Fic: Chosen 3 (part 2) (NC-17) B/W/T/K/F/J

[Shehulk <shehulk@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Chosen 3 (Part 2)
Author: Shehulk
Email: shehulk@xxxxxxxxxxx
Website:www.shehulk.net
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Buffy/Willow/Tara/Kennedy/Faith/Jenny
Disclaimer: I don?t own any of the characters.
Feedback: All please!
Distribution: Just let me know where it?s going
Spoilers: none.
Summary: This is an alternate universe fiction.
Author's Notes: ....is there really anything I can say to explain this? 
Full moon? Temporary insanity? Too many twinkies?
Part 2

?Ooo, I like you!? Faith slumped into a chair and ran an assessing 
gaze over her new scribe. The neatly tailored suit the scribe was wearing 
would have been the perfect thing for a meeting of stuffy scholars save for 
one thing; it was made of black leather. A fact that had Faith sitting up 
and taking notice. The dark material made already dark eyes black, 
enhancing the pale skin that seemed to glow.
Jenny was well aware of the interest being expressed by her 
slayer, but she stayed focused on the others and the conversation around 
her. If Jenny chose to act on her attraction to the dark girl the she 
would, but it would be her decision. She could see that the young slayer 
was used to getting what she wanted, when she wanted it and that peaked 
Jenny?s love of challenge. We'll see how long it takes her to fall in line.
She turned her attention to her former student, who was sitting 
vary close to her slayer. ?So Kennedy, I see you?re shaking up the status 
quo like always.?
Kennedy blushed and started to pull her hand away from Buffy?s 
shoulder. The blonde slayer caught it and put it back where it belonged, 
her glare daring the older woman to comment.
Jenny laughed suddenly and gave Kennedy and thumb?s up. ?Good for 
you! I always did think that rule was ridiculous.? She tossed her hair back 
and looked at Tara. ?And you would be Buffy?s Second. I've heard a great 
deal of good things about you.?
Tara?s face was aflame and she ducked her head shyly, not answering.

Willow sailed into the room, her expression perturbed. ?I can't 
believe you left me up there.? She plopped down into the Slayer?s lap and 
glared at her playfully.
Buffy shrugged apologetically. ?Sorry honey, but you know they don't like 
me. It?s that slayer thing.?
?Hmm. Funny how that only comes up when there?s trouble.? Willow stared at 
her lover through narrow eyes. ?Still it?s all right. We worked out an 
agreement.?
Something in her voice made Buffy tense. ?An agreement? What kind of 
agreement??
?Swimming pool.?

?We don't have a swimming pool.?

Willow nodded. ?Right. But we will now. And the hobgoblins want swimming 
rights.?
As an image of a green, wrinkled goblin in Speedos ran screaming 
through her mind, Buffy vaguely heard Jenny greeting Willow.
?So you?re the girl that tamed the Slayer. I see your reputation 
is well deserved.?
=================

Once back at Faith?s house, Jenny was pleased to find that the 
hobgoblins had followed her orders and got the lights on throughout the 
house. She looked around the empty expanse and shot Faith a questioning 
look. ?Is this a political statement or an abstract expression of minimalism??
?Just haven't gotten around to getting anything yet.?

?Well I hate to break it to you but most people like chairs to sit 
on instead of floor. And even tables to eat off of. Maybe even a desk to 
write on.?
Shrugging, Faith waved a hand in Jenny?s direction. ?Knock 
yourself out.?
Jenny?s smile was sly. ?Just remember, you asked for it.?

Choosing to ignore the? comment? Threat? Faith smiled at Jenny, her 
intentions obvious as she moved to stand close. ?So, anything I can do to 
make you feel more at home??
Jenny shook her head and traced Faith?s cheek with a finger tip. 
?I doubt it, but I?ll keep your offer in mind.? She strolled out of the 
living room and upstairs to her room.
Grinning, Faith watched her go, confident that she would 
?welcoming? her new scribe soon.
===========

Giles handed the folder to Buffy, his expression conveying its 
contents.
?Ouch. That bad?? She read the outline of portents, signs and the 
cosmic indicators that the Chosen was destined to fall in five days time 
and another called. ?Well that sucks.?
?Of course there?s no guarantee that this will come to pass, the 
signs are merely possibilities?? He stopped and took his glasses off before 
rubbing his face wearily. ?Buffy I??
Buffy raised a hand to silence him. ?Don't. It?s all right Giles. 
You?re just the messenger. So get that guilty look out of your eyes.?
He cleared his throat and spoke quietly. ?It could be Faith.?

?No. Not if I can help it.? Buffy stood and moved to her filing 
cabinet. She unlocked the bottom drawer and dropped the file inside before 
locking it again. ?This stays between us, understand??
?But Buffy-?

?No. I've had a good run Giles. She deserves the same.? Buffy 
wrapped her arms around the taciturn watcher and hugged him firmly. ?I've 
had my second chance. And if a Slayer must die then it?s going to be me.?
===========

Buffy spent the next five days getting her affairs in order and spending as 
much time as she could with her handmaidens. If they noticed the extra 
attention they didn't mention it and Buffy worked hard to keep them 
distracted.
Entrusting Giles with letters to be delivered to her wives and family in 
the event of her death, Buffy began preparing the way for Faith to take her 
place.
She wasn't planning on dying if she could help it but she wouldn't let 
Faith be the one who died either. Faith was only twenty and to Buffy that 
felt like a lifetime. She was the elder, the one with the most experience 
and it was up to her to take care of her younger friend.
Careful study revealed that the Hellmouth was the likely spot of 
the trouble and she designed the coming night?s patrol patterns so that 
Faith would be nowhere near there.

==============


The night spiraled out of control quickly and as Kennedy struggled 
to document the events and stay alive at the same time, she realized that 
she might possibly be going to record the death of her slayer.
The demons had poured from an apparent crack in the Hellmouth 
itself and as Tara and Willow frantically tried to seal the rip, Buffy had 
her hands more than full. The long crack in the earth began to close 
slowly, but there were more than enough nasties out now to overpower the 
slayer.
Kennedy ducked behind a tree and flipped her cell phone open, 
dialing the other slayer. ?Faith! We need you at the Hellmouth now!?
Buffy whirled upon hearing this, dropping her guard. ?No! Kennedy, 
tell her to stay away!? She went soaring past Kennedy?s head, crashing into 
the tree she was just behind.
?Buffy!?

