Kragdon

A/n: This is dedicated to my muse, who has inspired me greatly. Just a forwarning it gets a little NC-17 in this chapter and yeah. I hope you guys like it and I still have a few more chapters that I want to put in and an epiloge before its complete. Just be patient and Ye shall receive. Oh and...*wiggles eyebrows*

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**Answers and Explinations**

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"faith?"

"yeah?"

"were are we?" buffy asked as she starred out into the great expanse that was before them.

"dont really know, England I think." as if on cue a clock chimed the hour out, their surroundings become more aparent and voices sounded as people pushed past them with out even looking in their direction.

Buffy started to freak when she saw the crowd of milling people appear before her eyes. Looking down at herself as she had remembered that she was in nothing but a robe when she and faith had left. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the jeans and shirt adorning her body. Looking over at Faith Buffy got a confused expression on her face.

"why are we in england Fai?" she asked

Faith looked behind her straight into buffy's eyes saying one word before turning back and striding off with the blond slayer following her. "Answers."

B: "what?"

"Hurry up!" Faith shouted behind her, quickening her pace as she got closer to a building in the distance.

"Faith, wait up, what answers?"

Faith didnt even answer, instead she paused waiting for buffy to get close enough, grabbing the blonds wrist she took a step forward, seeming to move at the speed of light , she arrived at the door step of the one person that both slayers hated the most. Mr. Quentine travers.

Not one for formalidies in the least, especially now that she had ascended, Faith threw her palm to the door, knocking it off its hinges and down, tightening her grip on her mates wrist, she moved forward breaking through the paltry wards that had been placed in certain areas of the house and setting alarms off through the house. Faith had no time for them, instead she blocked them out as she barged right in to Quentines office who as she had suspected had been waiting for her for this exact moment.

He had his jacket off and his hands were behing his back. Though his demeaner was calm both Buffy and Faith could smell the fear that was raidiating off of him. A small growl came from faith as she smelled the dried blood that was like a natural part of this man physiologly.

"Ms. Summers, Ms. Le... Faith," Quentin quickly corrected when he heard the growl that came from the brunette and the blonde who was standing slightly behind the taller of the duo, "what an unsuspected surpri..." he continued only to be cut off by Faith.

"cut the crap travers. I want answers and now."

"Faith what the hell are we doing here?" Buffy asked seething at the look of contempt and hatred that Quentin was directing Faiths way as if she were some sort of abnormality, nothing more then another demon.

Faith didnt take her eyes off travers, her eyes narrowing even more as she answered buffy's question "I saw my watcher today, the one who I watch die at the hands of that bastard kakistos."

"what?" buffy asked, disbelief filling her "where, when, who?" was followed after that, as shock replaced the disbelief, which was followed by sadness. She knew that if she had a chance to see merick alive and well just once after he had died she would think she was going crazy and would want answers also.

Quentin didnt deny knowing either simply saying with a sneer "and how is claire, still immortal?"

"What!?!" It was buffy who exploded at that moment outrage replacing all the emotions and stupor she had found herself momentarily caught in. "You mean you knew that her watcher was alive and immortal and all this time you let her think that she was dead!?! You bastard." Buffy pushed pass faith and was about to throw herself across the desk to get at Quentin and forget what it meant to be a slayer for five hopefully long blissful minutes beating the crap out of the head of the watchers council. She was so enraged that she failed to notice that Quentin had revealed what was hiding behing his back, when she did it was too late. He had already fired, expecting to feel pain and blood she was slightly surprised to feel perfectly fine aside from her muscles tensing. Opening her eyes that she had shut tightly when she noticed the gun quentin had pulled on her, what she saw instead gave her a small shiver of fear and happiness. There standing a few feet in front of her was Quentin pressed against the wall the gun on the floor a few feet infront of him, clawing at a hand that was connected to faith who; buffys eyes widened when she noticed the trail of blood that was flowing from her shoulder, down her side and to the floor.

