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Title: I Am Forever Author: Vanessa Rating: R for supernatural violence and language Disclaimers: I don’t own any of the Buffy characters just the ones i made up in my over active brain. This fic is AU. Pairing: Willow/Tara Summary:What if Jesse never died? What if Spike's role in Season three was totally different? What if Willow really did get turned into a vampire? And what if Angel... well was still exactly the same? ..... You would have my story! Feedback: Yes! Pretty pretty please!!
Chapter 3 (To Them These Streets Belong)
11:15pm
“Yo, where is Willow?” asked Jesse as he took a sip of his soda. “I haven’t heard from her since mid May.”
“Has anybody heard from Will?” asked Xander. “She hasn’t called me all summer.
“ No, but you know how she is,” said Buffy as she took a seat next to Xander. “School starts Monday, she’ll be there. Then we get to hear all about her wonderful summer in France and what she found there that took up all her time that she couldn’t call us.”
“You mean who,” said Cordellia as she came to stand in front of the table the three friends were sitting at.
“I’m sorry Cordy, I didn’t realize you were in this conversation,” said Xander sarcastically to his ex-girlfriend.
“What ever dweeb. I just wanted to tell you Willow is back already…and by the looks of it,” she looked over her shoulder to the dance floor. “she’s moved on with her life and she really doesn’t need you dorks anymore.” Laughing, Cordellia walked away from the stunned friends.
“Xan, look,” said Buffy, aimlessly pointing to a body on the dance floor.
“I’m looking,” said Xander, drool practically falling out of his mouth as he took in Willow’s new appearance.
“That can’t be Willow,” said Buffy, her brows knitting together.
“Oh I sure hope so,” said Xander as he hoped off his chair and started to make his way to the dance floor.
“Oh me too,” smiled Jesse as he watched Xander make his way to the redhead.
“Will, what’s up! You don’t write, you don’t call,” said Xander, coming to stand beside the leather clad redhead.
She gave him a once over, starting from his head to his feet. “Xander,” she whispered out. The tone of her voice was different then usual but the fact that her hand was roaming across his chest made it hard for him to decipher that. “I’ve missed you Xander.”
“I’ve missed you too Will,” said Xander, his breath becoming shakier as her hand made bigger circles across his chest. “we…we all have,” he hitched his thumb over his shoulder to indicate Buffy and Jesse.
“Buffy,” she said with a sardonic smile. “I don’t want to be here with Buffy, Xander.”
“You…you don’t?” he asked confused. Her hand was still lazily stroking his chest, even entering through the first few buttons on his shirt.
“No,” she gave him a pout. “I want to go somewhere with you Xander. Just you.” she continued to look into his eyes with a pout on her face.
“Umm...uhh,” he looked back over at Buffy who was looking on in confusion with Jesse. “Yeah, sure Will. Let me just grab my jacket.” He gave a quick smile to Willow, before backing up towards the table to grab his coat.
“Xander, what the hell is going on?” asked Buffy as she placed herself in front of the brown haired man.
“Uhh…we’re leaving,’ said Xander as he slipped his jacket on.
“Alright Xander,” cackled Jesse as he gave his friend a high-five.
“Um…fine let me get my coat,” said Buffy, stepping around Xander.
“No. Not you Buffy,” said Xander looking down at the dirty, beer stained floor. “Me and Willow. We are leaving.”
“What?” demanded Buffy.
“She want’s…she wants to be with me,” he said with a sheepish smile.
“Nice,” Jesse said, a giant shit-eating grin on his face.
“Xander, I don’t like this,” Buffy warned. “Something’s not right with her. She didn’t even say hi to me.”
“So what? That makes her evil or something!” yelled Xander. “you got some nerve Buffy.”
“Xander please,” begged the blonde.
“If you think there is something wrong then fallow,” huffed Xander not liking what his friend was initiating. “That is what you do isn’t it?”
Buffy just shook her head, not knowing what else to say. Jesse on the other hand couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face as the image of Xander and Willow getting it on.
***
12:20am
“So Will, how was France?” asked Xander as he tried to keep up with Willow’s powerful strides. “Like, did you see the tower thingy?”
“Here’s good,” she said as she came to a stop outside of a deserted storefront. “Get in.”
