FF: Soul Light Borrowing part 5

["Clarke, Carol (MHMR/Hazelwood)" <carol.clarke@xxxxxx>]

Title: Soul Light Borrowing
Chapter Five: Memory Whiplash
Disclaimer: Buffy is the property of Joss Weldon and Mutant Enemy. I am
just borrowing some of its characters because I have sick twisted mind.
Summary:  Elizabeth, once known as Buffy, has become a pet.
Pairing: B/W
Rating: NC-17
Thanks: Cheryl Hill who I miss desperately. 
Warning: I have no beta reader so there are lots of mistakes.  In
general smut, strangeness & lesbians all in a story. 
Wanted: Beta reader!

Chapter Five: Memory Whiplash

Mid twenty first century Mexico City

One minute Buffy was leading an assault team into a demon layer and the
next Willow was dying. She was out of her body. Her soul and her essence
tied together traveling at amazing speed outside of time, outside of
reality. She was traveling so very fast she could fell Willow taking her
last breath on the earth and in the space of that breath she was
traveling to reach her. 

Then Willow took her last breath and the change was started. Thankfully
it took time for the change to happen, the body appeared dead for many
hours sometimes days while it changed; became undead; but the soul was
gone. Buffy was still moving in the space of her last breath. Willow
soul was leaving her body and Buffy's soul was moving at such great
speed to reach it. Then they collided just above Willow's lifeless body.
Two souls speeding in different directions but drawn together. Locked
together by magic forces so strong no mortal could ever understand the
connection. More then friends, more then lovers, more then soul mates,
bound for eternity by the powers to be, a price; there had been a price
and they had both paid it. The two souls slammed into each other so hard
they broke as if made of glass. Soul pieces began to fly off in all
directions. Buffy felt the collection of there two souls and felt her
essences start to fragment as well as the two souls. 

Buffy was stronger than they expected. She managed by force of just her
will to pull the free flying pieces and stop them in mid flight. To
reverse the splinters and pull them back toward her. With only her
essence, her ghost self she pulled the pieces weaving them together part
her own soul part Willow's; greater then the sum of its part. Quickly
now holding the soul pieces she changed the movement of the pieces and
since her own body was far away she aimed the pieces at Willow's undead
body. There was no thought involved in this action, it was all instinct.
She began shoving soul slivers into Willow's undead body. She had to
hurry. She was working outside of time and reality. Time was moving but
she was not part of earth time. She had to get enough soul slivers into
Willow's undead form before she rose; it was hard to work with only the
force of pure will. Just keeping her own essence; the ghost self from
dissipating was hard but to move soul pieces was even harder. But it had
to be done, before Willow rose she had to have the soul slivers placed
into her undead lover, her soul mate. 

Yes, Willow was her soul mate, had to be her soul mate, she had left
heaven for her, once in her body she had forgotten that the real choice
to leave heaven had to be hers, Willow's magic was powerful enough to
crack a whole into heaven but the final choice to flow through the whole
was hers. She almost didn't recover from her choice; memories were lost
in the timelessness of heaven and moving out of heaven. Her emotions
were so confused now, she was floating timeless again but she had to
rush, the soul slivers, hers, Willow's, either would do, Willow must not
rise without a soul. That was all she knew, understood. The magic to end
the world was inside Willow and to stop that she had to get the soul
pieces inside her soul mate, the world depended on this. She just
understood this simple fact so she worked shoving each piece deep inside
her lover. Time moved and Willow was rising, not all the pieces were
inside of her but she had enough. Some of the soul of Buffy, some of
Willow but enough to make a complete soul, enough so Willow would
understand what to do. While Willow rose she pulled the few soul piece
left over to herself. Circling them around her essence. She would need
them for her own body. She could fell the body moving, killing demons,
the body was killing demons but she was unsure how it was functioning
with her essence gone from inside the body. Worry about it later, Willow
was still in trouble.

Willow had risen from the dead. Like all vampires she was hungry, blood,
she needed blood, the soul slivers were working but confusing, pieces of
her soul, pieces of Buffy still not whole but working weaving into a new
form. 

