Review @ Salix15
Summarize: I know the title is dumb, I'll admit it. Buffy can't handle this overwhelming feeling of rejection so she hides inside of her mind and gives full control to her slayer half.
The slayer lunged at the demon that was currently running away from her. She knocked him to the ground and started to beat his back very roughly. He cried out in pain, and tried to get her off of him, but he was powerless. A bright flash caught her eye and she looked over and saw a piece of scrap metal lying on the ground in the warehouse, a light from the street was reflecting off of it. She quickly picked it up and stabbed it into the demons neck, severing the cervical vertebra, killing him instantly.
She stood up and threw the sharp object across the room, the sound of it hitting the wall echoed throughout the large area. She was shaking with rage. First Willow and now Cordelia. Maybe she should have gone to Angel after all. No, he wouldn't have taken her either. She shook her head, growling loudly trying to get all of the bad thought out of her mind. Her stupid human half wouldn't stop talking to her. Like an annoying little bug or something she just kept buzzing around, yelling at her for the mistake that she had made.
She could feel herself being pulled by some very strong force. It didn't feel evil, but it did feel mystical. It was setting off all of her slayer senses and she knew that she had to find it. She knew that whatever it was it needed protecting, and she had to be the one to do it. She left the warehouse, tears still stinging the corners of her eyes and started to run, not really knowing which direction she was heading (Northwest) just knowing that she needed to get to wherever she was being pulled to.
She had been running for three hours before she finally needed to stop to take a break. She went into an alley, not sure where she was, and not really caring. The closer she got to her unknown destination the louder the buzzing got. The buzzing being her little annoying human half that was telling her to turn around and go back to Sunnydale.
The pull was getting stronger and her senses were becoming stronger then they've ever been before. She felt stronger, faster, like something was going into her and making her a better slayer then before. Because of this it only took her a couple of minutes to catch her breath before she stood up and started running, still traveling North, only knowing that she had to get to whatever was in need to protection.
She thought about everything that had transpired at the hotel. Everything that she had felt and everything that she had done. She knew that Willow would never want her but she felt bad for kissing Cordelia. But the urge, the feeling of need had been too strong to ignore. She was starting to feel it again. The scorching heat between her legs was starting to grow even more intense then ever before. She knew that she would need release soon or it would drive her to the depths of insanity.
She tried her best to ignore she, she tried her best to ignore the human part of her trying her best to ignore the feeling also. But she just couldn't handle it. She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and let her senses roam. She could feel the vampires near by and she started to run towards them. She looked around and broke the end off of a picket fence knowing that she just needed to get some and get gone.
When she found the vampire walking through the dark she slowly started to stalk him. She knew that he could smell her, and she watched as he stopped and turned around. She was concealed by the darkness and the truck she was standing behind, hiding, waiting for her opportunity. She watched as he started to walk towards her and just when he was about to turn the corner at the end of the vehicle she pounced.
She lunged at him, making sure the makeshift stake stayed far away from his heart. He was confused at first but he soon gave into her need. She kissed him with nothing but raw need. She pushed him back into the alley he had been walking down and she pressed him roughly up against the wall. When she ended the kiss for air he was in game face but she ignored it. She started to grind her hips against his and he moaned and closed his eyes. They started to kiss again, and the burning she was feeling only increased. Just doing this wasn't enough, but she was so close it would only take a little more, just one little extra push.
-He cold. He like Angel. I hate Angel.- she thought feeling disgusted, but it went away because the feeling of need was a lot stronger.
/Angel is better then this. He has a soul, this is just some demon that you're fucking because we need it. Just hurry up and get it over with so we can get the hell out of here./ the human half told her. She agreed that this needed to end soon so she hurried up the process.
She threw him to the ground and jumped on top of him. She straddled his waist and undid his pants, pulling them down. She ripped off her underwear and pulled up the skirt she was wearing. She held onto his shoulders, forcing him to stay down as she rode him. It didn't take long for her to be thrown over the edge and into a screaming climax, and even then she needed more.
She was off guard as she wallowed in her high and he was able to flip her over. He kept jumping into her at a furious rate and she met his thrusts with just as much vigor. She cried out when she felt his teeth sink into her neck and they were both rocketed into another climax. As she came down from her high she was aware that he was still feeding from her. She quickly brought the stake up and into his back, he screamed out in pain as he dusted and sprinkled all over her.
Now that she had fulfilled her most basic need she stood up and straightened her skirt. The human part of her was still swirling from their release. She took a few minutes to compose herself and calm down. She sat down on top of a dumpster feeling dirty, feeling like she was worthless. If Willow ever found out about this she would never want them, at least that's what they both thought. But the need had been too strong, she hadn't been able to control. That didn't stop all of the feelings of guilt and remorse to stomp through her body, making her shake, on the verge of tears again.
Ten minutes later she stood up, she felt the pull getting stronger and she started running towards it, making sure to ignore all of the little tinges she gets whenever she senses a vampire or demon. If she was going to get there without making herself feel any worst then she couldn't slay because if she did then she wouldn't be able to control the strong need for release that she gets whenever she kills. All she thought about was Willow, and what Willow would think of her. And imaging the look of shame and disgust on the redhead's face was a very big motivator to run faster, to get away from Sunnydale and L.A. and everything else that reminded her of her love.
(Two hours earlier)
Willow, Giles and the AI team (except for Wesley, I don't really like Wesley so I try to keep him out of my stories) were sitting around a large table. A map of L.A. was unfolded and Willow had just finished preparing the spell. She handed Cordelia the other little bag of dust. She cleared her mind and when she counted to three she and Cordelia scattered the dust all of the map. Little lights started to appear all over the place, mostly white, indicating evil. The largest dot was the hotel itself, all of the evil that had been killed here left behind its essence. This place needed to be cleansed, but Willow would worry about that later. She knew that Buffy's light would be green, she's gone this spell before, but she didn't see a green dot anywhere.
"Oh god, where is she? What if something bad happened? We need to find her. There has to be another way. We need to do something we need-" Willow started to babble but Giles was able to quiet her down. Angel went and got another map, a larger one of California and he unfolded it and put it on top of the other one. Cordelia and Willow did the spell again and it only took a couple of minutes for them to see the little green dot, and it was moving further North.
"Why is she going North? Buffy doesn't know anybody up North," Willow said and looked around the room. All of that confidence that she had been feeling earlier was gone. She now felt like a scared little girl, lost in a supermarket looking for her protector. This was all her fault. She couldn't stop blaming herself, and she wouldn't, at least not until Buffy was back and safe and in her arms.
"My best guess is she's going to San Francisco. There's a lot of demon activity there. Wesley just finished researching it last week. They have a spiritual Nexus. That's what is drawing the demons there. Very few vampires, mostly lower level scavenger types. But upper level ones will go after it," Angel explained and crossed his arms. She was already in Hanford, another three hours and she would be in San Francisco. And he had to stay here because they wouldn't make it before the sunrise. He really hates being a vampires.
"What's a Nexus?" Willow asked, forcing the sickening feeling of guilt down. She watched the little green dot as it slowly moved North and it started to pick up speed. She wondered if it had anything to do with this Nexus or whatever it was called. She's never heard of that before and she really wanted it explained so that they could hurry up and find Buffy. They needed to find her before something bad happened.
"A spiritual Nexus is a point of incredible energy. It's equal distant from the five spiritual elements, if you were to trace it on a map it would form a pentagram and the Nexus would be in the middle. It's pure energy, neither good or evil, just raw power. A house was built on top of it but was destroyed in the 1906 earthquake. It was rebuilt and purchased by a witch who's magical heritage goes back to the Salem Witch Trials," Giles explained. Willow couldn't help but tense up at the mention of the trials, and she was reminded of her little experience being tied to a pole while fire is burning under you.
"Ok, well then we need to find her. If she's going to find the Nexus...why would she try to find the Nexus?" Cordelia asked and stood up, starting to pace again. Just sitting here was driving her insane. They needed to go out and find Buffy. She's isn't exactly thinking rationally and Cordelia's afraid that the slayer is going to do something that the human part will regret.
"To use its power, become stronger? Or perhaps to protect it? Demons are after it all the time, something that powerful that has the potential to do great damage needs to be guarded. It's being protected now by three extremely powerful Wiccans, and if we don't get there before Buffy does, if that's where she's going, then we might have a bad situation on our hands," the ex-watcher said and removed his glasses and started to clean them, thinking about all of the bad things that could happen if Buffy gets to the house.
"Bad situation, what type of bad situation? They wouldn't hurt her would they?" Willow asked and looked from person to person. It seemed like none of them wanted to speak, expect for the softer version of Anya. And all focus was on her as she spoke, pacing back and forth in front of the table.
"If some woman showed up at your house acting like something right out of the Stone Age would you be willing to let them in? And when Buffy wants to protect something she's fierce about it, I know we've all seen that. So either the witches will cast some sort of spell on her or Buffy might hurt them trying to get to...whatever it's called." Willow couldn't help but silently agree. She stood up, resolve face on, and she picked up the map. She looked at the little green light again, and it was steadily moving northwest, on a path straight for San Francisco.
"So we follow her, try to get there as soon as we can and we stop something bad from happening. Buffy won't kill a human, not even the slayer would do that. We just need to stop those witches from doing something that will cost them their lives," she said and she folded the map. She knew that the spell would remain active until she clean off all of the dust.
"I thought you said Buffy wouldn't kill a human," Angel said as he stood. He knew he couldn't go with them, and it upset him, wounded his pride but he was willing to deal with it, as long as Buffy stayed safe that's all he cared about. But still, not being able to help was making him extra broody.
