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The Slayer

By Norwalker

Part 13 of a multipart story.

Summary: What if Faith came first? If she were the slayer before Buffy( if Buffy even became a slayer)? Just my take on what might have happened. AU, of course.

Pairings: Not sure yet. You might be surprised.

Rating: M( R )

Disclaimer: Characters depicted in this story, except for original characters created by the author, are the sole property of Mutant Enemy, Fox and Joss Whedon.

1

Cordelia Chase turns her little compact into the school lot, narrowly avoiding two students who jump out of the way when she fails to stop to let them cross.

Her mind really isn't on driving. It's a million miles away. Ok, maybe only a few miles away, at the garage apartment behind the Rosenberg's house.

She's utterly, completely confused, and she really doesn't like it.

What is with her? Cordy parks the car, sitting behind the wheel and staring out over the schoolyard. She acts like last night didn't happen. This morning the fridge in her apartment was warmer than she was. Never mind the leers and stares, her mind was … not there. And god, would it kill her to talk? Or say thanks for breakfast, or anything? Who the heck does she think she is?

I thought we really connected last night. Ok, she beat my bottom raw, and oh thanks for the Ouch in sitting today, by the way, but still… I thought I got through to her. She was so sweet… especially when she found out I was a virgin. She made it so… beautiful. So why'd she go sleep on the couch, and then treat me like yesterday's garbage this morning? Doesn't she care? Doesn't she feel anything for me? Oh god, she doesn't, does she? I was just a fuck! Oh man, to think I gave my virginity to her, and I was just … oh man, Oh MAN!

Oh, she's so gonna get it! There's NO WAY she treats Cordelia Chase like some trashy pickup. Hate her! God, I hate HER!

But she was so sweet… and I know she felt something. God, she came and I didn't even… I know something was there. And she held me after, and I looked in those chocolate brown eyes of hers and … oh man… this so isn't fair! God, she's just sooo… I love her! God, I love HER!

I'm totally screwed!

Cordelia sighs, and getting out of her car, almost hits a student with the door.

" Hey! I'm walking here! Watch it! "

" Sorry, but maybe if you walked around the cars, rather than cutting through them, you might not get hit, moron!" Do you know who you're talking to, dimwit?

Cordy starts towards class.

Ok, and if it isn't enough that Faith acts like all weird, Daddy's having a breakdown, or something. God, he was screaming and yelling in the study, and talking crazy. Prophecies and portents and how everything was getting all messed up and that Merrick better come through, or there'd be hell to pay and who the hell is Merrick anyway? And why is he getting so nuts about it? And what is it anyway? And then he was cursing the Master… I think that's the vamp Faith is all hot about. What's daddy got to do with that?

And the biggest strangeness? He didn't EVEN notice I wasn't HOME last night. I mean, at breakfast, my tummy's doing fits, just waiting for him to call me on it… and he acts like it's a normal morning. I was out ALL LAST NIGHT, DADDY! Didn't you happen to notice that? You're ' little girl' became a woman last night, and you're talking about school and crap. Geeze! Get a clue! Where are your priorities?

Cordelia mounts the steps to the school when she's assaulted on all sides. By the Cordettes.

" Cordy! Hey!"

" Hi, Cordy!"

" Looking sharp, girl! Wow, can you believe the Bronze last night?"

" What was that? Who were those freaks, anyway?"

" Hey, I heard you helped get some of the people out last night," Harmony puts in.

" Yeah, I did. I mean, I saw that things were going wacky, so keeping a cool head, I helped get some people out."

" That's so totally cool, " Amanda says. " You're the best, you know?"

" Well, yeah, that goes without saying, " Cordy says feeling better, " I know if you guys had been there, you would've helped, too."

" Sure."

" Right"

" You bet."

"Of course, " Harmony says, " Well, if they were like, cute, and smelled good."

" Well sure, I mean, you always help the cute and popular first. I mean, if they got lost, think of the tragedy, " Cordelia nods, wisely. " Believe me, there are plenty of hunky hunks that have Cordelia Chase to thank for saving their cute butts." She grins, " and believe me, I so intend to collect."

The five of them giggle.

" Hey, did you hear about Cammie and Brian? I mean, before the weirdness last night?"

"Brian?"

" Yeah, you know, Brian Steckly."

" Pizza Face Steckly? And Cammie?" Cordelia asks, " What about them?"

" Well, Cammie must've had a yen for pizza last night. They were in one of the alcoves, making out when Brad Jones walks in on them. They were so totally busted!"

" Brad? Cammie's Brad?"

" Oh yeah, you shoulda seen it. Better, heard it. WOW!" Cindy Takashi sniggers, " I hear old Pizza Face had Cammie's top almost off, and Cammie had his jeans open."

" You're kidding me, right?" Cordelia looks at the others. They all shake their heads. " Maybe Cammie was looking for a little sausage to go with that pizza!"

The school bell rings, and the girls head towards class.

" Harmony, " Cordelia says in a sing song voice. " I know you've been jonesing after Brad Jones for like forever. Looks like this is your chance!"

" Already on it, Cordy, " Harmony grins, " I called the poor boy last night to ' comfort ' him. Snagged a date. If I play my cards right, so gonna have that boy take me to Homecoming!"

" Hey, Cor!" Aurora pipes up, " Who's taking you to homecoming?"

" Oh, I'm keeping my options open, " Cordy says, enigmatically. Then she grins broadly, " It's down to between Billy Peters and Jake Truman."

" Billy? Melinda's brother? Oh, man, you know how Mel hates you! She'll have a fit!"

" Yeah, I'm already all broken up, " Cordy laughs, " god, just because I'm beautiful, that girl's so much a bitch! Get real!"

" Hey, Cordy, whoever you don't take, can I have him?" Amanda asks.

" Well… seeing that Harmony's scamming on Brad now, don't see why not," Cordy smiles magnanimously, " After all, we gotta keep the really cute ones in the group, right? Am I right?"

" Right!"

" Absolutely!"

" You got it, Cordy!"

" Right!"

" Whoa, here's my stop. See you guys later, " Cordy does air kisses to the group. " Bye!"

" Bye!"

" Bye!"

"Later, Cor!"

" Bye!"

The Cordettes take off, and Cordy turns into her class.

Thank god for them! At least there's some sanity left in the world!

2

Faith walks into the school library to find Giles waiting for her.

Good, maybe I can get a chance to talk to him about last night…

" You're late, " Giles says, coming from behind the check out desk.

… or, maybe not…

" Yeah, sorry about that. Overslept. Had a hard night," Faith gives him a sidelong glance, " When did we start punching the clock around here?"

" It's not that, " Giles says, sounding a little weary, " there's news. Not good news, I fear."

" Gee, Giles, I can always count on you to perk up the morning, " Faith cracks, " Don't even know why I bother with coffee. You always cheer me right up."

" Faith, this is serious. I do wish you'd treat my news with a little more professionalism!" Giles snaps.

" 'Faith, this is serious!' " Faith mocks him, " as if that's news, " Faith sighs," I know that, Giles. But geeze, can't you just for once use a little less stuffy in the suit?"

" Faith, I'm sorry if you find me … formal, but this is not a laughing matter, " Giles chides her.

" Well, excuse me, British guy, but some of us don't always go around with the grim, you know?" She sees his expression and throws up her hands, " Ok, ok, fine. What? What's the grim?"

" It's the Master, Faith, " A voice comes out of the stacks behind her. She whirls around to find Angel leaning against a bookcase.

" Hey, Dead boy. Shouldn't you be snuggled up in some upscale mausoleum somewhere, waiting for night?" She looks up at the windows over the stacks. " how come you're not doing the incineration thing?"

Angel throws Giles a look, as if to say, ' haven't you taught her anything?'. " Faith, vampires can move around during the day. They just have to avoid direct sunlight"

" Yeah, well that stuff outside? Pretty direct. How'd you get here?"

" Tunnels. There are hundreds of them crisscrossing Sunnydale. One runs right under the school, into the basement. I just walked through it to get here."

She looks at him, frowning. " Oh swell. An underground highway for the undead. That makes me feel so much better." She looks at the both of them, shaking her head. " I'm not getting you guys. We won, right? We stopped the Harvest." She turns to Angel, " so what's the deal with the Master dude? I mean, he's still stuck, right?"

" Not exactly, " Angel says, " I went to his lair, to check on him. He's gone."

"That doesn't sound good at all, " Faith frowns, " you're saying he's out there somewhere then?" Her brow furrows." Wait a second. You said if he got free, the world would end. Not exactly ending. I mean, I woke up this morning… and it was still here."

" That's precisely what's troubling, Faith," Giles says, " By all accounts, and the research I've done, he was trapped in a mystical warp- sort of like a bubble. If he got free, and that bubble burst, the Hellmouth should've been opened, and all manner of evil should've come pouring out…"

" Well, if it did, it was being real polite about it, because I did a sweep last night, and there wasn't jack around. Even the vamps were laying low. It was dead for the evil dead."

" Well, I checked the Hellmouth, and it was still sealed up, best I could tell, " Angel says. " And boy, that place? Not somewhere you want to hang around unless you're evil." Angel shudders.

" Ok, so we caught a break. Maybe two. Maybe it opened… I mean, remember the shaker last night? And maybe old Master guy got sucked into hell… and then it closed back up."

