REPOST: Stormchaser (1-5b/?)

["Shadow" <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx>]

Later
Sunnydale High Library

"Er....hello?"
Willow called out letting the door swing closed behind her as she
cautiously stepped into the library. Something about the large room
void of any living beings at the moment, tugged at the back of her mind
calling at her base instincts. Telling her that this was a place that
held great power and knowledge and unfortunately, like the rest of the
town, wreaked of evil. Although, in truth the library did seem to smell
a bit better then the rest of Sunnydale, but Willow dismissed it as the
effects of the hellmouth the whole city had been built upon. 'Only
sun-walkers would built a town over a hellmouth,' she thought ruefully,
before being distracted by a new scent. "What the?....." She whispered
to herself, turning back toward the doors, just as they opened to reveal
Buffy Summers deep in a conversation with her Watcher. Quickly stepping
out of the way, Willow takes a moment to study the two, they didn't seem
to be aware of her at all. 'Odd, the girl doesn't small like a
sun-walker.' She absently noted. 'And they both smell of leeches
and...' Willow was brought out of her silent musings when Buffy's
'spider sense' finally kicked in and she released her and Giles were
not alone.

Turning around to face the possible threat......she only stares in shock
at the site of the figure from her nightmare calmly standing before her.
For her part, Willow didn't know what to make of the blonde girl's rapid
change of emotions. First there was; caution, then recognition, and
then shock?? Which made no sense at all, she was sure she would
remember someone like the funny smelling sun-walker before her. If
nothing more, then because of the strange little scent she had, she was
thrown into even more confusion when Buffy finally found her voice and
said.

"You!!!!


Willow wasn't sure what to make of the funny smelling human standing
before her. The slim blonde was staring at her with accusing eyes that
held a fire that few sun-walkers carried, burning in their mesmerizing
depths. A fire that seemed to burn form within, hinting at a strange
power that could both consume and ignite the unsuspecting with its fiery
touch. In all, the female intrigued her in ways Willow didn't even want
to begin to think about, it was bad enough she was living outside of a
hellmouth and had a nut leech invading her dreams, now she had a human
giving her strange looks. "Me," Willow said returning the stare with
one of her own, it seemed like the thing to do at the time. Something
about the human called to her, whispered to her inner self about nights
of passion and fire, of long hunts prowling under the silvery moon for
unsuspecting prey. Willow could almost taste the blood of a fresh kill
as the two of them prowled the night, claiming the darkness for them
selves. She could feel her 'beast' begin to stir as the call of the
hunt started to pound in her veins, it was overwhelming, Willow felt
her control starting to slip as her own eyes locked with those of the
young woman staring back at her. She could hear the pulse pounding in
the female....and the male! Willow tore her eyes away from Buffy's,
suddenly remembering that there was someone else in the room. "No!"
Willow growled, fighting to regain her composer in front of the two
humans. 'This can't be happening,' she thought suddenly feeling
trapped, the walls closing in on her. It was the movement of the male
that caused her to turn and bolt out the library, running down Xander,
who had the miss fortune of entering at the time.

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At that very moment in a boarded up old mansion across town

Drusilla seat back in the antique chair, once used as a throne for some
European king, and smiled evilly. Her plans were turning out just
perfect, even better then she had first envisioned. The Slayer had
responded so well to her manipulations, the dreams the nasty chosen one
had been having were all Dru's doing. The master Vampire had big plans
for the Slayer and those plans did not include her continuing in her
slaying duties. No, Buffy was to stand at her side, as her enforcer,
once she took over as the undisputed ruler of Sunnydale. As soon as the
current master, Drusilla's worthless sire Angelus, was dusted she would
move in an take over the hellmouth. It would be Buffy's final act as
the Slayer, a fitting end to a worthy adversary's career - the vampire
grudgingly admitted - before she took her proper place as Drusilla's
Enforcer.