Willow heard the cry and flinched. Please! Please let her be all 
right. She and Tara had almost sealed the tear but they couldn't stop until 
the job was done.
The roar of an engine suddenly added to the sounds of battle and 
Faith?s truck came bouncing over the hill, running down any demons in her 
path. The dark slayer jumped out of the vehicle, a bolt gun in each hand. 
?Somebody call the cavalry??
Three demons went down almost instantly and as a fourth found himself 
starring at a bolt through his chest, the remaining force realized that 
there was a new threat and scattered.
Faith gave a cheerful battle cry and gave chase, her shots true. 
She jumped over the fallen body of a Chaos demon and took aim on one she 
didn't recognize as it ran away. Faith never saw the demon that got her. 
One second she was firing and the next she was in agony.
The scream pierced the night air, freezing everyone with its 
intensity. Jenny was out of the truck in an instant, the crossbow in her 
hands firing into the large demon behind her slayer. The twin arcs of 
energy that the monster was attacking Faith with began to falter and Jenny 
wasted no time in reloading and firing again. The beast fell and she was 
beside the dark slayer. ?Faith!?
Kennedy stumbled as her head swam and she fell to her knees. An 
indescribable feeling was rushing over her, making her nauseous and dizzy.
Buffy sent the head of her opponent flying and had only a brief 
pause between attacks to see Jenny trying to breathe life into her fallen 
friend. No! It?s not her time! She threw herself at the remaining demons, 
her sword nothing more than a silver blur.
The gap was finally sealed, leaving Tara and Willow free to fight. 
Fireballs and shock waves began shooting across the clearing, engulfing the 
fleeing demons.
The battle ended quickly after that, the demons no match for a 
furious slayer and two powerful witches. Buffy threw her stake at the last 
monster with all her considerable strength. It fell and she instantly went 
to her sister slayer. It was supposed to be me.
Jenny was shaking her head as she looked at Tara, an action that 
sent Buffy?s heart plummeting.
A hand rose into the air and grabbed Jenny?s shirt, pulling her down. Buffy 
saw Faith?s eyes open and heard her complain, ?Can we try that again with 
me awake this time??
Kneeling beside the three, Buffy grinned down at Faith, giddy with 
relief. ?Comfy??
Faith shrugged and instantly regretted the action. ?Not really. 
There?s this rock under my ass that?s killing me.?
They eased the slayer into a sitting position and then to her 
feet. Faith was wobbly but moving. ?Hell B. Next time you throw this kind 
of bash, warn me and I'll bring my tank.?
?Yeah, sorry I didn't provide the proper-.? Buffy froze as she 
spotted the crumpled form a few yards away. ?Willow!?
She had no memory of moving but she was at Willow?s side, easing 
the witch onto her back. ?Willow? God Will, please??
Green eyes fluttered open and Buffy could breathe again. ?Hey?ow.?

?It?s okay Will, you?re going to be fine.? She saw Kennedy 
staggering towards them. ?Get the truck Kennedy!?
The scribe nodded and ran for the vehicle, her feet barely 
touching the ground.
=============

Buffy burst into the mansion, barking out orders as she carried her burden 
towards the stairs. ?Kennedy, get the doctor here now! Tara, we need the 
first aid kit, hurry.? She was up the stairs and into the bedroom within 
moments.
Willow couldn't stop the cry of pain as Buffy eased her down onto 
the bed and she immediately chided herself as she saw Buffy?s flinch. The 
slayer stared down at the blood her First was losing and felt light headed. 
?We should have gone to the hospital.?
?It?s not that bad Buffy.?

Looking down at her hands, Buffy muttered. ?Your blood. That?s 
bad.? She mentally kicked herself again for not making the girls stay away 
tonight. You were selfish and now Willow?s paying for that.
Willow ignored the pain radiating through her arm. ?Buffy. This 
kind of thing is bound to happen. You can't protect us all the time.?
?I can try.? She turned to take the first aid kit from Tara and 
stopped, the blood on her hands making her hesitate.
Tara smiled reassuringly ?I've got this Buffy, why don't you go 
wash up?? She sat down on the edge of the bed and helped Willow remove her 
torn shirt.
Willow waited until Buffy had left the bedroom and then dropped 
the spell she had used to conceal her pain. Tara was startled to see how 
pale the witch was and she urged Willow to lie back down. ?Willow? What did 
you do??
?Didn't want Buffy to see? ? Willow looked down at her arm and 
Tara?s eyes followed.
?Oh Goddess!? The entire right side of Willow?s body was covered 
in blood, but that wasn't the most frightening thing. No, that was the foot 
long stake imbedded in her right shoulder.
Willow made a shushing noise. ?Quiet. Now head Buffy off? tellher 
to? wait for the doctor.? Tara was reluctant but was no match for Willow?s 
pleading gaze.
Buffy didn't want to but Tara managed to convince her that her 
anxiety was only adding to Willow?s stress. When Tara returned to Willow?s 
side she cast a quick spell to make sure that there were no other glamours 
being used.
?I couldn't let her see this.? Her breath was coming in shallow 
pants, her stomach roiling from the pain. ?You have to help... It has to 
come out.?
?But the doctor..?

?Buffy won't stay away that long!?

?I don't understand, Willow. Why hide this from her??

Willow wrapped her hand around the wood and grimaced. ?It?s her 
stake.?
?What? How?? Tara caught Willow?s hand, trying to stop her.

Smacking her hand away, Willow hissed in pain and frustration. 
?Buffy threw the stake at the demon? I was behind it. It went through.?
Understanding now, Tara gripped the stake with one hand and placed 
her fingers on Willow?s shoulder around the wound. ?Silentio.? She pulled 
the weapon out, seeing Willow?s head fall back in a scream of pain, 
silenced by magic.
Tara quickly pressed a wad of bandaging against the hole and 
brought Willow?s hand up to hold it in place. She pulled the rest of 
Willow?s stained clothes off and bundled them together with the stake. Tara 
shoved the bloody package out the window and turned to lift the mute spell 
from Willow. She paused, seeing the pain the girl was in. ?Willow I have to 
break the spell now.?
A hesitant nod and Willow clamped her teeth together.

?Sonitus.? Tara ran to the bathroom and filled a bowl with warm 
water, hurrying back with it and a washcloth. She proceeded to clean the 
blood from Willow?s body, careful not to jar her. Once that was done she 
dumped the water in the sink and then returned to remove the bedspread that 
Willow was lying on.
She had just pushed the cover into the laundry chute in the 
bathroom when she heard Buffy and the doctor enter.
The doctor didn't waste anytime in shooing the slayer out again, 
though for a moment it looked like the blonde was going to be stubborn.
Once Buffy was gone, Dr. Frasier turned to Willow and smiled 
knowingly. ?Now let?s see what you?re trying so hard to hide, shall we??
=================

After cleaning and suturing the wound, the doctor ordered bed rest 
for next few days and no strenuous activity. If her eyes were drawn to the 
metal headboard with all its rings and chains as she spoke then it was to 
be expected. She cleared her throat and smiled at Tara, handing her two 
prescriptions. ?This is for a strong antibiotic. I?ve already given heran 
injection of it to kick things off. Make sure she takes the whole 
prescription, even if she?s feeling better. And this one is for pain. I?ve 
given her a shot for the pain already, as well as a muscle relaxant. She 
should be comfortable until the morning but please call me if she shows any 
signs of a fever or nausea.?
Dr. Frasier packed up her things and caught Tara?s eye, motioning 
her to join her outside.
Tara tucked Willow in, seeing the drowsy look creeping over her 
lover?s face. ?I?ll be right back, sweetie. I want to make sure Buffy 
doesn't jump the doctor on the way out.?
?N?kay.?