" That's highly doubtful , Faith, " Giles puts in, " Whatever's lurking at the Hellmouth is likely to push in towards our dimension, not vice versa."

" But, it could happen, right?"

" I suppose… it's possible, " Giles concedes.

" Well, there you go. The bubble broke, the door opened, and old Master guy got sucked into hell. I'm liking it." Faith nods.

" That doesn't explain the blood, Faith."

" Blood? What blood?"

" To get to the Master's lair, I have to go through the basement under City Hall. As I was passing through it, I detected a peculiar odor. Like blood, but different. I knew I'd smelled it before, but I couldn't place it. Anyway, I was in a hurry, and didn't stop, but went down to check out the Master. When I found him gone, it occurred to me what I'd smelled. It was blood. The Master's blood. I know it, because I smelled it when he performed the ritual of the harvest with Luke." His lips go tight. " So, he must've gotten at least as far as the basement of City hall."

" Well, maybe something else got him. Geeze, if he's dead, what's the bad here?"

Giles and Angel exchange a look.

" Faith, there was no word of the Master getting out. He's like a pop star to the vampire set. If he moves around, it's going to get around. If someone offed him, it's going to be news. I've been to every demon haunt in Sunnydale. No word on him, nothing. It's like he disappeared."

" Ok, so he disappeared. Maybe if he's like clever, he faked his death and snuck outta town. God, what's with the obscure here? What're you guys playing at?" Faith's patience is waning.

" Faith, he had a big grudge against you, yet he sneaks out of town, not doing anything about it? That's not him, at all, " Angel is also beginning to get impatient." Think. He disappears, the Hellmouth is sealed. What's that say to you?"

" That you guys are over-thinking this way too much?" Faith looks at the two of them," the problem is solved. The Master is history. Maybe that hoodoo spell thingy backfired on him, vaporizing him. Maybe somebody got him. I don't know. What I do know, according to you, is that he's gone. Case closed."

" He's not gone, Faith, and not dead," Angel says simply.

" How do you know that?"

" I can sense him, Faith, " Angel says, walking over to her. " Darla was my sire… the one who made me. He was Darla's sire. Like it or not, there's a connection between us. I can feel him…as I'm sure he can feel me. He's alive and in Sunnydale, and he's out there. And while that's happening, you're not safe; no one's safe."

" Ok, let's work on the idea that he's alive, " Faith says, sounding tired. " We go hunting for him. He's gotta be around here somewhere. The town's not that big."

Angel looks at Giles, and shrugs.

" Faith, you're still not perceiving the bigger picture, " Giles says. " We don't think he got out due to the Harvest. He's free, and now someone or something is hiding him, keeping him off the radar. Something that wants to use him." He still sees Faith's blank look.

" There's something else out there; something bigger than the Master, Faith. And I suspect, " Giles frowns, " He's not on our side."

Faith sits there for a while, trying to assess what they have told her.

" So, you're telling me the big bad, or the big bad we thought was the big bad, isn't really the big bad, but there's a bigger bad, and he's the boss?"

Angel and Giles look at each other, both trying to decipher if Faith has started speaking in tongues. Finally, Giles speaks up.

" I believe so, yes. If I understood you correctly. Something else is out there, and it's probably a lot more powerful than the Master," Giles says, " The thing is, we don't know exactly what that would be."

" This isn't good, " Faith says, her face looking a little drawn. " this is really bad??"

" Yes, that's pretty much the situation, " Angel agrees. " I've been talking with Giles, and I'm going to do some legwork in the local demon haunts. See if I can dig up anything."

" I thought I'd do …"

" Actually, Faith, " Giles interrupts, " I'd appreciate if you'd help me with research. Particularly prophecies. See if any point to this possibility."

" Oh… bookwork. " Faith lets out a small sigh. Damn! " Well, sure, if that's how I can help."

" Have you ever heard of the Pergamum codex?" Angel asks, turning to Giles.

" Yes, of course. It's the most accurate prophecies of the slayers in the end years," Giles says," but the last copy has been lost for centuries…"

Angel grins. " Not lost, exactly, more… misplaced. I can get it for you."

" Good lord! That would be … I can't say how … goodness, are you sure?" Giles loses his normal equanimity. This is the holy grail of the Slayers.

" Don't worry. I'll have it to you tonight." Angel walks towards the library doors. " I'll do some nosing around while I'm out." He pushes through the doors and leaves.

Faith watches him go, a little longingly. I want to nose around. I sure don't want my nose stuck in some book all day.

" So, ummm…research, huh?" Faith asks unenthusiastically.

" Yes, actually, I have a volume upstairs I'd like you to peruse, " Giles says, "it's a detailed history of the area, from a metaphysical standpoint. I'm hoping that there will be some clues in there about what we might be facing…" Giles, excited as always about new books, starts towards the staircase.

Ask him! Dammit, ask him! He'll know…

" Giles, you got a moment?" Faith asks, hesitantly.

Giles stops mid stair, and looks down at Faith. Something in her tone tells him this is something important. He starts back down.

" Of course, Faith. Always," He walks to the table.

Now that she has his attention, Faith finds it difficult to start. She's not exactly share your feelings girl. But, despite her outward calm, she's a little freaked by what happened last night. What she did last night. And she's got to talk to someone…

" Is there something I can help you with?" Giles asks, seeing her hesitation.

" Uhhh… really hard to talk about, Giles. Ummm…last night, after the Bronze? After I did the sweep, well, I didn't exactly go right to bed and get my 8 hours, if you catch my drift…?" She looks off, not really wanting to look into his face. " Well, there was a bed involved, but I didn't exactly…"

" Yes, I believe I catch your drift, as you so elegantly put it," Giles says, a little dryly. " but I don't see the particular problem… well, except perhaps your rather young…"

" Yes, well, considering the track record with slayer survival? Not exactly going to have a lot of time, " Faith snaps , uncomfortable with this whole conversation.

"I wasn't making a moral judgment, Faith. I just fear, even with someone as self aware and mature as you are, that having intimate relations, especially in such a stressful situation, could have emotional consequences." He sighs." You're still a rather young woman, Faith, even if you take on a lot of responsibilities. I just worry about your ability to deal with the consequences.

" You mean I'm a kid, and I don't have a clue…"

" That isn't what I was saying…"

" Well, you might not be all wrong, " Faith shrugs." I'm kind of scared of what happened last night."

For the first time, Giles notes that Faith looks a little drawn. He sits next to her, laying a hand on hers.

" Did something happen?" He asks, quietly. "Did you get hurt?"

" Me? No, no, I'm fine Giles, really," Faith trails off, not exactly sure how to put it without looking like a nut case.

" Faith, it's documented fact that slayers are prone to… well, how to put it?… have a burst of energy and pent up emotion after fighting. Sometimes it expresses itself in increased appetites for food and well, sensual activities."

" Oh, you mean, hungry and horny, " Faith says, tongue in cheek.

" Ah, yes, something of that nature, though you rather put it crudely. But it's not abnormal, really it isn't. It's the body's reaction to the increase hormonal and chemical changes brought on by battle. Especially in slayers, who tend to have accelerated adrenal secretions."

" Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it, Giles. We get all revved, then need to work it off. Even old Mrs. Haversham told me about that one." Faith says, " and, just to get it over with, last night wasn't like… my first time. Ok? So, not needing exactly that talk, either."

" I see," Giles says, " then exactly what is it you want to discuss?"

" Look, last night something happened that sorta freaked me. I had sex, and ummm… well, it got sorta physical. I mean… well, not your vanilla slap and tickle… a little kinky, do you see?"

It takes Giles a moment to decipher, and then he nods." Yes, I believe I do. But even though I admit I'm rather ignorant of the particulars,I do believe with the proper controls and setting, it's quite safe."

" Well, you see, that's what freaks me, a little. For a bit, I lost it. I mean, I got too much in the moment. I really fear … I might have hurt this person." She sees his look. " No, not physically, Giles. Though that could have happened too…" She trails off, and goes a little pale, " No, I mean, well… maybe I really scared them. Maybe almost made it like I forced them… do you follow?" Faith closes her eyes, and something else hits her hard. Oh god, did I like, rape her? Oh man!

" I'm not sure I'm following, Faith, " Giles says, more afraid he might be following.

" Look, Giles, it got kinky. I sorta…punished the person before we had sex…"

" Oh, dear," Giles says, taking off his glasses to clean them. " You didn't bind them, did you? I mean, you didn't force them or impede there being able to leave… did you?"

" What? No, no… hell no! Matter of fact, I gave them every opportunity to leave, and told them what I was going to do. They chose to stay."

" I see, " he sighs, a little relieved, " and you say afterwards, you had sex?"

" Yes"

" Did you threaten them with further punishment if they didn't have sex with you?"

" Huh? Hell no! Matter of fact, I tried to get her to leave, but she insisted… she wanted it."

" She?"

" Uhhh… yeah…" Faith says, blushing a touch." No one you know," Faith adds quickly, lying through her teeth. " Look, I really don't want to get into who, that doesn't matter. It's what happened … I was … I felt out of control, Giles. There were a couple of times I was afraid I'd really hurt her, and I didn't want to do that."

"So, it's someone you are fond of?"

" I don't know… it's new, do you get it? I don't know exactly what I'm feeling here, and I'm afraid I'll …" Faith goes silent.

" Afraid of what?"

" Afraid I'll drive her away," Faith sighs. She looks at him, her eyes pleading for help. " This morning, when we… I didn't know what to say to her … I really was scared I'd make it… damn… I'm lost here Giles. I don't do this relationship stuff."

" Is that what you want, Faith? A relationship?"

" I… don't know…"

" Faith, you have to realize that who you are, what you're calling is, makes the situation very complicated for you, and this other person. You put her at risk, too. And the fact that you feel out of control with her, I think, only complicates it further," Giles pauses to think." I think possibly that you 'lost' control, simply because you felt you could, Faith. Whoever this is somehow signaled to you that you could let down your walls, and that was alright with her. Maybe, because you feel you need to be in control so much, it feels strange to you, and that's what scares you." Giles stands up, and walks away a bit, then turns back to her.

" Faith, I sincerely think that you are so worried about being 'on' all the time, that you need to shield everyone from any consequences of being with you, that you've gotten to the point where you think that's how it always has to be. I think that's what caused you worry. You never give yourself permission to show anything but the tough side of your character, and letting someone see the other side, the softer side, scares you. You're afraid to show affection, because you think you'll get hurt, open yourself to pain. I don't know why you feel that way, but I see it every day in the way you deal with all of us. You keep us at arm's length, because that's safe. Letting go is scary."

" I really don't know what to tell you. You probably exaggerated your actions, and in your mind, you feel guilty. From what you told me, this person didn't seem to mind that you were … open." Giles comes back, and leans over the table in front of Faith." Maybe you need to think about doing that more… it might not scare you so much then."

" How, Giles?" Faith looks worried, " I don't know how."

" I can't tell you how, Faith. You have to think about it, come to some accommodation within yourself. Permit yourself to let more people in."

Giles straightens up, and starts for the stairs. He stops, and turns back.

" Don't worry, Faith. I'm pretty sure if this woman stayed until breakfast, she's not upset with what you did. Not really," He smiles reassuringly. " I'm sure she didn't mind at all."

No, I'm sure Ms. Chase didn't mind at all. I'm sure I would've heard about it otherwise.

He disappears upstairs.

Faith sits there, watching him go. She sighs, and puts her face in her hands. She sighs.

She wants to believe him, but she's just not sure she can. None of this makes any real sense to her.

She's more confused than ever.

3

" Are you absolutely sure?"

Cornell Chase listens patiently to the caller, and nods his head.

" So, you do have proof then?" Cornell looks grim, " This is really terrible news. I never would've expected this." He pauses, listening again. " It just seems so outrageous." He turns in his chair, facing his desk, and grabs a pencil out of the holder. He begins to tap it lightly on the blotter on his desk. " Of course I believe you. It just seems so out of character for him. " Pause. " Pictures? Well, you have to know these days, photos can be faked… oh… you used the agency I recommended… no, then I know they're genuine. I don't know what to say."

He starts to tap the pencil harder, his brow furrowed. " No, of course it's ok to call here. Yes, yes, I'd want to know. You know you both have been old friends for … yes… oh god, I remember that… I was so embarrassed…I had no idea Hank and you were together. I thought… well… yes, I always was fond of you, Joyce. You know that. I never made bones about that… ok, now you're going to make me blush… enough, already. I was just acting as a friend. Sure. Oh Joyce…no, don't… I know it's…" He pushes the phone away from his ear, and sighs, half listening. Tap, tap, tap goes the pencil on his desk. " What? No, don't be. I understand. This has been terrible for you. I was going to ask how you're holding up, but I guess that's pointless… divorce? Are you sure? Can't you and Hank work this… oh… not the first time… and other… yes…" He quietly puts the phone to his ear, and settles back in his chair.

" Lawyer? No, don't worry about that. I know of plenty of good lawyers in your area. Here? Well, Sunnydale is rather small. I usually do my legal business in L.A. Sure, sure, I'll contact the firm I use. See if they can make some recommendations. What? Oh, I misunderstood you… you want to move here?" A small smile tugs at his lips. " No… there's lots of houses on the market right now. I'm sure… oh, you want to move as soon as possible… I see… well, you're welcome to stay here with me and Cordy until the divorce is settled… you're daughter? Sure, no problem. Believe me, lots of room. Be nice for Cordelia… having a girl her age in the house… right, right… well, the best time might be then. Yes, that way she starts the semester fresh. Doesn't have to play catch up. Right."

" Hmmm? No, don't be silly. It'll be nice to have you and Buffy. Yes, been a long time since there's been an adult female in the house. Ever since Amy died… right. I'm sure." He turns towards the window, looking out over the view. " Look, let me contact my firm, and I'll have them send you a list of recommendations. Yes… no…ok… ok… sure. Yes, just don't worry. It's going to be fine. Right…Goodbye Joyce."

Cornell hangs up the phone, a smile spreading across his face. He leans back, and puts his feet up on the sill, taking in the view.

Life is good. Sometimes, you don't even have to work hard to get what you need. Sometimes it comes to you. It's right at your fingertips.

He picks a remote off the desk, and aims it at the stereo unit. Mozart's Piano concerto #17 plays over the speakers. His eyes get a dreamy look.

Soon, very soon.

4

Snore!

Faith leans on her hand, looking down on the book of demon lore open on the table before her. She has a perfectly bored expression on her face.

Ok, somebody's got to talk to these guys about readability. I swear, this stuff is about as exciting as string beans. Who writes this stuff, anyway?

"Lo, and on the ninth day after the feast of Epithicus in the years approaching the 4^th millennia in the reign of our lord Astarash, therefore will approach the one that rides the steed that will carry the flaming sword of…"

God, I wish someone had taken old what's his face aside and told him that a little action might shake things up. A little romance, something… geeze… well, forget this…

Faith slams the book shut, and stands up, stretching. Get something else… there's got to be something else on what Giles' is looking for… maybe they make a pop-up book…

Faith finds she can't concentrate today. She's read the same paragraph almost half a dozen times. The weirdness of the Master disappearing, what it might mean… geeze, an even bigger bad… the fight at the bronze, how she was scared she might wind up vamp kibbles… god, that Luke was a big mother… and how strange it was that it was Angel that , well, saved her… like, I'd ever admit to that one… ok, stop lying, that's not it. You know what it is.

Cordy.

Last night with Cordelia. Faith can still feel the warmth and softness of her body under her. How her cries and sighs and moans made her crazy with lust and desire. How it felt to be Cordelia's first… how special it made her feel. How having power over her, dominating her made her feel tender and soft towards her… and so damned fulfilled… as if … Aw, screw the mush stuff. Just a fuck, not going to happen again…

Faith reaches for a volume, taking it off the shelf to check it out… and almost drops it when a pair of cerulean blue eyes set in a oval shaped face , dusted with freckles and a turned up nose peeps out at her from behind the shelf.

" Shit…" Faith backs up, hitting the bookshelf behind her, knocking down some books" … Bree?"

" Hey, Fay," a voice that makes Faith's heart start to hammer in her chest says, lightly mocking, " Look what you did, clumsy," She giggles. " Boy, never made you drop your books before." She sticks her thumbs in her ears and waggles her hands. " Boo!"

Faith shakes her head, closing her eyes. " No… you're not here… this ain't real… must be the head wound… I'm having delusions…"

" Well, gosh, Fay, it's good to see you too, " Bree laughs, and walks through the bookcase. " Hmmm… looking good, baby. Like the whole butch thing you got going… wait, I always liked it." She stands, hands on hips, looking at the startled Faith.

" You… you…" Faith's mouth is dry, " you're …"

" Dead?" Bree's lips pull up into a rueful grin. " Yeah, kinda sucks, you know?" she gets a wicked grin on her face, " but it's got some cool side benes." She runs her fingers along a row of books, and they fly off the shelf, dropping on the ground. " Sweet," She giggles.

" What.. I don't… what… are you doing… here?"

" You called me, baby, " Bree looks at her, " don't you remember?"

" What? I didn't call…"

" Not with this, silly, " Bree brushes her fingertip across Faith's lips. Faith feels a tingle and a brush across her lips. " With this…" She strokes her finger across Faith's chest, stopping at her heart.

Faith shivers under her touch.

" How…?" Faith felt that. Really felt that.

" Not easy, let me tell you, " Bree complains," Lots and lots of practice."

" No, no way… this isn't happening. I don't believe in this oogah-boogah stuff. This is a trick… or I'm going nuts… that's probably it… I'm a loony tune."

" Stop being so stubborn, Faith. God, you're always such a brick head, " Bree moves closer to her, wrapping her arms around Faith's neck.

Faith feels as if a sudden heat has surrounded her. She feels a warmth pressing against her, touching her body and neck. Little tendrils of energy seem to be tickling her ears, flowing through her hair.

" God, I love your hair, " Bree says, " almost as much as I love the rest of you…" She tilts her head, and presses her lips to Faiths. Faith closes her eyes.

To Faith, it feels as if the softest mist is caressing her lips, full of little energy sparks. Her whole body tingles, as if shot with a burst of static electricity.

Faith's brain seems to check out as burst after burst of energy pops in her head. Then she feels something move away from her, and all of a sudden feels empty and alone. She opens her eyes to see Bree staring at her.

