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Why do we write this?	By : goolecaptain Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 4401 -:- 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.

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Just watched the last season of Angel and realised I had to change the Dawn wedding story as Connor knows Angel is his father and Cordy's dead. I accept this will never be perfect but I can try.

Summary; an exploration/parody of fanfiction detailing every conceivable pairing and sexual act you can imagine. Please read to the end, it’s the most important bit. Please don’t be offended but all these are satires on existing pieces of fanfic, you might recognise some of them. If you want to know the originals and where to find them give me an e-mail and I’ll send you the list.
Spoilers/Timeline; Irrelevant
Rating; is there anything higher than R? Gang rape, sadism, bondage, lesbianism between mother/daughters/sisters (NOT incest, no such thing between women), incest, underage sex, character death, bloodplay, slavery, bondage, oral, anal, suicide, M/F domination, F/F domination and god knows what else! PLEASE BE WARNED, this is strong stuff, I plumbed the darker reaches of my soul/imagination but not just smut for smut’s sake (although there’s nothing wrong with that!). It also contains off-colour humour and some words I’ve never actually spoken out loud (and I was sailor)
Pairing; easier to list whom this doesn’t involve! Buffy/Joyce/Dawn, Hank/Buffy/Dawn, Angelus/Buffy, Drusilla/Buffy, vampWillow/vampTara/Buffy, Andrew/Buffy/Dawn/Anya/Willow, Glory/Faith the list is pretty much endless…. In all stories featuring Dawn she is 16 unless otherwise stated .
Disclaimer; all these characters belong to the creators and producers of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel and not me, this work has no profit motive and is purely for fun/education
Distribution; take what you like
Feedback; why I wrote this, goolecaptain@btopenworld.com

Why do we write this? 7
She was there as always. He had long since ceased to wonder if she was real or inside his head. He hoped the latter, that he was crazy and she was at rest. But she was there, as always, perched on a gravestone just as she had been so often in life, the sun framing her in the morning light. They always watched the sunrise together. But it brought him no warmth, not anymore.
“You’re hurt”
“It’s nothing” he rubbed the blood off the knife on his trousers and heated it with Willy’s lighter. She looked on without comment as he cauterized his slight wounds, flinching as his flesh sizzled at the touch of the red-hot blade. He refused to cry out. Pain was merely weakness leaving the body.
She placed her arms around his shoulders. He could feel the sensation of her touch but only the warmth, there was no pressure, no weight. He closed his eyes and leaned into the specter’s embrace. She started the same old song. “Xander you have to stop this. It’s killing you”
“If I don’t who will?”
“Faith. Or any of the other Slayers who’ll follow her”
He didn’t look at her. “No more Buff, no more little girls dying alone in graveyards with bits of wood in their hands” He began to clean the 60, the sunlight seemingly swallowed up by the gleaming dark gunmetal. He didn’t even bother to look, knowing the parts by touch alone. “No one dies for me, not anymore”
“Some of the things you kill aren’t even dangerous…”
“They’re demons. If it isn’t human it dies. If they’re human and they keep the wrong company, they die. They all die. They all die and none of them go to heaven. Them or us, nothing in between” He finished the field strip of the machine gun and quickly reassembled it. He would have to pull through the barrel and oil it later.
“This isn’t about saving lives for you any more. This is revenge”
“What’s your point?”
“Who are you doing this for? Not for me. For yourself? Look what it’s doing to you!”
“I’m doing it for us all. Every fiend dead is a hundred lives saved”
“What about your life? When’s the last time you saw Willow? Or Dawn? When did you last speak to the living and not walk amongst the dead? They’re alive, spend time with them, not me! They’re worried sick, Willow thought you’d been killed in that last bloodbath. Did you even go to Dawn’s graduation?”
“I went” his voice was guarded, hollow.
“Watching from the shadows? They come here too, you know. They don’t see me like you do but they talk to the marble. They weep. And not for me”
He didn’t reply, instead recharging a magazine for the .45, staring straight ahead as he loaded the bullets, each filed at the nose and tipped with fulminate mercury for the dumdum effect. He never used a mag he hadn’t loaded himself, checking each and every round to make sure none were defective.
“You’re dammed Xander!” Her voice cracked with concern.
“Maybe” he hoisted the 60 across his shoulders, “But I’ll take every demon I can find with me”. He didn’t look back, he knew she would be gone. But she would be there for him tomorrow morning. And the day after. And the day after… She would always be there for him.
*