Amy, when had Amy been turned? Amy always hated Willow. Amy had turned
to darkness, fought for the first, wasn't she dead when Sunnydale fell.
Amy was welcoming Willow back, her Sire, Willow felt the hungry and the
pull of her sire, all vampire emotions. Amy had humans for food. She was
bringing Willow food. Willow was so very hungry. It was so tempting. The
hungry so great. 

Buffy screamed at Willow, but she was only a ghost, soul slivers
floating inside the room, the pieces she had not slammed inside Willow's
still reforming soul. Willow's fangs were out, she needed to feed. The
humans smelt so good, so much hunger. Willow's eyes went Black and Buffy
was afraid even with the soul slivers Willow was lost then Amy was
slammed across the room into a wall with Willow's magic. She had stunned
Amy. Now she was on Amy. She had to feed. 

Her fangs sung into Amy. Vampire blood was not what she needed, human
blood was what she craved but Amy's blood would due for now, slowing the
hungry until she could get it under control. She drained Amy. Then with
a fire spell Amy was burning. Then Amy was ash and the vampire dust
swirled at Willow's feet. Amy's minions were attacking. Willow's eyes
still black was using magic against them. One by one the other vampires
burst into flame. More vampire ash swirled in the room. Willow hair was
black like her eyes. God she was so hungry. The humans smelt so good; so
tempting, she was so very hungry. Her eyes turned green, the magic was
fading from her, the hunger, the confusions, her soul was fragmented,
she could fell Buffy's soul inside her as well, so very confusing. She
found a knife. She cut the humans down; they had been tortured, were
weak, many bleeding. The smell of human blood maddening. 

Spanish, she had to remember her Spanish. They didn't speak English. She
cut them loose, in Spanish she told them to run. Help each other but
run. It was hard to release them when all she wanted was there blood. To
remember her Spanish. They were running; dawn was only a few hours away.
She could fell dawn coming. She was a vampire, soul fragments still
moving inside her, trying to weave into some kind of whole, to replace
her broken lost soul. God it hurt, the confusion. She needed blood. She
would have to find blood before she could do anything. Blood would help
with the confusion.

Willow was moving, not like a human but like a vampire, not breathing
but running so very fast, she needed blood. Hospitals had blood.

She was at the hospital before she even knew that was where she was
heading. She pasted the living breathing humans all around her now. They
looked at her funny, her throat still was open from her turning, it
would heal in time, given blood she would heal. Blood, she had to have
blood.

Using her physical strength not her magic she found the store room for
blood plasma. She needed blood so bad, her magic was gone from her, to
hard to reconnect with it, but she had vampire strength. She drank blood
straight from the bags; O possitive, AB negative, it didn't matter,
human blood, she needed human blood. Once full from the bags she tossed
empty to the ground she grabbed a plastic box, she didn't know or care
what it had been used for before, it would suit her needs. She filled it
with blood bags. She would need blood again soon. She was full now but
it would not last, the soul slivers were still weaving into a whole
inside her, still not 100% in place. She needed to leave the hospital.
Men were coming, security guards. She did not wish to kill. She had
killed a man once, Warren; she would not repeat that mistake. They shoot
her, most of the bullets went right through her, she took there guns
away. Bent the barrels, carefully knocked the men away. But careful not
to kill the men, they were only doing there job. 

She took the blood with her and ran. She ran and ran, no direction in
mind, away, away from the hospital. The sun was going to rise, she
needed shelter. She needed new cloths, to clean her body, remove a
bullet that did not pass completely through her body. The box of blood
would heal her, but only if she found shelter.

A house, empty, she could smell its emptiness. No humans lived inside.
No barrier guarded its front door from her as the other houses did. She
broke the lock on the door and pushed inside. It was a mess, abandoned,
but it would do. She could hide from the sun. The water and electricity
worked, that was a surprise. She washed in the bathroom, washing the
dried blood covering her body. Almost all her own, from when Amy had
turned her. Some from the bullets. They didn't bleed much. She was
already healing. She pulled the single bullet still stuck inside her
chest out. It too began to heal. Her neck was almost completely healed.
Still so confused. 

