REPOST: Stormchaser (6-11b/?)

["Shadow" <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx>]

Buffy fell out of bed as she awoke in a cold sweat, heart pounding out
of her chest for the second night in a row. Taking deep ragged breaths
she tries to calm herself, unsure of what terrified her more. The fact
that she just dreamed about having mind-blowing sex with Willow, and
that it really didn't seem to both her. Or the fact that she was a
vampire having sex with Willow.

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At the same time

Drusilla sat back in her throne, and gave an evil smirk as she watched
the phantom image of the Slayer sitting on the floor before her. She
had responded so well to Dru's careful manipulations of her dreams.
When the time came she won't fight as Dru turned her, creating her
Enforcer to stand at her side for eternity. The Slayer would be more
then willing to become Dru's servant, the dream images having embedded
them selves so deeply in the Slayer's subconscious that refusal would be
unthinkable. It only helped Dru's cause that the Slayer and her kitten
had finally met, granted it wasn't under the conditions Drusilla would
have preferred, but nonetheless they had met and the attraction to one
another already forming.

Soon Dru would have to address the little matter of her kitten's
rebelliousness. She had somehow rejected Dru's manipulations, having
woke up the moment Drusilla's magic had touched her mind. A more direct
route would have to be taken with her, perhaps she would introduce her
kitten to her new home sooner then she had planned. The Slayer could
always join her later, after she disposed of Angelus and his useless
minions. "Yes, that would do." She said making the phantom image
before her disappear with a wave of her hand. She had plans to make, a
room for her kitten prepare.

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Later that same night - the Garbaldi house.

Willow prowled the first floor in a near blinding rage, her growls
echoing throughout the quiet house. Someone had tried to probe her
mind; she could still feel the after effects of a powerful enchantment
touching her. It wasn't a pleasant feeling; the enchantment tasted of
dark magic, the kind that Sunnydale seemed to attract. It was a magic
she was beginning to recognize; it smelled of that crazy vampire that
had invaded her dreams the night before. However, tonight was
different, the magic smelled odd, like it was more powerful. She really
couldn't explain it, she only knew that it angered her. With a deep
growl of frustration, she turned suddenly and headed for the front door.
It was no use trying to get back to sleep, she knew from past experience
that she was filled with a restlessness not easily satisfied. 'Best to
run it off', she decided with resolve, absently wondering how many miles
it would be this night before her cat calmed down enough to sleep.


She had been running for some time, dawn just a few hours away, and
Willow was still all wound up. The past couple of days troubled her,
she wasn't used to people trying to get into her mind while she slept,
and she sure wasn't used to losing control of her cat in public. 'It
has to be the hellmouth,' she thought with disgust, unconsciously
turning her aimless jog toward Sunnydale. The town was calling to her,
mocking her with its evil...almost like it was daring her to do
something about it. As a result she was rapidly developing an intense
hatred for Sunnydale and its undead populace.

Shaking her head to clear it of her silent musings, she realized that
she was headed back to the Bronze. She hadn't meant to go back into
town, at least not at night anyway. The fight earlier with the vampires
had taken more out of her then she would like to admit. Her cat had
gotten a taste of blood and it wanted more. Willow had always feared
losing herself to her animal psyche; of course her brother firmly
believed that she - her 'human' self - would always remain in control.
Sometimes Marco's faith in her astounded even her. Deciding that she
had run far enough, and having no desire to see the other side of town,
she turned back toward home briefly wondering if she could beat the sun
or not.

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Angelus couldn't believe his luck. He had been in a rage of his own
after the brawl in the Bronze, losing several good minions to the Slayer
and the red head. He had already taken out his displeasure on the
assorted minions, who had the misfortune to get in his way, back at the
lair. He had left his own mansion lair, over looking one of Sunnydale's
larger graveyards, hours ago to spread even more mayhem among any
unsuspecting human who might have been outside so late at night. Only
to find the mysterious red head on a late night run.

