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Title: Der Weidedämon (3/?)
Author: Shadowlander Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx – or – Tankesly@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer; they are used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended. Archive: The usual places, all others ask first. Pairing: Spike/Willow/Faith Rating: PG-17 Notes: This is for Ari and Karina, who are trying they damnedest not to have me sound like a complete idiot inmy native language. Damn computer gremlins keep moving text around on me. Der Weidedämon (3/?)
As most of the Scooby Gang gathered around the makeshift altar
to
get a look at their friend, Wesley moved over to the sprawled form of Ethan Rayne. Taking a moment to check for a pulse, he noted his Slayer’s work with a touch of pride. Only Faith would hit someone below the beltthen kick them in the head, recalling the last time she had done such a maneuver during the graduation ceremony. Although why she had decked the principal was still a bit of a puzzle to him. Granted while Snyder could have been classified as a demon, if you used the Xander Harris Demon Classification system, he still didn’t see the need to attack the annoying little trollkin. Of course Wesley had decided years ago not to ask too many questions about his Slayer, some things he was just happier not knowing. Like how Faith’s bank account suddenly gained several thousands dollars right after the mayor-snake got blown into little pieces. Once satisfied that Rayne would indeed live, even though he would regain consciousness withthe world’s worst headache, Wesley turned his attention to an old book laying not far from the alter. "Giles," He said raising to his feet and turning toward the other former Watcher. "Does this look familiar?" He questioned, flipping through the ancient text with a frown. Something was tugging at the back of his mind, telling him that the book was important, in fact quite dangerous in the wrong hands. Stepping over to the younger man, Giles accepts the book with
a
frown of his own. After a few moments, "Dear god, man. What where you doing?" He says himself, wondering if his old friend had taken leave ofall of his senses after all, and not just the hundred or so brain cells he had originally thought Ethan had lost in their misspent youth. Closing the book, Giles makes a quick decision. They needed to research the book, there was no telling what spell Ethan had been attempting. Even if they did there may not even be a way to reverse it. "We need to get out of here." He said getting everyone’s attention. "Angel, if you don’t mind taking charge of Ethan," he continued his mind all ready going into research mode. "Hey why is deadboy bringing him along!"? Xander demanded
after a
moment finally tearing his eyes away from the sight of his best friend lying on the altar. He had been silently entertaining thoughts of feeding Ethan to that bog-beast that was passing through town – the one that had slimmed Agent Finn and all his little commando buddies last week in front of most of the Scooby Gang. Xander just wished he’d had a camcorder at the time, the look on the commandos faces when their little ray guns only seemed to annoy the bog-beast as it slimmed the lot of them, was classic. He had never laughed so hard in his life, especially after Clarence the bog-beast just turned on his heel and departed into the night whistlinga happy little tune. Hoisting Ethan over his shoulder, "He’s going to tell us
exactly what he
did to Willow." Angel vowed, nodding briefly to Wesley and Giles, before heading for the surface. "Even if I have to beat it out of him." He added lowly, feeling his demon moving toward the surface, eager for the fun to begin. A part of him, the part that felt remorse and had a conscience, was strangely not voicing any objections to the acts of torture his demon half was all ready envisioning. Then it occurred to him that for the first time in countless decades, his soul and demon were actually in agreement. Angel wasn’t sure if he should be glad that his two halves had finally found some kind of common ground, or terrified that such an event had actually occurred. Granted his demon and soul had radically different reasons for wanting to inflect massive amounts of pain on the person of Ethan Rayne over a long period of time. The demon annoyed that Rayne had touched someone that ‘he’ had made long term plans for. Plans that included turning and molding Willow into a vicious vampire to help run his little empire he was planning to build over the hellmouth. While his soul was enraged that Rayne had kidnapped and beaten someone ‘he’ thought of as a younger sibling. Eitherway, both halves were screaming for Ethan’s blood. Shrugging off his trademark duster, Spike carefully wrapped
Willow in
