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> To: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx > From: anotherlostsoul@xxxxxxxxx > Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2006 22:03:42 +0000 > Subject: ~Buffy*Wants*Willow~ FIC: Moon Dreams I - Wolf Moon Rising (3/7) > > Title: Moon Dreams I (3/7) > Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and a lot of other people own > the show and all the characters. The plot and the story are mine. > This cannot be sold or used for profit in any way, shape or form. > Please don't sue me, because I really don't have anything to take. > > > * * * * * > > The air was crisp and clean as Xander
and I walked to school. It was > a beautiful day, calm and clear, not that such days are really all > that unusual in Sunnydale. For a town once called `Boca Del Infierno' > we have a lot of remarkably nice weather. I mean, sure it gets a bit > hot during the summer, but this is southern California, what else > would you expect? > > As we walked, I couldn't help but dwell on the extreme weirdness that > had been my morning so far. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure which > bothered me more, waking u
p naked on my balcony or not remembering how > I ended up like that in the first place. > > "Earth to Willow, anybody home in there?" Xander asked in an amused > voice. I shot a quick glance at him, only to be confronted with his > trademark `I-caught-Willow-doing-something-I-think-is-funny' smirk. > > "Sorry Xan," I mumbled half-heartedly, hoping that he would just let > my obvious preoccupation slide this time. > > "So, what's with all the deep thoughts so early in the morning?" he > asked, his amusement thinly masking his deeper&nb
sp;concern. > > I've known Xander Harris for most of my life and he and I have been > best friends since the first day of Kindergarten. He plays at being a > clown, pretends to not notice a lot of things, and wants everybody to > think he's not nearly as smart as he actually is. Of course, I know > better and I always have. He's smarter than anyone gives him credit > for and he's way more observant than most people. There's also > nothing he won't do for the people he cares about. He'
s been my > Knight in Shining Armor for as long as I can remember. > > Of course, there are some things he's also incredibly obtuse about. > Like anything that doesn't match up with how thinks the world is > supposed to be. Unfortunately for me, that results in him strictly > not noticing me in that `I'm a girl and have a major crush on him' > way. It's just too bad it couldn't extend to not noticing just how > preoccupied I'm feeling today, especially since telling him what's on > my mind is not somet
hing I want to do. > > "Uh, nope, no deep thoughts, I'm strictly deep-thought free today. > Residing solely in the shallow end of the thought process… But really, > how can you tell how deep a thought is anyway? Are there depth marks > like on the side of swimming pools or something? And why would I be > having deep thoughts today anyway, I mean it's not like I woke up > someplace weird or anything…" > > `OH SHIT!' I thought, stopping cold as the realization of what I just > said hit me full&n
bsp;force. I can't believe I just said that… aloud. To > Xander. Moments like these are exactly why I should never, ever try > to keep secrets… I get started talking and before I know it whatever > I'm thinking about has been announced to whoever's around. > > Xander's staring at me, in that kinda intent, utterly shocked way he > does. It's really not a good stare in my book. Not at all. Part of > me knows that he's trying to process what I said, and that means he's > about to realize that not&nb
sp;only did I wake up somewhere out of the > ordinary, but that I also had meant to keep that fact from him. He's > not gonna be happy. `On the upside,' I thought, `at least I didn't > mention that I was naked at the time.' > > "You were NAKED?!" he gasped in a strangled sort of voice that carried > a lot further than it should have. I blushed furiously, realizing > that I had actually said that, not just thought it. If there had been > anyone else around to hear, they'd probably be staring a
t us right now. > > I hadn't even made it to school yet and already it was shaping up to > be one hell of a bad day. > > Xander's voice dropped to a furious whisper, and I swear I could > almost smell his anger on the air between us. "You woke up naked in a > strange place and you weren't going to tell anyone?" he practically > spat the words at me, "What, you didn't think this might be something > important? Or maybe even something bad going on?" > > A part of me wanted to fee
