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Buffy's POV:
The boy was becoming stronger everyday. But, he still hadn't opened his eyes. Every task he did was with his eyes closed. Every now and then he would mutter something about her missing. When he was sleeping, he would wake screaming in the middle of the night, waking up whoever was taking care of him and everyone else in the camp.
Dawn acted stranger and stranger everyday. She wasn't even more emotionless than before, and her gaze never bored into my back like it used to. She just looked off into the stars, thinking of other things.
At the moment, I was training only three slayers, Vi, Rona, and Kennedy. They were the only ones who didn't complain about their destiny. The ones who did, were put in Faith's class. Since all three were the top students, they each had their own talents.
Kennedy was very precise with long range shots. Vi, surprisingly, could wield any weapon given to her. Rona was best with her fists and feet. Ever since we discovered the boy, we always had teams three looking out. One is covering long distance, one on the front lines, and one hiding in the shadows.
"Now, Vi, you're going to battle me with swords all right," she nodded, totally focused. I handed her a medieval sword, while I stuck with Roman. We circled each other, ready to strike at any moment.
"Close your eyes, and don't peak. Am I clear?" I asked.
She nodded. I kicked off my boots so I was walked with only my socks. It would make the attack quieter. I approached her slowly from one side, when I was two and a half feet from her I jumped and landed without a sound on her other side.
Her head twitched in my direction. I smiled slightly, as she focused. I stalked towards her, raising my sword for a coming down attack. At the last minute, I moved the sword to attack from the side. Her sword was up before I had even made the full swing.
She pushed, so my sword was out of her face. We swung our swords, so they glistened in the sun. It lasted for what felt like hours. Eventually, we ended up in a draw, or so I thought. We were pushing against each other, when Vi backed up suddenly, causing the sword to go flying and me to land flat on my face.
I picked myself up and stared at Vi. She had remorse written all over her face, but I smiled.
"Did you know, Vi that you were the first person to ever beat me in a sword fight?" her eyes widened a little, but she was trying to hide a smug smile. I nodded to her in approval. She beamed.
"Ok, guys its nearing noon. Giles, Dawn, and Xander are about done with their shift. After lunch, you guys take over till about six," they nodded, without hesitation. We went to walk over to the shady side of the bus to eat.
Dawn, Giles, and Xander came holding weapons. Well most of them. Giles was obviously the muscle. Xander held a Greek axe and Dawn was holding a cross bow. I'm glad they left her with the safest position.
They handed their weapons to Vi and Kennedy.
Giles and Dawn sat on either side of me and Xander sat across from me. Willow emerged from the bus, muttering a spell that conjured up ham and turkey sandwiches for everybody.
I know it was wrong to encourage Willow to use magic, but what else could we do? We had no supplies, no food, no water, but we had the most powerful Wiccan on this side of the Himalayas. What would anyone else do in our situation?
She sat next to Xander and Kennedy sat next to her. Faith sat on the other side of Xander. I felt like I was missing somebody, but then I remembered he couldn't come out into the sunlight.
"Find anything?" I asked Giles.
"No, not really. This desert is endless," he replied. I nodded, satisfied. Giles and I got lost in our own conversation about the boy. Faith and Xander talked for a little. Willow and Kennedy were having silent conversation in their heads.
Dawn, on the other hand, was staring at the bus. She was completely silent. Willow, Xander, and I all noticed. Worry was etched on our faces.
Angel POV:
Sigh. The kid that Buffy and I found was lying in my seat. I tried not to make a big deal about it, because it was childish. But, seriously, he wasn't hurt anymore. He didn't need it that much.
The boy was lying with his eyes closed, his chest moving up and down easily. He must've not been older than seventeen. Close to Dawn's age. His fists were constantly clenched, as if in agony. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. The only time I ever felt that way was when Buffy had…I couldn't finish the thought.
I let out a sharp, frustrated breath. How long could he possibly go on like this.
I didn't notice his eyes snap open. When I looked up at his face, his eyes were no longer amber. They were black. It covered his entire eyes, including his whites.
He flicked his head to me and shot up, leaving me dazed. He stood up immediately, his eyes never leaving my face.
Instinctively and stupidly, my face morphed into a demon's. His eyes widened in horror at my face. I noticed a glowing coming from his hands. Light blue wires were growing out of his left hand. They were long.
He lifted his hand, as if to slap me. He slashed the wires square into my chest. It didn't hurt at first. But the aftershock was…unbearable. It was like stabbing and burning and being shot all at the same time.
I collapsed to the floor, barely noticing as the boy retracted the wires and bolted out the door, through my ear-splitting screams.
Buffy POV:
My ears caught the sound of a scream, a man's scream. Four of them were sitting around me. One was sleeping and the other was unconscious, so it must be… I shot for the bus. Willow and Dawn followed me.
