> The streets were bathed in blood, as the howls of the dying intermixed
> with those of an ancient predator long thought to be figments of
> terrified imaginations. Mangled bodies , ravaged by tooth and claw,
> gave mute testimony to the onslaught of destruction unleashed by a
> furious mistress in search of her mate. A mate who had been taken from
> her by these "children of man", who seemed to infest the very core of a
> world that once trembled at her mere presence. The night had called out
> to her to reclaim what was her by birthright, to wipe out the inferior
> race that had the audacity to put itself at the top of the food chain,
> when they clearly belonged much lower. But no more! The Mistress was
> finally free to reclaim her kingdom and the mate that had been taken
> from her by the forerunners of the humans who lay littered about like
> broken, discarded playthings who had lost their appeal long ago.
>
> Oh how the sounds of terror spoke to the Mistress as she surveyed the
> death and destruction around her. Calling to her for more, always more
> of the rich screams of the foolish humans, as they were retaught the
> lessons of their ancestors. The night did not belong to them, it
> belonged to her! It would always belong to her! This was a night of
> many lessons as the Mistress reaffirmed her mark on her world and all
> those who inhabited it. The blood alone would ensure for the survivors
> that this town, this 'Sunnydale', was hers as were they. Insignificant
> beings allowed to live at her whim, for her amusement and nothing else.
>
> Still it wasn't enough, the blood, the screams of innocence being sent
> to the slaughter wasn't enough! Something was missing, something that
> belonged to the Mistress more then anything else, something these humans
> were keeping from her. But soon, soon they would learn the magnitude of
> their mistake, soon they would learn that they could hide nothing from
> her, even if she had to slaughter all of them to prove it. Suddenly the
> Mistress looked up from her most recent kill, a dark haired boy lay at
> an odd angle at her feet his life's blood flowing through the Mistress
> as she searched for her next kill. That scent! She knew it, almost as
> well as her own, it had called to her for countless centuries, singing
> to her of passion and fury that only it could ignite in the Mistress.
> It was the scent of her mate, at long last her mate was here. But
> where? The night wind had changed as if to mock her, to deny her of her
> mate.
>
> "No!!!!!" She roared to the uncaring heavens, she would not be denied!
> This was her world, her time! Nothing would stop her from reclaiming
> what was hers! Then she saw it, a figure calmly stepping out of the
> surrounding darkness. 'It's her!' The Mistress nearly groaned after so
> long, so many centuries of imprisonment, she was here! Her mate had
> returned to her, like she promised!
>
> She was just as beautiful, as memorizing as she had always been, and she
> was here. 'She's mine," the Mistress swore possessively watching with
> eager eyes as the young woman approached. 'Soon, so very soon you will
> be at my side once again.' She thought, recalling the hunts of the past
> and how her beloved mate looked during the kill; leaning over her prey,
> blood dripping from her fangs, as the life force drained away from
> whatever creature they had decided to prey upon that particular night.
> It was a glorious site her life mate made just after the kill, eyes
> still flashing with the intensity of a predator as the blood of her prey
> flowed through her veins like quicksilver. It aroused the Mistress just
> thinking about it, her mate was like no other when it came to the hunt,
> she herself hunted for survival - or to prove a point - but not her
> mate. No her beautiful mate hunted for the sheer pleasure of the kill,
> the embodiment of grace and beauty found only in a true creature of the
> night.
>
> As the young woman stepped close, the Mistress couldn't suppress the
> smile that came to her lips. 'She's even more magnificent then before!
> And she's mine, only mine!' Holding out her right hand, the Mistress
> waits silently for her mate to take it, to reclaim her proper place.
>
> Eyes, one set green the other blue, lock with one another as the young
> woman without hesitation places her hand in the Mistress's own bloody
> one, retaking her proper place. "I missed you," the Mistress whispers
> drawing the young woman to her. "It has been so very long. Do you like
> my gifts?" She questions indicating the carnage around them with a
> dismissive wave of her left hand. "The dead sing out for you." She
> spoke low. "Calling for you to add to their numbers, as only you can."
> Her head lowers. "Can you feel them?" With each sentence. "The 'sheep'
> that inhabit this place, their blood aches to be drink." Lower. "I can
> feel it calling to you." Until lips nearly met. "It longs to run down
> your throat igniting the hunger inside of you."
>
> As low growl, half way between longing and pleasure, is the Mistress's
> only response as the young woman in her arms is overwhelmed with the
> images dancing in her minds eye. "Be with me." Came the low command
> before the Mistress claims the lips before her own in a searing kiss
> full igniting a fire that has long lay smoldering between the two for
> centuries. Suddenly they are pulling at one another's clothing, as they
> slowly sink to the blood covered street, the urge to mate, to reclaim
> one another over powering the urge to kill. Breaking away for air, two
> names cut through the dark night, over shadowing the screams of the
> dying...........
>
> "Buffy"................
>
> "Willow".............
> ********************************************************************
>
> Elsewhere.....
>
> Buffy Summers jolted out of a troubled sleep, in a cold sweat that
> clings to her body, heart racing she tries to escape from the nightmare
> images running through her mind. Setting straight up in bed, she looks
> around her darkened room almost as if to remind herself that she was
> indeed safe and all, of whatever it was, was only a nightmare. With a
> shaky hand she pushes a damp lock of hair out of her eyes and glances at
> the clock. "04:15 A.M." She says to herself more out of a need to hear
> something other then the pounding of her own heart at the moment.
> Taking deep, calming breaths, she struggles to recall as much of the
> nightmare as possible, 'Giles isn't going to believe this,' she thought
> ruefully running another hand through her hair before falling back on
> the mattress, her mind working. Once her heart is no longer threatening
> to pound itself way out of her chest, she drifts back off to less
> troubled sleep, one thought making itself known just before she
> surrenders to unconsciousness. 'Just who the hell is this Willow
> person?'
>
> End Part One.
>

