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�Buffy?
Sweetheart, what�s wrong?�
Buffy
sniffed and wiped her eyes. �Nothing. I�I should go.�
�No. Come
on, kitten, talk to me,� Spike prodded. �Did you have another dream?�
�I�m
not talking about this,� Buffy snapped. �It�s late, and Dawn�s alone. I have
to��
�Stop
using her as an excuse,� Spike said sharply as he sat up in the bed. �You
running out of here doesn�t have a sodding
thing to with Dawn. It�s all because of you being unable to cope.�
�I
never should�ve come here today,� Buffy muttered as she got out of the bed,
searching the dark crypt for her clothes. �And did you steal my underwear
again?�
�Ripped
�em,� Spike reminded her. �They�re useless now. Wherever they are. But c�mon, Buffy.
Just get back into bed, and we�ll talk about things.�
�We
do not have a talking relationship,� Buffy replied as she pulled on her jeans.
�We
used to.�
There
was a sadness to his voice, but Buffy refused to let
herself be softened by it. She was too much of a jumbled mess to try to figure
out anything with Spike right now. The last dream had changed everything in an
instant. She didn�t just see the events � she felt what Isobel felt. She
experienced the moment when Isobel had let the wall fall down around her heart
and allowed Edmund in.
And
it terrified the hell out of Buffy.
Spike
was calling her name as she ran out of the crypt, but she didn�t stop, didn�t
listen. She had to get away, needed to find a place
she could breathe.
She
needed to know if the dreams were real�
Buffy
knew there was only one way for her to figure out if they were actually Slayer
dreams or if she was simply losing her mind. Giles had left behind several
books he thought might be of use to her when he�d returned to England, including a
written log of the Slayers of the past. If she couldn�t find a mention of a
Slayer named Isobel who had lived in the mid-1300�s,
then she�d know it was nothing but her brain making with the crazy.
But
if there had been an Isobel�
Buffy
decided not to dwell on what that could mean until she actually saw it. Until
then, she�d hold out hope that there really had never been an Isobel the Medieval
Vampire Slayer.
The
Magic Box was dark and deserted when Buffy arrived, and she entered quietly
through the back door before going down to the basement where Giles had left
the books. She dug around until she found the large, leather-bound tome, and then
cleared a spot off on a table to set it down.
Her hands
trembled as she flipped through the yellowed pages, her eyes scanning lists of
exploits of Slayers from long ago. Some entries consisted of mere dates, while
others included a brief description of battles and accomplishments.
However,
one line seemed to jump from its page.
Isobel
(b. 1338, c.1352, d. 1353)
Nothing
else.
No elaboration, nothing to make her anymore than a footnote in history. As if she�d never accomplished a thing.
As
if she�d never been loved�
Buffy
slipped down to the ground, covering her face as her tears fell. Isobel had been
real. Her dreams were real.
And
Isobel was going to die� Soon.
Would
Edmund be the one to do it? Somehow, Buffy didn�t believe he would be.
Much
to her surprise, Buffy found her heart aching for both of them. If her
rejection of him had brought Edmund so much pain, what would Isobel�s death do
to him? How would he cope with the loss?
Was
Edmund still around? Or had he caught the first sunrise after Isobel�s death?
And
why did she care so much about what happened to a vampire?
Buffy
was exhausted. For months, everything had been too much for her to handle, and
now this, too? She looked up to the ceiling and yelled at the Powers That Be.
�Why are you doing this to me!� she demanded to know. �If you have something to
tell me, just fucking tell me!�
She
got no answer but silence. She hadn�t really been expecting anything else.
Every
piece of her aching, Buffy pulled herself up off the ground and started for
home.

*** *** ***
Isobel
bit her lip to fight her laughter. She knew her heartbeat would give her away, but
she didn�t need to make this even easier.
�I
can smell you, Slayer,� Edmund announced, sing-song. �You can�t hide for long��
Isobel
closed her eyes, counted to three, and then burst from her hiding place,
running down the hall of the keep and past Edmund � without a stitch of
clothing on.
�You
witch!� Edmund bellowed, though his laughter was not far behind. �I will
capture you, strumpet.� He ran after her, then came to
an abrupt stop when he realized her trail had stopped. He closed his eyes,
searching for her scent.
Suddenly,
he was tackled to the ground by a giggling Slayer.
�It
appears as if I have caught you,� Isobel informed him with a proud
smile.
�And
I suppose you expect a reward?� Edmund asked with an arched eyebrow.
�Yes,
and I shall have it,� Isobel replied before sliding down his body.
A
moment later, Edmund groaned. �Wouldn�t that be my reward, Isobel?� he
asked between pants.
Isobel
slid her mouth up his cock and kissed the tip. �No. Definitely my reward,� she
replied before engulfing him again with a moan of pure indulgence.
�Christ�s
blood, Slayer, you�re too good to me,� Edmund informed her as he threaded his
fingers through her thick, dark hair.
She
hummed in response, and Edmund was all but undone. He dragged her up and
positioned her over his cock. �Like this, dove. I want it like this.�
Isobel
smiled, all vixen now. In the nights they�d spent
together, he�d banished the uninformed virgin, replacing her with a woman who
was more his equal than any other he�d ever known.
And
to prove it she sank down on him, letting him fill her completely. Within
moments, she was riding him at a hard, unforgiving pace, her impossibly strong
internal muscles squeezing him until he thought he�d burst.
She
threw her head back, her long hair tickling his legs, and Edmund knew he was
already close. He held on, wanting her with him when he fell�
Suddenly,
her head snapped up, her eyes almost completely black. She lunged forward,
grabbed the flesh of his neck between her teeth, and bit down as hard as she
could.
Edmund
called out, came, and lost himself completely to her.