Her soul was wrong. Fragmented, in pieces inside her body trying to
weaving into a new soul. Pieces of Buffy, pieces of herself, still so
confusing. She needed help. She checked her blood soaked pockets. Yes it
was still there. Her cell phone. They could track her with it; its GPS
location they would be able to find her. But who to call? Who would
understand? Who could care for her while her soul weaved together.

She dialed. "Hello this is Willow Rosenberg, I need to speak to Angel
it's an emergency."

Buffy had stayed with her on her wild run. Willow was always so smart.
Hospital blood was better then killing. The abandon house also good.
Calling Angel for help. Willow would be ok. Now she had to return the
rest of the soul slivers, back to her own body. It was without a soul.
Killing without control. Someone or something was inside her body,
running it. Using it. She could feel it but did not understand. She was
not part of it anymore. She tried to follow it. To return the soul
slivers she carried with her but she kept missing it.

At first it was happy killing demons. It could sense demons, and it
loved killing them. But it ran out of demons, expect for Willow, it knew
better then to kill Willow, it was connected to Willow, even soulless it
was part of the vampire. With no more demons to kill it turned its
focus. It was now killing slayers. Buffy didn't understand its actions,
but she did not understand who was running her body. Guiding it. All the
task force she came with were now dead. So many young slayers. Now it
was just looking for Slayers. It had killed children, young slayer girls
too young to be called to the war they fought but still slayers. It
didn't care it just wanted to kill slayers. She was always just behind
it, following closer all the time but just missing it. She was working
outside of time, moving outside of time. Trying to catch it. Stop it.
Her body was out of control. When she found it, it was killing a child.
Eight or Nine year old girl, a slayer. She forced herself inside it. In
to it's mind.

The first slayer, how could the primitive she keep hidden and controlled
inside be in charge, how had it manifested itself inside her. The
connection, when she killed Adam, all the past slayers had come to her.
Making a whole so she could kill Adam. More of Willow's magic. She had
felt them inside her before but she had always been in control. Oh she
had to fight the first slayer in her mind. Save her friends in dream
states from the first slayer, she was a strong source, never completely
content with watching from the side. She had taken over and she was a
bitch. Demons had to die but once out of demons, the other slayers had
to go to. Too many slayers, only one. There was supposed to be only one
at a time. One girl in all the world. It was wrong, too many slayers,
must correct. Must kill the others. 

Buffy charged the first slayer. The nameless primitive. Too old to
understand, to strong to not be a part of all slayers. Part of the dark
power making them slayers. Buffy began to fight her. They were once
again on the dream plain. In the desert. She remembered the rock
formation from her dream fight with the first before. It was not an easy
fight, She was in the land of the first, she needed to fight her in her
own world but the first slayer knew that trick, she wanted to fight here
on her ground. The fight was endless, time stopped, they fought outside
of time. Buffy had to win, had no choice, the soul slivers helped but
she needed them with her body, She was just a ghost in this domain. But
she would win, she was stronger then the first; had beaten her before.
It was so very hard this time, her soul now part Willow part herself,
locked mostly in the undead body of her soul mate. Still she fought.
Never stopping, never giving in.

How much time pasted she did not know, Time was meaningless in this
dream world. But she won, she had to bring the first back with her, the
first was part of her, part of all slayers, just not in control of them.
She dragged herself back into the world.

Willow had imprisoned her with magic. Held her tight in a magic prison.
That was good. Angel was there, so was Spike. Helping her. Willow was
anchoring the soul slivers, not inside but in her aura, Willow needed to
move them inside her, but could only anchor them to her aura. That was
not good. Still the connection between them was so strong, she could
feel Willow again, and feel there connected fragmented soul working,
holding them both together. Giving them power and magic, slayer magic,
Willow's magic, timeless magic. 