As Dawn lay snuggled in her bed,
The covers wrapped around her head,
Dreaming of her bygone years,
And having tea with Britney Spears,
By her bedside did appear,
Tara’s ghost, so bright and clear,
*

She didn’t know why she’d come. But there he was, looking like little boy lost as always. She picked her way through the other visitors and lifted up the phone. “Hello Andrew”
“Buffy, you have to get me out of here!”
“Don’t touch the glass!” the guard yelled. Buffy jumped back in alarm and saw Andrew quail, utterly terrified by the environment of the prison and it’s inhabitants. Even visiting the prison made her claustrophobic, she just couldn’t fathom how the prisoners could stand it, if she was in here she would smash her way out in five minutes. It made her value her freedom all the more. She couldn’t wait to get back to Xander’s car and have him drive her back home. But she’d come all this way to visit him, she had to go through with it now.
She was puzzled.
“Andrew, what do you mean? Why should I help you?”
He looked genuinely surprised. “We were lovers…”
She stared at him, realising he actually believed what he said.
“Andrew, we were never lovers. You raped me. You raped all of us. You drugged us and raped us whilst we were out of our minds. That’s why you’re in prison, you deserve to be”
“Rape? I would never rape anyone, I would never hurt anyone. You enjoyed it! You all enjoyed it You came so many times you lost count!”
“Yes, I had lots of orgasms. Yes, I enjoyed parts of it, I did things I would never have had the nerve to do, that I wanted to do. It was fun but so would someone running up and sticking a syringe of heroin into my arm. I like chocolate but that doesn’t mean I want some stranger to grab me and ram a bar down my throat. You took away my choice, you made me your slave, you violated me and I couldn’t do anything to stop you. You took away our free will. It was rape Andrew, as blatant as if you’d put a gun to my head. No demon or vampire has ever made me feel as bad as you did”
“But I loved you! I thought you loved me too. You just needed a little encouragement to make you realise it” he sounded miserable. “I rode you long and hard and you loved it”.
“Encouragement? You want to encourage a girl write her a poem or buy her another drink. You might as well have had a knife to my throat. That would have been ‘encouragement’!”
He didn’t reply, looking at the desk, trying to find inspiration there. She leaned as close as she dared to the glass, lowering the tone of her voice to a whisper.
“If we’d asked you to do it , fine, you’d asked us and we’d have said yes, fine. But it’s OUR choice! Yeah, we like to play games, sometimes we like to feel helpless, sometimes we like to be in control. Occasionally we might like to submit, to be humiliated or hurt a little. Sometimes we like to dominate and do the hurting. But it’s a game, it’s not real and we can always say stop. But you took that away from us, it was a game for you, not us. Andrew how could you do this terrible thing to us? How could you say you loved us and then abuse us like this?”
“I wanted to show you how much I loved you…”
“Is that why Dawn cried herself to sleep in my arms for a week afterwards? Because you loved her?”
The tears came. “I love Dawn…”
“You took her virginity. You took something precious she should decide to give her first love, not the guy who managed to slip something into her morning coffee. It was her’s to give, not yours to take just because you felt like it”
He was silent. There was nothing left to say. She regarded him with pity.
“I know you like to live in fantasy Andrew, I like fantasy too and I fantasised about some of the things you us us do as well. But this is the real world, with real people and real emotions, not living toys to be played with like so many Star Wars figures for your pleasure” She gestured around her to the grey walls of his new home, the prison block.
“You hate it here, don’t you?” He nodded. “You hate it because you feel trapped and helpless and you’re at everyone’s mercy if they want to hurt you or humiliate you or treat you like dirt and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it, is there?”
“Yes” he knew where she was going but he couldn’t bring himself to put the phone down.
“That’s how you made us feel, helpless and dirty and ashamed, utterly worthless, only there to please you”
“I never meant to hurt you Buffy, I never meant to hurt any of you”
“Well, you did Andrew, you hurt me more than anyone I’ve ever known, you blackened my soul. When you’re ready for the real world you’ll realise that. When they rape you in the showers in here you’ll know how I felt, how we all felt. I hope you enjoy it. I hope it’s fun for you. This is where you belong”
She replaced the phone and walked away, out of the prison and into the sunny California morning, spending the entire journey back to her father’s house, to her family in silence. She never saw him again, never thought about him for another second of her life. The sons she and Faith bore him, the children they adored, would always call Angel father. Whilst Alexander Harris would always be ‘daddy’ to Dawn and Willow’s beloved daughters. And loved them as though they were his own.
*

Dawn woke up and rubbed her eyes,
Looked at her with great surprise,
And with practice, she did shout,
“Get out, get out, get out, get out!”
“I’ve lost something” said Tara’s ghost,
“Something I value more than most,
But what it is I can’t declare,
In Willow’s room? Perhaps it’s there?”
She floated gently through the gloom,
Down the hall to Willow’s room
And Dawn with a great nervous swallow,
Barefoot, creeping, gently followed,
*

“Because you deserve it” the blade of the knife glinted in Warren’s hand as he stepped towards her.
Willow stopped him by simply holding out her hand.
“So did you” she replied, sorrow filling her voice.
“Deserve this?” and suddenly he was without his skin, his flesh raw and dripping. Willow was filled with an almost physical pain at the sight.
“Did Tara deserve to die?” she asked him.
Even though his face was a mass of exposed bone and muscle he still registered a moment of hesitation.
“No, it was an accident, I didn’t mean to, she just…” he trailed off. “IT doesn’t make this RIGHT!” he yelled again “NOTHING can make this right!”
Willow nodded, accepting what he said before responding “And Katrina?”
“She deserved it!” his skin was back again.
“Did you love her?”
“Yes I loved her” his reply was so immediate she knew instantly it was the truth.
“And what happened to her, what you did, it wasn’t your fault? You just loved her so much you couldn’t help yourself?”
He nodded before he realised the significance of what he was admitting. He let the knife slip from his grasp. It vanished before it hit the ground.
“I’m sorry”. It was all he had to offer.
“So am I” Willow took his hand. He disappeared as she woke up. She never dreamed of him, ever again.
Xander was slouched in the chair ‘on watch’, his magazines and coffee flask resting on his lap, his feet propped up on Willow’s bed as he snored. Dawn and Buffy slept on either side of her. Willow replaced the covers where they had slipped off Buffy, revealing her Sushi pyjamas. Dawn’s pink tank top-style nightie actually looked a lot more grown up, an effect slightly ruined by the fact that she was sucking her thumb.
Willow closed her eyes again and drifted back to sleep. She began dreaming once more the the day she and Tara had taken a picnic to the meadow and laughed in the sunshine at the sight of Miss Kitty chasing the butterflies through the flowers and grasses.
Because she deserved it.
*

He looked at her with sadness. “Maybe you should think of moving from this house, escape the memories?” He was startled as a pair of toddlers ran past him, giggling excitedly.
Buffy shook her head. “I started a creche” she explained. “For me this house has minutes of agony. But years of happiness and joy. And I want it to be like that again, I want to share that joy with everyone”.
She smiled, a single tear falling down her face.
*

Angel crept cautiously from the box. The Fang Gang gathered around her, Gunn coming forward to cover his naked form with a blanket. Behind him Wes replaced the Scroll of Aberjian in his pocket.
“Angel?” The Host asked, unsure.
Angel saw Doyles’ spectre behind him, smiling benignly, smiling only for him.
He faded to eternity as he took Fred in his arms.
*

Buffy felt the side of head tenderly. “Tranquilizer dart?”
Quentin nodded. “Modern technology means we can simply medically kill and revive both you and Faith so we can get a new Slayer when you grow too old”
“And before that?”
He looked sad for moment “They all died in battle”
*