Smiling to himself, he followed her, careful to stay down wind of the
small red head. Although, the scars across his cheek were healing
themselves, he still felt the need to repay her in kind, to possess her
in every way. When he first came to Sunnydale to overthrow the
imprisoned Master, he had stalked the Slayer, toying with her whenever
he could. He was determined to destroy her, to break her human mind and
then vamp her. She would make a good companion for Spike and himself,
he had decided. But now there was the redhead, which seemed to be
helping the Slayer some how. That would not do, the Slayer was his to
break and mold in his own twisted image, and Angelus always got his way.
The redhead's presence in Sunnydale would have to be addressed and soon.
The longer he watched her the more obsessed he became. The need to calm
the fire that burned within her eyes, as his own consumed him. And
whatever Angelus wanted, he got. He was Sunnydale's master after all.

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Drusilla watched Angelus form the shadows, noting her sire's pleased
expression as he followed the unaware redhead through town. She had the
left the safety of her own lair when she felt her kitten's presence in
town. Dru had already prepared her kitten's new home, and was eager to
place her in it. Soon she would have her kitten with her, where she
would remain until the Slayer joined their little family, and then they
would rule the night.

Still there was the little matter of Angelus to address; the master
vampire was unaware of her presence in town, believing that he had
gotten rid of her back in Prague. Her 'daddy' always was full of his
self, buying into the insane act she put on for the last two hundred
years. She had planned her revenge carefully, waiting for the most
opportune time to destroy him as he once tried to do to her. 'Perhaps,
I should rethink my plans,' she silently mused, careful to keep out of
range of Angelus's senses. It wouldn't do for him to know that she was
in town, not until she was ready to stand over him as the Slayer dusted
him. 'Yes, it would be perfect,' she thought with and evil grin. Dru
would take her little kitten tonight, Angelus was getting ideas of his
own for her kitten, and that would not be allowed. The kitten belonged
to 'her', she was for 'her' Enforcer, and Angelus's continued interest
in either of them was growing tiring. She would have to do something
about that, she had wanted Angelus's last hours to be painful as his
hold over the town, and minions, were stripped away from him. Dru was
confident that she could direct the Slayer in the final battle with
Angelus, she would ensure that he would die just as Drusilla wanted him
to - painfully and slowly. Then there was the little matter of Spike;
she wasn't sure what she wanted to do with him just yet. Oh they had
some good times in the past, as they, literally, painted many a town
red. But he had chosen to side with his sire, betraying Dru. His death
would be nowhere near as swift as Angelus's, Spike would die much more
slowly. It would take years for her former lover to finally become
dust, but only after she had firmly taken control of Sunnydale. Before
she would allow him to become dust, he would beg her for release from
the agony that would become the center of his existence.

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'Damn', Willow mentally cursed, the hairs on the back of her neck
rising. She was being followed; her cat began to stir at the thought.
She was pretty sure that it was a couple of leeches that had attracted
themselves to her shadows. She would have picked up heartbeats if it
had been a couple of humans. 'Not much I can do about that now. I
wonder if they ever played tag before?' She asked herself spotting a
graveyard up a head. Her cat was feeling a bit frisky at the thought of
turning the tables on her two shadows. 'Maybe some blood would take the
edge off,' she thought with a smile, as she gave a quick burst of sped
and fled into the dark depths of the graveyard. The call of the hunt
pounded in her veins for the second time that night. It was time to
kill something.


'Well, this was a rather stupid idea.' Willow thought with annoyance
ducking behind a tombstone. Now was not the time to be letting her
instincts direct her thinking, she kept forgetting that this really
wasn't the town to be 'running wild' in, well it sort of was and wasn't
at the same time. Shaking her head to clear it, she focuses her senses.
The leeches that had attached themselves to her shadow were good, real
good. While apart of her liked a good hunt, the more rational side of
her resented getting into the hunt in the first place. And then there
was that little voice that kept whispering to her in the back of her
mind. Telling her that someone was missing from the hunt, someone that
was suppose to be there, sharing the kill with her. That little voice
was beginning to get on her nerves, mainly because it had visuals of
just who that someone was and kept showing them to her at the most
inopportune time - like when she was trying to concentrate! The really
irritating part was that her cat really didn't seem to mind the
visuals - hell the cat liked the visuals even adding to them a bit.
"You're hopeless Garibaldi." Willow growled softly. Her cat was in
love, she would just have to get used to it, although she did briefly
wonder how the object of her affection was going to take some of the
cat's 'suggestions' on how they should spend their free time.

