FIC: "The Vampire Slayer: Section 3" NC-17 By: Joshua (V, SC, and Torture)

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Section 3
`Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock!'  Someone rapped on Giles' door.
The mid-forty retired British Watcher stepped out of his kitchen
alcove and walked towards the door.  Taking precautions that living on
the Hellmouth instilled in its more knowledgeable citizens, Giles
peeked through the peephole before opening the door.  It was Willow.
He opened the wooden door wide and greeted the young hacker with a
broad smile.  She in turn gave a shy smile that was custom for Willow.
She even waved her hand `hi' before speaking.
"Hi Giles.  I'm sorry to disturb you at this late of an hour, though
for us, meaning the Scooby's and with Buffy being the Vampire Slayer
and having to slay at this time of night, it might not really be
considered late, I mean, you're her Watcher and you have to check up
on her when she gets done with patrol, so I guess its really not that
late because you have to stay up later than most people because you
have to report what Buffy does and everything and&"
"Willow?  Was there something I could help you with?" Giles
interrupted, feeling that they would be there all night if he let her
actually try and finish that thought.
"Uh, is Buffy here?" she asked, smiling shyly again, having been
embarrassed at getting caught babbling again.
"No, she's not.  Though she is due back in from her patrol very
shortly." He answered briefly.
Willow seemed to lose some of that shyness there.  "Well, uh, do you
mind if I wait here for her?  I have to talk to her about something."
Willow asked, being very cryptic.
Giles stepped back from the door, leaving it open, and walked back to
his desk.  "No ofcourse I don't mind." He said as he walked.  Inside,
Willow was beginning to get nervous, but outside looked the same to
anyone as Willow.  When Giles noticed that Willow hadn't come inside
yet, he looked up at her, surprised somewhat.
Willow gave Giles a kind of goofy grin and said, "Uh, you mind if I
wait inside?"  She almost fully expected him to guess right then what
was going on.  She had figured out what was wrong with Buffy from the
second that the Slayer had spoken to her.  And here, Giles was a
Watcher, trained to train the Slayer to identify vampires.  She was
sure the jig was up, until&
"No, ofcourse I don't mind.  Come on in.  It's just that hardly any of
you don't just barge on in here with little or no warning anymore. 
It's nice to see that at least some of you still have some manners."
He explained as he went about clearing papers and books from his desk.
Willow smiled her predator's smile and walked inside.  When Giles
turned back towards her, she quickly dropped it and almost made haste
for the couch, which was where she usually sat when helping with the
research.  Giles gave her a peculiar look, but for the most part
ignored it as he went about organizing several things.  Five minutes
later, another knock on the door, Giles moved to get it, but before he
could even blink, Willow was there, opening the door.  It was Buffy.
"Hey Wills, didn't expect to see you here.  Hey Giles, sorry I'm late,
but I ran into a couple of nasty vamps, and it took me a while to get
through it all." Buffy said as she stood just outside of the doorway.
Giles stepped forward, and grabbed his journal off of a shelf,
preparing to write in it later, and sat it on his desk.  "Well, why
don't you come in and we'll discuss it&" he was suddenly interrupted
by the phone ringing.
Buffy stepped in, and Willow whispered to her so that Giles couldn't
hear.  "How do you do that?" referring to the way the Slayer got
people to invite her in just by standing there, whereas Willow had to
work to get her invitation.  Buffy just shrugged and moved over to the
couch.  "Just lucky, I guess," she replied to Willow in a low voice.
The phone, a portable, was on a coffee table by a recliner, across
from the couch.  Giles had been standing by his desk when it began to
ring.  He managed to answer it just after the fifth ring.
"Hello?" he said.
`Giles?  It's Angel&I've got to talk to you.  Are you alone?'
Willow and Buffy's ears perked, as they were able to hear what Angel
was saying with their vampire hearing.  They both pretended to be
reading left over books while really listening in on Giles' phone
conversation.
"Um&relatively." Giles answered.
Angel, apparently believing that was enough, continued.  `Giles,
something's happened.  You remember that evil vampire Willow that
showed up a few weeks ago?'
"How could I forget.  But I thought we sent her back to her home
dimension, why bring her up now?"  Giles asked.
`She's back.  I don't know how, I don't know why, but believe me,
she's back.' Angel responded.
"How&?" Giles began, then stopped and asked something else.  "How do
you know this?"
The line was silent for a full minute.  Then, `Oz is dead.  He was
killed by a vampire in the back alley behind the Bronze.  It wasn't
too long ago from now, so I was still able to smell the two vampires
that did it.  One of them smelled exactly like that vampire Willow.'
