FIC: Dark Alliance 1/5

["mike" <wizathogwarts@xxxxxxxxx>]

Title - Dark Alliance
By mike 
SPOILERS: None 
RATING: PG. 
Pairing B/W. 
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all characters belong to 
Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox. 
FEEDBACK: Constructive comments are encouraged. 
SUMMARY: Alternate Universe.  Buffy takes her calling more seriously.


Saturday, March 8 1997

The last days of winter were giving way to milder temperatures as 
two young people stood outside a classroom window of Sunnydale High 
School.  The dark haired teenager smashes a window pane, undoing the 
latch and opening the window.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"  Questions the blond girl 
nervously.

The girl glances quickly to her left, sensing something, but sees 
nothing but shadows.

"It's a great idea.  Now come on."  The boy exclaims as he begins 
crawling through the now open window.

As the girl moves up behind him, with his legs disappearing through 
the window one of the shadows separates itself from the others and 
in the blink of an eye passes by the girls back.  Just as quickly 
the shadow fades away leaving only some drifting dust where the girl 
had once stood.

The boy turned around to help his new found interest only to find 
himself alone.

"Hey, where'd you go?"  He called out, sweeping his gaze left, then 
right and back again.  Silence was his response and there was 
nothing out there but the shadows.

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Cloaked in shadows he waited.  He could hear the voices drift 
through the night air announcing his coming meal.  Slowly licking 
his lips in anticipation, fingers stretching and slowly clenching, 
one for him and one to take home to the master.  A few more steps 
and they would pass by, allowing him to grab them both from behind.  
His body tensed, humming with desire at the coming kill.

The two girls oblivious to their danger, not knowing the terrible 
fate that was just moments away, laughed as they recalled a pleasant 
experience.  As they passed by, a soft wooshing sound startled them 
from their conversation.  Turning, all that was there was a little 
dust caught in the breeze, swirling briefly then settling quietly on 
the dark ground.  Looking at each other they shrugged, smiled and 
continued their journey home unaware of how close they came to 
horrific death.


Predators of unnatural origins roamed the night.  Seeking their warm 
blooded prey.  Lurking in the shadows to pounce on their 
unsuspecting victims, taking from the puny mortals the warm blood 
they craved.  But this night the shadows were not their friend.  
Rather than hiding them, the shadows were alive with something more 
deadly than even their hell spawn selves.  Seven more times that 
night the silent darkness would leave only dust to commemorate their 
final passing.

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Deep in the bowels of the earth, trapped in a cage of his own making 
the creature known only as 'The Master' howled in rage.  He felt the 
passing of each of his children and the pain it wrought drove him 
into a violent fury.

"Luke!  Luke!  Something has happened.  I felt them all pass from 
this existence.  The Harvest is a mere three days away and something 
has arrived to threaten my release."  The vampire screams his wrath, 
his head tilted upwards, arms reaching for the freedom he craves so 
much.

A hulking brute of a beast approaches, quietly going down on one 
knee with head bowed in fear.

"But master, we've had no opposition whatsoever before now.  What 
could cause such damage in a single night?"  The brutish Luke 
offered with bowed head and eyes glancing up warily.

"It can't be but it's the only logical explanation."  The Master 
pauses then almost tenderly places his hand on Luke's head before 
finishing his words.

"A Slayer.  Only a Slayer could wreck this much damage in a single 
night."  His quiet icy words are reluctantly forced from his lips.

Startled, Luke takes his Master's hand while raising his head for 
the first time.

"I'll bring her to you that you may feast, this I swear."  Luke 
pledged with conviction.

The Master looked down with gruesome affection.  "I would enjoy that 
greatly, but I need you for the Harvest.  You are my vessel and I 
dare not risk you.  But now that we know what we're dealing with I'm 
sure we can arrange a nice surprise for the Slayer.  But no more 
this night, it's nearly dawn."

The Master tilts his head slightly up and in a thoughtful tone 
continues.  "Three hours before sunset, gather all my children that 
I may set them their tasks.  The Slayer must not interfere with the 
Harvest.  This sunrise must be her last."

A twisted smile spreads across Luke's misshapen face.  "As you wish 
my Master."  He spoke while trying to guess what wonderful cruelty 
his lord has planned for the presumptious Slayer.

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Darkness shrouded the quiet tree lined street flirting with small 
bits of light from well spaced street lights.  Shadows undulated in 
a slow dance between light and dark, except for one.  One shadow 
that moved with purpose, making its way to the dark upstairs window 
of a quaint house with wood siding.