“That’s it!” said Tara, “What I missed,
simply Willow’s one last kiss!”
She kissed her softly on the lips,
Then to her restful peace did slip,
And Willow smiled within her sleep,
As Tara faded, dreaming deep,
And to the window Dawn did run,
To gleefully watch the morning sun,
Witnessing the sure rebirth,
Of friends no longer of this earth
*

“How did you come back?” he picked up the sword, twirling it theatrically in his hand.
Buff easily parried his wild sweeping lunge with her own blade and drew Angelus towards the garden.
“Does it matter?”
*

She babbled. She shook. She struggled. She cried. Buffy, Faith, Vi, Rhona and Chao Anh hung on to her firmly, not releasing their embrace for a moment, their supernatural strength keeping the insane Slayer within the all-consuming hug.
Vi leaned in and whispered in her ear "It's OK, it's all OK, we look after our own"
Her fragile sanity gradually restored itself.
*

Joyce opened the door to the sound of frantic hammering. Xander and Cordelia raced inside.
“What’s going on?” she asked as they started to barricade the door.
“You have to hide us” Xander pleaded. “Amy and Jenny are fixing things but in the meantime…”
“XANDER COME BACK I LOVE YOU!” Oz screamed sprinting across the lawn. Behind him came the rest of the mob with Giles in the lead.
“BITCH! Get away from him he’s mine!”
“NO! He’s MINE!” Angelus shouted forcing his way through the crowd. Dru looked on bemused. “I thought I was the crazy one?”
*

"You couldn't save Darla but you owe me a life restored by supernatural means"
The Valet nodded to Angel. "Indeed we do sir"
"I'm calling in the favour"
*

“Do you prefer sex or shopping?” Buffy asked, examining the Prada handbag carefully.
Cordy frowned. “Well, shopping lasts longer” she slipped on the second Gucci high -heel and walked a few feet in them.
“Can I buy this thong?” Dawn asked proffering the microscopic lace garment.
“NO!” said Buffy.
“You used to wear less” Cordy observed, “That’s why we chucked you off the cheerleading team”
“According to Xander you never wore any” Buffy retorted. She relented “Ok Dawn, you can buy it but pay cash, dad would have a fit if he saw it on the credit card bill”.
Dawn skipped away happily to the paydesk twirling her new purchase in one hand.
“Do you prefer sex or chocolate?” Cordy asked.
“What kind of chocolate?” Buffy replied.
*

"So our only hope is to RESTORE THE SLAYER AND HER ILK!?"
The Soothsayer nodded, scarcely able to believe what he was saying. "In order to defeat the greater evil that threatens us we must utilise the forces of good"
"Is it even possible?"
He nodded, "There is a way"

“Oh god help me!” the vampire screamed, unaware of the irony in his terror.
“He did” Buffy replied, staking him in the heart. “He sent me”
Relief filled his face as he crumbled.
*

He threw the bucket of water over her.
Willow rubbed her face, her sodden mascara streaming down her cheeks.
“Worth a try” Warren ventured and ran for his life.
Willow followed him through the woods with relentless determination. “Don’t make me get my flying monkeys!” she shouted.
*

"Were you ever Cecilly?" he asked her.
Halfyrek shook her head sadly "My dear William, there never was a Cecilly"
He smashed her pendant, setting the world to rights.
*

“How could you be sure it was me?” Buffy-as-Faith asked Giles.
“Because you were behaving so oddly, because Dawn, Tara and Willow all sensed something was wrong. Because I pretended the council was going to kill ‘Faith’ and ‘Buffy’ didn’t care” Giles responded. “The REAL Buffy always would”
*

“Congratualtions” Xander said, holding the squirming object firmly in his tongs. “It’s a mummy hand”
“Told you they couldn’t resist the icon of Isis” Giles remarked pocketing the charm.
“Want to christen your new ‘baby’?” Tara asked, offering Buffy the Troll hammer as Dawn helped her dress.
When she was vanquished Anya swept its’ remains up with very fine broom.
*

