"The End of the Innocent."
Summary: The Scoobies face their worst fear when one of them is chosen to give birth to a demon that would destroy the innocents.
Authors notes: 1. The Buffyverse does not belong to me, it belongs to Joss Whedon, ME, UPN, Fox. This story does belong to me, and the characters Aquima, Llafodne, and any other characters not in the show belong to me too.
2. This story will be told in multiple chapters, and every chapter will be rated R for violence, strong language, disturbing imagery, sexual content, and rape.
Chapter 1: Orgasm through Torture.
"Hey, baby it's me." Willow knelt before the headstone of her slain lover. "I'm doing o.k baby. As, o.k as I could be in this situation. I miss you so much. I've met a new girl. Her name's Kennedy, she's one of the potentials. I wish you were here with me, I can't stand the fact that we're apart." Willow's eyes welled up with tears, as she started crying.
"Let me guess, that was your lover who was killed by some lowlife scum?" A mans voice asked directly behind Willow.
The startled red head whipped her head around to get a look at the speaker. He had black spiky hair, pale skin, and a tall, lanky, but muscular figure. His eyes were amethyst in color. He wore black satin pants, a silk dark purple shirt, and a black duster with traces of silver. If she weren't gay she would have easily gone for him. Instead she muttered, "Yeah, she was. We had just gotten back together that last night."
"And you made love until both of you quivered, and begged the other for mercy. Except you didn't want to let go, or stop." The man stated.
At this point Willow was becoming a bit nervous. "How do you know all this stuff?" She asked.
"I just do. Anyways did you get revenge on this killer?"
"Yes; I absorbed all this black magic. Then I caught him in the woods; I tied him up, and began to torture him. I stitched his mouth shut, and slowly transfixed a bullet into his chest." Willow stated, numbly.
The man walked closer to her, and asked. "Did you get off on this?"
Willow looked into his eyes, and replied with shame in her voice. "Yes, I did. I could feel my self-yearning with need. I could also sense his agonizing need for release. I wanted the torture to go on for so much longer. I wanted that son of a bitch to pay. I wanted him to bleed to death, but to have the blood slowly seep out of him drop by drop. Each time this happened I wanted to hear him scream, and beg for mercy. I wanted to feel his erection against my body, but I didn't intend the release to be sweet; no the release would be pure agonizing torture. I started by tying him to a tree, and stitching his mouth shut. I then took the bullet that I had gotten out of my other friend that he had shot. I slowly transfixed the small piece of metal into his chest. I could feel that bastard's erection. He got off on pain, but then again so did I. I wanted to continue this for hours, but my friends came to try to stop me. I didn't want that piece of shit to live, so I skinned him alive."
"Well you definitely earned your right to do this."
"No I didn't earn it. No one deserved to die; I killed more people those next two days. It makes me sick to even think of the damage that I caused. I've just now earned the trust of my friends. By the way who are you?" Willow ranted finally asking the guy's name.
"Name's Aquima." Aquima stated. "By the way just curious, are you a satanic witch?"
Willow's eyes went wide in horror, she hissed in his face. "I am not a satanic witch, I am a Wicca. I regretted the choice that I made."
"Sure you say that, but you just told me that you got off on all this revenge. You gave up black magic to get your girlfriend back, then when you did you wanted her all to yourself. You couldn't stand the fact that you two were apart. You wanted to indulge yourself into her. Now I hate to tell you this, but you don't seem like a Wicca to me. No I can see it in your soul, you're a Satanist. You may deny it now, but later on you will see." Aquima stated firmly.
Willow just turned around, and looked at Tara's grave. She then turned back to Aquima with tears streaming down her cheek. She then seethed. "How dare you come into this cemetery during this time, and start making all these hateful accusations to someone you don't even know!!"
Aquima smirked. "Oh, but I do know you."
At this point Willow wanted nothing more than to kill this guy, but realized this would only prove him correct. Instead she began to walk away, and out of the cemetery. The tears were still streaming down her face, and the hate was boiling inside of her when she heard, "Think about it. What I said."
In the next chapter Willow talks to Kennedy, and has a rather disturbing dream.
