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 Post subject: Re: I Am Forever (Updated November 10th!)
PostPosted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 8:57 pm 
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Title: I Am Forever
Author's name: Vanessa
Rating: R! Lots of Gore and violence.
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 24



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“Yea Buff. What do we do? Willow mocked, enjoying the sight of the panicking slayer as Thomas and his gang closed in.

“Xander, keep an eye on Willow,” she said, her voice wavering with uncertainty. “I’ll get the rest.”

“Buffy, I don’t like our odds here,” Xander gulped, taking a shaky step closer to his ex best friend, half his focus still remaining on the blonde slayer.

“You could always try to make a run for it,” Willow antagonized, her feet slowly shuffling backwards.

“We’re not moving.” Buffy persisted, her hand already gripped tightly to her battered ribcage.

“You won’t survive,” Willow said bitterly, further antagonizing the stressed out slayer. “You do know this. You’re weak. Still hurt from our last encounter. It was a stupid decision for you to come after me.”

“Shut up,” Buffy growled out, swinging her right hand backwards, her fist connecting squarely with the vampires chin.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she rubbed her face gingerly where the slayer’s fist had just connected. It took all of her will power not to strike out at the injured slayer. Instead, she focused her attention on the small army of vampire’s slowly walking towards them. “Although I had planned on you being my first slayer. I think I’ll have to give up this opportunity. I hope you understand.” She spun around quickly, planning on running to the end of the alley where she could easily scale the large dumpster and hope to the neighboring rooftop.

“Crap, Buff she’s gone,” Xander said as he watch the slick vampire vanish down the alley.

“Forget her,” Buffy said, turning her attention back to Thomas’s gang. “We have more threatening matters.”

Before Willow reached the far wall of the alley where her long forgotten victim sat huddled in the corner, a large demon with a unique skin condition dropped gracefully to the floor from the roof above. “Sorry Red, but there’s only one way you’re leaving this alley … and that’s with me.”

“Oh really?” She growled back, her anger rising at the fact some low life demon was preventing her from escaping this potentially deadly situation. Charging the demon, she let loose with a few left and right hooks, all of which were easily deflected by the creature standing before her.

Taking a step back, she finally took a moment to size up her challenger, taking in his full size and height for the first time. Looking up at her only sensible escape root, she caught sight of four other large flabby demons just like the one standing in front of her.

“Shit,” she growled out in frustration. Throwing one more punch at the saggy skinned demon, then a quick, low kick which threw him off balance, she spun around and took off for the opening of the alley at full speed.

“Damn it,” The Hemlock demon grumbled as he sunk back into the shadows, having lost the only current available opportunity to grab the redhead.

Flying by Xander who was still standing at the threshold of the alleyway with a petrified expression on his face as he watched four snarling vampires start to close in on him, she flung herself at the group of crowding vampires, knocking three of them to the floor in the process.

Finally snapping out of his trance and regaining some semblance of courage and strength, Xander charged at the last standing vampire that was stalking him. Heaving the small hand held axe over head, he swung down hard, lodging the blade of the sharp instrument into the vampires shoulder.

“Oh crap,” Xander whimpered as he desperately tugged at the weapon, the axe failing to un-lodge from the demons hard flesh. Taking a step backwards, he shoved his left hand into his front pocket, searching frantically for a new weapon.

Gripping his hand over the handle of the short axe, the vampire yanked the offending weapon out of his skin with a hiss all the while glaring down the shaking human standing before him who was fiddling with a unidentifiable object in one of his baggy pant pockets. Twirling the weapon around on the tips of his finger, he advanced on the boy, an evil smirk plastered across his face.

“Back, back. Back up!” Xander shouted after he finally brandished the wooden cross from his pocket.

Growling in anger, the demon took a quick step away from the brown haired boy, his top lip curling upwards around his teeth in displeasure. “Stop being such a pansy and fight me like a real man.”

Bobbing his head from side to side, “I think I’m gonna stick with the Holy goodness right here,” he quipped, jiggling the cross at the vampire. “As long as I have this, you can’t touch me.”
Letting out a infuriated growl, the vampire swung his right hand out, the sharpened axe blade slicing through the crucifix like warm butter.

“Oh crap,” Xander shrieked meekly as he stared down at the half missing crucifix. Thinking quickly, he chucked the remaining piece of wood at the vampires face before darting out into the middle of the street.

“Not so fast slick,” laughed Reid as his hand seemed to dart out from nowhere, catching Xander around the back of the neck. Throwing the young boy to the ground, the salivating vampire, followed by Austin and the one wielding the axe slowly sauntered towards their pray. “I just love this part.” Reid said snidely as he licked his overly dried lips, his left hand extending downwards to grab at the fear stricken human.

“Xander!” Buffy yelled out, her eyes widening in fear as she watched her friend get tossed to the floor from where she stood, a horde of seven vampires circling her every move making it impossible for her to help him.