"She wouldn't, but if they hurt her I'll kill them myself," the redheaded witch said, her voice was cold and her eyes were black where there should have been white. None of them doubted for a second that she was speaking in truth and that she would live up to what she was saying. With their goodbyes, and their plan set, Willow, Giles and Cordelia took off in Xander's car. The ex-watcher and the fashion diva praying that they got there before something bad happened to the slayer because they knew they wouldn't stop Willow from hurting those witches if it came to that.
The slayer walked down the sidewalk. She was exhausted, to say the least. She's been running none stop for three and a half hours now, and she was getting tired, but the pull was getting stronger, she knew she was close. She could feel it in her bones. She turned a street corner, and walked up the sidewalk, the sun beaming down on her, warming her skin. She felt so cold, so dirty, and the human part of her knew that she probably looked like hell itself. She hasn't showered in two, almost three days, she still had cuts from her fall, the blue blood was still on her, her hair was a mess and she was tired so she assumed that she had large, dark bags under her eyes.
/You need to get to a mirror. I need to see how we look. We probably look like some lunatic walking down the street in dirty clothes and ratty hair. Wow, these houses are really nice. I wish we could live in something like this, cause I gotta say, that dorm room is not the nicest place in the world. The walls are way too thin. Will you just go back now. We're...God only knows where, and I'm tired and hungry, and I want to go home and go to sleep. If we're going to get over Willow turning us down then I need to go home and wallow in self-pity for a couple of days and then fill this empty hole with chocolate bars./ She was really getting annoying now. The constant ranting and babbling was enough for anyone to bullet in their head to try and make it stop.
-Shut up. Me in charge, me in control. You too scared to deal so you let me out. Me going to find thing that calls me, and me going to protect it.- she shot back. The human side started to protest but she just ignored it. She was getting better at doing that. She also knew that the longer she was out the harder it was going to be for human Buffy to take back control. She liked that thought, never having to be locked away in that little cage. Never having to play second fiddle to the human part of her.
She looked up at the large house and her skin started to tingle. This was it. Whatever was calling her was inside of that house. Now all she had to do was find it and make sure that it remained safe. She walked up the stairs, God there were so many stairs, to the porch. Her legs were heavy, her arms were weighing her down and she felt like she was going to fall down right there. She tried to kick the door down, only resulting in a loud thud, and it shook, but it didn't open, it didn't break, and she fell to the ground and passed out from exhaustion.
Buffy woke up in a strange bed, in a strange room and wearing somebody else's pajamas. She knew that because she doesn't like to wear silk pajamas, they just don't keep you warm at night. She tried to sit up but her head hurt too badly. She wondered for a second what had happened. She remembers the slayer taking her to a strange neighborhood and then passing out at the entrance to somebody's house, and then nothing. She sought out the slayer inside of her, but it wouldn't respond. The slayer was still too exhausted, and was recuperating.
As a result Buffy had no slayer strength, no slayer healing, no slayer hearing, nothing that comes along with the slayer package. She was just the normal Buffy Summers, the girl that she wishes she still was because her life had once been simple. If she hadn't been the slayer then she never would have met Willow and none of this would be happening. She wouldn't be here, in this bed, hearing the muffled voices outside of the door but not understanding the words because she has normal human hearing now.
She looked around the room, and it was nice. Very lovely furniture, the bed was very comfortable, the smell of jasmine was everywhere, and it was very welcoming, she couldn't help but feel safe. But that was only for about five seconds because then she remembered that she's in a stranger's bed, in a pair of a stranger's pajamas and for all she knows they did stuff too her while she was passed out and naked (one of my greatest fears, what about you?).
She heard the voices getting louder and angrier, and she tried to concentrate. She tried to tap into her slayer strength but there was just none left. She started to panic and she tried to remain calm. If she didn't have her slayer strength then she wouldn't be able to defend herself if the people turned out to be some weird psychos. She tried to get, to tried to move to the window so that she could shimmy down and run away, but she fell back onto the bed, only one person in mind as she called out: "Willow, help me!" And then she was met with the blackness of unconsciousness.
(Earlier that morning)
Phoebe woke up in a great mood. It was a lovely Friday morning and she had nothing to do. She liked this whole unemployment thing. Sure it had its bad points, like having to depend on her two older sisters for support, but she loved waking up at ten in the morning with nothing to do. Knowing that she could go for a walk in the park, or just watch T.V., or spend all day working on her spells. Sure she had grown as a witch, and they've all gotten stronger, a lot stronger, but she wanted to be stronger. She doesn't have an aggressive power like her sisters, so what she lacks in offense, she wants to make up for with power.
Prue was already gone, she knew that because the house was quiet except for the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen. She threw on her robe and she opened her bedroom door and was instantly hit with the smell of homemade cinnamon buns and coffee. 'Wow, gotta love Piper. She really knows how to motive a girl to get out of bed', she thought as she walked out into the hallway, the hardwood floors cold under her bare feet.
She stretched her arms high above her head, feeling and hearing her back bones pop back into place as she walked into the kitchen. She saw her older sister Piper sitting at the center island, reading the newspaper and sipping at a cup of coffee. She put the mug down and looked at Phoebe with this weird look on her face and swallowed the liquid in her mouth before talking. (Which is good because if you try to talk with liquid in your mouth things can get messy, my lack of intelligence and common sense has proved this many times.)
"That is so gross. Does your back have to be that loud?" she asked in a typical big sister voice. Phoebe just rolled her eyes and sat down on the stool across from Piper and quickly grabbed the coffee mug, earing a glare from Piper for her efforts.
"Well sorry if it offended you. Next time I'll tell it to be quiet," she said sarcastically and took a big swig of the warm coffee. She handed her sister back the mug and then swallowed the warm liquid after letting it sit in her mouth for a few seconds. There's just something about coffee (all food and drink items for that matter) that tastes so much better when it's not yours. She inhaled a large whiff of the delicious smell and her stomach started to rumble its request for food.
"When are those going to be done? I'm starving," she said and rubbed her belly. She saw her sister roll her eyes and then look over at the timer on the stove. While the other woman wasn't looking she stole another swig of coffee, smiling at the great feeling of knowing that it isn't hers but she's getting it anyway. You gotta love free stuff at the efforts of others.
"Ten more minutes. And how can you be starving. You ate a Chinese dinner that was large enough for three people by yourself. Prue had to order a pizza just so we could eat until we were full. Oh, there's left overs by the way. That can be your lunch if you don't want to go out because I have to go over to the club soon to make sure everything is set up for the rehearsal and I won't be back in time to make anything," she said and took her mug of coffee back. She downed the rest of it and took it over to the sink and rinsed it out.
"Well, what can I say? When I have a craving for something I indulge to the fullest. I told you to order more food but you said it would be enough. Guess you'll listen to me next time," she said and thought about getting up to get her own cup of coffee but decided that she was still too tired. She watched as Piper checked on the buns and then sat back down at the island.
"Yeah, or I'll just stack my plate with more food, or get a platter," she said sarcastically. Phoebe was about to say her witty comeback when something slammed against the front door, making the windows shake. The two sisters jumped up and ran out of the kitchen, being cautions they made their way into the foyer. They didn't see anything, but you never know if it's an invisible demon, they've already dealt with one of those. Phoebe pushed Piper forward, hiding behind her big sister as the older woman opened the door and there on their porch was an unconscious blonde. Her clothes were torn, her hair a frightful mess, and she looked hurt and really tired.
"Guess I'm not going to P3," Piper said as they continued to look down at the girl. The two sisters carried the girl into their home with ease. Phoebe started to walk over to the couch when Piper stopped her. She looked at her sister, a confused look on her face. She never fully understood the motives of her older sisters even though she knows them so well. She's just too different from them to really understand why they do what they do.
"Not on the couch. Let's get her cleaned up before we set her on any of the furniture," she said and Phoebe just rolled her eyes. Her sister could be so rude sometimes. Oh well, better then Prue. "What? This house gets dirty enough from demon attacks, if I can prevent another upholstery cleaning bill I'm going to. Besides she has some type of blue goo on her and I know nothing can get that out." So they took the stranger into the bathroom and cleaned her up. They put bandages over her wounds and took off her clothes. They cleaned up the scrapes and cuts she had on her stomach and back and legs before cleaning off the dirt and grit with a warm washcloth. Then they changed her into a pair of Prue's silk pajamas and put her in Piper's bed and then played the very annoying sit-and-wait game.
Phoebe was sitting outside of Piper's bedroom door. She was curious to learn about the innocent they had found on their doorstep. She also wanted to know if this woman was a witch or not. Since Phoebe has a psychic power she can read people a lot better then her other sisters, she's more in tune with their emotions and, if they have it, power. And she felt a very strong power coming off of that girl in waves. It felt old, like it was a part of history or something. But it also felt important. She stood up when she heard footsteps on coming towards her and she saw Prue, with an irritated expression on her face. 'Oh great, she's mad, what happened now?'
"You and Piper let a stranger into the house? What were you guys thinking? What if she's a demon? Did you two just forget that they've been coming after us a lot more lately? They've been going after the Nexus like crazy, we have to be extra careful," she said, bitching and complaining like normal. Phoebe just rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe Prue was acting like such a bitch about her and Piper helping somebody.
"She isn't a demon. And we found her unconscious and bleeding on our door step, what were we supposed to do, just leave her there? And we know that demons are after the Nexus like rich people at a Jimmy Choo shoe sale, so we put the cydarite crystals around the bed, and if she evil then she won't be able to leave the circle. We even blessed them again to give them an extra kick," she told her and she saw Prue relax but only a little bit. Even since the demons starting going after the Nexus she's been on high alert, which means she's been a lot grumpier and uptight then normal.