Summary: The Scoobies face their worst fear when one of them is chosen to give birth to a demon that would destroy the innocents.
Authors notes: 1. The Buffyverse does not belong to me, it belongs to Joss Whedon, ME, UPN, Fox. This story does belong to me, and the characters Aquima, Llafodne, and any other characters not in the show belong to me too.
2. This story will be told in multiple chapters, and every chapter will be rated R for violence, strong language, disturbing imagery, sexual content, and rape.
Chapter 1: Orgasm through Torture.
"Hey, baby it's me." Willow knelt before the headstone of her slain lover. "I'm doing o.k baby. As, o.k as I could be in this situation. I miss you so much. I've met a new girl. Her name's Kennedy, she's one of the potentials. I wish you were here with me, I can't stand the fact that we're apart." Willow's eyes welled up with tears, as she started crying.
"Let me guess, that was your lover who was killed by some lowlife scum?" A mans voice asked directly behind Willow.
The startled red head whipped her head around to get a look at the speaker. He had black spiky hair, pale skin, and a tall, lanky, but muscular figure. His eyes were amethyst in color. He wore black satin pants, a silk dark purple shirt, and a black duster with traces of silver. If she weren't gay she would have easily gone for him. Instead she muttered, "Yeah, she was. We had just gotten back together that last night."
"And you made love until both of you quivered, and begged the other for mercy. Except you didn't want to let go, or stop." The man stated.
At this point Willow was becoming a bit nervous. "How do you know all this stuff?" She asked.
"I just do. Anyways did you get revenge on this killer?"
"Yes; I absorbed all this black magic. Then I caught him in the woods; I tied him up, and began to torture him. I stitched his mouth shut, and slowly transfixed a bullet into his chest." Willow stated, numbly.
The man walked closer to her, and asked. "Did you get off on this?"
Willow looked into his eyes, and replied with shame in her voice. "Yes, I did. I could feel my self-yearning with need. I could also sense his agonizing need for release. I wanted the torture to go on for so much longer. I wanted that son of a bitch to pay. I wanted him to bleed to death, but to have the blood slowly seep out of him drop by drop. Each time this happened I wanted to hear him scream, and beg for mercy. I wanted to feel his erection against my body, but I didn't intend the release to be sweet; no the release would be pure agonizing torture. I started by tying him to a tree, and stitching his mouth shut. I then took the bullet that I had gotten out of my other friend that he had shot. I slowly transfixed the small piece of metal into his chest. I could feel that bastard's erection. He got off on pain, but then again so did I. I wanted to continue this for hours, but my friends came to try to stop me. I didn't want that piece of shit to live, so I skinned him alive."
"Well you definitely earned your right to do this."
"No I didn't earn it. No one deserved to die; I killed more people those next two days. It makes me sick to even think of the damage that I caused. I've just now earned the trust of my friends. By the way who are you?" Willow ranted finally asking the guy's name.
"Name's Aquima." Aquima stated. "By the way just curious, are you a satanic witch?"
Willow's eyes went wide in horror, she hissed in his face. "I am not a satanic witch, I am a Wicca. I regretted the choice that I made."
"Sure you say that, but you just told me that you got off on all this revenge. You gave up black magic to get your girlfriend back, then when you did you wanted her all to yourself. You couldn't stand the fact that you two were apart. You wanted to indulge yourself into her. Now I hate to tell you this, but you don't seem like a Wicca to me. No I can see it in your soul, you're a Satanist. You may deny it now, but later on you will see." Aquima stated firmly.
Willow just turned around, and looked at Tara's grave. She then turned back to Aquima with tears streaming down her cheek. She then seethed. "How dare you come into this cemetery during this time, and start making all these hateful accusations to someone you don't even know!!"
Aquima smirked. "Oh, but I do know you."
At this point Willow wanted nothing more than to kill this guy, but realized this would only prove him correct. Instead she began to walk away, and out of the cemetery. The tears were still streaming down her face, and the hate was boiling inside of her when she heard, "Think about it. What I said."
In the next chapter Willow talks to Kennedy, and has a rather disturbing dream.