Willow blinked as the white light that blinded her fell away. She frowned as she stared at the empty space where the girl had just been.
What was that? Had she been hallucinating? Was this a magic thing, or a crazy thing? She quickly looked around, hoping to spot either the girl, or someone else who was as bewildered about her sudden disappearance as Willow was. The three or four people in the quad didn't seem to be paying any attention to her, and the girl was nowhere to be seen. She frowned as she felt the girl's pendant around her neck. Whoever she was there was no doubt she was a demon as one doesn't get that kind of skin from sunbathing. The red head sighed. She would have to tell Giles about this, and then Giles would have to tell Buffy about it. No doubt this would lead to another lecture with more words of warnings and disappointment from group. She tired hard to think about a way of a way to explaining what she had been talking about without actually explaining what she were talking about, but she knew it was no good. She would just have to face the music.
She was not looking forward to that.
She wandered down the corridor towards the library noting that there seemed be dressed in dark and mundane colours. But she opened the doors keen to just get this lecture over with. She saw the man in question, Rupert Giles - Watcher, adult confidant, and librarian extraordinaire and sighed not looking forward for another reprimand but she knew she had to report what happened as it was the hellmouth and anything is possible. "Hey Giles," she said out loud walking up to the table in the centre in the middle of the room causing the man to look up from his book he was reading. "Before you say anything I want to make clear that this one wasn't my fault! A person cannot be responsible for what they say 24/7. I mean if that was the case Xander wouldn't have made pass the 3rd grade! So before you get all judgemental and British about it…" she trailed off from babbling and defending herself when she noticed that the adult was frowning at her.
"I'm sorry do I know you?" The Englishman asked the red headed girl. She wasn't a face that he recognised but then again, he sometimes didn't get much chance to interact with all the students which frankly was a blessing given some of them that he had in his time here. If it hadn't been for the necessary his cover and to earn his keep, he wouldn't have chosen to work at a high school. He would much rather be amongst his peers and dusty old artifacts in the British museum than here.
"What?!" She asked him confused. "What are you talking about it's me Willow!"
Giles squinted at the girl trying to put a face to a name, but it was no use. "I'm sorry you must be a new student here. I'm Mr Giles, the librarian was there something I can help you with?" He asked putting his book to one side and standing up to offer his assistance.
He was all formal and stuffy but Giles she was familiar with was more personal. "I know who are Giles," she grounded his name. "Look if this is some sort of lesson then can we just skip it I am not in the mood." She also noted that the librarian seemed more haggard than she was used to seeing. A little less well groomed.
Well, this girl seemed pretty rude. "Very well," he said in chipped manner. "There are various textbooks located around the room. You must take out the cards out of the back, stamp them and give them to me so I can record what you have elected to take. I will naturally expect them back in pristine condition at the end of the term."
Willow was speechless. "Has there been some sort of freak event going on?! Are chair levitating off the ground?! Is the sky raining toads?! Or if this some kind of sick joke?! Giles what is going on?!" She practically screamed at the man, her voice sounding desperate. "Why don't you know who I am?!"
He looked at her warily. One can never be so careful. "I am sorry my dear but to the best of my knowledge I do not know you," he replied carefully. "I don't believe we have ever met before."
"Never met who?" a voice appeared from the doors and Willow turned and gasped. The person walking through was someone she'd never expected to see again.
"Ms Calendar?" She asked incredulously.
Standing at the doors of the library was indeed Jenny Calendar, the computer teacher staring at the girl who'd just called her name. "Yes?" She answered. "Sorry do I know you?" As she came up to Rupert and the girl who was standing before him.
Willow blinked rapidly in disbelief star. Jenny was alive, she was standing right before her, and she was alive. How was this possible? What was going on? Was she dreaming? Had she hit her head? This can't be real. Nothing made sense Giles didn't know her and Jenny was alive. She started to edge away from the pair as a cold thrill of fear ran through her at the idea that she might be losing her mind.
Mrs Calendar frowned looking with concern at the girl who was looking like she might hyperventilate. "Rupert what's going on?" she asked the man with concern.
Giles simply shook his head and shrugged. "I am afraid I am at a loss; she came into the room like this," the Englishman replied to the woman.
Willow could feel her mind going in circles, threatening to shut down under the weight of the various possibilities. Something had changed. Something had changed everything and then she stopped breathing. The girl! Her wish! "On god no!" she uttered hugging herself looking at him miserably. "I made a really big mistake, Giles," she said pitifully.
