Someone Has to Teach Them- Chapter 5
Author: PNS*
Notes: This chapter begins breaking it up into seperate stories, more episodic. The earlier parts were more establishing. Enjoy!
"So what's up Buff."
"Can't a friend take another friend out for a nighttime patrol for vampires without it being suspicious?"
"Not within our circle."
"I dunno. I've missed you. I haven't really seen you much lately."
"I haven't seen you much lately, kinda because I only can see you when you are on my right side." Buffy made amends and moved to his other side. Then she paused, noticing the edge to his voice. He blamed her for his eye loss. Oh god, she froze.
"Buffy?" Xander turned.
"Do you blame me for you eye, Xander?" Sometimes the best way to get an honest answer is to just put the raw question out there. Xander took a deep breathe.
"I don't mean to, but sometimes, yeah I resent you. Why can't you get hurt? Why do you still look perfect? Why is it always me who gets hurt? Who breaks his arm or loses his eye." Buffy was taken aback. She hadn't guessed how deeply his pain went. "I know I said a long time ago I would stick by you and I did."
"You can be free now, Xander. Nothing is keeping you here. Please. If I make you that upset, then maybe you should." None of their words were in anger, just in pent up frustration and misery. What the hell did imaginary Spike mean by telling her to love Xander? Xander had a deep pent up hatred towards her. Or close to it.
"No, I can't be free, Buffy. I'm in this now and forever." His words were so final they imprinted themselves on Buffy's very soul. How much would he grow to resent her? He seemed to feel her concern in the this spring air. "It was my choice. It has nothing to do with you."
"I admire you, Xander." And that was all she could say.
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Somewhere on the other side of Cleveland a young woman stepped out of the shadows. She sneered at the other young people around her, they didn't come close to her, the writhing mortal bodies. She knew for some reason she was special. Her senses told her, her body told her, and the male vampire flanking her told her.
She spun around and shoved a stake into his heart, her face morphing in the process. "I told you to get lost." She turned her attention elsewhere, for she could sense another girl nearby, a girl like she had been. Different.
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"Aren't you a little young to be a police officer?" Willow figured the best time to brooch the topic was when Kennedy was spent. She was a tough woman to talk to on her good days and didn't yield easy. It was what made her a good Slayer...and a good lover.
"I thought you were happy for me."
"I am. It's just now you'll be dealing with the bad guys during the day and at night."
"We need the money, Willow." Who was she to argue? Still, she felt uncomfortable with the idea. She pulled Kennedy closer, as if she could keep her there always. There were still moments when she felt guilt for Tara, wondering if she should be thinking about her more, and still more moments grieving the lose of even her memory, her tombstone sucked into the hellmouth along with everything else in Sunnydale. She didn't even have a picture to remember her by. "Is something wrong?" Kennedy pulled her back to the moment of here and now. "You were frowning."
"I miss Sunnydale."
"Well I'll make you forget. Don't worry. You're in safe hands."
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The moment Faith had met Wood she knew he was not like most of the men who crossed her path, save for Buffy's bunch, which he was part of. But then most of the guys in Buffy's bunch were usually hers in one way or another. This one didn't feel like he belonged to Buffy. Maybe that was what had drawn her to him. There was also the fact that unlike most of the men in her life he hadn't failed her. Not even when she thought he was dying.
But it was all so strange and new. Learning to care and not run away. It had been a slow learning process the past few days. Each day she woke up to find his still sleeping by her side, his dark skin pressed against her own. He was a nice boy. She was afraid one day he would wake up and see who she was. What her past was.
"Morning, Faith." Wood brushed the hair from her face. She smiled.
"Hey." She sat up but he pulled her back by her wrist. "How's the injury doing?" So maybe they hadn't done much since they had arrived, it was another strange thing to Faith.
"Better." He kissed her softly.
"Good. Because we can't decide who's prettier once and for all until we are both in peak condition."