STORMCHASER (2/?)
>
> Sunnydale High
>
> When Rupert Giles pulled into the school parking lot, to begin yet
> another battle in the war against the forces of darkness {not to mention
> illiteracy}, he was surprised to find his Slayer waiting, rather
> impatiently, for him. Slowly putting his auto into park, he briefly
> went over the possible reasons for Buffy Summers to be standing in front
> of his vehicle; on a Wednesday morning, roughly forty-five minutes
> before classes were scheduled to begin, with a look of irration in her
> face. Rapidly he narrowed it down to three possible scenarios to her
> somewhat odd behavior, and it was truly out of character for the young
> woman to be anywhere near the school this early in the morning. Neither
> one, the world was about to end in one big fiery ball, unless the Slayer
> intervened in time. Which Giles dismissed almost as soon as the thought
> crossed his mind, if such an event was about to happen, changes were he
> would have known about it already. Two, Buffy had come across something
> while on patrol last night that needed his immediate attention. Which
> was also unlikely, mainly do to the fact that Giles had accompanied the
> young woman on her tour through Sunnydale's many graveyards - and had
> been found the entire ordeal numbly boring beyond all reason. The last
> option, somewhat chilled the Watcher/Librarian to the bone, perhaps the
> stress of her sacred duty - and inability to find sensible slaying shoes
> - had finally cracked the young woman, causing her to stalk British
> Librarians in high school parking lots.
>
> "Rubbish." He said under his breath, coming to the conclusion that he
> had been spending way too much time in the company of Alexander
> Harris. The boy was most definitely rubbing off on Giles in the most
> annoying way. shaking his head to clear it of the unruly thoughts, he
> begins to gather up his kit in the seat next to him, only to be startled
> by the driver's side door suddenly being flung open.
>
> "Will you get out of the car all ready!" Buffy hissed leaning in to
> give him the evil eye.
>
> ****************************
> Meanwhile, at the same time just outside of town.
>
> "Wills, breakfast!" Marco Garibaldi called out, putting the final
> touches on his carefully simmering omelet by adding a healthy amount of
> mushrooms and cheese before folding the entire thing in half and easily
> sliding it out of the pan and onto a waiting plate. "Your omelet,
> madam." He playfully said handing over the plate to the young redhead
> that chose that moment to walk into the kitchen.
>
> Not quite awake, Willow took the plate absently as she passed doing a
> double take once she reached the corner table and realized what she had
> in her hands. "I hate when you do that." She grumbled lowly putting
> down the plate and taking her seat at the table.
>
> "No you don't," Marco chuckled placing a kiss on the top of her head as
> he walked by to take his own place at the table.
>
> For as long as Willow could remember Marco had always been there for
> her. He always know where she was, what she was doing, and usually with
> whom. To most teenagers having their movements so easily tracked would
> be mortifying, the teen years being when most young people start to
> experiment and test their surroundings, trying to find their place in
> the world. To Willow it was just her "half brother" being himself,
> Marco was a strong psi, border line telepath actually, so one just got
> used to such behavior. Marco just couldn't shut-off what made him
> unique among their people, no more then he could change the colour of
> the fine black fur that covered his body. Looking at him, Willow
> assumed most would find him to be a terrifying sight, a giant black
> panther that decided to stand up on two legs one fine day to see what
> all the fuss was about. To her, he was just Marco, her big brother,
> protector, fellow mischief maker, and confidant all rolled into one. It
> was he who took in the tiny halfling all those years ago when she had
> been abandoned by her family. It was Marco who had taught her about her
> heritage, taught her the ways of her people - the ones who made their
> homes in the shadows, not the sun-walkers who had left her to die a
> dumpster behind a nameless hotel in some forgotten town. It was also
> Marco, who had encouraged her to learn about the sun-walkers, who made
> up the other half of her heritage. Sometimes Willow wished she carried
> one type of blood in her veins, instead of the dual heritage of a
> sun-walker/shadow-walker mix. It was so hard trying to balance both
> sides of herself, the one that could go out among the 'humans' and pass
> for one of them without much trouble, and the other that longed to prowl
> the night with her 'wild' cousins who roamed the earth on all fours.
>
> "Eat." Came the gentle encouragement, bring her out of her silent
> musings. Looking into the golden eyes across from her, Willow cuts into
> the side of her omelet with her folk, pushing aside melancholy
> thoughts. She learned along time ago to except her 'uniqueness' among
> the pack, it kept things interesting as Grandfather would say.
>
> "Did you sleep okay? I heard you call out last night." Marco
> questioned his golden eyes studying what, by all appearances, was a
> young human seated across from him. He could feel the direction her
> thoughts had taken moments ago. Such thoughts had deeply troubled his
> little sister over the past few months, as her approaching adulthood
> weighed heavily on her young mind. It wasn't easy growing up, it was
> one of the few traits that the humans shared with his kind. He had no
> delusions that it was any easier on Willow, especially with her dual
> heritage pulling at her from different directions. He also knew that
> things were about to get a lot more difficult for Willow in the very
> near future. There was a reason he had asked her to move with him to
> Sunnydale, away from the extended family of the pack, to finish up her
> junior and senior year of high school among the sun-walkers. Willow was
> destined for something big, Marco had known it for a long time, every
> since that day seventeen years ago when a vision led him to an infant
> child abandoned by frightened parents, who had little understanding of
> why their only child had somehow gained fur and a set of fangs.
>
> "I was dreaming about that nut vampire again." Willow replied with a
> growl. "That crazy leech was having..I don't know?...a tea party, I
> think! All night, she kept going on and on about the stars singing to
> her and killing the nasty old Slayer, whatever THAT is?!" she continued
> stabbing at the remains of her breakfast. "And she wants me to help
> her! Kept calling me her little kitten! Her new little pet! I'll
> kitten her, just let her try to collar me. I got something for her."
> She growled darkly, her green eyes flashing with anger and something not
> quite human.
>
> "Drusilla," Marco's voice cut into her grumbling. "She's going to be
> trouble, don't underestimate her, she's as dangerous as they come.
> Don't try to take her on alone, she's almost as powerful as I am and
> she's a lot crazier then I'll ever be........not a very good
> combination." His words brought a knowing smile to both of their
> faces. "As for the Slayer, that one's easy. The Slayer is the
> sun-walker's chosen one to kill vampires. I'm not sure exactly how it
> works, never had much to do with any of them, they come and go so fast.
> I do know that there is a Slayer here, a powerful one at that. Not
> really trained up here." He continued tapping the side of his dark head
> with one claw. "But has the potential for it. I think Drusilla know
> this too, and is looking for a way to destroy the Slayer before she
> becomes a real threat to the leeches." Marco said finishing off his own
> breakfast.
>
> "Does that make this Slayer friend or foe?" Willow wondered, cocking
> her head to one side in thought.
>
> "I'm not sure........things are muddled where she is concerned. Ideally
> she is a good alley, we both hate leeches and really have no desire to
> see the world end anytime soon. Then there is Drusilla. She's the real
> wild card in all this, if she's messing with your dreams, changes are
> she's playing with the Slayer's too. Can't really be sure how the
> Slayer will react until we come face to face." Marco paused for a
> moment noting the time. "But all of that is going to have to
> wait......you're going to be late for school."
>
> ***************************
> Later
> Sunnydale High Library
>
> "Er....hello?"
> Willow called out letting the door swing closed behind her as she
> cautiously stepped into the library. Something about the large room
> void of any living beings at the moment, tugged at the back of her mind
> calling at her base instincts. Telling her that this was a place that
> held great power and knowledge and unfortunately, like the rest of the
> town, wreaked of evil. Although, in truth the library did seem to smell
> a bit better then the rest of Sunnydale, but Willow dismissed it as the
> effects of the hellmouth the whole city had been built upon. 'Only
> sun-walkers would built a town over a hellmouth,' she thought ruefully,
> before being distracted by a new scent. "What the?....." She whispered
> to herself turning back toward the doors, just as they opened to reveal
> Buffy Summers deep in a conversation with her Watcher. Quickly stepping
> out of the way, Willow takes a moment to study the two, they didn't seem
> to be aware of her at all. 'Odd, the girl doesn't small like a
> sun-walker.' She absently noted. 'And they both smell of leeches
> and...' Willow was brought out of her silent musings when Buffy's
> 'spider sense' finally kicked in and she released her and Giles were
> not alone.
>
> Turning around to face the possible threat......she only stares in shock
> at the site of the figure from her nightmare calmly standing before
> her. For her part, Willow didn't know what to make of the blonde girl's
> rapid change of emotions. First there was; caution, then recognition,
> and then shock?? Which made no sense at all, she was sure she would
> remember someone like the funny smelling sun-walker before her. If
> nothing more, then because of the strange little scent she had, she was
> thrown into even more confusion when Buffy finally found her voice and
> said.
>
> "You!!!!"
>
> *****************
> End Part Two

STORMCHASER (3/?)