Once in the hallway, the doctor explained her concern. ?The next 
forty-eight hours will be critical. When I was cleaning the wound, I found 
what I assume was demon blood. She doesn't seem to be reacting at the 
moment but you must watch her carefully.?
?S-Should she be in the hospital??

Dr. Frasier shrugged. ?Truthfully? There?s not much more we could 
do for her there. You?re probably better able to deal with this kind of 
thing than we are. See if you can find out anything about the demon that 
the stake went through. Perhaps you can find out whether or not there 
really is anything to worry about.?
===============

Buffy was wearing a hole in the floor as she waited for the doctor 
to finish treating Willow. She paced off the distance of the great hall, 
trying to get the sound of Willow?s cry of pain out of her mind.
A hobgoblin appeared, carrying a silver tray. Buffy stared blankly 
at the cordless phone a moment and then picked it up impatiently. Doesn't 
anybody realize that we?re having an emergency? ?Hello? Oh, Hi Faith. How 
are you feeling??
Buffy continued to prowl, glaring at the empty staircase periodically. ?The 
doctor is up with her now. Tara seems to think it?s not that bad.?
She banged her foot on the coffee table and swore, making Faith 
laugh. ?Glad I could amuse you this evening.? Buffy ran a hand through her 
hair and exhaled. ?Sorry. I didn't mean to snap. So how?s Jenny doing after 
her first official night as your scribe? Heh. A raise already? Tell her 
that raises are only given after she gets some more experience.?
Buffy blinked as Faith passed on Jenny?s reply. ?Um, I'm not sure I'm old 
enough to hear things like that.? Crimson was washing up her face. ?As a 
matter of fact, I'm sure I'm not. I'm going to go harass the doctor, Faith. 
I'll talk to you later. Night.?
===============

Once the doctor had left and Buffy was upstairs with Willow, Tara 
summoned Giles and Kennedy into the library. ?We need to find out if that 
last demon that Buffy killed had poisonous blood.? She filled them in on 
the doctor?s revelation and they immediately grasped the urgency of the matter.
Soon books were piled across the long table, and the quiet murmur 
of research-mode filled the room.
============

Buffy entered the library the next morning and found Tara, Giles 
and Kennedy slumped in various corners. She gently shook Tara?s shoulder. 
?Tara? Wake up??
Tara came awake suddenly. ?Willow??

Buffy patted her arm and brushed a tangled strand of hair back 
behind her ear. ?Willow?s fine. She sent me down to find you and bring her 
back some breakfast.? She waved a hand at the others. ?What?s with the 
book-cracking??
Tara rubbed her face, trying to wake up fully. ?Um, just trying to 
find out more about that last demon you slew.?
?Why? It?s dead.? Buffy picked up the notebook by the witch and 
scanned the list of facts. She paused when she got to the one about its 
blood not being poisonous to humans. It had been underlined three times. 
Buffy met Tara?s guilty eyes and realized what had spurred the all night 
research mode. She laid the notepad down on the table and drew a deep, 
calming breath. ?You should have told me.?
?W-we weren't sure Buffy. We d-didn't want to w-worry you anymore 
than you already were.? Tara?s hesitant explanation was stopped by the 
press of Buffy?s lips against her own. She sighed, sinking into the caress 
and parting her lips for the invasion of Buffy?s tongue. The kiss deepened 
even more, until her blood was racing and all she was aware of was Buffy.
Buffy ended the kiss and picked the tired witch up, carrying her 
upstairs. As they climbed, Buffy lectured Tara on why it was bad to keep 
secrets and what punishment she could expect to receive after Willow was 
better.
=============

Kennedy stretched as she stood, trying to work the kinks out of 
her back from the long night?s sitting. There was no sign of Tara but she 
thought she heard her and Buffy laughing quietly. She stepped into the 
hallway but it was empty. Shrugging, she went to wake Giles.
Once the watcher had been shuffled off to one of the guest 
bedrooms, Kennedy headed for the kitchen, the rumble of her stomach calling 
her loud and clear. Something to quell the beast in my tummy and then it?s 
off to bed. Gee, I sound like Willow. Giggling at the thought, Kennedy 
realized that she was sleep deprived and not just a little punchy.
She found a glass and filled it with milk, shutting the 
refrigerator door with a bump of her hip. The appliance rocked alarmingly 
and she stared at it in confusion as it went still again. Earthquake?
The room stayed motionless though, so she put it down to uneven 
floors and made a mental note to tell the goblins. Draining the glass, 
Kennedy then set it in the sink, watching in astonishment as it shattered 
in her hand. The sharp flare of pain across her palm distracted her and she 
wrapped a clean dish towel around her hand before heading upstairs for the 
first aid kit. Okay, it?s official. I am a hazard to myself. I have to get 
some sleep.
============

Faith caught Kennedy in her arms and swung her around. ?Hey baby! 
Feeling better this morning??
Kennedy slid down Faith?s body, smiling at the pleasant sensation. 
?Well you certainly are chipper for somebody who died last night.?
?Hey, I?m here now and that?s all that counts. Looks like 
somebody?s been playing with those Number 2 pencils again. I thought Buffy 
took them all away from you?? Faith gently ran her thumb over the bandage 
wrapped around Kennedy?s right hand.
?Eh, broke a glass in the sink last night. I was wiped out from 
the all-nighter.?
?Whoa! You guys had an all-nighter and didn't invite me? I'm crushed!?

Kennedy tapped Faith on the nose. ?Not that kind. We spent the 
night getting down and dusty in the books.? She straightened the edge of 
the gauze around her hand and realized that the tape was coming loose. 
?Drat. Why don't you head up and see Willow? I'm going to go slap more tape 
on this thing.?
She took a moment to watch Faith?s bottom sway its way up the 
stairs before following her up. Kennedy ducked into the bathroom and pulled 
the first aid kit out again, biting back a curse as she knocked the 
peroxide down. The cap was loose and the liquid splashed over her bandaged 
hand, soaking it. ?What is wrong with me?? She cut the now wet gauze off 
and reached for the half empty bottle of disinfectant and poured it over 
her palm, washing away the crusted blood.
Kennedy froze as the wound became visible. Where last night there 
had been a deep gash, now there was only the thin line of a newly healed 
cut. What on earth? She dried her hands and touched the scar, but that?s 
all it was: a scar.
Capping the bottle tightly, she set it and the first aid kit back 
into the cabinet. I better ask the others- A shout of laughter from the 
bedroom made her jump and she heard her name being called. Kennedy 
recognized the pleading call for rescue from Tara and knew that Faith was 
probably tickling her mercilessly again. She grinned at her reflection, 
remembering how the last tickle fight had turned out. ?Kennedy to the rescue!?