She could hardly wait! Soon Angelus, and that equally worthless childe
of his Spike, would be gone. The Slayer would be no more, replaced with
Dru's ideal warrior, one with the savagery and brutality created and
nurtured by Drusilla's own hand. And then there was her little kitten,
Dru smiled at the thought of the fierce shape shifter, so full of
defiance and pride. It was those very traits that made her perfect as
her Enforcer's mate, but she would have to be tamed first. Right now
Willow was too strong willed, already biting at the collar that Dru
would soon put around her neck. She would have to do something about
that, Willow's 'humanity' would make it difficult to properly train her.
To weed out those undesired 'human' traits, Dru would have to use other
means to tame Willow, the child's mixed blood made it hard for the
Vampire to manipulate her mind unlike the human Slayer. No a different
approach would be necessary, perhaps she would use the Slayer to help
tame her little kitten. Yes, that would be perfect. After all Willow
was for Buffy anyway, a gift from Drusilla for all the Slayer's hard
work in removing Angelus from power.

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Much later....

Willow seat in a quiet corner of the Bronze, well as quiet as it got in
the youth club on a Wednesday night anyway, and silently cursed her
decision to come back into town. The longer she spend in Sunnydale the
more she hated it, maybe it was the evil radiating off the hellmouth, or
maybe it was the over all cluelessness of the town's human populace.
Whatever, the cause it was playing havoc with Willow's control. She
usually didn't get this jumpy until around the full moon, when the
effects of the moon's gravitational pull was at its strongest and her
control over her shape shifting talent was at its weakest. However,
since coming to this cursed little town, Willow has had to consciously
maintain her human form, especially around a certain funny smelling
sun-walker with golden hair and eyes that glowed from within. The same
funny smelling sun-walker that was currently in the clutches of some
hormone driven boy groping one another on the dance floor. 'Marco's
right, it does look like some bizarre form of a mating ritual,' she
thought forcing herself to remain in her little corner and not storm the
dance floor to gut hormone boy for touching her life mate.
'Life-mate??? Where the hell did that come from?' Willow wondered,
running a hand through her should length hair. Sure, if she was real
honest with herself, she could admit that she found the blonde
attractive......all right more then attractive. Something about the
human called to Willow, and not just to her human half. No the call was
also felt by her 'cat', her animal self that was growing restless,
irritated at hormone boy draping himself all over 'her' mate. Gripping
the sides of the table with both hands she fought to remain right where
she was and not go over there and rip out hormone boy's heart and hand
it back to him. As much as the action would appease her cat, she
doubted that it would go over very well with the blonde. Her view of
the dance floor was suddenly blocked when somebody stepped in front of
her table.

Rupert Giles stood calmly before the young red head, who maintained a
death grip on the table and just made what sounded like....a growl?? He
had been quietly observing her for some time, watching her watch Buffy
and her latest boyfriend over on the dance floor. Originally he had
come to the Bronze to help Buffy fine tune her 'vamp-radar', as Xander
insisted on calling it, but the Slayer seemed more interested in groping
her current dance partner in front of the small Wednesday night crowd.
Since the whole library incident and what Buffy told him about her
dreams that morning, he was more than curious about the mysterious young
woman. "Er, may I join you...Willow is it?" He asked once getting her
attention.

'Huh?,' Willow thought wondering how he knew her name. She didn't sense
any hostility from him, just curiosity and caution mostly, then she
remembered him. "Ah sure," she said with a nod of her head, she didn't
quite trust herself to let go of the table just yet. "You're the guy
from the library. How do you know my name?" She questioned once he
told the seat across from her, effectively blocking out the dance floor.

"This actually," Giles replied pulling out her class schedule form his
jacket pocket. "You dropped it when you l-left earlier." He explained,
handing over the slip of paper. "I gathered the books you'll need for
class, they are waiting for you at the library with your backpack. I'm
Rupert Giles the Librarian"

"Thank you. I was in kind of a hurry today." Willow replied with a
small grin, after regarding Giles for a moment. The human, while on
guard, didn't seem to be a threat, he was more curious about her then
anything else she realized. She also sensed that he wanted something
out of her, "So Mister Gi...." She stiffened suddenly, whatever she
was about to say forgotten. She was on her feet faster then Giles could
see, her eyes flashing in the dim light. He was even more startled by
the low growl she emitted, "You need to leave! Take as many people as
you can! NOW!!" She growled out, the tips of her fangs peeking out as
she spoke.