"I didn't know any of this was going to happen! I swear!" Willow babbled at the man eyes becoming puffy. "I had no idea who or what this girl was! I was just upset! With you! Buffy! And I wasn't thinking straight!"
"Mrs please!" he said loudly in a harsh tone getting her to stop causing Willow to flinch and Jenny to look disapprovingly at him. He let out a sigh as he rubbed his temple but speaking more softly. "Perhaps we should start at the beginning Mrs…" he trailed off looking at her expectingly.
"Willow," she croaked out and he nodded and gestured for her to sit down. She did, and he sat across from her along with Jenny. "What seems to be the matter, Willow?"
"It's all my fault!" Willow spoke up after gathering a deep breath to compose herself. "I wasn't thinking... I made this stupid wish... I was with this girl, and I couldn't help but vent to her and complain about difficult things have been lately and I just blurted out some stupid wish and next thing I know the girl was gone and it's changed… things," she said throwing a glance at Jenny who frowned looking back at her.
Willow's bottom lip trembled, and she looked as if she might burst into tears at any moment. It made Giles feel quite uncomfortable. "What girl?" the man asked trying to follow the girl.
"Just some girl at school," Willow explained to him. "I couldn't help but say stuff to her as she was the only one who was listening to me. You, Oz, Xander, Buffy have been so distant and lecturing me and I just couldn't take it anymore."
"Buffy," Giles's voice caught in his throat. Jenny herself felt her eye's widen at the girl who was sitting before them.
"Yes Buffy," Willow repeated. "Buffy Summers!" she repeated for confirmation. "She is the slayer, and you are her watcher!"
"Watcher?" Jenny frowned at her. "How did you know he was a watcher?"
Willow had enough of this. "I know about it all!" she snapped. "Vampires. Slayers. The Hellmouth. Watchers. Witches. Demons. Robots. Magic. Praying Mantis teachers... em... did I miss anything out."
"She knows?" Jenny asked in disbelief turning to Rupert who merely stared at the young girl in shock.
"Zabuto is going to love this," he muttered feeling a headache coming on. Something then caught his eye. "Is that yours?" he gestured to the necklace around Willow's necklace.
Willow's eyes went wide, and she quickly moved to take off the necklace like it was on fire. "Oh god she gave me that to wear!" she cried out tossing the necklace onto the middle of the table. "I was wearing that when I made the wish!" Willow told them angrily. "She tricked me that little_"
"Yes! I think we get the point," Giles spoke up interrupting the girl while peering at the pendant on the necklace. "May I ask what the wish was?"
"I wished that I never existed," Willow admitted embarrassed unable to look at the two adults.
Giles frowned looking away from the pendant to the girl. "Why would you make such a wish?"
Beside him Jenny rolled her eyes. "Have you ever been a teenager or were you always a librarian?" she asked him in a sarcastic manner. For such an intelligent man he could be so clueless sometimes.
Giles turned to her and offered her a thin smile. "Thank you," he said but even Willow could tell it wasn't serious. He turned back taking off his glasses and looked hard at the necklace studying it's pendant.
"Do you recognise it?" Jenny asked him having seen the expression on him many times.
"Possibly," he said quietly putting his glasses back on. "I will need to do some research."
Willow perked up. "Oh, good a research party. Great let's get Xander and Buffy here on the double, this is a big-time emergency." She was keen to get a research session on the go and particularly find her friends.
Jenny gave Giles a nervous look and he gave her a sad look back. "Who is this Xander you mention?" he asked her. Best start the girl off softly.
"Xander!" Willow said looking very nervous again. "Xander Harris. Brown eyes, dark hair, calls you G-Man on occasion." This was bad. Really bad.
"Xander Harris?" Mrs Calendar repeated looking puzzled before she thought to herself. "Oh, you mean Alex Harris?" Willow nodded frantically and in relief. "He doesn't go to school here anymore," the woman informed her. Willow looked shellshock and so confused. Xander didn't go to school here anymore? What was happening in this town? She wanted to know what happened to her oldest friend.
Giles cleared his throat and looked at Willow with a grave expression deciding to finally admit the whole truth. "I am afraid that there maybe other changes as well due… your circumstances. For you see Buffy Summers doesn't live here anymore. I'm afraid… Buffy Summers is dead." The haunted feeling in his answer chilled Willow to the bone.