" Oh man, that was so nice," Bree says, moving her insubstantial fingers through Faith's hair. To Faith, it feels as if her hair is dancing. " I've wanted to kiss you forever."

" What're you doing to me?" Faith whimpers, her body feeling charged and achy at the same time. Her nerves are dancing under her skin.

" Not me, baby, you, " Bree shakes her head, her curls bouncing like they always did when she did that, " You're a dope, Fay. A big stupid dope."

Faith looks hurt and confused.

" Aw, baby, don't be hurt, " Bree smiles," I think that's why I adore you so much, you know? You love so deep, so hard… I loved you Faith with ever little bit of me. But, baby, I'm gone. I'm dead, and I can't come back. Totally stupid and selfish. That's me, baby. I should've been happy for you, but I was jealous, and hurt. I thought you'd forget me. When you came back, and I was already a fucking junkie, I used it to hurt you. Make you feel bad. Because I thought you hurt me. I was a dope then, really."

" I shoulda told you. Let you know what I was feelin'," Faith mourns, " maybe if I'd told you, stayed with…"

" Shhh, don’t be stupid. You have a destiny, Faith. Something you gotta do. I know that now, baby. "

" Yeah, a destiny. I'm the Chosen one," Faith say, the bitterness hard in her tone.

" Don't! I'm so … I can't tell you how proud I am of you." She touches Faith with her hand, and it sinks into Faith's chest, into her heart.

Faith feels as if a thousand voices are singing in her heart. She leans back, closing her eyes. It's a perfect joy, agonizingly sweet.

" Why didn't you let me in? Why did you push me away?" Faith looks at her, eyes burning with tears. " I miss you sooo much…"

" Not our time. Not yet. Too much for you to do yet…" Bree's lip quivers. "You gotta let me go now, Faith. You gotta live for now, not then. Stop mourning me Faith, and take what you're being given."

" No! I don't want to! I can't…"

" You can… and you have to, " Bree frowns. She leans in, and presses her lips against Faith's." I gotta go… and you gotta let me…"

Faith feels more than sees her fade. She tries to catch her, stop her.

" No…" she says, almost inaudibly…

Faith starts awake, her head slipping out of her hand. She's still sitting in the chair, at the table, staring at the book in front of her.

" What?" She mutters, looking around. No books are off the shelves, she hasn't moved from the chair.

A dream. A fucking goddamn dream. Fuck me!

She looks down at the book, then angrily hits it, sending it flying across the table. She stands up, grabbing her bag.

" I can't do this crap. I gotta… I gotta do something else. Work out, I'll feel better if I work out. Yeah."

She shakes her head, and strides towards the door, heading to the bathroom to change.

A fucking dream. That's all it was. Dammit! A stupid fucking dream!

She pushes through the double doors of the library, shaking her head at her own foolishness.

Yet, she can't shake the scent swirling around in her nostrils.

Bree's scent.

5

" YES! Oh god YES! YES! YEEESSSS!"

She bounces on his hard shaft, feeling it swell even tighter within her. She closes her eyes, and throws her head back, letting the pleasure sweep over her.

She feels him explode within her, and she squeezes him, milking him. His hot seed flows in her, and her own orgasm explodes, sending her mind rocketing far away. All around her the lights swirl and dance, and her body is one great large receptacle, taking and merging with him, encasing him, holding him. She is buffeted by a tornado of pleasure.

Tired, sweaty, her body aching so good, she falls over onto him, her breasts smashing against his chest. Her mouth finds his, and she swallows him into a warm, passionate kiss. She holds him within, not letting him go. Never wanting to let him go…

Oh, my!

Willow stares at her computer screen, her olive colored eyes wide. She can feel the hot blood in her neck and ears. Oh my oh my oh my!

Willow looks around, guiltily, hoping no one has noticed her blushing. She minimizes the browser and sits back, feeling very strange.

Ok, Willow. Stop it. This is just an assignment. The teacher told us to research eroticism in 20^th century literature, and that's all your doing. You're just doing homework. Research.

Uh-huh. That might've flown if you'd stopped reading 4 stories ago. But you just kept on reading, didn't you?

Well, I had to! I mean, I had to compare different styles of writing, didn't I?

Uh-huh. On a website called " Bitches in Lust"? Yeah, that's really literature!

It is! There are all sorts of literature! It doesn't just have to be like, novels. Short stories count, too!

Right. So, the fact that you're putting yourself and Xander in those ' short stories' as the lead players has NOTHING to do with it, right? Or the fact that it's suddenly becomes like humid between your thighs? Or that …

Stop, Ok! I get it! Willow looks up, and across the room, seeing Xander staring out in space. She imagines him naked. Then she imagines herself naked, sitting on his lap, doing the bouncy bounce. She goes totally red. I'm a bad girl. A bad, bad girl.

" What're you looking at?" A voice startles her. Then she realizes it's not addressed to her, but the person in front of her.

Cordelia Chase.

Hmmm?

She looks up, and pretending to look at her own screen, eavesdrops.

" Hmmm… what?" Cordy looks up, seeing Harmony standing next to her. " Nothing" She tries to close the browser, but Harmony's hand stops her.

" You're so not looking at nothing," Harmony butchers the sentence, looking at Cordy's screen. " Oh, my god! Cordy!" Harmony stares at the screen. " That is sooo…"

Cordy feels a dragon crawl into her stomach. She shrinks down, ready to die…

" … awesome!"

Huh? What?

" Right," Cordy changes tack instantly. " Really hot, huh? I crossed this site while doing a search for the assignment for class. Pretty erotic literature, huh?" She snickers.

On Cordy's screen is a website with pictures of Leather Girls, dressed in full regalia.

" I thought I'd look totally hot in one of those," She grins wickedly, pointing at the screen. " Could you see Billy Peter's face if I showed up in that for the Homecoming dance?" Cordy giggles.

" Oh god, he'd die!"

" Oh yeah," Cordy sniggers," and thought he'd gotten a first class ticket to heaven."

" You wouldn't!" Harmony protests. Then she looks at Cordy. " Would you?"

" I don't know…" Cordy looks as if she's thinking about it. Then she smiles. " Probably not," She wrinkles her nose. " Kinda slutty. But boy, I'd love to see the expression on his face."

" I don't know if I'd be looking at his face," Harmony says, a slightly salacious gleam in her eye.

" What do you mean?"

" Well, I heard gossip…" She leans over and whispers in Cordy's ear, and holds her hand apart. Cordy's eyes open wide.

" you're kidding!"

" I swear! Bobby Jackson said so!"

" Hmmm… maybe I should think about it, " She looks at the cat suit models again. " Naaaw"

Both girls giggle.

" Harmony Kendall?" Mrs. Jones, the teacher, calls out." Are you done with your work?"

" Uh… Uh… no… I was just asking Cordy about something."

" Well, you can do that after class. Get back to your seat, please!"

Harmony makes a sad face, and walks away.

Cordy lets out a sigh of relief. God, if Harmony had a clue of what I was doing, I'd be toast. Thank god that girl doesn't have a clue, period!!!

Cordy turns back to the screen, and looks at the pictures of the Dommes, her mouth getting a little dry. In her minds eye, she sees Faith dressed in leather, standing over her, holding a riding crop. Tingles shoot through her body, and her breathing gets heavier.

God, I'm sick, sick, SICK! She moans internally, not able to take her eyes from the pictures. What's wrong with me?

Nothing, dummy. You just like it Her little voice insides teases her. You love the idea of her standing over you, whip in hand, ready to punish you!

I so don't! That's just…

What you want. Go on, look at them. You want to, you know you do!

Cordy hits the back button on the browser, and this one is a page of subs, all bound and tied.

Makes you hot, doesn't it baby, being that way. All tied up, helpless. Faith can use you any way she wants… and you want her to use you, don't you?

No! NO! That's…

How come you're damp, baby?

Shit, shut up!

Cordy's a dirty nasty slut! Wants to be used and all tied up! She's just horny everybody knows. Wants to lick Faith's pretty little toes!

Stop IT! Cordy feels her neck flush warm. That's so not true.

Then why're you looking at this stuff, huh?

Cordy, in a pique, clicks the browser closed. I'm not looking now!

But you want to, slutty.

She looks around, feeling embarrassed. God, I'm going nuts! She's driving me nuts!

Sighing, she opens another browser window, and brings up the search page. She types in " BDSM", leaning close so no one can see her screen. Then she hits the search button. A page of results pops up, and she scans them quickly, all the time looking around in front of her.God, if anyone saw this…

DomSub.info. Dominance and submission for the real world. Her eyes stop on this link. What?

She clicks the link, and starts looking over the page. Introduction. Ok, maybe I can get some answers here. She clicks to the intro page.

Hee, hee. Look at you go. Little slut wants to know

SHUT UP!

She starts reading, her mouth hanging just a little open. Her head slowly shakes back and forth, as if in disbelief.

I never knew there was so much …oh my god… Mistress? I'm supposed to call her Mistress? No way! This has got to be… oh… what's this? 10 tips for a Novice submissive… hmmm…

She clicks the link, and starts digging into the article.

She has no idea that right behind her, Willow is watching everything she's doing. Her eyes go wide when she sees the page Cordy is reading.

Hmmm. Well, now isn't this interesting. Cordelia, reading about Dominance and submission.

What exactly happened at Faith's last night?

Hmmm.

6

Buffy Summers sits quietly on the park bench, hands clasped in her lap. She's watching the kids playing on the swings and monkey bars, and wishes she were a kid again.

Anything so she could put the last week out of her mind.

Her world is falling apart around her, and she feels all alone.

Vampires attacked the school dance. The only way she could defeat the group was to burn down the school gym. Of course, she couldn't tell anyone why she burned it down. That would give away her secret: being the Slayer. So, when they caught her, they expelled her.

She couldn't tell anyone why she did it. She made up a lame excuse about asbestos, and having to burn it down to save the kids , but that didn't wash. With anyone. Especially her parents.

And that, she knows in her heart, was the final straw. All the trouble she's been getting in lately ; the fights, the cutting class, now this? It was the reason her parents were splitting up. Or at least, one of the reasons. A big reason. They were getting a divorce.

And it was all her fault. She knew it, she just knew it. They thought she was acting out, being bad for attention. They fought about it all the time. All the time. He knows her dad hates her. I make him sick, and that's why he's leaving mom. He can't stand me, and blames her. I wish I could tell them what I am, but Merrick won't let me. He says I'll put them at risk if they know what I am. What about our family? That's majorly at risk.

I can't think about that. I'm the slayer. The Chosen One. I've gotta make sacrifices. For the greater good.

Great, so dad hates me, and mom is embarrassed by me. Wonderful. Now mom is saying that we're going to have to move. Because of what I did. So, I guess, I give up my friends too. Not that that's much to give up. Don't have any friends anymore, anyway. Pretty much lost those after the whole Burn down the Gym incident. No one wants to be seen with me. I'm like… a social disease. Well, certainly social suicide.

Slayer doesn't need friends. Not supposed to have friends. That's what Merrick says. Being my friend? Real suicide. Can get dead, real fast hanging with me.

So, we're moving. That's what mom says. Some town up the coast called Sunnydale. Oh, just swell. Bet the kids there are really hip. Probably wear overalls and chew on straws. Betcha Stryper's really big there. The only things that hip-hop there are probably the frogs.

Great. No family, no friends, now, no malls. What the hell more do I have to give up?

" Penny for your thoughts, Summers, " A voice behind her startles her. She looks up to see Billy Fordham standing behind her, carrying two cups. "Well, ok, with inflation, would you accept a mocha?" He grins.

She turns away, because she doesn't want him to see her tears. Ford, guessing wrong, frowns.

" Are you still mad at me, Buff?" He sits at the other end of the bench. " I'm really sorry I said those things. I guess… I don't know, it was just so hard to grasp, you know? But, I really do believe you, Buffy. I believe you."

Buffy is still turned away, biting hard on her lip to keep from crying.

" I guess I really blew it, huh?" Ford says, when Buffy doesn't respond." I guess in a way, I was jealous, you know? Here you are, already all buff, Buffy, and really cool and all. Now you get these like super powers. I figured you probably didn't need me anymore. "

Ford starts to lose heart as Buffy remains quiet.

" I guess maybe you don't really need me anymore. But I'd really like to see if there isn't a way we can like make it up? I'd really like to be your friend again, Buffy. I know, I don't deserve it, not after not believing in you and all, but I'd really like to try." He reaches over, and sets down a cup. " I brought a peace offering. A cup of Mocha. All the sugary, caffeine-y goodness." He sighs. " What do you say, Summers?"

He almost falls off the bench when the tiny tornado known as Buffy Summers almost throws herself into his lap. As it is, his mocha goes flying, and he's sitting there, stunned when Buffy is laying kisses all over his face.

"Buffy… Buffy! What?" He's grinning broadly and laughing. " What's this about?"

"Oh, Ford! God, do you know you're just perfect?" She says, nuzzling his neck. " I've missed you sooo much!"

Ford feels her tears on his neck, and he gently chucks up her chin, seeing her cheeks wet with tears.

" Buffy, what's up? What's wrong?" Ford asks, his laughter dying and being replaced with concern.

" Oh, nothing," a sob escapes Buffy, " just my life."

She tells him about the vampires, and how she had to burn down the gym, and how she got expelled for it. How her parents are breaking up, mostly because of her, and how her dad hates her now, and how they're moving away, because her mom is embarrassed by her.

" Buffy, I know it's rough, but you can't blame yourself for your parent's divorce. I'm sure there's other things…"

" No, well, yes, ok, I'm sure too, but I know I'm a big part of it Ford. My dad hates me, Ford."

"Buffy, now I know that's not true."

" He won't look at me, Ford. He won't look at me, or talk to me. He just turns away when I come into the room. He's disgusted with me," Her face bunches up, as is she's going to cry again. " And mom? She doesn't say it, but I know she's so disappointed in me. I can see it in her eyes, when she looks at me. I've screwed everything up, Ford. My life, their lives, their marriage. How can they even stand to be with me?" She turns away, looking at her feet. " Maybe it would've been better if I'd died in the gym fire…"

Ford grabs her, and turns her to him. He shakes her. " Summers! Don't you ever say that! EVER! God, if you died, I…" he trails off, not wanting to think about that. "Buffy, you've got it wrong. I'm sorry, but you do. No one could know you and not love you, Buffy. It's just not possible. Something else is going on with your dad and mom, it's not you! " He stares straight into her eyes. "Do you get that? It's NOT you!"

Buffy looks at him, really looks at him, and her expression changes. It's as if a switch has been turned on inside her. Her whole face seems to light up.

" Ford?"

" Yeah?" Ford growls a little bit, trying to cover up what he just put out there. He turns away from her.

" Billy? Look at me, please?" Buffy says, her tone soft.

" What, Summers?" Ford turns back.

" Do you love me, Billy?"

Ford doesn’t say anything. He can't. He can't take it if she laughs at him.

" … cuz, you see, Billy, I've had this major crush on you for years, but lately, it's been a whole lot more. That's why it hurt so bad when you laughed at me, Billy. Or, at least I thought you were laughing at me… see, Billy, I think maybe I… oh god, don't leave me hanging out here, Ford. Do you love me… too?"

" Only for the last couple of years, " Ford says, softly. " before that, I was only really, really fond of you." He takes a deep breath. " See, thing is, you're like mega-popular girl. Fiesta queen, and all that stuff, and you know, cheerleader; and I was kinda plain old Billy Fordham. Kinda nothing, really. So, I figured what could you like see in me?"

" Gee, I dunno, Billy," Buffy moves back into Ford's lap, slipping her arms around his neck. " Maybe the sweetest, sexiest, bestest guy ever?" She moves closer, putting her cheek next to his. She whispers in his ear. " I'd really kinda like to kiss you now…" She pulls back, and touches her lips to his. Then touches them again… then she holds them there, pulling him tighter into the kiss. They break the kiss.

" Oh my god, that was… I mean it was…" Ford stammers.

" Ford? No speak, just kiss, " Buffy says, as she pulls him into another, longer, much more passionate kiss. When this kiss breaks, they barely pull away, both panting.

" You know, we're kind of morons," Buffy says, softly, her lips brushing Ford's.

" Huh?" Ford isn't thinking to well. He has Buffy lips on the brain. Very fatal to thinking.

" We should've been doing this years ago," Buffy breathes, then returns for another, long , wet, passionate kiss.

" Billy," She says into his mouth, because neither really wants to break the kiss.

" What, Buff?" Billy's lips move against hers.

She pulls back a bit.

" I'm really, really loving the kissing, " She says softly, " but…" She grabs his hand, and places it on her breast," … I'd really, really like to do more…"

Ford hesitates.

" Buffy, should we, I mean, really? With everything going on right now?"

" Ford," She moves closer, kissing his neck. " I really don't want to be a slayer right now, or a girl who's been expelled, or who's parents are getting a divorce, " She looks up into his eyes, " I just want to be a girl in love. Held and loved by her lover. Can you do that?"

Ford doesn't answer. Instead, he scoops Buffy up, and lifting her, stands up. He looks a little confused.

" Billy!" Buffy laughs, " What're you doing?"

" Frankly, Summers? I really don't know. I kinda … well, I thought we'd go to my car, and then… we'd figure out where to go from there."

" You don't have to carry me, Billy," Buffy teases him. " I can walk." But then she just snuggles closer. " Ok, you can carry me, " She giggles, hugging him.

Billy, smiling broadly, carrying the petite blonde in his arms, starts walking towards his car.

Strangely, she doesn't seem to weigh an ounce.

He's never felt stronger in his life.

7

Cordelia Chase has never been more confused in her life.

Instead of clearing things up for her, those sites she investigated only clouded the issue more.

Walking down the hall, heading towards the school library, she ponders what she's read.

Domme? Sub? Slave… ok, hold it. Cordelia Chase? Nobody's slave. Let's just get that straight from the start. Bondage. Discipline. Ok, now, that I had. In spades. Sado- masochism? No, don't think so. Or, god, I got so fucking wet last night, maybe yes? Total transfer of Power? 24/7? Collaring ceremonies? Cuffs? Whips? Ok, this is just waaay too much to take in at one time.

God, what have I gotten myself into? I mean, I always thought of myself as a pretty normal girl. Ok, rich, sure. Popular, you bet. Mega hot, well, that goes without saying. But I've always been on top. Always taken care of things around me. My Cordettes, my friends, always I've been the one to lead. That should make me a natural Domme, right? I mean, if I read that stuff right, right?

Yet, when I get around HER, all of a sudden, I just want to please her. I want to do whatever she wants me to do. Cordy shivers, as if the thought is so alien, it's scary. I see her, and like I'm putty. For her to mold any way she wants. But, no, I'm ME! I'm Cordelia Chase. That means something! I can't just sublimate myself to her. Can I? Should I? NO! Yes, oh god, I don't know. I don’t know what I want.

I got to talk to her about this. She's gotta know more about what's going on than I do.

Uhhh… remember this morning, Cordy? She didn't seem all that talkative then. What makes you think she wants to talk now? Well, she's darned well going to have to talk to me now! I'm not going around feeling like this, and let her just get away with it. Uh-uh.

Feeling like what? Confused? Not in control? Face it, Cordy. She scares you silly, you can't peg her, you can't intimidate her… and you love it. You absolutely love it! You love not having to make the decisions, not having to worry about it. You love feeling scared, feeling like someone wants to push you down and take you . You love being dominated!

I don't! I… oh god, do I? I don't know! I'm so confused. All I know is when she's there, looking at me, or down on me, or whatever, I have this feeling that I was born to please her. That I'd crawl on my tummy and kiss her cute little toes if she'd let me. And I want to …this is sick! This isn't me! I Cordelia Chase! I don't crawl to anyone.

Except her. When she wants me. Oh god!

Cordelia comes to the library doors. She stops, and straightens up, putting her best ' I'm in charge here' 'tude on. Even from here, she can here that loud, beat heavy music she uses to work out with playing. She looks in through the portals in the doors. Without realizing it, she runs her tongue over her lips, wetting them.

Faith is inside, doing step aerobics , seemingly oblivious to anything or anyone around her. She's dressed in a wife beater ( which the sweat has made semi transparent; Cordy can see her sports bra clearly) and a pair of sweat pants.

Cordy watches her, and feels all the tingles shooting through her body. She's a goddess. She's so… so… STOP IT! Quit getting quivery, get your ass in there, and let her know what's what! Quit standing here getting horny and wet!

Cordelia realizes she's already at a disadvantage because her traitorous body has betrayed her, making her thighs damp. Shit!

She pushes through the doors, and strides quickly over to where Faith is working out. She stands there for a moment, waiting for Faith to recognize her. She can smell the combination of perspiration, Faith's native odor, and some other, indefinable odor coming off her. All combine to send more tingles to her deep down low. She feels major tingling happening. Stop it! STOP IT! She screams at her body. I'm in charge here!

"Excuse me," Cordy says, her tone taking on a snarky edge. " Faith! Excuse me!"

Faith keeps on doing her routine, doing her best to ignore her. Right now the last thing she wants to deal with is Cordelia Chase!

Cordelia, frustrated at being ignored, moves in front of Faith and crosses her arms over her chest. " Ahem! EXCUSE ME!" She almost shouts.

Faith lets out a loud, exasperated sigh, and stopping her routine, leans over to lower the music. She stands staring at Cordelia, her expression tight.

" Is there ever any excuse for you, Cor?" Faith asks, teasing her slightly. " Don't you like have some freshman to terrorize or something!"

Faith stands there, slightly breathless, waiting for a snarky reply.

Cordelia suddenly flashes on Faith standing there in front of her, naked and sweaty, and she has a strong, almost overwhelming urge to fall on her knees, crawl over to her and bury her face in her… STOP THAT!

Cordelia, flustered and confused, aware of the time passing, unable to think of anything clever to riposte with, finally just blurts out.

" I'm NOT calling you Mistress!"

Faith, startled by the outburst, totally confused on how Cordy's mind is working, deep in her own shit, stares at her as if she grew a third eye right in the center of her forehead.

" WHAT?" Oh geeze. Has she gone nuts? What is she talking about?

" And another thing. Just because you're top, doesn't mean you can just hit me any old time you want to. Like last night…"

Aw crap! She's pissed about that!

" …ok, maybe I had that coming. I admit… I've acted sorta kinda bratty. But that doesn't give you permission to just do that any old time. Understand?"

" Look, Cor… about that…"

" Hey, I'm talking here!" Cordy interrupts her," If you think I'm going to go around wearing cuffs and chains and kneel in public and stuff like that? Well, you better think again! I'm not somebody's pet, understand?"

" Cor, look, we really need to talk…"

" In a minute, ok? Can you just stop interrupting me? And hey, this isn't no 24/7 arrangement, get me? I'm me, and I've got things I do that I'm not giving up for you, and furthermore, if you think you can just get away with treating me… Ummmmph!!!!"

Faith, exasperated at not being able to get a word in edgewise, shuts Cordelia up the only way she can think of. She walks over, grabs her and kisses her, plugging her mouth with her tongue.

" Whaaaa ...?" Cordy briefly struggles, her arms flying this way and that. Then her arms seem to find their way around Faith's neck, and a definite happy noise is heard to come out of her.

Faith breaks the kiss, and Cordelia stands there, looking wide eyed and stunned. She has a happy-goofy look on her face.

" Why'd you do that?" She says softly.

" I had to shut you up!" Faith growls playfully. " You were on a Queen C tirade, and I couldn't think of any other way to get a word in edgewise."

" Oh. Ok." She says, completely compliant. She flings her arms around Faith's neck, and kisses her again.

Faith briefly kisses her, then gently pushes her away.

" Cor, we gotta talk about this."

" Ok," Cordy says, almost as if in a spell. Then she leans in to kiss Faith again, but Faith stops her, putting her fingers to Cordelia's lips. " Now, Cor."

" Oh, ok, " Cordy stands, totally compliant, waiting instruction.

Oh, boy, Faith sighs. She takes Cordy's hand, and starts to lead her down the stacks.

" Where are you taking me?" Cordy seems to wake from a dream.

" Back here. Thought we might need a little privacy, "Faith says, quietly. " I'm pretty sure you don't want to be seen talking to me, right?"

" Oh, right, " Cordy nods. She follows along like a child after her parent.

Faith reaches the back wall, and opens a closet door. She leads Cordy inside, turning on the light and closing the door.

" This is dark and dusty," Cordelia comments, a little of the queen c coming back.

" Well, we could talk about this in the student quad outside. Nice and sunny there."

" Ah, no, this is fine, just fine," Cordy smiles, not sure if Faith is kidding, or will drag her out into the quad. Strangely, that idea excites her.

Faith moves closer to Cordelia, raising her hand to touch her cheek. Cordy flinches, and Faith feels a little ice in her stomach.

" Cor, don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you, " Faith says gently, laying her palm on Cordy's cheek. Cordy sighs a little, and leans on Faith's palm.

" Are you ok?" Faith continues, caressing Cordy's cheek.

" Hmmm? Oh, yes, I'm fine," Cordy smiles, loving the caress. She rubs her cheek against Faith's palm.

" How's the…" She takes her other hand and gently pats Cordy's butt. Cordy winces a little. " Still sore?"

" A little," Cordy nods, frowning. "I'm sorry."

Faith shakes her head. She cups Cordy's head with both hands.

"Don't be sorry, " Faith says. She kisses Cordy lightly on the lips.

" What're we doing here?" Cordy asks, feeling unbalanced, like she's on slippery ground. " Does this mean anything. You and me, I mean?"

" God, I don't have a clue, Cor, " Faith says, " I know … I want to figure it out. I really don't have the answers, but I'd like to find out. How 'bout you?" She leans in on Cordelia, one arm on the wall , the other around her waist.

Cordelia feels the familiar pounding of her heart. Her breathing gets shallower, as if Faith being so close is sucking away her oxygen. She feels a little dizzy. She licks her lips, and looks into Faith's eyes.

" I'm scared. I don’t know what's happening here. I've never felt like this before." Her voice cracks. " I'm so not understanding this. All I know is when I'm with you, I want to please you, make you happy." She closes her eyes, trying to catch a deep breath. " When I'm not with you, I think about you all the time. What's wrong with me?"

" Don't know," Faith says, truthfully," All I know is…" she leans in closer,"… you make me feel special" She whispers softly in Cordelia's ear.

Her hand slips off Cordy's waist, and gently sculpts over the curve of her ass. She moved it down, her fingers tickling over the back of Cordy's thigh. Cordy gasps slightly. Faith smiles.

" Do you like that?" Faith says, her hand starting to travel up Cordy's skirt. Cordelia shivers.

" A lot," Cordy breathes, feeling Faith's fingers slip under her panties. " Oh god, what're you going to do?" Her own hands slide over Faith's shoulders, down her sides, and land on her hips.

" What do you want me to do?" Faith asks, moving her mouth closer to Cordelia's. She touches the tip of her tongue to Cordelia's lips. Her finger strokes over Cordelia's damp lips. " Tell me, " Faith says, her lips caressing against Cordelia's.

" Oh, god, please, put it in me, " Cordy breathes, pulling Faith closer. " God I need it so bad," She whimpers, her legs moving apart.

" Greedy little girl," Faith smiles, and as her lips press against Cordy's, her finger slips into her. Cordy moans softly, opening her mouth. Faith slips her tongue in.