Faith was holding quentin there against the wall feeling his life slip from her and was reminded the reason that she was known as the psycho slayer, the Dark One. A sinister, evil smile spread across faiths face as she felt the rising panic and the smell of pee permitted the air around her. Looking down she chuckled when she saw the dark wet spot that was spreading down the length of travers pants. Feeling him now only half heartily claw at her hands faith looked directly in his eyes, making sure she held back nothing, she saw his eyes widening in fear and knew that he saw who she truly was and that smug self confident smirk that he usually wore was nowhere in sight. Distantly she heard the crash of thunder, felt the flash of lightning as it were scorching her skin and feeding her anger. It was almost like a caress, in the way it hit the ground and spread across the sky warning those who didnt get caught to flee. She pressed harder wanting so badly to kill him, to end his tyrancy, his dictatorship. Just as she was about to take that final step she let go, pushing herself away from him feeling suddenly dizzy, past crimes flew through her head from the petty ones to the village of hunters that she had massacred when she thought that dawn was dead. Sparing only the women and children. Eyes widening as she looked down at the unconsious man who she had almost killed, realising almost too late what he had done and what he had planned. Backing away further, until she felt the desk hit her in the backshe sat slightly on the edge her hand flying to her mouth as she tried to hold back the bile that was quickly rising up her throat.

"faith?" Buffy hesitantly asked suddenly feeling an assortment of feelings that she had no idea if they even belonged to her or faith. She was still worried about the wound that was on the brunettes shoulder, but was hesitant to approach in light of the pure ferocity that she had just seen cross the brunettes face not just ten minutes ago.

Faith looked back at her love with tears in her eyes not knowing how to answer the unspoken questions that Buffy had unknowingly thrown her way.

But she hadnt need to speak a word as soon as Buffy had seen those tear she was overcome with emotions that she had never known existed, instantly she rushed over to faith, embracing her love, making sure not to avagrate the wound that was now bleeding more profusly. Reaching a tentative hand out she examined it, the sight confirming that they needed to dress the wound though it wasnt extremly deep, it worried buffy, the wound was just a flesh wound it shouldnt be bleeding as bad. Looking back at the unconsious body of travers making sure he was alive she turned back to faith "come on we have to get that wound cleaned up and patched." standing as she said it.

"Buffy? I..." Faith wanted to say that she was sorry but knew that it would be a lie, she knew who Travers was, what he stood for, and what he was about to do. In Faiths eyes death was too good for Quentin, though that didnt mean that she wouldnt kill him for his crimes if need be. When she had first touched him she had seen every crime, murder, and sadistic pleasure that he had gotten conducting them. She had also gotten the answers to her questions. She knew, everything, including the deals that Quentin had made with certain vampires and a certain deputy mayor.

Grabbing Faiths hand Buffy looked deep into the dark soulful chocolate eyes, that the Dark Slayer possessed pulling her love out of what ever reviery that she had been trapped in. Touching her face lightly Buffy kissed her deeply and possesivly, putting every thing she felt, everything she was in that one kiss; pulling her body taunt against faiths slightly sitting body, leaning against the brunette pulling her loves body down against the desk, making the kiss last longer.

Tears running down both of their cheeks, breaking the kiss only to breath and come together again. Neither understanding what was happening or why just that it was right, that nothing and noone would be able to stop what was happening save divine intervention. Placing a hand over the already healing wound on Faiths shoulder Buffy slowly moved her hand down her lovers arm and side, tracing the hem of faiths shirt and the little skin that was there. Inching her hand under and up when she heard the approving moan from the brunette under her. Moving her body up until it was fully on top of Faiths, her hand reaching a breast as she teased the nipple that had been begging for her touch, pulling away from faiths lips she moved her mouth to the brunettes neck nibbling until she until she found the brunettes pulse point, just above her collor bone, smiling slightly when she heard the groan that accompanied it. Moving down buffy traced the contours of faiths bra teasing the brunette.

"...buffy..." Faith groaned again through kiss swollen lips, her eyes hazed with lust and desire, hooded in their need to feel the blondes skin as she ran her hands up and down the blondes back lifting the shirt that buffy was wearing wanting it off arching up into the blond at the same time as she felt buffy nuzzle and tentatively lick at her clothe covered left nipple. Groaning a little in disappointment when the blond sat up again.

