DISCLAIMER: No infringement of copyright is intended. You know the drill,
anyone appearing on or mentioned on BtVS are ME's. New characters
introduced here are mine.
SUMMARY: Willow hooks up with a new just as evil shakes up Sunnydale. (This chapter is kinda Willowcentric.)
WARNINGS: Somewhat detailed ritual sacrifice, demon goo, death, language, slanguage and general wackiness.
SPOILERS: This takes place in the Seventh Season starting around 7ABB01 Lessons, then goes its own direction coz I started writing it after seeing 7ABB06 Him back in Oct/Nov.
This story so far refers to events in Seasons 3-7. To be specific: 3ABB16 Dopplegangland; 4ABB06 Wild at Heart; 4ABB11 Doomed; 5ABB19 Tough Love thru 5ABB22 The Gift; 6ABB19 Seeing Red thru 6ABB22 Grave; 7ABB05 Selfless; 7ABB06 Him
CHARACTERS: Ensemble cast throughout - Buffy, Willow, Xander, Anya, Spike, Dawn, Clem
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is written in response to a series of challenges which will be listed along with partial slanguage dictionary entry updates.
AUTHOR THANK YOUS: I just want to thank my beta readers Jill, MacLeod and Mythe for sticking with this thing and for all their encouragement. They deserve medals for all the badgering, lunatic ravings in the wee hours, and head scratching questions I hit them with. Plus the times I left them hanging with just teasers... on purpose. Muah-hahahaha....
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Love And Darkness And My Crossbow
by Eris © 2002 -- All rights reserved.
Chapter One: Unconditional
The Hellmouth had been blown wide open. A seething living waterspout from the Abyss spewed forth its vile contents skyward. Black corrosive darkness seeped into every nook and cranny that was this world, torrents of hurricane force winds swirled and cut like razors. Fire, brimstone and black miasma rained from every direction till up was down and everything as far as the eye could see lay dying, corrupted, and consumed by the evil. Eventually the sky itself began to buckle under, slowly ripping apart. This world was dead.
A shadowy figure stood, arms raised in defiance against the damnation, taunting and raging it on, appearing to revel in it. It knelt down and clutched at another picking it up and holding it vigilantly.
Unseen through the gloom a pinpoint of light appeared, a calm blue-white light that steadily grew larger as the fury of the end heightened. The figure turned, surprised by the light. Confused and blinded it tried to shy away but the ground was alive heaving and pitching while being devoured in this, the final frenzy. The light grew and radiated as it moved. The figure lost its footing attempting to escape it, falling and dropping the other. The light with a will of its own descended on the figure as it scrambled to regain contact with the other. Hands fought, clawed, clasp, gripped, then unwillingly released as the orb of calm blue-white light wrenched one from the other and slowly ascended unaffected by the chaos. As it arrived it left, slowly decreasing in size until again it was a pinpoint. The last point of light in a now dead universe. With its disappearance the world was gone.
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Night. For most, a time of sweet repose, a time to replenish and refresh one's body and soul. But for the Slayer, it was usually round one of a WWF championship wrestling match with evil. And tonight was no exception. From her strategic hidey spot she could see the scenario about to unfold. "HEADS UP!" Buffy yelled before launching herself into the air just as a fang gang trio jumped out to ambush Xander and Willow where they sat decoy on a park bench. She came down hard near the first who only had time to turn before a stake was driven through his chest and he exploded into a fine shower of dust. The other two witnessed her arrival and their companion's demise, "The Slayer!?!" and not being sired yesterday, "It's a trap!" decided to flee and bite another day was the way to go.
"Xander, don't let him get by!" Buffy yelled as Vamp #2 hightailed it past him and outta Dodge. Xander dived at him but the vamp exceeded his reach and he ended up in a heap on the grass.
Willow wasn't so lucky, Vamp #3 charged her rather than avoid her, "Wil, duck!" Xander warned as he shakily aimed his crossbow and shot. From his angle on the grass he missed the vamp's heart and hit him in the shoulder, but it was enough to deter and distract him so that Willow could dowse him with holy water. Howling in pain he ran off leaving only a smoky trail behind.
"You two okay?" Buffy asked helping Willow help Xander to his feet.
"We're fine. Nothing broken and the only thing bruised is our egos," he said as they followed the steadily dissipating smoke.
"They were fast lil' suckers." Noted Willow.
"Well, we've been at it all night, and those three made what ... six tonight? And almost what? Twenty for the week?" Buffy asked.
"Yup, somebaddie must have a quota to fill." Xander replied.
"Look, why don't you guys call it a night, I can chase Regis and Kelly down and dust 'em. It's not like I don't know where they're going." And with that they arrived. "Everyone flee to the spooky-ass graveyard..." Buffy quipped.
"Again? How original." Willow replied.
"You sure, Buff? Coz we got your back." Xander said in his darn tootin'est mock enthusiastic tone.
"200%." Willow followed up with a big broad smile and a nod.
"Yup, I got it covered. You Pinkertons have earned your notches tonight, now scoot." So, like kids at recess they happily relinquished their weapons and left Buffy to her usual haunt to -- the cemetery. "...have one for me too." She called as they headed off to their favorite relax-o-spot.
The week had been long and stressful for the Scooby gang, school was into crunch time, the construction completion date of the highschool gymnasium was nearing past due, and, as seen by the evenings activities, the Hellmouth was overactively spewing forth new baddies like a severe head cold. Needless to say, they were exhausted and just wanting to ride the mellow. Xander and Willow double-timed it to The Bronze. They enjoyed one another's company and the stillness of the night's walk but desperately wanted to blow off some steam leaving seriousness and real-life worries at the bus depot with one way tickets. As they rounded the corner devilish grins came over them, they shared a look and thus began a long standing ritual of their friendship, "Last one there buys first round!" they said in unison and took off running.
As usual, Willow reached the curb out front of The Bronze first. She was never really sure if she was truly faster than Xander or if he was just doing the polite *guy thing* and letting her win coz she was a girl. Or if he was doing the pervy *guy thing* and watching her run from behind ... or was that watching her behind run. Fuck it, either way she got free drinks out of it.
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Unseen in a secluded area a pinpoint of light appeared, a calm blue-white light that steadily grew larger. The orb of light grew and radiated and with a will of its own then descended hovering just below the tree line. The side of the orb began to fold in on itself and a brighter light burst forth from the opening. With that a lone figure was expelled plunging through the darkness to the ground below. As it arrived it left, slowly ascending and decreasing in size until again it was a pinpoint then vanishing completely. After a spell, the figure slowly stirred, picked itself up and stumbled into the blackness.
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Xander reached the stoop and bent over hands to knees trying to catch his breath. He was definitely more tired than he thought. He held his side as he held the door for her, "No gloating, Speed Racer, just in." he gasped from the exertion. "Same as always?" he confirmed.
She nodded so he headed to the bar while Willow went straight to their favorite table. The place was crowded as usual, pockets of people talking and dancing and playing games. And bonus, it was live band night and HPC were throwing out some smooth melodies. She enjoyed their music, last time they played she had even bought one of their CDs, 'I haven't listened to it in a while, what'd I do with it?' she thought removing her jacket, 'Oh yeah, lent it to Dawnie.'
Xander returned with their drinks. "Just the way you like it, Madame, spiffy plastic cup an' all."
"Thanks. Is it me or did this week just win the Suckiest Week in Sucky Week History award?"
Xander quirked an eyebrow at her, "Wil, don't start, I'm not even drunk yet and you're making my head hurt."
"Sorry. Tired." She fidgeted.
"Same here. I've been so bogged down in construction politics I almost wish to be back in highschool again."
"Yikes. Scary."
"Yup," he exhaled, "I said almost, right?"
"Well, if you think about it, you kinda are still in highschool... Technically." Willow continued awkwardly, "In it, and under it, and building it..." Xander just closed his eyes, shook his head and took a big gulp of his beer. "Hey look, Anya's here," she continued.
"Where?" Xander croaked hurriedly scanning the crowd.
"Over by the stage." Willow gestured. "Oops, looks like she's spotted us."
Xander sighed. "Is it too late to drink myself into a coma?"
"Xander." Willow scolded.
"Wil, we came here to relax and... cruise," He defended. "How can I cruise with--Anya!"
"Xander. Willow." She greeted them cordially. "Cruising, huh? I remember that term. That's what I'm here for too," She looked at Willow, "oh, but for guys. I like guys. But I'm not having any luck, so... I guess I can help you if you want." Anya's voice seemed to become more distant as Willow's eyes swept the dance floor. She had gone on some dates now since, even reluctantly put forth effort on an awkward blind date or two set up by Xander, but nothing serious had come out of any of them, not even semi serious. "...I would suggest you ignore over where I just was, the women there are really nasty and possessive...." She spied a few possibilities and a few others she'd need to gauge accessibility of.
"Hello, sugary goodness. Seven o'clock." Xander hinted towards a perky blonde.
A disgusted look crossed Anya's pretty face as she turned to him and went on the attack. "It's always a blonde thing with you, isn't it?"
"Oh, here we go..." Xander sighed and tried to become one with the table.
Willow checked her out. 'Not bad,' but not totally her taste, 'too flashy.' The crowd was swaying rhythmically with the heavy drum beats of the band when suddenly she was awash with a feeling like eyes upon her. She turned and scanned the crowd, 'nothing... wait...' She spied Spike lurking in a darkened corner, pool cue in hand, trying to score some cash from unsuspecting pool shark wannabes. That wasn't it though, she scanned the opposite direction, as the crowd moved her eyes fell upon a figure half engulfed in shadow leaning against one of the wooden support beams. 'Mmm, sunglasses at night kind, foreboding and leather clad, bad girl type' she thought. 'Oh yeah, no mistake, the vibe was definitely emanating from her,' she also noticed that even with the shades she could tell the woman was staring right at her. The woman reached up and tilted the shades to reveal one intensely piercing eye then shifted and began to walk towards Willow. It was almost playing out like a music video in slow-motion as the crowd parted for her to cross the dance floor. Too weird.
Her interest was piqued as the woman neared. She removed the shades and Willow noted the paleness of her skin in contrast to the red of her lips and her dark dark eyes. Her straight dark hair and her clothes moved fluidly over a trim athletic build. Her outfit was quite retro in look almost cyber punkish, 'was that coming back already?' she thought, 'It works for her -- very well.' She exuded confidence and intent in her stride, Willow didn't need to look, she could feel her presence approach, it was overwhelming, near intoxicating. The woman stopped in front of her staring into her eyes, a slight breeze preceded her, Willow took it in, 'she even smells of hottie.' She blinked and tried to think of something cool to say, 'okay, blanking in the coolness department.' "Hi." popped out nervously, "I-I saw you--"
The woman curled her lip and cocked her head seductively, she then reached out and pulled Willow in kissing her hungrily. A slight bit of electricity passed between them prickling at her lips. That, and the aggressiveness startled her and at first she thought she might pull away but instead Willow was overcome by a flood of emotion. Good emotions, love, want, mine, need, truth, forever, and before she knew it she found herself returning the kiss, hands shooting out for a tight embrace. Bits and pieces of images flashed in her mind like lightning strikes on broken glass, shattered and jumbled, her, the woman, places she knew--but different, things that happened--but hadn't. 'Wow, this is new,' She stepped in greedily tasting her, hands roaming across the stranger's back and waist.
"Whoa, mamma, we have uber-sparkage." Xander exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief.
"That's...educational." Anya offered glued to the spectacle.
"Oh yeah," Xander befuddled, attempted to interject some order, "We learned in science class that air was good. Air, Willow. You remember, air?!"
It apparently worked or was just distracting enough to rouse Willow from sensual overload to remember she was out in public -- with friends. 'What am I doing?' she thought, 'This isn't me.' She disengaged herself from the woman momentarily, a spark jumping from her lip, "Air, yes, oxygen, good ol' O2." She breathed heavily from the rush, but the woman wouldn't be distracted, she clutched tightly at her waist and nuzzled her neck emitting a low growly purr that jolted her senses, "Ohhh, good ol' O2..." Her eyes rolling back with pleasure. 'I can get to liking this.'