*** *** ***
Every
night when Isobel finally left the keep, Edmund would beg her to run away with
him instead. He knew it would only be a matter of time until someone in the
village discovered what she was doing and all would be ruined for them.
Isobel
had insisted his fears were nonsense. The priest hadn�t questioned her once
when she�d returned from her supposed hunts and no one in the village came near
the keep anymore out of fear. Things were fine for the time being, and she was
free from the careful eye of her Watcher as long as they were there.
Truth
be told, Isobel was afraid to make that last step. Afraid to
truly turn her back on her Calling completely in favor of a vampire.
No
matter how wonderful that vampire made her feel�
She
didn�t understand his fear that they would be separated. The village was too
preoccupied with the plague to possibly care about the comings and goings of
one girl. Furthermore, she had the protection of the Church. As long as she
could convincingly remain in the village �hunting for vampires,� then nothing
could touch them.
By
the time Isobel realized Edmund had been correct, it was too late.
A
crowd had gathered outside the church, the flames of their torches brightening
the night. Isobel approached with trepidation, her heart thudding rapidly. When
a villager turned towards her, she froze, her blood chilling with fear.
�She�s
come! The Devil�s whore!�
Isobel
gasped, the world seeming to spin. Suddenly, people were surrounding her,
pulling at her limbs and hair, dragging her towards the church. They threw her
at the feet of the priest, and Isobel looked up at him, tears in her eyes.
�Father,
please protect me. You�you know who I am.�
He
sneered at her, his dark eyes cold. �Yes, I do know what you are, witch. You
have lain with the Devil. Did you not think I would see his stain upon your
neck?�
�Please,
Father� I�m not a witch. I��
The
priest kicked her, making Isobel stumble backwards, her lip bleeding. �Silence, filthy creature! Your lies cannot sway me. You
have brought pestilence to this village with your unholy ways, and you will pay
for your sins.�
�No!
I haven�t!� Isobel insisted, though the heavy feeling in her heart told her
perhaps she had. Had she cursed this village even further by straying from her
path, by allowing herself to be corrupted by Edmund?
Yet,
she didn�t feel corrupted. She knew Edmund was a vampire, but everything
he did to her had felt so right, and nothing like a
sin.
�Your
fate has been decided,� the priest told her. �You have been found guilty of the
crime of witchcraft, and while I will attempt to wrest a confession from you,
whether you offer one or not, you will be put to death for your crimes
tomorrow.�
�No!�
Isobel sobbed. �Please, Father, no! I am innocent!� This couldn�t be happening
to her. What would Edmund do if they killed her? She couldn�t leave him. She couldn�t.
�Please��
Her
pleas for mercy were cut off when she was grabbed by two men who began to drag
her towards the church. She pushed them off, using the full might of her Slayer
strength, but the attacks just kept coming.
There
were too many of them and, Slayer or not, she was just one girl.

*** *** ***
Buffy
ran from her bed to the bathroom, vomiting up the meager contents of her
stomach. She�d known things were going to end badly, but this�
She
flushed the toilet and leaned back against the bathroom wall, tears in her
eyes. Isobel hadn�t deserved this. Buffy had seen it all with her own eyes, and
the other Slayer had committed no crime.
All
she�d done was fall in love�
A
knock at the door cut off Buffy�s train of thought and she looked up when her
sister�s voice came through. �Buffy? Are you all right? I thought I heard you
in here yakking.�
Buffy
stood up on shaky legs and opened the door to face Dawn. �Hey. Yeah, I was, but
I�m all right.�
Dawn
frowned at the sight of her sister. �No offense, Buffy, but you look like hell.
What�s wrong?�
�I
had another dream,� Buffy admitted with a sigh. �The Slayer � Isobel � she was
accused of witchcraft. It�it wasn�t pretty.�
Dawn
put her hand to her mouth and gasped. �Oh no! Did
you�did you dream about her dying?�
�No,�
Buffy replied, shaking her head. �But it�s coming. I know it is. I�I looked her
up tonight in one of Giles�s books, and she�s going to die.� Tears welled up in
Buffy�s eyes again. �Edmund won�t be able to save her.�
�Edmund?� Dawn asked
with a frown. �Who�s Edmund?�
Buffy
paled as she realized she�d said too much. �Nothing, I should go back to bed.�
Only
if she went back to bed, if she started to dream again�
She�d
have to watch Isobel die�
�Are
you sure? You look pretty upset, Buffy.�
�I�m
fine,� Buffy insisted. �I�m just really tired.�
�You
don�t look fine,� Dawn said. �Are you sure you don�t need to talk to someone?
If�if not me, then someone else. Maybe�� Dawn took a deep breath. �Maybe
Spike?�
Buffy�s
eyes grew wide. �Spike? Why would you think I�d want
to talk to Spike?�
Dawn
shrugged. �He�s a good listener. And I�ve seen you around with him a lot
recently. I thought maybe you guys were, y�know,
talking about stuff?�
Buffy
laughed nervously. �No way. That�s funny, Dawnie. Me talking to Spike about�stuff.�
Dawn
looked at her sister skeptically. �Okay. I just thought I�d offer. Are you
really sure you�re going to be fine?�
�Yeah. I will be.
I�ll just have to make myself dream about�something happier.�
�Yeah,
all right,� Dawn said, though she clearly didn�t believe her. �You�ll call me
if you need anything, right?�
�I
will. Go on back to bed.�
Dawn
gave Buffy one more skeptical look before giving up and going back to her own
room.
Buffy
got back into bed and wondered how long she could fight sleep.

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