Here she was playing tag with two vampires in the predawn hours and the
one part of her psyche what would really be useful at a time like this
was having fantasies about a certain blonde-haired sun-walker. "Huh?"
Willow straightened a bit, a new scent in the air causing her cat to
stir even more. Her life-mate had joined the hunt, an animalistic light
coming into her eyes, now the two of them could share the kill together.


Drusilla set on the tree branch watching the activity below her with
interest. Her little kitten was such a joy to watch, all power and
grace in a small lethal body. She was a prefect mate for her Enforcer,
the two would be an unbeatable team together and, most importantly, they
would be 'hers! It was fun watching her little kitten toy with Angelus,
as the master vampire tried in vain to locate the redhead. And now the
Slayer was about to join the hunt, oh it was just turning out to be such
a fun night. Her sire was just minutes from becoming dust and she had a
ringside seat! Dru could almost taste the victory at hand, as the end
of Angelus's reign over Sunnydale was immanent and hers would begin.


Buffy carefully made her way through the graveyard, stake at the ready,
unsure why she was even out here this early in the morning. No vamp in
its right mind would be out this close to dawn, the sun already
beginning its ascension. However, a little voice kept insisting that
she had to get to the graveyard, something bad was about to happen.
Buffy had learned long ago not to ignore that little voice, it had kept
her alive so many times in the past. She had also developed an intense
hatred of that little voice, it usually meant that she would end up with
several large colourful bruises for her troubles. Sometimes it was a
real pain being the chosen one.

So here she was in one of Sunnydale's old cemeteries looking for.... who
knew what!? Gripping her favourite stake tighter, she lets her senses
take over, searching with her 'spider sense'. 'Damn' she cursed picking
up the rather frustrating presence of a certain vampire master. Every
since her arrival in Sunnydale, Angelus had been a constant annoyance,
his little mind games having become really old after the first two days.
The vampire had made it a habit to pestering the Slayer at all hours of
the night, usually while she was on patrol and in no mood for his
annoying presence in her life. Just once she would like to have a
patrol where she didn't run into him or that useless sidekick of his,
Spike. Honestly the two of them were just too full of themselves,
believing that just because they had lived a few centuries they were all
that. One would think that after she had kicked both of their butts on
five separate occasions they would have gotten the message, but no they
just kept on about how she had cheated in the fights. Like it was her
fault either of them had thought that sunlamps made really good weapons.


Willow growled lowly as Angelus moved closer to her hiding place, her
cat itching for the kill. Somewhere in the back of her mind she briefly
wondered where the other vampire had disappeared to, but quickly
dismissed the thought. Time enough to worry late, she had a kill to get
to, besides it was only proper that she left at least one for her
life-mate.


Angelus froze at the low growl, his demon eager for the taste of blood.
He had time to think over his plans for the redhead as he chased her
through the cemetery. She was truly a thing of beauty to watch in
action, her moves had reminded him of a large cat on the hunt. She was
good, he had to give her that, she seemed to be waiting for the sun to
raise as she taunted him throughout the maze of grave markers with her
growls and hisses. He would have to punish her once he got her back to
the lair, if the sun burned him. He had little doubt that he would
capture her, he was the great Angelus after all and he always got what
he wanted. He was already planning what he was going to do to her back
at the lair. She would learn quickly that he was master, of this he was
certain. He could already picture her at his side as he ruled over
Sunnydale for all time. Yes the redhead and the Slayer both would make
excellent additions to his family, once the two of them had been broken
properly. He grinned evilly at this last thought, he had begun to make
long term plans for the Slayer after she had repeatedly bested him and
his favourite childe in battle. The Slayer was just too good of a
fighter to just kill, no he was going to turn her. She was going to be
his greatest creation, second only to Spike of course. With the
unexpected addition of the redhead they little family would only
increase in the reign of terror it would unleash on the world. Just as
soon as he figured out just what the redhead was, that is. Angelus was
brought out of his silent musings as Willow leaped up from her hiding
place to take a swing at him.


Willow growled as she drew blood for the second time on the vampire.
There was just something about making this particular leech bleed that
just appealed to her cat. Must have something to do with the fact that
this leech seemed to have an unusual attachment to her life-mate, she
would not tolerate such an attachment cat not one bit.