Cordy sucks on Faith's tongue greedily as Faith's finger gently wriggles inside her. A soft, deep, happy moan comes from her, and the kiss intensifies, Cordy sliding her tongue into Faith's mouth.

The kiss breaks, and Cordy lays her head on Faith's shoulder, panting against her neck. Faith feels Cordelia's hand slide under the waistband of her sweatpants, and slide down to her own damp mound.

" Did I say you could do that?" Faith pants softly, her own heat rising.

" N-No," Cordy mumbles into Faith's neck. " don't you want me to touch you?"

" When I tell you, Cor. Not before, " Faith says, starting to hump her fingers in Cordy. Cordy pants deeper, but withdraws her hand.

" That's a good girl," Faith licks Cordy's neck, which causes her to shiver. " Good girls are rewarded." Faith gently rubs a circle around Cordy's swollen clit.

" Oh, god…." Cor whispers, " Oh Faith god that's sooo good…"

" Open your blouse, Cor," Faith whispers in her ear.

" What?" Cor says, her hips starting to wiggle.

" Open your blouse, baby, " Faith says, " I want to see your breasts."

" Oh shit," Cordy moans. Just the idea of Faith looking at her, lusting for her, causes her to leak harder. She takes her hands off Faith, and fumbling her buttons, finally gets her blouse open. Faith glances down, and smiles.

" Somebody's a very excited slut," She chortles, noticing the bra has a front clasp. " Undo it baby. My hand's busy" She humps her hand faster.

Cordelia somehow manages the clasp, and the cups fall to the side, revealing her firm breasts. The nipples are taut and erect, and Faith lowers her head, taking one in her mouth.

" Ooooo" Cordy groans as hot electrical jolts slam straight into her overheated pussy. Her head lolls back on the wall, and she closes her eyes." God, you're sooo… I love you sooo much, Faith" She brings her hands around to cradle Faith's head against her breast.

Faith's tongue swirls around Cordy's erect nipple, causing little mewling sounds out of Cordelia. She bites on the nub, sending a shiver through Cordelia, and causing her to groan.

" Do you like that, you nasty girl? Does that feel good?" Faith mumbles, keeping Cordy's breast in her mouth.

" Oh yeah, I love… god, yes!" Cordy mewls as Faith sucks on her breast. " Love that. LOVE THAT!"

Cordelia's hips are starting to push against Faith's hand, her muscles trying to grip the fingers. Her body starts to shake and shiver, and she feels her knees starting to weaken.

" I'm gonna fall, " She whispers out, her knees starting to shake. " I can't stand up…"

Faith releases Cordy's breast, and pulls Cordelia up close to her. She cradles Cordy's bottom under her arm, holding her like a child on her hip. Cordy's arms go around Faith's neck. Faith returns her mouth to Cordy's succulent breasts.

Faith's hand is relentless, and she starts to stroke Cordy's clit with her thumb. She bites Cordy's nipple, gently at first, then strokes her clit again. Cordy shivers, loving the contrast of pain and pleasure. She lets out a low, deep moan, and clings to Faith, her eyes closed. Faith bites her nipple again, harder, and Cordy yips in pain, then coos when Faith's thumb caresses her clit.

" Do you love that, slut? Do you love how that feels, you nasty girl?" Faith growls playfully, biting and pulling Cordy's nipple, and then stroking her clit.

" G-God y-yes, Faith oh god that feels… oh my god…." Cor pants harder, leaning in so her breast brushes Faith's mouth. Faith bites it, getting a yowl of pain, followed by a lower, deeper yowl of pleasure when she pinches Cordy's clit.

" Oh baby, oh BABY I'm gonna cum!" Cordy is almost bouncing on Faith's arm, her hips wiggling madly on her fingers.

" That's right, Cor," Faith whispers into Cordy's ear as her body shakes and quivers against her. " Come for me, you little slut. Come hard, that's it, babe." She keeps slamming her fingers into Cordelia, keeps stroking her clit as Cordelia almost collapses against her, her hips still rocking. " Like that, you nasty slut? Like what I do to you? Is this what you want?"

" Yes, " Cordy, almost out of her mind, her body having a mind of it's own, hisses in Faith's ear. " Fuck me so good I love it I love you god it's heaven oh god oh god not again oh god god oooh ohhh aaahhhh" She bites her lip not to scream as the second orgasm hits her.

Faith bites hard on her nipple, and Cordy's orgasm is so huge, she feels as if her brain is exploding.

Faith slips her fingers out of Cordy's pussy, and grabbing her with both arms, holds her against herself as Cordy shakes and quivers, clinging tightly to her and moaning and crying and laughing. She wraps her legs around Faith's hips and lays her head on Faith's shoulder, her body shaking .

Finally she calms down, and just holds onto Faith, her body pressed against her. Her breathing becomes more regular, and Faith gently sets her back on the floor. Cordy leans heavily against her, still shaky.

" Did you like that, baby? Did it make you feel good?" Faith murmurs softly in her ear.

" OH god, Faith, that was sooo… sooo…"

" Are you my slutty girl, Cor? Are you my toy?"

" Oh yes, god yes, I'm whatever you want me to be." Cordy coos, rubbing her arms over Faith's back.

" Who owns you, Cor?"

Despite what just happened, Cordelia hesitates. I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I can let her own me like this…

" Cor?" Faith's voice grows firmer, an edge in her tone. " Who owns you?"

" I… I…" Cordelia is stuck.

"Wrong answer," Faith rears back, and her hand slaps Cordelia ass. Cordy moans, tears starting fresh in her eyes. " Who owns you, bitch?"

Cordy says nothing. She just stands there, eyes averted.

Faith releases her, and steps back. Her expression is tight.

" Fine. Ok, I get it. You didn't mean it earlier. You don't want this, fine," Faith opens the door. " Get out."

" Faith, no… I love you, please…" Cordelia starts towards her, trying to put her arms around Faith.

Faith shoves her away. She closes the door.

" I wouldn't make you say it in public, Cordelia. I wouldn’t make you acknowledge it in public. Not unless you wanted to. But, when we're alone, in private. I expect you to be my bitch. Get it?" She softens her tone." I can't… I won't do this alone, Cor. You have to make a choice."

" I just… Faith, I'm so scared. This is so … different. I just can't… " Cordelia turns the heat on Faith. " You don't even say you love me. Do you know that? How do I know what you feel?" Cordy looks at her. " How am I supposed to commit, if you don’t?"

Faith walks over to Cordelia, and cups her face. " Cor, I don't say ' I love you' casually. I won't say it that way. Right now, I can't say it. You have to trust me a little, baby, " Faith says softly, " I want to continue this, but asking me to say something that I don't know you well enough to say? I can't." She kisses Cordelia lightly on the lips. " I care about you, Cor. I have feelings for you. But I don't know if it's love or not, and I'm not going to lie to you. So what's the answer, Cor? Are you my bitch? Do you want this or not?"

" I…I just don't know…" Cordy shakes her head, still cupped in Faith's hands. "I…"

" It's no, then." Faith drops her hands, and walks back to the door. " Let me know if you change your mind."

Before Cordy can speak, she's out the door.

Fool! Moron! Idiot! Run after her, get down on your knees and crawl to her. Beg her forgiveness! You're LOSING HER!

Cordy doesn't move. She shakes her head.

I can't. I just can't.

She goes to the door, turns out the light, and leaves.

8

" Well now isn't this interesting?"

Cornell stares fascinated as he watches her daughter having an orgasm at the hands of the other young woman in the closet at the school library.

The mystic pool had been very expensive to create. He'd had to fly in mystics from Nepal and other remote places, obtain rather rare and sometimes gruesome ingredients, and had to modify the mansion extensively to give it a secret, secure place to 'live', so to speak.

Yet now, it seems to be paying off. In spades.

" So this is why my little Cordy girl was so different this morning. Why her aura seemed different. I'm glad I cast that tracking spell on her now. Seems my girl has bagged herself something special. Wait… what's this?"

He watches as the two girls start to argue, and finally one, the other one, leaves. He watches as his daughter stands there, looking puzzled and hurt. The light in the closet goes off, and the pool goes dark.

Cornell leans back, thinking about what occurred. Standing up, he walks over and sheds the robe he's wearing, revealing his usual expensive business suit beneath. He opens the door, and steps out into the corridor leading to his study.

Walking along the corridor, he mulls over what he's seen.

So, Cordy's in love… or lust, at least. I wonder if she knows exactly who she's fallen for?

Cornell did. The aura around her was unmistakable. A slayer. Supposedly, THE Slayer. The one and only.

He recognized it. From observing Buffy. She had the same aura around her. It had been faint at first, indicating she was merely a potential.

But then Merrick had called him, informing him that Buffy had been called. That had puzzled Cornell, because there was still an active, very alive Slayer in Sunnydale. At least, rumors spoke of a slayer, and that would explain how Aurelius' Harvest was interrupted.

The slayer hadn't died, yet Buffy had come into her powers. That anomaly kept playing over in Cornell's mind since the event happened just a couple of days ago. It had forced Cornell to change his plans, speeding things up.

His original plans had called for having Buffy here, and performing the ritual of the Watchers upon her, thereby having complete control over her. Now that was changed, and he didn't understand why.

