FIC: "The Vampire Slayer: Final Part" NC-17 By: Joshua (V, C-D, and N)

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Section 5:
Buffy, with Faith ofcourse, made it back to the townhouse with less
than an hour to spare before sunrise.  Somehow, she could feel it. 
Part of it was the Slayer's sense to know when it could no longer
hunt, but most of it was the vampire's sense of self-preservation.
As soon as she was inside, she did two things.  First was dump Faith
on the couch.  The unconscious Slayer rolled off with the amount of
force put behind her body, but she didn't complain any.  Second thing
the blond vampire did was check on Willow.
She ran upstairs as fast as she could and immediately noticed three
things.  First was the smell of blood.  It was like an intoxicating
perfume to her the way that it not only permeated the air, but how it
seemed to be nothing but the air.  Second was the sight of blood.  The
entire upper bedroom was nothing but pooled blood on the floor,
stained blood on the walls, or soaked through the sheets of the bed. 
And the third and final thing she noticed was the other smell, the
scent of arousal, of&sex.  It was in the air almost as much as the
smell of the blood was.  Buffy couldn't help but smile at the thoughts
of how her little Wills had enjoyed herself, playing with the doggy.
Once she reached the flat, Buffy's smile only grew broader as she took
in the sight before her.  Willow, still naked by the way, was lying
with the contented smile from earlier plastered to her face.  Aside
from a couple of smudges, a ring around her mouth, and her hands up to
her elbows, she seemed to have very little of the blood on her.  And
all around the happy little firecracker, as Buffy began to think of
her vampire childe, was the young red haired girl Buffy had brought
home for her to play with.  
Down by the vampire's feet was the girl's ribcage and a good portion
of her intestines.  By her right elbow was the girl's feet and the
broken appendages that had been her legs.  On the other side was the
girl's arms, minus the broken and twisted hands, and the spine. 
Willow herself was playing with the knarled and obscene semblances,
like a toddler playing with two dolls.  And just above her, to the
left and on the nightstand, was the girl's head, the face frozen in an
expression that was pure ecstasy mixed with unimaginable pain.  Both
redhead's hair were matted with the blood of the second, and to
vampire Buffy, there was nothing sexier than her Wills, covered in blood.
"My gawd Will, would you look at this place?" Buffy exclaimed, her
voice sounding indignant with parental disapproval.
The naked vampire on the bed barely tilted her head up at Buffy's
exclamation, and then glanced around the small space, moving nothing
more than her eyes.  With less than a twitch of an eyebrow, she
replied, "Yeah, so?  What about it?"
Then everything changed about Buffy's demeanor as she smiled toothily
and gained a glint of mischief in her dark eyes.  "It's beautiful.  I
love what you've done with it."  The blonde then crawled forth and not
caring about the left over blood soaking through her clothes, and
passionately kissed the fully willing vampire beneath her.
"Mmmm, that was nice," Willow commented as Buffy released her.  "Which
part, the kiss, or the torture victim?" Buffy asked in her roundabout
way.  Willow giggled and sighed with no breath.  "The kiss was good,"
she paused to let her smile grow to that head splitting one again,
"but the torture was great!"  Both young vampires broke out into
giggles at that phrase.
"I really don't think those words should belong in the same sentence,
at least, they aren't supposed to anyway." Buffy commented, enjoying
the closeness she had with her love right now.  Especially after
seeing that&Angel.
"Did you get Faith?" Willow asked, changing the subject.
Buffy only nodded and sat back on her haunches.  Willow pushed herself
up on her elbows, having tossed aside the useless digits of the dead
redhead when Buffy began to kiss her, and stared deep into the vampire
Slayer's eyes.
"Look I know that the whole soul thing is no longer an issue, but you
know how they always used to say that a person's eyes were the windows
to their souls?  Well, Buff, I hate to break it to you, but I can
still read you as well as I ever did.  Something's bothering you.  I
can tell.  So you can either tell me what it is now, or I can&" evil
smile, "&torture you for the information until you talk.  So spill."
