I'm gonna huff, I'm gonna puff, and I'm gonna blow the white house down..hopefully while Bush is inside...'scowls'.. yes yes, that's all I'm gonna say, cus if i say what I'm thinking I'd be arrested for treason...but..just..'GRRR', I mean, he still says there are weapons of mass destruction, just cos we can't find them doesn't mean they arn't there, ...I'm thinking, kinda like just cos we can't find your brain doesn't mean it ain't there mista Bushwacker...'pulls on hair'...yes..that makes me very angry...and ppl, i would put all the names of the most wonderfullest reviewers in the world down here, and thankyou..but i'll prolly end up breaking into another Bushwacker rant. So, to the story.
No offence to those who like bushwaker, but i really don't understand you.
Buffy tried to smile in a nice way at her friends, ...kinda hard when their all looking at you like you nailed their imaginary puppies to a tree..no wait, that would be Angelus. "So, uh, how've ya been?" Can't say I'm not gonna try.
Faith, still out of it, is looking around at the Scoobies like she's stoned. Her hand drifts to the bite mark, fingers tenderly tracing the wound. She pulls her hand away, blinking stupidly at the blood on her fingers. Cordy bends down to look at her, the dark slayer is slumped on the floor, leaning her back on the counter.
"You okay Faith, cos that was seriously freaky?" Cordy asks, putting a hand on Faith's cheek, trying to get the dazed girl to make eye contact.
Willow looks like she's going to have a panic attack, she shifts her weight anxiously from foot to foot. Her eyes darting from Buffy, to the door of the library, Oz, where are you? He was supposed to be meeting them at the library, Giles had called a research meeting on some prophecy, supposedly connected to Buffy's disappearance, though he hadn't told them quite how.
She had called Oz, he said he'd be late due to band rehersal, but by her "calculations" the werewolf should have been here by now.
Giles stood tense, knowing he had to accept what he had just seen, but wanting to deny it, to disbelieve what his eyes had told him. She's a killa now Rip, ya gotta do what ya gotta do mate.(that accent is so bad)
"Buffy, I, I need you to lis-
"I don't think I'm going to be listening to you right now," Buffy cuts in, "I think your going to give me Faith and I'm gonna walk out of here. How's that sound, Ripper?" She uses the old nickname she's heard only once, knowing it gets under his skin.
Giles' eyes grow cold, he holds the cross steady and tight in his right hand, then raises his left, where the stake rests. "I can't let you do that Buffy," his voice is strained, but a fierce edge tells Buffy he's not going to hand Faith over just by words.
The Slayer Vampire's body trembles slightly, a moment of inner-turmoil, her demon and slayer fighting for control over this situation, like two magnets of the same power, completely opposing each other.
Her irises glow an interesting shade of orange(think lil' nikki) for a moment, her jaw tightning, then a wicked smile graces her lips. She takes a delibrately slow step forward, closer to Giles, but still about two arms length space from being able to touch his face.
Giles almost stops breathing as she reaches forward, her hand hovering inches from his, then she grips his hand and the crucifix, the cross bursting into flames. He glimpses the wicked grin spread across her face, glowing sinisterly in the light of the fire. He drops the crucifix to the ground, and before he can react the small slayer pulls him foward by the arm, other hand reaching to rip the stake from his fingers.
Then it's over, he's standing inches from her, wearing a face of shock and fear, as she smirks, and giggles lightly, like he can always remember her doing, When she was alive. He can feel his chest constrict painfully at the thought.
Buffy's sees him wince, and her face seems to take on a sad expression, she reaches up to touch his face, stake still in her other hand, "Giles, I'm not going to hurt you, but I know you can't trust me now, not with what I am. And I understand why you won't let me take Faith," her eyes flicker to the fallen girl, still looking dazedly around the room, "Infact that really is prolly for the best," she looks down, "considering what just happened and all," her eyes locking with his now, "I'm not sure I can really trust myself right now, I'm not sure what I want," her voice taking on a bit of an edge, "But I'm not gonna let you-
She hears the doors creak and turns her head, but it's too late, the tranq. dart is already immbedding in her shoulder, her eyes lock with Oz's, "You salty dog," she falls, Giles' strong arms catching her before she hits the floor.
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"So what should we do, I mean, Buffy's all grrr, and fang-ness now, well, actually she's kinda sleeping now but, she was, with the grrr and, and the fangs," Willow holds her hand up to her mouth, pointing her index and middle finger down like fangs, "and she bit Faith. And if I'm seeing corretly, which I think I am, there was groping, going on there." The red head now points wide eyed to the sleeping Buffy, to the still dazed Faith, who has her knees to her chest, sitting on the floor leaning against the counter.
The gang of Scoobies is sitting around the table at the library, Buffy locked in the cage, though their not sure if it will hold her when she wakes up.
Apperenty Oz had seen the vamping and crucifix pointing through the library door, and ran to get the tranq. gun he had borrowed out of the his van. His cousin had come to visit, and it's use had been necessary.