==============

Later that night, Kennedy stepped out of the shower and wrapped a 
towel around her head before taking another for her body. She walked out of 
the steamy shower area and sat down at the dressing table, an irked sound 
escaping her as the towel around her chest came loose. Grabbing the ends, 
she started to re-tuck it around her and hesitated as she saw her tattoo. 
Kennedy rubbed her thumb over the mark, puzzled. Is it just me or is this 
fading?
Tara appeared behind her and started the water running into the 
bathtub as Buffy came in leading Willow by the hand. She forgot about the 
mark as she watched them work out the logistics of bathing Willow while 
keeping her bandages dry.
===========

Three days later found Willow restless, bored and itchy. She was 
still forbidden to go outside without somebody with her but at least they 
were letting her go downstairs freely now. The late afternoon sun was 
edging across the floor in the great hall when she entered and the redhead 
smiled happily when she spotted her comfy pillow already waiting for her. 
Willow lay down onto the couch next to Buffy and rested her head in the 
slayer?s lap. ?Me tired.?
Buffy dropped the magazine she was flipping through onto the table 
and began running her hand through Willow?s hair. ?My poor Willow. Shoulder 
ache??
?Mmm. Can we just stay here like this forever??

?Absolutely.? Buffy shifted them so that they were lying together 
on the couch. ?Can?t think of anywhere else I?d rather be.?
Snuggling closer, Willow felt her eyes drifting shut. ?Love you.?

?Love you more.?

?Nuh uh. Me love you more.?

Buffy chuckled and kissed the scarlet head resting on her chest. 
?Go to sleep Willow.?
?You?ll hold me??

?Always and forever.?


=================

Kennedy had been outside watching the bulldozer excavate the swimming pool 
and had idly picked up a rock, flinging it at a fallen pine cone a few 
yards away. To her amazement, she had hit it. Kennedy chose another rock 
and threw it, again with the same results. Wanting to test this new found 
skill, she had headed inside.
She slipped into the training room and took a knife from the 
weapon rack. Kennedy stared at the target dummy a long moment and then 
threw the blade. It sank perfectly into the red heart and she looked down 
at her hands. ?Wild.?
She returned to the rack and within moments had hit the target 
several more times. Her aim was perfect and that was impossible because 
Kennedy knew that she couldn't throw a knife worth a damn.
Only she was.

?I gotta talk to Buffy.?


===========


Buffy listened to Kennedy?s hesitant confession without speaking. 
She was pretty sure she knew what had happened to her scribe but she needed 
to be positive. Picking up the dagger from her desk, she stood up and 
walked to the far end of the room. Whirling, she hurled the weapon at 
Kennedy?s head, hoping she was right.
The scribe stared at Buffy in horror and shock. ?What the hell was 
that?? She waved the blade at Buffy, not realizing what the action meant. 
?You could have killed me!?
Buffy laughed quietly at the girl?s outrage, remembering her own 
reaction to the test. ?Nope. It takes more than that to kill a slayer.?
Kennedy scowled, still not getting it. ?To kill a slayer, maybe. 
But I?m? a?scribe??
?And she catches the clue along with the knife.? Buffy sat down on 
the edge of her desk and grinned at Kennedy. ?Welcome to the club.?
?But I can't be a slayer. I-I-I I'm too old!? At twenty, she was 
positively ancient to be called as a slayer.
Buffy shrugged. ?Yeah, usually a slayer is called before they turn 
seventeen. We'll sic Giles on it. Let him figure it out.?
?So what now??

?Well, you get to start training and I have to order another 
scribe.? She groaned at the thought. ?Better yet, I?ll just ask Willow to 
be my scribe again. Then we only have to get you one.? And I can keep 
Willow safe. And Tara can keep her company and that will keep Tara safe. 
Perfect.
Kennedy dropped into a chair and buried her face in her hands. 
?This can?t be real.?
?Well the knife thing could have been luck I suppose.? She hopped 
down and retrieved a poker from the stand near the fireplace. Gripping it 
between her hands, she bent the iron into a U shape and handed it to 
Kennedy. ?See if you can bend that back.?
Hesitantly she took the misshapen metal and began trying to bend 
it. To her surprise it gave way easily and she stared down at the more or 
less straight poker. ?Oh boy.?
Her whispered exclamation was not one of excitement but one more 
of astonishment. Buffy knelt beside her and placed a comforting hand on her 
arm. ?I know it?s a lot to take in, but I want you to remember that you?re 
not going into this alone. We?re all here with you and we'll help you 
adjust to this.?
Kennedy let the metal fall to the floor and sank into Buffy?s 
arms. ?I guess this means that I can blow my IRA.?
Buffy leaned back far enough to look Kennedy in the eyes. ?I'm not 
going to give you the rose-colored glasses version of a Slayer?s life. You 
know that no Slayer has lived past the age of twenty-five. While that 
doesn't mean that it isn't possible, it does mean that it?s likely we won't.?
Burying her face in the slayer?s neck, Kennedy refused to 
acknowledge this exciting and terrible new truth, wanting to hide instead 
in the strong arms around her. Reason dictated that she deal with this, but 
as she clung to Buffy, she decided that it would be okay pretend for a 
little while.
=============

Faith jogged down the stairs and into the living room, instantly 
having to stop as she found a long leather couch in her path. She looked 
around her in amazement. The room had furniture in it. Not only did it have 
furniture, the stuff actually fit the style of the house.
A medieval tapestry hung over one wall, flanked by crossed maces 
on either side. A large oriental carpet now covered the dark floors and 
Faith was thrilled to see an actual suit of armor standing in the corner. 
?Wicked!?
Jenny glided into the room, smiling at the expression on the 
slayer?s face. ?Like that huh??
?Absofreakinloutely! This is beyond cool!?