Angel was on his knees, tears of pain rolling down his face. I ran up to him, falling to my knees. I pushed his shoulders up so he could look at me. His eyes were pitch black. He was panting hard, trying to keep back screams.
"Buffy…the boy…he attacked…his eyes, they were…" I shushed him.
"Angel, just breath. We'll take care of this," I turned to Dawn and Willow, "Dawn, go to Faith. Tell her to take Vi, Rona, Kennedy, and you to find this freak."
Dawn winced at something I said but nodded and went to find Faith.
My eyes flicked to Jonathan and back to Willow. "Will, I need you to get anything out of the would-be-vamp."
Willow nodded and levitated herself up to the ceiling to come face to face with the nerd. I turned my attention back to Angel.
"Angel…we're gonna help you, all right?" I told him. Razor sharp teeth were growing in his mouth. "I won't let anything happen to you. Do you understand? I won't let anything happen to you. I promise," I whispered, so only he could hear.
Dawn POV:
Oh crap! We were going to hunt down the boy. Even in the distance, I could see the bright blue glow from him. Faith didn't like the idea of me tagging along, but I was so glad that Buffy had let me go.
Faith had a stake, and the rest were using their specialties. I was, well, weaponless. And for once, I was glad. Weapons wouldn't calm him down. I was the only one who could make him remotely calm.
When we got to a rock, we peaked around to find he was changing all the rocks into air. Faith nodded to all of us. Kennedy perched herself on top of the rock. Rona hid behind the rock and Vi was to approach the boy with Faith.
Faith and Vi thought they had the element of surprise. They didn't know that the boy's powers enhanced his senses. Buffy was going to kill me for not saying anything.
He spun over to face them. Reflexively, Faith and Vi raised their swords, but he easily removed them from their spot, just by barely brushing their faces with his blue extensions.
Kennedy shot an arrow at him, and I almost yelled out in horror, which was only stopped when he made the arrow morph into a pillow. He extended his blue whips, so they crashed into every single part of the rock. Only one blue wire barely brushed Kennedy's hair, and she was writhing in agony
His teeth were gritted in anger, which he released in an agonizing scream—to me at least. Tears streamed down his face. A lump filled my throat as his expression made me clutch my abdomen.
He walked out of the clearing, only to be ambushed by Rona. In fury, he tangled his whips around her entire body and untangled them, without any sign of remorse.
He walked away from me. I stayed absolutely still and followed him quietly all the way back to the camp.
Xander POV:
I was commanding the front lines, keeping an eye on every single slayer we had who could wield a sword. Giles had control over the ambush team. Andrew was watching over the distance team.
I could see a faint blue glow in the distance, but it was free. Faith, Rona, Vi, and Kennedy weren't following. I tried my hardest to at least see Dawn…if anyone survived, it had to be her. But I didn't see her either.
I lowered my head in anticipated grief.
Buffy POV:
A wolf. The jerk had turned my sweet Angel into a werewolf. Willow and I had stayed behind to take care of him. We had to tranquilize him, so he couldn't fight the jerk. He was a covered in black fur, no sign of the vampire I knew left in him.
It wasn't even a full moon.
In his unconsciousness, he would thrash out. He hit Willow in the face once, but she just healed herself. Only at my touch, would he calm. I had the feeling that I was the only connection I had for him to this world.
What I couldn't figure out was how the boy could do this. He was just a boy when we found him. And of all things to change him into, a werewolf?
I also had a feeling that Dawn was keeping something from me. I think it was connected to the boy. I had to ask her when she came back. If she did…I shuddered at the thought of her not returning.
All the while, I sat by Angel's side, touching his furry cheek whenever he started to fight. I hated seeing him like this. He wasn't a wolf. He wasn't an animal. But yet he snarled and moved like one. Like I said, I hated it. Willow always knew what to do with him though.
Having a werewolf for a boyfriend had its perks. She knew when he was hungry, when he was annoyed, and when he needed some entertainment. Of course, they all equaled the same thing. He wanted to hunt. I ignored his growling protests, touching him whenever he got anxious.
Tears of frustration and anger would roll down my face. I wanted my vampire back, not this thing that has replaced him. Will seemed to treat with even more respect than before. Probably because he reminded her of her first love.
Will suddenly stood up and looked out the window.
"Buffy," she called me. I went over to her and looked to where her gaze held. In the distance, I saw Xander's division blocking blue rays, the rays danced in the night sky. There neon glow brightened our camp more than the fire ever did. He had come unharmed. He fought all the slayers off one by one, not exactly killing them. He finally got to Xander.