"Hi there. We're friends of Willow's," Anya announced with a smile. "Willow are you going to introduce us to the strange woman currently attached to you?"
"Uh, sure," she stammered quite flustered, senses tingling, "Guys, this is..."
The woman peered up from Willow's neck like a lion from an antelope, "Rue." She growled then turned her attention this time to Willow's cheek and ear.
"Uh, Rue..., yeah, and uh, Rue, these are my friends, uhh..." Willow was having trouble concentrating.
"Anya..." Anya reminded in her usual nail-grating whiny tone, then stepped forward all sweetness and light, hand extended, "I'm Anya."
Rue looked up again, "Busy now, discourse later." She said grabbing Anya by the forehead pushing her backwards.
She fell to the floor noisily voicing her disdain, "How rude!" and cussing out Xander for his obliviousness, "Ox!"
Rue steered a willing Willow off to a less distracting part of The Bronze.
Xander stood dumbfounded. Caught between thoughts of, 'never seen anything like that,' 'how come that never happens to me,' and ending on, 'damn, I wish I were blind stinking drunk.' He helped Anya to her feet.
"What the Hell was that?" She fumed.
He shrugged, "I'd say lust. Yup, that's what I'd say."
But Anya persisted in her hysterics, "Are you just gonna let her go off with that woman like that?"
Xander stared at Anya exasperated. "What do you propose I do?"
"Protect her, *Mister Man*, she could get hurt."
"I doubt it," Xander took his opportunity, "gauging how she dropped you to the floor like an old potato sack, I'd say Willow won't hurt her too much."
"Ha ha, joke now, Xander Harris, but you'll weep when the bloodletting starts."
'Starts,' he thought, 'it never ends.' "Christ, Anya, relax," he scolded, temper bubbling, "They're right over there on the couch. Watch 'em if that's what you're into now, otherwise..." His voice became less harsh as his temper drained away to thoughts of the past few months, "...let Wil blow off some steam... She's been through enough..."
As usual Anya wasn't hearing him. "I sense something." Anya tried reaching out with her demon self but to no avail as The Bronze was usually populated equally with humans and demons who could pass as human, "Shit, I can't tell ... but she was *very* pale, so, she's gotta be a vampire, or some kind of demon." Anya became very animated. "Xander, go get Buffy and let's stake her."
"An, calm down."
"I won't calm down. That's not right. She's a predator. Even you shoulda been able to feel that vibe."
"An-" Xander's patience was quickly waning.
"You saw her attack Willow and latch on like a... a... a sucky leech creature."
That was it, he grabbed her by the arms and shook her. "Anya!"
"Wha..." her tone hushed somewhat now, "Willow could be in real danger."
"Or, this could just be *you* being paranoid... and jealous." He said sternly. That was the key, Anya was finally speechless. Yet he was surprised when she actually affected a hurt expression back at him, so he softened his tone again. "Okay, this isn't *normal* Willow, behavior, but what is? She touched a darkness even we don't deal with, maybe this is the *new* Willow asserting herself? Or maybe it's just what she needs *right now*..." He searched her eyes for a connection, any kind of acknowledgment.
But Anya's brain was already gearing back up, "...Or maybe it's an emotion succubus?" She said excitement gaining momentum again.
Xander hung his head. "I give up." He sat silent for a moment then reached into his back pocket and retrieved a small notepad and pencil. "Take this. You do the reconn. Stalk 'em all night if you have to. Make sure to get the times and details right." He then unclipped his cell phone and handed it to her. "Report back to me if anything dangerous occurs."
Anya's eyes lit up. "Oo, good thinking." She grabbed the items and before he could say anything else zipped off into the crowd.
Xander sat there mouth open, blinking. "I was kidding." He shut his mouth then raised an eyebrow, it worked. Anya was gone and he was free to enjoy the atmosphere. He got up and headed towards the bar for a much needed refill when an evil thought danced through his brain, 'She's gonna get it, one of those girls is gonna crack her sideways for bugging them.' He grinned an evil, wide grin, 'Oh yeah, POW!' His mood steadily improved between that thought and the fact he had given her his only cell phone so there was no way she could call him. Yup, the night was looking up.
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In a clandestine location a ritual circle was constructed on the floor it was inscribed in the blood of the innocent and adorned with symbols of the ancient and blackest arts. It glowed red and menacing in the flickering light of black candles. A lone figure, a warlock, chanted steadily in an arcane tongue. The wailing of an infant resounded through the steadily dilapidating structure. The figure held the babe aloft then slowly turned and placed it on a makeshift altar. He reached for a chicken foot, dipped it into a goblet and began to inscribe the child, when finished he grabbed a specially prepared smudge wand and with words of dark blessings purified a blade in the smoke. The warlock returned to his chanting awaiting the proper moment. When it came, the movement was sure and quick as the athame was raised above the altar, above the child, and then in one single stroke and a reflective glint, the wailing was cut short.
Above the unholy circle a pinpoint of light appeared, a calm blue-white light that steadily grew larger. The light grew and radiated and soon it began to move within the circle. The warlock held the child tight by the ankles draining it over the circle then shook it vigorously careful not to step into it by accident. Blood spattered the orb of light as it began to roll counterclockwise within the confines of the circle, faster and faster it spun till the light changed color where the blood touched it. The figure spoke three words and the top of the orb began to fold in on itself. A dark light burst forth from the opening and with that he cradled the child almost tenderly in his arm, snatched up the athame once more and removed the heart then threw the baby into the opening. A dark flame erupted from the light and burned so bright the sorcerer had to shield his eyes. More words were uttered and the flame let out a shriek and writhed as if in pain then twisted on itself turning into oily miasmic tendrils. The warlock pointed to a spot on the floor that had been cleared and the tendrils spat out oozing connectors attaching themselves firmly to the area. The mottled orb heaved and sighed as it released its evil unto this world. The figure then pulled a vial from beneath his robes, uncorked it and began to sprinkle the contents onto the steadily growing pile of malignancy. As the potion touched it, the contorting masses began to congeal and still, then steam and glow red hot. The warlock again dipped the chicken foot into the goblet but this time tapped it up and down his blade. Steadying, he thrust the blade into the mound cutting it open, a foul vapor erupted followed by things resembling insects, crawling and flying, fleeing into the shadows. Then slowly a hand emerged, a wicked claw fingered hand. It ripped and struggled and tore at its confinement till... Out of the steaming viscera stepped a true demon, vile and gelatinous.
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Willow and Rue occupied space on one of the couches. Willow pawed at the woman leaning back into the overstuffed pillows tugging at her to get ever closer as they delved into each other. It was uncanny, Rue seemed to know exactly where she liked to be touched and how, it was also kinda creepy which in turn excited her even more making the whole experience pleasure plus overload. She still couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe herself, and with that, self doubt, the great spoiler stepped up, "Wait... stop," she said. Rue froze. "This is too fast... I mean this is great... but this isn't me..." She pushed Rue away and sat up, "I mean we ju--"
Rue touched a finger to her lips, "Shhhh. It's all good, Willow. You lead, I'll follow."
"I've never felt like this..." Her heart raced, "We just met but... this connection... there, WHAM... scary."
She leaned in close and whispered into her ear, "You have nothing to fear, just know that I love you. No matter what, I'm yours."
Willow jerked her head around and saw her soft smile. "NO! You don't! I mean... don't joke." She begged but the look in Rue's dark eyes did not reflect whimsy. "Who are you?" she asked wonderment in her voice. Running a hand up and down her neck she leaned over and snaked her arm around Rue's waist beneath her jacket and lay her head on Rue's chest. The girl folded her arms about her and gently stroked her hair. Willow shifted a bit looking up at her, "The stuff in my head... how...?"
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Spike finished his game and reluctantly handed the guy his twenty bucks. He had sensed Willow and the darkly clad woman from the time they retreated to the couch area by the wall, he couldn't help it. Their heated action completely distracted him throwing off his game, he was not happy parting ways with a Jackson but it'd eventually find its way back to him, eventually, and the goings on by the wall were certainly intriguing if not entertaining. 'Little mouse Willow was roaring tonight,' he thought, this was curious, 'a bit o' darkness musta stayed fast this time,' naturally, for her sake and his amusement, he had to investigate and put his two cents in. After all, Buffy'd never forgive him if Red got in over her head with the like. Plus he was tired of pool for now. He casually strode over and leaned against a wooden support, ciggy in one hand, pool cue in the other. "Well well well, what's all this then?" he mocked.
"Back off dead boy, no free drinks here." Rue growled at the untimely interruption.
Spike took a long drag on his cigarette and smirked at the attitude yet it was to be expected. Let the fun begin. "Oi, you gonna let your new dog talk to me that way, pet?" He shot back.
"Spike, please." Willow chastised.
Rue began to rise to the challenge but Willow clutched at her jacket pulling her back, "Just ignore him." She turned to him and begged, "Spike, I'm in the middle of something--"
But he was not to be put off, the tension in the air tingled like electricity just the way he liked it, "So it seems," he flicked his cigarette butt onto the floor at Rue's feet, "Red just can't keep away... Gone and found herself another big bad wolf to ride..."
"What?" Willow was confused, was he all there or bent back round the bend? Or? She stared at Rue.
"...Hopefully this ones more to your liking." He leaned in and flicked his tongue at them.
Rue slipped from Willows grasp and jumped up, "No one talks to Willow that way, apologize. Now." She demanded.
Spike began to laugh, 'oh, this was great fun.'
"Apologize to her now, corpse, or--!"
Willow jumped up and grabbed her shoulders. "Rue, hey," she touched her face, "don't bother, it doesn't mean anything," She lowered her voice attempting to defuse the big bad fest, "it's *just* Spike, he's harmless. Really."
"Are you sure?" Spike raised his pool cue and snapped it in half with ease.
The crack of the cue echoed around The Bronze like a gun shot. Xander jerked his head in the direction of the sound and saw Spike wielding two stakes in front of Willow and that Rue chick, he dropped his drink and began pushing his way their direction as fast as he could manage the crowd.
Meanwhile, Anya was frantically pushing the redial button on the cell phone Xander had given her and cussing the fact that it kept getting a busy signal. From her secret location she rabidly scribbled her notes careful not to miss a single word.
'Ooo, impressive, got to remember that move,' he thought smugly and continued. "Are you abso-bloody-lutely sure?" he poked at Rue with the tip, "Coz I think I can take care of this one... just like the others."
Careful to push Willow safely aside Rue grabbed Spike roughly slamming him against the support beam.
He almost laughed aloud, yet raised one of the stakes menacingly.
Willow leap in and pushed her way between them, separating them. "Everybody stop it! Spike! Rue!"
She obeyed immediately releasing him.
Spike was enjoying his little shake up when, unseen, Xander came up behind him, behind the support and grabbed the ends of the raised half cue pulling it back taught to his neck. He braced himself with his knee to the beam and held him tight trapping him against the column. "What the...? Bloody Hell." He protested angrily and flailed the other half of the cue about trying to strike Xander with it.
"Everyone stop, NOW!" Willow roared. Electricity crackled about her and a wind gust blew up. The darkness was at hand. Everyone froze. "That's better." She peered about and took a deep breath attempting to compose herself when she noticed it wasn't just her little Scooby party that had stopped but the whole of The Bronze was silent and gaping in their direction. She suddenly felt very awkward and very put upon, "Uh... Sorry, g-go back to what you were doing..." she smiled uncomfortably gesturing to the crowd, "Nothing to see here... That's right... drink n' dance..." 'the Hellmouth never swallows you when you need it to,' she thought utterly mortified. "Oh, Goddess." She held her head, this night had gotten way too complicated way too fast.
Spike gave the stick at his neck a few swift jerks forcing Xander into the other side of the beam repeatedly. "Ow."
