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Author: Ivy Gort Spoilers: Centered in Second Season, some season 7 plot points. Disclaimer: I do not ownthese characters; I?m just abusing them for pleasure. Summary: After being beaten by a nearly invincible Spike, Buffy discovers more about her Slayer aspect and where it really did come from. Dedication: Mad Hamlet is no longer on the list so I think its safe to say this, he is my hero. Nothing I will ever write will beclose to his brilliance, but I?m going to keep trying and maybe, someday, I?ll make it. Finding The Slayer Part One She took a shot to the head and she could feel the blood spraying out of her mouth. She was thankful that none of herteeth were shattered from the blow. Still, she was stunned, still on her feet but very, very stunned. Helpless to stop the next blow, as she watched in fascination as Spike round-up like they did in the old time western to deliver what was sure to be the knock out punch. She watched as it flew towards her, and then felt it connect with the side of her face, snapping her head back, and causing her to fall bonelessly to the ground. Any energy and the will to fight draining out of her like the blood pouring from the inside of her mouth onto the cold ground. ?Finish her my Darling; we only need the blood from her still beating heart, not her!? Drucilla, it had to be her. She had the strength to move her head to the side, so she could watch Spike pull his leg back and kick her in the ribs, then stomach, and the back, surprisingly there was little pain. ?Ignis Inciende!? She could hear the half-cry, half-command, but her eyes were becoming so swollen she could only make out the barest hint of a familiar figure suddenly being back lighted by two human size torches. ?Willow?.? ?Hurry, Xander! That will only keep them busy for a few minutes?Achilles Elixir they took makes them nearly invincible!? The pain thathad been remotely distant flared forth with fiery agony when two hands grabbed her and lifted her into two arms. A dagger felt like it had been thrust into her back and then pulled all the way downher spine, as the blood that had been conveniently pooling on the ground began to tickle down her throat causing her to choke. She felt a pop in her chest and then what felt like another dagger stab directly into her heart making it nearly impossible to breathe?. Pain burning its way through her?unable to open swollen eyes, she felt strangehands touching her, and she knew Spike had come back. ?Grab her hands, fast, if she pulls out that chest tube,? The Hands trying to hold her down, trying to kill her! Fight! She didn?t want to die; she didn?t want to die like this?. Not before she had the chance to tell her, to tell her the truth! ?God she?s too strong, no, no sedation, it could kill her!? Her foot connected with something soft and she heard the crunch of a bone breaking. ?Damn it, hold her! Oh, Hell!? a shout, ?Barbara get John to a gurney his arm looks broke?shattered.? ?Alright, alright, damn it to Hell I wanted to save this one, 10 units of?.? ?Somnus.? The word reached into her mind, Willow. Trust, love, and something more. Willow, she was safe, she could stop fighting, she could sleep?. XXXXX ?Miss Summers, Buffy?? She could hear a voice, it seemed like it was from far away. ?Buffy,
we need you to wake up now.? Why
does she have to wake-up she was having such a nice dream. Something with
?Buffy,
you need to wake-up.? It was so hot that she couldn?t breathe, couldn?t catch her breath! No, something was blocking her throat. She tried to reach up to pull it out so she?d stop choking; only her hands were tied down. Why were her hands tied?Spike! Spike has Willow! She pulled with all her strength and felt one of her arms become free and that?s when she realized that she couldn?t see. ?Sedate her fast!? a strange voice yelled as hands grabbed onto her free hand trying to restrain her. ?Buffy, you?re safe!? Willow? And then she felt a small hand touch her face, felt the calm love wash over her. ?That?s right Buffy, settle down, let the drugs work?.? The Slayer was free. Diana?s moon was peeking at her from between the trees as she ran through them. The nighttime forest her home, the soft wind bringing the scent she craved as much as the hunt, as much as life. Tonight she would find her. The slayer opened her mouth so she could catch all the scents and smells around her. She felt rather than heard the rabbit hiding in thicket by Grandmother Oak. The Wild Woman sensed the snake readying to drop down on her from the Cypress Tree, she didn?t have time tonight to play their game, so she detoured around Father Pine. Waving at Mr. Snake as she flew pass, as fast as her feet would carry her. The Slayer was free and she could feel everything. The way the trees breathed at night, the intake of their breath, just like her?s at the moment. The Slayer paused in her search for her prey, only tonight it wasn?t her normal prey. Tonight she would find her true mate. Her love; they were already as old as the trees, having lost each other, only they always found each other again. Her mate took many forms, but they were always the same. A small light appeared above her. Weaving in and out of the trees, begging the slayer to follow. Her mate was inpatient! But so was she! It had been so long, solong since the hunter had lain with her love. The light circled her once and flew off, the slayer started to pursue and in before Diana?s moon could move more than an inch in the sky above, her love was found. Her guide light happily joined the other Fairy lights dancing with her naked soul mate in a small protected glade. The Slayer knew this was a glade out of time, in another place; thiswas the only safe place for them to meet. Her love?s alabaster skin seemed to be glowing from within, as her fiery hairdanced around her with a life of its own. The sight was so strikingly beautiful that the Slayer?s breath was sundered from her body and she thought she would die. No person alive had the right to view this woman; she should be struck down for daring to love her. The guide light seemed to sense her reluctance and separated itself from the dizzying dance to go back to the Slayer. It buzzed around herhead, and then, when she didn?t move it dashed to the vision in the glade. As the light approached the woman turned towards the slayer opening her arms in welcome?. ?Miss Summers? Can you open your eyes?? She heard waking up. The heat was gone, but she was still so weak. ?That?s right, some of the swelling is down, try to open them.? ?Willow?? Buffy was able to croak out, her voice the barest whisper. ?She had to leave to get some rest; she?d been here for the entire time.? Buffy could see a white blur and was immediately assaulted by the smell of blood and urine. A hospital. Not the fragrant glade. Not her love waiting forher. TBC |