Willow demanded of her Slayer.
Buffy grimaced in utter defeat and deflated a good deal in the
position she sat in.  "I saw Angel," she answered her childe.  Willow
only nodded in understanding, though not fully understanding.  "That's
not all," the blond vampire continued.  Willow waited for what seemed
like an eternity to her, but was less than two seconds, "Well?" she
demanded after she could no longer take the pressure.
Buffy could only shrug at first.  Finally, she spoke, "After I picked
Faith up, less than a mile from City Hall mind you, I decided to check
out what was going on at the Bronze, you know, going to see what was
keeping Giles-y.  Well, once I got there, staying well-hidden, I found
Angel and Giles talking just outside the alley.  Well, love, I'm sorry
to say that Angel knows what's happened to us.  He was able to smell
the difference in our scents from that rag I threw on Oz's face."
"Stop." Willow ordered, "Don't ever say that name again.  Just don't."
She added at Buffy's questioning look.  Buffy only shrugged and
continued in her story.
"Well, after I got through beating myself up over our stupidity, I
snuck as quietly as I could out of there.  Angel ofcourse told Giles,
and Will, you're gonna love this," her face suddenly mirroring the
head-splitting grin that Willow had been wearing.  "I turned back,
just to see Giles say, `Oh my god,' and then he, and I swear to this
Wills, he fainted right there on the spot!"  Buffy could barely finish
the sentence as she was overcome with an uncontrollable fit of giggles
and laughter.
"NO WAY!!" Willow shouted and shortly joined the master vampire in her
giggle-fit.  They continued as such until Buffy was reminded of a very
important fact by an alarm going off the Giles seemed to have set
somewhere downstairs.
All laughing stopped as the vampire Slayer suddenly went rigid and sat
straighter than an arrow.  "Oh no," she murmured, "Sunrise."
Willow too joined the blond in her nervousness.  She knew there'd be a
downside to this, she mused.  "What do we do?" she asked, sounding
like a scared little girl.  Buffy looked all around the room, and
quickly came to a plan.
"Dump the parts, or at least the ones that we aren't going to eat, and
take the sheets to the basement.  Then I want you to take care of
Faith.  She got pretty hurt in her escape attempt, so I'm sorry to say
that you can't play with her just yet.  But don't worry baby, I
promise, soon." Buffy then kissed the redhead on the forehead.
Getting off of Willow, Buffy quickly raced to take care of the
necessary "decorations" she needed to put up to make the building a
more&"vampire friendly" home.  "Oh, and while you're at it, why don't
you tie Mom up too.  And Willow&"  The blond vampire gave her mate a
meaningful stare, "I promised you Giles, but Mom is all mine.  Sorry,
but it's a family thing, you know?"
Willow suddenly got an annoyed expression and cursed under her breath,
"Just like it's a `Slayer thing', right?"  Buffy didn't miss it, and
Willow knew she hadn't, but for friendships sake, Buffy only responded
with a short "What was that?"
"Nothing!" Willow squeaked, glad for the obvious reprieve.  Buffy only
gave her another meaningful stare and then proceeded down the stairs
to prepare their temporary new home.
*		*		*
Some thirty, thirty-five minutes later, Buffy was finished with the
"decorations" and Willow was just putting the messed sheets into
Giles' at home washing machine.  The body parts were obviously a late
dinner/breakfast for the two new vampires.  Suddenly, the Slayer and
Willow both shivered at the exact same time, as though something had
chilled the air, when actually it was the opposite that was true.
"What was that?" Willow muttered, somewhat surprised by the sensation
that had just run through her undead body.
"Somebody walking over your grave," Buffy muttered in response as she
sat on the couch in the darkened room.  She was glad to be in from the
sun, but after such an eventful night, first of all dying, again,
followed by turning into a vampire and then killing a human for the
first time&her first feeding.  Finding out her true feelings for
Willow, finding that Willow not only reciprocated her in them, but was
more than willing to join her for the rest of eternity in sharing that
forbidden and newly awakened love.  And everything after that, it had
been quite a night.  Nothing like she had expected it to turn out when
it began.  Vaguely remembering through her faded memory, she regressed
to barely twelve hours before, when she had still been human&
12 Hours before:
Buffy was sitting on Giles couch, getting ready to go out for the
nightly patrol.  Tying her shoes.  For the seventh time.  Apparently
it was all she seemed capable of doing for the time.