"Well, let me go, Harris, you git! I'm just having a bit o' fun with Red and the she-wolf."
"What?" Xander exclaimed holding his nose as he released his grip on the cue half.
"What? What." Spike rubbed his neck. "You are joking?" he glanced from Xander to Willow in disbelief, but Willow's pained eyes reflected her innocence, "You don't know?"
"I knew it!" Anya shouted. Everyone looked about but she was nowhere to be seen. "I told you, Xander Harris! I told you so, HA!" From her position in the rafters above the couch Anya gloated.
Staring ceilingward, Willow felt as though part of her brain was trying to escape out her left ear. She so wanted to know what Anya was doing up in the rafters, but she also didn't want to know because she knew where Anya was concerned eternity stood still in Explanationville. She glanced sideways at Xander, he shrugged sheepishly. She then met Spike's gaze all serious like now.
Spike began backpedaling, "Don't tell me one kiss and you go all daft you can't tell a nightcrawler's fondling you?" Spike couldn't help himself and continued his undermining. "What would Buffy say?"
"Shut up." Xander tapped him on the head with the cue half.
Willow turned to Rue, "You're a werewolf?" she said accusingly.
"Yeah... No." Rue breathed deep, "I'm a shapeshifter. I wasn't going to hide that fact from you." She leered at Spike. "We got interrupted before I could say -- anything." She took Willow's hands, "I didn't want it to be like this -- sound like this."
But Willow pulled away, "I need--need some air," and made a speedy retreat for the exit visually upset.
Rue, Xander and Spike stood and stared at one another. Then Spike broke the silence as he dug into the pocket of his duster, tapped out a new cigarette, struck his lighter and took a long drag, "That went well..." he said glibly.
"You ass!" Rue growled at him furious.
He chuckled, "Temper luv, yer not even trying now."
"What right do you have, huh? You think this is a game do you, bottom feeder?"
"Everything's a game to Spike." Xander mused rubbing his nose, "We know that. But what's your angle? What's your game?" He stared at her hard. "We don't know you, but you sure are interested in Willow. She doesn't need anyone else messing with her emotions. And wolf or not... if you hurt her..."
"Look, Alexander, go ahead and play heroic woodsman, but I'm not here to hurt her. Just the opposite--"
He looked at her skeptically but something inside him, maybe it was the three and a half beers talking, said to loosen the reins. Willow could handle herself now, after all the--things, and right now probably even better than he could. He rationalized, if he'd met an interesting someone tonight, say, a vampy chick or, yet another demon girl from Hell, she wouldn't be puffing and preaching and putting the kibosh on it for him. Nope. That's why he loved her so.
"*Jee-zus* Christ on a rubber crutch, will one of you *assholes* please just go after her already?" Anya yelled from her perch startling everyone. "Buncha fuckin' losers you are..."
Rue raised her arms to ward off the boys and backed towards the front of The Bronze leaving the Scoobies to their own devices.
"She called you Alexander." Spike mused breathing smoke at him.
"I heard that too," acknowledged Xander.
There was an awkward pause, then, "Soooo, aaaahhh, you wanna shoot a game?" Spike asked.
"Sure why not," he acquiesced, "I'm one beer from totally drunk and this night couldn't get any weirder if harpies flew in and did the dance of the seven veils to Walk Like An Egyptian, "Coyote Ugly" style on the bar."
"Are you sure about that?" Spike tested the waters again.
"Hey, can someone get me down?" Anya whined, but her plea landed on deaf ears as they walked off, "Oh, pretend I'm not here. Cute. Thanks a lot, ladies!"
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Outside Willow was quiet, she was all mixed up. Angry and sad and let down an... an... still tingly and wanting an... everything. What was her problem? Another wolf, could she? All the stuff with Oz bubbled to the surface now, she hadn't thought of him in sometime, but Rue, she wasn't like Oz, not at all... well, she didn't know, but she felt it, the way she made her feel was completely different. She loved him true and still, but Oz never emanated emotions much less showed them. She never sensed him across a crowded room like that or, when they kissed, felt like she was engulfed in raw ... desire and couldn't breath, an... zap -- sparks. And then there was the other stuff... What was that? No, she definitely never felt that with Oz, or about Oz... Or... she refused that train of thought to pull into the station.
Her mind drifted back to that Veruca chick, she definitely had that animal magnetism thingy going on, she knew Oz felt it the moment they spotted her on stage at The Bronze, even Xander was struck dumb, she thought she had sensed something too only she tried to deny it, but at the end, there was no mistaking it, she had felt her in Science Lab before she turned. The vibe cranked to eleven, only bad, very bad, she knew she was there and she could feel her want to hurt her, need to kill her, it felt like a scream against her skin, unnerving and shocking, making her feel sick and want to flee for her life. So, was this natural with female werewolves? Could everyone feel it or just the other baddies, and the objects of their ... interest? There was nothing in the books about it, at least nothing she had read. 'Ooo,' she gushed, 'my first revision.' So how could I have known if it's not in the studies?' She tried to bolster her hurt feelings. Didn't work, there was that self doubt again. 'Bad self.' What was she thinking? She should have known. She was a trained professional, well, experienced in demonology, okay, she was best friends with the Slayer. Now she was rambling, but still she should have known. No, the real question plaguing her was did she really want to? Really? The attention, it felt *good*, and she was embarrassed to admit it, even to herself, she wanted more. 'So, what's stopping me, besides sheer panic?' She knew, she just didn't want to face her heart, she felt like she was betraying Tara, betraying her memory, 'replacing her' was more like it. But she was torn, she was lonely and it felt good to have someone interested in her again, for whatever reasons. She and Tara had talked on just this subject not soon after Glory's return to her Hell dimension and Tara was restored. She had told Willow her wishes should anything happen, in spite of all of Willow's attempts to avoid the subject, and she told her she expected her to remember her always but not grieve forever. She had always been concerned with Willow's happiness and insisted she not isolate herself in misery and go all Goth 'n broodylike over her or she'd come back and haunt her in the frightening "House On Haunted Hill", the new version, way and not the nice "Ghost", love story way. Willow smiled at the thought. "What should I do, baby?" she implored skyward.
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"Bthozopth'Thtrop'thyek, I receive thee unto this world!" the warlock spoke. "I, Cranston Silvermane, master of the dark arts, have summoned you to do my bidding. You are my servant. You shall obey me and no other on this plane. My will be done. Bow down." The demon slowly acclimating to its new surroundings responded, he was covered in ritual scars and tattoos that appeared to be the remnants of past summonings, "Kneel." He ordered. As the demon obeyed, the warlock began an incantation in a tongue of the ancients and raising the athame carved yet another symbol into the demon's flesh. Then he dissevered a piece of the demon and placed it in a small pouch about his neck. The demon appeared unfazed by his activities. It just knelt and stared menacingly through horrible intensely cold eyes.
The warlock then reached for the heart he had preserved. He crossed to a specially carved wooden idol inset in a niche in the wall of the mausoleum. He squeezed the child's heart over the statue like a sponge drenching it in blood then placed the heart in the open hands of the carved figure. With that the idol glowed and the heart began to pulsate as if suddenly reanimated. "Within this confine you shall sleep till I awaken thee to do my bidding." He pointed indicating for the demon to move to the idol.
"I obey," came the raspy voice, it then crossed to the icon and reached for the heart. Just as its clawed fingers touched it, the glow of the statue changed color, it became dark like that of a black flame and in a flash the demon, heart and blood were gone, only the idol remained. But it had transmuted, instead of the finely carved wood it now appeared transparent almost like glass or that of a candled egg wherein the warlock could see the demon spirit trapped inside wriggling about.
With that his ceremony was complete. The warlock extinguished the candles, gathered his tools and carefully placed the idol into a specially lined box. After the night's activities he was physically, emotionally and spiritually drained. He needed to rest and regain his strength before wakening the demon. But he would also have to go about finding more sacrifices before his evil tasks could be accomplished.
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Outside it took but a moment for Rue's eyes to adjust to the darkness. She sniffed the air, it wasn't hard to track Willow she hadn't gone very far, she found her around the corner leaning against the wall of the nightclub, arms tightly folded. She approached slowly and leaned a shoulder into the wall. "You're mad. Tell me what to say, what to do."
Willow shrugged.
"I'm sorry I'm not normal." Rue finished.
Willow looked at her, "It's not that."
"Yes, it is. You assumed I was normal and I'm not--you're disappointed."
"No." Willow struggled with her feelings, her words, "You can't help who... It's Spike... and the whole show... an..."
"...It terrified you. I saw it in your eyes. S'okay, I understand. An now you're all, I might hurt you, coz, I'm all -- rrrrrr... an bark at the moon, scarylike now." Rue nodded her head, "I'm used to it," she pulled herself up and took a step back, "I'll... leave," she turned to walk away, "but, know that I still wanna be with you."
Her frankness did frighten her, "Why?" she implored.
She stopped and turned back around, "Because I love you."
"How?" she protested, "We've never met before... I don't think... You don't even know me... You don't just blurt that out like, I'll have fries with that." Her brow wrinkled as a sudden thought occurred, "Give me your jacket." She demanded.
The night air was cool and crisp this time of year yet not too chilly, Rue obliged without question, she removed her duster and held it up for her, but instead of climbing into it, she snatched it and threw it down the darkened alley, it landed somewhere behind the yellow dumpster with a hearty *PLAF*.
Rue quirked an eyebrow at her, "Mmm, if this is an impromptu leather boycott can we at least wait till we're somewhere more secluded to release the pants and boots back into the wilds of Sunnydale?"
'She is funny.' "You can keep those... for now." She grinned seductively. They stood there for a long spell then Willow asked, "How do you feel?"
"I feel the need to kiss you," Rue looked at her feet, kicked at the bricks, then winced and chuckled nervously, "That's bad, sounds like a cheap movie line but it's the best I got," she fidgeted, "I'm not suave or debonair, I'm just -- plain crazy about you. We were having a good time... or, was I fantasizing?" She scratched at her eyebrow, "I do do that sometimes..."
"A very good time." Willow smiled gently her green eyes reflecting the lamp light.
"Oh good," she gushed with relief, "I hate it when it's just me." Then her tone became serious, "Look, I can't make you do anything you don't want to but don't be shied by that arrogant clod, okay," she looked at her in earnest.
"Okay," Willow nodded.
"You, um, ready to go back inside?" Willow shook her head, no. "Ah, okay then, we'll just keep the building from leaning a bit longer."
Willow laughed out loud, she felt her nerve returning and her confusion slipping away, she felt comfortable with this one and best of all she seemed sincere, if nothing else, she was incurably direct. "This is still weird." She said leaning in. "But around here weird kinda becomes second nature."
"Oh?" Rue purred. "Then you need to sit right back and hear a tale--"
"A tale of a fateful trip... Ooo, did it start from a tropic port?"
Rue tilted her head, "No, a Hellmouth actually..."
"Ah, a story I can relate to," she gestured to the alley, "go get your duster and let's find someplace less ... reeky dumpstery."
"Great idea, but I've been meaning to ask you something?"
Willow looked at her.
"Does your friend always lurk around in rafters and on rooftops like that?"
"Who?" she thought for a moment then made the connection, "Anya? No, this is new, even for the Queen of Quirk."
"I heard that, Willow Rosenberg," came from the roof of The Bronze where Anya was now perched spying on the pair.
Willow looked up and tried to get a bead on her, "Anya, go the Hell away before I rain darkness down upon you."
There was a momentary pause, then, "Okay."
Rue returned, dusted off the jacket and held it up for Willow again.
"You won't get too cold?" she asked.
Rue had on a billowy white dress shirt with a small black tank top underneath. "Don't worry I can always slip into something warm and furry." She smiled broadly.
This time she climbed into it, it was warm and smelled musky sweet. "Come here," she instructed and pulled her in close, no sooner she did the feeling of intense desire returned. They resumed each other's company, sparks began to fly but just as things began to escalate Willow asked breathless, "Is she gone yet?"