For the second time Willow could feel herself being lost in her animal
instincts, her cat moving to the forefront of her consciousness
demanding the blood of the leech before her. A small part of her
disappointed that she would not be sharing it with her life-mate, but
her mate had her own leech to kill, and there would be plenty of times
in the future for the both of them to share a kill together her cat
reasoned.


Dru clapped her hands together in glee nearly losing her perch in her
excitement. Her little kitten was just so fierce! And her mind so open
and savage! The vampire was having little problems reading her kitten's
mind now, the less complex mind of the cat now firmly in control with
none of that pesky 'humanity' to interfere with Dru's manipulations.
Righting herself on her tree branch, Dru felt her own demon move to the
forefront as the Slayer joined the little stand off below her. 'Yes!'
She crowed mentally with an evil smile. At long last her master plans
would begin. It was time for the downfall of her sire to start, but
this was only the beginning. It wouldn't do for her pets to kill
Angelus just yet, it was too soon the sun nearly up and Dru wanted to
enjoy his downfall.


Buffy entered the standoff with a roundhouse kick to Angelus's head. It
was just such a good move to use on him and he never seemed to see that
one coming. Granted she usual used it to blindside him, but that was
beside the point.

Willow growled with approval as her life-mate sent the vampire flying.
It seemed that they would be sharing a kill together after all. Moving
closer to her life-mate, Willow begins to change forms. Her wild self
was demanding the right to stand before her life-mate in her true form.

Buffy and Angelus were both stocked to see the redhead shape shift
before their eyes. The transformation was smooth, almost fluid, as
human form morphed into that of a large mountain lion. In mere seconds
where once a young human crouched stood a wildcat growling mincingly at
the vampire.

Without warning the cat leaped upon Angelus with a blood-curdling roar.
Only his vampire reflexes kept him from having his throat ripped out by
the enraged werecat. Diving to the side, Angelus comes up in a crouch
only to be tackled by Buffy who was intent on ending Angelus's reign of
terror once and for all. Strangely a part of her wasn't afraid of the
large cat, that little annoying voice telling her that everything was
cool and to just go with it.

For his part Angelus was getting real worried, the sun was about up and
these two just kept coming at him. At this rate he would be dust in a
matter of moments. With a burst of strength he throw the Slayer off of
him and into the cat. Scrambling to his feet he tore off in the
direction of his lair, it would be close but he would make it with only
minor singeing on his part.


Drusilla watched Angelus flee with a wicked grin, she had hoped to keep
her little kitten's secret a bit longer, but Angelus was too close to
being dusted for her likely. She wanted his death to be at her
convenience, she was going to enjoy it. As it was time was running out
the sun was beginning to peek above the horizon, she had to leave now if
she was going to make it to the safety of the sewers. With one last
look at the slayer and the mountain lion, she leaves for home. She had
lots to think over the early morning activities raising many questions
regarding her pets and their place at her side.



Buffy had the wind knocked out of her as she slammed into the cat,
sending them both crashing to the ground. Scrambling to her feet, she
watched Angelus's retreating form with a curse, still trying to regain
her breath, only to be tackled by a rather frisky mountain lion.

The cat purred happily, the missed kill momentarily forgotten, as it
pounced on its life-mate. Granted to would have been even better if
they had gotten to kill the leech together, shared its stolen blood, but
no matter there were always other hunts they could go on. Right now
there were other things they could be doing together, things that didn't
include unwanted interruptions by the hated leeches. With that thought,
Willow begins to change shapes once more, returning to her human form.

Buffy looked up into the furry face looming over her in disbelief as it
shifted before her very eyes becoming human within seconds. One minute
she was staring into the eyes of a wild cat, its emerald eyes shining,
the next those same eyes were more human, filled with mischief and yet
still held a bit of that wildness.

"I'm keeping you this time." Willow said softly her eyes laughing at
Buffy's expression. "I caught you twice now." She purred happily, that
little voice belonging to her cat warming to the idea. This was her
life-mate, it was only proper that they should be together, to hunt and
prowl the night for the hated leeches that roamed the town.