Willow wasn't sure what to make of the funny smelling human standing
before her. The slim blonde was staring at her with accusing eyes that
held a fire that few sun-walkers carried, burning in their mesmerizing
depths. A fire that seemed to burn form within, hinting at a strange
power that could both consume and ignite the unsuspecting with its fiery
touch. In all, the female intrigued her in ways Willow didn't even want
to begin to think about, it was bad enough she was living outside of a
hellmouth and had a nut leech invading her dreams, now she had a human
giving her strange looks. "Me," Willow said returning the stare with
one of her own, it seemed like the thing to do at the time. Something
about the human called to her, whispered to her inner self about nights
of passion and fire, of long hunts prowling under the silvery moon for
unsuspecting prey. Willow could almost taste the blood of a fresh kill
as the two of them prowled the night, claiming the darkness for
themselves. She could feel her 'beast' begin to stir as the call of the
hunt started to pound in her veins, it was overwhelming, Willow felt
her control starting to slip as her own eyes locked with those of the
young woman staring back at her. She could hear the pulse pounding in
the female....and the male! Willow tore her eyes away from Buffy's,
suddenly remembering that there was someone else in the room. "No!"
Willow growled, fighting to regain her composer in front of the two
humans. 'This can't be happening,' she thought suddenly feeling
trapped, the walls closing in on her. It was the movement of the male
that caused her to turn and bolt out the library, running down Xander,
who had the miss fortune of entering at the time.

*************************************
At that very moment in a boarded up old mansion across town

Drusilla seat back in the antique chair, once used as a throne for some
European king, and smiled evilly. Her plans were turning out just
perfect, even better then she had first envisioned. The Slayer had
responded so well to her manipulations, the dreams the nasty chosen one
had been having were all Dru's doing. The master Vampire had big plans
for the Slayer and those plans did not include her continuing in her
slaying duties. No, Buffy was to stand at her side, as her enforcer,
once she took over as the undisputed ruler of Sunnydale. As soon as the
current master, Drusilla's worthless sire Angelus, was dusted she would
move in an take over the hellmouth. It would be Buffy's final act as
the Slayer, a fitting end to a worthy adversary's career - the vampire
grudgingly admitted - before she took her proper place as Drusilla's
Enforcer.

She could hardly wait! Soon Angelus, and that equally worthless childe
of his Spike, would be gone. The Slayer would be no more, replaced with
Dru's ideal warrior, one with the savagery and brutality created and
nurtured by Drusilla's own hand. And then there was her little kitten,
Dru smiled at the thought of the fierce shape shifter, so full of
defiance and pride. It was those very traits that made her perfect as
her Enforcer's mate, but she would have to be tamed first. Right now
Willow was too strong willed, already biting at the collar that Dru
would soon put around her neck. She would have to do something about
that, Willow's 'humanity' would make it difficult to properly train
her. To weed out those undesired 'human' traits, Dru would have to use
other means to tame Willow, the child's mixed blood made it hard for the
Vampire to manipulate her mind unlike the human Slayer. No a different
approach would be necessary, perhaps she would use the Slayer to help
tame little kitten. Yes, that would be perfect. After all Willow was
for Buffy anyway, a gift from Drusilla for all the Slayer's hard work in
removing Angelus from power.

******************************************
End Part 3

STORMCHASER (4/?)

Much later....

Willow seat in a quiet corner of the Bronze, well as quiet as it got in
the youth club on a Wednesday night anyway, and silently cursed her
decision to come back into town. The longer she spend in Sunnydale the
more she hated it, maybe it was the evil radiating off the hellmouth, or
maybe it was the over all cluelessness of the town's human populace.
Whatever, the cause it was playing havoc with Willow's control. She
usually didn't get this jumpy until around the full moon, when the
effects of the moon's gravitational pull was at its strongest and her
control over her shape shifting talent was at its weakest. However,
since coming to this cursed little town, Willow has had to consciously
maintain her human form, especially around a certain funny smelling
sun-walkers with golden hair and eyes that glowed from within. The same
funny smelling sun-walker that was currently in the clutches of some
hormone driven boy groping one another on the dance floor. 'Marco's
right, it does look like some bizarre form of a mating ritual,' she
thought forcing herself to remain in her little corner and not storm the
dance floor to gut hormone boy for touching her life mate. 'Life
mate??? Where the hell did that come from?' Willow wondered running a
hand through her should length hair. Sure, if she was real honest with
herself, she could admit that she found the blonde attractive......all
right more then attractive. Something about the human called to Willow,
and not just to her human half. No the call was also felt by her 'cat',
her animal self that was growing restless, irritated at hormone boy
draping himself all over 'her' mate. Gripping the sides of the table
with both hands she fought to remain in right where she was and not go
over there and rip out hormone boy's heart and hand it back to him. As
much as the action would appease her cat, she doubted that it would go
over very well with the blonde. Her view of the dance floor was
suddenly blocked when somebody stepped in front of her table.

Rupert Giles stood calmly before the young red head, who maintained a
death grip on the table and just made what sounded like....a growl?? He
had been quietly observing her for some time, watching her watch Buffy
and her latest boyfriend over on the dance floor. Originally he had
come to the Bronze to help Buffy fine tune her 'vamp-radar', as Xander
insisted on calling it, but the Slayer seemed more interested in groping
her current dance partner in front of the small Wednesday night crowd.
Since the whole library incident and what Buffy told him about her
dreams that morning, he was more than curious about the mysterious young
woman. "Er, may I join you...Willow is it?" He asked once getting her
attention.

'Huh?,' Willow thought wondering how he knew her name. She didn't sense
any hostility from him, just curiosity and caution mostly, then she
remembered him. "Ah sure," she said with a nod of her head, she didn't
quite trust herself to let go of the table just yet. "You're the guy
from the library. How do you know my name?" She questioned once he
told the seat across from her, effectively blocking out the dance floor.

