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Title: Tireseus Chapter: Two/Three Rating: PG-16 Pairing: Willow/Buffy Timeline: This is Angel becomes Angelus and goes all grr. Beta Readers: Scotty Welles Shadow Mage Summary: A spell sends Willow's life spiraling out of control, and no matter what she does things only get more and more complicated. Disclaimer: So not mine <><><><><><><> He quietly went downstairs, hoping that Buffy would be too worn out to hear him. After the last few hours he needed sometime to himself. He just couldn't concentrate around her. It was disturbing to have the feelings she'd so desperately tried to deny force their way to the surface, and she wasn't even sure what those feelings were. 'I'm a bad, bad, evil person. I slept with my best friend. I let my hormones control me.' He covered his face with his hands. 'But was it really my hormones? Or just this body's...?' His heart kept aching with every thought of the blonde Slayer, and when he actually saw her... It was almost painful. Then of course there was his stomach, doing all kinds of acrobatics inside him, and when they'd kissed that first time, a warm tingling had invaded his body. 'If I didn't know any better I'd swear I was in love with her...' His smile faded off his face as he ran over his feelings again. 'Oh, goddess forgive me, I am.' Oh, she was a bad, bad person. She... HE'd betrayed his only female friend. Oh, she was soooo going to hell. The only question was what did she do now? Or he. Whatever. He walked into the kitchen, reflecting that he now knew what Xander went through all the time. A growing teenage boy's developing libido was a serious matter. He grabbed an apple, pausing to look around. He had the strangest feeling that something was off. He shrugged and took a large bite of the apple, the juice running down his chin. Sharp pain shot through his back, forcing him off balance. He tried to grab the table, but his juice covered hands slipped free, sending him head first into the table. A powerful presence behind him took hold of him... "Hey. Rasputin, over here." Buffy's smirk faded as the older man disappeared. The presence vanished, retreating from the sight of witnesses. He moaned pitifully as Buffy kneeled over him. What was it with Slayers and timing? Why couldn't she have waited another minute? His job was to get captured, not rescued. "Are you okay?" He nodded, reluctantly letting her help him. "What happened?" "I'm not sure but we're going to find out." The determined tone in Buffy's tone told him one thing. His assignment had just become harder. <><><><><><><> He half-heartedly fought against the Slayer as she dragged him into the library. The early Saturday morning rays were lighting the two-story library, making his already sleep-blurred eyes wince. "What took you so long?" Xander swallowed the bite of doughnut, glaring at the Slayer. "So, do you mind telling us just why you dragged us all out of our warm beds at such an ungodly hour?" "Oh my god, what happened to you?" He grinned uneasy as Cordy raced over to him, gently checking the bump on his forehead, totally oblivious to the jealous glare that Buffy was giving her. "Will was attacked last night," Buffy replied. He frowned slightly at Jenny Calendar coming out of Giles' office, the confused look on her face was setting off alarms. The dark haired teacher stopped a few feet from him. "Willo..." He grabbed her arm and pulled her out into the hall. "William," he hissed. "Name's William, okay?" She shook her head, unfooled. "Willow, what happened to you?" "It's a long story, just please promise me that you won't tell them." Jenny pursed her lips together and nodded tightly. "Fine, but you are going to tell me everything. Now." "Uh, everything?" "Ev-er-y-thing," she enunciated clearly. <><><><><><><> "What about the others? They're expecting me to help with the research. In fact, we should probably go back right now." He popped up from the living room couch, preparing to make a dash for the front door. "Willow, sit down." He automatically plopped back down next to Miss Calendar. "How did you know it was me?" "For one thing, I could sense your aura. Secondly, if I didn't know better, you could be Willow's fraternal twin. Now, I believe you have some explaining to do." "Oh, well, see, these two Watchers showed up at my house..." "What Watchers?" "They didn't tell me their names, but this one guy had this tatto on the side of his neck, like a horned goat or something. They said that this demon was killing teenage boys, and they wanted me to go undercover." Jenny frowned at him. "Why would they want to use you?" "They said something about my having abnormally strong latent powers, and that it would lure the demon to me." Jenny stood and moved to the long line of bookshelves built into the wall, her finger tracing each book, mumbling under her breath. Half way down the ancient looking shelves she pulled a large, dark green, leather-bound book out. She absently walked back to the sofa, while rapidly flipping through it. "The only reason that adolescent males would be needed," she reason aloud, "would be for the transference ceremony." "But they said..." He trailed off, trying to remember specifics of the men who'd showed up. They'd known all the correct information about the scoobies. Who was who, what they did, how much each of them were needed. But when it came to the Slayer, they had been coming off as though they were proud of her. A Slayer that disobeyed the Council's orders, who had a group of mortals helping her, who was also getting help from a vampire. "They weren't Watchers...?" "No, they were probably members of a satanic cult. They need the transference ceremonies to drain the magical properties from males going through puberty. Females are no good to them, because of the inherent yin qualities, as opposed to the male yang." "You make it sound like they're some kind of vampires." "They are, in a way. Most of them don't have true powers, they depend on the ceremony to get the powers they need." Will groaned into his hands. "And I fell right into their trap." Jenny rubbed his back. "You didn't know. What you did was one of the most unselfish acts I can think of. I can't think of much that would make me agree to be trapped in a male form, and all the macho crap that comes with it." She paused. "Although there are a few days a month when...well, let's not get into that. Now, we better tell the other so that..." "NO!! Miss Calendar, you can't! You promised!" "We need their help if we're going to stop all this." "I know, but if they found out I was really..." He wanted to die at the thought of Buffy learning who she really was, after what they'd done together... Jenny stared down into his eyes and sighed. "All right, why can't I tell them?" Will ducked his head, trying to control the deep blush that engulfed his face and neck. "IsortafellinlovewithBuffyandweaccidentallyslepttogether." Jenny collapsed back onto the couch, gaping slightly at the painfully shy young man. "Oh, Willow, you didn't?" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but you can't just tell them. Please, Miss Calendar?" She sighed heavily. "All right, on two conditions." "Anything." "First, you agree to let me begin teaching you how to control your powers. The male form focuses them differently than the female, same reason only boys are targeted." He nodded. Discovering the different centers of gravity in this form had given him new appreciation for the necessary adjustments. "Okay." "Second, we tell Giles. We'll need his wisdom and guidance to deal with the cult, and you can trust his discretion with the...other matter." He gulped. "Yeah, he'll be cool about it. He'll be calm..." <><><><><><><> "YOU WHAT...?!!" He quickly ducked behind Jenny's back, trembling slightly from the anger radiating from her mentor. "I didn't mean to. I was only trying to help." "If you'd simply come to me to begin with, none of this would've happened." Giles jerked off his glasses and began to wipe them. "Actually, it would've happened anyway. These men have targeted Willow, since the others probably weren't strong enough to work in the ceremony. Even if Willow had refused, they still would've cast the spell on her, so that they could use her." Giles stared hard at Jenny, his eyes flashing in frustration. "And you're saying that Willow is..." "Yes." "And just how, may I ask, do you know this?" Jenny dropped her gaze briefly before meeting his intense gaze. "I'm from the gypsy tribe that cursed Angelus. I've known for a while how strong Willow was." "Y-you're..." Giles sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Just how strong is she?" "Strong enough to be a part of my tribe." "Oh dear." Giles pinched his nose, mumbling to himself. "Very well, we'll need to inform the others, so that we can correct this mess." "I'm afraid that's going to be a problem." "What now?" Oh boy, here came the really embarrassing part... Jenny chuckled slightly. "It seems Willow has been, ah, playing 'Romeo' with Buffy." Will braced himself for another explosion, but after a long, long silence, Giles simply took off his glasses, rubbed at his eyes, and muttered, "These horny teenagers will be the death of me..." <><><><><><><> He felt guilty. No, he felt like he should be damned for all eternity. His one favorite part of his personality was that he was a good person, one who just didn't give into temptation. Except for a few hours ago, when he'd...no, let's be honest, SHE'd made love to the only woman to befriend her, and worse, she'd loved every second of it. There was a connection between them that had been there when he was a 'she', but now it was even stronger, drawing her to her friend with an intensity that scared her. But none of it really mattered. In a few weeks, he'd go back to being plain old Willow, best friend. Buffy would be none the wiser. And these feelings would go away when she got her old familiar body back. Wouldn't they...? Things were just so complicated, and she hadn't even figured out what she was going to do now. The hairs on his neck stood up, it felt like someone was trying to use their eyes to drill into him. He swallowed and subtly began to glance around himself, keeping up his slow pace. His eyes paused for a second, then dropped back to the ground. In the shadows across the street was a man with white hair and gold eyes that glowed dimly, just enough for him to see them. From the sides of his eyes he could see the man moving across the street, a long, metal, detailed staff in his right hand. As the man drew nearer, Will was certain he could sense something dark radiating from the staff like the rumblings of a storm cloud. He struggled to remain conscious, but the blackness had already begun to settle over his mind... <><><><><><><> Jenny was tired. Giles had been very unhappy with her over keeping her identity secret. He'd been even more unhappy when she'd told him about the 'happiness' clause in the curse, but he'd been downright shocked and saddened when he'd found about Buffy and Willow. The blonde Slayer had been so ecstatic in the last two days. Her performance had improved greatly, and she was lighthearted in general. Both adults knew that the truth would come as a terrible blow to her, but they couldn't afford to deal with her heartbreak and depression under the current circumstances. They'd both agreed that, for the time being, they would allow Willow to keep this a secret, though they both believed that Buffy needed to know the truth. Sooner or later. She sped up as she approached Willow's block, having decided that the young man should stay with her until this whole thing was over. That, of course, required some discretion, as a student living with a teacher of the opposite sex was pure scandal-fodder at the best of times. But desperate times called for desperate measures. She turned left, and nearly slammed on her brakes as she spotted the elder man picking Willow up. She slowed down, turning off her headlights. The man didn't seem to notice her as he climbed into a black van that was parked nearby. She slammed her foot onto the gas pedal to follow the van racing off. With her free hand, she quickly dialed Giles' number on her car phone. 'Come on, pick up...' <><><><><><><> Buffy was almost giddy as she sneaked into Willow's house, clutching her overnight sack to her body. She couldn't believe any of this was happening. The minute she'd meet Will, she felt an intimate connection to him that was so strong that it was impossible for her to fight. Then again, she didn't want to fight it. She silently opened the bedroom door, and entered the dark room, her eyes running over the nude man, now asleep. He was so beautiful in her eyes. Lean, pale body... Unmoving... " I signed the release waiver, so feel free to put things in my slot anytime." - Charles Angels. Odo: Madam Ambassodor, I'm not like you. Every sixteen hours I revert to a liqiud. Lwaxana Troi: I can swim. - DS9: The Forsaken. Aeris Jade Orion list mommy: erslash@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx erslash-adult@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx AIM: Aeris Jade ICQ: 51496263 AT&T/Pow-Wow: Jade Pow-Wow Community: Orion Web Site: http://members.fortunecity.com/aerissword/Index.html |