A new one is called when the old one dies. Yet, it seems the ' old one ' is very much alive. And fucking my daughter.

He reaches his office, and closing the secret panel in his study, walks to his desk and sits down.

The events of the last few days have been very disturbing. First, Buffy is activated early. For some reason, she becomes a slayer, even though his spies around town told him the current slayer was still alive. Strange. Very strange. That had called for some last minute changes to his plans. That had distracted him sufficiently to be unaware of the next thing.

Aurelius' attempt to escape his prison by invoking the Harvest. Cornell had been so wrapped up in his own plans, he'd almost missed that. As it was, he was unable to stop it from going forward. Fortunately the slayer had put the brakes on that, and Cornell had arranged for Aurelius' escape, and current confinement.

Then Cordelia hadn't come home last night… She thinks I don't know that… and was acting differently. Almost as if she glowed. And he'd been immediately aware of a change in her aura. It went from a deep red to a light purple. After the little show this afternoon, he understood why. His little daughter had bagged the slayer. Or, was it the other way around? It certainly seemed the slayer was calling the shots, setting the rules. Still, he could see the Slayer had been affected by her contact with his daughter. It was still very unexpected.

He suddenly recalls the conversation he had with her nearly a week ago. About the slayer. At the time, he just thought she'd heard rumors, and had dismissed it, convincing her that the slayer was a myth like the Easter bunny or the tooth fairy. He grins, feeling an emotion close to pride. My little girl tricked me! Lied to me! Obviously, this thing with the slayer has been going on for awhile. He nodded to himself. A chip off the old block. Devious and underhanded. Makes a father proud.

So my little girl has her hooks in the slayer. This could be good, very good. I was getting a little worried, but this might be perfect. She can keep the slayer distracted. Unaware of what's really happening in Sunnydale.

Still, I wish I knew why Buffy was activated. That wasn't supposed to happen until she got here. He looks up, a small chill going down his back. I wonder if somehow the Powers have become aware of … no, that's impossible. I done everything right, used dark magics to mask my actions. No, something else caused this. It changes things, but doesn't ruin them.

He can't get the unease completely out of his mind, however, and decides to make a call. Dialing a number, he waits patiently for the line to be answered.

" Hello?" A familiar voice comes over the phone.

" Merrick, hello," Cornell says warmly.

" Mr. Chase, sir," Merrick replies, a little nervously. He's well aware Cornell Chase doesn't make social calls. " How can I help you sir?"

The man's a toad. Doesn't he have any spine at all? Cornell wonders at the obsequiousness.

" I wanted to thank you for those pictures of Buffy you faxed me," Cornell says, picking up the pages of photographs of Buffy. He leers at them. " She is quite the fetching child, isn't she?" He pretends this is the first he's seen of her.

" Ah, yes, I suppose, sir. I hadn't really noticed."

Sure you haven't, you pervert. I know all about your ' special collection'.

" Oh come now, Merrick, surely even you must have noticed what a delicious bit of womanhood Buffy is, " Cornell chuckles softly, " Wouldn't she just be a tasty little treat? Those nice little curves, and that tight little body. Hmmm… just look at those perky little breasts. Yes, indeed, she is something."

Merrick feels the beads of sweat on his forehead. He doesn't dare acknowledge his own fantasies he's had about the blonde girl.

" Yes, sir. She's quite athletic, very dedicated to her training. She's doing remarkably well."

" Oh for heaven's sake, Merrick, " Cornell says, a little impatiently." She's a very pretty little girl. She reminds me a lot of her mother Joyce, when she was younger. Indeed, Joyce is still quite the woman." More so, when I have her in my bed again. " I know Joyce is quite the tigress when she's brought to the right frame of mind. I'm betting Buffy would be rather the soft, sweet little bed kitten, with claws." Cornell licks his lips, definitely wanting a taste.

" Sir, I'm not sure it's appropriate to discuss her in that way," Merrick says, his voice catching. He's having his own little fantasies running madly through his head.

" Oh, Merrick. You're such the puritan. Now there was a bunch of repressed… oh, never mind. Give me your report man. Has she been training well? Have you taken her on patrol yet?"

"Yes to both, sir. She's a natural. She takes to training like a duck to water…"

" Or a pussycat to a bowl of cream?" Cornell asks, knowing he's torturing Merrick a little. He enjoys that.

" Ah, yes. And I took her on patrol last night. She dusted to vampires very handily, sir."

”Excellent, Merrick, " Cornell says, feeling a father's pride, " I'm very pleased to hear our girl is coming along." He picks up one of the photo's of Buffy, one showing her doing the splits. Hmmm, very tasty. " So, Merrick. How is her mental training progressing?"

Merrick pauses briefly. " It's coming along, sir. A little slower than I expected. She can be stubborn."

Cornell's eyes narrow, and his lips tighten. " this is not good new, Merrick. You've had a lot longer to work on her mental state, than her physical prowess, " Cornell's tone takes on a disapproving edge. " This is not what I wanted to hear."

" I'm sorry, sir. I'm doing everything I can," Merrick sweats." I just need more time to …"

" There isn't more time, " Cornell cuts him off, " Have you been feeding her the drugs I gave you?"

" Yes sir, in the doses your prescribed."

" Maybe we'll have to up the dose somewhat. Just be careful. I want her compliant, not a vegetable."

" Yes sir, I'll monitor her closely."

Cornell senses Merrick is holding something back.

" Was there anything else to report?"

" Well, sir, yes, actually, " Merrick gulps. He knows Cornell isn't going to like this. " It seems Buffy has… well, she's been… I believe she's fallen in love, sir."

There's a long pause. Merrick feels his stomach tighten.

" Fallen in love," Cornell's voice is soft, dangerously soft. " When did this happen?"

" Ummm… I'm not exactly sure, sir. But she's well, been asking things… that indicate that… oh dear. I don't think she's a virgin any longer, Mr. Chase." Merrick braces for the explosion.

" WHAT!?!?!" Cornell almost roars over the phone. " YOU MORON! She's had… are you sure?"

" Pretty sure, sir. Her questions rather point in that direction."

Cornell picks a statuette off his desk, and crushes it to powder. He takes a few deep breaths, then trusts himself to speak.

" You utter moron," He says, quietly, " what in hell do I pay you for? Maybe I should just send you to hell, so we can find out!"

Merrick gulps. He knows the retirement plan on leaving Cornell's employ involves a flaming parachute. He doesn't do well in hot weather. Not well at all.

" Fix this, Merrick," Cornell continues, " I don't care how you do it. Just take care of it. This has to end. NOW!"

" Yes, sir, " Merrick almost squeaks out his response.

" This might explain why she's been so resistant to the training, Merrick. A girl in love is a very dangerous thing. Especially to our plans. She needs to feel isolated, alone. Is. That. Clear?"

" Don't worry, sir. I'm already working on it. This problem will disappear, very shortly."

" Good, very good, Merrick," Cornell gets his temper back under control. " I'm glad I can count on you. I'd hate to have to replace you at this late date."

Merrick can feel the flames licking at his butt.

" How is her home life, Merrick," Cornell changes the subject.

" A disaster, sir. Her parents are ready to split up. I of course, put myself in the position of being a ' concerned' friend."

" Ah, well, at least that part of the plan is running smoothly, " Cornell sighs." Though it was just too easy. Hank Summers always did consider himself a Lothario. What a joke! But, that succubus I sent to seduce him has all but destroyed any thoughts he has of his family. He's ready to run away with her… live happily ever after." Cornell chuckles. " Hope he enjoys that last fuck!"

Both men laugh.

" Now, take care of this little problem, and see to it that it really hurts her. I want her to pay for her little peccadillo," Cornell's voice is hard. " Also, see that she's prepared when she comes up to Sunnydale. I want her ready for…well, never you mind. Just see to it. Understood?" Cornell's voice turns hard. " I don't need to repeat myself, do I?"

"No, sir. It'll be taken care of. And I just want to say…"

Cornell cuts him off.

Cornell stands up, and in a fit of rage, picks up his desk, flinging it against the wall.

Abomination! She was mine. Like her mother is mine. I've planned very carefully for this. And that fool Merrick has almost ruined it. I think we'll have to look into his continuing employment. I'm beginning to think his usefulness is coming to an end.

Well, it's not all lost. I'm sure, with the proper conditioning, she can still be brought around. Cornell smiles, thinking of the vile acts he has planned for the mother and daughter. Indeed, it might work out very well, indeed.

Yes, things are on course. Joyce is this close from leaving Hank, and of course, coming here. That will bring Buffy here, too, ready for the final little push.

It's a good thing Cordy is with this brunette slayer. She's keeping her upset and off balance. That's just perfect! One of my girls will distract her, and then the other… He smiles at the thought of what Buffy will do to Faith. Perfect. Then the prophecy will be fulfilled, and I can bring Hell on earth. On my own terms. With the others licking my toes. Well, metaphorically anyway.

Hmmm… and then I'll have time to play with both of my girls. My beautiful, sexy little girls. " He sighs, imagining the possibilities, They will be so fun to train. Yes, that will be… He opens his mouth, and his preternaturally long tongue spills out, reaching almost to his chest …tasty.

His eyes narrow to slits, and his nostrils flare

After all, once you've had demon…

He grins wickedly, licking his lips.

You never go back.

To be continued.
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