"This actually," Giles replied pulling out her class schedule form his
jacket pocket. "You dropped it when you l-left earlier." He explained,
handing over the slip of paper. "I gathered the books you'll need for
class, they are waiting for you at the library with your backpack. I'm
Rupert Giles the Librarian"

"Thank you. I was in kind of a hurry today." Willow replied with a
small grin, after regarding Giles for a moment. The human, while on
guard, didn't seem to be a threat, he was more curious about her then
anything else she realized. She also sensed that he wanted something
out of her, "So Mister Gi...." She stiffened suddenly, whatever she
was about to say forgotten. She was on her feet faster then Giles could
see, her eyes flashing in the dim light. He was even more startled by
the low growl she emitted, "You need to leave! Take as many people as
you can! NOW!!" She growled out, the tips of her fangs peeking out as
she spoke.

For his part Giles remained frozen in his place at her outburst. He
could see the fangs, but her face remained human, 'Just who or what is
this child?' He wondered before another voice brought him out of his
chair.

************************

"Buffy!" The sadistic voice called out with way too much cheer over the
music bring a stop to all activity in the Bronze.

**************************

"Angelus!" Giles cursed coming out of his seat and spinning around
searching the room for the master vampire. He heard an answering growl
beside him mirroring his own anger.

"You know THAT?!" Willow questioned in disgust, having spotted the
Vampire over by the main entrance moving toward the dance floor. She
never knew a human to associate with a leech willing, although from the
librarian's scent it wasn't a pleasant association. 'Worry about that
later.' She decided, her growls becoming a full fedgled roar of outrage
as the vampire made his way to 'her' life mate. Willow didn't fight it
as her control slipped away, her animal half becoming dominate. There
was a leech, several of them in fact, in the same building as her life
mate! Her cat called to her, outraged that such creatures dared to take
up space near it's mate. Such offenses would not go unchallenged, those
damn things were going to die! 'And they better stay dead this time!!'
She fumed moving toward Angelus, intent on ripping out some major organ
and eating it.

***************************

Willow's roar startled even the vampires in the Bronze, they just
weren't used to hearing something that 'fierce', the sound echoing
throughout the room. Hairs stood on end and blood seemed to turn to ice
as what sounded a little like someone in extreme pain seemed to cut
everyone to the bone. Willow continued growling as she stalked toward
Angelus, intent on sinking her fangs into the undead leech that stood in
her path. Suddenly her path was blocked by one of Angelus's more
adventuresome, or stupid depending on you point of view, minions.
Without breaking stride she brings up her foot nailing the hapless
minion right between the legs. As he crashes to his knees in pain,
Willow is suddenly in front of him. Grabbing his head and pushing back
to expose his throat, she latching onto his neck, sinking her fangs in
deep, biting down hard and pulls. Realizing the minion with a shove, he
is dust before he hits the ground. Blood dripping from her fangs, she
growls warningly at Angelus.

*****************************

Angelus had stopped in his track toward the Slayer at the initial roar
from Willow. His own demon thrown momentarily by the savage sound,
recovering quickly he looks around for the source of the sound outraged
to be interrupted in his evening amusement. Then he spotted her as she
stepped out of the shadows of one of the corners, a slim compact red
head dressed in leather was headed his way growling at him. Him! The
Great Angelus, master of Sunnydale! He watched in disbelief as she
kicked one of his seconds in the groin and then proceeded to ripe out
his throat. Angelus had never seen such a violent act, it turned him
on. His demon lusted over the magnificent site of her kill, as an
unholy light burned deep within her eyes. This was a predator, he
acknowledged, all ready envisioning her at his side as he turned her
lose on Sunnydale. Such a fiery little thing, but she wasn't a
vampire. Whatever she was, she would soon be his. He vowed looking
forward to bending her to his will.

******************************

Buffy was staring murderously at Angelus, all ready easing into a battle
stance, when the roar cut through the air. The Slayer turned toward the
sound instinctively knowing it's source, momentarily forgetting about
the master vampire heading her way. As Willow stepped out of the
shadows, Buffy eyes widen in recognition. 'The girl from the dream.'
She thought watching the way the red head moved toward Angelus. 'Like a
tiger stalking it's prey.' The image came to her mind of a large
reddish cat on the prowl looking for a kill. Buffy could feel her pulse
rising as the vampire stepped into her path, she was about to intervene
when the red head kicked him. The Slayer almost felt sorry for the
vampire....almost. She watched in fascination as the leather clad woman
tilted the vamp's head back and just ripped out his throat. Buffy
couldn't explain the feeling of.....pride?!....she had at watching the
vamp turn to dust. Much less the arousal she felt over seeing the blood
stained fangs that seemed to lengthen as the red head growled at
Angelus. 'This is too weird,' she thought forcibly refocusing her
thoughts on the vampires surrounding them and not on the beautiful
creature growling at Angelus. And most definitely not, thinking about
what it would be like to kiss that blood drenched month. 'No, no bad
Slayer'

"Hey Angel long time no see." Buffy taunted before sending a roundhouse
kick to Angelus's head. That seemed to snap everyone out of the trance
like state that had descended over everyone, as all hell broke lose in
the Bronze......just another typical Wednesday night in Sunnydale.
Between Buffy and Willow with the help of Giles and a few others they
held their own against the vampires, the element of surprise long gone
after the first growl.

Angelus howled in pain as Willow drew blood, leaving four parallel lines
across the right side of his face. the master vampire know he was
fighting a losing battle, he couldn't believe how well the Slayer and
the red head minx worked together. They had cut through his minions
like they were fledglings. He had to get out of there, before he ended
up as dust himself. Grabbing one of his minions and throwing her into
the approaching red head he made his escape cutting out the back door.
He paused for a moment to watch as the red head finished off the minion
in the same fashion as before, although she seemed to take a bit longer
to rip out the throat, almost as if she stopped to take a long drink
after a strenuous workout. He felt himself hard at the scene, laughing
to himself as he took off into the night. He had plans to make, he had
to find out who that creature was and properly claim her. After all
they had unfinished business to attend to, he thought bushing one of the
bleeding cuts on his face with a figure before bring the now bloody
figure to his lips. He almost didn't mind that he just lost several
minions to that blonde bitch Slayer, almost!

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Willow was ready to chase after the escaping vampire when Buffy grabbed
a hold of her and spun her around. The cat growled warningly, not
recognizing it's mate at first, but then recognition. The two stared
into each others eyes for several long minutes, before Willow reached
out and licked the side of Buffy's face with a purr and a happy little
whistle. The Slayer was so stunned what she couldn't stop Willow as the
red head darted out the back into the night.

"What the hell was that???!!!" Xander broke the stunned silence having
come up behind Buffy along with Giles.

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And across town, at Dru's lair

The Vampire witch's laughter echoed throughout the empty corridors and
rooms of the mansion as she watched her little kitten lick the Slayer's
face. She was so proud of the both of them, they worked so well
together, cutting through the weak minions of Angelus with such
savagery. "Oh how my little kitten behaved," Dru sang out, her voice
carrying throughout the mansion. It had taken her all night to subtly
direct Willow's thoughts, breaking down her resistance to her animal
instincts. But it had worked, Willow had been just about ready to ripe
apart the Watcher when Angelus had shown up!

But Angelus had seen her kitten's fire and wanted it for his own. 'No,
no that just won't do,' Dru thought. 'I can't have Angelus touching
her, I just about got her to come willingly to me. He'll only ruin all
everything.' She fumed.

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End Part 4

STORMCHASER (5/?)

"What the hell was THAT???!!!"
Xander's exclamation broke buffy out of her state of shock, with a
muttered curse she takes off after the red head determined to get to the
bottom of this whole weird mess. She had ran four blocks before the
thought crossed her mind, 'Do I even know where I'm going?' Only to
have the wind knocked out of her by a compact body slamming against her
own. Crashing to the ground the two roll across the grass in a tangle
of limbs, finally stopping a few feet away. Finding herself pinned to
the ground by something setting on her chest, Buffy felt - rather then
heard - the loud purring that seemed to originate from the figure
holding her down.

"You're following me." Came a playful voice, the purring lowering to a
steady hum, as the figure leaned closer to the flushed Slayer to get a
better look at her face. Or rather to give the Slayer a better look at
her, since Willow really didn't need all that much light to see her to
begin with. "Can I keep you?" She asked after a moment her face
lighting up with joy at her rather unusual find. The Slayer just felt
"right" laying under her, although, all the blonde's struggles to throw
her off where getting a bit tiresome. Willow wasn't sure why she had
waited four blocks before doubling back around one ally to pounce on her
life mate. A part of her, while annoyed at being follow, was trilled
beyond words that it was her life mate doing the following.

Buffy stopped her struggling at the odd question, unsure of her captor's
intend, she finds herself drawn into the green eyes carefully studying
her form above. "Ahhhh, no." She replied honestly, noting that the red
head's eyes had lost some of their wildness, the beginnings of a human
intelligence starring back at her.

Willow frowned at the reply, slowly coming back to herself after the
fight in the Bronze, the stolen blood from her vampire victims having
sated her cat's restlessness for blood but not other things. Leaning
closer, Willow stares into the blue eyes under her for a long heartbeat
before kissing her softly on the forehead. Buffy jumped a bit as the
purring began to intensify after the first touch of lips to her forehead
and jumped once more when those very same lips found her own. 'How can
she purr and still kiss?' Buffy briefly wondered before all thought
escaped her mind when Willow's tongue slipped past her lips and into her
month. The Slayer's eyes widen as the purring got even louder as
Willow's tongue danced across her own and she was positive she felt a
soft caress down the front of her shirt.

Suddenly Willow pulled away from the kiss confusion clear in her eyes.
"This isn't right, I shouldn't be setting on you, at least, not out in
the open after dark. Too many chances for us to interrupted if some
stupid leech mistakes you for food." She said more to herself than to
Buffy. "Where did THAT come from?" Willow questions, her eyes widening
in shock. "If I let you up, do you promise not to run or try to hurt
me? Because, I would really like to know what's going on here , and I
have this feeling you would too because you don't look like someone who
knows what's going on either. And I don't really feel like fighting any
more tonight, well I DO, but I don't want to want to fight you, I just
want to keep kissing you. I like your scent, its kind of funny
smelling, but I really like it. And I want to get to know you better
but I can't do that if we're fighting, it takes all the fun out, unless
you like that sort of thing. Do you like that sort of thing? Either
way, if you don't mind I'd like to skip over the fighting and go
directly to the talking, before I have to do something to those two
humans trying to sneak up on us? Because I think it would be a bad
thing to hurt the school librarian, because I like librarians as a
whole, they're real helpful when you need to look stuff up........and
I'll shut up now." She finished realizing that she had been babbling.
She hated when she babbled it usually meant that the cat in her had just
did something really gross and/or violent, and the human in her was
trying to make up for lost time while her psyche had been out to lunch
so to speak.

Buffy looked up at her captor in stunned silence, her mind still blown
away by the kiss, trying to piece together what the red head just said
all the while wishing that she would just shut up and kiss her again.
'Bad, bad Slayer.' Buffy mentally chastised herself. 'I wonder what
she looks like out of all that leather?' Shaking her head to clear it,
she closes her eyes to try to collect herself. "All right, I promise
not to run or fight you." Buffy said refocusing her eyes on the ones
above her and tried not to groan as the figure moved off of her chest.
"Who ARE you?" Bufy questioned as Willow calmly moved back a couple of
steps, ready to bolt at any moment.

Willow smiled shyly in reply, feeling a lot calmer then she had been all
day. Funny how killing something always seemed to calm her down. Well
that and having her tummy rubbed, but she was "so" not going there at
that moment, as images of the blonde Slayer scratching her stomach, in a
hot tub, suddenly flashed through her mind. She could feel her cat
stirring at the images, liking the idea of seeing the blonde naked - in
or out of the hot tub - Willow's cat didn't care, just as long as the
Slayer was naked. Willow could feel her control slipping as the urge to
mate, to calm the human as her own, began to override reason. Killing
the two advancing humans and handing their hearts to the blonde as a
gift was beginning to seem like a really good idea. "Can we hold this
conversation somewhere else?" Willow suddenly asked, barely keeping
herself in human form. She had been honest when she said she didn't
want to fight Buffy, and attacking the two humans would probably start a
fight, and Willow could think of a whole lot more interesting things to
be doing to the blonde at the moment. Things that involved a total lack
of clothing. 'No! No! Bad, bad Willow.'

"Ah, yeah." Buffy agreed with a laugh. 'What a night,' she thought
wanting to distract her new friend, the purring had been steadily rising
almost becoming a growl there at times. 'She's pretty talkative when
she's not growling at everybody.' Then something accorded to her, "What
do you mean, I smell funny?" She asked just as Giles and Xander stepped
into speaking distance.

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End Part 5

STORMCHASER (6/?)

Then something occurred to her, "What do you mean, I smell funny?" she
asked just as Giles and Xander stepped into speaking distance.

Willow looked startled for a moment before replying. "Well you smell
like a human, but not. Almost like you're apart Brijas, with a touch of
Soljinn thrown in for effect." She paused before continuing, gathering
her thoughts. " It's a rather nice scent actually, just a bit
intoxicating at first.........kind of jumps right out and says 'here I
am', if you're not expecting it. Which I wasn't. Back at the library I
mean. You throw me when you came in, just overwhelmed me with your
scent - which I liked, a lot............I'll be quiet now." She
finished noting the strange looks she was getting from the two males.

*************************

Buffy Summers went over the conversation she had earlier with Willow in
her mind as she made ready of bed. 'Willow Garibaldi,' she knew her
name now, it was a pretty name, although the last name didn't seem to
fit her new friend somehow. 'New friend?' Buffy still wasn't sure what
to make of Willow, half of what she said had gone over the Slayer's
head. Of course, she also got the impression that her Watcher had been
just as confused by the redhead, so she wasn't feeling too bad. Than
there was Xander, the two had pretty much grown up together, and shared
just about everything with one another. Yet for the first time in her
life, Buffy found herself resenting Xander's presence. It was almost
like he was an intruder between her and Willow. She couldn't explain
why she felt threatened by Xander earlier, all he had done was sit back
and make his usual off the wall comments, and yet a part of Buffy wanted
nothing more then to throw him out of the room. Who was she kidding,
she knew exactly why she was angry at Xander. She didn't like the way
he had been staring at Willow's leather clad chest, when he thought no
one was looking.

Shaking her head to clear it, Buffy settled in for a good night sleep.
She could figure out everything tomorrow, Wills was coming by the
library after school, hopefully by then Giles would have some useful
information of them. 'I wonder what she looks like without all that
leather?' Was Buffy's last thought as sleep overtook her and she
drifted off.

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"You're purring." The Mistress said with mild accusation, as she
watched her mate approach the large bed, the purring intensifying as
the object of her affection got closer. "Did you enjoy yourself
tonight?" She questioned with a wicked grin, as her mate slowly climbed
into the foot of the bed and crawled her way up the mattress, to her
goal, the lounging Mistress at the head of the bed. "Of course, you
did." She answered her own question as she took her mate's face between
her hands and drew her close for a kiss. The Mistress didn't get an
answer, nor was she really expecting one. She knew from past experience
that her mate would not speak for, at least, several more hours, the
effects of her bloodlust still firmly in control. As a result her mate
could only express herself in purrs and growls. No matter, the Mistress
really wasn't interested in anything her mate had to say at this
moment. She had several more enjoyable things on her mind to do to her
mate then just 'talk'.

Feral green eyes stared into the face of her life mate, the call of the
hunt still firming holding her mind in its iron grip, pounded in her
veins. The night's kill had been beyond belief, as she and her life
mate hunted together. Their prey stood little chance as they swiftly
and silently descended upon their unsuspecting query with deadly
precision. The thrill of the kill was only surpassed by another hunger,
as the need to mate overtook the bloodlust surrounding her. Calling her
to become one with her life mate, to answer the ancient ritual older
than even man. But she hesitated, waiting for her life mate to make the
first move.

The Mistress smiled as she calmly studied her mate. Her beautiful
hunter had made her so proud tonight, taking down her prey with a savage
grace that only she had. She could tell that the bloodlust that had
driven her mate during the hunt, still called to her, singing of pasts
pleasures that only her life mate could provide. But still her mate
waited, even as age old urges tried to override reason, her mate
waited. She know who was in charge, who was the alpha of their union.
The Mistress was pleased at her mate's obedience, it had taken long
months to tame her champion, to tie her will to that of the Mistress's.
"Undress." The Mistress said, her eyes never leaving those of her
mate's.

Without breaking eye contact, the command was obeyed as the figure
leaning over the Mistress slowly pulled off her leathers before
returning to her original position. "Very nice." The Mistress
complimented running one hand through her mate's dark red hair before
grabbing a handful and pulling her down for another heated kiss, before
rolling to get her mate under her.

>From her new position straddling her mate, the Mistress looked over her
find, rather pleased with what she saw. Her mate's purring had gotten
louder, nearly vibrating the huge bed with its intensity. The Mistress
chuckled as she leaned down to take one breast in her mouth, her mate
arching into the contact of lips against flesh. She chuckled again as
one hand captured the other breast and started to pull and play with the
nipple found there. She contented herself with teasing her mate's
breast for awhile, enjoying the increased purring and low growls coming
from her mate.

Growing a bit bored, the Mistress raised up to take her mates lips in
another kiss, tongues dueling with one another as she slipped a hand
further down her mate's body. Pausing only briefly to stretch taunt
stomach muscles, enjoying the long purr and soft whistle emitted by her
mate, before continuing on to slip two of figures into her mate's wet
folds. "Excited aren't you?' The Mistress commented pulling away to
give her mate a knowing smirk as she moved her two figures in and out of
wet folds with smooth even strokes.

Her mate only growled, emerald eyes fleshing in warning, now was not the
time to be playful and the Mistress knew it. Of cause, that didn't stop
her from teasing her mate with playful nips and bites along her throat
and shoulders all the while keeping a steady rhythm with her hand. She
could feel her mate responding to her touch, her hips meeting her
forceful strokes as hands pulled at the Mistress's silk robe looking
for the flesh carefully hidden within. She only chuckled at her mate's
impatientness, knowing that once the hunger within her precious one was
sated it would be her turn. She knew it was only her mate's bloodlust
driving her actions, firing her need for a quick hard union between
them. But the Mistress was the one in control and it would be her who
decided how their union would be, not the bloodlust that raged within
her beloved. That was why the Mistress always took her first, sating
the untamed fires within her mate, before allowing her mate to pleasure
her.

"Steady." She gave the low command at another of her mate's impatient
growls, lowering her head to capture a breast once more, to nip and bite
at it's peak. Rising her head suddenly, her eyes narrow, "Don't bite
me." She ordered sensing the bloodlust trying to override her mate's
limited control. Biting the Mistress without permission would not go
unpunished, as she gave her mate a firm reminder of just who was
encharge with a quick twist of one nipple. The action got an immediate
result as emerald eyes fleshed with feral intensity, her mate struggling
to regain some control of herself.

The Mistress only watched as her mate struggle to keep her bloodlust
under control, her hand stopping within her precious one. Satisfied
that her mate had indeed regain a bit of control over herself she leaned
down to give her a kiss as a reward, continuing her forceful strokes
once more. Trailing kisses along her mate's jaw line and moving down to
her throat, the Mistress picks up the pace, a third figure joining in.

For her part, her mate could only whimper and clutch at the silk robe
adorning her life mate as she neared orgasm , overwhelming all thought
even the bloodlust that had been consuming her moments earlier. All
that mattered was her life mate and those talented hands of hers,
touching, and stroking.

The Mistress smiled against the side of her mate's neck, feeling the
walls around her figures beginning to contract as she continued to pound
with in her. Right before her mate orgasmed, she gave a low growl of
her own and went to "game face", sinking her fangs deep into her mate's
neck, sending her over the edge.

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Buffy fell out of bed as she awoke in a cold sweat, heart pounding out
of her chest for the second night in a row. Taking deep ragged breaths
she tries to calm herself, unsure of what terrified her more. The fact
that she just dreamed about having mind blowing sex with Willow, and
that it really didn't seem to both her. Or the fact that she was a
vampire having sex with Willow.

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At the same time

Drusilla sat back in her throne, and gave an evil smirk as she watched
the phantom image of the Slayer sitting on the floor before her. She
had responded so well to Dru's careful manipulations of her dreams.
When the time came she won't fight as Dru turned her, creating her
Enforcer to stand at her side for eternity. The Slayer would be more
then willing to become Dru's servant, the dream images having embedded
themselves so deeply in the Slayer's subconscious that refusal would be
unthinkable. It only helped Dru's cause that the Slayer and her kitten
had finally met, granted it wasn't under the conditions Drusilla would
have preferred, but nonetheless they had met and the attraction to one
another already forming.

