The Slayer | By : norwalker Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 19613 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
1
2
3
4
Buffy looks down at the ground below her, and her heart catches in her throat.
I'm dreaming. This has to be a dream. I mean, I can't fly. Can I? This isn't like some slayer power they didn't tell me about, is it? No, this has to be a dream. Doesn't it? Yet, here she is, flying high above the ground. She can feel the cool night air as it blows across her face, and looking forward, she sees all ofL.A. stretching out before her. Dream or not, she's enjoying this. Yes, it's a little scary, but she feels light, very light, and free. Free from pain, free from worry; in this place, right here, right now, she feels good. Better than she's felt in a long time. Well, dream or not, I might as well enjoy it. Buffy thinks as she zooms high over the city. She float over what appears to be the Hollywood Hills, and sees the famous " Hollywood" sign below. Except it no long reads "Hollywood"BuffyWould
Buffy Would? Buffy would what? She zooms in closer to take a better look, and gets a little shock. On the W is standing Ford, dressed all in white, except for an old fashioned vest. He's holding what looks to be an oversized pocket watch in his hand, and he looks worried.
"Oh dear, oh dear. I'm late, I'm very, very late," Ford frets, looking at the watch. "Ford! Honey!" Buffy floats down next to him. She feels an updraft she doesn't expect, and for the first time looks at herself. She's dressed in a blue short puffed sleeved dress with a white apron tied in front. She had on white socks and black patent shoes. Whoa! So not my look, she thought, shaking her head. Curiouser and curiouser! This is getting strange. Oh, and flying through the air isn't strange? "Buffy," Ford says, seeming to be himself despite his strange get up, "I've really, really got to go. But I had to tell you…" "Go? But I just got here!" "I'm sorry, but I'm really late already," Ford looks a little sorrowful. "Ok, well, if you're in such a hurry," Buffy feels anger. What's more important than being with me?! " Spit it out, go ahead, whatever it was you had to tell me!" "Just that, things aren't what they seem to be, Buffy." Ford looks at his watch. "I've really got to go. Sorry, babe." Ford hops off the sign, and starts falling. "FORD!" Buffy, forgetting her anger, leaps after him, trying to save him. I mean, after all I can fly, right? But she finds all of a sudden she can't fly! She's falling, falling, falling… Ford is right ahead of her. She tries to reach out, to catch him. But she can't quite reach him… and then she notices the blood. Blood seems to be everywhere. She's in a room, a small dark room. The room is dark, except for a single bare bulb in the center of the room. There's a post near where she's standing; on the posts are remnants of ropes, which seem to have been cut away. She goes over, and almost steps in a pool of blood. She backs off, revolted. And backs right into Merrick's arms. "What? Merrick? What's going on?" Merrick is dressed in green scrubs, and looks at Buffy with a sad expression. " This is it, Buffy. This is where we found him. Billy." Buffy looks around. She gags at all the blood. But worse is what she finds on the wall. Her. Pictures of her. Covering the walls. "What?" "I told you, remember? This Angelus… this murderer… he has an obsession about you…some kind of prophecy. 'The slayer will die, and the master will rise.' Don't you remember me telling you that?" Merrick turns around, studying the walls. "Is he here? Where is he?" Buffy feels her rage burning in her chest. "I want to meet this … monster, so I can give him my own little gift." She pulls out a stake from her coat. Whoa! When did the wardrobe change? She notes she's dressed normally again. She holds up the stake in front of her. "Where is he? I owe him something." "He's not here," A voice, a female voice calls out from behind her. She whirls around. In front of her is dark haired girl, a little older than she is. Like Buffy, she's dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. She's carrying a sword. "You can't have Angel. He didn't do this, don't you get that, dummy?" She frowns at Buffy, raising the sword. "It's a lie, all of it." " Don't listen to her, Buffy. She's evil. She's with Angelus. She wants to kill you." Merrick is still turned away from her, studying the wall. The sword in the girl's hand flashes, and swings towards Buffy. Buffy raises her stake, but it's no longer a stake, but a sword. The swords bang together, making a dull clank as they meet. The fight is on. Back and forth, Buffy and the dark haired girl move across the floor, the swords clanging merrily as they fight. The room itself is much larger than it first appeared, and has grown lighter. They're not in a room anymore, but a courtyard. At night, under the moonlight. They battle back and forth, and at first the fight seems fairly even. Before long, however, Buffy realizes that the girl is getting the best of her. She feels her sword cut her arm, and realizes that she's bleeding. "I told you, you should've paid more attention during fencing," Merrick chides, still not looking at her. "Seems she did, when she was training." "What're you talking about?" Buffy parries, a thrust, and gets a clean hit herself. " Wanna quit lecturing me here, and help out?" "Certainly, Buffy," Merrick says. Out of the shadows, two forms emerge. The male is tall and blonde; the female has dark hair, and seems to be weaving back and forth. The dark haired girl fights harder, and gets in a hit on Buffy's arm. Buffy's sword goes flying and she's standing defenseless, looking at the girl. " Well, looks like times up," The girls says, raising her sword over her head. That's when the two dark figures grab her, causing her to drop her sword. "Now, now, pet, that would be cheating, you know!" The male says, pulling the girl away, holding