"And the other?" Giles asked, suddenly very pale himself.  He glanced
over at Buffy, and especially Willow, she would be devastated to hear
about Oz.
`I'm not sure.' Was all the response that Angel gave.
"All right.  Call the police and paramedics, I'll be there as soon as
I can.  I take it you're still at the Bronze?" Giles asked.
`Yeah, but Giles, Oz is dead.  The paramedics can't help him.' Angel
responded.  Willow, despite herself, smiled a little when he said that.
All Giles said in response was, "I know.  I'll be there in a few
minutes."  He hung up the phone and rapidly explained to the girls
that he had to leave immediately, and told them to stay there until he
got back.  He was out the door before they could offer any kind of
response.
Willow frowned.  "Well, there goes dinner." She said sadly.  Buffy
looked at her, a giggling smile forming on her face, and then caught
the redhead's eyes.
"What?" Willow asked.
Buffy's smile broadened and then she tackled Willow onto the couch and
began to kiss her, and kiss her, and then began to grope and kiss her.
Willow, smiling through the kisses muttered, "Oh," and then responded
in kind to Buffy.  Fairly shortly the clothes began to fly.
Meanwhile, while the erstwhile lovers were finding themselves, Giles
was already at the Bronze, claiming the body for the police
investigation.  He then, after much and seemingly endless mind numbing
questions later, pulled Angel aside to converse on what Buffy called
"Slayer" business.
"Angel, how long was he there before you got to him?" Giles asked.
Angel, as emotionless yet mournful as he always appeared to be, shook
his head slightly.  "I don't know.  Maybe ten, maybe twenty minutes. 
An hour at the most.  Despite having experience and expertise Giles,
I'm not that much of an expert on how long a body has been lying there
dead.  I can tell you that he was afraid, and that he was there for
less than fifteen minutes, because&because&"
"Because that's the least amount of time the human body needs to be
dead before it goes&cold." Giles finished when Angel couldn't continue.
Giles looked at Angel.  Angel was staring at the ground.  He was
obviously blaming himself for what had happened.  He also might have
been thinking about Buffy's feelings, but Giles had been around the
souled vampire long enough to know that there was something else. 
"What is it Angel?" he asked softly.
A sudden look of concern and fear crossed Angel's face, though he
still did not look at Giles.  Whatever realization he had just come
to, he did not like it one bit.  In fact it looked like he was
absolutely terrified.  He was silently shaking his head back and
forth, muttering something.  Giles could barely make out what he was
saying, "No&no&it&can't be&no&no&it&can't be&no&no&" and so forth. 
Finally, Giles had had enough.
"Angel!" he near shouted.  The startled vampire looked up, looking far
paler than he ever had before.  "It's Buffy," he says in a
near-whisper.  "What?!" Giles exclaims.  "It's Buffy," he repeats, and
continues to do so until Giles shouts at him again.  Then, all of a
sudden, everything about Angel's frightened and startled demeanor
disappears, only to be replaced by that of his vampire nature.  Angel
stares intently at Giles, then he steps uncomfortably close, smelling
the startled Watcher.
When Angel detects the identical scent, he immediately knows what has
happened, and knows how lucky Giles is to be alive.  "Angel!  What is
your problem?  I mean, really!  What is wrong?  You look like you've
seen&well, two bloody ghosts!" Giles exclaimed, ofcourse-taking Oz
into account.
"Worse Giles.  Much, much worse." Angel said quietly, almost
mournfully quiet.  "What do you mean?" Giles asks, genuinely
concerned.  Angel looks the much younger, though older looking, man
directly in the eyes.  Everything about his expression, face, and eyes
says he is being quite serious.  "Giles.  Buffy and Willow are dead. 
Willow was the one who did this, but Buffy was there also.  Both of
their scents are on that cloth that was over Oz's face.  It was all
Oz's blood though."
Giles paled far worse than Angel had been several moments before. 
Angel was concerned that he would pass out, but he steadied himself,
and asked another question.  "How do you know that it's our Willow? 
Or that Buffy might still be alive, but chained up somewhere?  We've
got to find them&we've&got to&"
He stopped himself when he realized.  Both Buffy and Willow had been
at his house.  And he had invited them in!  What's worse, is that they
probably came straight to his house, right after murdering Oz.  He
just realized how lucky he had been that Angel had called, and that he
had left when he did.  "Oh my God." Was the last comment to come from
Giles lips, before he promptly fainted, Angel just barely catching him
before he hit the pavement.  He was about to go and get one of the
paramedics that were still here, until he noticed a strange figure in
the distant shadows.
