This is my first attempt at a Buffy fanfiction. Please let me know what you all think. I own none of the characters nor am I making any money from writing this.
(((All Roads Lead to This)))
There was so much one can do to cause chaos among a tight group of people. Angelus knew said group very well through Angel's memories and each thought he had was to inflict the greatest amount of torment on the group as he was capable of. The idea of opening a gateway to hell was a fun idea but Spike joked about the slayer and her watcher that gave him an idea. Drusilla would be in a frightful mood for not getting her way and sucking the Earth into a hell dimension but she'll live. He'd give her pack of children to suck on for a week. That will distract her.
Angelus knew that the watcher was still mourning over the death of his girlfriend, Jenny Calander. A decedent of the clan of gypsies that cursed him with a soul over a century ago. Ah, the sound of her neck snapping brought a smile to his face and only wished that he was there to see the watcher's face when he found Jenny lying dead on the bed. Her dead eyes looking at Giles as he walked up the stairs expecting a night of romance and tender kisses. Too bad for Giles that a dead body is not a turn on.
The next object of his obsession was the slayer, Buffy, a young girl who turned Angel's head and forced Angelus to feel human and experience all the emotions that come with being human. There were so many times he fantasized about raping and draining that little bitch, hearing her scream out his name to beg him to kill her. Now he simply wanted her to suffer. Killing her would be only too easy. Prolong the suffering as long as possible until...
"Daddy is thinking bad, bad thoughts. You want to hurt the slayer." Drusilla was happy until she caught something in one of her visions that the hell dimension was not going to happen. "Daddy promised! You said we can play in hell!" She started to wail, not getting her way.
Angelus pulled Dru into his arms and kissed her neck. "Yes, yes I know I did and I'm a very bad daddy for that." Pulling her into his arms possessively seemed to calm her down. "I want to add to this family Dru and you are going to help me get you a sister and an older brother."
Dru seemed to forget about Acathla and turned in Angelus' arms. "New family?"
"Yes, new family members and you get to play with them first."
Spike rolled in not happy that Dru was so comfortable in her maker's arms. "And what plan do you 'ave this time? I'm getting bored of you delivering love notes to the slayer's friends."
"Spike my boy you'll love the idea I have and for this I'll need your help as well. Now, I know you are brilliant at observation, just too hot headed to carry a decent plan out is all." Angelus let Dru go and sat on the table in front of Spike. "You know the group of brats better than any vampire here. I know them through Angel's eyes but I had to block out most of those memories. Tell me what would drive a wedge between Buffy and her dearest watcher?"
"What's the interest in the watcher all o' a sudden? You know watchers are not usually part of the diet. Especially that one. I eat him and I'll be picking tweed from my teeth for a month."
"You tell me." Angelus smirked waiting for Spike to clue in and offer a way to hurt both the watcher and the slayer at the same time.
"Doing anythin' to the watcher is like beating up 'er father. He's her father figure but she doesn't really value 'im that way either. Far as I saw she sees him as some old stuffy Brit from a film."
Spike knew that Buffy saw Giles as more of a father figure than anything else. As for Giles, well he never got to observe him too often but he felt that Giles saw his position as a watcher was his whole world but with Jenny it simply wasn't enough anymore.
"And how does the watcher feel about Buffy?"
"He's closer to her than any watcher I've ever seen. Killing her would most likely send him after the vampire that killed her. He had one nasty spell after killing his girlfriend. Imagine what he would do if someone killed his slayer. Kill one you need to kill the other." Spike saw a smile creep up on Angelus' face. "You're planning something."
Angelus laughed and jumped up. "Yes, I am Spike my boy. I know you'll love this idea and your contacts will provide just what we need."
"Do tell."
(((All Roads Lead to This)))
The past week had been quiet, almost too quiet and Buffy wondered when the next big attack would happen. She was in the mood for fighting and wanted to get on with the dusting of vamps. Her restless energy was not helping any and if she didn't know any better she swore she was getting a fever though she didn't feel ill. She threw off her sweater leaving her in her tank top that was just slightly too small for her.
"A show for me? All you had to do was ask lover and I'll be there to show you how a real man handles a woman."
Buffy was now covered in sweat. It was only then that she noticed he dust on her hands. She paid it no mind when Angelus rushed towards her. They were in a fight and he gave her a few powerful kicks as she in turn gave him a few hard punches that made him stagger back.
"You've been quiet recently. What are you planning?"
"Oh, a little of this and a little of that." He lunged at her hitting her direct in the face. She recovered quickly and cracked her fist into his ribs.
"Don't spare the details, we both know you hate holding back."