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Rupert Giles settled down a cup of tea down to the girl before him. The curious girl hasn't spoken in twenty minutes since he had dropped the bomb shell about the demise about Buffy Summers. She seemed to be hugging herself and almost staring off into space with tears coming down freely down her face. He wished Jenny was here, but she had been forced to go off and complete her classes promising to return once the school day was finished. Jenny, his girlfriend would be much more adept at dealing with an emotional girl than he was. "Are you alright?" he asked her but then cursed himself for such a stupid question.
She sniffed while she wrung her hands nervously as she stared at them. Every so often her breath hitched in her throat, and she desperately fought the urge to cry. "I just can't believe any of this," she finally let out.
"I would imagine it is a little too much to take in," Giles stated. He noted that she hadn't touched the cup of tea he had made for her and then he remembered that tea could do many things but not bring back the dead.
"I just can't believe any of this," Willow confessed. "Like how is any of this possible? How did it happen?" She asked him. She could see the pain etched on his face as he gazed at the redhead. He wore a grim expression.
"I don't think you want to know this," he replied shifting uncomfortably.
"Please I have to know!" She demanded with more tears threatening to come. "She is my best friend. I have to know what happened to her."
He regarded her for a long moment before finally speaking up. "All she wanted was a normal life," he finally spoke up regretfully, his voice barely above a whisper. "She fought me at every turn as I tried to get her to take the matter of her calling and the danger of the hellmouth more seriously. It is strange, the Watcher's Council have us believe that a slayer is a warrior of a mystical nature. A weapon to be used against the forces of darkness but she was… just a frightened little girl."
He paused for a moment glancing at Willow who was listening to him intently and she motioned on him to continue. "There was a prophecy stating that that the Master is destined to rise, and that Buffy will die. I tried to keep this from her, tried everything in my power and books to find evidence that it was wrong, but all signs pointed it being true that is when Buffy learned the truth. To say she was upset would be an understatement as you can imagine," Giles explained to the red head who hung on her every word. "There I was a grown man, in charge of teaching and aiding this warrior and instead I was explaining to a sixteen-year-old girl that was going to die. And she did the most sensible thing… she ran away," he smiled softly. "She ran back to her father's place in Los Angeles and refused to return. The prophecy came to pass as it would seem that the Master could not rise without Buffy being there. In her own way she saved the world."
Willow took comfort in that having seen her best friend do so and more in her own reality. Giles continued explaining what happened. "But she wouldn't return. She remained there vowing never to return here and rejected her calling. So as a result, I was fired after all what kind of Watcher was I given that the slayer under my charge ran off. From what reports I heard she did everything a regular girl would do: cheerleading, chasing boys, high school… until…" he took a steadying breath. "The Watcher's council decided to take matters in their own hands." Willow looked at him in complete shock and disbelief as the man continued ashamed. "There is a Special Operations Team. One that is responsible for some of the more unsavoury aspects of the Council's work, such as interrogations, smuggling, and, if necessary… assassinations." Willow couldn't stop the tears from forming as she slumped in her chair.
After a long moment he finally spoke up. "The Master's minions continued in their attacks and violence growing increasingly violent and vicious, so it was almost a relief when Spike, a rather brutal and dangerous vampire in his own right appeared on the scene. Suddenly the Master's attention was elsewhere, and we took cover as these two bastards waged war with Sunnydale as their battlefield."
It was like she was in hell. This was hell on earth. She had caused all of this. Ruined all of this and created misery and chaos. "Please god no!" Willow lets out a sob looking at the file. "No please no! This can't be happening!"
"I am afraid it is happening my dear all of it," Giles replied. That was all it took. A simple statement and she was lost it. Maybe she wouldn't have if she wouldn't have been close to tears already but all of that had happened, and she simply couldn't hold it any longer. She cried hard and then even harder as she felt Giles's strong presence enveloped her. She pressed into him, burying her face into his shirt as she squeezed her eyes shut, causing her hot tears to soak into him. She wept against him, never noticing the uncomfortable stiffness of Giles's stance gradually slipping away as his expression turned to one of genuine concern and caring. Willow just sobbed, the heartache of losing a friend and terror of her situation in some strange new world.
She didn't know how long she cried, wasn't aware of when she put her arms around Giles's middle, clinging to him like he was a lifeline she so desperately needed. She wasn't aware when he had begun to stroke her hair comfortingly, or whisper his concern and caring in a low, soothing voice. After some time, Willow wiped her nose on her sleeve and pulled back. Her eyes stung, and Giles's shirt was wet with her tears. She looked up at him quickly, then back down. "Sorry," she said miserably.
