Phase 21 (Sunnydale)
Six weeks into her intense training Buffy Summers woke up feeling like the Slayer for the first
time in her life.
It was a welcomed change as she no longer felt any doubts about the truth of her calling. She
was strong, she was skilled and she was finally ready to take on the Master and his minions.
Aside from confidence, she also had a team behind her. Giles, Oz, Nancy and Larry would
provide the much needed backup force against Willow and Xander's army. She recognize that it
had been a mistake to take on that many vampires with only Spike at her side. The Watcher's
team had been fighting Sunnydale's demon population while she had been hiding in New York
and they had the advantage of experience. Her arrogance and lack of insight had cost her Spike
and she'd learned from her mistake.
She was physically and emotionally as ready as she could hope to be. They would strike tonight.
Larry and Oz had been dispatched to spy on the Master's headquarters while they still had the
advantage of daylight. She didn't want to risk any surprises of the undead kind.
The Slayer turned her attention to the open backpack sitting in her bed. The green canvas bag
was filled to the brim with razor sharpened stakes, knives and a couple of light crossbows. In
the Watcher's apartment, Nancy was assembling their newly procured rocket launcher which
would give them and edge or at least provide an spectacular entrance.
Turning away from the bed her eyes landed on the full length mirror on her side. With a
numbing curiosity she studied her body. She was fit if not a little thin which was due in part to
the fact that she'd had not been able to hold down her food since he was gone. There were a few
shadows under her eyes and the light seemed to have dimmed from them. Still, she recognized
the spark of determination and that made all the difference. Her bare arms and shoulders looked
toned as did her torso. Under her knee high leather boots, her legs were sinewed with hard
muscle. It was the body of a warrior ready to do battle.
There was one thing missing though.
She opened the closet door and removed the carefully hung leather duster. Her nose caught the
scent of aged leather, cigarettes and him. With utmost reverence she wrapped herself in the
garment and discovered that it molded to her form just like its owner.
With her head high and wearing her lover's coat she descended the stairs and went to meet what
the day had in store for her.
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Oz and Larry returned a little past noon with the news that the Master's forces were all
assembled in the main lair. This bit of information dampened their spirits somewhat since it
meant that they had a pretty formidable task ahead of them. The chances of coming out of the
confrontation unscathed were very slim but they refused to dwell on it as they prepared.
Giles produced the Bronze's structural blueprints which were studied carefully to determine
their best course. Everyone contributed their own opinion and Buffy was receptive to their
insight. As the afternoon became early evening they had a clear plan of action. All their moves
would be carefully coordinated to its outmost efficiency. At last they were done and ready for
the fray. As the group picked up their weapons and assembled in the courtyard the Slayer
cleared her throat and asked for everyone's attention.
The cool night air accentuated her words and the group listened carefully knowing that the
Slayer spoke true.
This is my calling...my role in life and I've always accepted it but I didn't really understand it
until you taught it to me. For that and for your loyalty I am deeply grateful. I've made
mistakes...lots of them actually. My pride has cost me the love of my life but risk and danger is
what my life is all about. It shouldn't be yours. The Master's army is strong and they have
proved to be more prepared than us but now I feel that we have a chance to rid Sunnydale of
their infestation. Yet in reality the odds are heavily against us. So right now you have to make a
choice knowing that some of our actions…come around with horrible outcomes and I can't
promise you that you will be safe. I won't blame if anyone chooses to stay. After all it is your
life and your decision anyway" She finished and waited.
No one said anything for the longest time until Giles broke the silence "As you said some of our
actions just may come with terrible consequences. And we are well aware of what these could
be, but we choose to take action anyway. This is our town Buffy and we earned the chance to
fight for it"
The Slayer nodded satisfied and a deeply seated admiration shone through her moistened eyes.
Wordlessly she let the way out of the courtyard and into the Sunnydale streets.
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Her heels clicked on the stone staircase as she made her way down towards the basement prison.
Willow murmured a fast light spell and the area around the cage glowed. The vampiress licked
her lips at the delicious sight before her.
He was curled in a fetal position with his arms around his drawn knees. The once ashy blonde
hair was splattered with his own blood and sticky with sweat. His beautiful eyes were swollen
shut and his face was a mass of deep purple/black bruises that Willow found very attractive.
As per usual he was heavily secured but Willow knew that he could no longer walk as she had
broken both legs and fractured the spine. It was a little extreme but he'd gotten her angry after
trying to kick her. After that he never again tried to attack her.
It had been quite a task trying to overcome the vampire's strong will. He was spirited and
obstinate and too much in love with the Slayer to ever consider betraying her. Over the course
of six weeks Willow had chipped at Spike's will just as she'd done his body. The combination
of the physical and emotional torture had finally defeated the cocky vamp.
She ought to congratulate herself she'd beaten William the Bloody at his own game and she
didn't even have to use railroad spikes.
With a flick of her wrist the cage door opened and she stepped inside and walked towards him.
He was still unconscious when she got to him. Willow knelt before her victim and ran her index
nail across his left cheekbone.
"Hey baby...the party's not over yet"
Spike's eyes were blackened slits but he was awake. There was fear and maybe...resignation in
the blue orbs. Willow smiled.
"That's right sweet. I own you and nothing is gonna stop me for doing whatever I want to you"
He remained silent as she began...
TBC
Author's note: I have a feeling that this fic is going to end on a dark note. Willow has indeed
broken Spike and he might never be the same again. The wishverse Buffy is a different sort of
woman than the regular cannon and she may do some things different. We shall see. Keep the
reviews coming and I will keep on writing.
Six weeks into her intense training Buffy Summers woke up feeling like the Slayer for the first
time in her life.
It was a welcomed change as she no longer felt any doubts about the truth of her calling. She
was strong, she was skilled and she was finally ready to take on the Master and his minions.
Aside from confidence, she also had a team behind her. Giles, Oz, Nancy and Larry would
provide the much needed backup force against Willow and Xander's army. She recognize that it
had been a mistake to take on that many vampires with only Spike at her side. The Watcher's
team had been fighting Sunnydale's demon population while she had been hiding in New York
and they had the advantage of experience. Her arrogance and lack of insight had cost her Spike
and she'd learned from her mistake.
She was physically and emotionally as ready as she could hope to be. They would strike tonight.
Larry and Oz had been dispatched to spy on the Master's headquarters while they still had the
advantage of daylight. She didn't want to risk any surprises of the undead kind.
The Slayer turned her attention to the open backpack sitting in her bed. The green canvas bag
was filled to the brim with razor sharpened stakes, knives and a couple of light crossbows. In
the Watcher's apartment, Nancy was assembling their newly procured rocket launcher which
would give them and edge or at least provide an spectacular entrance.
Turning away from the bed her eyes landed on the full length mirror on her side. With a
numbing curiosity she studied her body. She was fit if not a little thin which was due in part to
the fact that she'd had not been able to hold down her food since he was gone. There were a few
shadows under her eyes and the light seemed to have dimmed from them. Still, she recognized
the spark of determination and that made all the difference. Her bare arms and shoulders looked
toned as did her torso. Under her knee high leather boots, her legs were sinewed with hard
muscle. It was the body of a warrior ready to do battle.
There was one thing missing though.
She opened the closet door and removed the carefully hung leather duster. Her nose caught the
scent of aged leather, cigarettes and him. With utmost reverence she wrapped herself in the
garment and discovered that it molded to her form just like its owner.
With her head high and wearing her lover's coat she descended the stairs and went to meet what
the day had in store for her.
##################
Oz and Larry returned a little past noon with the news that the Master's forces were all
assembled in the main lair. This bit of information dampened their spirits somewhat since it
meant that they had a pretty formidable task ahead of them. The chances of coming out of the
confrontation unscathed were very slim but they refused to dwell on it as they prepared.
Giles produced the Bronze's structural blueprints which were studied carefully to determine
their best course. Everyone contributed their own opinion and Buffy was receptive to their
insight. As the afternoon became early evening they had a clear plan of action. All their moves
would be carefully coordinated to its outmost efficiency. At last they were done and ready for
the fray. As the group picked up their weapons and assembled in the courtyard the Slayer
cleared her throat and asked for everyone's attention.
The cool night air accentuated her words and the group listened carefully knowing that the
Slayer spoke true.
This is my calling...my role in life and I've always accepted it but I didn't really understand it
until you taught it to me. For that and for your loyalty I am deeply grateful. I've made
mistakes...lots of them actually. My pride has cost me the love of my life but risk and danger is
what my life is all about. It shouldn't be yours. The Master's army is strong and they have
proved to be more prepared than us but now I feel that we have a chance to rid Sunnydale of
their infestation. Yet in reality the odds are heavily against us. So right now you have to make a
choice knowing that some of our actions…come around with horrible outcomes and I can't
promise you that you will be safe. I won't blame if anyone chooses to stay. After all it is your
life and your decision anyway" She finished and waited.
No one said anything for the longest time until Giles broke the silence "As you said some of our
actions just may come with terrible consequences. And we are well aware of what these could
be, but we choose to take action anyway. This is our town Buffy and we earned the chance to
fight for it"
The Slayer nodded satisfied and a deeply seated admiration shone through her moistened eyes.
Wordlessly she let the way out of the courtyard and into the Sunnydale streets.
###################################
Her heels clicked on the stone staircase as she made her way down towards the basement prison.
Willow murmured a fast light spell and the area around the cage glowed. The vampiress licked
her lips at the delicious sight before her.
He was curled in a fetal position with his arms around his drawn knees. The once ashy blonde
hair was splattered with his own blood and sticky with sweat. His beautiful eyes were swollen
shut and his face was a mass of deep purple/black bruises that Willow found very attractive.
As per usual he was heavily secured but Willow knew that he could no longer walk as she had
broken both legs and fractured the spine. It was a little extreme but he'd gotten her angry after
trying to kick her. After that he never again tried to attack her.
It had been quite a task trying to overcome the vampire's strong will. He was spirited and
obstinate and too much in love with the Slayer to ever consider betraying her. Over the course
of six weeks Willow had chipped at Spike's will just as she'd done his body. The combination
of the physical and emotional torture had finally defeated the cocky vamp.
She ought to congratulate herself she'd beaten William the Bloody at his own game and she
didn't even have to use railroad spikes.
With a flick of her wrist the cage door opened and she stepped inside and walked towards him.
He was still unconscious when she got to him. Willow knelt before her victim and ran her index
nail across his left cheekbone.
"Hey baby...the party's not over yet"
Spike's eyes were blackened slits but he was awake. There was fear and maybe...resignation in
the blue orbs. Willow smiled.
"That's right sweet. I own you and nothing is gonna stop me for doing whatever I want to you"
He remained silent as she began...
TBC
Author's note: I have a feeling that this fic is going to end on a dark note. Willow has indeed
broken Spike and he might never be the same again. The wishverse Buffy is a different sort of
woman than the regular cannon and she may do some things different. We shall see. Keep the
reviews coming and I will keep on writing.