Buffy feeling the Dark slayers need, groaned in anticipation as she discarded her shirt then her bra, moaning through her own kiss swollen lips when she felt faiths hands encircle her breasts, teasing her and driving her crazy. Moving her hips to the rythme that faith had begun as the brunette played with her like a pianist playing betoveens fifth. Buffy sucked in a bout of air feeling the brunette mouth latching on to her pulse point stroking her soft hand up and down buffys sides teasing her was getting buffy more aroused by the second. Pulling at the brunettes shirt up and over her head which was followed by the bra, Faiths hands moved to the clasp of buffys jeans not caring where they were or who was still in the room as soon as faith got the clasp undone and the zipper zipped she reached in much to the approval of buffy cupped the blondes sex, alternating between lightly rubbing it and pressing in all the right places.

"A'nioma, bu'gis u'rs." (God, I want u.) Faith whispered feeling the blonds wetness before latching onto a breast.

Her moans becoming louder buffy removed faiths mouth from the breast that it had just been entertaining. Pulling her face up, kissing her, buffy bodily pushed the brunette back down on the desk keeping to the rythme that faith had started.

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MEANWHILE BACK IN SUNNYHELL
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Ares starred up at the moon, silently trying to get a lock on his daughters whereabouts, while keeping a stoic stance under a elm tree. Morgan starred at her husband worried and afraid for her daughter. Just as she was about to speak up and ask, he turned to her. Seeing the question in his wifes eyes, he sadly shook his head confirming the conclusion that she had come to, 'if faith wants to be found, then she will come to us, no more no less' morgan thought once again. The only thing that made her not go insane with worry was the maternal link that she and Faith shared by being mother and daughter. She had always felt horrible for that short time that she had spent with faith, lying to her, not being able to tell her who she was. But she had made a pact with that little man who to this day just hearing his name through a thought made her shiver. It was his fault that Ares had been bitten in the first place, they didnt know that their little junction into the mortal realm would have set thing that hera had set into motion Five thousand years ago, to a startling halt. That they would be punished just cause they were young and in love.

It was as they were both lost in thought remembering the reasons that this whole mess had started that a arrow bolt hit morgan in the shoulder, making her fall into Ares arms. Looking up Ares saw who the culprit was that would dare to hurt his wife even though it was a mortal weapon and had no effect on them, it still enraged him that some stupid mortal girl would try. Taking the Arrow out he stalked over to the little human, with murderous intent in his heart after making sure morgan was okay.

He paused however when a large deformed panther lept out infront of the girl growling at him, warding him away from the girl. Off to the side another panther stepped into the light, growling the same warning that the first had. Recognizing them he growled for them to step aside, only to have the utmost contempt, distaste and refusal thrown his way by the two gardians.

"Dawn, are you alright?" An old man stepped out side and into the light shadowing his features giving his stone like face a more menacing look to it.

"Fine" Dawn answered Giles smiling slightly at the man who seem to be stuck where he was holding the arrow that she had shot at the woman.

"What Is The Meaning Of This" Ares grounded out of clenched teeth, not moving from where he was itching to reach for his sword but knowing that on this plane his powers were limited. Holding off her heard his wife communicating with him telepathically, telling him to calm down.

Though his shoulders were still tense he did force himself to calm slightly. Waiting for an explination from the mortals he instead got one from his wife when he heard her gasp and breathe out "The Key."

Looking back at his wife with a confused look on his face only seeing her widened eyes he looked in the direction and saw only the girl who had now been pushed back behind the older man. Smelling magicks in the air he took a closer look at the mortals and saw exactly what his wife had seen and soo much more.

Morgan stepped forward heeding the warnings that were sent her way by both the pantherians and the old mage saying "Its alright, we have no wish to harm you, child." Looking closer at the girl now and not at her aura she now knew who the girl had reminded her of, her brother Arthur.

Ignoring the snort that came from the now sitting pantherian off to the side she moved caustiously forward. reaching her hand out "We are her to help you." That earned her another snort this time coming from the girl and a "I think thats far enough" from the british mage.

Just as she was going to speak again a voice came from inside the house. "Well, Well, Well, I came here to threaten the slayer to find my key but looks like I didnt need to do that after all." followed by a clapping sound. "thanks honey, couldnt of done it without ya." glorificus exclaimed with a under current of sinister joy.

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TBC...

promise to update with second part soon I know Im kinda mixing the time line but it seems to fit with the story