Buffy tried to move back into her mind. Take over her body. There was
another there, someone new. Made up of past slayers but new, whole,
complete. She was strong, a new personality, a new person and she was in
control of her body. Buffy tried to replace her, mover her out but she
did not want to leave. She was happy in control. She knew Buffy was weak
from her fight with the first slayer, had been expecting her return. She
imprisoned Buffy inside her mind, in a corner along with the first
slayer. There were others who did not wish to become a whole person, did
not wish to combine into a new being.  Faith was there with her in the
prison, weak from the fight. Others to, Susan, Margret, Mulan, all weak
from the fight, it had been a war for her body and she was off fighting
the first, the primitive slayer. 

She tried to talk with the new being, to reason with her. Elizabeth, her
name was Elizabeth and she was strong, she had a mission. Worse she had
plans. Plans for Willow and her magic. Plans to use Willow's fantasies.
Games within games, games over centuries. Elizabeth told her she was
evolving. It would take her centuries and Willow's magic, her grey magic
but Elizabeth would become. She would evolve and become, She would be
Elizabeth the immortal Goddess of Slayers. She was insane. And Buffy
could not reason with the insane. Weak from her fight, locked in her
mind, she let Faith's injured essences wrap around her. She would rest
for now, rest with Faith protecting her and when she was strong again
she would fight. She would gain control again, save Willow. She had to.
There was no other option. For now she closed her eyes, let Faith
protect her and fell deep into a timeless sleep still clinging to her
soul slivers just outside her own body.

Twenty-Third Century St. Elmo Colorado, the Hellmouth. 

Elizabeth had the ax. Elizabeth was killing demons with the ax.
Elizabeth was happy, high on magic, aroused with each kill. She was
nearly perfect, nearly complete, nearly evolved.
Faith and Buffy watched from inside there prison while Elizabeth was
distracted.

"Are you sure this will work" Faith asked.

"No but do you just want to sit here and watch?" Buffy said.

"No, I am just not sure I can do it. I know you have a high opinion of
my sexual appetent but masturbation does seem a thin line to lay a plan
on." Faith said.

"The next orgasm will give her the power to complete the evolution.
Nothing is going to stop it. I just want to make her to experience it
early. Throw off her time table. If we can confuse her it will give me
time to reach Willow. When the change begins she will be confused and I
can slip away." Buffy said.

"I said I would do it. I just hope it works." Faith replied. "Buffy you
know I am not really Faith, I am just the part of her you carry in your
heart." Faith added.

"When I fought Adam, before I died the second time, I took in all the
power of every slayer, becoming something close to what Elizabeth is
trying to become. Just for a short period. Since that day I have carried
all of you inside of me. But I retained my own personality so you just
became part of my dream state. Faith I understand you are just my dream
image of you. Still once I was kicked out of control the rest of you
became a little real inside my head. The parts that did not become
Elizabeth you have become more real with each passing year.  I could not
fight her without you. Faith please I know how your low self esteem can
get you down, but you refused to join her. You were strong enough to
become a real power in my head. Believe in yourself." Buffy said smiling
at Faith.

"I just need the right second to move, slaying makes her hungry and
horny, and the ax is making the emotions stronger, I will slide in like
a subconscious thought and then I will have her, just make your move
once I am in." Faith said before she slide out of the prison and joined
Elizabeth in the fight, in the glory of the kill.

Elizabeth had meant to be back before sunrise but the ax sang to her,
the demons fell before her power. The pull of the slayer so very strong.
Willow was waking up. She could feel her mistress even as she berried
the ax in the head of a green slime demon. Willow would need to be
distracted. Yes, Spike was still beside her in the bed, which would do
nicely. Build more sexual magic for her to eat later when she returned.

It was hard to control Willow from a distance but she could still do it.
Closing her eyes she sent the order through there connected soul
fragments. Willow would be horny anyway because she was horny, she
needed release so badly but she would have to wait, let it build. The
next orgasm she allowed her body was going to force the change, she
would become complete. Sexual magic was slayer magic; the powers to be
were foolish to have used sexual magic along with the dark magic to make
slayers. 