Jenny took her arm and guided her towards the next room. ?Wait 
?til you see the iron maiden in the dinning room.?
==============

Buffy exited the bathroom and smiled at the picture before her. 
Willow was tucked under the covers, Tara beside her reading Winnie the Pooh 
to the redhead. Struck by the obvious absence, Buffy interrupted the 
narration to ask, ?Where?s Kennedy??
?I haven't seen her since dinner.? That had been a very memorable 
occasion. Buffy?s announcement of Kennedy?s change had floored everyoneand 
Giles had rubbed his glasses so hard that he popped a lens from the frame.
Willow frowned thoughtfully. ?I saw her go into her room after 
Giles left.?
?Wonder what?s up?? Buffy went in search of her former scribe, 
concerned that she had said something to upset Kennedy. Should have kept my 
mouth shut about the whole short life thing. She knows that already, I 
didn?t have to beat her over the head with it.
She knocked on Kennedy?s door. There was no answer but Buffy could 
feel the slayer beyond. I?m surprised I didn?t figure out what had happened 
to her sooner. She turned the knob and pushed the door open. ?Kennedy? Are 
you all right??
Kennedy was sitting naked on her bed, her knees drawn up to her 
chest.
Buffy sat down next to her. ?What?s wrong??

?I? it?s gone,? She answered miserably.

?What?s gone??

Kennedy straightened her legs out, revealing her breasts. Buffy?s 
eyes dropped and she immediately saw what had happened. ?Oh.?
The mark of the handmaiden had disappeared.

?I didn't do anything, I swear! It was just gone when I woke up 
this morning.?
So that?s why she was so wound up today! Buffy took the new slayer 
into her arms and rocked her gently. ?Hey, its okay. I was almost expecting 
this.? She stroked Kennedy?s hair. ?You?re a slayer now. A power inyour 
own right. You can?t be my handmaiden.?
Feeling the girl in her arms flinch at her words, Buffy spoke 
quickly, wanting to reassure her. ?This doesn?t mean that I don?t want you 
anymore or that I don't love you just as much. That mark is one that you 
might choose to give to your own handmaiden one day. It?s one of the perks 
of being the Slayer.?
Buffy cupped her face and tilted it up to look at her. ?The only 
thing that this changes is that now you?re going to be harder to pin down 
and ravish.? She kissed her, a gentle, reverent caress that made Kennedy 
sigh. ?Come on Tiger, let?s go to bed.?
==============

Giles? only theory to Kennedy?s being called despite her age was 
that with the Hellmouth open as it was that night, the powers that be had 
chosen the closest potential to the situation.
?In all probability it was simply a matter of convenience.?

Kennedy was disgruntled at the conclusion. ?Don't I feel special. 
Chosen cause I was handy.?
Buffy was quick to reassure her. ?If you'll remember, I was called 
in the same town as a master vampire that was trying to rise into power. It 
may just be the way this being called thing works.?
===========

Andrew stumbled up the steps to the front door and promptly 
dropped his suitcase. It clattered back down the stone stairs and he chased 
after it, losing his balance on the bottom and pitching face first into the 
driveway. His briefcase flew into the air, crashed against the stones that 
paved the drive and burst open, spilling its contents in a glorious shower.
> From the now open doorway, Kennedy and Tara watched the flurry of 
papers settling over the lawn with identical stunned expressions. As the 
young man scrambled to his feet and began running after the wind-blown 
pages, Kennedy looked at Tara in horror. ?He?s my scribe, isn't he??
Tara nodded slowly, her expression full of sympathy. ?I think so.? 
She went down to the lawn to help the frantic new scribe collect his things 
while Kennedy thumped her head against the doorframe? twice.
============

Clutching his bulging briefcase, Andrew dropped his suitcase to 
shake hands with Kennedy, stammering apologies for the mess. The battered 
luggage fell open and the front hall fell under siege of a deluge of 
clothes and plastic action figures.
Buffy carefully stepped over the scantily dressed form of a 
Princess Leia slave doll and shot Kennedy a small grin. ?So who do we have 
here??
At the sound of her voice, Andrew spun around and gasped. ?It?s 
you! I mean, you?re her! The Slayer. The first one I mean.?
?You must be Andrew, Kennedy?s new scribe.? Buffy smiled warmly 
and Andrew lost his already tenuous grip on his briefcase. It exploded onto 
the rest of the tangle in the floor. ?Why don't we just leave this here, 
and let the hobgoblins take your luggage up, alright??
Andrew let out a startled scream worthy of any frightened heroine 
in a 1940?s thriller when one of the servants in question appeared. He was 
behind Buffy in an instant, peering out at the small figure suspiciously. 
Buffy bit her lip, hard. Once she had control she turned and took Andrew?s 
arm, leading him into the great hall. ?So Andrew, tell me. How long have 
you been in training as a scribe??
She felt him stop walking as they entered the room and glanced 
over to find him staring at the walls in rapture. ?Andrew??
He walked forward, pointing to the painting closest to him. 
?That?s Elizabeth Brandwyth. Chosen in the year 1858. She was the first 
slayer to be Chosen in America!? Andrew moved to the next portrait. ?Wow! 
That?s Lena Radjabov! She was known for her practice of burning vampires 
with a torch and a mouthful of vodka!?
He didn't seem to be slowing down so Buffy pulled him towards the 
couch and sat him down. ?Obviously you?re well versed in Slayer history. 
How are you are scribing though?? She was only teasing and was surprised to 
see a look of pure panic enter the young man?s eyes. ?What?s wrong??
Andrew blushed furiously. ?I? you see, it?s like this?? He cast a 
desperate look at Tara. ?May I have a glass of water please??
A whimper escaped him as a servant appeared, but he bravely took 
the glass from the tray, though he didn?t breathe easier until the goblin 
had left. He gulped the contents down and then blanched when he realized 
that he didn?t have anything else to stall with. Sighing miserably, Andrew 
stared down at his feet and muttered, ?I?m not officially a scribe yet.?
?I?m sorry? You?? Buffy?s humor was rapidly disappearing. ?If 
you?re not a scribe then what are you and what are you doing here??
Her tone made the would-be scribe cringe and it took a moment for 
him to speak. ?I? There wasn't anybody else available.?
Buffy sat up at that. ?Not available? Why not? Did they stop 
training scribes or something??
?N-no, but none of the others would come.?

?Oooookay. Want to tell us why??

If possible, Andrew turned an even darker shade of red. ?All of 
the other trainees are women. They didn't want to come after what happened 
to the other girls who were sent here.?
Buffy was nonplused. Of all the ridiculous?!

Kennedy had her hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her 
laughter. She saw Buffy?s face though and that was it. Her hand dropped and 
then she was gone. She gripped her sides, as she continued to laugh, unable 
to control herself.
Willow snickered at the sight, adding fuel to the fire. Tara was 
trying very hard, but one look at the blonde slayer?s rising indignation 
and she too succumbed.
Throwing up her hands, Buffy glared at her handmaidens and stalked 
out.

