AN – This chapter is based loosely around the Supernatural episode 'Hell House'.
Hell House
Kennedy let herself into the little house that she and Willow shared, shutting the door behind her and shedding her jacket with a sigh. "Baby?" she called. "You home?"
"Up here," came Willow's reply, from somewhere upstairs.
Smiling at the sound of her voice, Kennedy took the stairs two at a time, pausing when she reached their bedroom doorway. "Hey," she said softly, kicking off her boots and joining Willow on the bed.
Willow lowered the book she was reading and cocked her head. "Are you okay? You look worried."
"I'm fine."
"Really?" Willow looked doubtful.
"I don't know. I guess not. I just keep thinking."
"About what?"
"Shouldn't we have been attacked by now? Not that I'm looking for a big fight or anything – for once, anyway – but Sam killed that demon girl. Shouldn't the other demons be on some kind of vengeance kick? They've gotta be pretty pissed, right? She was one of their big guns."
Willow bit her lip. "Yeah, I've been thinking along the same lines. I mentioned it to John and Giles earlier today and they seem to think that the demon with the yellow eyes is planning something bigger."
"So he'd be too busy to get revenge?"
"That's what we're thinking."
"In a way, that makes what's coming seem even worse."
"It does."
Kennedy shivered, and then shook her head. She wasn't scared. She didn't do scared. "So where did Faith and Sam and Dean go, anyway? I saw them driving off this morning. And Vi said that she head them mention that they'd be away for a couple of days."
"Oh, well everyone is all with the tenseness and the angst, and Faith seems to be dealing with the situation a whole lot worse since the Meg thing. Sam thought it'd be a good idea to get her out of town for a day or two. Get some space, you know? They went off to investigate some haunted house somewhere."
"What a pair of geeks," Faith expressed, snorting as she and Sam discussed Harry Spangler and Ed Zeddmore while they browsed the library. "Professional Paranormal Investigators my ass."
"I just hope they don't get in our way," Sam replied. As they continued to research, he noticed that Faith kept on shooting him little glances out of the corner of her eye. She'd been doing it ever since he'd saved her from Meg, and it left him puzzled. "What?"
"What what?"
"You keep looking at me."
If he wasn't mistaken, he was sure that Faith actually...blushed. "No I don't," she denied quickly.
"Okay." He was pretty sure he was never going to understand her. He stood up and began to move away, pausing when Faith got up to follow him. "What are you doing?"
She looked at him like he was stupid. "I'm not supposed to leave you alone. Big evil demon wants you, remember?"
"Yeah, but I'm just going to the toilet. I have to take a leak."
"Oh." She stepped back. "I guess you can do that on your own."
"No kidding." He rolled his eyes and headed towards the toilets. This never being left alone thing was wearing pretty thin.
He peed, and was just about to put himself away when his arm was grabbed and he was harshly yanked back and pressed up against the far wall. "Hey, Sam," said a low voice in his ear.
Sam went cold all over. "Buffy?"
"If that's what you want to call me. I prefer...slayer." She whispered the last word slowly, seductively. He opened his mouth but she shoved him harder against the wall. "Don't be thinking about doing what I know you're thinking about doing. If you call Faith in here, I'll make sure to kill her. Extra hard and extra painful."
"You wouldn't do that," he protested, wincing at her grip.
"The Buffy you knew wouldn't do that. Don't make the mistake of thinking I'm her."
"Okay, okay. I won't call her, I promise. But, uh...I'm kind of hanging out here..."
Her grip on him lessened a fraction. "What?"
"I'm sort of still hanging out of my pants." He blushed a beetroot red. "I was peeing..."
A wide grin spread across her face, and with a chuckle, she let him go and stepped back. A pair of unashamed eyes watched him as he tucked himself back in. "Nice."
His blush deepened even further, and he quickly reached for the dagger he kept hidden under his shirt. It wasn't there. When he looked up, Buffy was twirling it around her fingers, casually. "Why are you here?"
"I'm not here to kill you, if that's what you're worried about. Although I gotta tell you, if father hadn't of forbid it, I'd be ripping your intestines out right now for what you did to my sister."
"When we get the real Buffy back, she'll be glad. I want to speak to her."
"Who?"
"The real Buffy."
"Honey, I am the real Buffy."
"I mean the one you have trapped in there."
She tutted and crossed her arms. "You mean the stupid, weaker, human version of myself. Oh Sammy, she's gone for good now."
"I don't believe you."
"I don't really care what you believe. I'm here for a reason, and that's not to answer your stupid questions."
"Then what is the reason?"
"I want you to meet me in three days time, on Sunday, at midnight. At the very centre of Kimbrough forest."
"Kimbrough forest...That's where we killed Hatoss."
"Yes. Poetic, really."
"And what if I don't? What if I don't meet you?"
"Then I'll kill everyone you love. And when I've finished with them – 'cause really, not that long a list – I'll just start killing everyone else. And I've refrained from killing anyone in this body so far...do you really want to taint your precious Buffy?"
"No, don't kill anyone! I'll...I'll meet you."
"I knew you would. And make sure you're alone, 'kay?"
"Will you at least tell me why I have to meet you? Why can't you do whatever it is you have planned here and now?"
"Because it's time you joined the family, little brother, and everything must be timed right."
And then she was gone.
"So why does it have to be in three days?" Buffy asked the yellow eyed demon, once she had returned. "Is Sunday some kind of special magical day or something?"
"No. Sunday is the full moon."
"Oh. Is the full moon important for the spell."
"Nah," he answered, shrugging. "I just like the way it makes the sky glow."
"So...what do we do now?" Sam questioned, once he had relayed what had happened to Faith and Dean.
Dean blew out a long whistle and sat back in his chair. "Now we finish up this job, and get the hell back to Cleveland to prepare for Sunday."