A single light on in an upstairs bedroom facing the street was the 
only indication that not everyone was asleep.  The shadow merged 
with the darkness of the room as it entered in complete silence.  A 
solid form took shape as it divested itself of its outer covering.  
A delicate appearing hand with slim fingers took a robe from a 
chair, wrapping the trim body with its soft cloth.

Making its way down the hallway, the figure paused in front of the 
bedroom door where the light was still on.  A woman reading in bed 
glanced up as the figure was revealed for the first time that 
night.  Standing in the doorway, a petite blond girl of sixteen with 
dark green eyes smiled affectionately.

"Hi mom.  Home safe and sound."  The words were soft, conveying 
warmth and assurance.

The woman in bed let out a slow breath she felt she had been holding 
all night.

"Thank goodness Buffy.  Any problems?"  She asked only partially 
keeping the worry from her voice.

"No problems unless you factor in why a town this small has nine 
vamps roaming around in a single night."  Her brow schrunching with 
the same consternation that was in her voice.

Then looking up with her face taking on a slight pleading 
look.  "But I'm really bushed.  Can we talk after I get some sleep?  
And I'm in serious need of a hot shower."  The pleading tone in 
Buffy's voice brought a smile to her mothers face.  A smile 
conveying complete trust and acceptance.

"Go, we'll talk after you've had your rest."  Her relief to have her 
daughter home safely shone in her eyes.

Buffy moved to leave, then turned and crossed the room.  Leaning 
over to kiss her mother she spoke with appreciation."  Thanks mom.  
And get some sleep yourself."

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Buffy's nose twitched as the smells of eggs, toast and bacon wafted 
into her room.  Snuggled deep into her blankets, cacooned in sleepy 
warmth her awakening conscience fought between the desires of sleep 
and food.  After several minutes hunger won out and her eyes 
fluttered open followed by a slow luxurious stretch of her well 
toned body.  She then threw the blankets from her body in a 
determined way giving into the eventuality that a new day had 
begun.  

Barefoot but comfortably dressed in her favorite cotton sushi 
pajamas she made her way down stairs, her mood and step improving as 
she approached the heavenly scent coming from the kitchen.  The 
kitchen was awash in noon day light casting her mother in an angelic 
brightness as she finished transfering the fruits of her labor to a 
plate and layed it on the center island just as Buffy was entering.

"Mmmmm, smells wonderful mom.  And you've got really got the timing 
down."  Buffy said with closed eyes and flaring nostrils as she took 
her seat.

"Well it's gotten pretty easy what with your enhanced senses ever 
since your calling."  Her mother grinned placing her own plate on 
the island across from her daughter and taking a seat herself.  "Go 
ahead and eat and when you're ready, I want to hear about last 
night."  

Buffy knew her mother was anxious to know what happened but also 
knew that she would give a better report after she got some food in 
her body.  So Buffy dug in without a word, savoring the delicious 
food with gusto.  When all that remained was half a piece of toast 
and two pieces of bacon she sighed and contemplated how to begin.  
Carefully she began keeping in the fore front of her mind that her 
audience was her mother.

"Well as you already know, my slayer senses went wonkers as the sun 
set last night.  But I followed Merrick's training and mentally 
prepared myself to sense the location of the vamps and be with the 
shadows."  She paused, idly taking a bite from a piece of bacon 
before continuing.

"The first one was masquerading as a catholic school girl breaking 
into the high school with some guy who thought he was going to get 
lucky.  Guess he doesn't know how lucky he really is."  Buffy 
grinned at the thought of what he thinks he missed and the truth.

"Anyway, as he was crawling through a window, I took her from behind 
quiet as can be.  The next was about to take two girls walking 
home.  They heard him combusting but thought it merely the wind.  I 
got seven others before they had even located any prey.  They were 
all keeping to the dark making my job a whole lot easier.  None of 
them even knew what hit them until it was too late."  Buffy finished 
and slowly bit into her final piece of toast that she had wrapped 
around the last piece of bacon.  Savoring both the taste of the food 
and the memory of the clean kills with extreme satisfaction.

Her mother, in spite of her concern for what her daughter was doing 
couldn't help smiling and feel a slight glow of pride.  But memory 
of the concern that Buffy expressed last night about the number of 
the vampires she had encountered was her first question.