For his part Giles remained frozen in his place at her outburst. He
could see the fangs, but her face remained human, 'Just who or what is
this child?' He wondered before another voice brought him out of his
chair.

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"Buffy!" The sadistic voice called out with way too much cheer over the
music, bringing a stop to all activity in the Bronze.

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"Angelus!" Giles cursed coming out of his seat and spinning around
searching the room for the master vampire. He heard an answering growl
beside him mirroring his own anger.

"You know THAT?!" Willow questioned in disgust, having spotted the
Vampire over by the main entrance moving toward the dance floor. She
never knew a human to associate with a leech willing, although from the
librarian's scent it wasn't a pleasant association. 'Worry about that
later.' She decided, her growls becoming a full-fledged roar of outrage
as the vampire made his way to 'her' life mate. Willow didn't fight it
as her control slipped away, her animal half becoming dominant. There
was a leech, several of them in fact, in the same building as her life
mate! Her cat called to her, outraged that such creatures dared to take
up space near its mate. Such offenses would not go unchallenged, those
damn things were going to die! 'And they better stay dead this time!!'
She fumed moving toward Angelus, intent on ripping out some major organ
and eating it.

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Willow's roar startled even the vampires in the Bronze, they just
weren't used to hearing something that 'fierce', the sound echoing
throughout the room. Hairs stood on end and blood seemed to turn to ice
as what sounded a little like someone in extreme pain seemed to cut
everyone to the bone. Willow continued growling as she stalked toward
Angelus, intent on sinking her fangs into the undead leech that stood in
her path. Suddenly one of Angelus's more adventuresome, or stupid
depending on you point of view, minions, blocked her path. Without
breaking stride she brings up her foot nailing the hapless minion right
between the legs. As he crashes to his knees in pain, Willow is
suddenly in front of him. Grabbing his head and pushing back to expose
his throat, she latching onto his neck, sinking her fangs in deep,
biting down hard and pulls. Realizing the minion with a shove, he was
dust before he hits the ground. Blood dripping from her fangs, she
growls warningly at Angelus.

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Angelus had stopped in his track toward the Slayer at the initial roar
from Willow. His own demon thrown momentarily by the savage sound,
recovering quickly he looks around for the source of the sound outraged
to be interrupted in his evening amusement. Then he spotted her as she
stepped out of the shadows of one of the corners, a slim compact red
head dressed in leather was headed his way growling at him. Him! The
Great Angelus, master of Sunnydale! He watched in disbelief as she
kicked one of his seconds in the groin and then proceeded to ripe out
his throat. Angelus had never seen such a violent act, it turned him
on. His demon lusted over the magnificent site of her kill, as an
unholy light burned deep within her eyes. This was a predator, he
acknowledged, all ready envisioning her at his side as he turned her
lose on Sunnydale. Such a fiery little thing, but she wasn't a vampire.
Whatever she was, she would soon be his. He vowed looking forward to
bending her to his will.

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Buffy was staring murderously at Angelus, all ready easing into a battle
stance, when the roar cut through the air. The Slayer turned toward the
sound instinctively knowing its source, momentarily forgetting about the
master vampire heading her way. As Willow stepped out of the shadows,
Buffy eyes widen in recognition. 'The girl from the dream.' She thought
watching the way the red head moved toward Angelus. 'Like a tiger
stalking it's prey.' The image came to her mind of a large reddish cat
on the prowl looking for a kill. Buffy could feel her pulse rising as
the vampire stepped into her path, she was about to intervene when the
red head kicked him. The Slayer almost felt sorry for the
vampire....almost. She watched in fascination as the leather-clad woman
tilted the vamp's head back and just ripped out his throat. Buffy
couldn't explain the feeling of.....pride?!....she had at watching the
vamp turn to dust. Much less the arousal she felt over seeing the blood
stained fangs that seemed to lengthen as the red head growled at
Angelus. 'This is too weird,' she thought forcibly refocusing her
thoughts on the vampires surrounding them and not on the beautiful
creature growling at Angelus. And most definitely not, thinking about
what it would be like to kiss that blood drenched month. 'No, no bad
Slayer'

"Hey Angel long time no see." Buffy taunted before sending a roundhouse
kick to Angelus's head. That seemed to snap everyone out of the trance
like state that had descended over everyone, as all hell broke lose in
the Bronze......just another typical Wednesday night in Sunnydale.
Between Buffy and Willow with the help of Giles and a few others they
held there own against the vampires, the element of surprise long gone
after the first growl.