Before he new it, the hand that seemed to be slowly reaching down to no doubt end his young existents engulfed into flames. He scurried backwards on his hands and butt in a stat of panic as the demon let out a high pitch squeal, his whole body now completely immersed in a bright red and orange blaze. Turning his head to the side he caught a glimpse of dirty blonde hair and a arm stretched out tight, palm held flat with fingers spread apart. “Tara,” he let out in a deep sigh, “Thank god.”

“X-Xander. Get up!” Tara ordered as she let out another bolt of flame, this one hitting the ground in front of the axe wielding vamp and Austin’s feet, preventing them from advancing any further on the fallen boy.

The two demons growled out their anger as they shuffled their feet from side to side, the repeated bolts of fire blocking them from advancing on their helpless pray.

Scampering to his feet, Xander darted towards the blonde witch, hiding behind her like a petrified child. “How’d you find us?” He inquired.

“Angel,” she said simply as she removed a stake from a hidden pocket inside the leather jacket she was wearing. “H-he could smell y-your f-fear.”

“For once I am so happy he is a walking creepazoid,” Xander said with a nervous chuckled as he accepted the sharpened stake from the blonde. He scanned the street swarmed with fighting bodies. To his left Willow stood with her game face on, striking violently against three of the four vampires who had her pinned to the floor earlier, a fourth stealthy sneaking up behind her. To his right was Buffy and Angel, fighting vigilantly with eight remaining vampires. To the front of him and Tara still stood the two snarling vampires from before. And standing directly behind them on the opposite sidewalk, about fifteen feet away, stood Thomas, Dino, and another vampire who held a secure grip around a raggedy teenagers throat, all safely out of harms way. “We need to kill these two then help Buffy.”

“What a-about h-her?” Tara asked, indicating to the growling redhead with a slight indication of her own head.

“Forget her,” Xander said briskly as he rushed towards the demon who still held his axe. “Let them kill each other.”

She took one more quick look at the smirking redhead who was using one of her own kind as a shield to protect herself from the onslaught of punches and kicks the others where throwing. Conjuring up another fireball, she held it in her hand as she quickly followed behind Xander, planning on using it as soon as she reached the two monsters.


***


“Darrel, watch the boy. Dino, get the witch!” Thomas barked out, shoving his right hand man into the skirmish after watching the blonde burn another one of his minions. With a sadistic grin. “I’ll get the childe.”

“I don’t think so mate,” came a think heavy British accent seemingly from nowhere, before a set of boney knuckles connected with his right cranial bone.

“William, I was wondering when you would get here,” smirked Thomas as he held his right hand over his eye, a dull ache radiating from his skull. “A fight’s just not the same without you anymore.”

“Right,” Spike drawled out as he took a side step around his blood brother. “And a nights just not the same anymore without kicking your ass.”

“Your sense of humor never seizes to amaze me,” Thomas said dryly as he walked counter clockwise around Spike. Morphing slowly into his demonic visage due to the numerous cuts adorning his face, “But right now I’m not in the mood for humor.”

“Good,” Spike pronounced slowly in a calm and eerie voice, his hands flexing by his sides like an old western gun slinger. As soon as the drawn out word left his mouth, he let loose with a right hook catching the somewhat shorter man across the chin.

The slightly younger vampire stumbled backwards at the brute force of his older brothers punch, not having expected such a hard blow right off the bat. After regaining his balance, he looked into the cold blue eyes of the hundred seventeen year old Brit, his trade mark smirk adorning his symmetrical face. Shaking his head back and forth, he sent blood flying from his mouth, his jagged tooth having tore a hole through his lip upon impact with Spike’s fist.

Spike watched as his cocky sibling shook his head from side to side, small pools of blood flying from his mouth as he did so. His nostrils flaring as the rich aroma of Tom’s latest victims blood assaulted his senses, the heavy sent of AB- causing his nonexistent pulse to race as it splattered against the asphalt.

“Like what you smell?” Thomas chuckled as he whipped the back of his hand over his lips, smearing blood across his lower jaw. Egging the older vampire on, he continued to toy with the blood that was steadily dripping from the side of his mouth, wiping it gingerly in haphazard patterns over his bare torso. “He’s right there if you care to take a taste.” He motioned with his hand, a half arched gesture to the young boy held firmly in Darrel’s grip.

Against his better judgment, Spike peeked a glance at the boy being held against his will on the sidewalk. The whole five seconds it took for him to cast his gaze to the side to get a clear view of the teenager was more then enough time for Thomas to gain the upper hand. Rushing forward, Thomas speared the leather clad demon in the chest, effectively driving them both to the ground.

The two landed on the asphalt with a bone sickening crack, Spike’s head bouncing three times off of the semi gravely blacktop as if it was a basketball. Growling in outrage at having being outwitted by his younger counterpart, the platinum blonde haired vampire tried to push the brunette off of him but had little success.

“I’m not as weak as I use to be William,” Thomas growled out as he punched straight down into Spike’s nose with his left hand. “I’ve had ninety-seven years to perfect my fighting abilities. And Master Shantou has seen to it that all of his favorite children get special training,” smiled Tom as he once again punched Spike in the nose, this time snapping the bone, blood squirting out rapidly.