Rue shook her head, no.
"God damn it. I'm serious Anya!" She barked.
"Okay, okay, but if you're gonna flay anyone, do Xander, this was his idea."
"Let's go." Willow said taking Rue's hand and pulling her down the street away from The Bronze, they playfully grabbed at one another dancing and circling and kissing as they went.
"Where're we headed?" Rue asked.
Willow suddenly stopped. She hadn't thought about that, she wasn't living alone in the dorm anymore and she'd never brought anyone to Buffy's house before. At least not in a wooey date-type kind of capacity. She and Tara had already been living together in the dorm for a while, and it was only when Buffy died that Tara suggested they make the move into Joyce's house to make it easier for Dawn to adjust and to pull off the whole Buffybot fabrication. She'd never really had anyone over before and definitely not ... after. Would this be a positive thing? Or would she go all squirrely and come up bawling like a baby? She didn't know how she'd feel.
"We could go--" Rue began.
'Oh Goddess, don't finish that sentence.' Her brain screamed, that was even more frightening. Being completely out of her element and in unfamiliar surroundings, it was definitely too soon for that.
"--I was gonna suggest my place, but ah, that's pretty forward, 'sides it's dank and you never know whose coming and going there, so..." she scratched her head, "not very romantic. We could go to Early's Late Spot, that is, if you're hungry?"
Willow shook her head, "Not really." 'Just say it you goof,' she thought. 'Don't make this more awkward than you already are. Invite her back to the house. Open your mouth and say it.' She put her arm around Rue and buried her face in her shoulder seeking strength, In response, Rue put her arms around her giving a good squeeze and held her. "My place." Willow finally blurted into her shoulder, "You, me, we'll go to my place." 'See, that wasn't so hard,' she thought legs feeling like Jell-O®. 'No, it wasn't.' They headed down the street, the waxing moon shining bright above. As they walked the playful desires returned.
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Back at the house Buffy was just getting in. It was late, Dawn was already in bed. It had taken her a bit longer to find the vamps' hideout than she thought, that compounded by all the inane running about like headless chickens had slowed the dusting process considerably. 'I hope she finished her homework,' she thought flopping down on the couch. "Wil? Willow?" she called but there was no answer. 'She and Xander are probably still at The Bronze,' she reasoned kicking off one of her boots. She was exhausted, and the couch was comfy. She yawned, a bit too comfy. "Stupid couch," she said snuggling into its fluffy pillows and putting her foot on the coffee table, "Hello mister foot, that's much better isn't it? Hold up now, don't be impatient," she leaned over, raised her other foot, grabbed at her boot, pulled it off and threw it down. "There, join your solemate," she said plonking her other foot onto the table. "You two deserve a massage after tonight's ass kicking." She wiggled her toes in agreement. 'Christ, I'm talking to my feet I must be tired,' she rubbed her eyes and sat for a moment caught in the tween state of 'bed upstairs, sofa comfy' then slowly rose, hit the light switch and ascended the stairs. In too few hours she'd have to be up and at work. She passed Willow's room, the door was open, no one there. Then went to Dawn's room, the door was slightly ajar, she opened it and peered in. Dawn was all tucked in sleeping with Mr. Gordo. She tapped the night-light off then turned on a different light-sensor night- light; their secret cue for 'she made it home safe and sound' should Dawn wake up in the middle of the night she need not worry Buffy was still out patrolling or worse. Closing the door she headed for her room. Her dentist would have to deal as she was too tired to find her teeth much less brush them, she closed her door behind her not bothering with the lights, and left a trail of clothes towards the bed, starting with her jacket. She tied the drawstring on her jammy pants and dived under the covers. Sleep was waiting in the wings to welcome her.
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"Here." Willow pointed to the big white two story house at 1630 Revello. The long walk to the steps seemed to last forever. Willow could hardly get the front door open, she fumbled with the key in the lock then left it there almost forgotten as she turned her attentions back to Rue clutching at her and kissing her pulling them against the door with a clatter, she returned to the lock, twisted the key and the door handle. They nearly fell to the floor as the door swung open from their weight. Willow let out a surprised squeal that caused Rue in turn to burst out laughing. She quickly slapped a hand over both their mouths, "Shhhh, my housemates can be light sleepers." Dawnie and Buffy should be asleep, but sometimes Buffy was too wired to sleep so she'd read for a bit. Either way she didn't want anyone coming down and interrupting or giving her the "look".
"That could be a problem." Rue purred into her neck.
Getting up and closing the door with great care not to make more noise Willow then pushed Rue into the living room and slipped off the duster dropping it to the rug. She grabbed her roughly around the neck and pulled her onto the overstuffed sofa with her. They took up where they had left off at The Bronze, emotions igniting. Electricity crackled and sparks flew, "What was that?" Willow jumped.
Rue shrugged.
"I thought I saw a light."
"I don't see anything except your luscious neck," she replied between kisses. "Your skin is so... warm."
Willow closed her eyes and put her mind back on track but after a spell she became distracted again, "What was that?" she asked nearly jumping out of her skin this time.
"The house settling." Rue assured.
"No, it sounded like a door opening." She craned her neck to look into the foyer area.
"Trust me, my hearing's way better than yours." They resumed their interest but as Rue shifted position, the couch or floorboard or something in the room creaked and Willow spazzed nearly knocking Rue to the floor. Disentangling herself she sat up.
"What's the matter?" Willow asked.
"You're sweet," she said getting to her feet and picking her duster up off the rug and began to put it on.
"Wha-where...?" Willow sat bolt upright.
"You're not comfortable, we can do this--"
"NO!" Willow yelled then realized her volume, "no," she whispered, "it's just late." Willow scrambled off the couch, "Don't. I don't want you to leave," she cradled her face and kissed her then snaked her arms around her and placed her head on Rue's chest gently nibbling her neck. "Stay." She stepped back, took her hands and headed for the stairs.
As Willow mounted the first step Rue paused and released one of her hands, "You absolutely sure?" she asked in a hushed tone.
She turned and nodded, her green eyes twinkling.
Rue followed her lead coming up from behind and wrapping her arms around her. They snuck up the stairs attempting, but failing miserably, at keeping them from creaking as they went, which in turn, made them giggle and snort like schoolgirls. Willow closed the door behind them.
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Sometime before sunrise Bthozopth materialized on the spot that the warlock had prepared for his arrival to this plane. He surveyed his surroundings. Cranston Silvermane and the box were nowhere to be seen. The demon fingered the new marking on its chest and smiled for he carried the knowledge of the ancients, a knowledge not transcribed in a grimoire or once transcribed but now lost to mortal time. The talisman of his flesh bound him bodily to Silvermane but he was careless like all mortals, he did not bind their psyches leaving Bthozopth with free will. This mistake would cost him dearly as he possessed the power to astrally project beyond the limits of the idol. He raised his arms and cried out, the timbre was like a sonic boom. The shadows seemed to come to life twisting and turning, slowly they transformed into things resembling insects, crawling and flying, fleeing from the shadows towards the demon. That which came forth was actually part of him, a physical part that was not contained, not bound by Cranston. His bridge to this world. Swiftly the living pieces skittled up the demon's body moving and enveloping him jockeying into position. As each bit found its spot the demon's ritual scarring was filled in until he was almost whole only the piece Cranston guarded around his neck was missing and it shone red in the dim light as a constant reminder.
"Not much longer. Soon we will be whole and you may feast." Bthozopth announced, "But first things first." With that he paused and deconstructed. Bits and pieces trembled then detached and slowly they transformed into things resembling insects, crawling and flying, fleeing from the demon like a cloud of bees towards the mouth of the crypt, away they flew into the darkness of early morn.
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Dawn was jolted awake by a loud noise, 'What was that?' her mind was fuzzy with sleep. She rubbed her eyes and looked about. The sensor light was on, 'probably Buffy closing the door,' but as she focused she saw lights twinkling under the door. And giggling, she definitely heard giggling. 'What're Buffy and Wil up to now?' She got up and peered into the hall. Buffy's door was closed. A comet of light zoomed past her head startling her. She quickly turned and looked the other direction, the fireworks were coming from Willow's room. She crept down the hall eyes wide with wonder at the sight before her. It was magical like something out of a movie. Lights mostly pinpoints of white and yellow, floated about in the air like snowflakes while others danced about like reflections off a disco ball, some reminded her of Roman candles throwing off sparks as they dashed about frenzied, bouncing off of things. She giggled as she had to dodge and duck a few times before reaching Willow's room. "Willow?" she called out quietly tapping on the door. "Willow, it's beautiful." The voices and laughter went silent and in a flash the lights were gone, extinguished. She stood in the darkened hallway. "Willow?" she called again but a response was slow to come.
Finally she heard Willow's stern voice, "Go back to bed Dawnie it's late."
"But--"
"Dawn. It's late." Wil barked.
She sighed, "'kay," and reluctantly returned to her room. 'I never get to be in on the good stuff,' she thought closing her door and climbing back into bed.
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That which was Bthozopth took to the night. The air was crisp and cool. Most bracing after what seemed like an eternity in a Hell dimension. He savored the freedom of the winds and for a moment the thought of release, of total dispersion crossed his mind but he knew it could not happen, not as long as he was bound. He knew what must be done and had too few hours to accomplish his task. Traversing Sunnydale he sought out the perfect locale to extract what he needed to survive. He searched carefully, the sun would soon rise, his first in many millennia. He cringed at the thought and continued to search until he found what he was looking for.
Hovering on the wind he waiting for the perfect moment to arrive. In the early darkness a mini-van slowly made its way down a street. It pulled into a driveway edging its way along then stopped in front of a house. The motor shut down and a lone woman unbuckled her seat belt and got out. She opened the side panel door. Inside her child slept soundly, snug in its car seat. She checked it for assurance then grabbed the diaper bag and another bag on the floor at its feet. She headed up the walk fumbling with her keys to open the house door. That was the moment. He sprung into action swooping down from above like an angry swarm as the woman neared the front door.
Inside the mini-van the swarm silently slipped hovering above the sleeping infant. A single drop fell to the babe's cheek. Then another and another until it appeared as though the interior of the van was raining blood. The babe stirred but a little and let out a drowsy coo as it was slowly being engulfed in the sanguine fluid. The tot woke now seeming to sense the danger, it flailed a hand to its face in what could only be described as a vain attempt to struggle. Fear gripped it and it opened its mouth to cry. No sounds would emerge as the solution, with a will of its own, rushed to stop its action blocking off its mouth and nostrils. It continued to rain down and where it beaded it raced to mete areas not covered until the baby was completely encased.
It struggled to breathe, cry, anything, but was not rewarded and as it ceased its morbid machinations it began to melt away like hot butter on a burner. Flesh bubbled and dissipated revealing muscle, sinew, then bones. The macabre scene took but a moment, as long as it takes to strike key to lock, and the baby was gone. Bthozopth swirled above the now empty car seat energy renewed and as the mother returned down the walk he simply dematerialized. She approached the van and panic set in. The empty car seat was worse than any blow. She screamed and screamed again terror settling in the pit of her stomach. Lights popped on at surrounding houses and a half dressed man came running out of the house to join her, quiet her, comfort her, their lives changed forever.
Bthozopth grinned a wicked grin, he took pleasure in the chaos below but he could not dwell, he felt the sun's approach, so he again took to the night and returned to his place of summoning. Things resembling insects, crawling and flying, leap from the incoming swarm, trembling bits and pieces reattached, slowly transforming back into the demon's physical form. He spoke but a word and the physical part of him that was not contained, not bound by Cranston released its hold and began to skittle down his body twisting and turning disappearing into the shadows once again. He stretched his muscles in approval. He was visibly stronger and this pleased him. Bthozopth returned to the spot that the warlock had prepared for his arrival to this plane and just before sunrise he dematerialized astrally projecting back to the confines of the idol.