l bad about having tried to keep what > happened from him, but at the moment it was a very small part that was > shrinking rapidly. In its place, my own anger swelled, a white-hot > rage that pushed aside such miniscule considerations as whether or not > Xander meant well, or how cute it could sometimes be when he'd get > overprotective. > > I've struggled with my temper for as long as I can remember. I've > always had problems with it and my mother, being the psychologist she > is, has taught me all
sorts of techniques for keeping it under > control. I haven't really lost my temper in a long, long time. I > usually manage to keep calm, to reign in my emotions and behave > rationally. I wish I could say that I made an honest effort to keep > from losing it with Xan right there, but I didn't. I didn't try at all. > > "ALEXANDER LAVELLE HARRIS!" I ground out, my voice a near growl that > practically dripped with angry venom of my own, "Don't you dare get > pissy with me over this. THIS&nbs
p;is exactly why I didn't want to tell > you. I KNEW how you'd react, how you ALWAYS react, and I didn't want > to deal with it until I have answers about what's going on." > > I watched his eyes narrow and he sucked in a breath to protest, but I > cut him off. The fact that he had the gall to even think of trying to > defend his behavior was like a slap in my face, and I felt a strange > rumbling sensation in my chest as I stepped in closer to him and spoke > again, a deathly&nb
sp;calm creeping into my voice. "I know better than you > EXACTLY how dangerous what happened to me could have been, and I'm not > going to listen to your condescending, overbearing attitude when you > don't know a DAMN thing about it." > > Xander's face went pale and the anger drained away instantly to be > replaced by something else. It was a look on his face and in his eyes > that I'd seen before, one that I never, in all of my life, expected to > see directed at me of all people. He was scared.
He was scared of > me. The realization should have hurt. It should have been one of the > most painful moments of my life. I had never, ever wanted anyone to > be scared of me. Especially not my oldest friend. > > Seeing that look directed at me should have ripped my heart out, > thrown it on the ground and stomped it to death. But it didn't. > Instead, I felt a surge of something inside me, I felt strong, > powerful in a way I'd never felt before. I felt that deep
rumbling > sensation in my chest again and realized that I was growling. Not a > normal, human growl of anger, this was something else, something deep > in, animalistic and menacing. And, God help me, it felt pretty damn good. > > It felt like all of my senses exploded to life in ways that I'd never > experienced before. My vision sharpened, colors fading to a grayscale > of light and shadow that was more detailed than I could have ever > imagined possible. I could hear the loud, bass drum beat of Xander's &g
t; heart pounding in his chest, could hear the pulsing liquid rush of his > blood being pushed frantically through his veins. I could almost feel > the frenetic rhythm of it in the air around me. > > My nostrils flared and I was flooded with a rush of different scents, > the musky odor of Xander's sweat tainted with a tangy metallic edge > and a spicy bitter scent that seemed to be fading and underneath that > a deeper smell, a rich warm, human scent that made my mouth water. > Something stirred in me, like a
part of my brain waking up and making > the instinctual connections I was missing, filling in the blanks. It > was Food. Xander smelled like Food, flavored with fear and a fading > hint of anger. It smelled good. > > I held myself still, fighting the urge to move closer. I opened my > mouth and sucked a shuddering, gasping breath of air down my throat. > I could taste the smells on my tongue and my mouth ached for it. I > felt my body start to tremble, shaking with the effort it was t
aking > not to reach out, to not grab him, pull him close and sink my teeth > into his flesh. > > Suddenly, the skin at the backs of my knees and elbows began to itch > with a painful burning feeling. I gasped and the feeling sank deeper, > spreading to the muscle beneath and rippling through my entire body, > consuming me. I stifled a scream and doubled over, falling hard on > the rough concrete of the sidewalk. I clutched my stomach, curling > into a ball as my muscles began to convulse, twitching&
nbsp;and knotting > beneath the skin. > > "Xander," I gasped out as the pain ebbed momentarily, "Run…get > Buffy...Giles." Then I screamed as the pain grabbed me once again. I > heard the pounding of feet running along the sidewalk and could feel > the vibrations of his footsteps receding as he ran for the only help I > could think of. > > I fought hard against what was happening, struggled to force my body > back under my control. The pain was incredible; an agony like nothing > that I could have ever imag