“You know the Master told me to kill you,” Thomas said with a satisfied grin as he punched his older brother in the face for the third time. “All he wants is the girl … he couldn’t care about you anymore.”

“You really think you can kill me?” Spike gurgled out around a mouthful of blood, as he looked up into Thomas’s beady yellow eyes. “You don’t have it in you,” he smirked as he shifted his position on the ground, his smile growing wider. “Never did.” With that he placed both of his hands against Thomas’s bare chest, pushing upwards and to the side with all his might, sending the promiscuous vampire rolling sideways.

Swiftly kicking his legs up so that his knees where almost touching his chest and his hands where placed behind his ears, Spike flipped himself back into a standing position. Just as he regained his footing, Thomas started to pick himself up off of the floor as well. “If you did, you would have killed me years ago!” Barked out Spike as he flung his right foot forwards, the steel toed boot connecting squarely with Thomas’s sternum.

The man on the floor flipped over twice before coming to lay perfectly still on his back, his eyes gazing up absently into the nights sky. “You’re nothing but an insect Thomas,” Spike harrumphed as he stomped his boot down onto Thomas unshielded stomach. Briefly looking around, he took in the sight of the three separate groups fighting before redirecting his attention back onto the light haired brunette.

Removing his foot from off of Thomas’s bare chest, he kicked the younger vampire in the face with a blatant shot as he continued to belittled the fallen demon. “Do you really think you would have made it this far if it wasn’t for me all those years ago?” Spike asked as he hovered over Thomas’s bruising body. Lifting his boot up, he held it steadily over Thomas’s slightly bleeding face, preparing to strike his foot down over and over again onto Tom’s face and stomach. With his tongue pressed tightly against his teeth, hot air flowed unnecessarily from Spike’s throat and into the semi cold night sky.

As his boot was about to strike down onto Thomas’s face once more, the younger demons hands snapped straight out, clasping tightly around Spike’s leather clad foot. Shoving upwards, he pushed Spike off balanced sending the platinum blonde vampire spiraling backwards onto his posterior.


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“Buffy!” Angel shouted out as he watched the blonde crumple to the floor after a powerful right hook from one of the remaining vampires she was facing. The man that knocked her down now hovering over her prone body with a sardonic look on his face, his foot positioned behind him ready to kick her battered frame.

Growling in anger he uppercut the vampire standing in front of him, sending the newly turned demon flying a substantial distance backwards. Spinning around, he swiftly removed a stake that was hidden inside his blazer and sunk it deep within the closes standing vampire, not waiting for the monster to turn to dust before moving on to his next victim, dusting him as effortlessly as well.

“Back it up pretty boy,” snarled a moderately large vampire with a rather unique taste in fashion as he halted Angels progression towards the slayer. The sides of his head were shaved while the top was gelled up into a Mohawk that was dyed purple. The right half of his face was covered in a black tribal tattoo while his left side was adorned with various piercings. “Where’d you think you’re going big fella?” He barked out as his ring clad hand connected squarely with the much older vampires right cheek bone, sending the taller man stumbling backwards a few steps

“To my girl,” Angel growled out as he took a step forward, punching the punk rock vampire in the stomach with the hand that was tightly clenched into a fist around the stake. As the demon bent over at the waist from the impact of the punch, Angel took that opportunity to use his right hand to rip the eyebrow ring out of the punks brow. As soon as the demon jerked upwards in pain Angel placed both hands in a diamond position in the center of the howling vampires chest, pushing him away.

Once there was enough room for him to move around the punk demon, Angel bolted to the Slayer’s side, tackling the vampire that was brutally kicking her in the torso. As they clashed to the ground Angel head butted the much smaller fiend in the hopes of rendering him incapacitated while he scrapped his hands out from under the slender body, plunging the now dull stake deep within the walking corpse.

Just as he was about to lift the nearly unconscious slayer off of the ground, the gothic vampire, his face now gushing with blood from where the piercing was ripped out of his brow, speared the more experienced vampire in the chest. Somersaulting backwards, the two demons landed in a heap on top of each other, fist and elbows being thrown haphazardly as they tried to connect their hits with any unexposed flesh.

The two fought for what felt like an hour before Angel was able to scamper away on his hands and stomach, briskly scurrying towards the stake that scattered a few feet away when he was tackled by his opponent. As soon as his fingertips touched the rough exterior of the stake he was yanked backwards at the ankle by his adversary. Flipping over, he kicked the demon with the abnormal body modifications in the face successfully knocking him off balance before turning back around for the stake.

Swinging back around, Angel pulled the stake up just in time to impale the Mohawked vampire as he lunged forward, the serrated piece of wood sinking deep into the vampires un-beating heart. Wiping at his chest, the brooding vampire brushed away the now permanently dead vampire before hoping to his feet.

“Buffy,” He said gently, as he took two quick steps to the blondes side. Brushing the hair off of the Slayers face he examined the numerous cuts and bruises before gently scooping her up off the pavement.

“Angel,” Buffy said weekly, her eyes rolling upwards as she pronounced his name. “We have … to save … Xander.”