Giles smiled at her sadly. "There's nothing to be sorry about, my dear. One cannot be expected to contain such powerful feelings forever." She nodded, staring at the floor. He hesitated but then spoke up. "I am afraid I must enquire about the place you come from. If you could explain some differences and similarities as it might help me understand what might happen to you."
"I want to see Xander," she said quickly. Or Alex or whatever he was calling himself these days. She was desperate to see someone she knew. She wondered where Oz was too. But first she would find Xander.
"Later," Giles told her. "I am sorry, but we are going to have to exchange information in order to help you. Then I promise you will be able to see your friend however I warn you… he may not be the same man you knew."
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The sun was at its peak meaning midday. Even the Master felt it buried deep underground. Trapped here as he had been for sixty years. He threw his half-drained breakfast to the floor and glared at the attending minions. "Where are my followers?" he growled at the minions in front of him. The minions glanced nervously at each other. No-one answered. "Where are they?!" he swore moving at incredible speeds and picking up an unfortunate fledgling lifting the vampire from the ground. "Tell me!"
"They are still searching for the artifact my lord!" The vampire cried out to his leader.
The Master cried out in frustration. For so long all he'd been able to do was wait, seething with impatience, as the years crept by with agonising slowness. To have come so close to victory only for a natural phenomenon such as an earthquake to derail his plans at the final moment was undoubtedly the cruellest twist of fate imaginable. "This gem I seek," he growled at the struggling vampire he was still holding. "The Gem of Amarra. It does not move, does not run, and does not hide but yet how is it that with my vast army of followers none of you can find it?!"
"We search even now my Master! It shall not be long now!" The fledging promised but the Master again let out a cry of frustration and threw the pathetic vampire to the ground before breaking a wooden touch in two and staking the vampire. The distinctive sight of a vampire being rendered back to dust was there for all to see in the craven.
"Find it or suffer the same fate as him," the Master told the remaining vampires who all quickly moved to the exit, and he turned away in disgust. The Gem of Amarra with the power to remove many a vampire's weakness was his latest hope to leave this place. Here in the ruins of this church stuck here like a cork in a bottle, unable either to fully open the Hellmouth below or to regain his place in the world above. If not for that inconvenient earthquake sixty years ago that had trapped him here, things would have been very different. Hellmouth would have open, unleashing the hordes of demon kind upon the earth, and the world would be long since become their playground once more, with himself as their Lord and Master. They would have all have bowed down before him, swear their allegiance to him, and then there would have be a feast the likes of which had never been! The humans themselves would have sated his subjects' appetites, and those who weren't eaten would have become their slaves. It would have been glorious, and it that day would still come nothing would stop him and no one would get in his way not even the likes of Spike.
The former student of Angelus was nothing more than a nuisance and a distraction in the Master's eyes. He had no regard for tradition or the old ways and was disrespectful at every turn in the Master's eyes. He was all passion and reckless emotion while the Master was about control and order. Much of his mortal life he had forgotten but what he did remember was that he had grand dreams. He could recall that his father always said that dreams would not put food on the table, and he would have to learn his trade if he wanted to survive. He could not recall the man's face as it had been so long, but he could remember the man's lessons in order and traditions. It had greatly influenced him and his own beliefs even after all these years. There would be no place for once such as Spike in his new world order. The Master would personally end his undead life and grind his foot in Spike's ashes.
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Spike took another swig from the bottle savouring the burn as the last of the tequila drained down his throat. He was studying a one of Dru's dresses that he had locked away in an old chest. She'd been so frail at the end. What blood he managed to get inside her wouldn't stay; it sieved through her paper-thin skin and stained the sheets pink. He had brought her to Sunnydale in the hope of restoring her and would have done so if the Master and his forces had not gotten in the way. They had messed up his plans and cost him his beloved. He'd locked himself in the room for three days after she'd gone, watching her dust spin and glitter in the air until the last of it vanished.
People who stood in his way not just old cockroach down in his cave but that pathetic wanker Angel and his little band of mortals who he hung around these days had gotten in the way. What a poof he had become. All become a soul had stained him from the inside. He would have just killed himself if he had one of those living inside of him. He grabbed another swing of the healing draft down his throat. God, he missed her. There'd never been anything like his ripe wicked plum in the world, and there never would be again. That bat-faced freak will pay for her loss; then he'll kill himself a third Slayer and make himself king of the Hellmouth.
