Knights, Werewolves, Vampires OH MY!!!!

Chapter Five

“That’s right. You could have released Angelus, and with the three us bonded, you wouldn’t have had a way to put the curse back on. And it’s all because of your greedy self-centered needs and wants,” snapped Oz, as he continued his monologue.

The fact that Oz said so much and with such aggression convinced the girls that what they did might, just might have, been wrong.

“Now for your punishment Buffy,“ Giles started saying. “Your mother will be informed of what you did, why, and the consequences of such actions. I will also be asking the Council for help, pray I don’t have to do much groveling. I can now see that I have been too busy coddling you, and instead of focusing on keeping on the proper Slayer path. I can only hope that they, the Council, will have a means to punish you without leaving the Hellmouth unguarded, if that is the case so be it, I am sure Xander, Oz, and Angel can step in to help make it safe. I seriously doubt you will get the ultimate punishment, death. This was not after all aimed at full humans, and was an accident. Even though it did snare Xander in its effects. But they may, and I said may, strip you of your powers, and call the nest one in line for your position, to appear in your place here on the Hellmouth.”

Suddenly realizing what is going on and how much trouble she was really in, Buffy started to cry for the first time over this. She tried talking and explaining but because of the tears, it all came out garbled and messed up.

“Oh save it your excuses and lies for the Council, Buffy, we so don’t want to hear it,” growled Xander.

Looking one last time at his lovers, he said one word, “Bronze,” and they headed out of the hospital room, never once looking back at the girls or Giles.
Well, you two are all alone now, instead of having your heart’s request, you are left with hearts’ break,” said a smug Giles. “I will see you when you’re better, you will heal at a normal mortal’s rate. I don’t nor care to know why, and I refuse to examine it anymore. Maybe the Gods you called upon last night are punishing you, again I don’t know and I really don’t care.”

Saying all of this, Giles just gathered up the supplies that he brought with him for the spell, and left the two girls crying alone in the room.
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After leaving the hospital and the girls, Xander wanted to punch or kill something. He ordered Angel to take them by the newest Sunnydale cemetery, so that he could kill a few fledges. After making a quick patrol through the graveyard, and killing 3 fledges, Xander now felt like he could make it at the Bronze, and this time asked Angel to take them there instead of ordering him.

At the Bronze they had difficulty finding a table since it was packed for a Friday night. Once they did, they sat down to order their drinks from a passing waitress, and then took off their coats to relax. Once their drinks had arrived Xander and cooled down enough to start feeling the beat of the music. While it wasn’t Oz’s band, the band that was still good. Grabbing Oz’s hand, Xander led the young man out onto the floor to dance.

At first Oz didn’t want to dance, his shy quiet side decided to make an appearance, but Xander was not having anything to do with it.

Hip to hip, they slipped and slid around each other, as if they were covered in oil, first front to front, and then back to front, moving, gliding, bumping, it looked like they were having sex on the floor of the Bronze.

Angel watched this for a while as did the others in the club, and then he slid in behind Xander, cupping his ass with his hands, pulling him back into a groin that was full and hard, causing Xander to lean back and moan into the chest of his vamperic lover, moving one arm over his head, he grabbed the back of Angel’s head, and moved it into range for a kiss.

At the same time he never broke contact with Oz in front of him, once he let loose of Angel’s mouth, he leaned in to capture the werewolf’s mouth, claiming both in front of everyone in Sunnydale that counted.

They danced like this in what seemed to be hours, bodies moving in an aroused state, giving off pheromones that made every guy there hard, and every women wet with desire.

Cordy sat there with a hard face, she had watched the trio all night. And while she was as turned on as the next, she had to put up with the teasing of her “sheep”. Ignoring them like she had done for years, because she really didn’t care what they had to say on the matter. She knew what she thought, and that was all, to her anyway, that mattered.

After all she ruled the Cordiettes, not the other way around. And none of them had the backbone for a “palace” coup. She sat there plotting her revenge against the duo who was really to blame for this. Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and her pet witch Willow, who once again with her magic messed up Cordy’s life.

This time there will be no wishes, no necklaces that will reverse it, this time it will be for good, Cordy thought.

Unbeknownst to her, the trio of dancing men caught that thought, and three pairs of eyes locked onto her, one an emerald green, and the other two a golden brown. This caused shivers to run down her spine, and the three men smiled at her, as if issuing a challenge.

Ignoring them for now, Cordy turned her back on them, and decided to lead her sheep instead of just listening to them. She got up, announced they were leaving and led the pack of clucking girls out of the bronze.

The three men smiled at each other, and mentally vowed to watch over Miss Chase, to make sure that she did not get in over her head.

They danced until their bodies demanded more, hard cocks, and throbbing opening begging for them, the men, panting, breathless with the need that the three of them shared. The images the coursed through their minds of what they wanted to do to each other, they left they need and desired overcoming the need for dancing.