“I’ll get him,” Angel promised as he made his way towards the two fighting teenagers, the slayer cradled carefully in his arms.

***

The words ‘get the witch’ reverberated in the back of her mind as she fought desperately against the four slightly more advanced vampires. If anyone was going to ‘get’ the witch it would be her. With a renown set of strength she pushed upwards, knocking two of the vampires to the grown. With a boisterous laugh she lashed out with both of her hands at the nearest vampire, digging her sharpened nails deep into his throat until flesh started to tare away from muscle and nerves. With one final tug, she completely ripped out the vampires throat, crumpling the demon to the ground in a heap of blood and then dust.

Snapping her head slightly to the right, her vibrant golden eyes beaming harshly into those of the dull yellow ones of the remaining standing vampires. Letting out a slow emotionless growl, “You’re next,” she proclaimed before advancing on him, her brows furrowed downwards in pure unadulterated hatred.

Quickly advancing on the bald vampire, Willow grabbed the sleazy demon by the center of his overly stained grey shirt. She punched him directly in the center of his face, watching as her arm and his head snapped backwards with the force of the punch. Using her arm that was already hyper extended, she yanked it back forward, his head flinging towards her like a whip, giving her the perfect opportunity to repeatedly punch him over again.

On the forth punch to the vampires now flatten nose, she released her tight grip on his greasy shirt, letting him take a few steps backwards before leveling a round house kick to his temple, watching with pure satisfaction as he tumbled straight to the asphalt. Swiftly twirling around, her right knee coming resting on the ground as her left swept across the smooth pavement she became eye level to groin with one of the vampires who just picked himself up off of the ground.

Smirking to herself, she let loose with a right jab, catching the male vampire in his family jewels with her boney knuckles. She watched as his eyes slightly bugged out and his Adams apple wiggled up and down in quick jerks before he slowly dropped down to his own knees. Once on his knees, his hands clasped firmly around his throbbing dick, she gripped her right hand around his meaty neck, slamming his head backwards into the blacktop, cracking his skull open on the cement and rendering him immobile for the time being.

As blood rushed from the open wound at the back of his cranium, the sent of copper wafted upwards, attracting the last conscious vampire who was now standing on shaky legs. “Your bloods gonna be running red next sweetheart,” he said in a thick southern accent, the steel under his faded grey cowboy boots clapping awkwardly on the cement street as he began slinking in the redheads direction, his brown handle bar mustache curdle upwards in what was suppose to be a menacing snarl.

Giving him what she considered to be her own intimidating snarl, she waited perched on her right knee until the burly Texan was only a few feet away. “Bring it,” she said in a deep throaty growl, her top lip vibrating like those of a pissed off Rottweiler while guarding its territory. Although her head was downcast, she kept her eyes glued onto the man approaching her, instantly catching the small movement his left hand made as it brushed up against his hip, a small metal object hidden in the inside of his palm.

Once he was in arms distance of the redhead, he flicked his left hand out, his palm snapping upwards along with a royal blue butterfly knife that flapped open across his knuckled. As the device flipped open, his four fingers bent inwards to keep the ‘safe handle’ in place as the ‘bite handle’ rotated around his thumb before coming to latch together with its counterpart in the middle of his palm.

“This is just to easy,” chuckled the robust Texan as he pointed the short blade down at the kneeling vampires face. Thrusting the tip of the blade towards the redheads throat, he watched with genuine horror as the seemingly meek female vampire flung her head backwards, dodging the cool steal metal blade with ease.

“My turn,” Willow said dangerously, her eyes finally rising to meet his. Quickly, her left hand came up to grasp tightly around the larger vampires weapon wielding wrist. Twisting the wrist in her hand counter clockwise, she didn’t stop rotating until she heard bones crack and the metal weapon release from his meaty grasp. With a devilish snicker she jammed her right hand, palm opened, upwards, effectively snapping the demons elbow in its opposite bending direction.

“Ahh,” the Texan screamed in agony as he looked down at the Ulna bone that was protruding from his skin. “You little bitch!”

Putting pressure on the arm that she just broke multiple times, the redhead used the feeble appendage to help lift her slender frame from off of the floor, effectively snapping the weakened radius bone in the process. “Not so easy anymore huh?” Willow teased as she hovered over the vampire who was slowly sinking to one knee in pain, her left hand still holding tight onto his mangled arm.

Walking slowly around the much larger demon, Willow twisted the injured arm backwards, twisting the shoulder nearly out of its socket. Once she was directly behind the practically crying vampire, his bulky frame now almost completely lowered to the floor, she hefted her right foot onto the center of his back. Placing more then half of her weight onto that one foot, she waited a few seconds, torturing the demon as the tendons in his arm extended further before giving him a firm kick, propelling his body forward into the tarmac while completely tearing his left arm clean from his body.

Bending down, she retrieved the knife that was laying next to the wounded demons body. In her crouched position she examined the shiny royal blue handle for a second or two before looking at the disfigured arm still clutched in her hand. “I can end all your suffering if you want.” She said in a nonchalant tone, her head cooked to the side.