It was unusual because it was a short longhaired, possibly blond,
young woman carrying something that looked like a much larger body
over her shoulders.  Angel had the unfortunate choice now, of
following what looked like vampire Buffy taking another victim, or
getting help for Giles, or running home and saving his own hide, as
that the sun was due up in less than thirty minutes.  He ran as fast
as he could for the far off shadows.  But by the time he got to where
it had been, the woman, or whatever it had been had disappeared. 
Rather than chasing nothing, Angel ran back to the paramedics and got
them to help Giles, before hightailing it back to his mansion lair.
About three hours before Angel saw that dark figure in the alley way,
back at Giles' apartment, the two vampire loves were just recovering
from their first ever lesbian sexual encounter, vampire or otherwise.
Amazingly, they had both managed to remain on the couch, despite
various reactions.
Buffy was sitting up, obviously the one to recover first, and was
drawing invisible circles on her lover's smooth pale white abdomen
with her fingertip.  Willow, who was wide awake, had a smile plastered
to her head.  Ironically, it was identical to both normal human
Willow, and vampire Willow.  The first having the smile whenever
something good surprised her that she never saw coming.  The second
whenever she just got through with an extremely satisfying torture
session.  Never seen on the show/episode.
Buffy, while occupying her hands, and a couple other body parts, was
staring quite intently at her Willow's face.  Her Willow.  She really
liked the sound of that.  About two seconds after Giles had left was
the merger of demon and human personality complete in Buffy, and it
was apparently beginning to take hold in Willow, as some of the things
that the fiery redhead had done to the strong blond were nothing that
Willow would ever do, though apparently could.  While a few of the
other things were so intense and personal and passionate&and
imaginative, that no demon could have ever come up with them.  That's
how Buffy knew that Willow loved her, and was in love with her.  How
she kept running across traces of Willow, but despite the aspects that
weren't all "Willow," it was put into a way that was meant to pleasure
and invoke the Slayer.  Buffy knew she hadn't made a mistake turning
Willow.  But she was beginning to wonder about her decision to take
Giles out next.  Maybe she should have taken out Xander or Cordelia
instead.  She wanted to save Angel for the very last.  She was going
to enjoy paying him back for everything he did to her.  Good and bad
alike.  Most especially for the bad.
"What are you thinking about?" Willow asked suddenly, breaking the
Slayer out of her thoughts.
"Oh, not much.  What with having a dead brain and all," the blond
smirked at her own joke as she repositioned herself so that she was
lying on top of the pale girl, with her chin on the vampires' chest. 
Not getting much of a laugh out of her lover, she continues.  "I was
wondering if it was such a good idea coming after Giles next, instead
of going after somebody else."
"Who else were you thinking of?" Willow asks idly, knowing full well
who the Slayer's targets were.
Buffy smiled brightly at the question.  Then a sudden thought struck
her.  The smile and happy contented expression vanished from the young
woman's face as an intense look of concentration replaced it.  Willow
noticed the change, and keeping the same plastered smile asked, "What
is it Buffy?"
Buffy laid there for another moment, and threw a lopsided grin at her
friend.  "An idea."  With that, she quickly gets up, and dresses,
minus underwear.  Being immortal, and a reanimated body, she no longer
had to worry about trivial biological concerns of sagging breasts,
periods, or diseases.  Good thing she "died" young.  Once she's
dressed, she quickly pecks Willow, and grabs her jacket on the way to
and out the door, but Willow quickly stops her.
"Buffy!  Where are you going?" Willow exclaimed in a panicky voice as
she moved with vampire speed to grab Buffy's arm.  She couldn't have
cared less that she was naked, in a stranger's home, or that she was
completely vulnerable.  All she cared about was that her Buffy was
leaving without an explanation.
Buffy turned to look at her, and her heart nearly broke, had it not
already been.  The expression on the young vampires face was a picture
of pure loss and terror of that loss.  She quickly wanted to do
anything she could to erase all of that from her true love's face. 
"Oh Wills!  I'm so sorry!  I completely lost my head!  I'm so sorry! 
I wasn't running out or anything like a one-night stand.  I could
never do anything like that to you!  I love you, and I'll never leave
you!  Never doubt that!  I'm never going to abandon you."
Willow immediately relaxed, but she kept as much of the "scared girl"
face as she could, but Buffy could tell that she was much reassured by
her words.  "So, where are you going?" Willow asked, but in a far less
panicked tone, and more an accusatory one.
Buffy smiled, she knew her little witch needed her.  There was no way
she would ever abandon this child, this daughter, this creation of
hers.  No matter what became of them.  And she had just realized that
she couldn't be all "romantic" and spend a lot of time on surprises
this early in their relationship.  Trust and love had to be nurtured,
she couldn't expect Willow to blindly obey her, even though it might
rip both their hearts out, and then run stakes through both.
