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Forget Me Not	By : JenPattyKOM Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Round Robins Views: 5068 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Forget Me Not
Authors: The Kings of Mercia
Hotliped Jen
Pattyanne

Summary: A round robin fic we cooked up, just for the hell of it.
Feedback: Frankly, we'll take all we can get.

Chapter 3 by Pattyanne:

"All right.....yes, I will....uh-huh....thanks again.....bye."

Replacing the phone in its cradle, the redhead turned to face her unknown companion, looking even paler than her normal skin tone.

"You aren't going to believe what this 'Giles' person just told me," she said, then took and released a calming breath. "My name is 'Willow'. Like a tree! Who names their kid after a tree?"

The other girl gazed at her with soulful brown eyes. "I think it's a pretty name," she offered consolingly. "I don't suppose he knew who I am?"

"Oh...yes, he did," Willow nodded. "Sorry...um....your name is Tara. Which is also a really pretty name."

Smiling shyly, Tara's gaze skittered away for a moment. "Thank you," she said softly. "I wish I could remember who gave it to me."

"Well, whoever they are, they must be very nice people." Sighing deeply, Willow picked up the notepad she's been scribbling on and headed for the living room sofa. "You should probably come and sit down for the rest of this, because either this 'Giles' is certifiably insane, or we're living in bizarro world."

The two girls sat close together on the couch, feeling an instinctual pull towards each other that only Willow knew the reason for. She reached for Tara's hand, a little surprised when the girl took it and curled her own fingers around Willow's.

'Okay...um...let me get this part out of the way first. We're gay, you and me, and we're in love."

Tara didn't look particularly surprised. "I was kind of feeling something like that," she murmured, her lips curving in another shy smile.

Willow's head tilted to one side. "Yeah? Me, too." She gazed into Tara's eyes for a moment, then shook her head. "But anyway, there's a lot more to tell you." After a pause to gather her thoughts, she asked, "Do you know anything about vampires?"

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The bathroom light was harsh and unforgiving of flaws. She examined her face in a mirror that was cracked on both sides, and repaired with black electrical tape.

Utterly unfamiliar but not unattractive, she decided, staring at herself. She had a nice complexion, lightly tanned, a nose she wasn't thrilled with but could tolerate, straight white teeth, and large hazel eyes that looked semifrightened and wholly confused.

"So...who are you?" she asked the hazy reflection. The sound of her own voice still rang no bells in her mind. It was as strange to her as everything else. As strange as......

"You coming out of there sometime today, Pet?"

......the stranger she was apparently sharing this room with!

Flustered at the interruption, she snapped her gaze away from the mirror and quickly spun the taps open. "Just...just a second."

After soaping and rinsing her hands three times, she chose the cleanest looking towel on the rack and dried them, making a face at the thinness of the terrycloth. The piece of fabric had to be at least 30 years old, with fraying edges and a stain she didn't want to investigate too closely.

She rehung the towel, straightening it with ridiculous care, then took another look at herself in the mirror.

Well....whoever she turned out to be, she certainly had good taste in lingerie.

Smoothing her honey colored hair back from her face, she opened the bathroom door and rejoined her companion.

He was laying on the bed, one arm behind his head, his free hand holding a television remote that was held together with another piece of electrical tape, possibly off the same roll. The TVs picture was snowy, making him frown as he flipped channels.

In her earlier distress at her predicament, she hadn't really noticed how attractive he was. Now, she couldn't seem to stop noticing. Not exactly an appropriate response to the situation, but there it was all the same.

The fact that he was lying before her in nothing more than worn Doc Martens and a pair of snug jeans wasn't exactly helping her repress.

His face was half turned from her, the flickering light of the TV screen lending its outline to the sharp beauty of his features. Platinum blonde hair that had to be a bleach job lay against his scalp in a ruffed muss of loose curls. His chest was hard, but rather inviting looking at the same time; it looked like a nice place to lay your head if you were troubled about something.

Her gaze continued merrily down his frame, noting with particular appreciation an abdomen corded with hard muscle, a lean waist, and slim legs encased in snug denim.

Following right on the heels of her inspection was a totally shocking and unexpected surge of feminine desire, a surge she immediately denied the existence of.

Reading her thoughts with alarming accuracy, he smiled without looking at her. "Like what you see, Pet?"

Blushing furiously, she swallowed a painful lump in her throat. "Have you remembered anything?"

Her companion shook his head. "Not a bloody thing. S'like I didn't even exist until I woke up here in this room." He turned his head and let his eyes travel up and down her body. "With you," he added softly.

She stared at him. For some reason, his personality had undergone some subtle shift since her retreat into the bathroom. His accent had also changed, sounding less cultured.

With a determined shake of her head, she crossed the room and sat down in the ratty looking armchair. Keeping her knees firmly together, she looked at him and caught him staring at the side of her neck. "What?" she asked, her hand moving instinctively to touch the area he was examining so intently.

"Um..nothing." He gave her a quizzical look. "Are you hungry?"

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"Where are they?"

"We left the witches at the house. The boy and his girlfriend are in a boat at the Lake Marina."
"And the Slayer?"

"In a motel room. The Sunnydale Motor Inn, I think it's called. Her and the vampire both."

Yellow eyes narrowed. "You left them in the same room together?" Crimsa demanded. "Have you no functioning brain cells whatsoever?"

His servant quivered. "Well.....yes," he stammered, stepping back two paces. "I...I shouldn't have?"

"Of course not, you cretin!" the other demon thundered, his eyes turning bright red for a moment. "The vampire may not have his memory...but his need to feed and his instinct to kill will remain intact. The Slayer has no idea what to expect or who she is. She will NOT be able to fight him off."

Roy gaped at his master. "Yeah, but....but she's the slayer. Who...who cares if he kills her?"

Crimsa's eyes flashed yellow again. "I care! I want the slayer dead at MY hands....not at his...and not until after the ritual. When I have her power at my command...THEN I will tear her apart and scatter the pieces to the four winds," he bellowed angrily, visibly growing in size before his cowering minion.

"Okay...okay," Roy said, trying to soothe ruffled scales. "Not a problem...no way they're awake yet, so I'll just head on out and take care of it, boss."

"Fix what you have bungled, fool! Or I will remove your useless head from your body with my teeth!"

"Sure, boss...sure thing. Consider it done." Roy held up both hands in a conciliatory gesture. "Um....don't get bigger."

"GO!!!!"

"Yeah. Going. Going right now."

TBC....

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