Breaking a Slayer
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Adult ++
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50
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Chapter 27
Breaking a Slayer: Chapter 27
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice.
Rating: NC-17.
It had been a never-ending plane ride home, not Willow's favorite thing at all. She felt much better with her feet planted firmly on the ground, thank you very much. At least she had Tara by her side, though. The redhead gazed lovingly at her graceful lover, wanting to dance for joy at the sight of her hesitant smile and lovely face. *Tara is so good,* she thought. *So kind and loving and beautiful and…* there she went again, babbling in her head. At least she hadn't said it out loud this time. Had she? No, no one was looking at her strangely. She leaned back in the cab and waited to arrive back at the dorm.
They paid the fare and reluctantly parted ways to go to their separate rooms. Willow had so much she wanted to tell Buffy, but she also regretted the necessity of sleeping apart from Tara after so long together. They'd traveled from hostel to hostel, exploring Europe and studying all summer long and it had been bliss. Pure bliss. Willow just hoped that Buffy was a bit more…communicative by now. She'd been kind of…withdrawn when they'd left. She hoped it wasn't because of the "gay thing," but wondered if Buffy was truly as ok with it as she'd claimed. Time to see, she guessed.
Willow unlocked the door and entered their room, dropping her bags on the floor and reaching for the light. She flipped it on and turned. Buffy's things were gone. Cleared out. It was as if she'd never been there at all. Willow's side was just as she'd left it, so she was sure that it wasn't thieves, but why else would Buffy's things be missing? She'd been doing so well in her classes. She'd really seemed to find her niche at college, not like high school where she missed more classes than she attended. Willow supposed that it was a sign of how truly intelligent Buffy was that she'd managed to pass at all, given the lack of time she'd had to devote to it.
*It must be me,* Willow thought. *She's so freaked about the lesbian thing she left. She's gotten a new roommate and left me. Oh, goddess, she's my best friend! How could she do this to me? What…what should I do?* She sat down on the dusty bed and cried at her friend's desertion.
*
Giles was exhausted. He'd returned home and barely made it to his bed after leaving Buffy with Spike and Angel at the hospital. "Crashed" was the term he'd heard Buffy use, and it certainly seemed appropriate. Upon waking at the unheard of hour of eleven, he rose, showered and made tea. Sitting down at his desk with a steaming cuppa settled him a bit, but he remained deeply conflicted about Buffy's situation.
From their riveting performance on the f of of the hospital room, it was clear that Buffy was linked not only to Angel but now to Spike as well. Risible as it may have been to watch the two vampires writhing in ecstasy, Giles was deeply troubled by the implications of the act. If Buffy could somehow affect the vampires in that manner, it was likely that they held some reciprocal power over her. What would that mean for her as a Slayer?
Angel had taken Spike to LA to get the chip removed and Giles assumed he had been successful. That meant that Buffy was tied in some arcane way to a vampire who not only lacked a soul and bragged on about his evil ad nauseum, but was now completely free to wreck havoc on the very populace that Buffy was Chosen to protect. Giles poured a spot of scotch into his tea, his hands shaking at the thought. God help her…god help them all.
*
Buffy slept under the watchful eyes of Spike. Angel had headed home to get some much needed blood and rest. He'd been unable to hide his drained condition from his childe. Angel had given him far too much of his own blood, borrowed though it might be, to stay conscious much longer. Spike snorted to himself, amused by the situation. Here he was, chock full of Sire and Sr's r's blood and rarin' to go and he was sitting on his arse by a hospital bed watching over a snip of a girl, instead of out wrecking havoc on the unsuspecting populace. *Some Big Bad, you are, boy,* he sneered inwardly at himself, still gazing lovingly at the Slayer.
*Chit's got you wrapped around her little finger, no doubt about that, William. Trouble is, it feels bloody good. Hell, if I can just get her to do whatever it was that had me…and the Pouf…down on the floor like that once a month, I'll be the blinkin' happiest vamp unalive, and that's the truth.*
*She's so tiny. Looks so fragile, lying there all pale and still.* His preternatural hearing picked up the steady sound of her heartbeat, slightly faster than a normal human's even in sleep. *Poor little thing,* he thought. He'd never really considered what her lot must be, but being called as a slayer when she turned 15, kicked out of school at 16, then losing the Pouf's soul for him when she was 17 plus all the mayhem that had occurred since then, hardly fit anyone's notion of a well-balanced life, even an undead evil thing like himself.
*Have to change that for her, somehow…* he thought. *Help the Scoobs get her out of the darkness a bit more and into the fun. Ha, like they're gonna welcome either of us. Fuck 'em all anyway. Spike's not neutered anymore. Now I can go out and play with the other puppies all I want. They'll find that out the hard way if they give my Slayer a rough time.*
To be continued.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice.