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To be continued in Chapter 2
SUMMARY: Willow hooks up with a new just as evil shakes up Sunnydale. (This chapter is kinda Willowcentric.)
WARNINGS: Somewhat detailed ritual sacrifice, demon goo, death, language, slanguage and general wackiness.
SPOILERS: This takes place in the Seventh Season starting around 7ABB01 Lessons, then goes its own direction coz I started writing it after seeing 7ABB06 Him back in Oct/Nov.
This story so far refers to events in Seasons 3-7. To be specific: 3ABB16 Dopplegangland; 4ABB06 Wild at Heart; 4ABB11 Doomed; 5ABB19 Tough Love thru 5ABB22 The Gift; 6ABB19 Seeing Red thru 6ABB22 Grave; 7ABB05 Selfless; 7ABB06 Him
CHARACTERS: Ensemble cast throughout - Buffy, Willow, Xander, Anya, Spike, Dawn, Clem
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is written in response to a series of challenges which will be listed along with partial slanguage dictionary entry updates.
AUTHOR THANK YOUS: I just want to thank my beta readers Jill, MacLeod and Mythe for sticking with this thing and for all their encouragement. They deserve medals for all the badgering, lunatic ravings in the wee hours, and head scratching questions I hit them with. Plus the times I left them hanging with just teasers... on purpose. Muah-hahahaha....
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Love And Darkness And My Crossbow
by Eris © 2002 -- All rights reserved.
Chapter One: Unconditional
The Hellmouth had been blown wide open. A seething living waterspout from the Abyss spewed forth its vile contents skyward. Black corrosive darkness seeped into every nook and cranny that was this world, torrents of hurricane force winds swirled and cut like razors. Fire, brimstone and black miasma rained from every direction till up was down and everything as far as the eye could see lay dying, corrupted, and consumed by the evil. Eventually the sky itself began to buckle under, slowly ripping apart. This world was dead.
A shadowy figure stood, arms raised in defiance against the damnation, taunting and raging it on, appearing to revel in it. It knelt down and clutched at another picking it up and holding it vigilantly.
Unseen through the gloom a pinpoint of light appeared, a calm blue-white light that steadily grew larger as the fury of the end heightened. The figure turned, surprised by the light. Confused and blinded it tried to shy away but the ground was alive heaving and pitching while being devoured in this, the final frenzy. The light grew and radiated as it moved. The figure lost its footing attempting to escape it, falling and dropping the other. The light with a will of its own descended on the figure as it scrambled to regain contact with the other. Hands fought, clawed, clasp, gripped, then unwillingly released as the orb of calm blue-white light wrenched one from the other and slowly ascended unaffected by the chaos. As it arrived it left, slowly decreasing in size until again it was a pinpoint. The last point of light in a now dead universe. With its disappearance the world was gone.
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Night. For most, a time of sweet repose, a time to replenish and refresh one's body and soul. But for the Slayer, it was usually round one of a WWF championship wrestling match with evil. And tonight was no exception. From her strategic hidey spot she could see the scenario about to unfold. "HEADS UP!" Buffy yelled before launching herself into the air just as a fang gang trio jumped out to ambush Xander and Willow where they sat decoy on a park bench. She came down hard near the first who only had time to turn before a stake was driven through his chest and he exploded into a fine shower of dust. The other two witnessed her arrival and their companion's demise, "The Slayer!?!" and not being sired yesterday, "It's a trap!" decided to flee and bite another day was the way to go.
"Xander, don't let him get by!" Buffy yelled as Vamp #2 hightailed it past him and outta Dodge. Xander dived at him but the vamp exceeded his reach and he ended up in a heap on the grass.
Willow wasn't so lucky, Vamp #3 charged her rather than avoid her, "Wil, duck!" Xander warned as he shakily aimed his crossbow and shot. From his angle on the grass he missed the vamp's heart and hit him in the shoulder, but it was enough to deter and distract him so that Willow could dowse him with holy water. Howling in pain he ran off leaving only a smoky trail behind.
"You two okay?" Buffy asked helping Willow help Xander to his feet.
"We're fine. Nothing broken and the only thing bruised is our egos," he said as they followed the steadily dissipating smoke.
"They were fast lil' suckers." Noted Willow.
"Well, we've been at it all night, and those three made what ... six tonight? And almost what? Twenty for the week?" Buffy asked.
"Yup, somebaddie must have a quota to fill." Xander replied.
"Look, why don't you guys call it a night, I can chase Regis and Kelly down and dust 'em. It's not like I don't know where they're going." And with that they arrived. "Everyone flee to the spooky-ass graveyard..." Buffy quipped.
"Again? How original." Willow replied.
"You sure, Buff? Coz we got your back." Xander said in his darn tootin'est mock enthusiastic tone.
"200%." Willow followed up with a big broad smile and a nod.
"Yup, I got it covered. You Pinkertons have earned your notches tonight, now scoot." So, like kids at recess they happily relinquished their weapons and left Buffy to her usual haunt to -- the cemetery. "...have one for me too." She called as they headed off to their favorite relax-o-spot.
The week had been long and stressful for the Scooby gang, school was into crunch time, the construction completion date of the highschool gymnasium was nearing past due, and, as seen by the evenings activities, the Hellmouth was overactively spewing forth new baddies like a severe head cold. Needless to say, they were exhausted and just wanting to ride the mellow. Xander and Willow double-timed it to The Bronze. They enjoyed one another's company and the stillness of the night's walk but desperately wanted to blow off some steam leaving seriousness and real-life worries at the bus depot with one way tickets. As they rounded the corner devilish grins came over them, they shared a look and thus began a long standing ritual of their friendship, "Last one there buys first round!" they said in unison and took off running.
As usual, Willow reached the curb out front of The Bronze first. She was never really sure if she was truly faster than Xander or if he was just doing the polite *guy thing* and letting her win coz she was a girl. Or if he was doing the pervy *guy thing* and watching her run from behind ... or was that watching her behind run. Fuck it, either way she got free drinks out of it.
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Unseen in a secluded area a pinpoint of light appeared, a calm blue-white light that steadily grew larger. The orb of light grew and radiated and with a will of its own then descended hovering just below the tree line. The side of the orb began to fold in on itself and a brighter light burst forth from the opening. With that a lone figure was expelled plunging through the darkness to the ground below. As it arrived it left, slowly ascending and decreasing in size until again it was a pinpoint then vanishing completely. After a spell, the figure slowly stirred, picked itself up and stumbled into the blackness.
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Xander reached the stoop and bent over hands to knees trying to catch his breath. He was definitely more tired than he thought. He held his side as he held the door for her, "No gloating, Speed Racer, just in." he gasped from the exertion. "Same as always?" he confirmed.
She nodded so he headed to the bar while Willow went straight to their favorite table. The place was crowded as usual, pockets of people talking and dancing and playing games. And bonus, it was live band night and HPC were throwing out some smooth melodies. She enjoyed their music, last time they played she had even bought one of their CDs, 'I haven't listened to it in a while, what'd I do with it?' she thought removing her jacket, 'Oh yeah, lent it to Dawnie.'
Xander returned with their drinks. "Just the way you like it, Madame, spiffy plastic cup an' all."
"Thanks. Is it me or did this week just win the Suckiest Week in Sucky Week History award?"
Xander quirked an eyebrow at her, "Wil, don't start, I'm not even drunk yet and you're making my head hurt."
"Sorry. Tired." She fidgeted.
"Same here. I've been so bogged down in construction politics I almost wish to be back in highschool again."
"Yikes. Scary."
"Yup," he exhaled, "I said almost, right?"
"Well, if you think about it, you kinda are still in highschool... Technically." Willow continued awkwardly, "In it, and under it, and building it..." Xander just closed his eyes, shook his head and took a big gulp of his beer. "Hey look, Anya's here," she continued.
"Where?" Xander croaked hurriedly scanning the crowd.
"Over by the stage." Willow gestured. "Oops, looks like she's spotted us."
Xander sighed. "Is it too late to drink myself into a coma?"
"Xander." Willow scolded.
"Wil, we came here to relax and... cruise," He defended. "How can I cruise with--Anya!"
"Xander. Willow." She greeted them cordially. "Cruising, huh? I remember that term. That's what I'm here for too," She looked at Willow, "oh, but for guys. I like guys. But I'm not having any luck, so... I guess I can help you if you want." Anya's voice seemed to become more distant as Willow's eyes swept the dance floor. She had gone on some dates now since, even reluctantly put forth effort on an awkward blind date or two set up by Xander, but nothing serious had come out of any of them, not even semi serious. "...I would suggest you ignore over where I just was, the women there are really nasty and possessive...." She spied a few possibilities and a few others she'd need to gauge accessibility of.
"Hello, sugary goodness. Seven o'clock." Xander hinted towards a perky blonde.
A disgusted look crossed Anya's pretty face as she turned to him and went on the attack. "It's always a blonde thing with you, isn't it?"
"Oh, here we go..." Xander sighed and tried to become one with the table.
Willow checked her out. 'Not bad,' but not totally her taste, 'too flashy.' The crowd was swaying rhythmically with the heavy drum beats of the band when suddenly she was awash with a feeling like eyes upon her. She turned and scanned the crowd, 'nothing... wait...' She spied Spike lurking in a darkened corner, pool cue in hand, trying to score some cash from unsuspecting pool shark wannabes. That wasn't it though, she scanned the opposite direction, as the crowd moved her eyes fell upon a figure half engulfed in shadow leaning against one of the wooden support beams. 'Mmm, sunglasses at night kind, foreboding and leather clad, bad girl type' she thought. 'Oh yeah, no mistake, the vibe was definitely emanating from her,' she also noticed that even with the shades she could tell the woman was staring right at her. The woman reached up and tilted the shades to reveal one intensely piercing eye then shifted and began to walk towards Willow. It was almost playing out like a music video in slow-motion as the crowd parted for her to cross the dance floor. Too weird.
Her interest was piqued as the woman neared. She removed the shades and Willow noted the paleness of her skin in contrast to the red of her lips and her dark dark eyes. Her straight dark hair and her clothes moved fluidly over a trim athletic build. Her outfit was quite retro in look almost cyber punkish, 'was that coming back already?' she thought, 'It works for her -- very well.' She exuded confidence and intent in her stride, Willow didn't need to look, she could feel her presence approach, it was overwhelming, near intoxicating. The woman stopped in front of her staring into her eyes, a slight breeze preceded her, Willow took it in, 'she even smells of hottie.' She blinked and tried to think of something cool to say, 'okay, blanking in the coolness department.' "Hi." popped out nervously, "I-I saw you--"
The woman curled her lip and cocked her head seductively, she then reached out and pulled Willow in kissing her hungrily. A slight bit of electricity passed between them prickling at her lips. That, and the aggressiveness startled her and at first she thought she might pull away but instead Willow was overcome by a flood of emotion. Good emotions, love, want, mine, need, truth, forever, and before she knew it she found herself returning the kiss, hands shooting out for a tight embrace. Bits and pieces of images flashed in her mind like lightning strikes on broken glass, shattered and jumbled, her, the woman, places she knew--but different, things that happened--but hadn't. 'Wow, this is new,' She stepped in greedily tasting her, hands roaming across the stranger's back and waist.
"Whoa, mamma, we have uber-sparkage." Xander exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief.
"That's...educational." Anya offered glued to the spectacle.
"Oh yeah," Xander befuddled, attempted to interject some order, "We learned in science class that air was good. Air, Willow. You remember, air?!"
It apparently worked or was just distracting enough to rouse Willow from sensual overload to remember she was out in public -- with friends. 'What am I doing?' she thought, 'This isn't me.' She disengaged herself from the woman momentarily, a spark jumping from her lip, "Air, yes, oxygen, good ol' O2." She breathed heavily from the rush, but the woman wouldn't be distracted, she clutched tightly at her waist and nuzzled her neck emitting a low growly purr that jolted her senses, "Ohhh, good ol' O2..." Her eyes rolling back with pleasure. 'I can get to liking this.'