"What are you doing?" Phoebe asked and blocked the door when Prue tried to go into the room. The girl was still sleeping and she was not about to let Prue go in there and start with the questioning until she has gotten plenty of rest. Prue looked irritated again but she backed up when she saw the look Phoebe was giving her.
"I want to see what she looks like, God forbid that I'd be curious to see what the stranger who's sleeping in my younger sister's bed looks like," she said and then tried to open the door but again Phoebe stopped her and gave her the all-knowing look. Prue took in a deep breath of frustration and tried to calm herself down. Phoebe can be so damn infuriating sometimes.
"No, you want to wake her up and ask her a million questions and find out if she's a demon, which she's not. Just leave her alone. She didn't see her this morning, she looks like she walked through hell and back. She needs to sleep, and then I'm going to have Piper make her a big meal because, honestly, that girl is way too skinny. Looks like she hasn't eaten in a month," she said and Prue got pissed off all over again.
"Well sorry Phoebe for being worried about my sisters. She's been sleeping for a couple of hours according to Piper, that's plenty of rest for a potential demon. When we know that she's not evil then she can have all the rest and food she wants until she's better." Their voice were starting to rise. Phoebe shot back that she knows the girl isn't evil, she can just feel it, but Prue reminded her that they've all been deceived by evil before and that's when they heard it.
"Willow, help me!" the girl screamed at the top of her lungs. The two Halliwells were in there in an instant, only to see that the girl had passed out again. Phoebe had been right, this girl did look horrible. But with rest and some care she would get better and probably look a lot better too. They left after a few minutes, going back downstairs and into the kitchen to see Piper with the girl's shirt. She was dipping it into the sink that was full of what looked like pure white water.
"What are you doing?" Prue asked and leaned up against the counter looking down into the sink. She saw very large blue stains all over the shirt, along with blood and she wondered what the hell had happened. Maybe that girl was an innocent after all, maybe she had been attacked by a demon?
"Like I told Phoebe this morning, this blue stuff would not come out and I used like seven different cleaners. So, I whipped up this little brew that will tell us if this is demonic or not," she said and Prue raised an eyebrow at what she had said, and she folded her arms across her chest.
"'Little brew'? You've been hanging with Phoebe way too much. I think you need to get out of the house more often," she said, looking into Phoebe's eyes as she said it and smiling the entire time. They're sisters, it's in their nature to tease each other. Piper cast a glance up at the ceiling and then looked down at the shirt and pulled it completely out of the water and set it down on the counter. The stains started to change colors. The blood stayed the same, but the other went from blue to green to purple and finally to orange.
"Orange is not good, orange means demonic. Upper level too. Whatever it was she's lucky she got away with just a few scrapes and cuts," she said and then threw the shirt into the trash. There was no saving it now, they would just buy her another one. Piper looked back up at the ceiling, wondering how their patient was doing. She just hoped that she was the type of innocent that was trusting and believed them without much convincing that magic and demons are real. And she also hoped that the girl accepted their help to kill whatever it was that was after her.
"I think she's there. The dot isn't moving anymore," Willow said from the front passenger seat of the little Honda Civic. She didn't know exactly where her slayer was, only that she was somewhere in San Francisco. They were only two hours away. They've been driving for four and a half hours almost none stop. They stopped twice, once to fill the car up with fuel, the second because Cordelia's bladder was the size of a dime, or at least it seemed like it. The only thing Willow had seen the brunette digest was a mouthful of water and twenty minutes later she had pee.
"We'll need to get a local map and do the spell again if we're going to find her," Cordelia said from the backseat. She had complained the first two hours of the trip about hating sitting in the backseat and that Willow could look at a map just as easily from the back as she could the front. That's when Giles had turned the radio up loud enough to drown out her ongoing complaints. He couldn't wait to get home and put this whole nightmare behind him. He would actually be happy to see Anya for a change.
They drove for another ten minutes and then they pulled into a gas station. They decided to put some more gas in the car, and get some snacks, and also a knew map. Willow had brought the extra herb mix with her in case they would need to do the spell again. She and Cordelia went to the farthest corner of the store where they would go unseen and they unfolded the map of San Francisco and put it on the ground. Willow concentrated and on her count they scattered the dust.
There were so many white dots that they thought the map was going to catch fire. They waited a few minutes and then the green dot appeared. Willow squinted her eyes and leaned in really close and saw that it wasn't moving, which could be good or bad, but she wasn't going to try and decide which right now. She stood up, helping Cordelia to her feet, and then folded the map up and went outside where Giles was waiting for them in front of the store.
"She's on a street called Prescott. It's not too far from here. As long as traffic stays light we should be there in about fifteen minutes," she said and then Giles frowned at her. She was too used to Sunnydale, even Los Angeles. Traveling in San Francisco was a lot trickier then moving around the other two.
"You forget, San Francisco is know for it's many hills. It might take us longer then that. And in this town there's no such thing as light traffic," he and then walked back over to the car and got into the front passenger seat. His eyes needed a break from driving. Willow took the driving position, after arguing with Cordelia for ten minutes and finally putting the brunette in a headlock until she agreed to sit in the back, and they were off, yet again, to try and find their slayer.
An hour and a half later they were slowly driving down Prescott street. The green dot getting brighter and brighter as they neared the location of the slayer. Suddenly the map caught fire and Cordelia screamed and threw it out the window. Willow slammed on the breaks and Cordelia jumped out of the car and stomped the fire out. Willow pulled the car over to the side of the road and she and Giles got out and stood by Cordelia on the sidewalk.
"Ok, so which house is she in?" Cordelia asked and looked around. The map had caught fire the instant they were in between two of the houses, a two story pink one with stain glass windows, and a two story white one with large old fashioned looking windows. Willow looked in front of her at the dark pink one across the street and then behind her at the white one. She shrugged her shoulders and then put the map back in the car.
"You guys take that one..." she pointed to the white one behind them. "And I'll take that one. If she's not in either of them then I'll do my tinker bell spell and it'll lead us right to her." She didn't wait for them to respond before she ran across the street and started up the many steps that led to the old Victorian house.
"Willow knows Tinker Bell?" Cordelia asked as she and Giles walked towards the white house. "Guess that mean Neverland is real too." Giles shook his head, not believing his ears, but too tired to call her on it as they walked onto the porch and knocked on the door and waited for somebody to answer. "Because that would be neat. I'd really like to take a vacation there sometime." She kept going on and on and Giles almost started to cry he wanted her to shut up so badly. He wished it were Anya here with him instead and that thought scared him more then any demon ever could.
"Hello, can I help you?" the woman with the long brown hair asked. She was a little shorter then Willow, but not by much. The redhead saw that there was a taller girl standing behind her, shorter brown hair, also tanner skin. The fact that these two women are beautiful did not escape her attention but she set those thoughts aside...for now.
"Hi, yeah, I was wondering if you've seen a woman. She's about your height, long blonde hair, hazel eyes (at least Willow hoped they were back to hazel) skinny enough to look like she hasn't eaten for a month?" Willow said and watched as the taller brunette smiled. Willow saw her whisper something into the shorter one's ear but she didn't hear what it was.
"And you are?" the shorter one asked. Willow knew what that look was, the one that was being sent her way by the shorter woman. She was all too familiar with it. Not that she gets it a lot, but she sends it out a lot. It's a look of mistrust, a look that is searching for a reason to trust you but until you prove your worthy of it you won't get it. Willow cleared her throat and tried really hard not to babble.
"Um, my name's Willow I-" she was about to start babbling on and on about how she and Buffy were best friends and that would have opened the gateway to going on and explaining the whole 'being in love with each other but both were afraid to admit it', but then that would have led to her saying something about Buffy running away from her and then coming here. But she never got the chance because as soon as she said her name the taller brunette stepped forward.
"Come on in. My name's Phoebe, and this is my sister Piper. We have another sister, Prue. But we won't introduce you just yet, she's upstairs, uh, cleaning," she said and pulled Piper back to make room for Willow to walk in. She did and then she stopped and turned around. She saw Cordelia and Giles walked towards. She noticed that Cordelia was talking, again, and Giles looked like he was fighting the urge to strangle her, again.
"Those are my friends. We've been looking for her. That's Giles and Cordelia," she said and then when they two walked up to the porch Willow introduced her two friends to the two sisters and then explained that Buffy was here. They were led to a conservatory, the three friends sat down on the wicker couch, while the sisters occupied the two chairs.
"We found her this morning. She passed out on our porch so we brought her in and cleaned her up. She was pretty beat up, do you know why someone would want to hurt her?" Piper and Willow tried not to make a sarcastic remark about every demon and vampire wanting to kill the slayer for simply being the slayer. But instead she said.
"No we don't. She's been going through a very...emotional time right now, and we just need to get her home. She's isn't herself right now, she needs help," Willow said and couldn't stop the little tear from escaping. She looked over at Phoebe and caught the brunette staring at her. She watched as the girl blushed and looked away, and Willow ignored it. All she cared about right now was getting Buffy home. She noticed that Cordelia opened her mouth to say something when they heard an ear-shattering scream.
"Willow! Willow! Willow where are you!" Everyone in the room stood up and started to run towards the screams. The redhead had to fight the temptation to knock the two sisters out of her way and get to the room first. When they made it to the second story of the house and down the hall Willow saw that another girl was already in the room and she just assumed that it was the third sister, who's name she couldn't remember. She saw that the blacked haired woman was trying to calm Buffy down. She also saw that Buffy was standing in the corner of the room, backing away like a frightened animal. The fear coming off of her was powerful and it almost knocked Willow off of her feet.
