Three's Company

 

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Sitting up on Buffy’s bed as she reads the clock at 2:53 am Willow shakes her sleeping girlfriend awake saying, “Baby, baby wake up!” and Tara sits up blinking her eyes to focus better asking, “Huh? What? Where?” as she gets a little more lucid she looks at the clock as well asking, “Um, Will, where’s Buffy?”

Not answering as she doesn’t have a clue, Willow jumps off the bed to scamper up the stairs with Tara right behind her both calling out for their missing friend before stopping in the kitchen to catch their breath panting softly the worried redhead says, “She wouldn’t just not come home, Tar – not without calling to let her mom know at least.”

Nodding frantically Tara says, “Sh-she m-must b-b-be hurt or – or s-something.” as Willow pulls her into a tight hugs to calm her fears and say, “She’ll be ok Tar, we’ll find her, Baby, Shhhh.” then Tara takes a deep breath to calm herself feeling Willow’s soothing influence as well as she says, “Call Mr. Giles, Willow – he’ll know what to do.”

Her turn to nod the redhead face showing her worry but overlaid with resolve moves toward the phone saying, “Get what we need for a locator spell, Tar. It’ll be faster that way.” Then she picks up the phone to dial speed #2 as she watches her lover run from the room to gather what they would need and she whisper fiercely, “Goddess help you Buffy, we’re coming. Where ever you are and I swear you better not be dead or when we do find you so help whoever has done it, I’ll rip their heart out!”

Screaming hoarsely as Glory rakes razor sharp nails down her bloody torso Buffy pants, “Can’t - tell - what - I - don’t - know.” forgetting in her weakened state that the hell-goddess already knows that she knows who the Key is, how else could the Slayer protect it and Glory her anger to a boiling point now grates, “Stupid to lie to me, Slayer. You know who, you just won’t tell me. Huh.”

Pushing herself off the bed to leave the bleeding, battered Slayer for a moment Glory retrieves what she plans to use next on the stubborn woman and returns to see Buffy pulling frantically at her chains again so tells her, “You can’t break those, Sweet-cheeks. Those were made by Hephaestus, God of the Forge, yeah – not even I could break those, Darling.”

Ceasing her struggle though not so much because of what she’s heard the Bitch-goddess say but more for what she sees her attaching to her hips, Buffy begins to tremble in fear realizing what Glory had planned for her next and says, “G-glory you d-don’t h-have t-to do th-this.” The goddess past caring about what the tiny Slayer has to say, only wanting her to suffer now before she kills her climbs back onto the bed saying, “This beautiful piece of workmanship was created especially for me by a friend who knew how much I enjoyed playing the Butch-“

Cocking her head to the side the mad goddess smirks knowingly saying, “Or was that the Bitch?” as she moves between Buffy’s spread legs to position herself properly she shrugs with a quips of, “Both I guess.” before glaring down into rounded, frightened green eyes and with the most evil of smiles yet, snaps her hips forward to slam all 15 inches of the marble phallus into the screaming Slayer’s sex.

Following their locator sprite to a hotel downtown the two witches, Zander, Anya and Giles the latter three armed to the teeth, jump out of Giles convertible to race after it through the cracked glass door of the old broken down luxury hotel and on up the steps as Tara gasps, “Oh Goddess, she’s killing her!” feeling Buffy’s immense pain and fear as she gets closer to the Slayer.

At the third floor not stopping to think of anything else but saving Buffy Giles breaks through the already damaged door the sprite had led them to with Zander hot on his heels an axe held poised to use and yells, “Buffy!” as the women run in after them.

Running to the room to the left where then can here muffled sobbing the gang stop short as they take in the horrible, vulgar scene before them and hear, “Oh, goodie – more toys to play with.”

TBC