“Go to hell,” the demon growled, his right hand clenched tight around his profusely bleeding nub.

Letting out a short laugh and a smile that was no where close to reaching her eyes, “Not for a long time.” She swung the handle of the knife around in her palm before letting the weapon fly loose from her grip.


***


Dino launched off the sidewalk with a shove from his boss in the direction of the brunette and the dirty haired blonde. His face transforming from that of its normal stoic stature to that of its hideous demonic form. He carefully stalked around the fighting witch, careful not to get into her line of sight and set off what he considered to be her spirit fingers.

He watched her for a short while, sizing her up and looking for a perfect time to strike. He waited until she casted another fireball, knowing from those precious few minutes he spent watching her that it took her a few minutes to recuperate after each spell. With a mischievous grin, he glided across the street in the direction of the witch, his eye’s trained on the back of her throat.

His golden eyes burned bright as he was within a foot of her, his meaty hands coming up to wrap around her mouth and midsection. As he gripped the witch tight around her stomach and mouth he yanked back sharply, pulling her a significant distance away from her demon fighting friend. Once he was sure he had a firm grip on the struggling witch in his hands, he cranked his mouth open wide, his top teeth extending farther as he brought his face dangerously close to her succulent neck.

Panic stricken, Tara screamed in terror against the hand that was tightly clamped down against her mouth. Wiggling frantically, she kicked her legs hysterically as they swung a good half a foot off the ground, hoping against all odds that she might catch the demon in the shin with the heel of her shoes. As ice cold air tickled the back of her neck, most likely emanating from the demons decrepit throat, the blondes eyes grew wide and her heart skipped a beat as it started pounding even faster then it currently had been.

Just as she felt the razor sharp teeth of the unknown vampire graze across her porcelain skin, the head nestled close to hers jerked backwards violently, his grasp on her body squeezing tighter for just a second before letting go completely.

Shaking loose from the vampires grip, Tara took two steps away from the demon before turning around, staring at the immobilized demon. There stood the stout demon, his golden eyes glazed over and his mouth still hanging open, a small silver object just barely exiting the opening of his lips. Raising her right hand, she was in the process of conjuring up another fireball when a silky smooth voice from behind the immobilized vamp interrupted her spell.

“Now there’s no need to kill the lad. He’s already in a great deal of pain and he won‘t be moving for quite a while.” Smirked the redhead as she sleekly walked towards the blonde, the Texans dismantled arm dragging on the ground from her own left hand, a trail of blood following in her wake. “Here, lets just make sure he really is down for the count.” Lifting her hand up she gripped the handle of the butter fly knife protruding from the nape of the demons neck, twisting the blade clockwise so that it would rip ligaments and muscles away from the second and third vertebrae before yanking it out of the ashen colored flesh.

Bring the blood covered knife up to her lips, she let her tongue slink out of her mouth, licking the assailants blood clean off of one side of the dagger. “Tasty,” she said with a purr before suddenly flinging the dangerous weapon straight at the blonde.

“Guh,” Tara shrieked as the bloody knife flew right by hear head, the whooshing sound it made as it spun head over end reverberating in her eardrum. Both of her hands instantly flung up to her face to check for any significant damage. When none was forth coming she spun around on her heels to look behind her to see where the redhead had aimed. There, laying on the floor a few feet away was a lanky vampire, his bicep hooked under Xander’s throat having recently been chocking the young brunette, the blue handle of the knife jutting out through the demons right eye socket.

“You,” Tara said as she looked back and forth between Xander, who was panting ferociously on the floor, and the vampire who was staring at her oddly. “You saved Xander.”

“You’re wearing my coat,” Willow said nonchalantly as she glided towards the blonde, the Texans limb still held firmly in her grasp.

“Uh,” Tara faltered as she looked down at the leather jacket then back at the redhead who was nearly covered from head to toe in blood as she slowly walked towards her. Taking a step back from the redhead who was tracing patterns through the blood on her torso, Tara slowly raised her right hand so as not to cause alarm. Whispering softly she started to conger another fireball.

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Yay for great update-y goodness... I wonder how Willow The Bloody is going to get Tara to fall in love with her...

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Great fighting scene! I wonder how W/T second meeting will turn out? Nice story, I'm waiting for the rest.

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Woah, this chapter was intense! Your fight scene was absolutely amazing ... I felt as if I was actually there fighting along with the vampires. lol. And the imagdrey like with the Texans arm being snapped repeatedly? Awesome! It was like watching a Quentin Tarantino or Robert Rodriguez movie.

And like Zampsa said is Willow know known as "the bloody" or does Spike still hold that title? Also what was with the end!!! You just left us hanging! So so mean :shy. Now I can't wait more then normal for the next update. And although i hope there is a lot more kick ass fighting scene Im kind of praying for some :wtkiss.

And to wrap this all up I will leave you with the fabulous words of Billy Idol: "With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more!"' Please update soon! I really do want more. :pray


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I wonder how Willow The Bloody is going to get Tara to fall in love with her...