"You expressed concern about the number you encountered last night.  
I admit I was expecting this town to be demon free but couldn't they 
have been just a group passing through?"  Joyce Summers asked 
hopefully.

"I wish you were right but from what Merrick taught me it's not 
likely.  They seemed too familiar with the town and anytime there's 
this many, they most likely have a master."  Buffy finished quietly, 
memories of her much too recent failings flooding her thoughts.

"Buffy, I know how much you respect what Merrick taught you but 
isn't it possible that it's just an abberation and you took care of 
all of them last night?"  Joyce continued to press, not wanting to 
think of the greater danger that Buffy would be in if there was 
indeed a master in Sunnydale.

Buffy sat back, taking a deep slow breath in, then slowly 
exhaled.  "Mom, if I assume that it's an abberation and there are no 
more and I'm wrong I could be killed in a trap.  On the other hand 
if I prepare for a master being behind this and I'm wrong, at least 
I'll be prepared for any thing that happens."  Buffy then looked her 
mother right in the eyes and with a calm determined voice 
continued.  "Besides, I've learned my lesson the hard way.  I 
ignored Merricks nine months of training before and people died.  
Including Merrick because he believed in me inspite of my 
stupidity.  I will not fail him again.  I thought you understood 
this mom.  Why are you fighting me on this?"  Buffy finished 
imploringly, tilting her head slightly to the left with her eyes 
softly questioning.

Joyce mentally kicked herself for allowing her own fears to 
undermine her daughters confidence and determination.  She reached 
across and took Buffy's hand before speaking.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart.  It's just wishful thinking on my part.  I 
hate to think of you in danger and my motherly instincts just kick 
in and try and tell me that every thing is ok when I know their 
not.  Ever since that night you broke down and told me all about you 
being the Slayer and that there were vampires and demons  I've been 
fighting against my own internal denial."  Joyce paused, considering 
how to shore things up.  

Before she could though Buffy snorted and exclaimed.  "Yea, at least 
you're not calling a mental ward and trying to get me checked in 
anymore."

Joyce's face flushed with embarrasment at the memory.  "But I didn't 
follow through with it, did I?"

Buffy couldn't help snickering at the memory as of her taking a 
fireplace poker and twisting it into a pretzel to her mother's 
amazement.  Then followed up by fading into a shadow right in front 
of her eyes.

"Well it took a little convincing on my part to stop you."  Buffy 
grinned mischeviously.

"Oh god, and after your little demonstrations I can't believe I let 
you talk me into going to a cemetery with you.  After that vampire 
crawled from his grave and you turned him to dust I was this close 
to checking us both in."  Joyce held her thumb and forefinger a 
hairs breath apart in front of Buffy's face.

Buffy's voice took on a nearly desperate tone as she beseached her 
mother.  "But the point is why I broke down.  I broke down because I 
screwed up so bad just because I wanted to be normal so dad wouldn't 
leave.  Well it didn't work.  He's gone and I've learned to accept 
that I'm not normal.  But I won't accept screwing up again."

Joyce responded to her daughter with quick clarifications.  "Buffy, 
there is nothing about you that is not normal.  Being the slayer 
just makes you more."

Buffy sighed dejectedely.  "I wasn't talking about being the 
slayer.  I was referring to how I was trying to pretend that I 
wasn't attracted to girls, a lot.  And if I hadn't been trying so 
hard to be a sociably acceptabe straight girl so that dad wouldn't 
hate me I wouldn't have screwed up and got Merrick killed."

Joyce sighed, then spoke calmly trying to convey as much comfort and 
love as she could.  "Buffy, being who you are is completely normal.  
Denying your nature is what's not normal.  You've accepted that 
you're gay.  Now you just need to understand that being gay is not 
abnormal.  The only way you could be abnormal would be if you 
continue to try and be something you're not."  Still holding Buffy's 
hand she squeezed it reassuringly.

"Be nice if dad thought that way."  Buffy hung her head sadly.

"Honey, I wish I could tell you that your father would accept you no 
matter what, but I can't.  On the other hand I don't know for sure 
that he wouldn't.  It's something that you're going to have to 
discuss with him yourself.  But no matter what he does, it doesn't 
change that you are an incredible, loving, caring and wonderful 
young woman.  And I love you for who you are, not what your father 
or anyone else thinks you should be."  Joyce reached to tilt Buffy's 
head up so that Buffy could see her smile and hopefully the 
unconditional love she felt for her daughter.

