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Title: The Prices We Pay: Chapter 5
Author: Paradigm Shifter
Feedback: While it will get done (eventually) anyway, let me know if you like it, hmm?
Rating: Yeah, you guessed it: R
Notes: I'm trying to patch holes, but as fast as one is filled, three more appear…
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"Giles, we might have a problem." Xander stood in the entrance to the library, panting hard. He had after all, run, not from just his house to school, but from a large mansion the other side of town to school. He hadn't mentioned the fact that he was going to talk to Giles about Darla. If she was a Slayer, he didn't want to piss her off any more than necessary. The fact that he was incredibly attractive, and obviously attracted to him didn't make the situation any easier.
Indeed he didn't really want to go to school today, but he felt he had to just to inform them that after Buffy's death a new slayer had been called despite her resuscitation. Nevertheless, two slayers would prove to be a great asset for all of Sunnydale.
There was however, the slight problem of, well; her skin was damned cold. The attraction factor between the two stopped Xander from making a point of this.
"What is the problem, Xander?" Asked Giles as he stepped out of the stacks.
"Well, we seem to have another slayer on our hands."
"What you mean, a new slayer?" Asked Giles confused.
"Giles, walking home last night I nearly died when a vampire attacked me, but this incredibly attractive blonde stepped out of nowhere and dusted him. She said she was a Slayer."
"A new Slayer? Do you think she was called because Buffy died?"
"Possibly. But my parents also..." Xander trailed off, embarrassed. He never told anyone about his family problems.
"Okay, Xander. I'll do some research into this, and get back to you and group tomorrow." Giles turned away, and headed back into the stacks. Just as he reached them, he turned back to Xander. "Haven't you got a lesson to be getting to?"
Xander nodded and pulled a face. "Yes I have."
The rest of the day went very slowly for Xander…
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That evening, Xander sat in Darla's living room. The blonde beauty herself sat opposite him, in a high backed leather chair, apparently reading a book, while in actuality staring at Xander's face.
Darla was sure, that unless she turned Xander quickly, something bad would happen and it would ruin all of her work. She needed Xander, and it was getting worse.
Xander himself was trying to watch TV, and failing miserably. He spent most of the evening watching Darla thoughtfully, and looking away when she looked in his direction. Living in the same house is someone that attractive, but not just attractive, that beautiful was getting to be real hell, and it had only been a few hours really. If he didn't do something soon, he would either go mad, or end up jumping her in the middle of the night. It wasn't as if she wasn't inviting it, with the way she strutted around in barely any clothing at all, usually just bra and panties. And sleeping in the same bed was absolute torture. But that torture was beautiful, just like her.
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Giles was flicking through one of the old tomes hidden in the book cage in the library for the fifth time. Xander had mentioned something about a new Slayer, and Giles was interested in how that could be. The only reasonable explanation that he could come up with is that, while Buffy died, and that had completed the prophecy enough to free the master, it had also called the next Slayer, who would have been far too late to stop the Master's plans as she would have to come all the way from where ever she was, be it America, Britain or any other country in the world.
Yes, Buffy's dying caused the calling of the next Slayer, but when Xander resuscitated her, the call of the next Slayer would not stop unless she died. And that would call the next. It now appeared that the council would permanently have two Slayers on its hands…
"Incredible…" mouthed Giles almost silently as he flicked through, reading every word, poring over the book until he knew almost every word by heart…
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Darla watched Xander get changed. Fighting the little growl she wanted to make, she approached him from behind.
She sidled up to him, wrapping cold hands around his body, pulling him backwards to her. Lovely; so handsome. I must have him…
Her thoughts were broken by Xander's voice. "Oh… Darla… your hands are so cold…"
"I know… I've just washed them…" She leaned he head on his back, and suckled gently on his shoulder. Not enough to awake the demon, but enough to make her believe she could actually be feeding from him.
"Mmm…" the unconscious moan of pleasure from Xander sent a shock of lust through her.
"Come warm me up, Xander?" She needed him, now, damn it.
As soon as the words left her mouth, Darla realised that Xander would pull away. He did not disappoint her. "Uh… Darla… I… I don't know…"
She held him closer again. "We sleep in the same bed anyway, Xan…"
The nickname Willow had given him cut through the fog of her presence. Brought him back to reality. "Yeah… but…" he shot away from her, grabbing a blanket and a pillow. "I'll sleep somewhere else tonight."
Darla watched with disappointment as he rushed out of the door. "Ooo… that boy is so frustratingly gallant it's driving me insane…" she lay down on the bed and prepared for a cold night without her self-powered hot water bottle.
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This is pretty much it right now. More will come when other stories I have are finished. That could be a long time…