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World on Fire	By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 2922 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It belongs to Joss
and his cronies (even if he doesn�t seem to know what the hell to do with it
these days�) I�m making no profit from this.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Buffy finds herself haunted by dreams of a Slayer from long ago. What
are the powers trying to tell her in her sleep � and will it make her see
things with a different perspective? (Set in Season Six, post-�Doublemeat Palace,� but
pre-�Dead Things.�)
Author's
Note:
This was written for � and inspired by � the Fang Fetish Awards� Round
Nine challenge, The Third Slayer.

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Buffy
tossed in her bed, visions of a life she�d never lived yet felt real all the
same echoing in her dreams. She could feel the heat of a fire, smell the stench
of death surrounding her, her own heart beating as quickly as the girl she saw
running before her eyes.
Gasping,
she sat up in bed, her hand trembling as she clutched the sheet to her chest,
sweat dotting her forehead. It had been years since she�d had a dream like this
one, though she remembered a time when they had plagued her almost every night.
Memories
of a life she�d never lived. Of a life that had never been hers.
Memories
of a girl joined to her by a power that bound them together through the ages.
Buffy
ran her hands through her hair, wondering why she�d be having one of these
dreams again now. Ever since she�d been turned, her Slayer dreams had focused
more on the prophetic, telling her what she needed to know in order to fight
her ongoing battles.
Why
would she need to know anything about a girl who, from the looks of it, had
lived over six hundred years before Buffy had even been born?
She
already knew she was a Slayer and what it meant for her. She didn�t need to get
a refresher course in her sisters from the past. What, did the PTB reset her
Slayer dreams when she was resurrected?
Buffy
flopped back against the pillows, knowing she needed sleep but too restless at
the same time. Maybe she should�ve sought Spike out tonight after all. She
never had any difficulty falling asleep after a few exhausting hours with him�
Only
she was trying not to do that anymore. Or at least not so
much. Maybe she could wean herself off sex with the vampire�
She
forced her eyes closed and took several deep, relaxing breaths. Now was not the
time to think about Spike. She had a double shift at the Doublemeat,
starting with breakfast. She needed to get some sleep so she didn�t start
nodding off at the grill. Again.
Buffy
rolled over to her side and pulled the sheet up, deciding she wasn�t going to
have any more Slayer dreams tonight. If the Powers had something to tell her,
they could write her a note. Right now, she was going to sleep.
The
Powers That Be didn�t listen.

