OF THEIR PAST
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Note1- Thank you to :
Lost-little-one: here's the update, and faster then the last one as well.
Catlimere: You know it's spooky how right you are. You always seem to question and comment on the right things. Here's a little Buffy-Wesley scene for you and if you like my Wesley you should check out my profile for 'The Getting of Vengeance' it's a little Lilah-Wes story I wrote.
Note2- Okay here's the thing this puppy has become longer then I thought it would. I thought that chapter 8 would have revealed the big surprise and yet we have at least three more chapters before it's revealed so I hope you'll stick with me till the big finale. Also I'm on holiday's in 2 weeks so regular updates will be appearing soon.
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Chapter 8
Buffy paced around Giles' living room, her movements agitated and jerky. She played with her necklace as she paced, head down to hide the battle being conducted in her soul. The anger was winning; it was slowly consuming her. Buffy bit back a sob; she had been fighting the 'forces of darkness' for years, she had come up against the ugliest and evilest creatures the Hellmouth could throw at her, she used to dealing with darkness. So why couldn't she over come the darkness that was invading her now, twisting her thoughts, tainting her emotions.
Buffy gasped as a hand came to rest on her shoulder; the darkness retreated, it was still there but it was no longer crawling forth to consume her very being. She looked up at Wesley and smiled gratefully at him. He squeezed her shoulder and let go, turning to assist Giles and Xander's friends with setting up the ritual. As soon as Wesley lifted his hand the anger leapt forward, trying to establish dominance in the Slayer. Buffy darted forward and grabbed Wesley's hand and exhaled with relief as she felt her balance return.
Wesley looked down at her, questions reflected clearly in his eyes. Buffy blushed lightly and lowered her head. "Please don't let go. I don't know how long I can keep it back, keep it from consuming me." Buffy looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. "Please."
Without saying a word Wesley nodded and led her to an oversized armchair. He sat first, scrunching over to give Buffy room. Gratefully Buffy snuggled into his side, laying her head on his chest and closing her eyes with a sigh of relief. Wesley rested his cheek on her the top of her head; ignoring the curious looks Giles was giving them. He looked over at the couch, where Cordy and Angel were resting. Angel looked back at him through pain-hazed eyes; he nodded approvingly and turned back to watching Cordy as she twitched in pain and tried to hide it from Conner.
Conner, who had awoken from his nap, was playing with some of his toys under Cordy's fiercely maternal gaze. He held up a stuffed bear that had been a birthday present from Gunn and said, "Lookit Mama. Lookit, bear."
Cordy smiled down at him. She reached down to smooth a curl off his face. "I see it Baby boy, I see it."
Conner beamed up at her and, with the attention span that only a toddler can have, dropped the bear in favour of a toy truck. He pushed it along the floor, making the appropriate noises as he drove it around Giles's rug.
Buffy watched the scene with lidded eyes, as Wesley absently rubbed her back. There was something comforting about this, watching Angel's family with Wesley beside her. It felt right.
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It was a strange sight that greeted those who entered the cemetery that night. A brunette and a redhead sandwiched a blonde between them. They had bitten down hard on the delicate skin of her neck, exposing that precious liquid that flowed through her body. They lapped at it like kittens given a bowl of milk.
The blood hit the back of Xander's throat and he pulled away, sickened by it. He stumbled over to a tree and emptied his stomach, spitting several times to try and remove the metallic tang from his mouth. Unsteadily he rose to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He turned and watched as Willow pulled away with a cry, only to repeat the same process that Xander had just finished.
The blonde stared at them, her hands clasped to the two bleeding wounds on her neck. Her mouth hung open and her eyes bulged; she pulled a hand away from her neck and screamed upon seeing the blood that coated it. Moving quickly Xander covered her mouth with his hand. Terrified, the woman struggled kicking out at him.
Xander hissed in annoyance, he leaned into her ear and whispered. "Are you stupid? Are trying to get yourself killed? We're not going to hurt you, but there are others out there that won't stop."
Xander released her and stepped back. With one last wide-eyed look the woman fled, not looking back. Xander sighed as he watched her clear the cemetery. He walked over to where Willow had collapsed after throwing up. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with weariness. "I'm so tired of this Xander."
He attempted his quirky grin, failing miserably, and held out his hand to help her to her feet. "Well then, lets go get it fixed."