Willow woke aroused, nearly out of control. The need was worse then her
blood lust. She needed sex. She needed Spike. Spike was still asleep.
Next thing she knew she had his dick in her mouth sucking him. She
hadn't given a blow job since Oz. But she needed him hard and inside
her. Just as she needed blood, she needed this. She did not think she
acted. Next Spike was hard and she mounted him. Green sparks were
already running up and down both there bodies. Sexual magic gathered
inside both of them, collecting inside them. Both were lost inside
Elizabeth's lust. Lust they could feel but did not understand. Action
not thought, not control, just need.

Elizabeth moved to kill another demon, she could feel her mistress
gather the magic she wanted, and she was eating so much magic now.
Needed so much magic. Willow had not been enough to feed her need so she
had called to Spike. At first she had planned to use the two teenage
slayers but using them for sex games would have called attentions to
her. Spike was easy to call, to manipulate. And Spike had died like
Buffy, though undead with a soul he had died to save the world. His body
carried magic from that death. Magic had returned him to his undead
souled state. His body was perfect for her needs. She left Willow and
Spike gathering magic for her and returned to her killing, her slaying.
The ax song was so very beautiful.

The last of the demons fell at her feet. She was controlling her
mistress and Spike pulling in their magic as well as the magic of the ax
and from just slaying. Her body buzzed with power, the change so very
close. Oh the need to cum was great, so tempting. Why not, a voice
whispered in her head. A few fingers, the right touch, you want it so
bad. The voice was so very strong. The ax joined the voice. She slide
her fingers inside her pants. Inside her underwear. She was so very wet.
In so much need. She touched her swollen clit. It was so sensitive. Just
a few hard strokes against it were all she needed. She rubbed herself.
Let two fingers slip inside her wet pussy and continued to rub her clit.
Oh it felt so good. Willow and Spike and there magic were now dancing on
her skin, the green sparks running up and down her spine. So much power.
Oh it felt so very good. Cum, the voice wanted her to cum. She let go.
She came so hard the magic hit like lightening bolts knocking her to the
ground. The change was starting. She was evolving, she was becoming
complete. No, it was too soon, she wasn't ready; she needed Willow to
ground her. Willow was supposed to control the extra magic, weave it
with the soul slivers. No, this wasn't how she planned it. Something was
very wrong.  

Elizabeth orgasm hit Spike and Willow who were connected to Elizabeth
like a hard slap knocking both across the room. Spike was out cold.
Willow was just about to loose consciousness when she saw her. It was
Buffy, ghost like in form but Buffy. Not Elizabeth but Buffy.

"Buffy?" Willow asked trying to stay awake.

"Willow focus, listen. Elizabeth is changing, evolving. She expected you
to help her with the change but we played around with her plans so I
could speech with you. Willow what the hell are you doing?"

"Buffy I don't understand?" Willow whispered, she wasn't sure if this
were a dream or real, focusing on the ghost was so very hard. Elizabeth
was changing and she could feel it but she wasn't grounded, Elizabeth
had no control. Elizabeth was calling to her. Elizabeth needed her to
help, to ground her. Elizabeth demands her to come to her body.

"Willow you just had sex with Spike again, why? You don't even like men.
You're a lesbian or have you forgotten?" Buffy screamed at her.

"Spike, I had sex with Spike? Why would I have sex with Spike?" Willow
asked confused. She was so confused, like when she was first turned.
Nothing made sense.

"Willow you had sex with Spike because Elizabeth needed more magic then
you could give her. Elizabeth has been controlling you. Your not like
this, I know you have dominatrix issues but it's not you. You were my
lover before you died, do you remember?" Buffy screamed at her. Buffy
was disparate to get Willow to focus on her and not the forces flowing
into Elizabeth. Willow tried to block out Elizabeth's demands and focus
on the ghost form of Buffy in front of her.

"Yes lovers, we became lovers. You were so very sweet." Willow said
trying to focus.

"The kinkiest thing we ever did was try strap on's.  We were always
equals in bed. No butch femme, no top bottom, no mistress and slave,
just Buffy and Willow and love. Lots of love. Do you remember?" Buffy
asked the confused vampire.