Xander, surprisingly, kept up a fight with him the longest. He dodged and jumped over the rays for about ten minutes, until the boy whipped him with his other hand. Xander was on the ground, shaking. The boy marched forward, easily fighting off the stealth and muscle.
He snapped his head up, just as Andrew's team shot arrow in his direction. He changed all the wires into…pillows? Why the hell would he do that? What kind of villain was he?
The pillows fell to the ground and he whipped his rays into the long distance team. He walked over to the bus, where only Will, Angel, and I were.
The door flew across the bus. Willow set up a barrier that stopped the freak momentarily. Angel started to thrash again, and I touched his cheek. I barely noticed the light blue of the shield fade to a clear, liquid form.
Willow POV:
He was crying. Tears, endless tears poured out of his eyes. His teeth were barred and his eyes pitch black. My hold on the shield softened a little.
"Why?" I asked him. He just stood frozen, "Why are you hurting everyone? Where are Kennedy and Dawn?" I asked, more forcefully. His brow knit together as I mentioned Dawn's named.
His face became agonized again.
"Dawn?" he asked, confused. His voice was deeper than I what I had expected. It had a coldness to it that was trying its best to cover up the pain in his voice.
"Yes, Dawn" I replied.
He shook his head in denial, "What are you talking about? Dawn? She wasn't with them. I didn't see her," he said mostly to himself.
"Where are they?" I asked again.
"I…I…" he couldn't answer.
"What is your name?" I asked impatiently.
He snapped his head so his gaze met mine. He sliced through my shield, barely hitting my shoulder. I ducked expecting him to attack again. But he headed straight to Buffy, hovering over Angel.
Buffy didn't notice at first that he was there, she was weeping into Angel's shoulder, clearly distressed. She turned, probably expecting me, but met the gaze of the boy instead.
"Buffy, avoid his rays!" I shouted. She pretended not to hear me, to protect me. He grabbed Buffy by the collar so they were nose to nose.
"Why did you rescue me? I was finally finding peace and you take that away from me. Why?" he whispered to her.
She stopped crying, meeting his gaze with fury, "Because it's my job," she answered. She punched him square in the chest. He flew to the front of the bus, but Buffy collapsed in pain. I ran over to her, trying to keep her steady. The boy ran out of the bus.
Principle Wood POV:
He ran straight out of the bus, wincing in pain. My team of slayer waited at the edge of the camp. I was holding a sword over my shoulder. He ran straight to our set up.
When he saw us in front of him, he stopped. He had a helpless look on his face, but I could tell he was planning something. He whipped his blue wires out from his fingertips and made them dance in the air. I barely noticed the air turn into dust giving him…camouflage.
My slayers charged into the cloud. I saw a faint blue glow and I charged into the cloud, unafraid. It was the stupidest decision I had ever made. He just brushed my ankle slightly and I had collapsed into a fit of tears and pain. It was overwhelming. He ran straight for the pit. The last glimpse I caught was the beautiful sun setting behind the horizon before I passed out.
Dawn POV:
A dust cloud covered the camp. I didn't walk into it willingly; afraid he would accidentally attack me. I ran to the pit to get a clearer look. Over the cloud, I saw Principle Wood get thrown in the air.
The boy retracted his rays and ran straight towards where I stood agony clear on his face. He didn't see me at first. He just sprinted to the pit as the sun set. I just stood where I was.
His eyes were pitch black, his face twisted in rage. When he saw me, he prepared to strike. But he hesitated. His face turned from rage to confusion to…relief. Fresh tears pooled in his eyes. I walked up to him slowly, showing him that it was me. He seemed to be denying it, for some reason.
I put my hand on his face as I whispered his name, "Logan."
Logan POV:
I was hallucinating. I must be. Dawn couldn't be here. She was gone. She was in the pit. But still her touch felt so…real, so comforting. I didn't really deny it; more like I was trying to welcome it, but my brain wanted to keep me in present second.
"D-Dawn," I stuttered her name. Tears stung her beautiful brown eyes as she tried to calm me. I touched her cheek, knowing my powers wouldn't affect her. She dropped her hand and pressed my own deeper into her cheek.
Her tears broke free, but a smile spread across her face. She seemed to be searching my eyes. My hands stopped glowing. She whispered to me, "Calm Logan. For me."
I breathed deeply her fresh ocean scent. I felt my eyes lose its fierceness. They faded back to ember. She leaned her head closer into me, brushing some of my shaggy hair out of my face.
It hit me. My love was alive. She had survived the destruction of Sunnydale. I encased her head in my hands. "You're here. You're alive," I said. My tears spilled again as my lips brushed hers. I started soft, to savor the moment. She knotted her hands in my hair.
I ran my hands through hers as our lips moved slowly, shaping perfectly with each other.