"I was going to get some late dinner, since Giles left.  But I also
wanted to take care of something else before dawn, just so we don't
have to worry about certain other responsibilities.  I love you." She
kissed a very naked Willow on the nose.
Willow finally broke down, and smiled giggling.  "What kind of
responsibilities?" she asked innocently.  "I love you more," she added
and then nipped the slightly shorter woman's bottom lip.
"Well, aside from choice freshness in my pickings, I thought that it
would be a good idea if I got my mother to come over, just so she
won't worry.  You know how she tends to worry, don't you?  I love you
no matter what." Buffy said, just before kissing the nude Willow full
on the mouth.
Once the blond Slayer let up, the reddened witch considered what she
had said.  The more she thought about it, the more she smiled.  As her
smile was about to split her entire head open, she said, "Are you
going to keep her to yourself, or are you gonna bring something home
in a doggy bag?  And what about my family?  I love you forever."
Willow then wrapped her arms around the vampire Slayer's neck and
kissed her as deeply as she knew how.  (We'll see that Willow is going
to develop a slight&obsession with the word doggy.)
When the two parted for metaphorical breath, Buffy moaned, "Oh god,
Willow."  "Don't you mean Goddess Willow?" the redhead responded in
whisper.  They laughed despite themselves and their little game, and
the effect it was having on both of them.  Getting back to the young
one's question, "Actually, I wanted to torture her a little.  You
know, say a few goodbyes, and watch her cry and beg, and
boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.  Besides, it's so much better when we share
in the kill.  Or, at least I'm hoping it will be.  Anyway, isn't your
family away on business or something boring like that?  I love you
more times than you can say the words."  She then took Willow's face
gently between her hands and proceeded to give the inexperienced
hacker the most sensual and fulfilling kiss that either had ever
received or given, to that date.  Two minutes later, Buffy pulled back
to see Willow's eyes still closed and her lips slightly puckered from
her own lips.  She smiled, sensing that she had won whatever game they
had been playing at.
Finally Willow came out of her trance, shaking her head slightly and
opening her eyes with a wide grin.  She wasn't going to give up that
easily.  "Actually, my mom was working late tonite, and my dad is away
visiting his sister, my aunt Petunia.  They'll be back in a few hours,
with my aunt coming for a visit for a few days.  Do you think we could
kill everybody together, all at once?  Even Giles?" There was an
almost innocence in the way she asked the question.  Like a child
asking for more candy.  She added quickly, "I love you just as many
times as you can say it, and one more time."  She then vamped out, and
playfully nipped and teased Buffy's neck.
"Hmm, that's nice," Buffy murmured.  She answered Willow's question by
pulling the redheaded vampire up, vamping out herself, and then giving
her a passionate pointed lip-lock that left them both literally and
metaphorically breathless.  As they broke it off, Buffy said in a
surprisingly clear and calm voice, "I'll see what I can do.  But for
now, I'll bring Mom over here, so we can keep a good eye on her.  I'll
swing by and pick Faith up too.  Then I guess we'll just wait for
Giles to come home."
Backing up slowly from the woman that she desperately wanted to throw
down and make wild and passionate love to, again, Buffy looked human,
and grabbed the child's chin with her hand.  Looking from brown eye to
glowing yellow eye, Buffy said in a clear, strong, and loving voice,
"I.  LOVE.  YOU.  Nothing will, nor can ever change that Will.  I'll
be back in two hours.  Maybe less if I have motivation to return."  As
soon as the last word left her mouth, vampire Willow pulled the Slayer
back to her in a full body embrace and a heated kiss that Buffy almost
completely forgot about going anywhere, except to a place where she
could be with her Willow.  Fortunately, the computer genius vampire
kept her head and pushed the blond away slightly, after their kiss,
and said in a highly seductive tone, "I'm not going to be wearing
anything until we get me that new wardrobe, and we can't go shopping
without your mom, it would be rude.  And don't forget, I get to make
Faith scream when you bring her back.  And if you hurry, you might be
screaming to, but not in pain, mostly."
Buffy was almost drawn into another long kiss, but keeping the
screaming in mind, also confident that Willow would still be naked
upon her return, Buffy instead pecked the vampire's lips, and was out
the door and down the street before Willow could blink.  The vampire
Slayer ran faster than anything else could move all the way to her
former house, where her mother was actually still awake and in the
living room.