Little did they know that they left a club full of people in the same state, their powers affecting everyone in the club, there would be a lot less virgins in Sunnydale after tonight.

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Giles had just gotten off the phone with Travers and the ruling members of Council, and all he could was see red, and it took a sheer act of will to keep from throwing the phone across the living room of his apartment. The hell that those two girls were putting him through with all the groveling and begging that he had to do, just to get the help he needed on the Hellmouth with his rebellious slayer. If he head “we told you so” one more time he was going to puke. It was all he could stand to take from those pompous asses.

Startling at that time, he quickly and quietly got up from his desk, and made his way to his car, driving over to the Summers’ house, where Joyce and Dawn should just be finishing dinner, and should not have left yet to visit Buffy.

Pulling up into the driveway, he got out of his car, and slowly but reluctantly, made his way to the door and rang the bell.

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Joyce was just finishing up cleaning the kitchen and turned on the dish washer, just as the bell rang. Hurrying to the door, she passed Dawn sitting at the dining room table doing her Algebra, and grumbling over stupid letters in math.

“Rupert, we weren’t expecting you tonight, we’ve just finished dinner, and were getting ready to go visit Buffy and Willow at the hospital,” Joyce said after opening the door to discover who was there. Stepping aside she let him, remembering not to invite someone in here in Sunnydale.

Looking grim, and stern, Giles replied, “You might not want to see your older daughter after you hear what I have to say, tonight or any other night for that matter.”

Upon overhearing the adults talking, Dawn wandered in to see what was up with her sister, and Willow.

“Oh, Lord what has she done now? Does this have to do why she is in the hospital?” inquired Joyce.

“Yes, I am afraid it does, and it’s not pleasant, not at all I am sorry to say,” Giles said with a grim look on his face.

“Well, let me get you some tea, and you can tell us what my darling oldest daughter had been up to,” snarked Joyce.

After everyone had settled down in the living room, Giles really didn’t know where to start, so he tried stalling but Joyce wasn’t having any of that.

“So what has my lovely daughter done now,” Joyce demanded to know.

“Last night they, Buffy and Willow, told me that Buffy had to do some make up work in the chem lab, so I sent Oz and Xander out to patrol. I also sent Angel as a back without them knowing it. The short of the tale is this, the girls lied to me.”

“They were doing a love spell from a stolen book of mine. The effects would have sealed Oz and Angel to them for all eternity, but it blow up, and now Oz, Xander, and Angel are sealed, permanently, in some form of mystical triad. I have been doing research as to why it happened and if it can be reversed without releasing Angelus, but right now they seem to be alright. With the situation and everything it includes.”
“What do you mean sealed?” demanded Dawn.

“Like they are together in every way possible, body, mind, and soul, I am afraid,” said Giles.

“Oh my God, poor Xander and Oz,” whispered Joyce, still remembering the horror that Angel/Angelus rained down on them not to long ago. “Wait,” Joyce said just realizing something, “Buffy tried a love spell on Angel, the same one that caused all this trouble if he loses his soul.”

“Yes, the same one, but one good thing about all of this, it seems to have made Angel’s soul permanent, with it being tied to the two boys,” reassured Giles. “Plus it seems have given the boys immortality, they won’t age a single day from now on. Plus they seem to be able to share thoughts with each other.”

“I think it is time that my daughter and I have a little talk about this Angel person. She has gone too far this time, and its time I reined her in,” Joyce said with determination.

“I have already contacted the council for help there, the new Slayer, Faith McDonalds, will be here as soon as possible, and then a special group of Watchers will be here to try Buffy for her crimes. I have already bound Willow’s magic as her punishment, but I am unable to punish Buffy without a trial. That is why the special team is coming,” Giles told the two ladies.

“What will they do to her?” asked Joyce is a deceptively calm voice.

“Like I told Buffy, since it was not intentionally aimed at fully human, namely Xander, but rather Oz and Angel, a werewolf and vampire, she will not get the ultimate punishment; death. But she could get anything from behavior modification, to having her powers stripped and passed on to the next in line for them, if there is a next one in line. The twinning of the line has caused some confusion and debate about that,” replied Giles grimly.

“Well its nothing more than she deserves,” snapped Dawn. “I mean look at what they did to Xander and Oz, making them be bonded to that vampire!!” Dawn had not quite gotten over the tactics that the vampire had done. Sure she knew she wasn’t there for them in real life, but the memories were there, and she couldn’t help but re-act to them as if they were real.

“Dawn, this is your sister we are talking about,” warned Joyce. Even though she sorta agreed with her younger child, she didn’t want there to be problems between the siblings over this.

After clearing his throat, Giles said, “I’m afraid I am incline to agree with Dawn, Joyce. Buffy and Willow have gone to far this time and deserve everything that can happen to them both.”

“I know but I don’t need any sibling rivalry over this right now,” said Joyce.