"So tell me Dru, do you want a slayer as a little sister? You'd be the first to get a slayer as one."
Buffy turned around to see Drusilla dressed like a doll, looking at her with a dreamlike stare. "She's perfect Daddy. You and I will play and Miss Edith will be very happy."
This was getting into some creepy territory and the fever that she noticed before Angelus showing up was returning. Buffy ignored the sticky feeling and prepared herself for a fight. "I never liked you. But I'd love to dust you."
"Now Buffy is that any way to treat your future sister?"
The whole talk of her being turned was getting annoying and Buffy had to admit more than a little unnerving. He was changing his tactics as Giles warned her he would do if she was one of his obsessions. "So I'm your new obsession am I? Flattered but not interested."
"That's the thing Buffy you don't get a choice. Isn't that right Dru?"
Dru was a lot closer to Buffy now and Buffy jumped after her and gave Dru a hard kick to the face. The female vampire recovered quickly and did her best to get Buffy's attention to make eye contact. Buffy turned away and dodged a punch from Angelus.
Buffy was in full fight mode with Angelus who seemed to back off but tried to corner Buffy into Dru's vicinity. This was a common tactic used by an organized group of vampires. They were playing with her at the moment. Why did she feel so feverish right now. Then she looked at her hands and realized that they were not sweaty despite the fact that she was now drenched as if she did a full cardio workout.
"You don't look very well at all, lover. Perhaps you should lie down."
All Buffy knew was that she was affected by something and had to get out of here now. The dust on her hands seemed to not rub off. Angelus and Dru smiled at her knowingly.
He was in full game face with a smile that told her that he was more than enjoying her confusion. "There it is, you are figuring something out. Good for you."
"The dust, but how...?" Then she looked down at one of the grave stones and moved her hand over it.
"I'm sure your watcher has a few ideas. Go ask him. That is if he's still there." Angelus laughed at her backside as she ran from the graveyard.
(((All Roads Lead to This)))
Giles waited in the library for Buffy to report back from her patrol. She would normally be a little later on Friday so he decided to look over some of his books to find anything he could on Angelus. He used to fear this vampire but that fear turned to hatred and that needed to be contained. He almost got himself killed going after him. He could have used magic but that was a chapter he closed on his life very long ago and was determined never to open it up again.
Jenny was on his mind less and less but the image of her face looking at him as he came up the stairs still haunts him.
Things were too quiet and Giles wondered what Angelus was planning. The watchers warned him that this slayer was different than the rest and that what surrounded her was just more than the normal amount of danger. There were a few candidates that wanted to take Buffy on as a watcher and in Giles' opinion the one best for her died. Most days he felt very inadequate as her watcher not knowing the American teenage culture.
Now he was here and he could not imagine a life not as her watcher and it pained him to think that he would one day outlive her. Not allowing his thoughts to go down that road he decided that dusting his books would take his mind off things.
He blew on some of the books surprised by the amount of dust on them. He chided himself for not keeping up with the cleaning of his office but it had been a rather trying couple of weeks. He cleaned most of them off with is hand and shortly after found that he found himself rather cold. It was an odd sensation feeling chilled without feeling ill in someway. He always found it rather warm in Sunnydale so the chill came as a surprise.
Looking at his hands that were covered in the dust he cleaned off his books he discovered that they were not chilled at all. He could feel magic around him and now coursing through him. The feeling was not a pleasant one as there was no control on his part as to stop the spreading sensation of cold. There was something very wrong and he needed to find out what this dust was.
Giles collected a sample of the dust and with a few simple tests he discovers that it holds magical properties that are polarized. There was another half to the dust. His memory knew he should know what this was and it was imperative that he not allow the dusts counterpart to reach him. He had to think about how long he used the books around him, not thinking of how much of the material was in his system and what the long lasting effects were.
His thoughts were interrupted with the sound of familiar footsteps. Buffy walked into the library and hoped that Giles wouldn't reprimand her for leaving her patrol so early.
"Giles? I'm back early. Had a run in with Angelus...well you know then it was all fighty, fighty."
Giles stepped out from the office looking a little disconcerted but then got his emotions back under control again. This was one of those rare times that he was happy that she wasn't the most observant person. "Angelus, did he say anything to you? He's been rather quiet. Did you observe anything unusual lately?"
"Yeah he wants to turn me. Can a slayer be turned?" Buffy said matter of factly.
"Dear God, Buffy this is serious." He chided her for her relaxed tone then regretted it not really in the mood for a long conversation. "Anything else out of the ordinary?"
