REPOST: Der Weidedämon (4/?)

["Shadow" <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx>]

Title: Der Weidedämon (4/?)
Author: Shadowlander
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Buffy the
Vampire Slayer;
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Pairing: S/W/F
Rating: PG-17
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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 was 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.

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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.


Shadow --
Dir. of Pub. Safety of the SECoLGA and Chief Dungeon Keeper. Vampire Teddy
Bear and Flying Fox {Fruit Bat} of the Woods Outback. The Big Bad and
Little Comma. Mistress of Mischief, corruptor of the innocent, tormentor of
Quindolyn. Founding Member of the Get Willow and Buffy Naked Society.
{GWBN -- Hey, its a way of life.} Dark Mistress of Weirdness. Yang to
Alex's Yin. Charter Member of the Hand of Chaos, member of the Order of the
Silver Claw of the Highland Werewolves of Gaia. :{