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Title: I Am Forever
Author's name: Vanessa
Rating: R... Because I say the "F" word more then once
Disclaimer: All of the BTVS characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy and all them people
Summary: It's on the first page
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Chapter 17
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5:43am
“Tara, dear, please take a seat,” said Giles, indicating the plush desk chair to his right.
“H-hell no. You n-need to tell me what the f-f-fuck is going on!” Tara shouted, as she clutched a bag she grabbed from her room to her chest, her knuckles growing white from shear force. “Who are y-you people? Wh-why is there a girl unconscious on the couch? And why the f-fuck was that guy s-sniffing the air!
Giles slowly removed his glasses from off his nose. Yanking out his handkerchief from inside his pocket, he gently started to clean the lenses. “Well, were should I start.”
“The beginning would be nice,” the blonde said as she shifted from one foot to the next. Her eyes kept shifting from the three men to the door at her left from which she entered the house.
The older gentlemen walked further into the living room, his hands cuffed together behind his back. He stopped walking when he reached the blonde, who if not covered in cuts and bruises would have seemingly looked to be sleeping. “What I am about to say can never be repeated outside of this house, understood?” said Giles, replacing his cleaned glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. He took a seat on the ottoman in front of Buffy, running his hand through her dirty hair, before turning his gaze back to the frightened blonde.
“Ok,” Tara said unsteadily.
“Buffy…” he paused, unsure as to exactly what to say. “Well you see, Buffy here is a unique individual.”
“She’s a Slayer!” blurted out Jesse, unable to hold in Buffy’s secret any longer.
“Jesse!” Xander said through his gritted teeth, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.
“S-slayer?” Tara asked dumbfounded. “Vampire Slayer? As in t-the C-chosen One?”
“Quite,” assured Giles. “And I am her watcher.” He once again returned his attention to the beaten women laying on the couch.
“And t-the g-guy in the b-basement?” She asked, inching further into the living room and farther away from the kitchen.
“Vampire,” Xander said, confirming what the blonde was already thinking.
“N-no. Th-this is a joke.” Her hands holding the backpack clutched tighter. “Vampire’s d-don’t exist!”
“Come on Tar, how else where you able to pull of the magicy voodoo to burn Will’s….” his sentence trailed off as something clicked in his head. “How were you able to do the magicy voodoo?” Throughout his panicked state at the Magic Box and then later on while running away, he had forgotten all about Tara’s encounter with Willow.
“Magic?” Giles inquired.
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3:20am
“So what can I do for you Officer?” Asked the robust man as he tied a loop into his robe belt. He led the women through his living room and into his kitchen, switching on lights as he went.
“Just here to get some…help,” She indicated in a vague manner.
“Oh.” He blinked his round bulgy eyes at the brunette a few times before replying. “What kind of help?“
“Well my colleague and I…” she threw a thumb over her shoulder in the direction of her car.
“ Colleague? Would they like to come in?” He offered as he went to his cumbered to rummage for what she assumed would be his midnight snack.
“That would be great,” she smirked. “Why don’t I go get him.”
“Oh, Officer.”
She turned around to stare at the middle-aged man. “Hmm?”
“Would you or your partner like something to drink?”
“As a matter of fact I think we would,” her eyes glistened yellow for a split second as she stared at the fat mans bulging neck.
“How does coffee sound?”
“Perfect.” She grinned before heading out of the house and down to the police cruiser.
Yanking the back door open, she lent half of her body into the vehicle, reached inside for the former cop. “Wakie Wakie,” she said as she slapped his blood drained face twice. “Mama’s got a surprise for you.” Her face switched to its demonic form at the thought of blood that would soon be pouring out of the fat mans neck.
“Hungry,” the newly turned vampire growled out as he stared up at his Sire.
“Good, get up.”
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6:28am
Her hand slide gracefully down her chest, unclasping the eight fasteners that help her blouse together. Shrugging her shoulders backwards, she allowed the shirt to slide down her seemingly pale and fragile skin. Swinging the garment around, the redhead held the blouse chest high with her right hand, fingering a silver dollar size hole with her left index finger.
“I need a new shirt,” she husked out as she let the shirt fall to the ground, she watched as the material pooled around her booted feet.
“Of course you do,” Spike said sarcastically haven watched his childe mull over her ruined shirt for the last hour. “Would you like mine?” He pinched two spots on his shirt and stretched it in an outward direction. “It has very unique style lines and a worn in feel to it” he smirked, looking down onto his blood splattered, ripped, and tattered shirt.
“Bite me,” Willow growled out, her charred face flaking with the movement.
He leaped off the couch and over to his childe, gripping her cheekbones tightly “Already have my dear,” spike said drawly as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. He watched as more flesh scraped away before releasing his grip.
Willow just snarled at him, displeased in her Sire attempt at humor. Turning around, she cantered over to the cellars entrance, making sure to stay clear of the stream of sunlight beaming between the cracked wooden doors. She stood there for a while and watched as another spider crept down its web and onto her shoulder. This time allowing the spider to crawl across her naked torso, down to her bellybutton before scooping it up .
“I almost had her,” she said out load as she gently petted the spiders back.
“We’ll get her don’t worry,” assured Spike as he rather unceremoniously plopped himself down on the tattered couch.
“Oh, I’m not worried,” she smirked as she stretched out her hand towards the stream of light. The spider in her palm tried to escape as her hand heated up from the sun. As her hand started to bubble up and blister from the sun, she watched as the spiders legs slowly started to burn off. “I know I will get her,” She giggled as she watched the spider explode.