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She
held a cloth to her nose and mouth, though it did little to block out the
stench of rotting bodies. Carts carried them through the streets, purple boils
marring the near-skeletal corpses.
Vomit
rose in her throat, but she kept it in, her mind focused on her duty instead.
For weeks, she�d tracked the same creature, and if the reports her Watcher had
received were correct, she�d find him in this village.
Vampires� They were
filthy animals, preying on the pain and suffering of humanity. It made her
almost as ill as the heavy fog of death hanging in the air.
She didn�t
stop running until she reached the church, her hand
strong as it clutched the metal ring on the door and pulled it towards her. She
pushed the door hard behind her, panting as she shut out the world.
�Father?�
she called, her timid voice echoing off stone walls. �Are you here? It�s
Isobel. I was sent by the Council.�
A
tall, thin man with long robes and gray hair stepped out from the shadows, his
eyes intently focused on Isobel. �Yes, of course. I was pleased when I received
news of your impending arrival. Our village has suffered enough without this
demon preying on it as well.�
Isobel
lowered her gaze. �Yes, your grace. I shall vanquish him tonight and he shall
cause you suffering no longer.�
�Did
you travel alone, child?� he asked, his dark eyes darting behind her.
�Yes.
My Watcher preferred to stay behind when he heard your village was troubled so
by plague.�
The
priest nodded. �Allow me to show you to your quarters then. I am certain you
will want to rest before nightfall.�
�Yes,
your grace,� Isobel replied, her eyes still lowered. �That is quite kind of
you.�
The
priest said nothing else as he led her to the back of the church. Isobel
clutched her arms, the air cold behind heavy stone walls. She thanked the
priest again as he opened the door to what would be her room, then bid him good
day as he shut her inside.
Once
alone, she lowered herself to her knees, her hands clutched and her eyes closed
as she prayed to God for strength in her impending battle. She begged him to
allow her to be a weapon of His righteousness on Earth, using her as His hand
to strike down those who would do evil.
Isobel
had never understood why God had chosen her to fulfill such an important task.
While she had been raised from infancy with the knowledge it could happen
someday, she had never believed she would be the one chosen from the girls she
had shared quarters with while waiting to be called. So many of them had been
sent away once it became clear they were too old to be chosen, and Isobel had
already resigned herself to a life in a convent.
She
had been certain pious, brave Constance would be
chosen before Isobel herself ever had a chance. The other girl had mastered
every weapon and could recite entire texts on demons and their evils. Isobel
couldn�t remember if it was a garlack or a larnack that had six horns and was afraid of shellfish�
When
her Watcher had come to her and told her the previous Slayer was dead and
Isobel had been the one who was to take her place, she had hardly been able to
believe him. However, her newfound strength and agility had proven he spoke the
truth, and since then, she had fought to prove herself worthy of such a gift.
Even
when she watched Constance leave for the convent Isobel had known
she should be the one making that journey instead�
Isobel
spent the hours before sunset in silent prayer, rededicating herself to her
Lord and His holy ways. She would be pious, pure and good,
until He deemed it time to call another Slayer forth and she would sacrifice
herself as a martyr.
It
would be an early death, but it would be a worthy one.
When
the sun finally set, Isobel slipped from the church, her cross heavy around her
neck and her stake clutched tightly in her sweating palms. Death still raged
all around her, fires burning and lighting the dark night, but she kept her
focus on her sacred duty, determined to vanquish the demon and prove herself
worthy of her calling.
A
shrill scream broke through the night, yet no one but Isobel stirred at the
sound, cries of pain and fear too commonplace to be worth noticing any longer.
However, Isobel recognized this cry as different from others, recognized the
reason behind the fear.
She
broke into a run, her skirts rustling around her ankles, though she didn�t
trip. Her hand stole to her cross, her fingers massaging the wood as she moved
with inhuman speed to the outskirts of the village.
Isobel
came to an abrupt stop when she found the demon, her chest heaving with the
exertion of her breaths. He dropped his frightened prey when he heard her
approach and turned, blood smeared against his lips as he faced her, his gold
eyes flickering like flame.
�Slayer��
�Demon,�
she hissed, her stake raised.
The
girl he�d been feeding from scrambled to her feet, clutching her wounded neck.
�Run,� Isobel said, throwing her a glance, and the girl didn�t argue, stumbling
as she ran, though managing to escape, for the vampire did not give chase.
Instead,
he stared at the Slayer, looking her over with his tongue running against his
fangs in a way that made her quite�uncomfortable.
�I
suppose I should be cross with you, Slayer, for allowing my meal to escape.
However�� He smirked and stepped towards her. �She was a bony peasant. You are
a ripe, succulent treat. I think I should much rather feast from you.�
�You
will not taste my blood tonight, foul hellspawn,�
Isobel swore. �I shall return you to your dark lord!�
Usually,
this was the point where the demons looked somewhat nervous. Or
at least prepared for a fight. However, this one merely laughed, the sound
having a rich quality Isobel wasn�t familiar with. �Listen to you! Making such
cold threats and we haven�t even been properly introduced.� He bowed low,
waving his arm with a flourish. �I am called Edmund.�
�Isobel,�
she replied with a curtsy before she remembered where she was. His sudden break
from what she was used to had taken her completely from the moment. That and
the way his demon face had melted to reveal the most beautiful man she�d ever
seen moments before his introduction� She blushed crimson. �I��
Edmund
laughed his deep, rich laugh again. �Oh, I like you, Slayer. You are
delightfully amusing.�
Isobel
gaped. �I�!� She stomped her foot and raised her stake. �You shall not find me
so amusing when you are nothing but dust, demon!�
He
continued to smirk at her, his arms crossed over his chest. Isobel refused to
think about how his eyes were such a beautiful shade of green or how his hair
was as golden as a sunset. He was a demon, an abomination in the eyes of her
God, and she would fulfill her duty to vanquish him from this world.
She
ran towards him, stake poised for his heart.
He
moved quickly and swatted her like a fly.
Isobel
cried out in surprise as her bottom hit the hard, cool ground, and she looked
up in shock. How had he done that?
�You�re
new, aren�t you, Slayer? Of course you are. Your kind never lasts long. Why
those fools think little girls can fight us anyway is something I shall never
comprehend.�
His
words stroked her anger, and Isobel pushed herself to her feet, running towards
him again with renewed determination. He blocked her attack, but she swung with
her other hand, hitting him hard in the face, drawing blood in the wake of her
fist.
Edmund
merely laughed again, his tongue lapping at his own blood. �Yes,
Slayer. Show me you have fire.�
Isobel
hit him again, breathing heavy in exertion, her blue eyes focusing on nothing
but his face and his taunting smile.
This
time, Edmund hit back, smacking her across the face. Isobel gasped the sting
burning her skin like a flame. She came towards his heart again with the stake,
but he blocked her this time as well, his blow once again sending her to the
ground.
However,
this time, he didn�t allow her to rise again. Edmund lowered his body over
hers, pinning her to the ground, his hands like manacles around her wrists as
he kept her arms pinned and his powerful thighs clamped around hers.
�Did
you really expect to defeat me, Slayer?� he snarled, his demon face replacing
the beautiful features that had distracted her.
�It
doesn�t matter if I am the one who vanquishes you tonight or not, demon. I am
but an instrument of the Holy Father, and he will see you struck down for your
sins.�
�Is
that so?� he asked, amusement in feral yellow eyes. �Then I suppose I should enjoy
a great deal of sinning before he does to be certain I have done enough to
warrant such punishment.�
Edmund
moved quickly, both of her hands wrapped in one of his now, leaving his other
hand to trail her body, strong, cool fingers, moving against her skin above the
top of her bodice, caressing the ample mounds pushed forth by the restrictive
fabric. Isobel gasped, her tongue wetting her soft pink lips at the unfamiliar
sensation. She didn�t understand what the vampire was doing, wondering why he
was not taking the chance to rend the flesh of her neck when she was at his
mercy completely.
Then,
his mouth was at her neck, and Isobel closed her eyes as she whispered a soft
prayer to her Lord, asking him to forgive her for her failure and bless her
soul when it left her body. The demon atop her laughed again at the sound of
her prayer, then ran his tongue along the
rapidly-fluttering pulse of her neck.
�Not
yet, dove,� he whispered against her ear. �I haven�t had my fill of your
flesh.�
His
words only served to confuse her, and Isobel�s brow knitted as his hand
traveled down her side. Her body felt too hot, and she blamed the demon,
knowing it could be nothing but evil that would make her skin warm so when
touched by a cool hand.
She
cried out when suddenly, his hand was beneath her skirts, pushing them out of
the way to find her most intimate of places. She thrashed, fighting to keep her
thighs from parting for him, her breath coming in harsh pants now as she
realized his intentions.
�Please,
no�don�t defile me,� she begged. �I�I�ve taken a vow of chastity, and wish to
return to my Lord pure. Let me die as I lived, please��
�Shh� None of that now, Slayer,� Edmund replied, pushing his
way between her thighs. �Relax.�
She
shook her head, her eyes closed tight and her breath hissing through clenched
teeth. Her prayers continued to sound in her mind as she begged God to spare
her this final indignity.
Then,
his fingers found a place between her legs she had never known existed, and her
eyes snapped open, a cry of surprise falling from parted lips. The act of
fornication was one she had only heard of in hushed whispers, and whispers she
had never understood at that. But she had been certain it had been something
quite horrific.
This,
however, was not horrific. Not at all� His fingers were moving rapidly
against her, bringing her a sort of pleasure she had never known. Dewy moisture
ran down her thighs as she parted them, allowing him better access.
�That�s
a good girl,� Edmund purred. �I knew you would enjoy this, dove. I knew in the
way you moved� So beautiful. So deadly��
Isobel
moaned and thrust her hips up, no longer caring about anything but the pleasure
building in her body. His strong hand released her wrists to cup her ample
breast instead, and Isobel�s hand clutched at his shoulders instead of pushing
him away.
She
was lost to lust. Lost to him�
He
lowered his head to capture her lips, but instead, his chest pressed against
the large wooden cross she wore. He tore himself from her, crying out in pain
as his flesh sizzled.
His
hand was off her now, and Isobel moaned, her mouth opening to beg him to return
it before the reality of the situation came crashing around her, and she
remembered herself. Face flaming in embarrassment, she
punched him hard in the nose, knocking him from her body before she ran from
him.
Chest
heaving with unneeded breath and his own mouth parted in shock, Edmund watched
her run.