it, before picking her up and wordlessly following his sire out of the old lair. He could feel his own demon thrashing about inside of him, demanding the head of the worthless mortal that dared to touch ‘his’ Red. ‘She’s mine!’ the demon fumed. ‘Mine to punish and bruise, as I see fit…not some lowly human.’ Pushing down his rage as the pounding in his head increased, Spike shifted his dark musings to other things. Like finally being able to get Red into his bed, where she belonged. Because there was no way in Sunnyhell he was going to allow her out of his sight anytime soon, not until he was sure she was under his full protection and that wouldn’t happen until the chip was removed. Red would be moving into the Kelly Street mansion with him, he decided firmly. Granted a bit sooner then he had originally planned and under different circumstances, but she would be where he could properly look after her. "He’s up to something." Faith dryly noted before following the retreating vampires. She didn’t like the look of possession Spike had been giving Willow, not one little bit. ‘May have to do something about that,’ she said to herself. "You THINK!" Cordelia commented, putting her prized water gun back in her purse, and joining the rest of the little group headingfor the surface. Taking one last look around the old lair, a place she had
hoped to
never see again, Buffy Summers let out a tired sigh and joinedthe others. The events of the last few hours weighing heavily on her mind, even before Giles rang to meet him back at his flat, she had been out looking for Willow. It wasn’t like her roommate to miss class, hell as long as she has known Willow, she had never once missed or cut class. It was one of those annoying little quarks in Willow’s personality that really got on her nerves. Well that and the redhead’s ability to understand Wesley and Giles when they go into their "Watcher speak". Which tended to totally confuse the hell out of all those who had not had an incredibly boring childhood, or where the offspring of Watchers to begin with. In Buffy’s opinion, there was just something totally wrong with Watchers being allowed to reproduce…it just seemed unnatural somehow. Later – Kelly Street Mansion
Willow drifted toward consciousness as Spike carefully placed
her on
the couch in the main room, he had refused to allow anyone else to hold or carry her from the moment he first picked her up back in the lair. Not wanting the Watcher or the Slayer to get any ideas about taking Red away from him. With a low, animal-like groan she opens her eyes only to find herself staring into a strange face. Xander was leaning over the back of the couch; reluctant to
let Willow
out of his sight while Spike was so close to her, when she opened her eyes. His moment of joy was cut short however, as Willow jerked away from his smiling face and scrambled off the couch as fast as she could toward Cordelia’s waiting arms. Cordelia held the trembling form in her arms, trying to calm the redhead down. As long as she had known Willow Rosenberg, never once had she seen that type of reaction out of her toward Xander. "Shhh, its all right," she cooed gently rocking the figure that seemed like it was trying to curl itself into her body. Exchanging confused looks with one another, each tryingto
figure out
just what the hell was going on with their friend. They could only stand there in stunned silence as the little drama plays out in front of them. Sharing a look with her fellow Slayer, Faith makes the first move, determined to get to the bottom of this whole weird little mess that surrounds the shy hacker. Crouching down in front of Cordelia and tentatively reaching out, she pushes down the jealousy threatening to overwhelm her at seeing Willow in Cordelia’s arms. That annoying little voice in the back of her head, the one that shares a room with her "inner Slayer voice" – which was just as annoying – growling that Cordelia had no right to be comforting Red like that. "Hey Red, it’s all right, you’re safe now."Faith said putting
a
comforting hand on Willow’s shoulder. Giving a reassuring smile, which on the dark Slayer doesn’t always have the intended effect, as the redhead turned to regard her with eyes that seemed to glow from within as they bore into Faith’s own dark ones. For one fleeting moment she could have sworn that she saw Willow’s normally green eyes flash red before returning to their rightful colour. Little knowing that at the exact same moment her own eyes flashed the same colour. However, she did notice something else, almost equaling important about the redhead. "What the…" she said in a near whisper, watching in disbelief as the cuts and bruises begin to close and fade before her eyes. Faith had little time to dwell on this new development as
Willow
climbed out of Cordelia’s arms into her own. ‘Did she just purr?’ the dark-haired Slayer asked herself, once Willow had settled herself into a comfortable position. End Part 3.
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