Haha Willow the Bloody, I kind of like that. And don't worry our sexy temptress will find a way.

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Great fighting scene!

Why thank you. :blush I am glad you liked it. As for W/t's official meeting that should be coming shortly.

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Your fight scene was absolutely amazing ... I felt as if I was actually there fighting along with the vampires.

Ah shucks, you sure do know how to make a girl blush. Lol. I wasn't sure if all the fighting/imagery would come out accurately since there was so much of it so I'm glad you like it. And I'm sorry for leaving you hanging but... here's a new chapter to make up for it!!! Also, there is some more "kick ass fighting scenes" so hopefully all is forgiven. ;-)

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Title: I Am Forever
Author's name: Vanessa
Rating: R! Lots of Gore and violence.
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 25



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“This is just sad,” Elizabeth said dejectedly as she watched her Sire’s failed attempt to ambush the Slayer and the redheaded vampire from a few blocks down. She watched for a few more minutes as Thomas now traded blows with her Uncle Spike, both vampires fumbling around on the pavement as the childe they were all after defended herself against a small group of much large vampires, her unbelievable strength showing through as she effortlessly dusted one vampire after another.

Turning her attention to a few of her minions who were dressed in regular street garb, “Go help him get the Masters Childe,” she huffed out. “And if possible, grab me the witch.” Running her tongue slowly over her top teeth, “I haven’t had one in ages.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said one of the minions she was referring to before he darted down the street, seven other vampires hot on his heels.

“The Hemlock demons are circling back around,” Officer Lambert said coming to stand next to Elizabeth. “He tried to grab her but apparently the childe is much faster then we expected. I‘ll have them … help when they get here.”

“Bunch of fucking idiots,” she growled out as she continued to watch the fight display out before her. Spike and Thomas both fumbling around on the ground for dominance, her grandsire Angel defending the one thing in the world he was meant to kill with vigor, the witch struggling with all her might against Thomas’s right-hand man’s fierce grasp, and most importantly the newly turned fledgling that was toying with the dismembered arm of a rather muscular vampire as she sleekly walked towards the blonde witch. This inexperience vampire was going to ruin her chance at rising to the top of the ranks among the Masters flock and that just didn‘t bode well with the much older demon.

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Whispering softly, Tara started to conjure together another fireball, the tips of her fingers humming with electricity. The warm mystical ball of energy slowly starting to form in her right hand as she stared intently into the redheads golden eyes, trying to keep a constant contact. Just as the fireball had completely formed her eyes jerked to the right over the bloody vampires bare shoulder, spying two snarling vampires that were quickly rushing towards them.

With a decision she hardly had time to think over, she sent the ball of mystical fire spiraling over the redheads shoulder, impacting squarely into the closes rushing vampires exposed chest. As soon as the flame left her finger tips, the female vampire known as Willow hissed in anger as the mystical flame zoomed over her shoulder singeing the exposed flesh.

Snarling in anger, the demon looked from her sizzling shoulder to the blonde before snapping her head around to the right to view the scene that was taking place behind them. With a smile that seemed to slowly paint its way up her mouth she watched as the male demon flung backwards with the force of the spell in mere seconds of being hit. Slowly turning her neck back around so she could face the blonde once again her golden irises somehow managed to burn brighter then they where before, the smile still plastered against her disfigured features.

With a sense of intangible fear, she watched with wide, doe like eyes, as the male demon flung backwards with the force of the spell in mere seconds before the redheaded vampire once again resumed her sadistic focus upon her once again. With a audible gulp, she took in the sight of the redheaded vampires eyes, not thinking it was possible for them to shine any brighter then she remembered them being upon their first encounter.

“Ta-tara, you got to do something,” Xander squeaked out as he came to huddle behind the blonde, his hands gripping tightly around her biceps. He kept his eyes glued to his ex-best friend who was just standing there, looking at the blonde brazenly.

“I… I can’t,” Tara admitted feebly, her mouth going dry as she watched the second vampire advance on them. “I n-need time t-to recuperate.” She flicked her eyes from the disheveled vampire standing stoically before her to that of the vampire in everyday grungy street cloths only ten feet away from them. “Is he w-with her?” Tara asked meekly, her jaw trembling slightly as she prepared herself for the upcoming death that would most likely end in blood, guts, and slaughter.

As the male vampire got within two feet of them, Willow hefted the bloody dismembered arm in her left hand slightly, grasping the lifeless limb by the wrist with her right hand. Rotating her wrists, until they both stopped cracking from the vigorous movement, she lifted the motionless arm above her right shoulder as if it where a baseball bat, swinging it hard in a long upwards arch until the detached muscular appendage contacted squarely with the running vampires face.

“Apparently not,” Xander said bewildered as he watched Willow swing the makeshift bat at the other snarling vampire as if she herself was the reincarnation of Babe Ruth. He stared slack jawed, half in amazement and half in terror as the force of improvised bat connected with the underside of the vampires jaw, the momentum causing his brown Timberlands to life off of the ground, sending him sprawling into a sloppy half back flip. As his cranium connected with the concrete, his feet dangled up in the air for a few agonizing seconds before thudding to the ground with the rest of his body.

