**In response to a comment in a review. I don't think Willow is as much
gay as experimenting. At any rate, the challenge I am answering was for a
Methos and Willow coupling. I liked Tara and thought she could've gone
either way. I think it was a college type thing. I always thought Tara
and Willow would find men eventually. Unfortunately Tara is dead.
I have received suggestions from two writers I hold in high regard. Find "ROG on Vacation" under Fanfiction.net profile for Jill. Look at my reviews and click on her name. The other is MacGeorge. He is writing the "Forging the Blade" series and it blows my mind. This story is at http://www.wordsmiths.net/MacGeorge/Boardwalk/wilderness/we_index.html I'll try and put their suggestions into play. Now, on with the story.**
---
Amanda was on the offensive. Marcus and Amanda were circling each other warily looking for an opening. Suddenly he had one. He struck, quick as a snake and sliced Amanda across the midsection. Gasping in shock she lowered her guard a bit and he ran her through.
"You're lucky my dear," stated Marcus. "I needed bait for MacLeod and the Slayer. Now I have both."
Damn it! she screamed in her head in frustration.
Amanda's last sight before she died was Dawn being held by one vampire on each side.
---
"No Willow, you can't use magic in an Immortal duel and you shouldn't use it at any time unless absolutely necessary," Methos argued. "What if you had your magic taken away? You need to be able to do without it in a fight."
"Fine," retorted Willow in a huff. "Then I will need to spar with absolutely everybody here, won't I?" queried Willow.
Excellent observation. Good, she's learning! Methos thought. He began, "Yes, my dear, everyone will fight different. Learn different styles and you will have a far better chance at survival. Remember, there can be only one."
Hearing the bell on the door to the shop ring, Willow put her sword down against the doorpost and stepped into the front room. Methos followed calmly polishing his sword. Methos was suddenly suspicious.
After all, who was wandering around at night in this town that would go into a magic shop? he thought.
Seeing three very large vampires in front of an unmoving Willow assured him that his mistrust was well placed.
"What do you want?" Willow demanded.
"We bring a message from our master," said the center monster as he licked his lips and eyed Willow's neck hungrily.
"Get on with it," ordered Methos as he leaned his Ivanhoe against his shoulder like a bat.
"You can tell the one called MacLeod and the Slayer that we have something precious to them if they want them back. Our master will send instructions." He finished and the bell to the door rang again.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" taunted Buffy as Richie drew his sword and Buffy a stake.
The vampires faces transformed as one exploded into dust. Startled they looked around to see Methos dusting himself off and blowing dust off his sword.
"Carry on," he quipped to Buffy.
The remaining two charged Buffy and one got a sword in the stomach for his trouble. He turned with a roar to his assailant.
"Not fair, two on one. Play nice," said Richie nonchalantly as he withdrew his sword, took its head and it exploded into dust.
Buffy vaulted over the back of the remaining vampire while it was bent over from her last kick. Landing in a in a tight ball she rolled to her feet and spun around. The vampire straightened up and she drove the stake into its massive chest. It didn't turn into dust.
Furious Buffy kicked it backwards again and signaled to Richie who swung his rapier in a tight arc towards the vampire's neck. Sensing his movements the vampire ducked and backed towards the entrance. Eyeing the fighters warily the former legionnaire grinned as he pulled away his shirt to reveal tightly made chain mail.
"I picked this up from a Spaniard I ate a few hundred years ago," he gloated.
"Unbelievable! Armor on a vamp!" Buffy exclaimed as she rushed the beast. The vampire sidestepped and turned throwing Buffy into the door. As she crashed through the door the vampire turned and cackled with glee. Picking up Buffy with one hand he forcibly turned her neck to face him and leaned in to drink. His face turned to shock in the split second before the sword completely severed his neck and he exploded into a cloud of dust. The chain mail fell to the ground.
"Thanks," Buffy exclaimed as Richie helped her to her feet.
"No problem, but you now owe me food," he grinned as he dusted off her back.
"Are you asking me on a date, sir?" she asked spinning around with a coy smile on her face.
Richie sputtered and turned red then took a deep breath. "So what if I am?" he demanded suddenly.
"Then I accept," Buffy giggled and stepped back into the shop.
---
"So what are our options?" asked Duncan as he settled into the Scotch in front of him.
"I suppose we must wait until further instructions from the kidnapper," began Giles as he took a sip of his tea.
"Wait my ass!" exploded Xander. "I say we go hunting and destroy all the undead we see until."
"Until what Xander?" demanded Willow. "We don't know where they are holding Dawn and Amanda. We don't know if they are even alive!"
At that last statement Buffy and Duncan flinched and Willow sent apologetic glances their way.
"The Watcher's are of no help," said Joe. "We haven't had a Watcher on Marcus in a hundred years. The last one got attacked by some of his vampires and barely got away with his life. Funny thing, his chronicle mentioned monsters but up until now I accredited that to an overactive imagination and too much booze," chuckled Joe.
"Well, I need to work out some frustration. I am going to patrol, anyone want to come along?" Buffy asked.
"We'll all come Buffy" volunteered Willow.
"Well pair up then. Willow and Methos, Xander and Duncan, Giles you stay here with Joe in case our instructions come in and Richie is with me. Any questions?"
They all shrugged their shoulders in response. Walking to the weapons closet, she began handing out stakes and holy water in addition to the swords all were now carrying.