==============

Jenny pushed against Faith?s shoulder; keeping the slayer from 
moving them both back to the bed. ?My you?re in a rush.? She slowly ran her 
finger down the material of Faith?s shirt, her nail pressing through to 
stimulate the flesh beneath. ?Patience is its own reward, dear Faith.?
Gritting her teeth, Faith resisted the urge to simply strip them 
both and get on with the good part. This proved even harder to do as her 
scribe moved to stand behind her, lightly tracing the muscles of her back, 
an erotic scratch of nails against cloth. ?If you don't want to do this 
then just say so. No harm, no foul.?
Jenny gripped Faith?s arm and turned her around. ?You think I'm 
stalling?? She smirked. ?Perhaps you?re right, Faith. Maybe when you?re a 
little older. A little wiser.? She knelt in a poised move and retrieved her 
shirt, slipping it back on and walking to the door. ?I wouldn't want to 
cause you any harm and you?re obviously not ready.?
Insulted, Faith reached past her and pushed the door closed. ?Hurt 
me? What are you, nuts? I?m the Slayer. You couldn't hurt me if you tried.?
Her smile indulgent, Jenny leaned against the door and shook her 
head sadly. ?You see? I said harm, but you only heard ?hurt?. There?s a 
difference Faith. And until you learn that then what I could do to you 
would be too much for you to take.? She patted Faith?s cheek and openedthe 
door again.
Faith shoved it closed. ?I can take anything you can dish out.?

?Oh please! Faith you don't have any idea of what you?re saying. 
Why don't you call Buffy and have her scratch the itch that?s in control of 
your mouth? It'll be better for you in the long run.? Opening the door 
again, she wasn't surprised when Faith slammed it shut. ?Okay, this is 
getting monotonous.?
?You think you can bitch slap me and walk out? Girl, I can have 
you begging in less than five minutes.?
Jenny sighed, her patience wearing thin. ?First off, I'm a woman. 
Not a girl. Second. Yes you probably could bring me to orgasm in five 
minutes. I can also wash my hair in the same amount of time and be more 
satisfied.?
Faith obviously didn't know what she was talking about and that 
saddened her. The problem was one that would lessen with time and 
experience, but Faith would in all likelihood never have either.
?Look, let?s pretend that you?re first remark was correct, okay? 
I'm calling a halt to this. No harm, no foul, right?? She opened the door 
again, and this time Faith didn't stop her.
?Prove it.?

Jenny glared at the Slayer over her shoulder. ?What??

?Prove it.? Faith spread her hands in a wide gesture. ?If you?re 
so damn hot then let?s see it.?
Jenny swung around and laughed. ?I don't need to prove anything to 
you Faith.?
?No??

Her dark eyes were filled with challenge and Jenny could feel her 
palms begin to itch. The urge to wipe that smug expression from the girl?s 
face was strong. Maybe we can both have what we want. ?All right, Faith. 
I'll give you a small demonstration.? She shut the door and pointed to the 
bed. ?Turn around and grip the bedpost with both hands.?
Faith didn't move at first, suspicion clouding her features. 
?What?s the catch??
?You can't let go of the post, no matter what. If you do, then I 
leave and this will never happen again.?
Something clenched deeply within Faith at these words, her body 
reacting as if somebody had just touched the hot spot inside her. She 
nodded, still trying to figure out how two sentences could have her this 
hot, this fast. Turning around, she wrapped her hands around the thick 
wood, wondering what the scribe was planning.
Jenny approached her slowly, giving her time to think, time to 
worry. ?It?s a little frightening isn't it? The first time with someone. 
It?s all new and shiny but at the same time? scary.?
She lightly placed her fingertips on the slayer?s back, tracing the curve 
of her shoulders and back again. ?They don't know what you like; you don't 
know what they like. You don't know what to expect.? Jenny brought her 
hands down Faith?s sides, letting them rest above the waist of her jeans.
Faith shifted her stance, feeling her nipples straining against 
her shirt.
?Will there be pain?? Nails flexed lightly, causing no pain but 
demonstrating the capability of it. ?Or will there be a pleasure beyond you 
wildest fantasies??
Warm breath stirred Faith?s hair as unseen hands brushed it aside, exposing 
her neck. A tiny brush of a tongue that Faith wasn't sure she hadn't 
imagined. Her heartbeat was picking up, compensating for the lack of blood 
in her brain.
Arms slid around her, stroking her stomach, rubbing the cloth of 
her shirt against her. The friction of the material became Faith?s only 
focus as skilled hands learned the front of her body. After what seemed 
like an eternity, deft fingers slipped under the edge of a button and 
twisted it free. Another followed, leaving Faith?s shirt loose, but still 
closed to the bottom of her breasts.
?I?ve always been fascinated with the erotic nature of clothes.? 
Jenny traced the seam down the center of Faith?s body. ?Clothes are our 
shields, our armor. They protect us from the elements and hide us from 
those that we don't want to see us.?
She ran the tip of her finger under the edge of the material. ?So when 
someone breaches that armor?? The finger went deeper, touching flesh for 
the first time. ?It?s a violation of a kind.? The finger moved out and then 
her hand was creeping into the opening. ?A taking.? Her fingers brushed 
across the skin of Faith?s chest, above her breasts, gently, softly.
Faith?s breath was growing shallow, her mind completely focused on 
the words being uttered so seductively into her ear.
Her hand pushed into the slick material cupping Faith?s breast and 
eliciting a groan. ?I am inside your walls. In the places that are hidden.? 
She found the hard tip of a breast. ?The private things that you don't want 
the world to know.? Jenny played with the nipple, as her free hand eased 
the tail of Faith?s shirt up. The slayer jerked in reaction when the hand 
met flesh and Jenny heard the creak of wood under strong hands. Her fingers 
dipped below the waistband and Faith shuddered. ?So many secrets.? A 
fingertip sank into Faith?s navel. ?So many places to seize possession of.?
Faith was hanging on to the bedpost with a death grip; no longer 
sure her legs would hold her.
The hand slowly penetrating the layers of her clothing soon 
reached the heart of her, shielded now with only a tight nest of curls. 
?The final barrier between the world and yourself.? She pushed her finger 
through it and beyond. ?No shield really. No way to stop the penetration of 
your body.? Jenny could feeling the shudders coursing through the girl in 
her arms and smiled. ?Strange hands in private places.? She curled her 
fingers into the wet opening and invaded Faith?s body. ?But now they are no 
longer private. They are mine.?
Faith?s orgasm rumbled up through her like the eruption of a 
volcano, subtle at first, building in intensity until the pressure was too 
much and it had to escape, consuming everything in its path. Her startled 
cry only partly covered the sound of splintering wood and Jenny saw the bed 
post fall as Faith did. She eased the girl to the floor, amazed and pleased 
to see that she was still clutching the wood.
Shaking. She couldn't stop shaking. Wha? How did? Unable to form a 
coherent thought, Faith stopped trying, letting herself float. She was 
vaguely aware of Jenny prying something from her hands and she opened her 
eyes to see her scribe setting the bed post aside. She stared at Jenny, 
bewildered.
Understanding her reaction, Jenny brushed the sweat-dampened hair 
away from Faith?s face and smiled reassuringly. ?You?ll be fine. I remember 
what a mess I was after my first time.?
Faith tried to protest that, but the words were still a bit 
scrambled. Jenny pressed a finger to her lips. ?Shh. Just rest. I'll talk.? 
Jenny moved to lay along side the slayer on the floor, and dropped her hand 
to Faith?s still clothed mound. ?When sex is just here it feels great, but 
there?s another level.? Jenny dropped a tiny kiss to Faith?s forehead. ?I 
wasn't seducing your body. I was seducing your mind. Tonight your mind 
climaxed with your body.?
Once Faith regained her ability to speak, she found that she had 
nothing to say. Jenny had warned her and she hadn't exaggerated, Faith felt 
as if she had been shown something so fantastic that her mind couldn't 
process it. She looked down at herself and chortled. Didn't even get my 
boots off.
Still she knew she should say something so she looked at Jenny? 
who was watching her with knowing eyes.
?It?s okay Faith. You don't have to say anything. I think I'll 
head back to my room and get some sleep. We can talk, if you still want to, 
later, alright??
Frowning, Faith started to protest, ?But you didn't-?