Twirling the arm around in her right hand by its wrist as if it was a baton, Willow took a few steps closer to the sprawled out demon. With one final twirl of the arm, she re-gripped the appendage between both hands before swinging downwards in one swift motion, smashing in the demonic face staring up at her.

Dropping the now completely mangled arm atop of the unconscious vampire, Willow cocked her head to the right, taking in the sight of Xander and the Blonde huddled together for support. Stepping over the limp body, she took two slow strides towards the petrified teenagers.

“D-don’t come a-any closer.” Tara warned as she lifted her right arm up quickly, Xander’s hand still firmly clasped to her bicep. “I’ll k-kill you.”

Ever so slowly she straightened out her head, a small smile gracing her lips as she did so. “No you wont.” She replied back in a smooth and eerie tone, her right foot taking another step closer. “You have nothing left to give. You’re all tapped out.”

“Maybe,” Tara said as she started taking steps backwards, ushering Xander with her. “B-but I d-doubt he is.” She jutted her chin upwards, indicating the presence of someone else standing behind the redhead.

Whirling around on the balls of her feet, she looked up into the face of the beady eye demon whom she ran into in the alley only a short while beforehand. “Ah sh…” she started to say but was abruptly cut off by the overly wrinkled hand wrapping tightly around her thin neck.

As the muscles in her neck tightened by the shear force of the Hemlock demons fierce grip, she looked around widely for something, or someone, preferably her maker to save her undead life. As her wavering gaze scanned the block that they claimed as their boxing ring, her eyes briefly landed on Angel, the Slayer carefully cradled in his arms as he warned off three new vampires who seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Not caring much about how that scene would pan out she switched her gaze a few feet over to where her Sire was now back on his feet, his upper body hunched in a contorted condition, making him look like a wolf about to pounce on a unsuspecting lamb. Except in this case, that lamb happened to be Thomas and two stalwart new comber vampires, who all looked like they were ready to tare the bleach blonde vampire limb from limb.

Knowing there was no way her Sire was going to make it to her before one of them more then likely died, she did the first thing that came to mind, briskly she sank all ten of her razor sharp nails into the flabby hand holding her a good foot and a half off of the ground. As soon as her sharpened nails ripped through the Hemlocks exoskeleton, the demon hissed in pain, his grip around her neck only crushing tighter.

With a unique gurgle sound that just barely escaped her lips, she extracted her fingertips from out of his hand before slamming her right forearm into his, hoping to dislodge his death lock. With a feral snarl, he wrapped his free hand around the wrist banging into his outstretched arm, twisting it harshly behind her back until they both heard a sickening pop.

As peripheral nerve fibers carried information regarding the state of the body to the spinal cord, hot flashes of pain shot throughout her sensory receptors to her dislocated shoulder. Blinking rapidly in disbelief, it took a few moments before a gut wrenching scream emerged from deep within her, the noise even sounding foreign to her own demonic ears that have been privileged to many brutal screams in the past few months.

“We need to help her,” Tara said as she took a shaky step forward.

“Wooh,” Xander gasped, grasping the blonde around the waist with both hands. “Tara are you nuts?”

“She needs help Xander,” the blonde said again, gently removing his hands from off of her stomach. Taking another tentative step forward, she quickly racked her mind for a spell that would be useful on a demon of the non-vampire variety. With a deep sigh, she lifted both arms chest level, aiming them directly at the larger demon who was still slowly twisting the vampires right arm upwards. With a frustrated growl she let both of her tired limbs fall back down, her fingers fidgeting nervously by her side while she chewed her bottom lip in contemplation.

“Tara?” Xander questioned dubiously as he stared at the back of the wiccans slumped shoulders.
“She was right,” Tara admitted in a low tone, her head turning to the right just enough so she could see Xander out of the corner of her eyes. “I really am all tapped out.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, he looked around them nervously. No matter where he looked there seemed to be bloodshed, fighting, and among all vampires or a demon blocking the only logical routes to leave through. The chance for just him and the blonde to escape was looking bleak, and the opportunity for Angel and the unconscious form of Buffy cradled in his tight embrace to run along with them was long over.

“I really hate SunnyDale,” Xander muttered as he took one fluid step backwards. As the tip of his worn out tennis shoe hit the concrete he spun around on the rubber toe cap, propelling him into a trot as he jogged over to the immobilized form of one of the many bodies the redhead took out of commission.

Leaning down, Xander quickly studied the body of the demon who only a short while ago had him in a rather uncomfortable headlock. None to gently, he grasped the handle of the medium size butterfly knife, yanking out the smooth metal bald and the vampires left eye in the process.

“Ah, gross,” Xander gagged as he stared down into the now hazelnut colored eye dripping bodily fluids. Leaning completely over as if to pick something up off of the floor, he scrapped the knife against the ruff texture of the ground, his left shoe placing pressure against the squishy substance as he tried to remove it from off of the weapon. Once the eye was off of the knife he ran towards the blonde, “Tara! I need you to summon up what ever strength you have left.”