As she approached the porch, an unbidden thought came to her.  `What
if I can't get into my own house, now that I'm a vampire, this is
still Joyce Summer's house, and through family, Buffy Summers', but
does vampire Buffy still count as Buffy?'  Confused by the very
phrasing of that thought, Buffy shook her head, made sure that she
looked human, (obviously not with a mirror), and approached the front
door.  About a half second before her hand would have reached the
doorknob, the door opened of its own volition, with Joyce being the
one holding it open.  Surprisingly, there was a smile on the
middle-aged woman's face.
"Buffy!  I thought that was you!  Well, don't just stand there like
I'm Spike or something, come on inside, before you catch a death of
cold!"  (Sorry, I just couldn't resist) Joyce exclaims as she hurries
the unknown vampire inside.  Well, that leaves the whole `could I have
gotten in without an invitation?' question unanswered, but still, the
point was to get inside, Buffy thought to herself.
Catching on to what the older Summers woman said, Buffy could barely
resist rising to the challenge of the retort.  "Mom?  Did you just say
`catch a death of cold'?  You did not just actually say something that
Giles considers an ancient saying, did you?" She said in her `mother'
tone, her voice dripping the sarcasm and teenage angst of dealing with
a parent.
Joyce Summers blushed a rosy scarlet all across her face, hinting at
the blood rushing to her head, a sound that the vampire easily heard
as clear as running water.  She grinned sheepishly as she closed the
door and then took a long look at Buffy.  "Buffy, are you feeling all
right?  You look awfully pale, even for the late nights you've been
running since Faith&" she stopped there, knowing somewhat how her
daughter felt about the other Slayer.  She then just finished with,
"Are you feeling all right?"
Buffy smiled, in a particular way that indicated that she said she was
not happy, but sadly amused, and shrugged her shoulders.  "Yeah, Mom,
I'm fine.  Actually I feel a whole lot better than I have for a while
now.  I was over at Giles, checking in from the patrol.  Willow was
there, so we&hung out for a bite&I mean, bit.  We hung out for a bit.
Yeah, just me and Willow hanging&with Giles ofcourse.  And not in the
sense of hung, like hung from a rope dead kinda sense, but more the
modern term of stayed with and enjoyed each other's company, kinda
hung.  I'm shutting up now, before I shove my foot all the way down my
throat."
Joyce smiled again, `Same old Buffy, always tripping over her words,
just like her mother ofcourse.'  She shook her head slightly, in that
parental way that says that the child just did something really cute,
but its nothing to laugh about, way.  "So how was patrol?" she asked,
turning back to the kitchen.  "Are you hungry?  I can fix you up
something real quick if you are.  I remember Faith saying something
about being hungry or something after Slaying before&"
Buffy entered the kitchen just after her "mother", and leaned on the
counter of the island in the middle of the floor.  Buffy smiled in the
same way her mother had, but when used for parents.  "Yeah, or
something, Mom."  She giggled slightly as she thought about all the
talks she and Faith had about being "hungry and horny" after a good
night of Slaying.  Faith usually tended to take care of the horniness
first.  Buffy smiled as she thought of where the dark-haired Slayer
was now.  `Too bad that Faith won't be doing much more Slaying, but
I'm sure that Willow and I can still take care of those&tendencies
she'd always get.'
Buffy turned back to her mother, as the woman was looking in the
refrigerator for something to feed her dead daughter.  She decided to
answer the questions, "Well, not much really happened tonite on
patrol.  I got five, maybe six vampires before I was forced to take a
rest.  And you don't have to go to any trouble for me Mom, I got some
take out with Willow."  She put an unusual emphasis on the word rest.
It was not lost on Joyce, though it's true meaning might have been.
"Oh, well you're all right, aren't you?" Joyce asked, abandoning the
open refrigerator, and turning her concerned eyes on her only
daughter.  (There will be NO Dawn in this Universe).  Suddenly the
calm homemaker mother underwent a startling transformation, into an
angry, protective mother.
"I knew you were staying out too late.  Buffy, I know this is your
destiny and all, but I am seriously worried right now.  Mr. Giles is
pushing you too far.  He's keeping you out until barely 3 or 4 in the
morning, and you still have school, and then there are those extra
training sessions after school.  I hardly ever get to see you anymore,
and here you are, it's almost 3:45 in the morning now, and you're
looking paler than I have ever seen you look before, except for that
time that I embarrassed you in front of Xander by flashing your
underwear in front of him and Rupert."