"I remember, you were wonderful." Willow said slowly. 

"So why the roll playing, why the need for this crazy game, why the hell
is Elizabeth pretending to be your pet? Damn it Willow think?"

"Pretending? Elizabeth has to be controlled, Kills, you will kill if I
let her loose, you told me to control her. You wanted this. You begged
me, made me promise." Willow said trying to make some sense out of it.
Elizabeth was calling to her for help, she could feel Elizabeth but she
wanted to hear Buffy too. It was so hard to focus. She needed to cast a
transmutation spell and go to Elizabeth, help her. But Buffy was here.
She was so very confused.

"Elizabeth has been playing you for a fool Willow. Using you. You made
promises to Elizabeth, not to me. Elizabeth is a magic eater. She eats
the magic she builds inside of you. All the time you thought you were
grounding the magic you were just focusing it. Sending it out to the
earth, to the stones, but really feeding Elizabeth the magic. Since when
do you spark green during sex? She used you like a lightening rod,
gathering sexual magic. The games, the roll play all to keep the magic
building. It's been changing her. Making her stronger, faster, and less
human. She is now complete. She is complete. We just can't leave her in
the driver seat. You must go to her. Anchor the soul slivers but not in
her aura, you have to get them inside that body of hers. She has kept
the soul slivers with her but never inside her. I need the soul
fragments in her body where I can weave them into a soul. White magic
Willow, not gray, not black, only white magic can anchor the soul
fragments." Buffy said before fading away. 

Still so very confused, afraid it was just a dream she used the last of
her mind to focus into a spell. With transmutation she moved her body to
Elizabeth's side.

Elizabeth was in agony. The magic ax dropped beside her body. Green
magic sparked across her skin. Skin that was alive and moving. She was
fading in and out of the visible spectrum. She was changing. Willow
tried to focus, to connect through there link but she was so dizzy. So
confused. She was in so much pain. It was Elizabeth's pain but she could
feel it as if it were her own. The soul slivers were coming lose.
Slipping into the ethos. She had to move quickly. She had to stop them.
Reconnect them. Willow's eyes went black and she started to work. Then
she remembered Buffy. White magic, she had to use white magic.

She was in so much pain but she had to focus. Black magic was
everywhere. They were on top of the hellmouth. White magic, still there
was white magic, the trees, the earth, the stones, the mountains. From
miles away she began to pull it toward herself. She could pull plants
from across the planet with her will, she could call white magic. She
would call white magic. Her eyes went bright glowing white; her hair
began to change white as well. It took everything to pull the white
magic across the hellmouth but she would not let Buffy down. With the
white magic she grabbed the soul fragments pulling them back. She used
the white magic and pushed the soul fragments to Elizabeth, first into
her aura where they had stayed for two centuries but that wasn't enough,
she pushed them further, she had tried before, she had tried so many
times to anchor the soul fragments. In blinding pain she shoved them,
shoved them deep into Buffy's body. Into Elizabeth. Elizabeth was in a
state of fluctuation, her body evolving being completed. She should be
helping Elizabeth complete the change but instead she was using the
change to move the soul slivers into her body. As Elizabeth evolved to
her final form Willow anchored the soul fragments into her body. They
were broken and in shatter form, pieces not whole but they were now
inside her body. If it really was Buffy who came to her, she could weave
them now. Buffy could complete the soul. Make it whole. It would take
time. She would have to keep Elizabeth busy while Buffy worked, it was
so hard, so much energy, her body burned, the sun was up and she was in
a house, a demon layer. She was loosing focus, loosing conscious. Still
she fought to keep the white magic flowing to Elizabeth, to anchor the
fragments of soul.

