For Good or Bad, The Memories Remain.
Chapter 9
Disclaimer- I don't still own Buffy and crew, I just use them in my writing, just for fun, never for profit "Cause that's wrong!"
Spoilers- mid 4th season then everything takes a left turn off the charted path
Rating- May get to R eventually
The weather had worsened. Lightning crashed all around. The thunder was deafening. The downpour continued. Buffy led them to one of the lesser used cemeteries in town. The smell of ozone filled the air. As they got closer to the cemetery, they could see several trees had been ravaged by lightning. The rain came down in buckets. Visibility was virtually non existent yet Buffy led them unerringly to a particular grave under an ancient elm tree, the tombstone's worn inscription unreadable in the gloom. In the relative shelter of the tree's spreading branches, Buffy began to dig near the headstone.
Xander's curiosity couldn't take it any more,
"Ah Buffy, I think there are enough people digging themselves up around here without you looking to help out."
"Don't worry, just something I squirreled away for a rainy day" She looks up at Xander with a bit of a grin as she continues to dig.
Tara and Xander look nervously around, keeping an eye out for vamps and such while Buffy continues to excavate.
After several minutes, Buffy appears to have found what she was after. She pulls a small footlocker from the hole. Upon opening the box, Buffy began shoving several of the items inside into her pockets. Xander saw several sets of papers, a wallet, some keys, and a few other things he couldn't identify be transferred to Buffy's pockets. She also pulled Angel's ring off her finger and threw it in the box, replacing it with a larger crest type ring from the box.
Lightning crashed in the distance, sending another charge through the air, tingling across their skin. One of the last things she pulled from the box was a long knife or small sword, about as long as her arm. She looked at it for a moment, tested its edge and returned it to its scabbard, which she then strapped it in place to put the handle in the small of her back.
"Buffy, wouldn't a stake be better for Vamps?"
"Yeah, but this works for most everything else, and if you cut a vamp's arms and legs off, they don't get away when you leave them out for a suntan." She said in a voice almost as cold as her smile.
Meanwhile Tara was backing slowly away fro the pit, eyeing the sword carefully. She was sure that there were some serious magic in that blade. It made her skin crawl. She could almost see it covered in blood and fury. It had been quenched in the blood of countless demons, bringing them to their final end. Buffy handled it as casually as a dinner fork. Maybe she couldn't feel it. But she doubted it.
"Tara, Xander, let's go." Buffy stood from filling in the hole.
Xander was reminded of Faith's recent possession of Buffy in the way Buffy now moved, more predatory, but Faith was raw power on the move, whereas Buffy seemed to be more refined but no less powerful. The look in Buffy's eyes when she didn't realize Xander was looking was one of pain and sadness. 'Why do all the people I care about end up hurt?' he asked himself as he fell in beside Buffy, his long legs allowing a slight hope of keeping up with the Slayers pace.
Tara made sure she was slightly behind Buffy and Xander, more the better to keep an eye on the Slayer. So many things are different with her that Tara was a bit worried about maybe another possession except that Buffy's Aura was still at flow with her body, unlike when Faith switched. But the Aura was changed, much thicker, more powerful. She didn't know what memories she had suppressed, but if their return had such a remarkable change for Buffy, what would all of it do to the sweet, gentle redhead she loved?
To Be Continued
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