"It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you. Please, just calm down," Willow heard the girl say. She stepped forward and she locked eyes with Buffy. They two ran towards each other, the black haired woman getting knocked to the floor in the process. They embraced in a very tight hug and neither could stop the tears from flowing out of their eyes and onto each other's shoulders.
"They sisters?" Phoebe asked Cordelia quietly, not wanting to break up this tender moment. Cordelia smiled and shook her head no. She watched the sight before her with happy eyes, glad that the two were finally back together again. For a second she wondered what would become of them after this is all over and they went back to Sunnydale.
"Soul mates," she responded and saw Phoebe's megawatt smile. Giles was so relieved to see his considered-daughter again that he forgot all about British mannerisms and he walked forward and wrapped his arms around the two crying girls. They were like that for ten minutes before Giles let go and stood over by Cordelia again. The two woman refused to let go of each other, however and Prue was the one who spoke first.
"Excuse me, but who are you people?" Piper and Phoebe rolled their eyes and shook their heads. But there would be no stopping Prue now that she had her mind set on finding out who the strangers are. She had woken the blonde up, telling her sisters that she would be in the attic to try and find out which demon had attacked her, and she had started to question her.
The blonde had remained calm through the entire thing, claiming she had no idea what Prue was talking about. So Prue decided to show the blonde a little magic to convince her. When she telekineticly (I'm aware that it's not a real word) floated a candle towards Buffy, some type of blue powder came out of Prue's hands and into the blonde's body. Prue had no idea what it was because that's never happened before. After all of the powder had gone into the blonde's body, being absorbed by her skin, she went hysterical. She jumped far away from Prue, to the corner of the room where she started to whimper with fear, and then the screaming started. She had tried her best to calm the girl but nothing had worked and then everybody came into the room and, well, here they are now.
They were assembled in the conservatory, again. Giles, Willow and Buffy were sitting on the wicker couch, Cordelia in one of the chair, Phoebe in the other, Piper and Prue chose to stand. The eldest of the Halliwells still hadn't explained about the powder thing. The blonde had denied knowing anything about magic, so she figured her friends wouldn't know anything either. She had thought this until the man spoke up.
"Well, I guess we'll start with the explanations then. We're from Sunnydale, here in Southern California-"
"Excuse me, you three are from Sunnydale, I'm from L.A.," Cordelia said, thinking that information was somehow useful, but Giles had a feeling she just wanted to be annoying. He cleared his throat and then continued.
"Anyway, Buffy here is a slayer, and I'm her watcher. Willow is a witch, and Cordelia...well, I'm not to sure what she is other then a pest," he said and Willow and Buffy could not contain their laughter. Cordelia then started up again with the ranting, giving everybody in the room a headache and then Phoebe silenced her.
"Wait, the slayer? She's the slayer? Wow," she said awe and a little bit of fear in her voice. Her two older sisters looked over at her as if she's gone crazy. How the hell does Phoebe know about slayers? The youngest Halliwell was looking at Buffy with fascination, and Buffy was starting to feel a little uneasy. She still didn't have any of her slayer strength left, not only that she had no idea where she was, or what had happened in the last couple of days. The last thing she remembered was walking with Willow to their psychology class to take a quiz that they had studied for most of the night.
"This is the hard part to explain. You see a Watcher is appointed to the slayer by-"
"The Watcher's Council, which is located over in England. I've read all about it in our book. All about slayers too. Can you really run fifty miles an hour?" she asked, and shook her head in disbelief when Buffy hesitantly nodded her head yes. She still had no idea what was going on, who these people were and why they were here. She hated not knowing, but she wasn't about to voice her concerns in front of total strangers. She could at least bluff if they tried to hurt them, and from the looks of it the littlest sister knew that trying would be a bad idea.
"Um, yes, that is correct. But you see, we not only keep an eye on the slayer, we also check up on powerful magical forces. For the last two and half years the Council as been checking in on you three from time to time, watching you grow as witches," he paused and let them digest that piece of information. The reactions ranged from shocked (Piper), to really, really pissed off (Prue) to what looked like pride (Phoebe).
"So you guys have been spying on us?" Piper yelled. Prue took a step towards them and Buffy mistook it for a threat and she jumped up, getting right in the woman's face, standing directly in front of Willow. Willow may not know how Buffy feels about her (the blue powder made her forget about the last three days or so) but she was still going to protect Willow with all of her might, even if it is just the might of a normal skinny blonde girl.
"Um, Prue, be careful. Slayer's are very...protective of their friends and family," Phoebe said and Prue reluctantly backed off. She stood by her sisters, standing out in front of them in the same protective stance that Buffy had. Giles couldn't help but wonder if Prue had ever been a potential slayer. She definitely had the nerves of steel that was required for the job. He would have to talk to his informant at the Council about that.
"We've not been spying on you, the Council has. Buffy and I resined a while ago, actually," he said and Buffy sat back down, staying tense and keeping her eyes on the oldest Halliwell sister. She could feel the slayer power slowly starting to come back. Seems like her slayer half is starting to wake up. That's good, Buffy was getting tired of feeling weak, feeling normal.
"I'm glad we got to meet today. About a week ago my informant at the Council sent me an ancient text and it contains a prophecy dealing with you three. It seems that there's some sort of power struggle going on in the underworld and they're after the Nexus you're protecting. Whichever demon gains access to it will become powerful enough to overrule the Source, and take over as the new leader of the underworld. I'll have the book sent to you once we return to Sunnydale. Do any of you know Latin?" he asked and Prue nodded her head yes.
They continued to talk, Phoebe and Willow were having a very long conversation about magic and Willow was tryin got explain the concept of tinker bell light, Giles and Piper were in the kitchen he was making a pot of tea while she fixed lunch for everyone. They were talking about the hassles of being supernatural and all of the burdens they have. Cordelia and Prue were talking about their favorite types of clothes and which ones are better to wear when fighting demons. Buffy on the other hand, was sitting next to Willow, only half listening to the conversation while she and her slayer half were talking.
-Me want Willow. Make Willow ours,- the slayer said, getting very impatient. She's been waiting for almost three years to tell Willow how she feels, but her stupid human half is too scared to do it.
/I'll talk to her when we get back to Sunnydale, ok? I'm not going to just pull her aside and ask her out here. I've never even met these people before and I really don't think that my personal life is any of their business./ she said in a matter-of-fact sort of way. Appreciated
-You just scared. Me want Willow now. Make her ours now!- she screamed so loudly that Buffy physically winced drawing the attention of the two Wiccans. Willow looked at her with concern and she put her hand over Buffy's and laced their fingers together. Buffy couldn't help but think: 'what the fuck?'
"Buffy, you ok?" she asked and Buffy nodded her head yes. She was getting shy she knew, but she had to act normal in front of Willow or else the redhead would bother her until she told her what was wrong. Or at least lie to her and Buffy hates lying to Willow. She smiled and she nodded her head yes.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired." She looked down at her body and noticed for the first time that she was wearing pajamas. Silk pajamas to be exact. She really liked them and she wondered when she had boughten them. It's all so weird, she doesn't remember spending the night here last night. And everyone else is dressed, why isn't she?
"Um, Buffy? There's something we need to talk about," she said and then felt relived when Buffy said ok. And then she turned to Phoebe. "I'm sorry, but is there somewhere a little more private we can go?" Phoebe led them out into the backyard and said that she would come and get them when lunch was ready. They thanked her and then she went back into the house. Willow sat across from Buffy in the very comfortable chair. She looked into the slayer's eyes and she saw the confusion. She was surprised at the way Buffy was acting. It was almost like Wednesday night never happened.
"Listen Buffy, I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just…I was scared. I know that you were scared too, and I know how hard it must've been for you to ask me out and I can't even imagine how much it hurt when I said no but…what? Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. Buffy was looking at her as if she'd grown five heads, sprouted wings, and was speaking Khmer.
"What are you talking about? I never asked you out," she said, her eyebrows scrunching very low, causing many wrinkles. Willow was dumbfounded. What was Buffy talking about? Was the memory so horrible, had the pain been so unbearable that she was repressing it or something? Willow shook her head and took Buffy by the hands, worried about her now more then she had been when she had let the slayer free.
"Buffy, what day is it?" she asked and Buffy's expression only became more and more confused. She couldn't help but feel a little sting when Buffy pulled her hands away and stood up, backing away from Willow. She was shaking her head, and starting to pace, and Willow was afraid that she was going to let the slayer take control again.
/What is she talking about? I never asked her out. Do you know what she's talking about/ she was confused, and she really wanted to know what the hell Willow was talking about. Her sanity depended on it.
-No.- was all she got in response. She couldn't help but roll her eyes.
/Yeah you're quiet now when I need you but all of those times I wanted you to be quiet when Will and I were changing at the same time in the dorm and you kept telling me to turn around and check out her ass, you just kept running your mouth./
-Me right. You should have look at her.- Buffy rolled her eyes again and then she sat down in the chair again. Then she remembered that Willow had asked her a question and she shook her head roughly, trying to shake out some of the confusion.
"Day? Today's, uh, Tuesday. It's Tuesday and yesterday we took that psychology quiz that we studied all of Sunday for. But Willow, I never asked you out. I'm sorry if you think I did…" she paused and remembered another thing that Willow had said. "What do you mean you said no? Why did you turn me down?" That suddenly took priority over the whole 'three days gone from her memory' thing. Willow shook her head and looked down at her hands.