His supernatural ears perked up as he heard the sounds of his new mate awaking. No doubt she would appreciate his morning treat. She would never be Dru, but she would do for now. He couldn't stand to be alone… he had spent too many days alone. He closed the chest closing his eyes as he did before he made his way to see how his new bedfellow would like his present.
It was the scent that she first noticed.
The scent that reached her nostrils and a rhythmic thumping sound. She turned towards the sound and found a young woman bound and gagged in the corner. She could smell a wonderful scent coming from the girl. She felt her face change. The girl moaned and screamed in her gag as she watched Cordelia Chase's face change from normal to that of a monster. If the girl was familiar with vampires and the supernatural, she might have recognised that fact that even undead Cordelia was one of the most beautiful vampires one was likely to see. The demonic face with its slightly ridged brow, deep golden eyes and pearly fangs seemed to enhance rather than hide her features.
The girl tried to back away from Cordelia, and Cordy could hear the girl's heart pound in her chest. The scent became stronger, and the vampire recognised it was fear. She could smell the girl's fear coming off her in waves. As always it was a welcome scent and one that intoxicated her, she kneeled down in front of her prey. "Your fear smells delicious," she said perky as she ran her fingers through the girl's hair. "Shall we see what other emotions smell this good?" She asked brightly as if she was asking what shade of lipstick the girl was wearing. Cordelia's fingers then tangled in the girl's hair before she made a fist, twisting her prey's hair. The girl cried out around her gag in pain. Cordy's eyes lit up as they always did at this stage. "Pain!" she moaned. "Pain always smells even better..." She yanked the girl by the hair, she fell over. Cordelia stood up and proceeded to kick the girl in the stomach. The girl gagged, and Cordelia kicked her again. Then she yanked her prey up by the hair punching her several times before exposing her throat.
Cordelia sank her fangs deep into the girl's throat. She drank her life's blood greedily. The rich, coppery liquid scorched her cold throat, empowering her. Before she even realized it, the girl had stopped struggling and she could no longer pull the blood out. She dropped the sack of meat to the ground. She licked her lips in the hopes that there was some of the sweet blood on her lips.
She looked up when she saw her sire enter the room. Spike aka William the bloody smiled at the sight of his mate clearly having fed on the girl he had left earlier. He noted that she must have been hungry as she had not gone into her closest and used any of her torture tools such an aluminium baseball bat, various knifes, knuckle dusters and a few bullwhips she was known to keep in salt. She had kept all her favourite devices in what Spike affectionately dubbed as Cordy's 'Toy Chest.'
She happened to glance down at herself. "Oh Fuck, that little bitch got blood on my new leather mini skirt."
Spike smiled at Cordelia and inspected her skirt. "Oh, you'll be fine pet," he announced as he wiped his finger along the blood sopping it up and bringing to his mouth. Since his arrival to Sunnydale Cordelia Chase had been quick to join his gang complaining about the amount of traditions and dusty conditions from being one of the Master's followers. He had taken her on as she provided him with good intel on the old vampire's layout and forces and lately, she had been taking every pain to erase Dru's presence there. If it were anyone else's place Cordelia was usurping, Spike would have been proud. After all, Cordy was a decent vampire -cruel enough to have fun, beautiful enough to enjoying looking at and smart enough to know what chances should be taken, and what chances shouldn't be. But right now, it hurt too much to see the brunette reigning as queen in what should have been his Dru's spot.
There was a little blood spread across her lips and chin. Spike looked at her with amusement. "Still have to work on your table manners," Spike remarked with a playful scowl on his features. "Come here."
Cordelia stood before him trying her best not to touch him with her bloody fingers. He reached down for her hands, licking the fingers clean one by one. She purred at the sexy sensation. "Not a bad vintage," Spike grinned kissing her palm. Now she had her hands on him, grasping his leather jacket to keep him close. Cordelia licked at the blood at the corner of her mouth until Spike told her she was being greedy. "Let me have a little more."
