Fleeting

Part XI – A Sword Throught Me
A/N: Been here long? hope not. here's a new chapter for you. enjoy my peeps.

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Willow sat in a chair just to the side of the one buffy was currently occupying, a frown creasing her face and a look of worry in her eyes. Although, she was here purely by her own choice, buffy hadn’t made her come, simply told her where she was going.

“I still think you’re insane buffy.” The red heads eyes flickered over to a near by metal tray, where various pieces of equiptment lay uniformed and waiting. Four bell-bar pieces of jewelary, four big, nasty looking needles, three pots of ink, and what looked like a sort of gun from the future. each one of them designing for a specific purpous, and each one of them basically, being inserted into the slayers body.

“We all set?” a tall man, with bleached white hair and baggy jeans came over to her, ulling up a stool and snapping a pair of latex gloves over his hands. Without a word,fy nfy nodded, a smal knt of tension wrapping intelf within her stomach, a burst of adrenalin fusing her veins quickly. Pain. This outting was all about pain.

Without a word, she stuck out her tongue as instructed and closed her eyes. Flet him marking her tounge with a pen, before clamping it tightly. Fr a moment, her world focused down into one, single sensation: the point of the needle as it lightly brushed over the top surface of her tongue. And then it desended. She felt it piercing the first, tough layer of muscular skin, before slicing its way easily through the roped flesh beneath, to pop ity ouy out of the lower suface of her tounge. The pain was slight, and certainly not enough. If she wasn’t concentrating on it so intently, she doubted she would have felt it at all.

A few moments later and she opened her eyes, taking the hand mirror the guy offered her and sticking out her tongue. A small siver ball now adorned the center of her tongue, glinting off the lights in the room. She could feel herself smile softly, before handing back the mirror and adjusting her self in the seat. As the guy got the next needle ready, her eyes flickered over to willow, who’s own eyes were almost comical, they were opened so wide. Her hands were covering her mouth and she looked both shocked and in awe at the same time.

Without any words, she turned her head to the right, giving the guy a perfect whrouhrough towards the tragas in her left ear. Once again she closed her eyes, almost ignoring the feeling o fthe marker and the clamp, feeling another burst of adrenalin as the needle overed over her flesh for a second. And then her world errupted into a brilliant aray of colors and stars, a sharp, stabing pain errupting from her ear to reach to the tips of her very toes. Pain signals screaming through out her body, throbbing in time with her racing pulse. She moaned in pain, screwing her eyes tightly shut as the jewelary was fixed into place.

Ignoring the mirror that was once again held out to her, she leant forward in her chair, dropping her elbows to her knees and cradling her face in her hands, concentrating on the pain that was coming out of the left side of her head, and also trying to ignore it all at the same time. She’d never felt pain like this in her entire life.

Is this what faith felt? As she hung in the eye of that storm?

She quickly brushed off the thought, sitting back up and wiping her eyes, capturing the tears that had formed with her thoughts, before they ever had a chance to drop.

She lifted up er top this time, revealing her stomach to the piercing guy, but this time, not closing her eyes. For someone who was supposed to be humanity’s only chance against thedarkness, she was such a fucking coward in the face of the pain she was receiving from the ear piercing.

She watched in rapt fasination as the curved needled dug upwards through the bottom of her bellybutton, could actually make out the gray of the needle underneath her skin, and almost jumped as the sharp point popped out of the skin just above her navel. The pain wasn’t as bad as the ear piecring, nore as unpainful as her tongue. It was just the right amount of pain for her to feel comfortable with, enough for her to take hermind away fro the iages in her head, and the agony within her chest.

“You ok?” she nodded to the guy, before lowering her top and letting out a huge, heaving sigh.

“I don’t want the lip piercing now.”

“Yu sure?” she nodded to him, before slowly standing up and moving to the other side of the instrument tray, removing her tops and stripping to her bra, before she laid face down on what loked like a massage table. She could still feel willow’s presence sitting ust a little way from her, could actually eel her friends body remmers across the air waves, and wondered idelythe the red head was going to pass out.

The buzz of the tattoo gun filled the room, and buffy closed her eyes again, relaxing down into the comfortable padding of themassage bed, and awaited to sting of pain to greet the center of her back.


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