Jenny smiled at the slayer?s naivety. ?Didn't I?? She rose to her 
feet and left Faith lying on the floor wondering how the hell she was going 
to get to the bed.
==================

Xander felt the eyes watching him as he patched the drywall where 
a knife had missed the target. This had been going on since he had arrived 
this morning and he was starting to get creeped out. Whirling, he caught 
sight of his stalker and pointed his drywall knife at the culprit. ?Just 
what?s your problem buddy??
Andrew blanched and tried for a nonchalant shrug. It came off more 
as a nervous spasm but he was too focused on Xander?s eyes to notice. ?I, 
just. That is? would you like some coffee?? His voice broke halfway through 
his question but he gamely persevered. ?I mean, I could get you a cup.. if 
you want one.?
?No, that?s okay I'm fine.? Xander watched him scurry off and 
rolled his eyes. He turned back to the wall and wished, once again that 
they had sent a woman scribe, preferably of the lesbian variety.
====================

Buffy was staring at Faith in confusion. Usually the dark slayer 
was bouncing of the walls before a patrol, but tonight Faith was sitting 
calmly next to Jenny and discussing the planned sweep.
?So what?s going on Faith? You seem? different.?

Faith glanced at Jenny and then back at Buffy, a smirk her only 
answer.
?Oh God. You seduced your scribe.? Buffy groaned. ?The council?s 
never going to let us have another one you know.?
Jenny leaned forward, her hand on Faith?s leather covered thigh. 
?Actually I did the seducing. Just to set the record straight.?
Intrigued, Willow raised a brow in question. ?You seduced Faith? 
Is that even possible? I mean, the word seduce implies a certain amount of 
coercion and Faith,? She waved a hand at the habitually libidinous girl. 
?She?s a walking orgasm waiting to happen.? Willow blanched as she realized 
what she had just said and dropped her head onto Tara?s lap with a muffled 
groan. ?Can we sew my mouth shut now??
Tara patted her head. ?No honey, cause I love that thing you do 
with your tongue too much.?
Willow?s head shot up and she stared at the normally shy girl in 
shock. ?Tara!?
============

Kennedy watched the vampire explode into dust and turned to 
Andrew? who was now hiding behind a tombstone. ?Its okay, Andrew. The bad 
old vampire is dead now.?
His notebook clutched to his chest as if it was a shield, Andrew 
edged out from behind the protection of the headstone. ?R-Right. One 
vampire dead. I'll just, jot that down, shall I?? He gripped his pen witha 
shaking hand and drew a hash mark on the paper.
Sitting down on a gravestone, Kennedy pointed to the one next to 
her. ?Have a seat Andrew. Let?s take a break.? She made sure her radio 
volume was set so she could hear the others and then took the notebook from 
the terrified scribe. ?Okay, we need to get a little more information down 
here than body count.? Taking his pen, she began to write. ?The vampirewas 
male, blonde hair, 5? 11?? or so. His clothes were fairly current so he was 
either a newbie or had good fashion sense,? she joked, trying to draw a 
smile from Andrew. It didn't work. Kennedy made a few more notes, about the 
time of the kill and the location and then handed it back to the silent 
young man.
?I know this is hard Andrew, but the most important thing you 
should remember is that I'm not going to let anything happen to you, okay? 
It?s my responsibility to keep you safe out here and I'm going to do that.? 
She clasped his shoulder reassuringly. ?I'm wondering though why you 
volunteered for this??
He didn't answer at first, staring at his dangling feet. ?I? I 
wanted to be a watcher. Like my granddad.? Andrew shrugged. ?I flunked the 
languages part of the exam.?
?So how did you become a scribe??

?I was hanging around the school, trying to talk the council into 
letting me be a watcher assistant or something when Buffy?s request for 
another scribe came in.? He cleared his throat nervously, muttering, ?I 
swiped the request form from a desk and caught the first plane out.?
Kennedy was shocked. ?You just? made yourself my scribe??

He nodded miserably. ?I know it was wrong! But I just wanted to 
help. To be part of this!? He waved a hand at the graveyard.
Kennedy was quiet as she considered this new information and then 
she started to laugh. Slowly at first, then gaining strength until she was 
howling.
Andrew frowned at her mirth, feeling as if he was the object of 
her laughter.
Finally getting herself under control, Kennedy wiped her eyes and 
smiled at her scribe. ?Well, I guess I'll have to show you the ropes. 
Shouldn't be a problem. I know a little about the whole scribe thing.? She 
stood and pulled him to his feet. ?Let?s go find some more vamps and I'll 
give you your first lesson in observation.?
Not sure whether he should be happy or afraid, Andrew swallowed 
hard. ?Oh. Great.?
=========

Buffy crossed paths with Faith during their sweep. She playfully 
punched the dark Slayer in the arm. ?So how was it??
Faith exhaled and grabbed her heart. ?Blew my mind, B! I've never 
felt anything like that before.?
Surprised at the intensity in Faith?s voice, Buffy teased, ?You 
falling for her?? She dodged the fist swung half-heartedly at her.
?Cut it out. It?s not that?? She fell silent and Buffy realized 
that it might be that indeed. Faith spoke again. ?She? what she did was? I 
didn't even get naked! I was on the floor after, trying to figure out how 
the hell I had gotten there. Jenny? it was like she was inside my mind, 
giving me stuff I didn't even know I wanted.?
The remembered passion made her voice husky, a sound that curled 
Buffy?s toes in delight. ?Sounds like quite a ride.?
?It was a total mind fuck.? Faith grinned, draping her arm around 
Buffy?s shoulders. ?And I hope we do it again real soon.?
=============

