Snippet: A Time To Kill

["sochankitsune" <annelise@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Am very busy RL right now,
But I thought I'd share a snippet.

Anne-Lise.

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Her head ached. The raw light hurt her sensitive eyes, and she 
scratched at the painful wound in her right arm. Her questing fingers 
discovered a long splinter of wood she remembered as having come from 
her coffin when she'd dug herself out of ground. She ripped it free 
with a grimace. Pain. She'd only remembered pain as a distant 
fleeting memory, one she'd been all too glad to transcend.
But now she was back, and pain was once more her erstwhile 
companion.
Everywhere she looked, things seemed slightly familiar. She'd been 
here before, long ago. When, she couldn't quite recall. All her 
memories were beyond her, out of reach, mocking her through the 
frosted glass of time. How long had it been since she'd last walked 
these moonlit streets? No idea. And now she hungered.
She followed her feet, stumbling along a roadside devoid of 
traffic. And yet there were people, and those that resembled people 
yet were subtly different, all around.
Her voice, choking and rusty from unuse, cleared as she called 
out, "Excuse me, but where am I?"
Two from the crowd approached, sure of themselves. Confidence 
radiated from their aura, their swagger. "Welcome to Sunnydale, 
little girl!" One laughed.
She looked up into his altered face and gave him an innocent smile, 
before punching him in the neck so hard, her hand exploded through to 
the other side, showering his companion with gristle and gore that 
burned a little as the vampire exploded into ash.
"The hell?" The other vampire gasped as he backed away, one hand 
brushing frantically at his cheek.
She let him run. Sunnydale; The hellmouth. Now she remembered. She 
had a duty to do here, a job to fulfil. And a Slayer to kill.

*

"Hey, Willow, can I come in?" Buffy knocked on the bedroom door.
The muted sobs slowed and stopped. "Its your house," Willow called 
out, petulantly.
"Don't be like that," Buffy sighed as she entered. Willow looked up 
and saw Buffy's beautiful eyes were red-rimmed from where she'd been 
crying too.
Willow opened her arms, and Buffy entered her embrace. "I'm sorry," 
Willow whispered as she shared a kiss with Buffy.
"I'm sorry too." Buffy replied as their lips parted. "I hate it when 
we fight." She looked across at the window, gazing beyond at 
nothing. "But the making up is fun!" She declared and turned to give 
Willow a good tickling.
"Its nice to know the world's in such safe hands!" Dawn declared as 
she walked in on the pair moments later. Willow was trying to fend 
off the Slayer with a pillow, whilst Buffy's clothes had fallen askew.
Buffy looked at Willow, and saw the same mischief in her eyes. She 
rolled forward, leaped, and grabbed a hold of Dawn.
"Hey!" Dawn squealed. "Let go!"
Buffy's arms snaked around her sister as she held her in a tight 
hug from behind. Willow slowly approached from the front.
"Please," Dawn giggled. "No tickling!" Her voice wavered as she saw 
Willow's mouth approach her own, and she held out no resistance as 
Buffy's tongue traced the edge of her ear.
"No tickling," Buffy agreed with a husky voice.

*

Although disjointed, her memories continued to assail her mind with 
lurid imagery. Pleasure and pain, fights and passion. She'd had such 
fun back when she was alive. Why should such a minor thing as her 
death prevent her from continuing where she'd left off? She used to 
own this place, and now it owed her something.
"Slayer?" She called, as some might call out to their wayward 
pets. "Oh Slayer...?"

*

"Buffy!" Dawn squealed as she orgasmed. "Stop, oh please, enough 
already!"
Buffy's head emerged, her face slick with perspiration and 
more. "Do you think she means it?" She asked Willow.
"Oh, I'm not sure..." Willow grinned back as she slowly drew the 
tassels of her crop across Dawn's breasts.
"No, really," Dawn sighed as she slowly came down. "Tomorrow's a 
school night."
Buffy blinked. "I'd forgotten. You're right." She looked 
crestfallen.
"Its okay," Willow said as she helped Dawn up. "I'll take care of 
your sister."
Dawn's eyes contributed to her dampness as she leaned forward to 
kiss Willow, a kiss beyond friendship. "Thanks you guys," she 
said. "You're the best!"
"Anything to help!" Willow smirked. She watched Dawn retreat to her 
own room.
Buffy mused, "She whines a lot less since we started having sex 
together."
"I know," Willow agreed. "I don't know if I could have stood it much 
longer, if Anya's vengeance sense hadn't revealed her jealousy... It 
could have been messy."
Buffy nodded. "Still, all's well that..." A tinkle of breaking 
glass came from downstairs. "No rest for the wicked," she sighed.
"Go play," Willow encouraged. "I'll keep the bed warm."