Buffy sighed and slowly smiled in resignation to her mothers 
determined onslaught of encouragement.  "Well in a town like this 
it's probably a non issue.  If there's any any other lesbians here 
they're probably so deep in the closet nothing would bring them out."

"Well dear, in a town that shouldn't have had any vampires but turns 
out to be overrun with them who's to say that there's not a large 
and active lesbian community here."  Once Joyce got on an 
encouragement kick, she really had trouble stopping.

"Yea right mom.  I can see it now.  Right between the chess club and 
glee club is the rainbow sisterhood."  Buffy giggled at the image 
and quickly asked her next question.

"So, oh great knower of all things gay.  How should I dress my first 
day of school.  Butch or femme?"  Buffy smirked at her mothers 
little gasp.

Quickly recovering, Joyce pounced on an answer.  "Buffy, you might 
be the big bad slayer but you are totally femme."  Joyce hesitated 
for a moment.  "But of the domineering, got to have your own way 
kind of femme."  She couldn't help but burst out laughing as Buffy's 
lower lip extended into a magnificent pout.

"Enough now."  Joyce place both her hands atop Buffy's.  "Tell me 
how you're going to handle this master.  I'm all ears now."  She 
then tilted her head and raised her eyebrows to let Buffy know she 
wanted to hear what she had to say.

Buffy looked at her mother and recognized the assuring expression 
and internally sighed in relief.

"Well... I prefer to catch them before they can set up their trap.  
They should still be together someplace secluded.  Then I use the 
crossbow to take some out from a distance.  This should disrupt them 
and cause them to break ranks looking for me.  When they break 
ranks, I take out the smaller groups as quickly as possible without 
revealing myself.  Hopefully by the time they regroup I'll have 
trimmed their ranks enough to pick the rest of them off again with 
the crossbow.  If they don't break ranks, they'll try to encircle 
me.  But since they can't see me, that won't be easy unless I get 
careless.  Merrick said they don't adapt well and that I should use 
their natural instinct to lash out and attack against them.  If I'm 
patient and they don't all head off in all directions I should get 
them all."  Buffy gave a big sigh and leaned back in her chair while 
giving her mom what she hoped was a confident smile.

Joyce pondered what Buffy had said for a minute.  "Well I know you 
won't get careless but what happens if they do the last part, just 
take off in all different directions?"

Buffy chuckled as she imagined a couple dozen vamps all scattering 
like roaches.  "Kinda depends on how many there are.  If there's a 
lot of them, I'm going to be home reeeeally late.  Chasing them all 
down won't be easy but it's actually safer for me.  It will just 
take a lot longer."

Joyce was torn as to which scenario she would prefer.  She kept her 
face placid while trying to decide if she wanted her daughter home 
early but with greater risk or less risk but she'd be up late 
worrying that her baby wouldn't be home at all.  She then smiled and 
picked up her glass of juice.  "Here's to them scattering but 
there's only a few of them."

Buffy quickly grabbed her glass and clinked it to her mom's.  "I'll 
definitely drink to that."  But in the back of her mind she didn't 
have much hope of things going so easily.

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Twenty-four of the Master's remaining thirty-one children slowly 
departed the dark cavern that imprisoned the grotesque creature.  
They had received their instructions on trapping the Slayer and 
ending her life.  It was also made abundantly clear to each and 
everyone that failure would not be tolerated.  Either the Slayer 
died this night or they did.

They emerged quietly into the dark cemetary. Twenty-four monsters of 
the night with a mission, to kill a Slayer.  Robert was in the lead 
determined to not fail his master.  He looked back to insure that 
everyone was following in position and satisfied himself that they 
were.  The sun had set an hour previously and the winter night was 
calm and quiet.  Not even a breeze stirred the trees that abounded 
in the darkened graveyard.  A moonless night further hid their quiet 
progress as they glided across the well kept lawns.  Robert began to 
revel in the power he felt commanding so many of his bretheren.  
Surely their was no way they could fail he told himself and thoughts 
of slayer blood caused his demonic passions to swell in anticipation.

A poofing sound broke the stillness of the night and an involuntary 
cry of alarm arose from back in the ranks.  Robert quickly turned, 
just in time to see another of his bretheren mysteriously turned to 
dust.

"Separate!"  He yelled the predetermined command per the masters 
instructions.  Twelve previously designated scattered quickly and 
raced away to join again at their final destination.