"I don't know, honestly. I was just scared and saying no was my first reaction. But I went all the way to L.A. to find you so that I could tell you that I'm sorry for hurting you and that I'm madly in love with you and I really do want us to date. And I know that you didn't mean to make-out with Cordelia because it was your slayer side and not really you, and I forgive you because I'm sorry and I love you. And why are you looking at me like that?" She looked at Willow as if the redheaded witch had grown to eight feet tall, has nasty sores all over her now purple skin and has a nose as long as Pinocchio's when he lied, on top of the whole five heads, sprouted wings and speaking a different language thing.
"I think I really am going crazy because not even you rejecting me would drive me to make-out with Cordelia," she said and she started to laugh. Then she realized what else Willow had said in her babble. "What do you mean it was the slayer?" Willow could not believe all of this was happening. Willow thought that maybe it was because of the slayer. Maybe letting the slayer out longer then she ever has before is effecting her memory in very bad ways. She told Buffy to stay there and then she went into the house and got Giles. She had to practically drag in out of the kitchen he was so caught up in his conversation with Piper.
"Yes, Willow what is it? What's the big emergency?" he asked and then he saw Buffy, looking very confused. He was very unsettled by the lost look in her eyes. He would tell that she was on the verge of tears. He sat down in the chair across from her and she ducked her head down, avoiding all eye contact. He just hoped that she didn't surrender and let the slayer take charge again. She needs to learn to face her problems like an adult no matter how bad they may be.
"Buffy can't remember anything since Tuesday," she said and Giles looked up at her as if she had gone mad. Then he looked back down to Buffy who had silent tears working their way down her face. He leaned forward and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. The members of the scooby gang are like children to him and he hates to see them in pain, physically, emotionally or psychologically.
"Giles, did I really let the slayer take control?" she asked sounded scared, like she was afraid of whatever answer he might be able to give her. He took a deep breath and answered yes. She was quiet for a few minutes. She had no idea what to think. She's always been afraid to unleash the slayer in front of her friends because she knows that the first thing she would do was tell Willow who they both feel, or worst. "Did I hurt anybody? Humans, I mean. I didn't hurt you guys, did I?" she asked and looked into his warm eyes. He shook his head no.
"On the bright side," Willow added meekly. "All of the demons in Sunnydale are afraid of you even more. You even slayed that blue lizard thing that attacked us a few days ago." Buffy tried to smile, she knew that Willow was only trying to cheer her up, but it just wasn't working. Not only could she not remember anything for the last three days but she had let the slayer out completely, and, if she believes Willow which she does, she made-out with Cordelia. She still isn't sure how the hell she got here though.
"Where are we? Why are we here?" she asked and looked up at Willow and then over to Giles. They weren't too sure how to answer that. They weren't even sure why the slayer had come here. They just had the theory that she wanted to protect the Nexus, but it was only a theory. Giles sighed and took off his glasses and started to clean them.
"This house is on top of a very powerful energy source called a Nexus. We think that maybe your slayer half was able to feel it and felt like she had to protect it, but we're not entirely sure." There was a long uncomfortable silence. Willow couldn't handle it anymore. This was just too much to think about. She and Buffy were supposed to be happy now. Willow had found her and told her that she wants to date her, she confessed her feelings. Things shouldn't be all sad and gloomy like they are now. This isn't how it was supposed to happen!
"Lunch is ready if you guys…what's wrong?" Piper asked, looking from one distraught person to the other. She had been watching the little conversation from the kitchen window and she did not like where it had been going. The blonde was looking increasingly upset while the redhead and the ex-watcher were looking deeply concerned. She thought that now would be the perfect time to interrupt and see if they would talk about it with her, it's in Piper's nature to help others, she can't help it, she's the middle sister.
Giles was about to lie and say that everything was fine when they heard a loud scream come from inside of the house and they all ran in to see what the problem was. They saw Cordelia and Prue standing in the conservatory, Cordelia was backing away fearfully, Prue was looking down at her own hands with a shocked expression on her face, Phoebe was standing in the doorway that leads into the kitchen, it looked like she just got there as well. The only thing everybody noticed right away was that Cordelia's hair was blue. A very bright sky blue, and she was holding a lock of it in her hand, staring at it with horror.
"What did you do?" she yelled at Prue. All eyes were on the witch and her mouth kept opening and then closing, much like a fish out of water, but no sound was coming out. She just kept staring at her hands, flexing her fingers. On closer inspection it looked like she had tears in her eyes, which is so not like Prue. She doesn't get emotional in front of total strangers, not like this. Piper and Phoebe stepped forward and gently grabbed her by the arms and led her to the kitchen for a 'sisterly-powwow'.
"What happened?" Buffy asked and took a step towards Cordelia. She noticed that the brunette was tense around her, and she wouldn't look Buffy in the eyes. She found it a little irritating, but then she remembered what Willow had told her, and she thought that Cordelia probably thinks that Buffy is going to be mad about what happened, even though Buffy can't remember what happened.
"She was showing me a trick. She tried to float the newspaper and then this blue powered stuff that this color…" she pointed to her hair. "Came out of her hands and onto my hair and turned it blue! What the hell is her problem?" Buffy was not surprised that Cordelia had screamed at the top of her lungs as if a large were-beast was about to rip her throat out just because her hair was turned a different color with magic. Hell, it was almost expected for her to overreact. But she would pick on Cordy later. Right now they have a witch to yell at.
The group walked into the kitchen, and saw that Prue looked really upset, scared even. It was clear that she had not meant to do that to Cordelia, no matter how humorous the situation is, but what they heard when they walked in put them all on edge and it made Buffy's slayer scream one word: -Attack!- But the rest of her was just scared, as much as she wanted to know what happened, even if she had to beat it out of the witch.
"It happened earlier. I did it on accident to Buffy, but nothing changed, nothing happened," she told her sisters and then looked on in shock, horror, fright, panic and every other synonym for the word when she saw Buffy and crew staring at them. They heard a low rumble and they all looked on in surprise (all expect Willow and Giles) as Buffy growled. It started out low, but it grew in volume, until it was like a lion's roar. Her eyes were starting to turn yellow, and it was one scary sight to see.
Willow knew that she had to do something. Even if it seemed that Prue was somehow responsible for Buffy's memory loss, or at least she's the lead suspect, she can't just let the slayer take over and kill the witch. She gently grabbed onto Buffy's upper arm, just in case she has to try and hold her back (or get dragged across the kitchen) and she started to make a soft shushing sound. Buffy calmed down, her muscles loosened a little, but the low rumbling sound stayed in her throat and chest as she eyed the black haired witch suspiciously. Willow really wished she could do something to calm the slayer side of Buffy and make the yellow in her eyes go away, but she couldn't think of anything.
"Ok, let's all just calm down. Clearly you didn't mean for anything bad to happen, if it really was an accident. We just need to stay calm and rational and figure out how to reverse the side effects. Now, why don't you start by telling us exactly what happened earlier with Buffy," Giles said and stepped out in front of the slayer a little. He needed to be prepared to grab her if she made a run for the witch. He knew that they weren't a threat. They wouldn't intentionally hurt an innocent or a fellow warrior on the side of good. But with magic accidents happen all the time if you're not careful, and those accidents can have devastating consequences.
"We still didn't know who or what she was, and we've been on demon alert lately because of all the attacks. So I woke her up to…ask her some questions," she tried to avoid using words like interrogate, especially with the slayer looking at her like she wanted the witch's blood. "She denied knowing anything about magic and demons so I was going to prove it to her by floating a candle, but when I tried this blue stuff came out of my hands and went into her chest. She stopped responded, almost like she had blacked out, and then she backed away, and got really scared and started screaming for Willow. And then you guys ran in." She tried to keep her voice as light and casual as possible, but it was hard. She didn't know what was happening to her powers and she was starting to get really freaked out. Her main concern was not being able to protect her or her sisters if a demon attacked.
"We need Leo. Leo!" Piper screamed and Cordelia was about to ask who Leo is when this blue light showed up next to Piper. It hung in the air for a few seconds before it took the form of a man and then went solid and turned into the concerned looking blonde man. A very good looking blonde man who Cordelia could not keep her eyes off of. Piper noticed the looks the once brunette was sending her husband she was quick to mark her territory. She put her left hand on Leo's chest, a seemingly affectionate gesture, but she made sure that the wedding ring caught the light so that everyone would look at it.
"What is it?" he asked and then looked around at the strangers. He recognized Willow immediately and he tried not to panic. The Elders were going to kill him (well, again) for this. He searched Willow's face as surprise from his entrance turned into recognition. She tensed up a little and then pointed at him, her eyes growing wide and her mouth dropped open a little.
"Hey, you're that guy from the library," she said and everyone looked at Willow and then back to Leo. Piper got a little…upset. She hates the fact that Leo can't tell her about his charges, and she gets jealous when they're women. Especially young, college girls who might want to seduce Leo. She couldn't help but let out her own little growl, only loud enough for Leo and Phoebe to hear. Well, them and the slayer, who viewed the growl as a threat to her "mate" and she wrapped an arm around Willow's waist. The fact that Piper had glared at Willow before the growl did not help, and now Buffy was eyeing her like she does the vampires that she kills almost every night.
"Yeah I am. And can I ask what they're doing here?" he asked turning to Piper. She didn't hear him. She hadn't been listening. She and Buffy were having a little stare down, both woman protecting their "mates", and sizing each other up. Buffy may have all of that slayer strength but Piper has an advantage over the blonde: magic, and the power to freeze time. The only people who seemed to notice the little 'showdown' was Phoebe and Cordelia, and the two women had to bite their lips to keep from laughing.