“It’s kinda dark in there Will, are you sure?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. He tried to peer into the store but all that looked back was darkness. “Willow I think this is a bad idea. We should go.”
She took a step closer to her childhood friend, loving the way the aroma of fear was washing off of him. “Get in,” she repeated, a hint of irritation showing.
“Nah Will, I’m going to go back and find Buffy,” he took a step away from the redhead but didn’t get very far.
“No, why don’t you stay,” said Spike as he jumped down from the landing behind Xander.
“Willow?” Xander asked, the fear in his eyes was palpable. He called out her name again, this time even shakier as tears threatened to fall from his eyes. “Willow?”
“Hush Xander,” Smiled Willow as she watched Spike seize him by the back of the head. “I always wanted a brother,” she giggled as she and her Sire both shifted into their demonic faces.
“WILL!” he screamed as he watched his best friends face transform into a being they have been killing for the past few years. “Willow, please no…we were… we are friends.” he begged.
“Bored now,” she said in a child like tone as she advanced on the crying teen.
“I believe he said no,” came another voice that was all to familiar. The figure jumped off the fire escape, knocking Willow over in the process.
“Angelous,” snarled Spike as he threw Xander aside like a bag of trash. “Still help the innocent I see.”
“Xander get out of here,” yelled Angel as he tried to keep both Spike and a dazed Willow in his line of sight. “Go find Giles.”
“Yeah yeah go,” Spike waved away the boy. “You weren’t much to look at anyways. Don’t know why Willow picked you,” he chuckled as he and Angel circled around each other.
“Why her?” Angel inquired as he took a quick glance at the sobering redhead.
“Why not her?” Spike asked back. “Look at her…she’s beautiful,” he let out another hyena laugh when Angel began to growl at his remark.
“You new who she was,” yelled Angel. “You new what she meant to people. To her friends!”
“To Buffy?” asked Willow coming to stand behind a astonished Angel. He swirled around to look at her, his dark blue blazer twirling in the nights air. “Hi Angel,” she gave him a sweet smile, showing off her canine teeth before moving to stand near Spike.
“Look what you created Spike,” said Angel with a sad shake of his head. “You turned a pure innocent soul into a monster.”
“Wasn’t I one of those once?” He waited a few seconds before adding. “An innocent. Now I’m one of you Angelous, and I have only you to thank.”
“Spike, I was a monster then…,” he started.
“And a monster I shall ever be,” growled Spike as he launched himself at his grandsire. Both fist flew in a speed of fury, connecting squarely with Angel’s jaw. Grabbing his grandsire by the lapels of his jacket, Spike slightly lifted the heavier man off the ground before slamming his forehead into his nose. His next move wasn’t so fortunate as Angel’s hand wrapped around his own in mid swing. Slamming his other muscular hand into Spikes chest, the blonde vampire rolled backwards until he was resting at Willow’s feet.
“My turn,” grinned Willow as she leaped over Spike’s body, her leather duster floating upwards with the wind.
“Willow,” Angel warned as he took a defensive stance to guard himself against the fiery redhead. He planted his feet shoulder length apart and slightly bent his knees to wait for the oncoming attack. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he protested as he balled up his fists.
“And what makes you think,” smirked Willow as she removed her jacket off her alabaster skin, “that I wont hurt you?” She gently tossed the leather garment onto a near by crate. Before the leather coat even settled, the redhead approached the older vampire.
The precision in which she threw her punches left little to no time for Angel to regroup. With great determination she threw another right hook, connecting with Angel’s left check bone before dropping down and sweeping the legs out from underneath the bigger vampire. With a loud thud, the world-renowned Angelous landed on his back in the dirt ridded street with his great grandchilde hovering over him.
“Bored,” was the single word that escaped through her blood stained red lips before she viciously kicked her great grandsire in the side. The sickening sound of ribs cracking drifted to Spike’s ears, where he sat on a tipped over trash can, watching his childe strike down his arrogant grandsire.
“Angel,” Spike said his name in a sad pathetic tone as he walked over to the beaten man. Bending at the knee’s so that he could look down at his beaten predecessor, “How does it feel to get your ass kicked by a four month old fledgling?” With a devilish grin, Spike grasped a handful of Angel’s gelled hair, yanking him off the ground by the roots. “Willow dear, Find a piece of wood,” smiled Spike as he pushed Angel, his face bloody and bruised up against a rough textured brick wall.
