FIC: Der Weidedämon (4/?)

["Shadowlander" <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Der Weidedämon (4/?)
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.
Pairing: S/W/F
Rating: PG-17
Archive: The usual places; all others ask first.
Note: This is for Kimber who has waited patiently for her shower scene only making 
minor threats
against my Playstation if I didn't get back to writing. ;) 

Der Weidedämon (4/?)

 

"We need to get her cleaned up," Faith said after a moment, shifting the redhead in her 
arms as she stood. "Blondie where's the bathroom?" She questioned a scowling Spike, a 
look of eternal disgust firm on the vampire's face. 

"Upstairs fourth door on the left," Spike grunted, trying to appear unconcerned about the 
recent turn of events. All the while, his demon screaming to kill the lot of them, mind 
shattering headache be damned. This was his home, damn it, the one place in Sunnyhell 
he wasn't reminded of the demon he once was, thanks to that bloody chip in his head, or 
have to put up with the slayer twit and the moron. Now Watchers, Slayers and his blasted 
sire had overrun his safe haven, there was truly no justice in the universe, he decided with 
a scowl. "Here, let me help you get her cleaned up," he said, an evil little grin forming on 
his face. 'This is the perfect time to see what my little Red is going to look like once 
she's mine,' he said to himself, as he started to follow Faith up the stairs Cordelia not far 
behind her. Visions of a naked Willow at his feet for all eternity already dancing in his head.

A firm hand grabbing a hold of the back of his shirt halted his progression, as he was not 
so subtly reminded that he wasn't alone. "Don't even think about it," Buffy growled in 
his ear before giving him a quick jerk that sent him sprawling against the sofa. 

"What?" Spike demanded trying to look innocent momentarily forgetting just who in the 
room with him.

"Spike.Faith will castrate you if she even thought you were planning to 'help'." Buffy 
said in a voice usually reserved for mothers reprimanding small children. "And that's 
only if Cordelia doesn't get to you first." She added with a smug little smile, secretly 
hoping that the vampire would try something underhanded. Anything, just as long as it 
gave her a good enough excuse to smack him around a bit. However, she felt she owed it 
to Willow to at least warn him about Faith's little knife fetish, for some really bizarre 
reason the hacker seemed to like the vampire. Just why she did was way beyond her 
understanding and would probably never be known, but Buffy wanted to be able to tell 
Wills later that she did try to protect Spike from a very overprotective Faith. 

*************************************

Meanwhile upstairs -

Faith and Cordelia found the bathroom relatively easy, the ex-cheerleader leading the 
way to get the door for the Slayer and her precious cargo. "Where the hell did Blondie 
find this place?" Faith asked no one in particular, giving a low whistle as she took in the 
room before her. It had to be the biggest bathroom she had ever seen outside of the 
shower room at the 'Y'. 

"Who knows," Cordelia replied absently, opening the large walk-in shower door to turn 
on the water. "Oh yeah, he's up to something alright." She noted with a smirk at the site 
that greeted her. The shower stall could not only easily hold four people without 
crowding but also had three showerheads. One on either end of the stall and one 
suspended from the ceiling. "This place used to be a high priced brothel back in the 
eighties early nineties I think." She added with a shake of her head. 

"Leave it to the bleached wonder to own a former whore house," Faith commented, 
carefully maneuvering Willow into a standing position facing her so she could get the 
redhead's clothes off. 

"Makes you wonder if he's mad that it had been closed down years ago," Cordelia 
couldn't help but add, once satisfied with the water temperature. "Here let me help.I 
think it would be easier if we both got into the shower with her." She said suddenly 
serious, a look of concentration on her face as she helped the Slayer remove Willow's 
bloody torn shirt.

"Makes me wonder how you know what it used to be." Faith said with an evil little grin.

"Oh please! My father was a regular." The cheerleader snorted as the last of Willow's 
ruined clothing was removed. Her attention was drawn away from the highly amused 
Slayer and back to Willow, who had turned around with a look of confusion in her green 
eyes. The redhead seemed to be studying her and it was really beginning to freak her out. 
The last time she had seen a look remotely similar in Willow's eyes was that one time in 
the Library when they had been searching for a way to kill that locust-demon that had 
taken a rather unhealthy liking to Giles. The hacker had come across a part of the 
Watcher diaries concerning witchcraft, and had been almost non-responsive to any 
outside stimulus for nearly two hours before Giles caught her and confiscated it before 
she could memorize too many of the spells. 

She was brought out of her silent musings by an annoyed little growl that seemed to come 
from the redhead and a tugging at her gym shirt. It seemed that Willow had discovered 
what was bothering her about the cheerleader and was taking steps to remedy the 
situation. Apparently Cordelia was wearing way too much and Willow didn't like it one 
bit.

"Come on, let's get Red cleaned up and settled in." Faith said after a moment, stepping 
out of her pants and underwear in one motion. "Hey, Red lets get wet." She offered 
placing her hands on Willow's shoulders to get her attention, a naughty little grin forming 
on her face. All the while, that annoying little voice, that shares a room with her inner 
slayer voice, is jumping up and down crowing with joy. 'Yes, yes! We're going to be 
naked together in a shower, just the two of us.and well Cordy.' It kept saying as all 
sorts of possibilities started to run through her mind in vivid detail.

Willow looked over her shoulder at the woman standing behind her, a frown in her eyes 
as she tried to place a name with the face. Something about her seemed very familiar, as 
did the other dark-haired one. They bother were familiar to her, but she couldn't 
remember who either of them were. 'Pack-mates perhaps?' she questioned herself 
cocking her head slightly. 'Family? Mates? My mates? Why can't I remember?' The 
questioned continued to run through her mind as strange and bizarre images begin to 
bombard her, confusing her even more. None of it made sense to her, not even the 
language her possible pack-mates spoke to her or the "others" that had followed them to 
this odd place. But the two women were here, as were the two males, and they seemed to 
like it here. So she would stay too, at least until things cleared up a bit more for her.

End Part Four.