"Buffy showed up at our doorstep this morning. She passed out so we took care of her, and then the rest of them showed up to take her home, and we sort of got caught up in conversation," Phoebe answered since her sister was having some serious dominance issues at the moment. Prue may by the most aggressive of the three sisters, but everyone knows that it's Piper who really runs this house, and she doesn't like the fact that her husband had run-ins with this little redheaded witch. She doesn't know where Leo goes when he orbs out, for all she knows he could be going off to the library for a quickie with this girl.
"And Prue has a new power. Yeah, she turned Cordelia's hair blue, and we don't know what she did to Buffy, but it can't be good because her eyes turned yellow and she looked like she was about to rip Prue's throat out," again Phoebe was the representative for the Halliwells. Prue was still too shocked about her powers, and Piper was still busy staking her claim. She noticed that Buffy's eyes had gone completely yellow where the hazel color used to be, and it was really freaky to see. She couldn't help but get a very, very bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Someone had to get the middle Halliwell and this blonde out of the same room before they go after each other's blood.
"Ok, Leo, why don't you take Piper and Prue into the other room and explain to them what's going on, because I have a feel you knew about this new power. I'll stay in here and try to figure out what happened to Buffy, ok?" she asked and one glance over at the slayer told Leo that Phoebe had an ulterior motive for wanting his wife out of the kitchen. Which he was fine with because he knows exactly how powerful this slayer is, and how challenging his wife can be. He let Piper out of her room. Her eyes never left Buffy's until the last possible second when she had to break eye contact to walk into the other room. Prue followed closely behind.
With Piper out of the room Buffy calmed down significantly, but she kept her hold on Willow. She wasn't about to let go of what is hers. Especially now that she's viewing Piper as a threat. She stretched out her neck, feeling the muscles loosen up and the bones popped. Having Willow in her arms helped relax her, and she actually started to purr. It was obvious that they weren't dealing with Buffy any more. The slayer herself was back in the game. Even if it was an accident they still needed to get the human side of Buffy to come back out. If they were going to fix this problem then they need to be able to talk to someone who at least has good grammar and is interested in more then just slaying and Willow.
"Ok, is she purring?" Phoebe asked and watched as Buffy started to nuzzle Willow's neck. The movement reminded her of her Siamese and she was trying to remember everything she's ever read about slayers, but with the tension being this thick she just couldn't really remember anything other then they're super strong and they kill evil, and they're always a girl. Apparently being a slayer is a girl's only club. "Nevermind. Look, is what she doing normal for her? Because if not it could be because of what Prue did to her." She watched as Willow tried to pull away but the blonde kept her hold on her. She continued with the nuzzling, which was embarrassing the redhead to no end. Then Buffy started to place light kisses on Willow's neck, softly saying the word 'mine'.
"Um, not really, but it has nothing to do with the spell, or whatever your sister did. This is Buffy's slayer side right now, and it seems that she's…very happy to see Willow again," Giles said and cleared his throat. He took off his glasses and started to clean them. Cordelia watched the way Buffy was acting feeling just the smallest twinge of jealous. She convinced herself that it wasn't jealousy and she felt that little twitch in her stomach because she hasn't had anything to eat in a few hours.
It took Willow about ten minutes to fully calm Buffy down and get her human side to emerge again. They weren't too sure why Buffy wasn't able to just switch back from one to the other instantaneously. The way Buffy made it sound it was like when one side is in control the other has to fight like hell to get it back, or the controlling side can give up easily and apparently the slayer doesn't like going down without a fight. It seemed that Buffy was still exhausted from what she's been through even though she doesn't remember and so it's a lot easier for the slayer to take over. They need to get this sorted out and then get home so Buffy can rest and get better before something really bad happens. Like, oh say, a cat fight between her and Piper.
"Ok, I think we've got this figured out," Piper said as she and the other two walked back into the room. She eyed Willow again, trying to be discreet about it but Buffy saw it and she was instantly on high alter. But luckily Willow picked up on her sudden change in mood and soothed her by rubbing her back and whispering some rather naughty things into her ear.
"To help us in this big battle that's supposed to happen or whatever, the Elders or The Powers That Be or whatever you guys call them, gave Prue this new power, we aren't quite sure what exactly it is, but she can do mind control or change the shape or color, as the case may be," she sent a very cheeky smile Cordelia's way. "This afternoon when she was trying to show off to you-"
"I was not showing off," Prue protested in a very defensive manner, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at Piper. "I was simply showing her how I work my powers." Piper rolled her eyes and Phoebe gave her the 'all knowing look'. Cordelia smiled wide at the thought of the witch showing off to her. She wasn't sure why but she liked that idea a lot.
"Anyways, when I was trying to show you my power I was thinking of..." she stopped, knowing her sisters were going to tease her to no damn end out this. "About how great your hair looks that length and that color, and because my power is new I can't control it and it turned your hair blue, for unknown reasons.
"And this morning when I was trying to talk to you," she said and looked into Buffy's eyes. The blonde girl could see the compassion and the sympathy in them. She wasn't too sure why. Nothing had happened to put her in a position to be sympathized with. "You just seemed so...upset and haunted. And you wouldn't say why you came here and I thought that it was because of something bad. We found demon blood on your shirt and I thought you had been attacked, so when I tried to float the candle I just wished that you could forget about whatever had upset you and then the blue stuff came out of my hands and into your body." She tried as hard as she could to hold Buffy's gaze but she couldn't and she looked down, ashamed for not being able to control this new thing.
"That's why I can't remember anything passed Tuesday," she said and looked into Willow's eyes. She witch knew the rest of the explanation just by looking into Buffy's eyes. Not only that but she had been there, she was the one who had upset her, and because of the big upset she ended up here in the Halliwell Manor. A thick tension grew over the room. Willow couldn't help but feel guilty. She can remember the look on Buffy's face. When she said no to the blonde it was almost like someone had hit the slayer in the stomach with a sledgehammer. And then when Willow couldn't really give her an answer as to why she wouldn't date her the blonde's eyes went completely blank, it was almost like she had died inside.
"So how do we reverse it?" Buffy asked, looking over at Leo and then from one Halliwell witch to the other. They were quiet as they thought about it. Nothing like this has ever happened to them before so it might take a while before they figure out how to reverse it. They didn't want Prue to try and change it back with her powers, something even worst might happen if she does. Buffy watched as all four witches silently thought, trying to come up with something. And then Phoebe perked up and stepped forward.
"We can do an annulling spell," she said and looked over at her sisters, and then the redhead witch. Willow started to nod her head in agreement and turned to Buffy to speak her agreement, but the blonde spoke up before one word left her mouth.
"What's that?" she asked and couldn't help but start to pace. If it's one thing Buffy doesn't really understand it's magic. It's just not her thing and even though she's been friends with Willow for years whose been a witch for along time now she still doesn't quite understand the way it works. But she was willing to listen to their ideas, as long as they explained all of the details, she doesn't want to loose anymore of her memory.
"We just ask the spirits to take back what Prue did. I've used it before when I tried to conjure a dove but got a one winged pigeon instead," she explained and her sisters gave her nasty glares for the little confession. Especially Prue, she's always all over Phoebe about not using magic for personal gain. The two are constantly fighting about it and Prue is just going to yell at Phoebe later on about the little spell.
So, ten minutes later they were all set and ready to do the spell. They were in the living room, Buffy and Cordelia on one side of the coffee table, Prue on the other. There was a white candle in between them. Prue struck a match and lit the candle and then held onto one of Cordelia and Buff's hands in her own. She felt a little spark when she touched the blue haired girl's hand. She tried to ignore but when she looked into the dark brown eyes of the younger girl she could tell that she had felt it too.
"Ok, so after I say 'let it be' you two have to say it, and then the magic should be reversed. Now it might not work, but let's hope for the best," Prue said and then took a deep breath and let it out slowly before starting. "Guiding spirits hear our plea, annul this magic, let it be." There was a five second pause before the other two said theirs. Cordelia's hair instantly went back to brown and she squealed with joy and started to run her fingers through it. She was just so happy that she wouldn't have to dye it herself.
At first Buffy thought that it hadn't worked, nothing seemed to happen after she had said the words she was supposed to say, but as soon as she let go of Prue's hand it all came rushing back to her. She could see herself as if watching from a third person point of view all of the things that had transpired over the last three days. Her pacing in their dorm room, Willow coming in, them talking and Willow rejecting Buffy. Buffy losing pretty much all faith in anything good, and letting the slayer take control.
Going to Giles' house and pacing frantically there. Yelling at Willow and then running. Killing every demon she would find, twisting one vampire's head around so quickly that it spun seven times before he was dust. Running away again, looking for more things to kill, feeling angry and alone and hurt. Feeling like nothing would ever be good again, feeling worthless. Asking herself over and over again why Willow didn't want her.
Running away to L.A., Cordelia taking care of her, telling her that she hates Angel and thinks he's stupid. Feeling better whenever the brunette was around. Making her move on her, and almost sleeping with her before being turned down yet again, only this time she was given a reason, Cordelia simply didn't want to be a rebound girl. Getting up off of the bed and pacing, yelling that nobody wanted her before jumping out of the window.
Feeling this pull calling out to her, feeling like she needed to find whatever it was and protect it. Killing vampires and demons along the way. And then finally getting so worked up that she had to get release. Stalking the vampire and then fucking him in an alley and then staking him when she was done. Feeling so dirty, like grime that you just can't get off of your skin no matter how many times you shower, no matter how hard you scrub.
Getting up off of the dumpster and running all the way to San Francisco and finally passing out from sheer exhaustion. All of this and more came flooding back into her mind and she couldn't handle it all at once. She fell to the floor, her head feeling like it was going to explode, and then the darkness finally took her over as she slipped into unconsciousness, easing her pain for a little while.