The Slayer regarded her captor for a brief moment, wondering at the
rather odd comments before her own little voice spoke up. 'Ah to hell
with it,' she thought before raising her head and capturing Willow's
lips with her own.

"Wouldn't you two be more comfortable in a bed?" An amused voice
question brought the two back to reality.

"Huh?" Buffy questioned tearing her lips away from Willow's to look to
her left as the redhead issued a warning hiss at the interloper.
Leaning against a tree was a young woman dressed in dark clothing
looking rather bored with the world. Or at least with the early morning
graveyard activities of Sunnydale anyway.

"I love you too yarn-chaser!" the mysterious woman laughed smirking at
the two. "Now introduce me to your funny smelling friend."

"Again with the funny smelling remarks," Buffy grumbled climbing to her
feet. "Just how do I smell funny? And what is it with all the smelling
anyway?"

"Full of questions isn't she?" The woman commented more to herself then
to either of the tow teenagers.

"What are you doing here, Dysis?" Willow questioned cocking her head to
one side in confusion. This was the last place she had expected to see
the older woman in more way then one.

"What? I can't come and see my favourite Brahan?" The woman asked
stepping away from the tree.

"Not if it means coming anywhere near California," Willow retorted
crossing her arms over her chest.

"So I don't like earthquakes," came the playful reply.

"Excuse me!" Buffy spoke up interrupting whatever Willow was about to
say. Once getting the strange woman's attention. "Who are you?" The
Slayer questioned determined to get to the bottom of the mystery that
seemed to center itself on Willow. She hated being out of control of a
situation and lately that was a feeling she'd had to become used to. It
was an unwanted feeling, one that had first reared its ugly head shortly
after Angelus had began his latest offensive against her. And she
wasn't even going into those dreams she's been having. It was beginning
to wear on the young Slayer, causing her to make stupid mistakes. So far
she'd been lucky and none of her enemies had been able to capitalize on
them. She knew it, Giles knew it, and, hell, Angelus probably knew it!
No it was time to stop making mistakes and start thinking smart and she
was going to start by finding out a lot more about Willow and her unique
abilities.

"Forgive me, I am Dysis." The woman said with a formal bow. "A friend.
I think you've already met Willow here." She added with a playful
smirk, shooting the redhead a chock grin at Willow's low growl. "She's
not usually like this you know. You seem to bring out the beast in
her," she continued conversationally, winking at Buffy over Willow's
outraged expression.

"Don't you have some men to mug or something?" Willow questioned with a
growl taking a mincing step toward the other woman.

"No," Dysis deadpanned with an arched eyebrow. "But if you like I can
go and kidnap a few and sell them to my sisters. They always like new
blood."

"Huh??"

"Don't encourage her, please," Willow cut in admitting defeat.
Sometimes she really didn't understand Dysis, her thoughts were just so
odd even to her. "Why are you here?" She asked again, running a hand
through her shoulder length hair.

"You two need my help," Dysis replied seriously. "Come on, I'll feed
the two of you and answer all your questions," she offered, briefly
wondering how the two would take to what she had to say. It was bad
enough that Buffy had the whole Slayer destiny thrust upon her without
her consent. Now she was about to find out that everything she thought
she knew about herself was wrong and the truth was something far more
deadly. 'You own me big time Ares.' Dysis thought as she led the two
out of the graveyard and into their future.


Buffy slid into the booth in the tiny, out of the way diner, and tried
to focus her thoughts on the woman seated across from her. Although she
was having a hard time doing so with Willow seated next to her, who
seemed quite content to continue her low purring. Granted it was low
enough that normal people couldn't hear it, but for the Slayer is was
very distracting. "She's not aware of the purring." Dysis said with
amusement, clearly enjoying the Slayer's discomfort. It wasn't often
she got to deal with mortals, but a promise was a promise, and she was
finding the young blonde mortal to be very interesting.

"Huh?" Came the reply from her two companions, bringing a smile to
Dysis's face.

"You're purring Willow, your young friend is finding it rather
distracting." She replied with a devious grin. "Huh, I am?" Willow
said in disbelief, turning her senses inward to take quick stock of
herself. Sure enough she was purring, her cat very pleased with having
it's life-mate sitting so close as they were about to eat. "Sorry."
Willow said sheepishly, consciously stopping herself from purring. 'I
can't believe I was doing that!'