Soon Dru would have to address the little matter of her kitten's
rebelliousness. She had somehow rejected Dru's manipulations, having
woke up the moment Drusilla's magic had touched her mind. A more direct
route would have to be taken with her, perhaps she would introduce her
kitten to her new home sooner then she had planned. The Slayer could
always join her later, after she disposed of Angelus and his useless
minions. "Yes, that would do." She said making the phantom image
before her disappear with a wave of her hand. She had plans to make, a
room for her kitten prepare.

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End Part 6

STORMCHASER (7/?)

Later that same night - the Garbaldi house.

Willow prowled the first floor in a near blinding rage, her growls echoing throughout the quiet house. Someone had tried to probe her mind; she could still feel the after effects of a powerful enchantment touching her. It wasn't a pleasant feeling; the enchantment tasted of dark magic, the kind that Sunnydale seemed to attract. It was a magic she was beginning to recognize; it smelled of that crazy vampire that had invaded her dreams the night before. However, tonight was different, the magic smelled odd, like it was more powerful. She really couldn't explain it, she only knew that it angered her. With a deep growl of frustration, she turned suddenly and headed for the front door. It was no use trying to get back to sleep, she knew from past experience that she was filled with a restlessness not easily satisfied. 'Best to run it off', she decided with resolve, absently wondering how many miles it would be this night before her cat calmed down enough to sleep.


She had been running for some time, dawn just a few hours away, and Willow was still all wound up. The past couple of days troubled her, she wasn't used to people trying to get into her mind while she slept, and she sure wasn't used to losing control of her cat in public. 'It has to be the hellmouth,' she thought with disgust, unconsciously turning her aimless jog toward Sunnydale. The town was calling to her, mocking her with its evil...almost like it was daring her to do something about it. As a result she was rapidly developing an intense hatred for Sunnydale and its undead populace.

Shaking her head to clear it of her silent musings, she realized that she was headed back to the Bronze. She hadn't meant to go back into town, at least not at night anyway. The fight earlier with the vampires had taken more out of her then she would like to admit. Her cat had gotten a taste of blood and it wanted more. Willow had always feared losing herself to her animal psyche; of course her brother firmly believed that she - her 'human' self - would always remain in control. Sometimes Marco's faith in her astounded even her. Deciding that she had run far enough, and having no desire to see the other side of town, she turned back toward home briefly wondering if she could beat the sun [there] or not.

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Angelus couldn't believe his luck. He had been in a rage of his own after the brawl in the Bronze, losing several good minions to the Slayer and the red head. He had already taken out his displeasure on the assorted minions, who had the misfortune to get in his way, back at the lair. He had left his own mansion lair, over looking one of Sunnydale's larger graveyards, hours ago to spread even more mayhem among any unsuspecting human who might have been outside so late at night. Only to find the mysterious red head on a late night run.

Smiling to himself, he followed her, careful to stay down wind of the small red head. Although, the scars across his cheek were healing themselves, he still felt the need to repay her in kind, to possess her in every way. When he first came to Sunnydale to overthrow the imprisoned Master, he had stalked the Slayer, toying with her whenever he could. He was determined to destroy her, to break her human mind and then vamp her. She would make a good companion for Spike and himself], he had decided. But now there was the red head, who seemed to be helping the Slayer some how. That would not do, the Slayer was his to break and mold in his own twisted image, and Angelus always got his way. The red head's presence in Sunnydale would have to be addressed and soon. The longer he watched her the more obsessed he became. The need to calm the fire that burned within her eyes, as his own consumed him. And whatever Angelus wanted, he got. He was Sunnydale's master after all.

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Drusilla watched Angelus form the shadows, noting her sire's pleased expression as he followed the unaware red head through town. She had the left the safety of her own lair when she felt her kitten's presence in town. Dru had already prepared her kitten's new home, and was eager to place her in it. Soon she would have her kitten with her, where she would remain until the Slayer joined their little family, and then they would rule the night.

Still there was the little matter of Angelus to address; the master vampire was unaware of her presence in town, believing that he had gotten rid of her back in Prague. Her 'daddy' always was full of his self, buying into the insane act she put on for the last two hundred years. She had planned her revenge carefully, waiting for the most opportune time to destroy him as he once tried to do to her. 'Perhaps, I should rethink my plans,' she silently mused, careful to keep out of range of Angelus's senses. It wouldn't do for him to know that she was in town, not until she was ready to stand over him as the Slayer dusted him. 'Yes, it would be perfect,' she thought with and evil grin. Dru would take her little kitten tonight, Angelus was getting ideas of his own for her kitten, and that would not be allowed. The kitten belonged to 'her', she was for 'her' Enforcer, and Angelus's continued interest in either of them was growing tiring. She would have to do something about that, she had wanted Angelus's last hours to be painful as his hold over the town, and minions, were stripped away from him. Dru was confident that she could direct the Slayer in the final battle with Angelus, she would ensure that he would die just as Drusilla wanted him to - painfully and slowly. Then there was the little matter of Spike; she wasn't sure what she wanted to do with him just yet. Oh they had some good times in the past, as they, literally, painted many a town red. But he had chosen to side with his sire, betraying Dru. His death would be nowhere near as swift as Angelus's, Spike would die much more slowly. It would take years for her former lover to finally become dust, but only after she had firmly taken control of Sunnydale. Before she would allow him to become dust, he would beg her for release from the agony that would become the center of his existence.

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'Damn', Willow mentally cursed, the hairs on the back of her neck rising. She was being followed; her cat began to stir at the thought. She was pretty sure that it was a couple of leeches that had attracted themselves to her shadows. She would have picked up heartbeats if it had been a couple of humans. 'Not much I can do about that now. I wonder if they ever played tag before?' She asked herself spotting a graveyard up a head. Her cat was feeling a bit frisky at the thought of turning the tables on her two shadows. 'Maybe some blood would take the edge off,' she [thought] with a smile, as she gave a quick burst of sped and fled into the dark depths of the graveyard. The call of the hunt pounded in her veins for the second time that night. It was time to kill something.


End Part 7


STORMCHASER (8/?)

'Well, this was a rather stupid idea.' Willow thought with annoyance
ducking behind a tomb stone. Now was not the time to be letting her
instincts direct her thinking, she kept forgetting that this really
wasn't the town to be 'running wild' in, well it sort of was and wasn't
at the same time. Shaking her head to clear it, she focuses her senses.
The leeches that had attached themselves to her shadow were good, real
good. While apart of her liked a good hunt, the more rational side of
her resented getting into the hunt in the first place. And then there
was that little voice that kept whispering to her in the back of her
mind. Telling her that someone was missing from the hunt, someone that
was suppose to be there, sharing the kill with her. That little voice
was beginning to get on her nerves, mainly because it had visuals of
just who that someone was and kept showing them to her at the most
inopportune time - like when she was trying to concentrate! The really
irritating part was that her cat really didn't seem to mind the visuals
- hell the cat liked the visuals even adding to them a bit. "You're
hopeless Garibaldi." Willow growled softly. Her cat was in love, she
would just have to get used to it, although she did briefly wonder how
the object of her affection was going to take some of the cat's
'suggestions' on how they should spend their free time.