They're on their way home now. Giles driving to give the girls a much needed rest, Cordelia sitting in the front passenger seat talking as if she thought if she stopped her head would fall off, and Buffy and Willow in the back. Once Buffy had woken up she told them that she remembered everything, and she avoided eye contact with Willow. The redhead witch wanted to talk about their problems then, wanting to get them out of the way but the blonde said that they would wait until they got home because they had too much to talk about and she wanted to do it in a familiar place.
Giles thought that he was going to go insane. He didn't want to turn on the radio to drown out the brunette's words because Buffy was sleeping in the backseat and he didn't want to wake her up. She needed to rest if she was going to recover from being the slayer for two whole days and running all the way from Sunnydale to L.A. and then to San Francisco. He also knew that she needed the energy if she was going to get over the emotional damage as well. He had seen the look in her eyes when she said that she remembered everything. It was painful to see and he couldn't even imagine what she had been feeling at the time.
He cast a glance over at Cordelia who was looking out her window, talking to anyone who would listen, which apparently was herself. He had put up with her and Willow's bickering but he didn't know how much more of this never ending conversation he could take. So he concentrated on the road in front of him, and started to think about what might happen in the near future. Choices needed to be made, big ones and they consequences of those choices would be devastating or make everyone jump for joy.
If Willow did indeed get together with Buffy he knew that the two would be extremely happy. They were practically made for each other. But if word ever got out in the demon community, which it would, that the slayer is dating someone then Willow might be at even more risk then normal. A demon might try to use her to get to the slayer and he knew that if anything bad ever happened to the perky little redhead then everyone's hearts would break.
Or they could live a long fulfilling life, buy a house together, adopt a couple of kids and have the happily ever after that they so rightfully deserve. But he knew that it wouldn't turn out that way. Buffy is one of the oldest slayers in history, and he knew that luck would surely run out and one night she would zig when she should have zagged and receive the fatal blow. Or die trying to save the world. He knew that if that happened then Willow wouldn't survive the loss. They're only friends now and they get so upset and worried when something big is going to go down, and he knew that if something happened to the other then the surviving one would be heartbroken. Hell, Willow even said that she would kill if the Halliwells had done anything bad to Buffy.
They finally arrived in L.A., all of them needing food and rest. Angel was glad to see that all of them were ok and he exchanged an awkward hug with the blonde. He had been so worried about all of them, mostly his ex-lover, that he hadn't done anything all day but pace around his office. He tried to be normal around her, but she knew that something was up. Just the fact that she wouldn't allow him to see her when she was the slayer had him pretty upset. He knew that they weren't the same, that the human part of her had once loved him, but it was really hard to separate the two in his mind.
The first thing Giles did when they walked into the hotel was run for the stairs and found a room on the third story of the building. It was a little dirty, and cramped because it was being used for storage but he knew that if he was going to stop himself from killing Cordelia then he needed to get very far away from her. He fell asleep very quickly wishing he had a bottle of scotch to help get rid of his headache.
The two girls decided that it would be best if they stayed in separate rooms. Ok, well Buffy decided and Willow just agreed because she didn't want to be difficult. She knew that they had plenty to talk about, but she had missed Buffy so much, and she had been so worried that she just wanted to take the blonde in her arms and never let go. But she didn't. She kept her silence and she felt like her heart was being ripped out when Buffy walked down the hall after saying a quick goodnight and went into her own room. Willow walked into her room, they would all just have to sleep in either the clothes they were wearing or their underwear, Willow opted for her underwear, knowing that she would be more comfortable.
She and Buffy were walking hand in hand through the cemetery. The fates had definitely worked in their favor. They've been together for three years now, both in their senior year of college. Willow was going to be a computer teacher here in Sunnydale, and Buffy already has a job as a physical fitness instructor at the local gym. It had flexible hours and is easy for her to do, so she took the job. Slaying is going great, and after they closed the hellmouth for good a year and a half ago the town has been real quiet when it comes to demon activity. Except for the occasional vampire or two, which is why their out here tonight.
"Have I told you that I love you?" Buffy asked and looked over at the love of her life with a sly little grin on her face. She was starting to get bored. They couldn't find the vampire anywhere, this being the third cemetery they've been to so far, and she could think of way better things to be doing right now. She didn't really give Willow much time to answer before she stopped and pulled the redhead into a lip bruising kiss. She let her hands roam the other woman's body.
Being surprised by the kiss it took Willow a few seconds to respond, but once she did things only got more heated. They stood there in the middle of the cemetery kissing for what seemed like forever, tongues locked in a passionate battle and Willow thanked all of her lucky stars that she had come to her senses and gotten together with this incredible woman. She pulled back from the kiss first, needing the oxygen that her lungs and brain was lacking. As soon as she pulled back Buffy attacked her throat, leaving strong, but not painful, bite marks, before taking the soft flesh into her mouth and sucking hard, leaving a mark that would remain for a week or two.
They stumbled back behind a tombstone, hiding their bodies from plain sight. Willow pulled Buffy down on top of her and they continued their desperate kisses. Willow just loves it when Buffy is spontaneous like this. Their most recent sexcapade (other then this one happening right now) had been at the movies two days ago. Buffy had slid her hand under Willow's skirt and fingered her right there and it had been hell for the redhead to keep quiet. It turns out that Willow is quite the screamer.
Buffy straddled Willow's waist, gently biting down on the redhead's tongue before releasing it and working her way down her collarbone where she left a very painful looking hickey. She felt Willow's hands on the insides of her thighs and she was so glad that she had decided to wear and loose fitting skirt. She felt Willow hike up said skirt and start an agonizingly slow rhythm on her clit with two fingers. Buffy moaned with pleasure, and slowly started to rock against her lover's talented fingers.
She cried out in a small scream of ecstasy when she felt those magic fingers enter her needy sex. The slow rhythm started to quicken and pace and they both knew that Buffy was close. She looked down into the green eyes that she just loved so much and she whispered an 'I love you so much' before Willow pressed hard on Buffy's G-spot causing the blonde to skyrocket over the edge into a mind blowing orgasm that was screamed out for everyone to hear.
Willow smiled to herself. She loved it when she was able to make Buffy scream. She closed her eyes, feeling her lover's inner walls constricting painfully tight around her fingers. She loved how Buffy's body responded to her and she knew that even though she was on the bottom she held all of the power. Then she felt something wet and warm hit her face. She suddenly realized that Buffy had stopped screaming, and yet more of the warm stuff was splashing onto her face, running down into her hair and her neck. She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion before she opened her eyes, curious as to what was happening.
She looked into Buffy's hazel eyes, wide with pain and fear. Her mouth gaping open and closed as she tried to speak but couldn't. Willow was in shock as she looked behind Buffy and saw the vampire standing behind them, the one that they had been searching for. She couldn't see his face, her vision was blurry from the liquid getting into her eyes. She looked back at Buffy, the love of her life, the only person who she's ever loved and probably ever will. She looked down at the blonde's chest and she screamed out in agony, in shock, in anger, in pain. She heard the demon that had done this start to laugh coldly.
She wanted to badly to reach out and remove the stake from her lover's heart, but she couldn't move. The vampire had snuck up behind them while Buffy was screaming out in ecstasy and driven the wooden stake that had been dropped, into her lover's back, through her heart and the tip could be seen on the other side. The blood was rushing out at a furious rate, spraying Willow, covering her entire face. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak and her voice had left her a couple minutes ago.
"I-I...I l-love y-y-y-you," Buffy whispered before collapsing on her side off of Willow. The redhead sat up, the blood running down to her chest, staining her clothes. She felt the tears but she couldn't hear her sobs, nor was she aware that she was crying as she looked into the cold, cruel eyes of the monster who had done this. The demon they had been hunting for before they engaged in their passionate act of love, with just a splash of lust. She was suddenly standing on her feat, being held up by the demon as he vamped out and looked into her eyes.
"I'm sure you love her too," Angelus said before sinking his fangs deeply into the redhead's throat. Willow felt her life being drained from her. The only thought on her mind as she started to get woozy from the loss of her blood was the her blonde lover who had died right before her very eyes. The only regret she had was waiting too long. They had spent years in fear of the other and because of that they had lost precious time. Now she just wished that she had given Buffy the ring that was in the small black velvet box in her pocket right now. She had put off asking Buffy to marry her and now she would never get to.
"NNNNOOOOOOOOO!" Willow screamed as she bolted upright in the bed. She could feel the tears running down her face, she could still see the image of Buffy, sitting above her, the stake sticking out of her heart, the blood spraying all over her. She could still hear that whispered goodbye. She felt her whole body start to shake and she covered her face with her hands and started to bawl. She was like that for five minutes before she realized that someone was rubbing her back, and whispering into her ear.
"It's ok, it was just a bad dream. I've got you, you're safe," she heard Buffy whisper over and over again. She leaned into the blonde's chest and cried even harder. She placed her hand over the blonde's heart needing to know that she was ok, needing to feel that there was no wood sticking out of her. She started to cry even harder with relief that her slayer was ok. Buffy was ok, all was right with the world.
It took twenty minutes for her to calm down. She had almost gotten sick a couple of times but was able to get herself under control. She refused to talk about what happened in the dream. She didn't want to talk about, she didn't want to think about. All she wanted to do was have Buffy hold her and go back to sleep, snuggled up in the arms of her Buffy. She didn't know if Buffy was willing to do that, however. It had been the blonde who had said it would be better if they stayed in separate rooms.