"No, not really accept for the amount of dust on the gravestones. Here take a look." She held out her hand and grabbed Giles' hand.
Before Giles could pull away the magical bond was sealed and he knew that what was set into motion could not be stopped. The chill he felt increased and knew that further contact with her would be required.
Buffy felt the opposite sensation and was in an intense fever.
Their skin reacted instantly and all they could think about was to increase said skin contact. Giles pulled her to him and Buffy pulled him into a kiss. Her movements were awkward from lack of experience while Giles took the lead and brought her to the large desk by the stairs. He tossed the books aside and threw her on the table and they each tore away their clothes to get more contact with one another. Giles hands were possessive and he held onto her as he pushed his way into her. Buffy moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure from the suddenness of her being stretched without warning.
His hands were expertly roaming her body as he moved into her in powerful thrusts. Buffy was held into place by the stare that she never thought would hold such intensity by Giles. Gone was the shy, even tempered watcher who seemed to get embarrassed by a simple turn of phrase. Buffy found she was enjoying this version of her watcher and started to move with him.
She began moaning as their movements became more frenzied, each trying to reach the end. They were so wrapped up in their excitement that they failed to see someone walk up to the top banister and observe their movements through the railing.
As soon as they finished they heard clapping sounds. "Good job! I never thought you had it I you Giles! Finally giving it to her like a real man! Too bad you didn't offer this type of training before she fucked Angel."
Both Buffy and Giles looked up to find a smiling Angelus who looked as if he was given the best present of the year. Giles maneuvered himself out and away from Buffy and she in turn covered herself up as best she could realizing her sweater and tank top were now rags.
"Get the hell out!" Buffy screamed still trying to comprehend what had just happened.
Giles realized that this event was Angelus' doing. "This was his doing Buffy. Cupid's dust caused this."
"Lust dust, fuck dust, powdered sex oh there are so many names for it. Don't worry it can only work once." Angelus laughed enjoying the embarrassment she saw on Buffy's face. Giles on the other hand was murderous. "The only thing that would make this perfect was if your dear sweet Jenny were here to watch. Maybe she would have joined in."
At that Giles lunged forward to strike Angel only to get beaten back. Buffy sprang into action forgetting or not caring she was now bare chested and went all battle warrior on Angelus. "You. (punch) Disgusting. (kick) Pig! (headbutt)"
Angelus fell back on the stairs. "Wow your tits shake wonderfully when you fight. Thanks for the show." He got up and left through the tunnel system.
Buffy looked at Giles who was bare chested himself and did his best to speak. "Well, we should um..."
"I have my gym clothes in my locker." Buffy said nothing else as she ran from the library leaving Giles to pick up the pieces of what happened.
Giles had no memory of how he got home or how or when he got a shower and dressed in a housecoat. He sat on his couch with a scotch in his hand and downed half the bottle. It was then he placed his face in his hands and started to cry.
"What have I done?"
((((All Roads Lead to This))))
The next day Buffy slept in and decided that there will be no patrol tonight. The effects of what happened at the library still haunted her. It was so random and she felt like she had no control. Her mind was telling her that she would have to speak to Giles eventually to get things sorted. She would but not today. It was Giles and she got to see him be a full man, all male aggressive like instead of the safe gentle and often embarrassed Giles she was used to. His movements were not of a gentle mannered man but of someone who knew about power and was rather experienced in the arena of...sex.
Angelus was behind this somehow and she was so angry she started to cry. Killing him would almost be worth it but she knew that it would never happen and Angelus used that against her. Perhaps they could get their memories erased or something but even Buffy knew that was very selfish of her.
The most awkward part of the whole thing was that she truly enjoyed what Giles did to her and she closed her eyes trying to push that thought out of her system. Each time she tried she remembered his hands roaming her body and his eyes holding her in place and well...him...down there. That's when she snapped out of her thoughts. Oh, bad thoughts...very bad thoughts. Tweed um...studdering...embarassed looks, there book! Lots of books and books equal studying! OK, good that's not sexy.
There was no point in staying in bed all day with her very mixed thoughts so she got up, got a shower and threw something in her mouth that could be called breakfast. Her mom left the house early to set up an art show and for that, Buffy was very grateful. She needed some space to think about what had happened and a plan to get revenge on Angelus for what he did.
There was a knock at the door and groaned. She got up and set her half eaten cereal aside to answer he door. She opened it and was surprised to find Giles standing there with a sheepish look on his face.
"Buffy, I know the last thing you want is to speak with me right now but it is imperative that we talk." Under the sheepish look his voice was stern and meant every word he said. He was in full watcher mode now and needed her to listen to him.