Rating: NC-17.
It had been a never-ending plane ride home, not Willow's favorite thing at all. She felt much better with her feet planted firmly on the ground, thank you very much. At least she had Tara by her side, though. The redhead gazed lovingly at her graceful lover, wanting to dance for joy at the sight of her hesitant smile and lovely face. *Tara is so good,* she thought. *So kind and loving and beautiful and…* there she went again, babbling in her head. At least she hadn't said it out loud this time. Had she? No, no one was looking at her strangely. She leaned back in the cab and waited to arrive back at the dorm.
They paid the fare and reluctantly parted ways to go to their separate rooms. Willow had so much she wanted to tell Buffy, but she also regretted the necessity of sleeping apart from Tara after so long together. They'd traveled from hostel to hostel, exploring Europe and studying all summer long and it had been bliss. Pure bliss. Willow just hoped that Buffy was a bit more…communicative by now. She'd been kind of…withdrawn when they'd left. She hoped it wasn't because of the "gay thing," but wondered if Buffy was truly as ok with it as she'd claimed. Time to see, she guessed.
Willow unlocked the door and entered their room, dropping her bags on the floor and reaching for the light. She flipped it on and turned. Buffy's things were gone. Cleared out. It was as if she'd never been there at all. Willow's side was just as she'd left it, so she was sure that it wasn't thieves, but why else would Buffy's things be missing? She'd been doing so well in her classes. She'd really seemed to find her niche at college, not like high school where she missed more classes than she attended. Willow supposed that it was a sign of how truly intelligent Buffy was that she'd managed to pass at all, given the lack of time she'd had to devote to it.
*It must be me,* Willow thought. *She's so freaked about the lesbian thing she left. She's gotten a new roommate and left me. Oh, goddess, she's my best friend! How could she do this to me? What…what should I do?* She sat down on the dusty bed and cried at her friend's desertion.
*
Giles was exhausted. He'd returned home and barely made it to his bed after leaving Buffy with Spike and Angel at the hospital. "Crashed" was the term he'd heard Buffy use, and it certainly seemed appropriate. Upon waking at the unheard of hour of eleven, he rose, showered and made tea. Sitting down at his desk with a steaming cuppa settled him a bit, but he remained deeply conflicted about Buffy's situation.
From their riveting performance on the f of of the hospital room, it was clear that Buffy was linked not only to Angel but now to Spike as well. Risible as it may have been to watch the two vampires writhing in ecstasy, Giles was deeply troubled by the implications of the act. If Buffy could somehow affect the vampires in that manner, it was likely that they held some reciprocal power over her. What would that mean for her as a Slayer?
Angel had taken Spike to LA to get the chip removed and Giles assumed he had been successful. That meant that Buffy was tied in some arcane way to a vampire who not only lacked a soul and bragged on about his evil ad nauseum, but was now completely free to wreck havoc on the very populace that Buffy was Chosen to protect. Giles poured a spot of scotch into his tea, his hands shaking at the thought. God help her…god help them all.
*
Buffy slept under the watchful eyes of Spike. Angel had headed home to get some much needed blood and rest. He'd been unable to hide his drained condition from his childe. Angel had given him far too much of his own blood, borrowed though it might be, to stay conscious much longer. Spike snorted to himself, amused by the situation. Here he was, chock full of Sire and Sr's r's blood and rarin' to go and he was sitting on his arse by a hospital bed watching over a snip of a girl, instead of out wrecking havoc on the unsuspecting populace. *Some Big Bad, you are, boy,* he sneered inwardly at himself, still gazing lovingly at the Slayer.
*Chit's got you wrapped around her little finger, no doubt about that, William. Trouble is, it feels bloody good. Hell, if I can just get her to do whatever it was that had me…and the Pouf…down on the floor like that once a month, I'll be the blinkin' happiest vamp unalive, and that's the truth.*
*She's so tiny. Looks so fragile, lying there all pale and still.* His preternatural hearing picked up the steady sound of her heartbeat, slightly faster than a normal human's even in sleep. *Poor little thing,* he thought. He'd never really considered what her lot must be, but being called as a slayer when she turned 15, kicked out of school at 16, then losing the Pouf's soul for him when she was 17 plus all the mayhem that had occurred since then, hardly fit anyone's notion of a well-balanced life, even an undead evil thing like himself.
*Have to change that for her, somehow…* he thought. *Help the Scoobs get her out of the darkness a bit more and into the fun. Ha, like they're gonna welcome either of us. Fuck 'em all anyway. Spike's not neutered anymore. Now I can go out and play with the other puppies all I want. They'll find that out the hard way if they give my Slayer a rough time.*
To be continued.