"Buffy?" Giles voice drifted up from the bowels of his basement. 
Jerking her head up out of her depressive thoughts, mostly revolving
around Faith's failure (as she personally liked to think of the murder
that the second Slayer had committed one night while they were both
out on patrol) and Angel, and her feelings over Faith, and her
feelings over Angel, and how Willow was getting moody around her,
which was never a good sign, and how Angel looked that morning when
she had left, with longing puppy-dog eyes that nearly killed her to
keep walking away.  Well, most of her thoughts seemed to be centered
on Angel.
"Huh?  What?" she started as Giles came up the stairs.
"Are you ready to begin your patrol for the evening?" Giles asked,
overlooking her obvious distraction.
Nodding, the blonde Slayer stood to her feet, her boots finally
secured the way that she felt they should be, and grabbed her usual
gear for the night; five wood stakes, a cross necklace, two bottles of
holy water, and Mr. Pointy, her favorite stake, a long dark piece of
redwood that was sharpened to a very fine point and easily slid down
her jacket sleeve, out of sight.  "I'll be back around midnight or so
Giles, but don't count on it if I get caught up with a demon or some
new plot to destroy the world." Buffy sarcastically commented, as was
her want, as she walked to the door.
Giles, grinning at the humor his Slayer liked to use, smiled silently
and nodded his head, adding in his piece, "Well, all the same Buffy,
do be careful.  I plan on staying here tonight if you need to find me,
all right?"
Grinning warmly, Buffy, with a lively twinkle in her eye nodded and
muttered something about the elder Watcher not worrying about
anything, but she was already out the door.

10 hours before:
Buffy was just finishing up in Restfield cemetery having seen few
vampires so far this short night.  She was hoping it would stay this
quiet so she could get off early and swing by the Bronze to see
Willow, and Oz if he was there.
`Wait a sec,' Buffy thought, `shouldn't that be the other way around?
Oz is the one always at the Bronze because he plays there with the
band.  Willow's always there to watch Oz.'
Buffy could no more stop the raging flash of jealousy at that thought
than she could understand it.  It had all begun the night that that
evil vampire version of Willow had shown up.  Will had gotten it back
together with Oz, Angel was back, and because Xander and Cordy had
broken up, the X-man, as Faith liked to call him, was back to
worshiping the ground she walked on.  Not that she had ever minded,
she just had never seen Xander that way.
Ofcourse Faith's constant insinuation of how cute Xander was never
helped.  And being with Angel was, if anything, worse.  She still felt
the longing of passion for the re-souled vampire every time they were
near each other.  And every time she looked into those sorrowful
puppy-dog eyes of his, she could feel herself falling in love with him
practically all over again.  But she knew in her head, which was
teaching her heart, that they had to stay away from each other.  For
the good of mankind, not to mention her own sanity, they had to stop
being together.
Buffy sighed, slowing her steps as she entered the next cemetery.  She
frowned as she moved her thoughts over to her recent unexplainable
emotions over her best friend.  Willow.  Just imagining the elfin
redhead brought a sigh of joy and mixed passion to her lips.  She
closed her eyes to deepen the image, bringing the air of long breath
and the emotions with it.  Mistake.
While Buffy was in `Willow land' she had stopped walking, just
standing there in the middle of a graveyard with her eyes closed. 
Three vampires, that "just happened" to be out that night, saw her
enter the cemetery and figured themselves lucky.  They, having just
finished a feeding, could either use her for their own pleasure that
they would otherwise have to pay for, and with a vampire no less, or
they could fill themselves up, or they could turn her and use the
whole sire-power-over-fledgling thing and make her into their slave or
something like that.