Angelus howled in pain as Willow drew blood, leaving four parallel lines
across the right side of his face. the master vampire knew he was
fighting a losing battle, he couldn't believe how well the Slayer and
the redhead minx worked together. They had cut through his minions like
they were fledglings. He had to get out of there, before he ended up as
dust himself. Grabbing one of his minions and throwing her into the
approaching redhead he made his escape cutting out the back door. He
paused for a moment to watch as the red head finished off the minion in
the same fashion as before, although she seemed to take a bit longer to
rip out the throat, almost as if she stopped to take a long drink after
a strenuous workout. He felt himself harden at the scene, laughing to
himself as he took off into the night. He had plans to make, he had to
find out who that creature was and properly claim her. After all they
had unfinished business to attend to, he thought bushing one of the
bleeding cuts on his face with a finger before bring the now bloody
finger to his lips. He almost didn't mind that he just lost several
minions to that blonde bitch Slayer, almost!

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Willow was ready to chase after the escaping vampire when Buffy grabbed
a hold of her and spun her around. The cat growled warningly, not
recognizing its mate at first, but then recognition. The two stared
into each other's eyes for several long minutes, before Willow reached
out and licked the side of Buffy's face with a purr and a happy little
whistle. The Slayer was so stunned what she couldn't stop Willow as the
redhead darted out the back into the night.

"What the hell was that???!!!" Xander broke the stunned silence having
come up behind Buffy along with Giles.

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And across town, at Dru's lair

The Vampire witch's laughter echoed throughout the empty corridors and
rooms of the mansion as she watched her little kitten lick the Slayer's
face. She was so proud of the both of them, they worked so well
together, cutting through the weak minions of Angelus's with such
savagery. "Oh how my little kitten behaved," Dru sang out, her voice
carrying throughout the mansion. It had taken her all night to subtly
direct Willow's thoughts, breaking down her resistance to her animal
instincts. But it had worked, Willow had been just about ready to ripe
apart the Watcher when Angelus had shown up!

But Angelus had seen her kitten's fire and wanted it for his own. 'No,
no that just won't do,' Dru thought. 'I can't have Angelus touching
her, I just about got her to come willingly to me. He'll only ruin all
everything.' She fumed.

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"What the hell was THAT???!!!"
Xander's exclamation broke Buffy out of her state of shock, with a
muttered curse she takes off after the redhead determined to get to the
bottom of this whole weird mess. She had ran four blocks before the
thought crossed her mind, 'Do I even know where I'm going?' Only to
have the wind knocked out of her by a compact body slamming against her
own. Crashing to the ground the two roll across the grass in a tangle
of limbs, finally stopping a few feet away. Finding herself pinned to
the ground by something setting on her chest, Buffy felt - rather then
heard - the loud purring that seemed to originate from the figure
holding her down.

"You're following me." Came a playful voice, the purring lowering to a
steady hum; as the figure leaned closer to the flushed Slayer to get a
better look at her face. Or rather to give the Slayer a better look at
her, since Willow really didn't need all that much light to see her to
begin with. "Can I keep you?" She asked after a moment her face
lighting up with joy at her rather unusual find. The Slayer just felt
"right" laying under her, although, all the blonde's struggles to throw
her off where getting a bit tiresome. Willow wasn't sure why she had
waited four blocks before doubling back around one ally to pounce on her
life mate. A part of her, while annoyed at being follow, was thrilled
beyond words that it was her life mate doing the following.

Buffy stopped her struggling at the odd question, unsure of her captor's
intend, looking up she finds herself drawn into the green eyes carefully
studying her form above. "Ahhhh, no." She replied honestly, noting
that the redhead's eyes had lost some of their wildness, the beginnings
of a human intelligence starring back at her.