Elizabeth was screaming. The pain was so very great. Her body was
completely the last stage of change. She was becoming whole, complete.
Her final form. Immortal Goddess. The final evolution of all slayers.
Then she was complete. Her body complete. She was complete. She grabbed
the ax. Willow was still trying to move soul fragments inside her.
Stupid bitch. Elizabeth slugged her knocking her across the room. Had
Willow been human she would have died from the single hit, but vampires
were harder to kill. It was tempting to kill Willow now, she didn't need
her anymore. But Willow might still be useful. She would let her live.
It was time Willow became her pet. Her slave. After all, Willow had
always been under her control. Willow could still feed her magic. She
had Spike too. He was bewitched with her as well. He had strong magic
too. Soul vampires all were strong with magic. Maybe she could bewitch
Angel as well. Angel loved Buffy too. It would be simple to in slave
Angel too. She wondered what Angel's magic tasted like?

She looked around the demon layer. She needed something. Yes a blanket.
Red and old but it would do. She wrapped Willow up in the blanket.
Willow would not do well in sunlight. Once Willow was wrapped up tight
Elizabeth tossed her lifeless body over her shoulder. With the ax in her
other hand she took off running through the woods back to the camp. She
needed to be back before she was missed.

Slipping past Willow's magic perimeter was so easy. She had Willow's
soul fragments inside, they were harder to control no longer in her aura
to move easily but she could still move them. Willow keyed all her magic
to her DNA. Lucky Willow forgot her soul held her DNA pattern too.

The soul in her body was a problem, she liked it in her aura where she
could move it around as she needed, it was still useful. She just needed
to get use to moving it inside her body.

Elizabeth tossed Willow's lifeless blanket covered body on the bed. She
picked Spike up and put him on the bed next to Willow. Hopefully they
would think there early morning sex fest was just a dream. They had
given her a lot of magic. Too much, she had meant to wait to complete
the change tomorrow; she had wanted even more magic when she completed
the change but it was done now. She was complete. 

She removed the red blanket and arranged Spike and Willow in bed more
naturally. Willow's face was bruised from were she hit her but with a
little blood and a lie or two, she could blame it on Spike. Spike and
Willow always fought when left alone, why would anyone question a bruise
after they spend a night together.

Still caring the ax, still dressed, she went to get them blood. When she
woke them they would need blood. It was still early. Most were sleeping
in; the sex bomb Willow had released in the camp had most of the people
having sex through the early hours before dawn. The only ones moving
around the camp were the two slayers. They were embarrassed. They were
at opposite ends of the camp. It had been a first for both of them, now
awake and away from the pull of magic they were having second thoughts,
or just confused thoughts. She remembered Buffy's first time. It had
been with Angel who had become Angelus, Buffy had been confused too. For
Elizabeth she was born of sex, sexual magic. Not exactly Slayer magic.
Sex was a means to an end, sex was power. Sex was what she ate; magic
was her food for a long time. Oh she ate human food but it did not feed
her. Magic feed her. She had sucked Willow dry so many times. Thankfully
Willow was a magic junkie and did not realize she was feeding her magic.
Just keep Willow high and the food came freely.

She returned to the room with the blood for her pets. She opened the
door and was about to slip in when Angel surprised her. He was waiting
in a chair in the room. Willow and Spike were still out cold.

"Elizabeth were have you been?" Angel asked from the chair. She could
tell he was mad.

"I was getting blood for my mistress and Spike." Elizabeth answered
looking at the floor and not at him. She still had to play her roll.

"I mean before that, when you were in town slaying?" Angel said
carefully.

"I was slaying?" Elizabeth said still staring at the floor.

"While everyone in camp had sex. I wanted to ask Willow what the hell
kind of spell she cast but she is out cold, had sex with Spike, a man,
for a lesbian that is strange behavior don't you think?" Angel asked.

"She is my mistress, I just follow her orders." Elizabeth answered. It
wasn't a good answer but she needed Angel to believe Willow was really
in charge not her. 

"So she ordered you to go slaying?" Angel asked.

"Yes, I needed to burn off some energy and the ax called to me."
Elizabeth said. It was mostly lies but the ax did call to her.

"Why is Willow's face swollen, who hit her?" Angel asked standing up and
pulling the covers away from Willow a little and turning her head to
show Elizabeth the bruise she left.