Following silently behind the blond girl, they circled around her and
then spread out, planning on ambushing her.  When she just stopped and
closed her eyes, they all shared a perverted smirk and attacked.
The leader, a tall decent looking guy with light brown hair and was
buried in a very nice Armani chocolate brown suit, hit the girl in her
front with a tackling shove.  The other two quickly moved in and
fought to hold her down.  They were no more surprised than their
leader when she actually managed to shove them off of her.
Buffy was cursing herself up and down, left and right at herself. 
`Stupid, stupid, stupid!' she thought as she shoved the two flunkies
that were dressed, badly at that, like high school freshman.  Jumping
to her feet, she saw the one that had tackled her, who looked a little
older and had a much better fashion sense.  `Must be the leader,' she
surmised.  Take him out, and the others should be easier.
She advanced quickly and snapped out a powerful kick with her right
foot.  She hadn't expected him to dodge it though.  When he lunged in
for an even more powerful punch, she knew she had to dodge, and she
had just started to, when his fist connected with the side of her head.
Shaking it off, Buffy whirled around and landed a solid roundhouse
against the side of his head.  After the warm-up had finished, they
began trading blows faster than 8-year-olds trade baseball cards. 
When the two flunkies tried to sneak up behind her, she surprised the
vampires again by dodging a punch, which sent the leader off-balance
for a moment, and quickly staked the approaching vamp on her left. 
Three seconds later, he was screaming dust.
Not even hesitating after the confirmed kill, Buffy snapped a back
kick at the vamp on her right, knocking him back to the ground.  She
quickly did a cartwheel, for show, and staked him before he could even
think about getting back up.
Yet before she could turn back around to deal with the leader, he
pulled her up by her hair, and kicked her five quick, and painful to
add, times in her chest, knocking the breath out of her.  She managed
to catch the leg before it could complete a sixth kick, and tripped up
the vamp.  She rolled away, coughed a couple times and tried to catch
her breath.
The vamp-leader however had quickly gotten to his feet.  During all of
this, not a single word had been traded between them.  Buffy, one akin
to the bantering jibe, decided to try and stall for a little time. 
"So, you come here often?" she tried.  `Ok, I know, I know, lame, but
the whole `first thing that pops in your head' thing.' she chided herself.
To her good fortune, the vampire actually paused and answered with a
voice with no clear accent, other than American that is.  "Oh, about
every night or so often.  My graves just over there.  Good memories. 
That sort of thing.  I think I'm going to enjoy this," he mused as he
continued stepping closer to her.
Buffy just shrugged from her cradled position on the ground, having
caught her wind again.  "Well then, I guess my line now is, `Over my
dead body,'" she punned out.  Before the vampire could even respond to
that, she swept his legs out from under him again and rolled over once
and brought her foreleg crashing down onto his chest.
Buffy then flipped to her feet, and just as the vampire was getting up
from the ground, she staked him through the ground.  Before the vamp
was fully dust though, she added, "Or yours."
As the vampire turned to dust and was scattered in the air, she
dropped her stake and sunk to her knees.  She was having trouble
breathing, and as she felt around on her chest she could feel the
increased pain where there were cracks in her ribs.  Hopefully, she
mused, they would be healed by tomorrow afternoon.
The next thing Buffy knew, she heard a rustling sound somewhere behind
her and when she turned to look, all she saw was a blur of movement,
and then felt something heavy and painfully large strike her to her
old friend the ground.  When she saw the yellow eyes and the fangs,
she immediately knew she was in trouble.
She tried with all her strength to get a grip on her attacker and
shove him away, like she had the others, but the fight she had just
finished had drained her, and she couldn't summon the necessary strength.
In the next moments, Buffy felt the very sensation she had only ever
felt once before, and had nightmares over ever since she had learned
of her destiny as the Vampire Slayer.  She felt the pain, the
violation of her life force, her blood being taken from her.  Then it
stopped, and she could barely feel at all, but the open wound at her
neck stung sharply, keeping her conscious.