He lapped at the blood, kissing it off, savouring the taste. When her mouth was completely clean, he pressed her lips open to touch his tongue to hers. Hungrily, without the pretence of gentility, the bleach blond vampire thrust deep. He felt the wet slide of her tongue against his. She was a wild thing in his arms as he fucked her mouth. His cock swelled against the closure of his tight denim pants demanding release. With a low growl, Spike pressed it against her belly and then grabbed a handful of ass to lift her higher. Cordelia's legs wound around him, her pubic bone now grinding her clit against his denim-bound cock. Cordelia whimpered against his mouth as he rocked his erection into the cradle of her thighs, her hands clasping his shoulders, his neck, tugging at his hair. Anything to get closer. A sting of pain hit as her back connected with the metal surface of the bedroom wall. It only made it better as more of her senses sparked.
The duo made out more before now in full lust mode Spike growled and pushed him off her. "Get rid of those clothes," Spike ordered towering over her like a dark god swathed in leather. Cordelia's mouth curled into a sensual smile as she gracefully rose to her feet. She tore at the ties of her halter dress letting the strings go. The slinky material fell all the way to the floor pooling at her ankles and exposing her bare breasts. Pushing off her lacy panties Cordelia was naked in a matter of seconds.
Spike's eyes roved over her silky skin, his eyes settling on the dark curls nestled at the junction of her firm thighs. His body stirred with renewed lust. Still fully dressed, even garbed in his trademark full-length leather coat. She wasn't Dru… but truthfully, she was a gorgeous creature. And more importantly she was his.
A shriek of surprise sounded from Cordelia's lips as Spike lifted her over his shoulder and slapped his hand across her bare buttocks. Walking the short distance, he flung her off his shoulder onto the bed. Dropping onto it, Cordelia bounced on the firm mattress settling prone at its centre. Then the cocky vampire started to remove his clothes. First, he pulled off his coat, tossing the leather duster onto a nearby chair. Cordelia watched with eager interest as his hands reached for the buttons of his red shirt hoping that her sire would simply rip the garment from his body. No, he did not. Instead, he seemed all too patient about taking one small button at a time revealing glimpses of his bare chest beneath. Licking at her lips, Cordelia curled up onto her knees. Her eyes never left him as they sparkled in anticipation. He was pulling the shirt from the waistband of his pants, and she so wanted to touch the marbled torso now exposed to her view. Her knees inched forward moving her just a bit closer to the edge of the bed. He said nothing else while he stripped off his shoes, socks and denim jeans.
Forgetting about the dead body in the side of the room, Cordelia could no longer resist the need to touch her vampire mate now standing naked and glorious before her. Rising up on her knees, she leaned in pressing their bodies together and letting out a contented moan at the contact. "Spike." Now, William the bloody allowed himself the pleasure of feeling Cordelia's silken skin against him. His hands crept around to her back falling low onto her hips and tucking them close so that his hardening sex connected fully with her flesh. With a growl the pair attack each other with their lips and hands. His teeth slice into the meat of her shoulder, leaving a ragged semicircle when she jerks and pulls herself free. His mouth open wide to take in the thin ribbon of blood she leaves in her wake, enjoying each sweet corpuscle. She growled at his bite showing her own teeth. Without fear he takes hold of her hips moving up top of her and with a peremptory thrust sinks his erection into the cool slickness of her, claiming her. Letting out a growl at the sensation of her tight core gripping him, the vampire pushed down hard into her until he was completely imbedded. An answering cry of delight sounded from Cordelia's throat. He filled her so full, stretched her so right. She smiles and reaches up to pull his mouth down to meet hers.
The smack of skin and their growls is the only sounds as he drives into her, as she arches and opens herself wider for him, as greedy for his flesh as he is for hers. The feel of his tongue, slightly rough and cool on her skin stokes the fire building inside her. Her arms came around his shoulders, her head resting in the crook of his neck as they rocked each other onto the threshold of oblivion where the only thing left was pleasure. Her clit throbs and his cock is rock hard as he pushes it roughly into her. She sinks her nails into his broad back, pulling him closer, as he latches on to her in earnest, his thrusts growing faster, harder, grinding her painfully.
She's almost there, when he takes his mouth away, slowing. She moans in protest, looking up into his face. Seeing her own blood smeared on his lips and teeth as his eyes grow dark again, searching her eyes for something... Then he turns his head, offers her his throat. Cordelia bit down hard sinking her fangs into the elder vampire's throat. The exquisite sensation of her teeth sliding through the silken skin, the brief resistance of the vein, and then the blood flowing into her, sweet and cool down her throat but when it hits her white-hot core it's like gasoline on an open flame, and the explosion blinds and overwhelms her as she screams his name into his skin. The sensation of that action alone sending multi-orgasmic shudders through her body. Spike cried out with his own climax pumping into her. Then blood welled onto Cordelia's lips, splashing onto her tongue and the back of her throat. An elder's blood. Potent. Powerful. She lapped and sucked at the vampire's neck until it gave her a head rush.