“I have to save her” Faith-as-Buffy realised, “I can’t let Buffy die”
*

“It’s her, I’m sure it is!” she stepped off the pavement to walk across the street, opening her mouth to shout.
Buffy grabbed her by the arm and hauled her back.
“It’s not her”
She looked at the Kendalls who stared at her in shock. “Here we go” she thought.
“I know that looked like Harmony. I know you loved her, she was your daughter. But Harmony’s dead. She died when the Mayor went crazy and blew up the school, her body burnt up and was never found”
“But I’m sure it was her” Mrs Kendall looked bewildered. Mr Kendall stood silent, vaguely recognising Buffy from the parent/teacher meetings. .
Buffy shook her head. “Look you’re both Sunnydale folks, you know the score. If you ever think you see her in the street, you just keep walking. If she calls to you never look back. And if she comes to the house, you don’t let her in, whatever you do, you don’t let her in. You call me, Buffy Summers, I’m in the book., OK? I’m sorry”
She turned and walked away into the night, leaving them standing on the high street, the shoppers flitting around them.
*

“Can we square things with the authorities?”
Travers smiled. “We are the ultimate authority, we help the Slayer whether she appreciates, whether she ever know’s about it or not“
*

“I do” Dawn replied.
Buffy totally lost it and began crying as Connor kissed his new wife. Her little sister was all grown up. And married.
In front of her she saw Willow weeping openly into Xander’s sleeve. Kennedy stood beside them, vainly trying not to join her.
Hank, Angel and Giles all offered her a simultaneous hankie. She took her dad’s, Angel giving his to an equally needful Faith, Kennedy taking her cue from them and finally accepting Giles’ as she gave up her impossible struggle. Aunt Arlene had thoughtfully brought her own. Oz almost formed an expression.
“I wish mom could have been here” she remarked to Hank, recovering a little.
“So do I baby, so do I” he replied. He took her hand and she leaned against her father’s shoulder.
“There are lot’s of people I wish were here today” she whispered to herself as the happy couple swept down the aisle. Little Jesse walked in front as a pageboy, his sisters, Tara and Amanda carrying the hem of Dawn’s bridal gown. Xander winked affectionately at the children he had fathered with Willow and Kennedy as they passed. Maybe they'd call the next one Cordelia?
Spike and Gunn had their hands full trying to explain everything to Illyria. Buffy was glad they'd convinced her to use her Fred disguise, all eyes should be on Dawn this day.
Angel nodded benignly to Connor. “At last he’s cut his hair” he thought.
Dawn beamed at Buffy and Hank, sharing her smile with Giles, then Xander, then each of the Scoobies in turn, finding it returned in every instance.
Buffy smiled at them and subconsciously ran her hand down her own swollen abdomen, her twins resting contentedly in their very special mother’s womb.
A brother and sister Connor would always call niece and nephew.
*

In the second of the transference of their consciousness Buffy and Faith were as one. Buffy knew all that Faith had done whilst inhabiting her body and vice versa.
She heard Faith’s voice in her head, sneering and mocking. “I fucked them Buffy! I fucked them all, laid all your friends, even your family, seduced your mom, screwed your little sister. Fucked them senseless, showed them what a cheap worthless whore you really are. They all think you’re nothing but a filthy slut now, a slut and a killer just like me! That’s what Slayer’s are!”
It didn’t phase her for a moment. She concentrated and spoke to Faith through her mind. “They’ll forgive me, they love me, nothing will ever change that. You felt their love for me and it burned you so. Tomorrow everything will be as it was, sex is passing, love is forever. Who loves you Faith?”
She felt them separating, felt their minds diverge, Faith eager to break away, Buffy sensing the pain the truth was causing her, that Faith could feel the honesty carried in Buffy’s words. She quickly got her licks in.
“Slayer’s aren’t killers, Faith. Some die in their first combat, some never even have the chance to kill a single vampire. But it doesn’t matter, none die in vain, each is a hero, each sacrifices themselves to save countless lives. It matters not how you died but how you lived. We’re not made to kill Faith, we’re made to save. You’ll realise that again soon”
Willow’s spell finished and Faith and Buffy found themselves back in their own bodies, staring at each other.
“IT’S NOT TRUE!” Faith screamed, “IT’S NOT!”
Buffy’s friends and family gathered around her, embracing her as Faith ran from the room. She didn’t stop running until she reached LA.
And redemption.

To be continued
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