ined was humanly possible to endure. I > felt my bones stretching, changing, reshaping themselves, the muscles > underneath my skin twisted and moved accommodating the changing > skeleton and even my organs moved, shifting and changing. I screamed > again as I felt the bones in my face elongate, stretching the skin and > muscle agonizingly outward. My skin burst outward painfully across my > entire body as thick auburn fur erupted through it. > > Finally the pain overwhelmed me, ripping one last shriek from throat > before the blackness
;took me. The sound that escaped my throat, > however, was the pained yipping sound of an injured animal. > > * * * * * > > I woke up slowly, gradually becoming more aware of my surroundings. > The first thing that I became aware of was that I was curled up on > something soft and comfortable, something that smelled like home. I > stirred gently, shifting my position and stretching and uncurling my > long body. Next I realized that I wasn't alone, I could hear the > heartbeat and breathing of someone clo
se by, someone who smelled > familiar, like family. I wasn't sure exactly where I was or how I'd > gotten there, but at this moment, that didn't seem terribly important > to my waking mind. > > I yawned deeply and stretched again as I opened my eyes. I was in my > own bedroom, lying naked on my bed. It was dark, but not the pitch > black of deep night. It was the thinner, purple of late twilight, > where the sun's dying rays were barely lingering at the tops of the > windows. Even in
the fading light, I could make out my surroundings > easily and wasn't surprised to see my mother sitting at my desk, > staring at me through the darkness with a sad sort of smile on her face. > > I sat up slowly and turned to look at her, puzzled by her presence > here. Everything felt fuzzy, distant. I couldn't really bring myself > to even try to concentrate. `Why was I here? How did I get back > here?' I wondered, unable to piece together the events that led up to > this moment at
all. > > I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard, trying to force my parched > throat to work. I called out softly, my voice hoarse and croaking, > "Mama?" > > She moved smoothly, sliding out of the desk chair and crossing to the > bed table where she scooped up a glass before settling gently next to > me on the bed. I could smell the water in the glass clearly a sharp, > clean scent that my body instantly craved, but mixed with it I could > smell something else. It was a softer, sweeter aroma,
like flowers or > fresh herbs. > > "Willow," my mother asked quietly, not quite whispering, "What do you > remember?" > > The question puzzled me for a moment. `What happened?' I asked myself > silently. I took a deep breath and tried to focus. It was so hard. > Everything was so fuzzy in my mind. "Mom, I… it's so hard to focus… I > can't remember…" > > She nodded softly and handed me the glass she held. The glass was > cool and smooth in my hand and I quickly brought it up to
my mouth, > gulping down a few swallows of the liquid it held. As the cool fluid > slid over my tongue and down my dry, parched throat, a soft tingle ran > through me, pushing the fog back, clearing my head almost instantly. > > And as it did, my memories surged back around me. The confrontation > with Xander, the sudden sharpness of my senses, the utter agony that > followed and finally the blessed darkness I had slipped into > afterward. Then, other things slipped into my awareness. Flashes of > running thro
ugh the sun-warmed spring grass, the feeling of the wind > in my fur as I ran, the way the soft ground felt pounding under my > paws. My mind froze, teetering on the edge of acknowledging > something, something that was wonderful and terrible and beautiful and > frightening all at once. > > I realized after a moment that I was holding my breath, shaking my > head in denial of the images in my mind. It wasn't possible, it > couldn't be. > > "Willow, sweetie," my mother whispered softly again, her voice echoing
> in the utter stillness of the room. "You're a werewolf." > > > > > > > > > Willow: "It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in." > Buffy: "I kinda love you." > —'Choices' > > Community email addresses: > Post message: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx > Subscribe: buffywantswillow-subscribe@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx > Unsubscribe: buffywantswillow-unsubscribe@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx > List owner: buffywantswillow-o
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—'Choices'
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