Here she was playing tag with two vampires in the predawn hours and the
one part of her psyche what would really be useful at a time like this
was having fantasies about a certain blonde-haired sun-walker. "Huh?"
Willow straightened a bit, a new scent in the air causing her cat to
stir even more. Her life mate had joined the hunt, an animalistic light
coming into her eyes, now the two of them could share the kill together.



Drusilla set on the tree branch watching the activity below her with
interest. Her little kitten was such a joy to watch, all power and
grace in a small lethal body. She was a prefect mate for her Enforcer,
the two would be an unbeatable team together and, most importantly, they
would be 'hers! It was fun watching her little kitten toy with Angelus,
as the master vampire tried in vain to locate the redhead. And now the
Slayer was about to join the hunt, oh it was just turning out to be such
a fun night. Her sire was just minutes from becoming dust and she had a
ringside seat! Dru could almost taste the victory at hand, as the end
of Angelus's reign over Sunnydale was immanent and hers would begin.


Buffy carefully made her way through the graveyard, stake at the ready,
unsure why she was even out here this early in the morning. No vamp in
its right mind would be out this close to dawn, the sun already
beginning its ascension. However, a little voice kept insisting that
she had to get to the graveyard, something bad was about to happen.
Buffy had learned long ago not to ignore that little voice, it had kept
her alive so many times in the past. She had also developed an intense
hatred of that little voice, it usually meant that she would end up with
several large colourful bruises for her troubles. Sometimes it was a
real pain being the chosen one.

So here she was in one of Sunnydale's old cemeteries looking for.... who
knew what!? Gripping her favourite stake tighter, she lets her senses
take over, searching with her 'spider sense'. 'Damn' she cursed picking
up the rather frustrating presence of a certain vampire master. Every
since her arrival in Sunnydale, Angelus had been a constant annoyance,
his little mind games having become really old after the first two
days. The vampire had made it a habit to pestering the Slayer at all
hours of the night, usually while she was on patrol and in no mood for
his annoying presence in her life. Just once she would like to have a
patrol where she didn't run into him or that useless sidekick of his,
Spike. Honestly the two of them were just too full of themselves,
believing that just because they had lived a few centuries they were all
that. One would think that after she had kicked both of their butts on
five separate occasions they would have gotten the message, but no they
just kept on about how she had cheated in the fights. Like it was her
fault either of them had thought that sunlamps made really good weapons.



Willow growled lowly as Angelus moved closer to her hiding place, her
cat itching for the kill. Somewhere in the back of her mind she briefly
wondered where the other vampire had disappeared to, but quickly
dismissed the thought. Time enough to worry late, she had a kill to get
to, besides it was only proper that she left at least one for her life
mate.


Angelus froze at the low growl, his demon eager for the taste of blood.
He had time to think over his plans for the redhead as he chased her
through the cemetery. She was truly a thing of beauty to watch in
action, her moves had reminded him of a large cat on the hunt. She was
good, he had to give her that, she seemed to be waiting for the sun to
raise as she taunted him throughout the maze of grave markers with her
growls and hisses. He would have to punish her once he got her back to
the lair, if the sun burned him. He had little doubt that he would
capture her, he was the great Angelus after all and he always got what
he wanted. He was already planning what he was going to do to her back
at the lair. She would learn quickly that he was master, of this he was
certain. He could already picture her at his side as he ruled over
Sunnydale for all time. Yes the redhead and the Slayer both would make
excellent additions to his family, once the two of them had been broken
properly. He grinned evilly at this last thought, he had begun to make
long term plans for the Slayer after she had repeatedly bested him and
his favourite childe in battle. The Slayer was just too good of a
fighter to just kill, no he was going to turn her. She was going to be
his greatest creation, second only to Spike of course. With the
unexpected addition of the redhead they little family would only
increase in the reign of terror it would unleash on the world. Just as
soon as he figured out just what the redhead was, that is. Angelus was
brought out of his silent musings as Willow leaped up from her hiding
place to take a swing at him.


Willow growled as she drew blood for the second time on the vampire.
There was just something about making this particular leech bleed that
just appealed to her cat. Must have something to do with the fact that
this leech seemed to have an unusual attachment to her life mate, such
an attachment would not be tolerated by her cat not one bit.

For the second time Willow could feel herself being lost in her animal
instincts, her cat moving to the forefront of her consciousness
demanding the blood of the leech before her. A small part of her
disappointed that she would not be sharing it with her life mate, but
her mate had her own leech to kill, and there would be plenty of times
in the future for the both of them to share a kill together her cat
reasoned.


Dru clapped her hands together in glee nearly losing her perch in her
excitement. Her little kitten was just so fierce! And her mind so open
and savage! The vampire was having little problems reading her kitten's
mind now, the less complex mind of the cat now firmly in control with
none of that pesky 'humanity' to interfere with Dru's manipulations.
Righting herself on her tree branch, Dru felt her own demon move to the
forefront as the Slayer joined the little stand off below her. 'Yes!'
She crowed mentally with an evil smile. At long last her master plans
would begin. It was time for the downfall of her sore to start, but
this was only the beginning. It wouldn't do for her pets to kill
Angelus just yet, it was too soon the sun nearly up and Dru wanted to
enjoy his downfall.


Buffy entered the standoff with a roundhouse kick to Angelus's head. It
was just such a good move to use on him and he never seemed to see that
one coming. Granted she usual used it to blind side him, but that was
beside the point.

Willow growled with approval as her life mate sent the vampire flying.
It seemed that they would be sharing a kill together after all. Moving
closer to her life mate, Willow begins to change forms. Her wild self
was demanding the right to stand before her life mate in her true form.

Buffy and Angelus were both stocked to see the redhead shape shift
before their eyes. The transformation was smooth, almost fluid, as
human form morphed into that of a large mountain lion. In mere seconds
where once a young human crouched stood a wildcat growling mincingly at
the vampire.

Without warning the cat leaped upon Angelus with a blood-curdling roar.
Only his vampire reflexes kept him from having his throat ripped out by
the enraged werecat. Diving to the side, Angelus comes up in a crouch
only to be tackled by Buffy who was intent on ending Angelus's reign of
terror once and for all. Strangely a part of her wasn't afraid of the
large cat, that little annoying voice telling her that everything was
cool and to just go with it.

For his part Angelus was getting real worried, the sun was about up and
these two just kept coming at him. At this rate he would be dust in a
matter of moments. With a burst of strength he throw the Slayer off of
him and into the cat. Scrambling to his feet he tore off in the
direction of his lair, it would be close but he would make it with only
minor singeing on his part.


Drusilla watched Angelus flee with a wicked grin, she had hoped to keep
her little kitten's secret a bit longer, but Angelus was too close to
being dusted for her likely. She wanted his death to be at her
convenience, she was going to enjoy it. As it was time was running out
the sun was beginning to peek above the horizon, she had to leave now if
she was going to make it to the safety of the sewers. With one last
look at the slayer and the mountain lion, she leaves for home. She had
lots to think over the early morning activities raising many questions
regarding her pets and their place at her side.