"You have to forgive Willow, she's usually not like this,......until,
oh, around the full moon. But your rather unique scent is throwing
things off for her." Dysis explained her eyes shining with laughter.
These two were proving to be truly entertaining to say the least, she
just may give some hard thought to moving to Sunnydale so she can
continue to be amused by them in the future.

"Again with the scent thing." Buffy grumbled leaning back on the padded
bench, settling in for the time being. Strangely, now that Willow had
stopped purring, she found herself missing the low steady rumble that
had been distracting her just moments ago. "What is it with you people
that you go around smelling people?" She questioned.

"Its not what you are thinking, my young friend." Dysis assured her
with a calm smile. "I'm not sensing you like Willow does. You have to
understand, for a Brahan, their senses are very important. It literally
governs how they perceive and react to the world around them. It's a
very delicate balance that is not often thrown off, but when it does the
Brahan experiences difficulty in controlling themselves. Like what
Willow is going through right now, you're scent is rather intoxicating
to her. Which in turn is throwing off her self-control."

"So you're saying that I'm..." Buffy began.

"Pretty much catnip to Willow." Dysis finished with a straight face.

"I am??" Buffy gasped in disbelief, absently wondering why she took
such great pleasure in hearing the words. Maybe she had been hit on the
head one too many times, because she was pretty sure that she should be
grossed out right about now.

"Just shoot me now," Willow groaned dropping her head to the tabletop,
her face nearly as red as her hair. She couldn't believe that they were
having this conversation in the first place. 'Leave it to Dysis to pick
the most embarrassing topic to talk about,' she ruefully thought,
wondering if it was truly possible to die from embarrassment.

"Okay, so am I going to get this type of reaction from all of these
Brahan guys?" Buffy asked carefully, she wasn't sure if she could
tolerate having a bunch of people purring every time she walked into the
room.

"Not if they want to keep their hearts!" Willow growled looking up from
the tabletop, she had found thus far to be very fascinating, her eyes
flashing. No one was going to be purring to her life-mate, but her! It
just wasn't going to be happening, not while she was around.

"Did I mention that Brahan tend to be possessive toward their loved
ones?" Dysis asked innocently not at all concerned about Willow's
outburst.

"Aha," Buffy replied trying to ignore that annoying little voice that
seemed rather pleased that someone would be willing to rip out the
hearts of anyone who would purr at her. 'Only on the hellmouth,' she
thought to herself, wondering if it could get any weirder. Only to
realize that she just jinxed herself with that thought, this was
Sunnydale after all, the place was primed to make her life a living
hell.

"Don't worry, I'm sure that you two could come up with a suitable
solution to the problem at hand." Dysis said soberly. "You are going
to have to explain things to her." She stressed to Willow who ran a
hand through her hair in defeat. Dysis was right, she would have to
explain the bonding ceremony to Buffy sometime in the near future, if
nothing else but to avoid any unpleasant situations that may come up.
Nothing ruined a perfectly good get together than having to rip
someone's heart out in full view of everyone. And Willow was certain
that that would be the outcome if anyone from her clan so much as
blinked funny at her life-mate.

"Explain what?" Buffy asked, noting that Willow had begun to growl
lowly.

"I'll tell you later, in private." Willow offered, her eyes begging the
blonde sitting beside her to please trust her. She really didn't want
to explain the ins and outs of a Brahan mating ritual right now, not
with her cat offering helpful details on some of the more exotic points
of the whole thing.

"As for your scent." Dysis spoke, breaking the staring contest the two
had seemed to have fallen into. 'They just had to discover their
hormones now!,' she silently cursed with a shake of her head. 'I'm
getting too old for this.'


"I take it that Willow has explained to you what a Brijas and a Soljinn
are?" Dysis asked once she had regained their attention. Recalling the
phone call she received last night from her old friend Marco, explaining
Willow's unusual behavior that night. Now that she could observe Willow
first hand, Dysis could see just how out of control the young werecat
really was.

"Yeah, Wills said that a Brijas was a titan, like in Greek mythology.
Very old, very powerful, like to live on top of mountains a lot." Buffy
replied, trying to remember her mythology as best she could.