The ten remaining all turned and spread out.  Robert scanned the 
darkness searching vainly for some indication of the slayer's 
whereabouts.  The line of vampires slowly spread, widening their 
search area as they slowly advanced.  Robert jerked his whole body 
to the right as another exploded into dust.

"To the right, quickly before she gets away."  Robert called and his 
orders were followed with swift precision.  But before they moved 
even a couple yards another was removed from their ranks to the far 
left and as everyone turned again towards this new attack the 
vampire just to Roberts left froze, his heart transfixed with an 
arrow.

Robert's anger swelled within, cold desire flashed through his 
thought's as he cried out.  "She's got a cross bow.  Spread quickly 
apart and try to surround her."  But they still had no idea where 
she was as they all moved to follow Robert's command.

Robert seethed with desire for the blood of the Slayer.  His anger 
flaming his base desires.  Robert never felt the higher emotions of 
mercy or compassion and what he called love was only a twisted 
expression of selfish desire.  But he could and did feel hunger, 
lust, anger and in the presence of his master total abject fear.  

But as another of his charges dissapated in dust with only a broken 
cry of pain to announce his passing Robert began to feel those same 
tendrils of fear intermixing with his rage and anger.

He searched the darkness and shadows desperately, urging his 
remaining troops on.  His voice beginning to waver as he issued 
short tert commands while his cold body began to feel the icy fear 
of inevitable destruction.

Robert looked back to the left and his eyes exploded in disbelief as 
he found no one there.  He staggered a few steps desperately looking 
for those he knew should be there protecting his flank.  He sucked 
air one more time into his dead lungs to voice a desperate cry.

"Where have you gone.  You can't abandon me!"

His blood chilled in his body as an all consuming fear pervaded his 
mind.  Turning back to his right to marshall his remaining brethern 
he discovered only the quiet of the night and shadows that 
approached like stalking lions.

With distended eyes he forced his legs to move at incredible speed, 
born on the wings of fear.  He felt the cool night air breeze over 
his body as he put distance between himself and the silent death of 
the graveyard.  He began to feel safer as he charged into the 
darkness between the trees just before he felt the painful tearing 
and rendering of his unbeating heart as final death in the shape of 
a sharpend wooden stake slammed into his chest.

A swirl of dust was all that remainded as a singular shadow sped 
away into the night.

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The designated twelve had regrouped in the industrial wharehouse 
district.  Their patience was awarded with the appearance of a lone 
girl walking home from the Bronze night club.  They captured her and 
took their positions as the master had instructed them.  They fully 
expected Robert to appear at any moment to announce the death of the 
Slayer.  But if the Slayer showed instead they were confident that 
the Master's trap would succeed.

Two of the twelve stood in the middle of the alley, holding the 
frightened girl between them, blood dripping from her neck.  Fear 
paralysed her, only silent tears slowly flowed down her face, tears 
she shed for her inevitable demise.

The other ten held their positions, expecting to be relieved but 
nonetheless prepeared for battle.  Their anticipation of both 
desires warred within their dead cold breasts.  Yet they waited and 
a terrified girl silently wept.

Buffy looked down upon the trap set for her.  Hidden in the shadows 
she marked the position of each vampire.  Ten encircled the open 
area, hidden in the shadows of the surrounding buildings, all with 
their backs to the walls.  While she analyzed the situation, her 
heart thudded in fear as she beheld their helpless victim.  Her 
enhanced sensed heard the barely stifled sobs that occasionaly 
escaped the poor girls throat.  The only time she felt fear this 
night was fear for the safety of the girl.  She knew that if she 
started to take out the perimeter guards, it would increase the 
danger to the girl.  All her senses screamed that she must protect 
her.  She knew her first priority was to get the innocent to safety 
and protect the girl with her her own life.  She couldn't risk 
playing it safe because she knew in her heart that the girl would 
die before she could reach her if she took the safe route.  The only 
way was to take out the two holding the girl first and then wisk the 
frightened girl to safety, or at least some place where she could 
protect her.  She made up her mind and slipped away to set her 
desperate plan in motion.

The two holding the trembling girl felt her fear, but fear of their 
master was the only thing keeping them from driving their slavering 
fangs into her tender throat.  They had already tasted of her sweet 
blood to prepare her as bait.  That appetizer had only wet their 
appetites for more, but obedience kept them in check.  So they 
waited, occasionaly licking their lips, their hunger carefully kept 
in check.  They both scanned the darkness around them, ignoring the 
tempting morsel held between them.  