Buffy nodded and stepped aside to let him in.
Giles did and closed the door behind him. Buffy led him to the living room and she sat down and Giles took a spot on the couch. There was an awkward silence for a moment as Giles collected his thoughts.
"First I want to say how sorry I am for what happened."
Buffy saw the sadness in his eyes and she felt ashamed. "It's not your fault, Angelus did this."
Giles closed his eyes and opened them slowly. "He somehow arranged to have the dust placed where only we would get it on us. Do you know what the dust is used for?"
"You called it Cupid's Dust. I am guessing it makes people...well you know."
"It's more complicated than a single event."
Buffy's stomach sank and she knew that his next words were not going to be pleasant. "Angelus did more than just embarrass us didn't he?"
Giles took of his glasses but didn't bother to clean them like he usually did when he had to say something unpleasant. "He ensured that neither of us could find sexual gratification from anyone else but each other, unless one of us dies. There is no known method to reverse the effects and Angelus was correct in saying that the dust can only be used once. Meaning we can't use this on another person and ourselves."
The realization of what had happened to them sunk in and Buffy was at lost for words. This simply wasn't fair for either of them. All of a sudden she felt so immature and foolish in front of Giles who gave his life to ensure she was trained and kept alive. Because of her his life was ruined. "All of his is because of me. If I had listened to you and kept away from Angel and just studied and listened to you..." She couldn't finish talking since tears and sobs took over. He did everything to warn her to tell her the reasons why a slayer never has a social life.
Giles' heart broke for her and he realized the guilt she felt. He stood and pulled her from the chair in a hug. For a moment he thought he made a huge mistake considering what had happened. She stopped and became stiff for a moment but relaxed in his arms. "I allowed you a social life as I knew it strengthened you. Your friends are your outlet and I never enjoyed seeing slayers ripped from their lives to be used as weapons. There is much to my job I enjoy and other aspects I detest. Seeing you pulled from the life as an average teenager is one of the aspects I abhor."
Buffy simply relaxed in Giles' chest and enjoyed the sound of his voice vibrating through them. This must be one of he effects of the dust. "This would normally be rather awkward wouldn't it?"
He slowly pulled away from her realizing that this was not the norm for them. "I am sorry Buffy, I forgot myself." He stepped away and gave her, her space. "I'll look into finding a cure for this."
"And if there is not?"
"Then we will have to have a rather adult conversation. Buffy I am well aware of how unfair this is for you."
"This is also unfair for you."
"Please don't ever think that way Buffy. A watcher gives up his life to train a slayer. There are no guarantees and at times our lives are put on the line. I do it willingly."
Giles held a strange mixture of pride and sadness in his expression and Buffy for the first time observed how deep his eyes were. "Why did you never tell me any of this?"
"My life should never be your concern. You have enough burdens to contend with and it is my job to ease yours."
Buffy could only nod as she didn't want to get into another serious conversation. She had learned more about Giles in this one conversation than since the time they met. "I care about you too you know. I don't always think about it but I am glad you are not there when I patrol."
Giles smiled at that. "Thank you. Most slayers detested their watchers or only have had a teacher/student relationship that was impersonal and rather cold." He seemed to have collected his thoughts and his emotions and Buffy saw the Giles she knew come back into place. "If you need to speak to someone about this, do not feel you have to keep this from your friends."
"I'll speak to Willow and she'll break the news. Angelus won't allow us to keep this secret for long." Then Buffy realized something. "My mom, what will happen if she finds out? She'll kill me, then you and then I'll be grounded for life. She doesn't know what I do or what you really are and that will be a horrible conversation to begin with and..."
"I'll take care of it." Giles held her shoulder gently. "If your mother finds out I'll speak with her. Let me carry that burden if it comes to that."
Buffy nodded not knowing what else to do. For the first time she felt so vulnerable and weak and hated the feeling. She decided that tonight she would go out on patrol and kick some demon ass. "I'll patrol tonight."
"Yes, well that's a good idea." Giles left wanting Buffy to at least look like things were normal and made his way out of the house.
He got into his small beat up blue car that worked well enough and made his way home instead of the library. Knowing that Willow would be at the library interrupted his thoughts and thought about the best course of action. He knew something had to be done and didn't want anyone involved. No, he will be late at the library he had to go home first.
Unlocking the door to his rather beautiful home he closed the door and locked it behind him. After placing his jacket on the back of the couch he picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers. This could be a huge mistake but this was the only known way for the bonding to be possibly broken. He required a little bit of chaos.
((((All Roads Lead to This))))