Dysis couldn't help it, she had to laugh; she hadn't heard her family
described in quite a manner for centuries. 'Like to live on top of
mountains, indeed,' she thought with a grin. "And Soljinn?" She
questioned with a raised eyebrow. 'Can't wait for the answer to this
one.' She thought with a smirk, leaning back against the padded bench.

"Soljinn are related to the elves," the Slayer replied slower, her mind
still trying to figure that one out.

"Close, the Soljinn are an off-shoot race of a couple of the fire elves
tribes and one really lost Amazon tribe." Dysis explained with a small
grin. "They made very interesting children, hell raisers every last one
of them. Of course, that is what you get when you intermix a bunch of
elves with attitudes with some of Ares's favourite daughters." She
added with a wicked grin.

"If you say so." Buffy answered with a grin of her own, not all that
sure of what the other woman was telling her. She'd have to get Giles
to research it for her later, she decided, her little Slayer voice
whispering that this was really something she needed to know.

'Oh I do kid, I really do.' Dysis thought to herself, wondering when
the kid was going to put it all together. 'The Fates have out done
themselves with you two, I don't even think they've realize it yet.'
She said to herself, deciding that a move to Sunnydale wasn't such a bad
idea after all, things were going to get real interesting with these two
running lose. And best of all she was going to have a ringside seat to
it all. 'Maybe losing that bet to Ares wasn't so bad after all.'

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Later - the high school

Rupert Giles loved his books, there was simply no way around it, and his
books were his children. And like any proud parent, he was reluctant to
let his "babies" leave the nest so to speak. Especially when the book
in question was from his personal collection, or to put it more bluntly,
one of his demon and other such monsters books. Aside from the fact
that the general populace would probably dismiss the existence of such a
book as the product
of some overactive imagination, his books were extremely valuable to the
Slayer's work and he could not risk them being lost.

"Translation: don't touch the Librarian's books, it makes him cranky!"

Willow barely suppressed a laugh at the Slayer's whispered words as the
librarian in question continued his monologue of what not to do in his
library. Despite herself, Willow was finding that she actually liked
the British librarian/watcher. She hadn't been sure of what kind of
reception she would be getting from the older man after the little
incident at the Bronze last night. Most humans found it disrupting
witnessing her rip out someone's throat. Granted, she was only killing
a vampire, but you still had the whole 'ick' factor to take into
account. 'Which apparently didn't count to the Watcher,' her cat had
decided with a mental shrug. 'I've got to get him and Marco together.'
She added cocking her head to one side as the Watcher continued to
explain proper library etiquette, which mainly involved not looking at
any of the "special" books without Giles consent and/or leaving your
first born as collateral in case of damage.

Willow was brought out of her silent musings by a hand waving in front
of her face. "Huh?" She questioned with a shake of her head,
discovering that Buffy was now standing in front of her with a curious
look on her face.

"Want to rejoin the rest of us? Or is it really nice were you're at?"
The Slayer asked playfully, wondering what the redhead had been thinking
about for the past five minutes.

"Er.... I'll rejoin you.. here." Willow replied wondering just when
Buffy had moved and where the librarian had disappeared too.

"Good," Buffy replied with a wide grin, insanely happy to have finally
gotten the redhead alone. Giles had gone to a staff meeting, leaving
the two of them in the library. "Ah, Giles wants me to clean things up
here. Want to give me a hand?" She asked with a wave of her hand
indicating the research table behind her littered with the various books
of demon lore that made up Giles's precious collection.

"Yeah, sure no problem," Willow replied with a smile of her own. Her
cat jumping up and down in excitement, 'we finally got her alone!' it
crowed with delight. 'And doesn't that table look comfortable?' The
cat whispered with a purr to Willow's human self, supplying mental
images of the possible future uses for that very table, few of which had
anything to do with
research. Although her cat kept insisting that studying the human
anatomy would be consider 'research' if done properly with the right
partner and lots of candles, and chocolate sauce. 'Can't forget the
chocolate sauce, it wouldn't be studying anatomy without the chocolate'
her cat stressed with glee.

End Parts Six-Eleven.

Next up Rod's book cage scene - for sure!!!!! :)

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.