Pulling back to meet the other vampire's gaze, Cordelia's mouth was covered in blood. "Still a messy eater, I see," the ever-amoral Spike grinned and started to kiss away his own blood from her face. They fell back on the bed entwined in each other's arms.
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As Jenny Calendar drove down the streets glanced across at the girl in the passenger seat. Willow Rosenberg. She had agreed to drive the girl who had demanded to be taken to her friend Alex Harris or as he was known in her reality Xander Harris. It would seem that his name was proof that there was 'subtle differences between the two dimensions' as Rupert put it. And then he dropped the bombshell that Willow had told him that Jenny was dead in the girl's reality. Killed less than a year ago by Angel, no make that Angelus who had broken her neck and left her body for Rupert to find.
It was difficult to hear about her own death or be it another version of her dying. It would seem that Willow's version of Jenny lived much of the same life as she did in her own. The other version was like her Janna of the Kalderash clan. She was living in Sunnydale of against her own free will. She was there as the watchman of vengeance, vengeance that had been wrought for nearly a hundred years. It was her job to make sure it lasted at least a hundred more. But the other version had not confessed this fact and secret until very late causing pain and betrayal between herself and Rupert. Jenny here in this reality had opened up to Rupert confessing to him and the others her mission. She did so as she could see the fight against the forces of darkness was more important than anything she had been instructed to.
She still could recall the blow out argument she had with her uncle Enyos over the matter. "You have not written," the man had accused her with a thick accent and a dull monotone.
She shrugged. "Yeah, well I've been busy."
"Busy?" the sour looking man scoffed. "Too busy to adhere to the responsibility to your people?"
She shrugged defensively. Uncle Enyos always treated her as a child. "Well, I've been busy_"
"The elder woman has been reading the signs," he said, cutting her off. "Great change is upon us."
Jenny shook her head. "Nothing's changed. The curse still holds. His pain continues."
Enyos nodded slowly dressed in clothes that seemed to hang off of his thin form. His face sagged, giving him the sad appearance of a bloodhound. "True and yet untrue. His pain… lessons."
"He is… with purpose," Jenny replied choosing her words carefully. She felt angry inside of her. Angel wasn't some villain, not some fiend who deserved no chance at happiness. Her duty remained clear. "He fights the forces darkness that dwell here. he makes amends for his crimes. He has even saved my life on occasion."
Enyos whirled on her, anger in his voice. "So, you just forget that he destroyed the most beloved daughter of your tribe? That he *killed* every man, woman, and child that touched her life? He is not a hero! I do not care if he is a champion or not! Vengeance demands that his pain be eternal as ours is!"
"I know that uncle but there more dangerous and evil creatures here," Jenny countered. "There are innocent people here who would be dead without his help. He exists to make amends therefore he is useful in the battle against evil."
"It is not our place to hunt the dark and certainly not to work with him!" The older man argued. "Your judgement is clouded. You are called home, and I will find another to replace you."
"Like hell you will!" she snarled at him, turning away, and grabbing her jacket. "The vampire saved my life, Uncle. He's saved your life too; you just don't know it. We punished the soul for what the demon did. But now the soul wants to repent so I will let it. If you won't do something here to help, then I will."
"Janna," Enyos warned. "You have a duty to your clan."
Jenny stood in the doorway and glared at him. "I have a duty to my real clan," she told him. Then she turned to leave. "And my name is Jenny!" she called back as she strode away. Her decision was made. She was Jenny Calendar.
She had met Rupert that night and confessed all to him about her past and who he was. She had pour out everything and left nothing on the table. Giles had been inclined to be angry at the betrayed and had summoned the vampire in question Angel to hear everything. But to their surprise he was not angry instead telling her quietly that he didn't blame her people for still being angry with him and he considered her a friend. Rupert had accepted the verdict though he didn't feel completely the same way. It had taken them some time to heal and for him to forgive her, but he had done at Angel's urging. Snapping back to the present Jenny realised that she had to turn left here.