“Let him go,” said a voice panting from behind both Spike and Willow.
“About time,” grinned Willow as she turned around to face the Slayer, her golden eyes and sharp teeth gleaming in the darkness. “Been waiting for you Buffy.”
“Willow, what the fuck happened to you?” asked Buffy as she took another step closer to the redhead.
“Daddy,” smiled Willow as she took a quick glance over her shoulder at her Sire.
“Eww, that is just gross,” said Jesse who had remained silent and hidden behind Buffy for the duration of the time.
Willow just growled and gnashed her teeth together to issue a warning towards Jesse. The snarling sound caused Jesse to shriek in shock and raise a sculptured wooden cross with a shaking hand, hoping the beast that wore his friends face would back up.
“Jesse, stay there,” warned Buffy as she blocked him from the snarling vampire. “Wait for Xander and Giles.”
“Oh the boy size snack is coming back,” grinned Spike as he dropped Angel to the ground. For good measure he gave his grandsire another kick to the stomach before turning to stand next to Willow. “Buffy is it?” asked Spike as he carefully sauntered closer to the Slayer. “Why don’t you hand us over that one,” he gestured towards the black-haired male who was desperately holding up the cross to keep the vampires away “and I’ll trade you for this pathetic excuse of a vampire.”
“How about you leave,” snapped Buffy in outrage. “Before I kill you.”
“Oh such a funny Buffy,” laughed Willow as she half circled the Slayer. “Always so funny, always so delicious,” her glazed over eyes stared at the slayer as her pink supple tongue slipped out between her blood red lips, moistening the dry cracked flesh. “I wonder if you will moan and scream the way I always imagined you would,” her monotone voice sent chills down the Slayers spine, as her cruel gaze never wavered off the wiry blonde. “…care to find out?”
With cat like reflexes, Buffy bounced onto the balls of her feet while grabbing a stake from the waist band of her pants. “Jesse, if anything happens to me I want you to run,” Buffy said to the shaking man standing a few steps behind her. Casting a quick glance to the ground to see the condition Angel was in, she new she would be all alone in this fight.
“Oh yea him,” Spike smirk as he notice the Slayer looking at his grandsire. “He’s not going to be able to help you.” If possible his golden eye’s seemed to shine even brighter at seeing the crestfallen look cross over the Slayers face. “That’s not a problem for you know, is it love?”
With a frustrated growl caught deep in her throat, Buffy lounged herself at the platinum blonde haired vampire. Catching him off guard, the two creatures of the night flipped over one another as they rolled around on the trash littered floor.
Willow looked down at her Sire and once best friend with disgust on her face, as she watched the two tussle around in filth. Looking back up from the unimpressive duel, she leisurely ran her eyes around the deserted street before resting them once again on Jesse. Giving the quivering boy a wicked smile, she was satisfied when it sent him clattering backwards into the nearest brick wall. Removing her gaze from off the boy and onto her Sire, she decided to help him out in killing the Slayer.
With the bleach blonde vamp pinned to the floor, Buffy pulled out a second stake from her jacket, having lost the first one sometime during their fight. Looking down into the vampires bloody face, she noticed that he hadn’t lost his smirk from earlier. Deciding that she was going to do something about it she let loose with a few quick jabs, some to the nose, others to the eyes. Lifting her hand again, she raised the stake above her shoulder in a striking position, lined up with the still grinning vampires heart. Just as she was about to end his life a sharp kick connected with the side of her head, the prickling sensation running down her neck and the ringing in her ears sent her toppling over sideways.
“Hi Buff, did you forget about me?” chided Willow as she lent over a dazed Buffy. “Did you really think I was just gonna let you stake my Sire?” With an angry growl Willow let loose with her left foot, kicking ferociously into Buffy’s ribs. “Did you think Daddy was gonna let you stake him that easily?” Another vicious kick, this time to her hips. “And did you think…boy,” Willow said as she turned around in a flash, grasping Jesse’s arm in a vice like grip, the one that was holding the stake. “That I didn’t hear you?” With a maddening smile that would put the Joker to shame, she stared at the boy while she used her other hand to grip Jesse’s neck. “What makes you think I won’t kill you?”
“Will,” Jesse tried to choke out through her tight grip.