"Hi there. We're friends of Willow's," Anya announced with a smile. "Willow are you going to introduce us to the strange woman currently attached to you?"
"Uh, sure," she stammered quite flustered, senses tingling, "Guys, this is..."
The woman peered up from Willow's neck like a lion from an antelope, "Rue." She growled then turned her attention this time to Willow's cheek and ear.
"Uh, Rue..., yeah, and uh, Rue, these are my friends, uhh..." Willow was having trouble concentrating.
"Anya..." Anya reminded in her usual nail-grating whiny tone, then stepped forward all sweetness and light, hand extended, "I'm Anya."
Rue looked up again, "Busy now, discourse later." She said grabbing Anya by the forehead pushing her backwards.
She fell to the floor noisily voicing her disdain, "How rude!" and cussing out Xander for his obliviousness, "Ox!"
Rue steered a willing Willow off to a less distracting part of The Bronze.
Xander stood dumbfounded. Caught between thoughts of, 'never seen anything like that,' 'how come that never happens to me,' and ending on, 'damn, I wish I were blind stinking drunk.' He helped Anya to her feet.
"What the Hell was that?" She fumed.
He shrugged, "I'd say lust. Yup, that's what I'd say."
But Anya persisted in her hysterics, "Are you just gonna let her go off with that woman like that?"
Xander stared at Anya exasperated. "What do you propose I do?"
"Protect her, *Mister Man*, she could get hurt."
"I doubt it," Xander took his opportunity, "gauging how she dropped you to the floor like an old potato sack, I'd say Willow won't hurt her too much."
"Ha ha, joke now, Xander Harris, but you'll weep when the bloodletting starts."
'Starts,' he thought, 'it never ends.' "Christ, Anya, relax," he scolded, temper bubbling, "They're right over there on the couch. Watch 'em if that's what you're into now, otherwise..." His voice became less harsh as his temper drained away to thoughts of the past few months, "...let Wil blow off some steam... She's been through enough..."
As usual Anya wasn't hearing him. "I sense something." Anya tried reaching out with her demon self but to no avail as The Bronze was usually populated equally with humans and demons who could pass as human, "Shit, I can't tell ... but she was *very* pale, so, she's gotta be a vampire, or some kind of demon." Anya became very animated. "Xander, go get Buffy and let's stake her."
"An, calm down."
"I won't calm down. That's not right. She's a predator. Even you shoulda been able to feel that vibe."
"An-" Xander's patience was quickly waning.
"You saw her attack Willow and latch on like a... a... a sucky leech creature."
That was it, he grabbed her by the arms and shook her. "Anya!"
"Wha..." her tone hushed somewhat now, "Willow could be in real danger."
"Or, this could just be *you* being paranoid... and jealous." He said sternly. That was the key, Anya was finally speechless. Yet he was surprised when she actually affected a hurt expression back at him, so he softened his tone again. "Okay, this isn't *normal* Willow, behavior, but what is? She touched a darkness even we don't deal with, maybe this is the *new* Willow asserting herself? Or maybe it's just what she needs *right now*..." He searched her eyes for a connection, any kind of acknowledgment.
But Anya's brain was already gearing back up, "...Or maybe it's an emotion succubus?" She said excitement gaining momentum again.
Xander hung his head. "I give up." He sat silent for a moment then reached into his back pocket and retrieved a small notepad and pencil. "Take this. You do the reconn. Stalk 'em all night if you have to. Make sure to get the times and details right." He then unclipped his cell phone and handed it to her. "Report back to me if anything dangerous occurs."
Anya's eyes lit up. "Oo, good thinking." She grabbed the items and before he could say anything else zipped off into the crowd.
Xander sat there mouth open, blinking. "I was kidding." He shut his mouth then raised an eyebrow, it worked. Anya was gone and he was free to enjoy the atmosphere. He got up and headed towards the bar for a much needed refill when an evil thought danced through his brain, 'She's gonna get it, one of those girls is gonna crack her sideways for bugging them.' He grinned an evil, wide grin, 'Oh yeah, POW!' His mood steadily improved between that thought and the fact he had given her his only cell phone so there was no way she could call him. Yup, the night was looking up.
* * * * * * * * * *
In a clandestine location a ritual circle was constructed on the floor it was inscribed in the blood of the innocent and adorned with symbols of the ancient and blackest arts. It glowed red and menacing in the flickering light of black candles. A lone figure, a warlock, chanted steadily in an arcane tongue. The wailing of an infant resounded through the steadily dilapidating structure. The figure held the babe aloft then slowly turned and placed it on a makeshift altar. He reached for a chicken foot, dipped it into a goblet and began to inscribe the child, when finished he grabbed a specially prepared smudge wand and with words of dark blessings purified a blade in the smoke. The warlock returned to his chanting awaiting the proper moment. When it came, the movement was sure and quick as the athame was raised above the altar, above the child, and then in one single stroke and a reflective glint, the wailing was cut short.
Above the unholy circle a pinpoint of light appeared, a calm blue-white light that steadily grew larger. The light grew and radiated and soon it began to move within the circle. The warlock held the child tight by the ankles draining it over the circle then shook it vigorously careful not to step into it by accident. Blood spattered the orb of light as it began to roll counterclockwise within the confines of the circle, faster and faster it spun till the light changed color where the blood touched it. The figure spoke three words and the top of the orb began to fold in on itself. A dark light burst forth from the opening and with that he cradled the child almost tenderly in his arm, snatched up the athame once more and removed the heart then threw the baby into the opening. A dark flame erupted from the light and burned so bright the sorcerer had to shield his eyes. More words were uttered and the flame let out a shriek and writhed as if in pain then twisted on itself turning into oily miasmic tendrils. The warlock pointed to a spot on the floor that had been cleared and the tendrils spat out oozing connectors attaching themselves firmly to the area. The mottled orb heaved and sighed as it released its evil unto this world. The figure then pulled a vial from beneath his robes, uncorked it and began to sprinkle the contents onto the steadily growing pile of malignancy. As the potion touched it, the contorting masses began to congeal and still, then steam and glow red hot. The warlock again dipped the chicken foot into the goblet but this time tapped it up and down his blade. Steadying, he thrust the blade into the mound cutting it open, a foul vapor erupted followed by things resembling insects, crawling and flying, fleeing into the shadows. Then slowly a hand emerged, a wicked claw fingered hand. It ripped and struggled and tore at its confinement till... Out of the steaming viscera stepped a true demon, vile and gelatinous.
* * * * * * * * * *
Willow and Rue occupied space on one of the couches. Willow pawed at the woman leaning back into the overstuffed pillows tugging at her to get ever closer as they delved into each other. It was uncanny, Rue seemed to know exactly where she liked to be touched and how, it was also kinda creepy which in turn excited her even more making the whole experience pleasure plus overload. She still couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe herself, and with that, self doubt, the great spoiler stepped up, "Wait... stop," she said. Rue froze. "This is too fast... I mean this is great... but this isn't me..." She pushed Rue away and sat up, "I mean we ju--"
Rue touched a finger to her lips, "Shhhh. It's all good, Willow. You lead, I'll follow."
"I've never felt like this..." Her heart raced, "We just met but... this connection... there, WHAM... scary."
She leaned in close and whispered into her ear, "You have nothing to fear, just know that I love you. No matter what, I'm yours."
Willow jerked her head around and saw her soft smile. "NO! You don't! I mean... don't joke." She begged but the look in Rue's dark eyes did not reflect whimsy. "Who are you?" she asked wonderment in her voice. Running a hand up and down her neck she leaned over and snaked her arm around Rue's waist beneath her jacket and lay her head on Rue's chest. The girl folded her arms about her and gently stroked her hair. Willow shifted a bit looking up at her, "The stuff in my head... how...?"
* * * * * * * * * *
Spike finished his game and reluctantly handed the guy his twenty bucks. He had sensed Willow and the darkly clad woman from the time they retreated to the couch area by the wall, he couldn't help it. Their heated action completely distracted him throwing off his game, he was not happy parting ways with a Jackson but it'd eventually find its way back to him, eventually, and the goings on by the wall were certainly intriguing if not entertaining. 'Little mouse Willow was roaring tonight,' he thought, this was curious, 'a bit o' darkness musta stayed fast this time,' naturally, for her sake and his amusement, he had to investigate and put his two cents in. After all, Buffy'd never forgive him if Red got in over her head with the like. Plus he was tired of pool for now. He casually strode over and leaned against a wooden support, ciggy in one hand, pool cue in the other. "Well well well, what's all this then?" he mocked.
"Back off dead boy, no free drinks here." Rue growled at the untimely interruption.
Spike took a long drag on his cigarette and smirked at the attitude yet it was to be expected. Let the fun begin. "Oi, you gonna let your new dog talk to me that way, pet?" He shot back.
"Spike, please." Willow chastised.
Rue began to rise to the challenge but Willow clutched at her jacket pulling her back, "Just ignore him." She turned to him and begged, "Spike, I'm in the middle of something--"
But he was not to be put off, the tension in the air tingled like electricity just the way he liked it, "So it seems," he flicked his cigarette butt onto the floor at Rue's feet, "Red just can't keep away... Gone and found herself another big bad wolf to ride..."
"What?" Willow was confused, was he all there or bent back round the bend? Or? She stared at Rue.
"...Hopefully this ones more to your liking." He leaned in and flicked his tongue at them.
Rue slipped from Willows grasp and jumped up, "No one talks to Willow that way, apologize. Now." She demanded.
Spike began to laugh, 'oh, this was great fun.'
"Apologize to her now, corpse, or--!"
Willow jumped up and grabbed her shoulders. "Rue, hey," she touched her face, "don't bother, it doesn't mean anything," She lowered her voice attempting to defuse the big bad fest, "it's *just* Spike, he's harmless. Really."
"Are you sure?" Spike raised his pool cue and snapped it in half with ease.
The crack of the cue echoed around The Bronze like a gun shot. Xander jerked his head in the direction of the sound and saw Spike wielding two stakes in front of Willow and that Rue chick, he dropped his drink and began pushing his way their direction as fast as he could manage the crowd.
Meanwhile, Anya was frantically pushing the redial button on the cell phone Xander had given her and cussing the fact that it kept getting a busy signal. From her secret location she rabidly scribbled her notes careful not to miss a single word.
'Ooo, impressive, got to remember that move,' he thought smugly and continued. "Are you abso-bloody-lutely sure?" he poked at Rue with the tip, "Coz I think I can take care of this one... just like the others."
Careful to push Willow safely aside Rue grabbed Spike roughly slamming him against the support beam.
He almost laughed aloud, yet raised one of the stakes menacingly.
Willow leap in and pushed her way between them, separating them. "Everybody stop it! Spike! Rue!"
She obeyed immediately releasing him.
Spike was enjoying his little shake up when, unseen, Xander came up behind him, behind the support and grabbed the ends of the raised half cue pulling it back taught to his neck. He braced himself with his knee to the beam and held him tight trapping him against the column. "What the...? Bloody Hell." He protested angrily and flailed the other half of the cue about trying to strike Xander with it.
"Everyone stop, NOW!" Willow roared. Electricity crackled about her and a wind gust blew up. The darkness was at hand. Everyone froze. "That's better." She peered about and took a deep breath attempting to compose herself when she noticed it wasn't just her little Scooby party that had stopped but the whole of The Bronze was silent and gaping in their direction. She suddenly felt very awkward and very put upon, "Uh... Sorry, g-go back to what you were doing..." she smiled uncomfortably gesturing to the crowd, "Nothing to see here... That's right... drink n' dance..." 'the Hellmouth never swallows you when you need it to,' she thought utterly mortified. "Oh, Goddess." She held her head, this night had gotten way too complicated way too fast.
Spike gave the stick at his neck a few swift jerks forcing Xander into the other side of the beam repeatedly. "Ow."