"I do not know, maybe Spike. They often fight." Elizabeth answered.

"Spike is right handed. Who ever hit her was left handed. It was hard
enough to leave the hand imprinted in her face. Elizabeth you are left
handed." Angel said tossing the red blanket at Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth why are you lying? I saw you return to camp with Willow over
your shoulder. I saw you leave camp alone so I guess Willow used a spell
to come to you. Willow is careful with her spells, especially
transmutation. It's easy to end up in the wrong place or just outside in
the sun. Want to tell me what really happened?" Angel asked.

"If my mistress wants to tell you she will tell you." Elizabeth stated.
Angel was close to being killed. He knew too much. Saw too much. If he
put too much together he would have to be killed but she would need to
make it seem an accident. Make it appear Tormax killed him. For now she
would wait. Willow would wake confused. She still had control over
Willow. Even now she was on a magic high. White fucking magic but a
magic high. White magic did not work in her body like grey magic, did
not give her the crazy high that made her easy to control. White magic
made Willow strong, made her almost break the chains between them.
Thankfully the shared soul fragments held them together. A white magic
high might leave her clear headed when she woke. Still she had made
Spike and Willow have sex, if she could keep that memory in the front
part of her mind she could focus Willow the way she needed her.
Elizabeth opened there connection and began to focus Willow's memories
as she was still asleep. When she woke Willow would be very confused.
She could do that at least. Angel was speaking to her again but she was
busy working in Willow's mind.

"Elizabeth I asked you a question?" Angel said shaking Elizabeth a
little. Elizabeth had not seen him come over to her. Had not felt him
touch her. She was too focused on Willow's mind.

"What was the question Angel?" Elizabeth asked pulling out of Willow's
head. She hoped she finished her work but would not know until Willow
woke up. 

"Who did you kill?" Angel said angrily.

"Just demons, three demon layers, a few vampires but mostly demon clans,
slime, azure, calnip. Only demons Angel." Elizabeth answered. 

"Angel what's up?" Spike said waking up, he was very confused and seeing
Angel shaking Elizabeth at the end of the bed he didn't remember getting
in didn't help him focus, he had one hell of a hang over only he was
sure he hadn't been drinking. Angel didn't bring any alcohol into the
camp. 

"That's what I am trying to find out?" Angel said letting go of
Elizabeth and turning to his friend.

"Spike what have you been doing?" Angel asked.

"Drinking I think, don't remember getting drunk but I have one hell of a
hang over." Spike stated sitting up and realizing he was naked and in
bed with an equally naked Willow. 

"Not drinking, magic. You have been playing with magic. You smell of sex
and magic. What the hell did you and Willow do last night?" Angel asked.

"Don't remember. God I smell of Willow. Sex, had sex with Elizabeth.
Willow too.  I remember I had to have sex.  So hot. So hard. Bloody
magic, I hate bloody magic." Spike said getting out of bed. He was mad
and not sure why. He looked around the room and found his pants and
started to put them on.

Angel walked over to Willow and shook her trying to wake her. "Elizabeth
the blood please." Angel said holding his arm out for the blood. Taking
the blood he forced some into Willow's mouth. Her fangs came out in
response, soon he had her drinking the blood but she was mostly out
cold, just her body reacting to being feed blood. Spike took the other
blood bag and drank it. He was staving.

"Should I bring my mistress more blood?" Elizabeth asked.

"Spike will get Willow more blood. I want you right where I can see you.
Until I know what happened you are staying right at my side do you
understand Elizabeth?" Angel stated.

"Angel?" Spike asked.

"She used a hell of a lot of magic; the scales we have trained on magic
went off the scale early this morning and have been going up and down
ever since, a lot of magic Spike. She affected most of the camp with
back feed from the magic surge. I need to know what the hell she was
doing. So you will get her blood and we will feed her until I can wake
her up and get some answers." Angel said. He was clearly serious and mad
as hell. Spike with only his jeans on left the room to get blood.
Sometimes it was best not to argue with Angel. Now was one of those
times. Maybe more blood would help his own head. He had no idea what had
happened.









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