FF: Tireseus: Sins Of The Body: Chapter Four

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Series: Tireseus 
Title: Sins of the Body 
Chapter: Four 
Rating: R 
Pairing: Willow/Buffy 
Spoilers: Anything is up for grabs. 
Timeline: This is probably around season three. It takes 
place during school year after the cycle. 
Beta Readers: Scotty Welles 
Shadow Mage 

Summary: A spell sends Willow's life spiraling out of control, and 
no matter what she does things only get more and more complicated. 

Disclaimer: So not mine 

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CHAPTER FOUR 
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The ocean based wind soothed her tense muscles, leaving her mind
completely worried and alert. It had been three hours, and Willow
hadn't come home once. The Slayer in her wanted to go out and search
the town again, but the best friend in her wanted to continue sitting
on the porch in waiting until either Jenny or Willow got back. 

The woman she lov... Her best friend had her in a panic of worry. The
last few days had been incredibly hard on her, and it only seemed to be
getting worse. 

The murders in particular were gruesome and useless. The only
connection between the victims was that they were popular and loved to
pick on anybody that breathed wrong. Which in her opinion narrowed the
possible list of suspects down by five, if even that much. The entire
school hated them, even their so-called 'friends'. 

"What are you doing here?" Willow's voice broke into her reverie. "Not
that I don't want you here, because I do. I just mean, why here
instead of the Bronze or the library or even your house..." 

(** Quick question, Aeris. Is "the Bronze" a club or local hangout on
the show? I've been assuming as much, just curious. **)

She looked up at her best friend, and searched for any sign that she
was hurt. "I was worried." 

The look of horror on Willow's face set off her 'Spidey Senses'. The
witch seemed to get control over herself and shut off her emotions. Or
most of them. She could see the nervous way she was shifting her eyes.


"Worried? Nope, nothing to be worried about. I'm fine, perfectly
totally 100 percent fine. Yep, that's me. Fine Willow. Well, fine as
in good, not fine as in 'oh she's so fine'." 

Okay, now she knew something was seriously wrong. The question was
what. "In that case, why don't we head over to the Bronze?" Where I
can keep an eye on you. 

"I'm really tired." Willow forced a yawn. "See? Tired. I should go
to bed. Right now, in fact." 

"Oh. I-I was really hoping we could use the time to reconnect." She
ducked her head and watched Willow melt out of the corner of her eye. 
"After everything's that happened, I'd hoped we could try and move past
it." 

"All right. Just let me put my stuff in my room." 

She stood up and followed the redhead inside. Something about her
friend was sending her inner alarm into overload. Even the way her
friend was holding herself was off. She stopped at the bottom of the
steps and watched her friend go into her room, then silently followed. 

Angling her body, she saw her friend removing an old-looking dark brown
leather book. Willow bent over and slid it under her mattress. 
Backing away, she went back downstairs in deep thought. What was that
book? Why was Willow hiding it? She had no idea, but she was going to
find out. 


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The burning, pulsing bodies gyrated into each other. The strobing
lights forced the throbbing heavy fog in her mind to blind her need to
stop the events unfolding around her. The only anchor holding her in
place stood firmly beside her. The blonde Slayer casting futile
glances at her, trying to discern what was going on. 

She cast her emerald eyes over the mob of hormonal teenagers, pausing
on the short, dyed-haired male moving towards her. His blazing, shy
eyes met hers in a spark of heat that she'd only felt in Buffy's arms. 
A shy smile met him, as he stopped in front of her, blushing slightly. 

"Willow I..." 

"Can we talk?" she interrupted 

He blinked and nodded, carefully controlling his emotions. "Sure." 

Willow ignored the flare in Buffy's eyes, the way the Slayer's body
tensed, the red that crept onto her neck, the promise of death that was
on her face as she scowled at Oz. Pushing her way through the crowds,
she led him outside, careful to stay close to the door. 

"Is something wrong?" 

"Yes. I haven't been telling you the truth." 

Oz didn't seem to be to affected as he shrugged nonchalantly. "About
what?" 

"Vampiresarereal,I'mbothaguyandagirl,andIknowitsoundscrazy,butIreallylikeyouandwanttocontinuedatingyou."