"Well, let me go, Harris, you git! I'm just having a bit o' fun with Red and the she-wolf."
"What?" Xander exclaimed holding his nose as he released his grip on the cue half.
"What? What." Spike rubbed his neck. "You are joking?" he glanced from Xander to Willow in disbelief, but Willow's pained eyes reflected her innocence, "You don't know?"
"I knew it!" Anya shouted. Everyone looked about but she was nowhere to be seen. "I told you, Xander Harris! I told you so, HA!" From her position in the rafters above the couch Anya gloated.
Staring ceilingward, Willow felt as though part of her brain was trying to escape out her left ear. She so wanted to know what Anya was doing up in the rafters, but she also didn't want to know because she knew where Anya was concerned eternity stood still in Explanationville. She glanced sideways at Xander, he shrugged sheepishly. She then met Spike's gaze all serious like now.
Spike began backpedaling, "Don't tell me one kiss and you go all daft you can't tell a nightcrawler's fondling you?" Spike couldn't help himself and continued his undermining. "What would Buffy say?"
"Shut up." Xander tapped him on the head with the cue half.
Willow turned to Rue, "You're a werewolf?" she said accusingly.
"Yeah... No." Rue breathed deep, "I'm a shapeshifter. I wasn't going to hide that fact from you." She leered at Spike. "We got interrupted before I could say -- anything." She took Willow's hands, "I didn't want it to be like this -- sound like this."
But Willow pulled away, "I need--need some air," and made a speedy retreat for the exit visually upset.
Rue, Xander and Spike stood and stared at one another. Then Spike broke the silence as he dug into the pocket of his duster, tapped out a new cigarette, struck his lighter and took a long drag, "That went well..." he said glibly.
"You ass!" Rue growled at him furious.
He chuckled, "Temper luv, yer not even trying now."
"What right do you have, huh? You think this is a game do you, bottom feeder?"
"Everything's a game to Spike." Xander mused rubbing his nose, "We know that. But what's your angle? What's your game?" He stared at her hard. "We don't know you, but you sure are interested in Willow. She doesn't need anyone else messing with her emotions. And wolf or not... if you hurt her..."
"Look, Alexander, go ahead and play heroic woodsman, but I'm not here to hurt her. Just the opposite--"
He looked at her skeptically but something inside him, maybe it was the three and a half beers talking, said to loosen the reins. Willow could handle herself now, after all the--things, and right now probably even better than he could. He rationalized, if he'd met an interesting someone tonight, say, a vampy chick or, yet another demon girl from Hell, she wouldn't be puffing and preaching and putting the kibosh on it for him. Nope. That's why he loved her so.
"*Jee-zus* Christ on a rubber crutch, will one of you *assholes* please just go after her already?" Anya yelled from her perch startling everyone. "Buncha fuckin' losers you are..."
Rue raised her arms to ward off the boys and backed towards the front of The Bronze leaving the Scoobies to their own devices.
"She called you Alexander." Spike mused breathing smoke at him.
"I heard that too," acknowledged Xander.
There was an awkward pause, then, "Soooo, aaaahhh, you wanna shoot a game?" Spike asked.
"Sure why not," he acquiesced, "I'm one beer from totally drunk and this night couldn't get any weirder if harpies flew in and did the dance of the seven veils to Walk Like An Egyptian, "Coyote Ugly" style on the bar."
"Are you sure about that?" Spike tested the waters again.
"Hey, can someone get me down?" Anya whined, but her plea landed on deaf ears as they walked off, "Oh, pretend I'm not here. Cute. Thanks a lot, ladies!"
* * * * * * * * * *
Outside Willow was quiet, she was all mixed up. Angry and sad and let down an... an... still tingly and wanting an... everything. What was her problem? Another wolf, could she? All the stuff with Oz bubbled to the surface now, she hadn't thought of him in sometime, but Rue, she wasn't like Oz, not at all... well, she didn't know, but she felt it, the way she made her feel was completely different. She loved him true and still, but Oz never emanated emotions much less showed them. She never sensed him across a crowded room like that or, when they kissed, felt like she was engulfed in raw ... desire and couldn't breath, an... zap -- sparks. And then there was the other stuff... What was that? No, she definitely never felt that with Oz, or about Oz... Or... she refused that train of thought to pull into the station.
Her mind drifted back to that Veruca chick, she definitely had that animal magnetism thingy going on, she knew Oz felt it the moment they spotted her on stage at The Bronze, even Xander was struck dumb, she thought she had sensed something too only she tried to deny it, but at the end, there was no mistaking it, she had felt her in Science Lab before she turned. The vibe cranked to eleven, only bad, very bad, she knew she was there and she could feel her want to hurt her, need to kill her, it felt like a scream against her skin, unnerving and shocking, making her feel sick and want to flee for her life. So, was this natural with female werewolves? Could everyone feel it or just the other baddies, and the objects of their ... interest? There was nothing in the books about it, at least nothing she had read. 'Ooo,' she gushed, 'my first revision.' So how could I have known if it's not in the studies?' She tried to bolster her hurt feelings. Didn't work, there was that self doubt again. 'Bad self.' What was she thinking? She should have known. She was a trained professional, well, experienced in demonology, okay, she was best friends with the Slayer. Now she was rambling, but still she should have known. No, the real question plaguing her was did she really want to? Really? The attention, it felt *good*, and she was embarrassed to admit it, even to herself, she wanted more. 'So, what's stopping me, besides sheer panic?' She knew, she just didn't want to face her heart, she felt like she was betraying Tara, betraying her memory, 'replacing her' was more like it. But she was torn, she was lonely and it felt good to have someone interested in her again, for whatever reasons. She and Tara had talked on just this subject not soon after Glory's return to her Hell dimension and Tara was restored. She had told Willow her wishes should anything happen, in spite of all of Willow's attempts to avoid the subject, and she told her she expected her to remember her always but not grieve forever. She had always been concerned with Willow's happiness and insisted she not isolate herself in misery and go all Goth 'n broodylike over her or she'd come back and haunt her in the frightening "House On Haunted Hill", the new version, way and not the nice "Ghost", love story way. Willow smiled at the thought. "What should I do, baby?" she implored skyward.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Bthozopth'Thtrop'thyek, I receive thee unto this world!" the warlock spoke. "I, Cranston Silvermane, master of the dark arts, have summoned you to do my bidding. You are my servant. You shall obey me and no other on this plane. My will be done. Bow down." The demon slowly acclimating to its new surroundings responded, he was covered in ritual scars and tattoos that appeared to be the remnants of past summonings, "Kneel." He ordered. As the demon obeyed, the warlock began an incantation in a tongue of the ancients and raising the athame carved yet another symbol into the demon's flesh. Then he dissevered a piece of the demon and placed it in a small pouch about his neck. The demon appeared unfazed by his activities. It just knelt and stared menacingly through horrible intensely cold eyes.
The warlock then reached for the heart he had preserved. He crossed to a specially carved wooden idol inset in a niche in the wall of the mausoleum. He squeezed the child's heart over the statue like a sponge drenching it in blood then placed the heart in the open hands of the carved figure. With that the idol glowed and the heart began to pulsate as if suddenly reanimated. "Within this confine you shall sleep till I awaken thee to do my bidding." He pointed indicating for the demon to move to the idol.
"I obey," came the raspy voice, it then crossed to the icon and reached for the heart. Just as its clawed fingers touched it, the glow of the statue changed color, it became dark like that of a black flame and in a flash the demon, heart and blood were gone, only the idol remained. But it had transmuted, instead of the finely carved wood it now appeared transparent almost like glass or that of a candled egg wherein the warlock could see the demon spirit trapped inside wriggling about.
With that his ceremony was complete. The warlock extinguished the candles, gathered his tools and carefully placed the idol into a specially lined box. After the night's activities he was physically, emotionally and spiritually drained. He needed to rest and regain his strength before wakening the demon. But he would also have to go about finding more sacrifices before his evil tasks could be accomplished.
* * * * * * * * * *
Outside it took but a moment for Rue's eyes to adjust to the darkness. She sniffed the air, it wasn't hard to track Willow she hadn't gone very far, she found her around the corner leaning against the wall of the nightclub, arms tightly folded. She approached slowly and leaned a shoulder into the wall. "You're mad. Tell me what to say, what to do."
Willow shrugged.
"I'm sorry I'm not normal." Rue finished.
Willow looked at her, "It's not that."
"Yes, it is. You assumed I was normal and I'm not--you're disappointed."
"No." Willow struggled with her feelings, her words, "You can't help who... It's Spike... and the whole show... an..."
"...It terrified you. I saw it in your eyes. S'okay, I understand. An now you're all, I might hurt you, coz, I'm all -- rrrrrr... an bark at the moon, scarylike now." Rue nodded her head, "I'm used to it," she pulled herself up and took a step back, "I'll... leave," she turned to walk away, "but, know that I still wanna be with you."
Her frankness did frighten her, "Why?" she implored.
She stopped and turned back around, "Because I love you."
"How?" she protested, "We've never met before... I don't think... You don't even know me... You don't just blurt that out like, I'll have fries with that." Her brow wrinkled as a sudden thought occurred, "Give me your jacket." She demanded.
The night air was cool and crisp this time of year yet not too chilly, Rue obliged without question, she removed her duster and held it up for her, but instead of climbing into it, she snatched it and threw it down the darkened alley, it landed somewhere behind the yellow dumpster with a hearty *PLAF*.
Rue quirked an eyebrow at her, "Mmm, if this is an impromptu leather boycott can we at least wait till we're somewhere more secluded to release the pants and boots back into the wilds of Sunnydale?"
'She is funny.' "You can keep those... for now." She grinned seductively. They stood there for a long spell then Willow asked, "How do you feel?"
"I feel the need to kiss you," Rue looked at her feet, kicked at the bricks, then winced and chuckled nervously, "That's bad, sounds like a cheap movie line but it's the best I got," she fidgeted, "I'm not suave or debonair, I'm just -- plain crazy about you. We were having a good time... or, was I fantasizing?" She scratched at her eyebrow, "I do do that sometimes..."
"A very good time." Willow smiled gently her green eyes reflecting the lamp light.
"Oh good," she gushed with relief, "I hate it when it's just me." Then her tone became serious, "Look, I can't make you do anything you don't want to but don't be shied by that arrogant clod, okay," she looked at her in earnest.
"Okay," Willow nodded.
"You, um, ready to go back inside?" Willow shook her head, no. "Ah, okay then, we'll just keep the building from leaning a bit longer."
Willow laughed out loud, she felt her nerve returning and her confusion slipping away, she felt comfortable with this one and best of all she seemed sincere, if nothing else, she was incurably direct. "This is still weird." She said leaning in. "But around here weird kinda becomes second nature."
"Oh?" Rue purred. "Then you need to sit right back and hear a tale--"
"A tale of a fateful trip... Ooo, did it start from a tropic port?"
Rue tilted her head, "No, a Hellmouth actually..."
"Ah, a story I can relate to," she gestured to the alley, "go get your duster and let's find someplace less ... reeky dumpstery."
"Great idea, but I've been meaning to ask you something?"
Willow looked at her.
"Does your friend always lurk around in rafters and on rooftops like that?"
"Who?" she thought for a moment then made the connection, "Anya? No, this is new, even for the Queen of Quirk."
"I heard that, Willow Rosenberg," came from the roof of The Bronze where Anya was now perched spying on the pair.
Willow looked up and tried to get a bead on her, "Anya, go the Hell away before I rain darkness down upon you."
There was a momentary pause, then, "Okay."
Rue returned, dusted off the jacket and held it up for Willow again.
"You won't get too cold?" she asked.
Rue had on a billowy white dress shirt with a small black tank top underneath. "Don't worry I can always slip into something warm and furry." She smiled broadly.
This time she climbed into it, it was warm and smelled musky sweet. "Come here," she instructed and pulled her in close, no sooner she did the feeling of intense desire returned. They resumed each other's company, sparks began to fly but just as things began to escalate Willow asked breathless, "Is she gone yet?"
