the two in the shower.
While
his demon did fume a bit over the fact that one of the other women was a
Slayer, he did have to admit that Red and the cheerleader did look good
together. ‘May have to take her in too’, he thought, his mind already
envisioning the things he would teach both girls once they were his, ‘after all
she is going to be all alone when I stake that poof of a sire of mine and kill
the rest of the Sunnyhell twits’.
Only
to be brought out of his silent musings by another hand wrapping itself around
his cock, as Angel finally made his presence known in the room. “Little boy
likes to watch my mate... doesn’t he?” he purred into Spike’s ear, pressing his
own erection against the blonde vampire’s ass. “If you’re a good boy... I'll
let you play”.
“Let
go... bloody wanker”, Spike growled, trying not to respond to the hand on his
cock slowly stroke and squeezing him.
“They
look good together, don’t they?” Angel continued, his lips barely caressing the
other vampire’s ear in a husky whisper. “What would you do to be allowed to
play with them all?”
“What
are you talking about, Poofelus. You
got a soul no happies for you”, Spike taunted, his demon pushing forward eager
to play, just as long as his sire played too.
And strangely enough the demon wanted to play with the Slayer too,
something about her called to him, almost daring him to try and shag her.
“I
got news for you Spikey, the soul... its permanent, a gift from Willow”, the
dark vampire purred before licking his childe's neck.
***********************
Faith
gently pulled the redhead into her arms one hand eagerly running down Willow’s
flat stomach disappearing between the girl's legs. “That’s it Red... let me
take care of you”, she whispered into her ear, as the hacker arched into her
touch. Only to be interrupted by a
pounding on the door.
"Hey,
you guys okay in there?" Buffy yelled from the other side of the door,
having grown concerned over what was taking so long.
“She
couldn’t wait another twenty minutes.
No she has to be pounding on the door now,” Faith growled lowly, sharing
a frustrated look with Cordelia. As the
pounding continued, “Yeah we’re fine.
We’ll be out in a minute!” She
called out in a louder voice, ‘so’ not wanting B to break down the door and
catch them.
***********************
Angel
finished jerking his childe off, the two continuing to watch the television
screen. “Clean yourself up boy... we’ll talk about this later. You are to mention nothing about my soul to
Buffy or that Delia is my mate”, he growled before stepping back, bringing his
cum covered hand to his lips.
Hastily
fastening his pants and turning to glare at his sire, Spike felt himself begin
to harden again as he watched his sire lick his hand clean. It was at that moment he realized that he
would do anything to get his sire back in his bed again even if he did still
have a soul. “Right... sure no problem mate, not like Slutty would believe me
anyway”, he tried to sound unaffected over this new development. ‘Great
just
great, like my unlife wasn't complicated enough’.
***********************
Giles
was looking through the spell book found in the old master's lair, something
tugging at the back of his mind. “I’m going to start researching this...
Wesley, please keep me apprised of Willow’s condition”, he said already heading
for the door, his mind clearly on the book in his hand.
Watching
the other man leave, Wesley turned his attention to the unconscious Ethan Rayne
who had been rather unceremoniously dropped in a corner of the room by the souled
vampire when they had first arrived. “What shall we do with him?”
“We
could call Dru in Rio and ask her if she wants a new toy”, Xander suggested
helpfully. Remembering how possessive
the insane vampire had gotten toward Willow before Buffy made a deal with Spike
to stop Angelus from opening the hellmouth.
Part of the deal was to take Dru with him and to keep her out of
Sunnydale.
“No,
no I think that would be quite unnecessary Mister Harris,” Wesley replied,
recalling his one and only encounter with Angel’s insane childe, never wanting
to experience that again. That female
vampire seemed determined to castrate him for having the misfortune of being
just a bit too friendly with the redhead for Dru’s liking. As it was the only reason he was spared that
particular fate was by the timely arrival of his own Slayer. Although that didn’t spare him the
nightmares he had for a week afterward of Dru carrying through with her threat.
“Oh
yeah that’s right... she doesn't like you,” Xander commented with an evil grin.
“She
doesn’t like you either chubs,” Spike said entering the main room once more,
his own eyes shining with images of his dark princess torturing all of the
human twits. Drusilla would go on and
on about killing the moron and the watcher for looking at her Little Tree, at
the time Spike didn’t know exactly whom she was talking about, until he
followed her one night and saw the girl for himself. That was when she had
became his obsession, he knew that she would be his one way or another... it was
all a matter of time.
*********************
Cordelia
pulled the black t-shirt, recently confiscated from Spike’s dresser drew, over
Willow's head, although the redhead was making it a bit hard to do so since she
kept trying to kiss the former may queen. Not that Faith was any help, the dark
Slayer having gotten a little hand slipped between her legs when she tried to
dry off the redhead. On the other side
of the door Buffy and Angel stood talking lowly after running Spike back
downstairs once getting the t-shirt from him.
“What
took the blonde wonder so long?” Buffy
asked, absently her mind on her best friend who was clearly not acting herself,
if that whole cringing from Xander thing was any indication.
“Oh
he got distracted by something... nothing major,” Angel replied, his mind on
his mate and Willow making love in the shower.
Seeing Cordelia getting eaten by the redhead, stirred something in the
vampire, his demon half moving forward demanding to claim her... that his mate
would enjoy having another lover.
Pushing aside the images of his Delia and Willow in bed together, while
he and Spike watched, Angel forcibly reminded himself that now was not the time
for such thoughts. They did have other
matters to attend to first, like finding out what Ethan did to Willow and then
killing the bastard.
The
two were brought out of their silent musings by the bathroom door opening and
Faith stepped into the hall, a sleepy Willow cradled in her arms. “Where are we
going to put her?”
“This
way...” Angel directed to the room that Spike had picked out for the redhead,
the others having decided that it would be for the best to keep Willow here at
the mansion for the time being, since she seemed to be the most comfortable
with Spike, Faith and Cordelia. Besides
it wasn’t like they were going to leave her here unsupervised... Angel had
already told his childe that he would be staying at the mansion too, rather he
liked it or not. And after what had
happened in the bedroom he doubted that Spike would complain too much about the
arrangement now outside of a few complaints for Buffy’s sake.
Once
settling the hacker on the queen-size bed, Faith moved to stand only to be
stopped by a hand on her arm pulling her back down. Looking into scared green eyes, she finally relented and crawled
into bed with the redhead, curling around the smaller woman somewhat
protectively. Almost at once Willow settled down and closed her eyes drifting
off to sleep.
“Maybe
we should...”
“Yeah
good idea,” Angel said ushering the other two out of the room.
“You
think Faith is going to finally admit she loves Willow and not leave when all
of this is over with?” Buffy asked looking at the closed bedroom door.