"Mother!!" Buffy exclaimed, her white cheeks blushing temporarily pink
at the memory.  She was now looking forward to her time with the older
woman and her new lover.  As much as Buffy would miss the kind woman
who had been her mother, she could not be allowed to live.  Buffy had
thought briefly of turning her, having an eternal motherly companion,
then had almost immediately dismissed it.  Aside from having to put up
with whatever motherly concerns and tantrums that would survive the
demon, Buffy could not imagine doing that to a woman as kind as her
mother.  It just&would not be&right.  Yet, all the same, she could not
be permitted to live, as she was the only family connection, aside
from Giles, which actually cared for her, thus would miss and look for
her.  Best to take care of it now.
Buffy suddenly changed tactics, as she realized the late hour.  If she
wanted to get back to Giles' with both her mother and Faith, then she
would have to hurry.  "Actually Mom," she said after her mother turned
back around to close the refrigerator, "something did happen on patrol
tonight.  Well, something that you might like to know anyway, but
nothing to make too big of a deal over."
"Oh really, what?" Joyce asked as she turned back around, to see her
daughter gone.  "Buffy?"
"This." Buffy said from behind her.  Joyce turned quickly to see her
fair-haired daughter standing calmly behind her, with yellow eyes, a
rigid forehead, and slightly pointy teeth, of those that were actually
showing.  It took about thirty seconds for Joyce's thoughts go from
`What did Buffy want to tell me?' to `Wait, isn't that a vampire right
in front of me?' to `Yes, but what is a vampire doing here?  Buffy is
supposed to be here?' to `A VAMPIRE!' to `Don't worry, Buffy will
protect me' to `Wait, if Buffy is here, and that is a vampire, then
that means that Buffy is a vampire' and finally to `OH GOD NO!  I
can't&my baby&oh what have I done&no, Giles did it!  He did this to
her!  I'll kill him.  Oh, but not if Buffy kills me first.  RUN!!' 
That was an interesting reaction, no?
About three seconds after Joyce realizes these things, she tries to
run to the kitchen door, behind her.  Unfortunately, she is not quite
fast enough, as Buffy grabs her by the back of the neck, and using her
vampire enhanced Slayer strength, hits a pressure point that knocks
the woman out, without breaking her neck.  Usually you see the same
thing in Spy movies when they karate chop the back of someone's neck,
and that person falls to the floor asleep.  Or you could look at it as
the Slayer's version of the "Vulcan Neck Pinch."
The older Summers woman falls limp in the stronger one's arms.  Buffy
quickly gets her into a fireman's cradle, and briefly considers
getting some clothes or other supplies, but one look at the clock
tells her to hightail it to Willow's house, where she left Faith tied
up.  She gets there in about four minutes, running the whole way with
Joyce over her shoulder.  Having already been invited in, even though
Willow is now technically dead, Buffy quickly breaks in the front
door, and makes her way upstairs to the formers room, where Buffy
finds Faith exactly as she left her, except awake.
Faith had woken up feeling extremely weak.  When she finally came to
full consciousness, her first thoughts were, `Where am I?  What
happened?' and `Why am I tied to a bed with my clothes on?'  Shortly,
she begins to remember, going on a small errand for the Mayor, running
into B as she made a quick pass through one of the cemeteries (just to
keep her cover going for a while longer), and then something else. 
She had tried to get B talking, trying to psyche her out like she had
been doing since she switched sides, but the elder Slayer had just
stood there, staring at her.  That's when Faith opened up with her
Slayer senses, and she knew, oh God, she knew!  As soon as Faith
looked in the blond girl's eyes, the vampire Slayer knew that she
knew, and just nodded her head.  Despite believing herself to be the
better fighter, and being able to take out any vampire in Sunnydale in
less than 20 blows, Faith knew that she was dead if she fought Buffy
like that.  So she ran.  She ran as fast and as hard as she could, to
the only place that she still felt safe, the Mayor's office.
She hadn't even made it out of the cemetery.  "Oh come on, Faith. 
You're not scared are you?" Buffy said as she seemingly just appeared
in front of Faith.  "Know what?  I think you are.  I think you're
scared of little old Buffy kicking your ass, and not just kicking your
ass, but killing you.  Just like you killed the Deputy Mayor.  Kind of
ironic, isn't it?" Buffy paused at this, waiting for a response from
the halted Faith.
"What is?" Faith asked, playing along for now.  Her voice held little
tremble and much bravado; she was trying to be strong, stronger than
Buffy, or at least buy herself enough time to get any kind of help.
Buffy smiled, it was a cruel demeaning smile that Faith had seen on
many faces, many times.  She knew she was dead.  "That you, a
murderer, who tried to get me blamed for that by the way, will be
killed yourself.  But not by a car accident, a gunshot, or even a drug
overdose, those are way too mundane anyway.  Everybody gets killed by
them, right?  No, you, you get killed by the very thing you were born
to kill.  And not just by any vampire, but no, the very Slayer that
called you to your destiny to begin with.  I guess it's true what they
say; `I made you, and I can destroy you'."