Now he sat, next to Willow, holding the stressed witch-in-training's hand, hoping they would find a solution before things got really ugly.
"And Giles, you knew! I mean you knew Buffy was a vamp, or could be a vamp, or you suspected she was a vamp!" Willow rushes into the accusations, her panic meter blinking red, "Cos you! Got the crosses and were all like 'Go in the cage!' and all comandy, but you didn't tell us that and, and.. How'd you know?"
The witch finally stops to breathe, a confused, and slightly hurt expression on her face. Her dark green eyes still shimmering with unshed tears. She looks at Giles, waiting for an answer.
He stands leaning against the counter, he takes his glasses off, removing a cloth from his pocket, and begins cleaning them, "I got a call from Joyce earlier, she was very distraught. It would seem she got a call from the mourge, they informed her they had recieved Buffy's body, and of it having been..shall we say, 'misplaced'." He puts his glasses back on his face, "I figured that on the hellmouth, it was likely Buffy had been turned." he finished his explanation.
Xander's eyes flash, as he stands from the chair he had been seated in next to Cordelia, "And you didn't think that telling us might be a good idea!" he yells at Giles, his temper flaring.
The Watcher regards him cooly, "I thought it best you not know until we had all the facts."
The tension in the room is thick enough you could cut it with a knife. Everyone on edge, waiting for the next move.
"BOO!"
Everyone jumps, both Cordy and Willow..(as well as Xander, shhh) let loose girly screams, as the all look to the book cage.
Where Buffy is on the floor, laughing so hard she looks like her eyes are going to pop out of her head. "OH my GOD,hahehahOh MY GOD,heheHAHA, you shouldHhehe, seeehehen the looks on your faces!" she runs out of breath near the end, barely squeaking the last of the sentence out.
Willow has her hand over her heart, her eyes comically wide. Oz looks at her, "You need to breathe now." She sucks in a breath and nods her head enthusiastically.
Giles has moved infront of the cage, still a good four feet away mind you. His expression is all buisness. He observes Buffy's laughing, wondering over what she had said to him, What did it mean?, she had said she wasn't going to hurt him. Was she going to try and play it off like she wasn't evil? But that wasn't possible, she didn't have a soul.
Buffy tried to reign in her giggles, she had just about made everyone in the room, excluding Faith, piss themselves. At the thought of the other slayer Buffy sobers. Rolling onto her stomach, she looks at the girl resting against the counter. Buffy thinks she looks kinda like a lost little girl, seperated from her mommy. And what a tastey little girl she is.. The thought enters unbidden into the vampire's mind. She can't help it, such is the nature of her Demon.
She puts her palms on the floor, like she were doing push ups, and does just that, pushing against the floor with enough force to lift herself into a standing position. She grins at her own show of power and control over the newly recharged body, Slayer's blood is rather reguvinating. Mabye I should ask Giles about the whole throwing up and getting weak thing, she looks at Giles, or not, noting the expression he was wearing.
Great, he's looking at me like I'm some kind of lab rat. I really just want to get out of here, Buffy mentally whines. "Giles, you don't think mabye you could let me out of here do ya?" she questions, putting on a hopefull puppy look.
Giles looks coldly at Buffy, though inside he's thinking, Not the puppy eyes, not the puppy eyes, anything but the puppy dog eyes.
Xander glares, "Why should we Buff, so you can bite us like you did Faith, or better yet, kill us all," he growls the last out, glaring at Buffy.
Cordelia then scowls at him, "Mabye we should give her a chance, it's pretty much a big duh she could have killed us all by now. I mean, did you not see the flaming cross, or her taking away the stake, and then she tried to have a decent conversation and she gets shot with a sleepy dart,"
Giles cuts in, rubbing his temples "Good point Cordelia, and it's traqualizer dart, not sleepy dart.", he says it like he has explained it way to many times.
"Yeah well, you right about the 'coulda killed ya all by now', and that whole part where I don't," Buffy pauses, smiling like she knows it all, "Let's just say your survival rate is dropping the longer I'm stuck in this cage,..and oh, if you make me break the cage..I'm so not paying for it to get fixed, infact I think I'd leave Giles alive just to watch him explain it to Snyder," she giggles think of the Rat-man finding the cage in shreds.
Giles looks at her, "I'm not letting you out," part of him just wanted to see the power his slayer would now have in her posession, She's not your Slaya anymore, Rupe.
The small blonde grins, putting her hands above her head, then trailing them along the mesh, before putting her fingers between the wire bars, then leans into the mesh door, leering at him, "I guess I'm just gonna have to do it myself then."
She chuckles, before ripping the door from it's frame.
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tigris-paw, she was looking in the mirorr above the sink, sorry i made that confusing, i realized that after i read it, thanx for pointing it out, but i'm to lazy to go fix it.
and ppl, theres prolly gonna be a break between this chapter and the next, i have things that need done, that lately i've been spending way too much time wondering what i'm gonna write in here, instead of doing. so it might be a week or so unless i have a sudden bout of inspiration, till then, bye ...