Willow frowned at the reply, slowly coming back to herself after the
fight in the Bronze, the stolen blood from her vampire victims having
sated her cat's restlessness for blood but not other things. Leaning
closer, Willow stares into the blue eyes under her for a long heartbeat
before kissing her softly on the forehead. Buffy jumped a bit as the
purring began to intensify after the first touch of lips to her forehead
and jumped once more when those very same lips found her own. 'How can
she purr and still kiss?' Buffy briefly wondered before all thought
escaped her mind when Willow's tongue slipped past her lips and into her
month. The Slayer's eyes widen as the purring got even louder as
Willow's tongue danced across her own and she was positive she felt a
soft caress down the front of her shirt.

Suddenly Willow pulled away from the kiss confusion clear in her eyes.
"This isn't right, I shouldn't be setting on you, at least, not out in
the open after dark. Too many chances for us to be interrupted if some
stupid leech mistakes you for food." She said more to herself than to
Buffy. "Where did THAT come from?" Willow questions, her eyes widening
in shock. "If I let you up, do you promise not to run or try to hurt
me? Because, I would really like to know what's going on here , and I
have this feeling you would too because you don't look like someone who
knows what's going on either. And I don't really feel like fighting any
more tonight, well I DO, but I don't want to want to fight you, I just
want to keep kissing you. I like your scent, its kind of funny
smelling, but I really like it. And I want to get to know you better
but I can't do that if we're fighting, it takes all the fun out, unless
you like that sort of thing. Do you like that sort of thing? Either
way, if you don't mind I'd like to skip over the fighting and go
directly to the talking, before I have to do something to those two
humans trying to sneak up on us? Because I think it would be a bad
thing to hurt the school librarian, because I like librarians as a
whole, they're real helpful when you need to look stuff up........and
I'll shut up now." She finished realizing that she had been babbling.
She hated when she babbled it usually meant that the cat in her had just
did something really gross and/or violent, and the human in her was
trying to make up for lost time while her psyche had been out to lunch
so to speak.

Buffy looked up at her captor in stunned silence, her mind still blown
away by the kiss, trying to piece together what the red head just said
all the while wishing that she would just shut up and kiss her again.
'Bad, bad Slayer.' Buffy mentally chastised herself. 'I wonder what
she looks like out of all that leather?' Shaking her head to clear it,
she closes her eyes to try to collect herself. "All right, I promise
not to run or fight you." Buffy said refocusing her eyes on the ones
above her and tried not to groan as the figure moved off of her chest.
"Who ARE you?" Buffy questioned as Willow calmly moved back a couple of
steps, ready to bolt at any moment.

Willow smiled shyly in reply, feeling a lot calmer then she had been all
day. Funny how killing something always seemed to calm her down. Well
that and having her tummy rubbed, but she was "so" not going there at
that moment, as images of the blonde Slayer scratching her stomach, in a
hot tub, suddenly flashed through her mind. She could feel her cat
stirring at the images, liking the idea of seeing the blonde naked - in
or out of the hot tub - Willow's cat didn't care, just as long as the
Slayer was naked. Willow could feel her control slipping as the urge to
mate, to calm the human as her own, began to override reason. Killing
the two advancing humans and handing their hearts to the blonde as a
gift was beginning to seem like a really good idea. "Can we hold this
conversation somewhere else?" Willow suddenly asked, barely keeping
herself in human form. She had been honest when she said she didn't
want to fight Buffy, and attacking the two humans would probably start a
fight, and Willow could think of a whole lot more interesting things to
be doing to the blonde at the moment. Things that involved a total lack
of clothing. 'No! No! Bad, bad Willow.'

"Ah, yeah." Buffy agreed with a laugh. 'What a night,' she thought
wanting to distract her new friend, the purring had been steadily rising
almost becoming a growl there at times. 'She's pretty talkative when
she's not growling at everybody.'


End Parts One-Five.

Shadow -
Dir. of Pub. Safety of the SECLGA and Chief Dungeon Keeper.
Vampire Teddy Bear and Flying Fox {Fruit Bat} of the Woods Outback.
The Big Bad and Little Comma.