With that, the blond Slayer vamped out and attacked Faith with a
flying roundhouse.  Faith put up a pretty good fight, she thought. 
Until Buffy got in a few lucky good shots, like thirty.  Then Buffy
landed her a nasty left hook, and Faith saw stars, and then fell into
the void.  The next thing she remembers is being tied up in Willow's
bedroom, watching as Buffy and her kissed on the bed.  Briefly
mistaking this as foreplay for actual sex, she thinks she might be OK
if all vamp Buff wanted to do was have a go in the sack with her and
Red.  She was quickly proved wrong as Willow got up, and began to walk
towards her, vamping out as she and Buffy spoke of Slayers, Watchers,
who they were going to kill, and especially how they planned to keep
Faith chained up for 60 + years to prevent anymore Slayer's from being
called.  Then, Willow biting her&unusual warmth, followed by a
startling chill, and then blackness, and waking up in the same room,
tied to the bed.
When Buffy walked in with someone draped almost casually over her
shoulder, her panic soared.  It wasn't until she tried to scream that
she realized that she had been gagged as well.  She was struggling as
much as she could, hoping to break whatever was holding her so she
could try to run again.  Even though Buffy was still right there.
"Oh pipe down runt!" Buffy practically shouted.  She laid her mother
down next to the struggling Faith, who finally saw whom the vampire
had been carrying.  She had brief thoughts that it was another vampire
that Buffy made to drink from her, but one look and seeing that it was
Joyce Summers, Buffy's mother, Faith knew that the older woman was in
the exact same boat as she herself was in.  Though the brown, blond
highlighted haired woman might be considerably lucky, because Buffy
would only kill her.  Faith knew that she would be Willow and Buffy's
food supply until she finally gave out, and being a Slayer that could
be a considerably long time.
Faith stopped struggling when she saw that it was Joyce beside her. 
Secretly she had admired the kind woman, so very much different from
her own mother.  She actually cared about her daughter, yet didn't try
to control her life, or insult her, or get drunk until she passed out,
and did it again when she woke up.  Faith could have liked her, if& 
If what? Faith asked herself.  `If I hadn't accidentally killed a man?
If I hadn't run away from my problems?  If I had actually let B get
to know me?  If I had asked her to be there for me?'  Faith was on the
verge of tears as she realized that she had looked upon this woman as
a mother, and now they were both about to die.  She started wishing
with all her heart for a second chance.  She might even become a nun
if God got her out of this.
Finally, Faith noticed that B had untied her from the bed, and was
tying her feet and arms together to prevent her from getting away. 
Faith noticed that it was some kite string that B was using to tie her
up, as well as with her mother.  Faith should have been able to break
the string with her Slayer strength, but she felt unnaturally weak,
she realized it was due to the blood loss.
Then, just before picking up both of the deceivingly heavy women,
Buffy leaned over Faith, looking human.  "Nighty night, F." she said
sarcastically, as she harshly grabbed the younger Slayer's neck and
held until the brunette passed out, like Joyce had.  Then, in a feat
displaying her great vampire enhanced Slayer strength, Buffy picked up
first her mother in a fireman's hold, and then worked Faith onto the
other shoulder.  Grunting as she left through the open window, Buffy
knew she had to hurry, otherwise Willow might get bored, and a bored
Willow was a dangerous Willow.
About half way back to Giles', Buffy, who had been trying to run with
the two women but just couldn't, had to stop to take a break.  Aside
from that first meal from that tasty little shop girl, and drinking a
little of Oz's blood from Willow's lips, the newly born vampire Slayer
had barely eaten anything.  Just as she sat the two heavy women down
onto the soft grass, Buffy noticed a couple walking through the park
across the street.  They seemed to be in somewhat of a hurry.  Buffy
couldn't quite tell from this distance, but it looked like one of the
local college students and a younger girl, with red hair.
In less than a second, Buffy had made up her mind.  She tore off
across the empty street into the abandoned park, and easily caught up
with the preoccupied couple.  Buffy didn't recognize either person,
but the letter jacket that the taller male was wearing said that he
indeed went to the local college.  Rather than waste time on stalking
and savoring the fear of prey from the hunt, Buffy just ran up,
sniffed to make sure they were both human and that no other vampires
were around, and then knocked the jock to the ground.  Before the girl
even had the chance to understand what was happening, her boyfriend,
or whatever he had been, was dead, and Buffy was feeling all the stronger.