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The
priest was waiting for her when she returned to the church, and Isobel fell at
his feet. �Forgive me, Father. I was bested by the demon tonight, and he
escaped me.� Her cheeks reddened at her careful omission, knowing herself even
further damned for lying to a priest, but she couldn�t bring herself to admit
what she had allowed the demon to do.
The
priest rested his hand against her head. �It is all right, child. A woman
returned to the village tonight saying she was rescued from a wild beast by a
girl. You did the Lord�s work.�
Hot
tears stung her eyes as she felt like a charlatan. �Yes, Father. I�I did save a
woman.�
�Then
you have earned your rest for the night. You shall slay the demon soon, of this
I am certain. Now return to your chambers.�
Isobel
rose to her feet with a shaky nod before she returned to her quarters. Her
tear-filled eyes centered on the crucifix hanging on her wall as the door shut,
and she prostrated herself before it, begging her Lord for forgiveness for her
sins.

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Buffy
woke with a gasp on her lips, the first rays of sunlight streaming through the
window, her body shaking with desire. She ran her hands through her hair,
frustration coursing through her as her alarm began to clang.
She
hit it hard, reducing it to useless parts before storming out of the bed with a
growl.
�Stupid
pointless Slayer dreams,� she muttered, determined to put that little
bit of disturbingness out of her mind as she got
ready for work.

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