Rue shook her head, no.
"God damn it. I'm serious Anya!" She barked.
"Okay, okay, but if you're gonna flay anyone, do Xander, this was his idea."
"Let's go." Willow said taking Rue's hand and pulling her down the street away from The Bronze, they playfully grabbed at one another dancing and circling and kissing as they went.
"Where're we headed?" Rue asked.
Willow suddenly stopped. She hadn't thought about that, she wasn't living alone in the dorm anymore and she'd never brought anyone to Buffy's house before. At least not in a wooey date-type kind of capacity. She and Tara had already been living together in the dorm for a while, and it was only when Buffy died that Tara suggested they make the move into Joyce's house to make it easier for Dawn to adjust and to pull off the whole Buffybot fabrication. She'd never really had anyone over before and definitely not ... after. Would this be a positive thing? Or would she go all squirrely and come up bawling like a baby? She didn't know how she'd feel.
"We could go--" Rue began.
'Oh Goddess, don't finish that sentence.' Her brain screamed, that was even more frightening. Being completely out of her element and in unfamiliar surroundings, it was definitely too soon for that.
"--I was gonna suggest my place, but ah, that's pretty forward, 'sides it's dank and you never know whose coming and going there, so..." she scratched her head, "not very romantic. We could go to Early's Late Spot, that is, if you're hungry?"
Willow shook her head, "Not really." 'Just say it you goof,' she thought. 'Don't make this more awkward than you already are. Invite her back to the house. Open your mouth and say it.' She put her arm around Rue and buried her face in her shoulder seeking strength, In response, Rue put her arms around her giving a good squeeze and held her. "My place." Willow finally blurted into her shoulder, "You, me, we'll go to my place." 'See, that wasn't so hard,' she thought legs feeling like Jell-O®. 'No, it wasn't.' They headed down the street, the waxing moon shining bright above. As they walked the playful desires returned.
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Back at the house Buffy was just getting in. It was late, Dawn was already in bed. It had taken her a bit longer to find the vamps' hideout than she thought, that compounded by all the inane running about like headless chickens had slowed the dusting process considerably. 'I hope she finished her homework,' she thought flopping down on the couch. "Wil? Willow?" she called but there was no answer. 'She and Xander are probably still at The Bronze,' she reasoned kicking off one of her boots. She was exhausted, and the couch was comfy. She yawned, a bit too comfy. "Stupid couch," she said snuggling into its fluffy pillows and putting her foot on the coffee table, "Hello mister foot, that's much better isn't it? Hold up now, don't be impatient," she leaned over, raised her other foot, grabbed at her boot, pulled it off and threw it down. "There, join your solemate," she said plonking her other foot onto the table. "You two deserve a massage after tonight's ass kicking." She wiggled her toes in agreement. 'Christ, I'm talking to my feet I must be tired,' she rubbed her eyes and sat for a moment caught in the tween state of 'bed upstairs, sofa comfy' then slowly rose, hit the light switch and ascended the stairs. In too few hours she'd have to be up and at work. She passed Willow's room, the door was open, no one there. Then went to Dawn's room, the door was slightly ajar, she opened it and peered in. Dawn was all tucked in sleeping with Mr. Gordo. She tapped the night-light off then turned on a different light-sensor night- light; their secret cue for 'she made it home safe and sound' should Dawn wake up in the middle of the night she need not worry Buffy was still out patrolling or worse. Closing the door she headed for her room. Her dentist would have to deal as she was too tired to find her teeth much less brush them, she closed her door behind her not bothering with the lights, and left a trail of clothes towards the bed, starting with her jacket. She tied the drawstring on her jammy pants and dived under the covers. Sleep was waiting in the wings to welcome her.
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"Here." Willow pointed to the big white two story house at 1630 Revello. The long walk to the steps seemed to last forever. Willow could hardly get the front door open, she fumbled with the key in the lock then left it there almost forgotten as she turned her attentions back to Rue clutching at her and kissing her pulling them against the door with a clatter, she returned to the lock, twisted the key and the door handle. They nearly fell to the floor as the door swung open from their weight. Willow let out a surprised squeal that caused Rue in turn to burst out laughing. She quickly slapped a hand over both their mouths, "Shhhh, my housemates can be light sleepers." Dawnie and Buffy should be asleep, but sometimes Buffy was too wired to sleep so she'd read for a bit. Either way she didn't want anyone coming down and interrupting or giving her the "look".
"That could be a problem." Rue purred into her neck.
Getting up and closing the door with great care not to make more noise Willow then pushed Rue into the living room and slipped off the duster dropping it to the rug. She grabbed her roughly around the neck and pulled her onto the overstuffed sofa with her. They took up where they had left off at The Bronze, emotions igniting. Electricity crackled and sparks flew, "What was that?" Willow jumped.
Rue shrugged.
"I thought I saw a light."
"I don't see anything except your luscious neck," she replied between kisses. "Your skin is so... warm."
Willow closed her eyes and put her mind back on track but after a spell she became distracted again, "What was that?" she asked nearly jumping out of her skin this time.
"The house settling." Rue assured.
"No, it sounded like a door opening." She craned her neck to look into the foyer area.
"Trust me, my hearing's way better than yours." They resumed their interest but as Rue shifted position, the couch or floorboard or something in the room creaked and Willow spazzed nearly knocking Rue to the floor. Disentangling herself she sat up.
"What's the matter?" Willow asked.
"You're sweet," she said getting to her feet and picking her duster up off the rug and began to put it on.
"Wha-where...?" Willow sat bolt upright.
"You're not comfortable, we can do this--"
"NO!" Willow yelled then realized her volume, "no," she whispered, "it's just late." Willow scrambled off the couch, "Don't. I don't want you to leave," she cradled her face and kissed her then snaked her arms around her and placed her head on Rue's chest gently nibbling her neck. "Stay." She stepped back, took her hands and headed for the stairs.
As Willow mounted the first step Rue paused and released one of her hands, "You absolutely sure?" she asked in a hushed tone.
She turned and nodded, her green eyes twinkling.
Rue followed her lead coming up from behind and wrapping her arms around her. They snuck up the stairs attempting, but failing miserably, at keeping them from creaking as they went, which in turn, made them giggle and snort like schoolgirls. Willow closed the door behind them.
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Sometime before sunrise Bthozopth materialized on the spot that the warlock had prepared for his arrival to this plane. He surveyed his surroundings. Cranston Silvermane and the box were nowhere to be seen. The demon fingered the new marking on its chest and smiled for he carried the knowledge of the ancients, a knowledge not transcribed in a grimoire or once transcribed but now lost to mortal time. The talisman of his flesh bound him bodily to Silvermane but he was careless like all mortals, he did not bind their psyches leaving Bthozopth with free will. This mistake would cost him dearly as he possessed the power to astrally project beyond the limits of the idol. He raised his arms and cried out, the timbre was like a sonic boom. The shadows seemed to come to life twisting and turning, slowly they transformed into things resembling insects, crawling and flying, fleeing from the shadows towards the demon. That which came forth was actually part of him, a physical part that was not contained, not bound by Cranston. His bridge to this world. Swiftly the living pieces skittled up the demon's body moving and enveloping him jockeying into position. As each bit found its spot the demon's ritual scarring was filled in until he was almost whole only the piece Cranston guarded around his neck was missing and it shone red in the dim light as a constant reminder.
"Not much longer. Soon we will be whole and you may feast." Bthozopth announced, "But first things first." With that he paused and deconstructed. Bits and pieces trembled then detached and slowly they transformed into things resembling insects, crawling and flying, fleeing from the demon like a cloud of bees towards the mouth of the crypt, away they flew into the darkness of early morn.
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Dawn was jolted awake by a loud noise, 'What was that?' her mind was fuzzy with sleep. She rubbed her eyes and looked about. The sensor light was on, 'probably Buffy closing the door,' but as she focused she saw lights twinkling under the door. And giggling, she definitely heard giggling. 'What're Buffy and Wil up to now?' She got up and peered into the hall. Buffy's door was closed. A comet of light zoomed past her head startling her. She quickly turned and looked the other direction, the fireworks were coming from Willow's room. She crept down the hall eyes wide with wonder at the sight before her. It was magical like something out of a movie. Lights mostly pinpoints of white and yellow, floated about in the air like snowflakes while others danced about like reflections off a disco ball, some reminded her of Roman candles throwing off sparks as they dashed about frenzied, bouncing off of things. She giggled as she had to dodge and duck a few times before reaching Willow's room. "Willow?" she called out quietly tapping on the door. "Willow, it's beautiful." The voices and laughter went silent and in a flash the lights were gone, extinguished. She stood in the darkened hallway. "Willow?" she called again but a response was slow to come.
Finally she heard Willow's stern voice, "Go back to bed Dawnie it's late."
"But--"
"Dawn. It's late." Wil barked.
She sighed, "'kay," and reluctantly returned to her room. 'I never get to be in on the good stuff,' she thought closing her door and climbing back into bed.
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That which was Bthozopth took to the night. The air was crisp and cool. Most bracing after what seemed like an eternity in a Hell dimension. He savored the freedom of the winds and for a moment the thought of release, of total dispersion crossed his mind but he knew it could not happen, not as long as he was bound. He knew what must be done and had too few hours to accomplish his task. Traversing Sunnydale he sought out the perfect locale to extract what he needed to survive. He searched carefully, the sun would soon rise, his first in many millennia. He cringed at the thought and continued to search until he found what he was looking for.
Hovering on the wind he waiting for the perfect moment to arrive. In the early darkness a mini-van slowly made its way down a street. It pulled into a driveway edging its way along then stopped in front of a house. The motor shut down and a lone woman unbuckled her seat belt and got out. She opened the side panel door. Inside her child slept soundly, snug in its car seat. She checked it for assurance then grabbed the diaper bag and another bag on the floor at its feet. She headed up the walk fumbling with her keys to open the house door. That was the moment. He sprung into action swooping down from above like an angry swarm as the woman neared the front door.
Inside the mini-van the swarm silently slipped hovering above the sleeping infant. A single drop fell to the babe's cheek. Then another and another until it appeared as though the interior of the van was raining blood. The babe stirred but a little and let out a drowsy coo as it was slowly being engulfed in the sanguine fluid. The tot woke now seeming to sense the danger, it flailed a hand to its face in what could only be described as a vain attempt to struggle. Fear gripped it and it opened its mouth to cry. No sounds would emerge as the solution, with a will of its own, rushed to stop its action blocking off its mouth and nostrils. It continued to rain down and where it beaded it raced to mete areas not covered until the baby was completely encased.
It struggled to breathe, cry, anything, but was not rewarded and as it ceased its morbid machinations it began to melt away like hot butter on a burner. Flesh bubbled and dissipated revealing muscle, sinew, then bones. The macabre scene took but a moment, as long as it takes to strike key to lock, and the baby was gone. Bthozopth swirled above the now empty car seat energy renewed and as the mother returned down the walk he simply dematerialized. She approached the van and panic set in. The empty car seat was worse than any blow. She screamed and screamed again terror settling in the pit of her stomach. Lights popped on at surrounding houses and a half dressed man came running out of the house to join her, quiet her, comfort her, their lives changed forever.
Bthozopth grinned a wicked grin, he took pleasure in the chaos below but he could not dwell, he felt the sun's approach, so he again took to the night and returned to his place of summoning. Things resembling insects, crawling and flying, leap from the incoming swarm, trembling bits and pieces reattached, slowly transforming back into the demon's physical form. He spoke but a word and the physical part of him that was not contained, not bound by Cranston released its hold and began to skittle down his body twisting and turning disappearing into the shadows once again. He stretched his muscles in approval. He was visibly stronger and this pleased him. Bthozopth returned to the spot that the warlock had prepared for his arrival to this plane and just before sunrise he dematerialized astrally projecting back to the confines of the idol.
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To be continued in Chapter 2