Hopefully this chapter will answer some of the Willow/Xander/Faith coupling questions without going into too much detail. And once again Review, the Shadow demands it! Oh let's try and get it over the hundred mark, please.

Twice Lucky

Boca Del Inferno

Chapter 10: Fight or Flight

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Willow didn't know what to think; she was sitting completely butt naked, in bed, between Xander and Faith. The brown-haired girl already had amply breasts and a lush, full figure that she more than enjoyed. Even Xander looked fully-grown, his member was quite long. She didn't know. She was confused; on the one hand, she had fallen for Xander. His body looked good and he looked after her, buying her nice things and talking softly to her. Sometimes, he would talk romantically, and other times, he would talk dirtily, saying things that made her blush to her roots.

After their first session together, she had done a little bit of research and found this to be a common practice. They were what was known as a polyamorous couple. She and Xander could go with whomever they wanted, but her heart would belong with his. And now, it appeared that her heart belonged to Faith as well. Faith had been reluctant at first to do anything with her, but after a little coaxing from her boyfriend, and his hand sliding hers into areas that made Faith moan loudly, the Potential had given up and simply enjoyed it.

She also hadn't realised how dirty she could be, which Willow found was fun.

She also thought about other things: the loss of Xander's home, the one built by the Watchers Council and the change in Xander's behaviour. Slowly, over the last year, the boy had changed and grown into something resembling a man. He'd taken her and changed her as well, not just physically from the exercising, but also mentally, on life in general. She now had goals to achieve and this, more than anything, pleased her. She liked the new Xander.

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For the next month, there was complete silence from the Order of Taraka. Nothing, zip, zero, bupkiss. Xander was growing more frustrated and paranoid, as he was certain that they were watching the group's every move.

Work had now finished on the house, three up and down. His parents had been informed of the existence of the underworld and were insured their protection. The house now had several powerful magical wards up that would stop vampires and other various monsters from attacking it. Faith and Diana were to stay there with Xander and his folks. Xander was also now under the employment of the Watchers Council.

Two months after the first attack, the order struck again, this time, directly taking on the Slayer, in full force. Fortunately, Xander had prepared and had both Angel and Illyria watching the petite, former cheerleader.

Five vampires lunged at Buffy, each of them holding a sword and a dagger. The Slayer was able to stop one of them with a punch and kick combo, but the group as a whole was too much. Fortunately, at this point, the blue-haired demon quite literally dropped out of the sky and landed in the middle of the group.

Illyria wasted no time in her attack. She grabbed the vampire that was accosting the Slayer by the hair and threw him into one of the approaching vampires. She then ran her fist through one who was running toward her, bellowing with rage. He covered her in dust.

She turned around and went for the others. She flipped in the air and landed squarely on her feet, sweeping the other's feet from under him. This was fun, it was like fighting the other half-breed, Spike. At least these ones she could kill without incurring Wesley, or Angel's, wrath. She plunged her hand into another and another, leaving only one left. Xander, once again, had been explicit in his orders.

One was to remain…

The beaten vampire looked up at her with a mixture of amazement and admiration.

"Go now, tell the Master 'Illyria, God king defeated you…'"

The vampire nodded and got up with a wince, bowed as a sign of respected and left with a limp, cradling his arm in pain.

"Come," Illyria said to Buffy. "We have much to discuss."

The Master was incredibly angry. He did not shout or scream or throw a rage. No, he was too old for that. The servant had come back, barely alive, and been forced to take his own life. This, he had done with a sword that Luke had gotten from a Japanese warrior, so long ago.

He knew that sooner or later, the Slayer would discover his plans and attempt to thwart them. What he needed to do was discover a way for him to be able to break out of his cell and take over this pathetic little town. The Master pondered his next plan of action… perhaps he would contact Spike. The arrogant, white-haired vampire, sired by Drusilla, was always up for a fight. Yes, Spike would be the perfect little distraction he needed.

"Luke, you will contact William and bring him here…" The Master smiled again, "It turns out, I have a use for him, after all."

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Once again, things had fallen silent in Sunnydale. The most recent little spat between good and evil was over. Xander let out a sigh of relief as he realised that they had been let off the hook rather easily. It could have gone the other way; he could've been killed in the explosion, Faith could've been turned and Buffy's head could've been on a pike in the Master's lair.

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Xander wasn't the only one who noted the changes happening to the timeline. One of the members of the Circle of the Thorn sat back and wheezed. The red-skinned demon sighed; someone had definitely been messing with the timeline, a powerful spell had breached the temporal vortex. It was one of two things, A: going back in time, or B: sliding into a different universe. He'd have to look into it and see if it was a threat to the Order.

Only time would tell… for the moment, Cyvus Vail would wait and see what transpired. He watched on his little globe as events unfolded around the world. Sunnydale, the Hellmouth - the largest of its kind - held particular interest to him.

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"Suweat."

Giles was in complete agreement. The house was perfect. The three lower levels were designed specifically for the Slayer and their allies. On the third level, Xander had everything he needed to make stakes and other weapons, he had counters and, hell, even had a saw down there. The second level was for fitness. Weapons lined the room and a punching bag hung in the middle. The first level was for food, entertainment and storage. A large, plasma screen TV sat on the wall and a computer with Internet connection, and every contraption dreamed of, dominated the other wall. Willow had practically dribbled when she saw it.

The three levels above were designed for living. The first level had a large living room with expensive furniture; the kitchen was modern and stocked up with everything they needed, including lots of herbs that Giles could use to make potions, should they need it. They even had a cauldron. He grinned when he saw that.

The second level was Diana, Faith and Xander's, although Faith and Xander shared the same room, and the third level was for Xander's parents. Both drunks were delighted.

Xander used the money from the Watchers Council to immediately go out and by some much needed clothes, getting himself a suit and some fairly fashionable clothes. He was definitely moving up in the world.

Faith also went shopping for him. He got her measurements and bought her, and Willow, a couple of nice dresses. Willow had squealed and had fallen in love with the red dress that was far too revealing. She'd put it on and given Xander a nice show. Faith had done the same thing.

Diana, who had been watching her potential for any signs of regression, had been pleased by this change. Xander had been good to her and had looked after her, both mentally and physically. Faith had someone she could fall back on and truly trust, for the first time in her life. Faith and Xander had a lot in common: Both had come from abusive parents, and both had a crappy lifestyle, tossed into a world they didn't fully understand.

Most went nuts or died. These two revelled in it.

Diana had applied for a job at Sunnydale High and had been accepted without question, her enthusiasm more than welcome. She taught proper English to a bunch of children who weren't really interested. It didn't bother her, as she was used to dealing with difficult kids. She was surprised, though, by the amount of strange deaths.

There had been that incident on the school trip - the sudden disappearance of a brunette that no one really knew about, and the decapitation of Ms French, the substitute. Sadly, she, nor Giles, had been able to find out what truly happened. And, although she was certain it had something to do with Xander, she had no proof. There was also the poisoning of the school cook, the rather large woman dying when she'd tried one of her soups. The authorities found rat poison in it.

Diana had cringed when she'd heard about that.

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Xander had had an interesting month. Since the completion of the house and the new laptop he'd bought and modified, he'd been able to put a few of his plans into place. The deaths of several teachers, including the swimming team coach and the cook, had been difficult, but successful. He was certain that the two Watchers were at least suspicious of him, but had no proof.

He was lucky enough to catch Ms French, off guard. He'd had to plan that one very carefully, so as not to attract her attention. He'd gotten Illyria to get him a sword and, when she'd inquired about why she couldn't kill it, he'd simply stated 'revenge.' The demon had nodded in understanding; revenge was something she knew well. This time around, Ms French hadn't gone for him, due to the fact that he wasn't a virgin; he had used that to his advantage.

He'd talked to Illyria and had gone over Giles' library, with the Watcher present. The demon king had been able to detect several books that had had evils spirits bound to them. One that he'd told Illyria about was Moloc.

The demon had handed it over to Giles, who had performed a magic spell on it and had nearly shit himself. The Watcher had then put it in with the others in the to-be-destroyed pile. Xander had been smiling for days after that.

It was only after Willow had given him the heads up about the Zoo that he'd decided to break into the local army base. Illyria had definitely been a major asset there. The demon cloaked them, allowing them to move around freely while Xander took what he needed. There was now everything from grenades to a full-blown rocket launcher sitting in the third level. He had guns of all varieties, including the advanced P90, to several 9mm guns with silencers. He'd also taken materials as well, including armoured vests and other pieces of uniform and bags that the army had. Showing all of this to Willow, he asked her what could she do?

Given time, he was certain she could create something they could use, maybe some sort of armour or suit or something. Anything that could stop them from getting killed.