Willow in the passenger seat was unaware of the computer teacher's internal trip down memory lane. She was too busy adjusting to the changes that Giles had told her earlier at the library. Buffy being dead was the big one but there were also so many others. The Master was still alive and haunting Sunnydale from beneath the town's surface. Spike was also not dust having arrived here around the same time he did in her reality with Drusilla. However, his attempts at restoring Dru to full strength had failed due to the Master resulting in her dying. He had sworn vengeance on the vampire creating a war. Things were different on the side of good too. Angel was here but there was also Kendra with her own watcher Mr Zabuto. He worked at the museum in Sunnydale and very much kept Kendra away from Giles who was seen as a failure and a bad influence. Ever the loyal soldier Kendra followed his instructions.
Everything was so messed up all because of her wish and she needed to see Xander. Or whatever he was calling himself. She had to her oldest friend. She frowned as she noticed the car slowing and puling up into the local motel. "Why are we stopping here?" she asked Mrs Calendar.
The woman turned off the engine to her car. "I did some checking online and this is where he is recorded staying," the woman explained to the girl. "He rents a room here," she pointed to one of them before she got out.
Willow frowned at that. What had made Xander want to move out of his house? She had known his home life was far from ideal and at times he had threatened mainly in jest to escape from it, but he had never actually done it. She followed Mrs Calendar up the stairs towards a room. The computer teacher nodded to the door and then stepped back. Willow took a deep breath and then knocked on the door. After a few moments the door opened but instead of the surge of joy Willow thought she would feel at seeing her oldest friend she gasped at his appearance. He wore a dirty black t-shirt. Dark blue jeans covered his legs and a chain hung from his belt to his wallet. His hair was a short bed of spikes and looked like it hadn't been washed in days. He looked thinner, his skin grey altogether more tired and haggard.
"Yeah?" Alex Harris snorted uninterested and harshly at being interrupted. "What do you want?" he asked looking back and forth at the two women.
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Later after removing himself from the Cordelia, Spike took off to his new hidey-hole on the other side of town and recruited a few minions. The blokes were trustworthy and strong, but none too bright most of the time. That was just the way Spike liked it - he didn't need minions who were smart enough to mutiny on him. But now they were late. He'd sent them on their mission hours ago, through the sewer tunnels, when it was still light outside. Just then he heard the noise of footsteps approaching. The door to his basement opened and five large vampires strolled in. The biggest one held a bound man with a sack covering his face. "Where the bloody hell have, ya been?" Spike demanded to the group. "I've been waiting for hours!" It had been the lie as he had only just arrived, but they didn't know that and besides he wasn't known for his patience.
The big vamp dropped the prisoner to the cement floor. The man groaned at the fall on the hard floor. Then the vampire said, "We stopped off to eat on the way back."
Spike glared, letting his true nature show on his face. He reached up and grabbed the big vamp by the collar. His voice echoed around the room when he spoke. "Eat on your own time from now on!" He was taking such a big risk to have it all messed up some other vampire's hunger.
The big vamp, Jonas, looked properly penitent, so Spike let him go. Then he turned his attention to the prisoner. Spike ripped the bag away to reveal a very frightened Ethan Rayne. "Mr. Rayne," Spike said with a grand gesture, "welcome to my humble abode."
Ethan glared at the vampire. "I'd feel much more welcome if you'd put your fangs away."
Spike laughed outright at that. His first laugh since the tragedy. "Ah well why not!" The ridges on his forehead dissolved, the fangs retracted, and his eyes lost their demonic glow as his human visage re-emerged. "I figured you would be a snappy one. Must confess to being fan of yours. Saw some of your work last Halloween. All those little kids running around as little demons, it was just… neat. Old bat face down in his lair probably hated it all the disorder and attention it would have received but I liked it Ethan, may I call you Ethan?"
"Do I have a choice?" Ethan muttered eyeing the vampires that were surrounding him.
"Not really," Spike strolled around, keeping his eyes fixed on the prisoner. "I have a proposition for you. You see your clearly a man who gets things done in the world of witchcraft. Normally, I wouldn't touch a spell with a ten-foot stake, but this time there are special circumstances. I need your help, and I intend to get it."
"And if I refuse…" Ethan's words trailed off into the air.
Spike looked serious. "Then you die."
Ethan made a show of thinking the matter over. "Death, or work… Hmm… I suppose this means I'm working for you. William the Bloody, isn't it?"
"Good memory," Spike replied. "But nowadays I go by Spike."
"How poetic…" Ethan sighed. "So, what is this spell you want me to cast?"
"We're going to raise the dead," Spike said full of conviction.