When she managed to open her eyes, she saw that the vampire she had
never seen had cut open his arm and was trying to force her to drink
his blood.  `He's trying to turn me!' she thought with alarm.  She did
everything she could think of and more to stop the terrifying fluid
from entering her mouth.  Keeping her mouth shut, but she still needed
to breath.  Spitting it out, but more always managed to find its way
in.  And struggling to turn away and reach her dropped stake.  Not
enough strength left.
And then she lost consciousness.

9 hours before:
When Buffy awoke again, the whole world was different.  And the pain,
from her attack, from the fight, her broken ribs, they were all gone.
Not to mention strength.
She sat up slowly, as to not bring attention to herself.  When she
looked around, she saw the vampire that had attacked her from behind.
Quirking an eyebrow, she appraised him.  He had his game face on and
had a military crop haircut from raven slick black hair.  His clothes
spoke of a fashion sense, if at all possible, ten times worse than
Xander's.  She was so disgusted that she couldn't even bring herself
to look at it.
"Hungry?" he asked in a pathetic-sounding hiss.
Looking at her surroundings, surprised to see she hadn't been moved,
Buffy realized that she was in the same cemetery.  Catching a glimpse
of something on the ground, Buffy smiled seductively at the vampire
whom she assumed, correctly, was the one that turned her.
Purring, "Why as a matter of fact, yes!"  And then moving with speed
greater than she had ever imagined, Buffy grabbed the stake and
slammed it home into her sire's chest.  As he was dusted he muttered a
"But&!"
`Jerk' she thought to herself as she stood up and dusted herself off.
Looking around, Buffy smiled as she knew exactly where she was, and
at the same time that she really was hungry.
`And I know just where to get some pickup&' she thought to herself,
smiling as she walked along.

Present:
"Buffy!" Willow was shouting from the basement.
Startled out of her memories, Buffy raced as fast as she could to the
lower level.  "What is it Willow?" she asked, concern in her voice. 
When she saw what the basement had been transformed into, she had her
answer.  She couldn't help but to smile at her little imp for doing
this for her.
Before her was a B&D's wet dream, fitted with all of their wishes come
true at the same time.
"Will, where&where did you find all of this stuff?" Buffy stammered as
she stepped into the subterranean dwelling, touching chains along the
walls, harnesses and straps hanging from the ceiling, and against the
far wall&was something that caught Buffy's voice in her throat.
"Oh gawd, Willow," Buffy hissed as she came up to the weapons rack,
eyeing, but not touching yet, the dangerous devices resting on the
wooden and steel shelves.
"Do you like it?" Willow asked a little apprehensively, sounding a bit
like the `Old' mortal Willow.
Buffy turned to her vampire lover and gave her all of a stern look she
could muster at the moment before breaking out into an infectious and
genuine smile.  "Are you kidding me?!  I LOVE it!!" the vampire shouted.
Then she got stern real quick, but still favorably eyeing the weapons
rack, and asked, "But answer the question Will, how did you set all
this up and where did you find it all?  I was under the impression
that catalogues had stuff that you had to order from, which then took
a number of days to months to actually come and . . ."
Willow interrupted her by placing a single finger over the blonde's
motor mouth.  Smirking in a way that she knew Buffy loved to be looked
at, Willow answered her, "I was kinda surprised too.  At first I
thought Giles had a closet kinky side, kinda like I did.  Then I
realized it was probably stuff he had for either Faith or vampires or
demons he wanted to interrogate.  That made a whole bunch more sense
than the closet kinky side, cause you know&Ewww!"
Buffy rolled her eyes in agreement, "Tell me about it!" she moaned.
Just at that moment, with their incredibly acute hearing, they heard
footsteps approaching from the patio of the townhouse they were
currently in.  They heard the person, still too far away to determine
who or what, though safe to say not a vampire, pace back and forth a
few time, and then just stop in front of the door.  Buffy gave her
lover a lopsided grin before deeply kissing the redhead in a kiss that
was as much meaningfully as it was literally, breathless.
"Giles is home," they said together in an ominous voice that spoke of
deep foreboding for the Englishman Watcher.



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