“Speak up boy, your wasting my time,” she said as she shook his head as if he was a jibber jabber doll.
“Will, easy,” reprimanded Spike. “Remember what happened last time.” Brushing the mud and caked on ripped paper off of his clothes, Spike walked over to the fallen Slayer to see she had her eyes closed and her mouth half open with slight pants coming out. “Oh look the Slayer’s in pain,” he said in a happy tone, if it was possible a tear probably would have slipped from his eye. With a slight movement of his foot he nudged the Slayers shoulder to gauge her reaction. Noticing the deep intake of breath at the slight movement, Spike did it again and again. As his foot went to connect with her shoulder for the fourth time, the slumped over figure of Angel spoke up.
“Leave her alone,” he chocked out as he raised himself into a slightly sitting/leaning position on the floor.
“Ohh Angelous, old boy, you woke up,” grinned Spike as he stepped on Buffy’s stomach to walk over to Angel. As his hand went down to grab at Angel’s jacket collar, the brown haired vamp grabbed his pale wrist. “Ahh!” He shouted in pain as Angel twisted his frail wrist.
“Let him go!”
“What?” said both Spike and Angel as they looked behind them, staring at the figure cloaked in darkness.
The man standing in the dark alleyway stepped forward, seven vampires fallowing close behind him. “Let him go,” the voice said again. As he spoke his image became perfectly viewable to those standing in the deserted street.
“Thomas,” Spike growled as he yanked his hand away from Angel, the older vamp wasn’t paying him much attention anymore anyways.
“Spike?” Questioned Willow as she walked closer to her Sire, Jesse still held tight in her grip. As Willow watched her Sire glare at the other vampire with the badly cut up face she decided it was time for them to make their departure. “Well Angel, I think it is time for us to leave,” with that said she kicked Jesse in the stomach, propelling the boy into the brown haired mans weak arms. As the boy flew from her grasp, she and Spike made a mad dash down the road to try and escape from the newest arrivals.
“Get them!” Shouted Thomas as four of his men went after Willow and Spike and the other three stayed to finish off Angel, Jesse, and the fallen Slayer.
***
3:17am
The scuffle that broke out outside of the abandon storefront showed Angel and Jesse trying to defend a dazed and confused Buffy from three unruly vampires.
“Jesse, we just need to hold them off till reinforcement comes,” barked Angel as he shoved back an advancing vampire.
“okay, whatever you say,” squeaked out the petrified boy.
***
3:30am
“Ahh, these bleeding buggers are still fallowing our tail,” shouted Spike to Willow as he jumped over an overturned trash can.
“Who are these guys?” She questioned as she looked over her shoulder to spot three burly vamps tossing aside the trashcans as they continued to pursue them, a forth one not far behind.
“They’re Shantou’s followers. They’re after you,” snapped Spike as he grasped a wooden crate leaning up against the wall and chucked it at a tattooed covered vampire.
“Me?” The redhead asked as she too found something to throw at them.
“Yes. You are the childe among childe that he has been looking for. You were suppose to bring him unspeakable power.”
“Oh,” she uttered before coming to a dead stop.
“Willow, are you nuts!” yelled Spike, his eyes growing wide.
“Done running,” she droned out in her sinister voice. Grabbing the closest vampire by his ripped tattered clothing, she heaved his heavy load over her head and straight into the overstuffed green dumpster beside her. “Who’s next?” She asked of the three remaining vampires.
“You’re a dumb git sometimes,” chided Spike, coming to stand beside his childe who was facing down the tattooed vampire. “A real dumb git,” he added when he noticed the crowbar the husky demon held.
“Shantou’s going to reward me big for bringing you to him,” husked out the broot all the while pointing his index finger at the redhead.
“Yeah well Shantou promisie a lot of things,” nodded Spike as he tried to provoke the vampire into doing something stupid.
“Leno, Slug, get this shit head,” the tattooed covered thug order, pointing his crowbar at Spike. “I got dibs on Red.”
“You got it Keith,” shouted back one of the vamps.
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_________________ Alyson, oh, Alyson why don´t you join my band? So you could play the flute like this one time in band camp. I Am Forever / A Special Christmas of Sorts / Maybe It's Just Me / Honeysuckle Rose / Blackouts and Breakthroughs / When Love Arrives
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