"Let's go," Buffy ordered.
** Feedback is cool. You like it, you really like it! That's a good thing cause I have a few more stories up my sleeve after this one is complete. **
I have received suggestions from two writers I hold in high regard. Find "ROG on Vacation" under Fanfiction.net profile for Jill. Look at my reviews and click on her name. The other is MacGeorge. He is writing the "Forging the Blade" series and it blows my mind. This story is at http://www.wordsmiths.net/MacGeorge/Boardwalk/wilderness/we_index.html I'll try and put their suggestions into play. Now, on with the story.**
---
Amanda was on the offensive. Marcus and Amanda were circling each other warily looking for an opening. Suddenly he had one. He struck, quick as a snake and sliced Amanda across the midsection. Gasping in shock she lowered her guard a bit and he ran her through.
"You're lucky my dear," stated Marcus. "I needed bait for MacLeod and the Slayer. Now I have both."
Damn it! she screamed in her head in frustration.
Amanda's last sight before she died was Dawn being held by one vampire on each side.
---
"No Willow, you can't use magic in an Immortal duel and you shouldn't use it at any time unless absolutely necessary," Methos argued. "What if you had your magic taken away? You need to be able to do without it in a fight."
"Fine," retorted Willow in a huff. "Then I will need to spar with absolutely everybody here, won't I?" queried Willow.
Excellent observation. Good, she's learning! Methos thought. He began, "Yes, my dear, everyone will fight different. Learn different styles and you will have a far better chance at survival. Remember, there can be only one."
Hearing the bell on the door to the shop ring, Willow put her sword down against the doorpost and stepped into the front room. Methos followed calmly polishing his sword. Methos was suddenly suspicious.
After all, who was wandering around at night in this town that would go into a magic shop? he thought.
Seeing three very large vampires in front of an unmoving Willow assured him that his mistrust was well placed.
"What do you want?" Willow demanded.
"We bring a message from our master," said the center monster as he licked his lips and eyed Willow's neck hungrily.
"Get on with it," ordered Methos as he leaned his Ivanhoe against his shoulder like a bat.
"You can tell the one called MacLeod and the Slayer that we have something precious to them if they want them back. Our master will send instructions." He finished and the bell to the door rang again.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" taunted Buffy as Richie drew his sword and Buffy a stake.
The vampires faces transformed as one exploded into dust. Startled they looked around to see Methos dusting himself off and blowing dust off his sword.
"Carry on," he quipped to Buffy.
The remaining two charged Buffy and one got a sword in the stomach for his trouble. He turned with a roar to his assailant.
"Not fair, two on one. Play nice," said Richie nonchalantly as he withdrew his sword, took its head and it exploded into dust.
Buffy vaulted over the back of the remaining vampire while it was bent over from her last kick. Landing in a in a tight ball she rolled to her feet and spun around. The vampire straightened up and she drove the stake into its massive chest. It didn't turn into dust.
Furious Buffy kicked it backwards again and signaled to Richie who swung his rapier in a tight arc towards the vampire's neck. Sensing his movements the vampire ducked and backed towards the entrance. Eyeing the fighters warily the former legionnaire grinned as he pulled away his shirt to reveal tightly made chain mail.
"I picked this up from a Spaniard I ate a few hundred years ago," he gloated.
"Unbelievable! Armor on a vamp!" Buffy exclaimed as she rushed the beast. The vampire sidestepped and turned throwing Buffy into the door. As she crashed through the door the vampire turned and cackled with glee. Picking up Buffy with one hand he forcibly turned her neck to face him and leaned in to drink. His face turned to shock in the split second before the sword completely severed his neck and he exploded into a cloud of dust. The chain mail fell to the ground.
"Thanks," Buffy exclaimed as Richie helped her to her feet.
"No problem, but you now owe me food," he grinned as he dusted off her back.
"Are you asking me on a date, sir?" she asked spinning around with a coy smile on her face.
Richie sputtered and turned red then took a deep breath. "So what if I am?" he demanded suddenly.
"Then I accept," Buffy giggled and stepped back into the shop.
---
"So what are our options?" asked Duncan as he settled into the Scotch in front of him.
"I suppose we must wait until further instructions from the kidnapper," began Giles as he took a sip of his tea.
"Wait my ass!" exploded Xander. "I say we go hunting and destroy all the undead we see until."
"Until what Xander?" demanded Willow. "We don't know where they are holding Dawn and Amanda. We don't know if they are even alive!"
At that last statement Buffy and Duncan flinched and Willow sent apologetic glances their way.
"The Watcher's are of no help," said Joe. "We haven't had a Watcher on Marcus in a hundred years. The last one got attacked by some of his vampires and barely got away with his life. Funny thing, his chronicle mentioned monsters but up until now I accredited that to an overactive imagination and too much booze," chuckled Joe.
"Well, I need to work out some frustration. I am going to patrol, anyone want to come along?" Buffy asked.
"We'll all come Buffy" volunteered Willow.
"Well pair up then. Willow and Methos, Xander and Duncan, Giles you stay here with Joe in case our instructions come in and Richie is with me. Any questions?"
They all shrugged their shoulders in response. Walking to the weapons closet, she began handing out stakes and holy water in addition to the swords all were now carrying.
"Let's go," Buffy ordered.
** Feedback is cool. You like it, you really like it! That's a good thing cause I have a few more stories up my sleeve after this one is complete. **