When the girl finally did realize, she started to scream.  Buffy kept
drinking, getting more than her fill until the stupid and dead jock
was completely drained.  Then she turned her attention to the still
screaming, but stupid girl, who had stood there in shock watching
Buffy eat her honey.  Ex-honey.
Getting up and looking human, Buffy smiled at the girl, and punched
her so hard that two teeth were knocked out, as well as the girl.  She
wasn't dead, but she wasn't going anywhere.  Thinking that with that
little meal, that she could probably carry four heavy girls, Buffy
picked the red haired girl and carried her back over to the two women
she had been carrying.
Hearing a sudden, and very feminine scream, Faith was jolted back to
consciousness.  "Wes?" she mumbled as she looked around.  It all came
back in a flash, but seeing herself still tied up on the grass, rather
than on a bed, or chained up to a sewer wall, Faith figured that Buffy
maybe got a little hungry.
Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Faith began to struggle with
her bonds, until she felt the ones on her legs give a little.
Straining all she could, Faith finally, after huffing and puffing and
pulling every muscle in her lean body, broke the strings on her legs
and upper arms.  Unfortunately, her wrists were still tied, but
whatever, Faith got up as fast as she could and ran like a cheetah in
a beeline to the Mayor's office.
When Buffy got back to see the missing Faith and torn kite string, she
sniffed the air, and immediately locked onto Faith's scent and trail.
Amazingly enough, she was headed straight for the center of town, to
Mayor Wilkin's office.  Buffy shrugged and picked up both the women
and ran the rest of the way to Giles'.  She got there in less than two
minutes.
There was a slight knock on the heavy oak door to Giles' apartment,
then a muffled shout of "Willow!  It's Buff.  My arms are kinda full,
so could you please open the door?"  Almost immediately, the door flew
open, and Buffy nearly dropped her dual load as she glimpsed the pale
yet lean form leaning against the dark wood door.  "That was fast,"
the figure said casually, till she noticed the two packages thrown
across Buffy's shoulders.
"Ooh!  You brought goodies!  I think that entitles you to my goodies,
wouldn't you agree?" Willow asked in an uncharacteristically sexy
tone.  Buffy immediately came up to Willow, dropped the girl but
managed to maintain her hold on her mother, as she caught her
redheaded lover in a loving, and kissing, embrace.
When they broke apart, Willow glanced down at the unconscious
red-haired human.  "Where's Faith?" she asked, once again sounding
like a little girl.
"Oh," Buffy said, as she made her way to the couch to set her mother
upon it.  "Well, she's not the Slayer for no good reason.  Apparently,
while I was feeding off of this chick's jock boyfriend, she woke up
and made a run for the Mayor's office.  What can I say, I got hungry."
Buffy responded to Willow's accusatory stare.  "Anyway, don't worry,
I've got her scent, and I can get her back in no time at all."
"So is she for me?" Willow asks, coming up behind her Buffy and
pressing her petite and nude frame into the back of the stockier
blond.  Kissing her neck and taking soft nips here and there, Willow
heard her sire begin to purr.
"Umhmm," Buffy affirmed as she closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure
that her childe was giving her.  "When are you going to get Faith
back?" Willow asked.  "Oh, tonite, but a little later.  Give her time
to sweat, wondering if I'm on her trail or not.  Don't you worry your
pretty little head, I'll get your meal ticket back."
"Oh, she's not my meal ticket." Willow answered cryptically, as she
began to rub her hands in certain spots where she found the Slayer
liked to be touched.  "Oh," Buffy responded, her eyes still shut in
sweet ecstasy, "then what is she?"
"My new pet.  A Slayer is going to last a lot longer than any other
human we could get for me to play with.  So if we're going to keep her
alive for several months, I might as well make her scream and squirm
in torture, just to perfect my technique for whoever you want
questioned or whatever." She kept kissing the Slayer.
"Will, I never knew you had such a torture streak.  Should I get an
S&M catalogue?" Buffy said smiling, opening her eyes to look at her
red haired mistress.  Willow stopped long enough to look at her Slayer
with a coy smile.  "Wouldn't hurt." Was all she said, before breaking
out into a full grin at the joke.  Buffy only chuckled and turned to
kiss her love.
Meanwhile, about a mile from the Mayor's office, Faith was still
working to get her wrists free, and was constantly stumbling into
various objects littered throughout the alley.  She knew that Buffy
was trailing her, and all she could think was get somewhere safe, get
to the Mayor.  Too concentrated on her problems and the phantom behind
her, Faith never saw the lowered fire escape ladder, not even when she
ran head first into it, effectively knocking her out cold.  Her last
thought before darkness swallowed completely was, `What if&?'




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Willow: "It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in."
Buffy:  "I kinda love you."
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