"I am!"
Author: PNS*
Notes: This chapter begins breaking it up into seperate stories, more episodic. The earlier parts were more establishing. Enjoy!
"So what's up Buff."
"Can't a friend take another friend out for a nighttime patrol for vampires without it being suspicious?"
"Not within our circle."
"I dunno. I've missed you. I haven't really seen you much lately."
"I haven't seen you much lately, kinda because I only can see you when you are on my right side." Buffy made amends and moved to his other side. Then she paused, noticing the edge to his voice. He blamed her for his eye loss. Oh god, she froze.
"Buffy?" Xander turned.
"Do you blame me for you eye, Xander?" Sometimes the best way to get an honest answer is to just put the raw question out there. Xander took a deep breathe.
"I don't mean to, but sometimes, yeah I resent you. Why can't you get hurt? Why do you still look perfect? Why is it always me who gets hurt? Who breaks his arm or loses his eye." Buffy was taken aback. She hadn't guessed how deeply his pain went. "I know I said a long time ago I would stick by you and I did."
"You can be free now, Xander. Nothing is keeping you here. Please. If I make you that upset, then maybe you should." None of their words were in anger, just in pent up frustration and misery. What the hell did imaginary Spike mean by telling her to love Xander? Xander had a deep pent up hatred towards her. Or close to it.
"No, I can't be free, Buffy. I'm in this now and forever." His words were so final they imprinted themselves on Buffy's very soul. How much would he grow to resent her? He seemed to feel her concern in the this spring air. "It was my choice. It has nothing to do with you."
"I admire you, Xander." And that was all she could say.
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Somewhere on the other side of Cleveland a young woman stepped out of the shadows. She sneered at the other young people around her, they didn't come close to her, the writhing mortal bodies. She knew for some reason she was special. Her senses told her, her body told her, and the male vampire flanking her told her.
She spun around and shoved a stake into his heart, her face morphing in the process. "I told you to get lost." She turned her attention elsewhere, for she could sense another girl nearby, a girl like she had been. Different.
**********************************************************************
"Aren't you a little young to be a police officer?" Willow figured the best time to brooch the topic was when Kennedy was spent. She was a tough woman to talk to on her good days and didn't yield easy. It was what made her a good Slayer...and a good lover.
"I thought you were happy for me."
"I am. It's just now you'll be dealing with the bad guys during the day and at night."
"We need the money, Willow." Who was she to argue? Still, she felt uncomfortable with the idea. She pulled Kennedy closer, as if she could keep her there always. There were still moments when she felt guilt for Tara, wondering if she should be thinking about her more, and still more moments grieving the lose of even her memory, her tombstone sucked into the hellmouth along with everything else in Sunnydale. She didn't even have a picture to remember her by. "Is something wrong?" Kennedy pulled her back to the moment of here and now. "You were frowning."
"I miss Sunnydale."
"Well I'll make you forget. Don't worry. You're in safe hands."
**********************************************************************
The moment Faith had met Wood she knew he was not like most of the men who crossed her path, save for Buffy's bunch, which he was part of. But then most of the guys in Buffy's bunch were usually hers in one way or another. This one didn't feel like he belonged to Buffy. Maybe that was what had drawn her to him. There was also the fact that unlike most of the men in her life he hadn't failed her. Not even when she thought he was dying.
But it was all so strange and new. Learning to care and not run away. It had been a slow learning process the past few days. Each day she woke up to find his still sleeping by her side, his dark skin pressed against her own. He was a nice boy. She was afraid one day he would wake up and see who she was. What her past was.
"Morning, Faith." Wood brushed the hair from her face. She smiled.
"Hey." She sat up but he pulled her back by her wrist. "How's the injury doing?" So maybe they hadn't done much since they had arrived, it was another strange thing to Faith.
"Better." He kissed her softly.
"Good. Because we can't decide who's prettier once and for all until we are both in peak condition."
"I am!"