Sequel to Death of Me
Author: Raven's Bard
E-mail: ravensbard78@yahoo.com
Pairing: BX
Disclaimer: Nothing in the Buffyverse belongs to me. Joss
owns it all.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Start of fourth season
Distribution: Just tell me where it's going.
Summary: Buffy's thoughts while waiting for Xander to rise.
Notes: Felt like filling you guys in on her thoughts before
starting the fun. Thanks to Anthony for giving me this plan... well,
the basic outline anyway. I'm still writing the New Start Universe.
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He's mine now.
But then, he always was. No matter who he was with he was still mine. Everyone knew it. Even those that Xander was seeing knew. Willow confessed to me that she knew Xander wasn't completely with her when they were sharing those stolen kisses. Part of him was holding back and it wasn't for Cordelia.
I think Cordelia knew too. She was always sending knowing glances at him when he looked at me. She could tell his heart didn't belong to her. It never did.
His Passion? Yes.
His Caring? Yes.
But his Love? No. That I had from the first time we met. A part of me knew from the beginning, but the rest of me wasn't ready to see. It took getting turned into a vampire to realize how much he meant to me. Enough that I want eternity with him at my side.
Xander was the last thing I thought of when I died and the first thing I thought of when I rose. Right before that pathetic worm spoke.
I can't believe a fledgling turned me. He was the only one out of six that I didn't get and by then I was too weak from the fight with the others to resist. He thought that with the Slayer as his queen he'd rule this town. He'd have been right if I didn't already have other plans. He was a might upset when I turned him down. He practically fell apart at the idea. I guess a stake to the heart does that to a guy.
The only one who had earned the right to rule with me was Xander. Xander had everything I wanted in a companion.
Intelligence. Military intelligence, to be precise, as well as a natural intelligence he keeps hidden most of the time.
Brutality. I heard about that aspect of him from the Wishverse's Willow.
And Devotion. Xander had more than enough of that as a human. As my Childe, I'll never have to be alone again. He would never leave or betray me.
I look down on his resting features as I wait for him to rise. Only a little while longer until nightfall. Then we can leave this dump, grab a few bites to eat, and decide where to go from here. I get off his bed to pace as I think. Tough choice on where we should go. Sunnydale or elsewhere?
Sunnydale has the Scooby gang, and while it might be fun to get rid of them, the main reason to kill them would be to do away with the curse. They also have the nice don't ask, don't tell policy with the supernatural here. I don't care about the Hellmouth, though. Hell on earth doesn't appeal to me, especially if I'm not going to be the one ruling it.
Elsewhere does have possibilities though. Sunnydale is boring. Been there, done that. Someplace new would be nice. As long as we destroy the curse before leaving, everything should be fine. Last I knew Willow had the only copy of the curse at the dorms. Should be simple enough to trick her into letting us in.
Or we could just kill her. That would cancel the invitation problem.
Then we just let what's left of the gang fall apart. Without a Slayer around to give them a purpose here, Oz and Giles should just disappear. Xander and I can always kill them later if we want. That will just leave one thing to face.
Angel.
His group is the only one we have to worry about. The Watchers will have their Kendra clones so I'm not concerned about them, but Angel might cause problems if Xander and I don't get rid of him.
I turn back to Xander and find him facing me sitting on the bed. The pronounced ridges apparent and his golden eyes watching me closely. The desire showing Xander's demonic features draw mine out as well.
"Awake at last," I say as I move to him. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Didn't want to interrupt your thoughts. Besides, I was enjoying the view," Xander smirks. "What were you thinking about?"
"Our plans," I answer simply.
"Who are we going to kill first? Willow?" he asks knowingly. Xander always could read me so well. Glad to see that carried over too.
"Yep. Curse girl first, then we can decide what to do with the others."
He nods and draws me closer. I feel the bond between sire and childe strengthen in response. I can feel him inside my head whispering his need to be with me. For a moment, I consider holding him back since night has fallen and the sooner we get this done the better.
As I try to tell myself to stop this, Xander's taloned hands caress my back through the thin shirt increasing my desire and weakening my resolve. But it is when Xander nuzzles my neck, lightly drawing his fangs across my throat sending shivers down to my core that I surrender. With a thought, I release my passion on him, filling Xander's mind as I clasp his lips to mine.
Killing Willow can wait for an hour.
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It was our need to feed that drew us out of the dank basement. We decided to let Xander's parents live to keep the others from becoming suspicious. We could make it look like he left later.
My thoughts drifted as we headed towards Oz's place. Our control for newborn vampires seemed unusual, but I wasn't worried about it yet. Together we could discover what else might be different.
A couple out after dark made for a nice appetizer, but we had to save room for Willow. And less than a minute later we spotted her walking back to the dorms arm in arm with Oz.
"Willow!" Xander calls out as we walk up. "Whatcha up to? Where you goin'? Care to join us?"
"Xander? What are you doing here?" Willow asks before noticing me. "You found Buffy. See, I told you she was fine." Better than ever.
"Yeah, I stopped by to see him last night and he suggested getting together tonight," I say with a grin. "So what are you two up to?"
"Oz was just walking me home. I have a lot of studying to do for that psych test."
I notice Oz looking at both of us warily. Damn werewolf might be able to sense something wrong.
"Xand and I were thinking of heading over to the ice cream place for a snack. Care to join us?" I mention, trying to set Oz at ease. Xander picks up on my thought.
"I'll pay," he adds.
"Well, I guess I can wait a little longer. Come on, Oz. Let's go," says Willow cheerfully.
Xander and I lead the two in the general direction of the ice cream parlor, which just happens to be away from the campus and any possible help. A glance at Xander tells him we're far enough. He walks a few more steps as I turn back and move closer to Willow and Oz.
"Hey, Willow. I know this may seem a bit sudden, but there is something I think I should tell you." Willow's eyes show her concern and attention as Xander walks up on my right side. "I decided that I want to be with Xander... as something more than friends."
Willow lets out a startled "eep" and then jumps forward wrapping her arms around me. "About time! This is so great! Don't you think Oz?" she asks turning to her boyfriend.
What she sees isn't what she expected. Namely Xander draining him with his hand clasped over his mouth to cut off his screams. Willow turns to me, I suppose to ask for help, but my vampiric visage stifles her pleas.
"I decided to make him mine forever. And that means getting rid of all obstacles, including you and your little curse," I tell her before lunging for her neck. Her fear and despair wash over me as I draw out her lifeblood. I relish in Willow's pain and feel Xander awaken our bond to let me feel his feeding. Oz's agony is sweet as it mixes with Willow's fading emotions.
We let their bodies fall at our feet after we are done. Xander pulls me to him and removes the last traces of Willow's blood from my lips.
"Yum," he whispers. "Shall we go, My Lady?"
"Of course, My Knight," I say playing along. "We have much to do."
He holds me close and we make our way into the night.
Together at last. The way we were meant to be.
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End?
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