Later, after the group had reconvened at Buffy?s a little after 
midnight; Jenny was presented with a very provocative proposal. Faith 
wanted to go ?play? with the others but she wanted Jenny to come along.
While Jenny had been known to indulge in the occasional threesome, 
or on one memorable occasion a foursome, she was not willing to become the 
sixth in an already tangled web. ?Really, Faith, you go ahead and enjoy 
yourself. I'm fine.?
Unsure, but really wanting to spend time with Buffy and the 
others, Faith turned only to swing back. ?Why don't you come watch??
Jenny blinked. ?Sounds appealing but I don't think the others will 
go for it.?
Buffy?s voice echoed down the stairs. ?What?s one more? Comeon up.?

Once inside the bedroom, Jenny was greeted by the delectable sight 
of four naked women. Willow and Tara were sitting on the huge bed and 
Kennedy was standing beside it. Buffy stood at the foot of the bed, half 
glaring, half grinning at Faith. ?Took you long enough.?
Jenny waved her sketchbook. ?Anyone mind if I amuse myself??

Willow and Tara exchanged smiles. ?Not if we get to choose one.? A 
lasting image of a night with the three most powerful women in the world.
Some weird form of manners compelled Buffy to ask again, ?You?re 
welcome to join us if you like.?
Jenny was gracious. ?I can't think of anything more beautiful than 
watching you all together.?
?I can. Could you do the word thing?? Faith looked at the others 
as she discarded the rest of her clothes. ?It?s fuckin amazing.?
Jenny was reluctant. ?Perhaps they have other plans Faith.

Buffy shrugged, interested despite herself. ?No, I'm willing if 
the others are.?
Jenny couldn't help but smile. ?All right, but you have to give 
yourself to it completely or it wont work.? She pointed at Willow and Tara. 
?You two. Stand facing the bed, one of you in front of either post. Grasp 
the bedpost with both hands and don?t let go.
She sat down in the chair farthest away from the bed. ?Buffy, 
Faith, Kennedy. Come kneel in front of me and close your eyes.?
The slayers did as they were bid, feeling their other senses 
sharpening at the lack of vision.
Jenny leaned towards them and began to speak. ?Within each of you 
three lies a hunter. It?s in your blood, in your soul. It calls to you on 
the wind and from the darkness that you dwell in.? She touched a finger tip 
to Buffy?s lips. ?Your muscles move with grace and strength, giving youthe 
speed to catch your prey. ? Jenny ran the finger down Kennedy?s shoulder. 
?You are powerful, you are leaders. Your blood swims with your passion, 
urging you to hunt, urging you to mate.?
She looked at Willow and Tara. ?You?re sense of smell is keen and 
you can taste them on the air.? Buffy?s nostrils flared and she tensed as 
Willow?s distinctive scent filled her senses. The spicy taste of Tara 
rolled across her tongue and her heart began to thud.
?Your prey is frozen, trembling with fear and arousal. Their 
bodies are ripe and ready, urging them towards you even as their minds want 
to flee. The drive to mate swells within you, blinding your mind to 
everything but your needs. Want. Take. Have. They hear you and falter, 
shying away. Want. Take. Have. You can hear their hearts pounding; feel the 
heat of their bodies.?
The slayers were crouched now, minds focused on the overwhelming 
images flooding them. Tara and Willow were shaking, wanting desperately to 
turn around and look, but terrified to. The feel of being stalked was 
unnerving and arousing. A low grunt from behind them made Willow gasp, 
which set off more primitive sounds from the hunters.
Jenny saw the rising tension in the women at her feet and smiled 
in pleasure. So passionate.
?They want to run, and you can feel it. The need builds within 
you, stronger and stronger, taking you over. Want. Take. Have. Chase. 
Seize. Mate. Chase. Seize. Mate. Chase. Seize. Mate. 
Chase.Seize.Mate.Chase.SeizeMate!? Faster and faster until the slayers 
could hold themselves in check no more. With a snarling cry, Buffy sprang 
to her feet and whirled, her eyes locking on her prey. Kennedy and Faith 
were right behind her, their eyes dilated with something indescribable.
Willow looked over her shoulder at the noise and a high sound of 
distress escaped her as she stepped away. The sound and the motion 
triggered the slayers and she screamed as they surged forward.
Jenny watched Buffy and Kennedy grab Willow and through her onto 
the bed as Faith did the same with Tara. The two witches were quickly held 
down as the slayers, clouded with lust, began devouring them. Willow?s head 
thrashed wildly as Buffy buried her face between her legs, her hands 
lifting her up to her mouth.
Tara?s drawn out cry as Kennedy consumed her breasts spurred Faith 
on as she suckled the dampness between her legs. Endlessly the hunters 
played with their prey, teasing them and then pouncing. Tara was lost in a 
sensual storm as Kennedy lay under her, her mouth latched onto her clit, 
while Buffy thrust herself into her mouth. Faith slipped her leg between 
Willow?s, bringing their mounds together and began thrusting, claiming the 
witch in a timeless dance.
> From her position nearby, Jenny watched the display, her hands 
busy as they sketched the erotic beauty laid out before her. Tara?s face, 
drawn tight as her release broke over her. Willow?s breast held lightly 
between Faith?s teeth. Kennedy?s triumphant snarl as Willow?s head bobbed 
between her legs. Page after page was filled as the night continued and 
Jenny had to admit that these Slayers had stamina to spare.
As the sky lightened outside the windows, the activities happening 
on the mammoth bed began to wind down. Willow had fallen asleep some time 
ago, as had Tara, leaving the three slayers. The tone of the play changed, 
as gentle caresses were dropped in favor of rough grasping. The strength of 
each woman allowed the introduction of an intensity that was not possible 
with the witches.
Faith hoisted Kennedy?s legs up over her shoulders and began 
biting and sucking the tender flesh between her thighs.
Buffy had straddled the new slayer?s face and was riding her way 
to orgasm as Kennedy scraped her teeth over the swollen folds above her.
It wasn't long until the room was filled with screams and shouts, 
leaving the slayers collapsed upon each other, replete at last.
Jenny stood carefully, her own legs weak from several orgasms and 
made her way to the bed. She climbed onto the bed and curled up next to a 
sleeping Faith. As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered vaguely if she 
hadn't bitten off more than she could chew?
Nah.


The End


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