Oz blinked once, twice, and a third time. "Okay," he said.

"Okay?!" she repeated. "I just dumped a shitload of weirdness on you,
and that's your big reaction?"

"Hey, it's all a matter of perspective," he said with a sheepish grin. 
"Vampires are real, Brittany Spears is still popular. Life is scary
all over." He leaned closer. "As long as that last one still applies,
I'm happy. I really like you, too."

Willow felt herself grinning broadly, almost blushing with relief. 
"Umm, don't you want to know about me being both a guy and a girl?"

"Okay, that one kinda confused me," he admitted. "What did you mean? 
Is it some kinda medical condition, like you're a hermaphrodite or
something?" 

"Uhh, not exactly..." She sighed. "There's magic involved, long
story. Short version is that I can shift between a male form and a
female form. I'd show you, but I don't want to freak you out. You're
not into guys, are you?" 

"Not really." Oz smiled again, showing the first sign of emotion that
week. "So you can change into another body, huh? Like a werewolf?" 

"Well, I don't scratch myself with my feet or howl at the moon, but
yeah, I suppose you could..." She paused when he didn't smile at her
joke. "What's the matter?"

He looked embarrassed. "I'm a werewolf," he said, matter-of-factly. 

"Oh." His admission surprised her, but she took it in easily enough. 
She'd been through too much craziness in her life not to.

"I'm not dangerous," he assured her. "I've got it under control."

"Okay," she said, adjusting to this new revelation about her friend. 
"Well...nobody's perfect."

That made him laugh, lighting up his face. "Make a hell of a couple,
don't we?"

"Yeah," she teased, laughing along. "We could switch forms and pass
for a boy and his dog."

Oz made another joke in response to that, but she didn't hear it...

She gasped as the heavy fog engulfed her, reaching out. She felt the
feel of smooth skin, the smell of expensive perfume the kind that only
Jamie wore. The long, midnight black hair sweeping over the track
star's shoulder as she leaned over the second floor stairwell... 

She flinched, screaming out as she felt the cheerleader fall over the
railing. Her lean, firm body smashing into one of the tables. 
Splintering upon impact, the thick metal pole driving through her spine
and chest. Screams of horror split through the night air as the vision
faded, leaving her back in the Bronze, drawing stares from the young
people dancing and drinking around her.

Bolting out the door, ignoring the questions from Oz and Buffy, her
lungs heaved and her heart pounded against her ribs as her feet pumped
against the sidewalk. Another young woman had been murdered before
reaching adulthood, while she flirted and toyed with the emotions of a
good friend. No more, she vowed. This thing had to be stopped, and
from her talk with Giles, she knew the only way to stop it. 

It had to die. And there was only one way to kill it.

The most difficult choice she had already made for her. 


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Oz raced after her, the distance between them growing with every block
they ran. He knew where she was going, knew the direction, the path. 
She was headed for the ocean, but why? What happened back there? 
They'd been having a good time, getting to know each other even more
deeply, happy in each other's company despite those harsh looks
Willow's blonde friend kept shooting them. Then, without warning,
Willow had freaked out and ran away, sobbing that someone else was dead
and it was all her fault. Was she right about another death? How did
she know? And how was she responsible? 

The beach line came into view, and he sped up. No sight of the woman
he was falling in love with. No sign of her at all. The water broke
in front of him as he dived in, still clothed. His arms cut through
the tide, his eyes desperately searching for his friend. 

Blackness seeped around him, forcing him to feel out with his hands,
diving deeper and further in. Forms appeared and disappeared around
him, until he reached the bottom. Hands scraped against rocks,
planets, against fish, cloth... 

He dug his hands into the cotton-like material, his lungs screaming for
air, he started towards the surface. Another pair of hands found his
and helped take the load. He squinted in the water, noticing the
blonde coloring as they emerged. 

Buffy took Willow into her arms, crying her friend's name and checking
for a pulse. The sharp intake of breath gave him his answer. 

Ignoring the blonde, he grabbed Willow, and headed for the shore. His
arms were never stronger as he lifted the body out of the water. 

He kneeled by her body, tears streaming down his cheeks. As Buffy
leaned over her body beginning CPR, he howled at the night sky. He
couldn't lose her, not now. Oh please, not now. 

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