Slayer Forever
By
Steven Williams
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for an
exceptional amount of debt for a man my age.
Note: This was written as a response to a
challenge I saw here a couple of day’s ago. I accidentally erased it so
I’m not sure if this meets all the requirements, if not Mea
Culpa.Tell me
what you think.
Back
Story : I’m gonna mess with cannon for both stories here so pay
attention. Firstly Highlander: Season 6 didn’t happen, and Duncan never
killed Richie.
BtVS:
Buffy died at the hands of the master, and became immortal, but no one
thought anything of it cause Xander performed CPR. Then we follow canon
until Becoming part 2 where Willow was killed by Angelus minions whenthey
attacked the library. Buffy killed Angelus, and stopped Acathla, but never
left town, planning to attend Willow’s funeral before leaving. Because
Willow has now become immortal, Buffy never ends up leaving. The two
notice the Buzz, but not being able to find a source just learn to ignore
it. Again we follow canon until the point where the story starts which is
about 2 months after The Body.
Since
when do vampires use guns, Willow asked herself as she watched the barrel
of the gun loom towards her like a tunnel, seeming from her perspective to
be large enough for a canon ball to be fired out of. Then, just as the
vamp was pulling the trigger she saw Tara jump in front of the vampire,
her body jerking as the bullet hit.
“No!”
she screamed, scrambling to take her girlfriend in her arms, not even
looking up as the vampire disappeared in a cloud of dust when Buffy staked
him. She held her girlfriend tightly, kissing her, telling her that she
was going to be ok.
“Willow” Tara rasped, a smile on her face
as the light went out of her eyes.
“Oh
God, Tara?” Buffy whispered looking at the her best friend’s lover, dead
in her arms.
*****
Three
weeks later
“It’s
not fair.” Willow wailed into Buffy’s shoulder, which was where she was
crying. The two girls were sitting in Buffy’s living room, each helping
the other through the dark times. “I loved her, and now she’s
dead.”
“She
may be gone, but part of her will live as long as someone loves and
remembers her.” Buffy said, “I refuse to believe that my mother is gone. I
feel her all the time, feel her love for me, her spirit watching overme.
Same as I feel Angel, or Ms. Calender.”
“But
I want her to be alive, I want to hold her in my arms, to kiss her lips,
to see her smile…” Willow began to sob again.
“I
know Will, but you can’t. I’m sorry but there’s nothing I can do to bring
her back. All I can do is be here, hold you, and tell you it’s going to be
OK.” Buffy said gently stroking Willow’s red hair.
*****
Two
months later
Willow gently pressed her lips to
Buffy’s, hoping that her best friend wouldn’t freak. They we’rein the
living room, watching Dogma, and laughing when the urge to kiss Buffy
became unbearable to the redhead.
“Willow?” Buffy asked hesitantly when the
kiss ended. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you, silly” the witchreplied a
genuine smile on her face.
“Yeah
I got that part, but maybe we should talk about this, cause I’m notsure
that we’re on the same page here.” Buffy said. “Plus we’re inthe living
room and Dawn should be home any minute.”
“Fine
let’s go to my room” Willow said. She’d been unable to face thedorm, with
all it’s ghosts after Tara’s death, so she’d moved in with Buffy and Dawn,
taking Buffy’s room after the blonde moved into the master bedroom.
After
the girls closed themselves in Willow’s bedroom, the silence dragged on,
until Willow again kissed the slayer.
“Stop
that!” Buffy said with a laugh. “Willow I need to know that this isn’t
some sort of transference thing.” Buffy said putting her psyche class to
good use. “ I need to know that it’s me you’re kissing, and notjust a
replacement for Tara. Cause I love you, I always have, and recently these
feelings have taken on a new dimension. I’m falling in love with you, and
I want you to love me too. Love Buffy.”
“I do
love you Buffy.” Willow said looking the blonde in the eyes, striving to
convince her that she meant what she said.
The
two women slowly drifted together in a long slow kiss, neither hurrying to
take the next step. Finally the need for oxygen asserted itself and their
lips parted. Then Buffy stood up, and took a step away from the redhead.
‘Oh
Goddess, I’ve pushed too far’ Willow thought, a look of shame andsorrow
on her face.
Seeing the look on her best friend’s
face, Buffy hurried to explain “Willow, don’t worry. It’s nothing you’ve
done. I just always promised myself that I’d never make love to someone I
hadn’t been on a date with, that I’d never be that kind of
girl.”
“Buffy, I know that you’re notthat kind
of girl.” Willow interjected.
“Yes,
but if I stay in your bedroom, kissing you, I’m not sure if I can stop
myself, so I’ll go get dressed, cause we’re going out for the
evening.”
“We’re going out?” Willow asked her mind
still lagging behind the conversation.
“Yes,
Dinner, Dancing, does any of this ring a bell? We’re going on a date.”
Buffy said as she spun and walked out of the room.
*****
Three
months later
“Damn, this job didn’t seem tobe so hard
when mom was doing it.” Buffy muttered to herself sitting in the office of
the gallery trying to figure out the paperwork. “Of course Mom didn’t have
to go to school, slay, run the gallery.”
Buffy
had made it her habit to come to the gallery during the night a couple
times a week, to check that her employees were keeping the place running
smoothly. Plus she secretly liked spending the time in her mother’s
office, which was still exactly the same, it allowed her to forget some of
her problems, and bask in her mother’s presence.
Suddenly she got that strange feeling
she’d gotten around Willow since the day she sent Angelous to
hell.
“Will?” She said walking out into the
gallery proper. “Will?” this time a bit worried. She focused her slayer
enhanced senses on the room seeking to find the source of the noises she
was hearing.
Suddenly she saw a woman step out from
behind a post, carrying a sword. She was about 5 foot 10, with what looked
in the darkened gallery to be platinum blond hair.
“I’m
Amanda, and I have no quarrel with you.” She said.
“You’re breaking in to my gallery, so I’d
say that we do have a quarrel. I’m going to have to knock you out, then
call the police.” Buffy said, not the least bit scared.
“You
don’t know what you are do you?” the stranger asked. “Ok, I’mAmanda and
as hard as this is to believe you’re immortal.”
TBC?