'Oh well, I guess things change,' she thought as she watched Buffy crawl under the covers and then wrap her arms around her. Willow snuggled into the embrace very closely. There was no space let between their bodies, but they were both fine with that. She used Buffy's shoulder as a pillow, a leg was tossed over the blonde's thighs, and all through the entire night her hand never left the spot over the blonde's heart.
Buffy woke up first. It took her a few minutes to clear the haze of sleepiness out of her head and when she did she realized that she was wrapped up in a warm body. Not just any warm body but Willow's warm body. How does she know that it's Willow's body? Well, for one thing the redhead is talking in her sleep and Buffy would recognize that voice anywhere. And the other thing, Buffy's body always hums whenever the redhead is near. Buffy has decided to call that her Willow-sense, for lack of a better term.
"No, don't want to go. Want stay here...no mister frog...stay away...leave me alone...Buffy's gonna slay you...no! No, not the gumdrop buttons!" she yelled as she sat up straight in the bed. Her breathing was hard and labored. She looked around the strange room, taking a few minutes to remember where she was. She looked down and saw a very amused looking blonde smiling up at her. "What?" she panted and then laid back down. She scooted away from the other girl when she realized how close she had been, and that brought a frown to both of their faces.
"Nothing, you're just cute when you talk in your sleep. Now, exactly what happened to the gumdrop buttons?" Buffy asked only to be hit in the side of the head with a pillow. She resisted the urge to start a pillow fight, knowing what that might lead to. They still needed to talk before Buffy even thought of going there. As much as she wanted to take the redhead into her arms and kiss her, they needed to have a long conversation before they get to that stage. There was a knock on the door and Buffy said a 'come in', and an irritated Giles walked in and said that they need to get going.
Willow got out of the bed, and blushed the same color as her hair when she realized that she had been wrapped around the slayer's body and they had both been in nothing but their underwear. Buffy went back to her room and Willow got dressed. Unfortunately they didn't have any of their bathroom accessories, like a toothbrush and toothpaste or even mouthwash, she they would just have to suffer until they get back to Sunnydale. They said goodbye to Angel, and Cordelia made them promise to call every once in a while to check in.
On the very long car ride home the two women sat in the backseat while Giles drove. They were still really tired and they ended up falling asleep. When he looked in the rearview mirror they were leaning against each other. Willow had her hand above Buffy's heart, and Buffy hand her hand...in an inappropriate place that made Giles blush when he saw. He thought about waking them up but decided against it, a tired slayer is a very grumpy slayer.
He still has his headache from those long car rides with Cordelia talking his ears off. He couldn't wait to get home and sleep in his own bed and drink some scotch to sooth is very worn out nerves. He actually started to speed, only ten miles above the speed limit, he wanted to get home so badly. He could almost taste the rich alcohol now, and he could almost feel him comfortable bed underneath him. He made a promise to himself, one that he would break and he knew it, that if Buffy ever went all primal again he would let Xander and Willow take care of it.
"Girls, wake up, we're back," he said as he pulled into the parking lot at Xander's house. They both woke up with groan's of protest and when he looked in the rearview mirror he saw both of them blushing profusely when they realized where Buffy's hand had been only seconds before. They knocked on the front door of the Harris household and where let in by Xander's mom. Buffy knocked once on the door to the basement before just opening the door and walking down there. As soon as she was off of the steps and standing on solid ground Xander enveloped her in a huge hug. She hugged him back and told him that she was ok now, and then she looked over to see a sight that she never in a million lifetimes thought that she would see. Giles had embraced Anya in a very tight hug and he was openly weeping, saying how much he preferred her over the (and I quote) vial creature known as Cordelia Chase.
Xander gave the two college co-eds a ride back to their dorm before dropping Giles off at his place. They walked into their dorm in silence, knowing that they needed to get this conversation over but not sure where to start. They decided that a nice long shower was in order (in separate stalls) and they went off to the bathroom. Thirty minutes later they were back in their room and dressed in sweats, wanting to be as comfortable as possible. They each sat on their own bed, facing each other, but nothing looking directly at the person in front of them. They were trying to come up with something to say, trying to figure out how to fix this situation they were in. Willow spoke first.
"Look, Buffy. I know that I rejected you before. How could we forget? And I just want to say that I'm really, really sorry. You deserve so much better then that. You deserve so much better then me. You can have anyone you want, I don't understand why you're wasting your time on me. I'm not that big a deal, just little mousy Willow. You deserve way-" she was silenced by Buffy's lips on hers. The kiss was gentle, and loving and in Willow's opinion way too short. When the blonde pulled back Willow was staring into hazel eyes that had tears in them. She saw that Buffy was sitting next to her, almost completely in her lap.
"Willow, I'm never going to get any better then you. You're the only one for me, I've always known that. You know how when we're little we create this perfect person inside of our minds and we grow up searching for that person?" she asked and Willow nodded her head. She took a deep breath before she continued. "Well, you're my fairy tale Willow. You're everything I could ever want and so much more. You've been so loyal to me for so long. No one asked you to stay, but you did. Even when it got really bad you were still there for me. Will, I love you." Willow wasn't too sure how to respond to that. She needed some time to think. Buffy's words had been very...sappily romantic and she wasn't sure what she should say. She knew that too much time had passed and the blonde was expecting some sort of reply by the furrowed eyebrows. So, Willow leaned in and placed a soft kiss on lips that she had been waiting for too long to kiss.
"I love you more then you'll ever know," she whispered and she and Buffy kissed again. It started out soft and sweet, but soon they were locked in a fierce battle for dominance. They had been waiting so long for this moment and now that it was here they weren't going to waste any time. When Buffy pulled away from the strawberry tasting mouth she lifted off her shirt and watched as beautiful green eyes drank in the sight before them. She slowly stripped off the rest of her clothes and she smiled when Willow did the same.
They pulled the covers down to the end of the bed and laid down next to each other, lying on their sides so they were face to face. They looked deeply into each other's eyes, finding what they were looking for. They couldn't help but break out in huge cheeky grins when it finally hit them that they were finally going to do this. They started off with slow, sensual kisses that quickly grew into unadulterated need. Buffy gently pushed Willow onto her back and laid on top of her, making sure to rest most of her weight on her elbows.
They both moaned when Buffy's thigh brushed against Willow's throbbing sex. Buffy looked into Willow's eyes, both girls panting. She slowly leaned down and started placing gentle kisses on Willow's neck. As if on their own, Willow's legs spread further and further apart, allowing Buffy full access to her most private part. But Buffy was taking her time, and Willow was starting to get a little frustrated. She pushed her hips up, rubbing her sex against Buffy in a silent plea for the blonde to hurry up.
"Patience my love," Buffy said and kissed Willow's collarbone. She started to slowly work her way down. She wanted to remember everything, every freckle, every scar, every birthmark, every curve, everything Willow. The redhead arched her back upwards and hissed in a breath as if in pain when Buffy started to suck on one of her hardened nipples. Her hips were moving on their own now, pleading for attention. Buffy let go of Willow's breasts and placed a soft kiss on the witch's lips. As the kiss deepened she un-expectantly entered Willow with two fingers. She swallowed the moan in pleasure and the two quickly started a slow rhythm.
"I love you," Willow said for the second time that night. She winced in pleasure when Buffy's thumb found her throbbing needy clit and started a circular motion. That's all that was needed to push her over the edge and Buffy was right there waiting to swallow every moan, every scream, every pant. It was like she was trying to breath in Willow, take everything the redhead had to offer. 'God she's so beautiful,' Buffy thought and placed a small kiss on Willow's neck. She slowly took the warm, now slightly salty, flesh into her mouth and left a little mark. As she did this her slayer side and her human side thought the same thing/-My Willow-/.
When Willow came down from her high she was wrapped up in the arms of her love. She knew that it didn't get any better then this. She wished she could freeze time in this exact moment. She wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped up in the emotions coursing through her body, stay wrapped up in the secure safe feeling that she gets whenever she's around Buffy. She started to kiss the blonde, desperately, as if her very life depended on it. She softly dragged her fingernails on the inside of Buffy's thigh, attaining a loud moan for her efforts. She entered Buffy and quickly started up a fast and hard rhythm. Buffy met her for every thrust and if they had been paying any attention they would have heard the headboard smacking against the wall loud enough to wake their neighbors. But neither of them cared.
When Buffy finally came Willow thought she was going to cry the blonde looked so beautiful. She knew right then that she was going to spend the rest of her life trying to make the blonde, her blonde, happy and secure. All they needed was each other, and Willow was going to make sure that she spent the rest of her days giving herself to the slayer. There would never be any expectations of any kind, just the thought of giving herself away, allowing herself to be completely taken over made Willow know that this was going to work. She would give herself to her slayer and her slayer would take her, and love her and make her happy.
"I love you so much," Buffy said and nuzzled Willow's neck, purring loudly. Willow reached down and pulled the covers over them. They wrapped themselves in each other's arms and got comfortable. They laid there in comfortable silence, reflecting on the last couple of days. Either could really believe that this was real. In the back of their minds they thought that it was all just a weird dream and soon they would wake up and none of this would have happened. But when they realized that this was real, and there would be no waking up from this the smiled really wide. Willow rested her head on Buffy's shoulder and gave the skin beneath her mouth a little kiss.
"I love you," she whispered low enough that if it weren't for slayer hearing then the blonde wouldn't have heard it at all. They slowly drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. After everything that's happened they would need at least a week to recover. Most of it lost sleep because of the whole 'primal Buffy' thing but the rest of it just getting used to these new feelings that they invoked in each other. Before unconscious completely took them over they were both thinking the exact same thing: I can't believe how lucky I am.
|< Précédent||Suivant >|