her. "Isn't she just loverly," The female says, in a sing-song voice. "Won't she be tasty? Being a slayer and all." "Slayer?" Buffy says, turning to Merrick. "What're they talking about? I'm the Slayer." She hears a scream behind her, and sees the tall blonde man vamp out. "Fuck, vampires!" She starts towards the group when she finds herself held; held fast by a powerful hand. "Merrick, what?" She turns around, but it's no longer Merrick. A very old, bald vampire is holding her, it's amber eyes glittering. " Who the hell? Where's Merrick?" She struggles, but can't break free. "Let me go!" The bald vampire, resembling a bat, drags her closer. He seems amused by the whole affair, grinning a wicked evil grin at her. "My, my aren't you the tasty little bit. I'm sure you'll be especially sweet. It's been a very long time since I've had a slayer…" Behind her, Buffy hears a loud, long scream. "… while it seems my young colleague there seems to bag them wholesale!" He opens his mouth, revealing very sharp teeth capped by a pair of extra long, extra sharp canines. "Now, be a good girl and hold still." He tilts his head, leaning in for the bite. Buffy struggles against him, but he's too powerful to resist. "What's going on? Where are we? What happened to Merrick?" "Haven't you been listening, my dear? Things are never quite what they seem." He pulls her closer. She can smell his fetid breath as it washes over her face. " Surprise!" He bites her. She screams. As her vision starts to fade, she sees a man behind the vampire, watching her, laughing softly. She wakes up, still screaming. Joyce Summers rushes into the room, looking scared. She comes over to Buffy, who's still screaming. " Buffy, BUFFY! Wake up, wake up honey!" She grasps Buffy's arms, shaking her. Buffy suddenly shivers , but she stops screaming. She stares at her mother strangely. " Buffy, are you ok?" Joyce asks, pulling her daughter closer. "It's ok, now, honey. I'm here now." She starts to stroke her daughter's hair. "It was just a dream, just a bad dream." Buffy sits there, in her mother's arms, still shaking. Her mind is awhirl. She clings tightly to Joyce, scared to death. Just a dream, it was just a dream I'm ok, it's just a dream. Just a dream Wasn't it? She can still feel the vampire's teeth on her neck, the way his breath smelled. She shudders again. What did he mean? Things are never quite what they seem? What did he mean?
5
***
Xander lays awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling.
He's tried counting sheep. No go. He tried counting bunnies. Still nothing. He tried counting naked Playboy bunnies. Somehow, that didn't help. He even, in desperation, tried counting Principal Snyders. That only scared him. One Principal Snyder is too many. It was hopeless. He couldn't get his mind off a certain very cute, very sexy little redheaded girl with freckles. One which not that long ago, he was under the covers with. Ok, it was only because we were playing strip treasure hunt, but still. We were having fun, a good time, everything was peachy with a large side of keen, and then, boom, I had to get all bent out of shape. Just because Willow was … ok, Willow was paying more attention to Faith's doings, than to our doings. That kinda hurt. I mean, ok, if we were like sitting around, doing nothing, and she takes an interest, well yeah, I get that. But we were hot and heavy, and all of a sudden, it was like I wasn't there! That's kinda bogus! Oh yeah, and you never, EVER ignored Will when say you were scamming on a girl, or talking to Jesse, or anything, right? Yeah, but that was like different. We weren't boyfriend and girlfriend then. I mean, oh hell, you know what I mean. This is different. I'm her boyfriend, she's supposed to pay more attention to me! Uh-huh. And maybe then, she can be barefoot and pregnant, chained to the stove in the kitchen! Or maybe you can bind her feet, or maybe just maybe get her fitted for a chastity belt? "Get me my food woman!" Yeah, you're something, Xan. A real progressive kinda guy! Ha-ha funny. Really funny. I'm not like some Male chauvinist pig or something. Am I? If the hoof fits… Well, what about her? I'm interesting, until almost anyone shows up. And then it's back of the bus, Xander. That's not fair at all. Can she help it she's curious? Can I help it I need some attention here? I'm not asking for much, just when we're together, I kinda have some importance. I don’t like being the doormat. Well, not unless we're playing Mistress of Pain and her Slave… You, my friend, are incorrigible. And very much the pig. Oink, oink! Ok, ok, I'm not perfect. I'm working on it, I really am! Still, I love her… And you think she… … doesn't love me? I dunno, but I gotta wonder sometimes. Sometimes I think I'm more an accessory, than real boyfriend to her. No, that's not right. Will treats me ok, just sometimes I feel like I'm not there; or only there because she needs someone to talk about Faith about. I see. So like you're a little jealous? No! I'm a lot jealous… sometimes… I really, really love her, and sometimes it just hurts that I… I don't think she loves me as much as I love her. Xander sits up, and turns on his light. On his nightstand is a small picture of Willow, a head shot smiling. He picks it up and holds it, looking at it. "Got a clue how much I love you, dope?" He murmurs. He puts it back on the nightstand. "Why can't you pay attention to me for once, and forget her?" He turns out the light, and lays back on the bed. So, that's it? You had a snit because you thought she wasn't paying enough attention to you? Kinda. Sorta. I don't know. Just I thought tonight was about us. But Faith shows up suddenly, not even with us, and boom she's off. You're being childish, you know that? Grow UP! Yeah… damn. I just don't know what to do… Xander rolls over, pulling the covers over his head. What am I gonna do?To be continued
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo