CHAPTER NINETEEN:
Beware the scorned woman…
The young woman walked down the hallway to her room. As she passed the others in the hallway she would smile and wave giving off a friendly appearance to the others, but on the inside she was a raging torrent of emotions—hate and jealousy were the most prevalent ones, but there was also longing and desire that pulled at her. She so wanted and loved him, but he was with that other woman.
The young woman's mind raged against the unfairness of it all … how could he be with her … she was the only one that could truly love him.
Her fantasies and desires were consuming her as she thought of him. He was more than a man to her—he was a god—he was her savior.
He had saved her life three times now, she longed to tell him how she felt, but SHE was with him … That BITCH!
She recalled each of the times he had saved her life … Killing the Turok-Han and Bringers at Buffy's house … When he came roaring in and killed waves and waves of the Ubervampires and then sacrificed himself to save all of them at the Battle of the Hellmouth … The last time was when it became clear to her of how she felt for him—those demons that had wanted to rape her and that knife that had come so close to cutting her throat. He appeared suddenly making a heroic grand entrance, putting a bullet into the demon's head.
She raged inside at the unfairness of it all. She never asked for this life. It wasn't what she had been planning or dreaming of before being dragged into this world. She had been living a normal life with her parents and younger brother. She was pretty and popular in high school and doing all the things associated to being a teenager—she was happy with her life.
That had changed the night when she had sneaked out to go to a party. When she got home, she found her parents and little brother dead. The Bringers had cut the bodies up and there had been blood everywhere.
She remembered running from the house in terror and running straight into a man. He explained with his British accent, while she was in near hysterics, that he had come to protect her and take her to a safe place. Even when they arrived in Sunnydale, she still hadn't felt safe.
She was haunted in her thoughts and dreams of the image of the body of her little brother, she didn't realize how much blood a small body could hold.
It was when he made his presence known that she finally began to feel safe. His strength and power made her long for him to hold her and have him say that he loved her and that she was safe from the terrors that threatened her.
She shuddered with desire as her mind flashed images of their bodies touching each other and he taking her. The thought of sex with him excited her and it would all be possible if it wasn't for that BITCH!
That BITCH wasn't worthy of him … Faith had given up and ran away when it looked like he had died. She had heard the gossip and rumors that were going around of what Faith had done in Los Angeles—how she had whored herself out. That BITCH WHORE was not worthy of such a man such as him! She so wanted to be with Michael.
When it had looked like Michael had died at the Hellmouth, the young woman found herself crying alone in her room as the fear that he wouldn't be there to protect her almost overwhelmed her. At the time she hadn't understood her feelings for him—now everything was so much clearer.
Since his return, she worked hard to prove herself worthy of him. She had pushed herself harder to become stronger and better than all the other potentials. The other potentials were starting to look to her as an example of strength and leadership.
Yet for all that she had grown and improved, she wasn't a Slayer—she was still only a Potential. Something would have to change. If she was a Slayer, he would accept and love her like she deserved.
The young woman reached the door to her room and went in. She loved the time when she was alone, it was here where she could let her thoughts, dreams and desires go free. Out there she had to hide behind a mask—concealing her hate and contempt whenever she was around Faith.
She headed for her bed as the door closed behind her. She was thinking of getting some sleep to try and escape the pain in her heart. She was suddenly startled by a voice behind her. She was in shock as she recognized the voice—it was a voice she thought she would never hear again.
"Hi Sis, how are things?"
The young woman, still trying to overcome her shock, turned quickly to face the voice. She found herself looking upon the smiling face of her dead little brother…