Their gaze took in all the darkness, except for that on the ground.  
They expected something that could be seen, something that would 
appear upright.  They didn't expect a shadow that slowly crept 
across the ground like a ghostly fog, unseen until it creeps up your 
legs, chilling your flesh with its cold vapor.  But that pleasurable 
discomfort was denied them.  The only and last thing they felt was 
the sharp pain caused by two stakes piercing their backs.

Buffy caught the girl as she fell and disappeared quietly into the 
dark.  The surrounding guards quickly noticed the loss of the two 
and a couple of them observed the disappearance of the girl into the 
shadows.

"That way"  One yelled as he took off in pursuit.  The rest 
followed, close on his heels, bloodlust urging them on.

The leader stopped at the head of the dark alley, a darkness so deep 
that only those spawned in the depths of hell could see.  And see 
they could, the narrow alley, the high walls and a mysterious 
shadow, blending almost imperceptibly with the darkness.  Almost, 
but not completely.  A portion the dark was slightly lighter than 
the rest.  The Slayer was unable to fully hide her charge.  So 
focused on the lighter darkness, the ten slowly advanced.  They knew 
their was no way out.  They had the Slayer trapped.  But their 
mistake was they thought the shadow they could see was the Slayer.  
What they didn't see was the crossbow aimed with dileberation from 
the darkness just to the side of where their gaze was fixed.  

Their slow advance stopped as their lead suddenly dissapeared in a 
cloud of dust.  And before they could recover, another left their 
ranks in the same manner.  Now only eight, the ones in front 
questioned the wisdom of their current positions.

> From behind their was one who still had his wits about him.  "Charge 
quickly before she can reload!"

Another was gone as they began their charge and then another before 
they closed on the Slayer.  Six remained to reach the end of the 
alley and then two more expired without even seeing the stakes that 
ended their existence.  The next two stopped in shock at seeing 
their leads disappear unexpectedly and thus were totally unprepared 
for the sword blade that separated their heads from their body's.

One of the reaming two, the one with the wit to call the charge, 
dived forward.  Low to the ground to split the Slayers attention.  
He grasped wildly, having realized the she could not be seen.  As he 
heard the soft sound of his remaining support being extinguished his 
clawed hand contacted the warm leg of some one standing.  With 
instinctive reactions, his claws racked out to grasp and slash with 
deadly intent.  To his momentary gratification he heard a hissing 
sound, the indrawn breath of someone feeling pain.  But his moment 
was merely that as a razor sharp blade separated his head from his 
shoulders.

________________________________

Buffy waited in the shadows, watching the EMT's load the girl into 
the ambulance.  She waited until they left, their flashing lights 
disappearing into the night.

With the girl safely away, Buffy gathered herself and slowly made 
her way home.

Buffy strained to maintain her self in the shadows as she leapt up 
to her window, entering quietly, ignoring the searing pain in her 
thigh and the blood freely dripping down her leg.  Once inside, she 
let go her spell that kept her hidden and sat slowly on the end of 
her bed.  Taking a deep breath, she made a decision.  She decided 
not to hide her injury and ask for help.

"Mom, I'm home" She called out.

She heard her mother's quick steps down the hall and blinked her 
eyes against the sudden light as her mother flicked the wall swithch 
upwards.

"Buffy, are you all right..."  Joyce's voice died as she looked at 
her daughter removing her head covering and then took in the blood 
dripping down her leg.

"Oh. My. God."  Joyce fell to the floor in front of her daughter, 
placing her hands on her injury.  Desperately examing the injury to 
her precious Buffy.  

Buffy place her hands on her mother's head, willing her to look at 
her face and not her injured leg.

"Mom, it's not that bad.  But I could use your help cleaning it up.  
Could you get the med kit out of my closet and I'll tell you what to 
do."

Joyce nodded and quickly retrieved the medical kit.  Following 
Buffys calm instructions, Joyce helped her out of her clothes and 
attended the wound.  After cleaning the wound and taping it closed 
followed with bandages, Joyce helped Buffy into a loose night 
shirt.  After easing Buffy into bed, she crawled in next to her, 
resting Buffy's head on her shoulder.  Very softly she stroked 
Buffy's hair and in moments her little girl, the Slayer sighed and 
fell into a deep sleep.



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