Looking at the brunette fully, she saw the knife gripped firmly in his grasp. “Alright, but make it quick. What I can do won’t last long.”

“Alright,” Xander said as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. “On the count of three.” Taking in a deep breath he began to count. “One. Two…. Three!”

As soon as he shouted three the wiry teen bolted forwards, the knife raised in a striking manner at ear level. Quickly Tara started chanting, the low hum of her voice mingling in with the thudding foot steps of Xander’s pounding feet, growls of anger, and cries of pain. With what little strength she has left, she conjured up a fog of protection spell, a very minor defense spell that would momentarily disorient the demon.

As the smoke wafted up around the demon, his thoughts started to jumble together haphazardly, a state of disarray overcoming his facial features as he looked down at the redhead in his grasp with a bewildered look. Ever so slowly his grip around the young vampires throat loosened, his large frame taking a few unsteady steps backwards as he swayed from side to side.

“Xander now!” Tara huffed out, sweat beading heavily down her face as she struggled to uphold the strenuous spell.

With a burst of speed he didn’t think was possible to muster, he traveled across the last few feet to the Hemlock demon, the entire weight of his body springing off of his left foot as it landed heavily on the pavement in order to strike the knife downwards into the looming demons thick muscular neck. He hung off of the blade of the knife for a few agonizing seconds before falling backwards to the asphalt, his body rolling into a backwards summersault from the momentum of the impact.

As the knife dug deeply into the demons yellowish flesh colored skin, he let out a loud blood curdling howl, his grip on the captured vampire completely letting go. He took a few more hesitant steps backwards, his body wobbling as his eyes roamed the immediate scene for his attacker, the effects of the spell gradually starting to dissipate. Yanking the blade out of his neck, he looked down at the offending object, his eyes completely glazed over.

“Witch.” The Hemlock demon growled out, the effects of the spell haven know completely worn off.

“Tara?” Xander uttered the name full of concern from his position on the ground. The blonde was completely drenched in sweat and shaking feverishly. Bolting upright from his position sprawled out on the floor, he dashed passed the monster over to the shaking witch, catching her limp form just in the nick of time as her drained body crumbled to the ground. He ran a gentle hand over her forehead, pushing aside her sweat drenched bangs while looking back over at the two demons, the redhead still sitting on the ground, her wide, bewildered, eyes going back and forth between the humans and the demon.

With the dull ache in her torn rotator cuff almost completely forgotten, the fledgling vamp sprung back to her feet, her right arm hanging stiff at her side. With her good arm she rubbed at her bruised clad neck, the demons claw prints leaving distinctive markings in her pale flesh. “You’re a big bloody bloke, aren’t ya,” Willow said in a tired husk as she stared up into the demons beady red eyes. “Alright, let’s go,” she said with a rhy grin, waving the larger creature of the night on with the hand that was just recently rubbing her bruised neck.

Letting loose a guttural roar, the Hemlock demon raced forwards, the knife still clutched in his right hand. Swiping his meaty claw forward, Willow ducked down, the blade of the weapon grazing over the top of her scalp. Raising both hands up quickly she took hold of his arm, holding in a silent yelp as searing hot pain jolted through her fractured shoulder. With a quick twist, she rotated her body around his left side, bring his arm to rest uncomfortably in the middle of his own back. Releasing the grip of her left hand on his arm, she moved it down to the hem of his dingy hunter green cargo pants.

With the strength of her Sire coursing through her veins, she hefted up the demon five times her size and threw him a good fifteen feet, effectively colliding him into the two new vampires that were assaulting her maker. Once she was good and sure the Hemlock along with the brawny vamps were out of commission for the time being, she made her way over to Xander who was carefully cradling the panting blonde in his lap.

“Get up,” She hissed out. “We need to leave.”

Looking up into his childhood friends eyes he watched as they rapidly changed back and forth from emerald green to honey golden, “Yuh… yeah.” Scurrying out from behind the blonde, he scrambled onto his hands and knees then jumped quickly to his feet. Leaning down he scooped up the incapacitated women and followed feebly behind the blood sucking feign that he once called his best friend.

“Go help Angel,” she barked out before taking off in the opposite direction.

Briskly the redhead vampire ran towards her savior, quickly closing the gap between her and the vampire vehemently trading blows for blows with her Sire and steadily gaining the upper hand. As soon as she was close enough she launched herself at the vampire, tackling the demon from off of Spike and to the ground. From her position on top of the struggling demon, she rapped her hand into his medium length shaggy brown locks before smashing his face down repeatedly into the cement.

As she was about to strike the vampires face against the floor once more a sharp tug from under her armpits pulled her backwards. “Come on little bit. We gotta get moving,” Spike husked out through his bruised battered mouth as he yanked his childe from off of the nearly unconscious vampire. Stumbling backwards with her Sire, she took in the sight of her own handy work, the Hemlock demon tangled together with two of the minion vampire, and Thomas ever so slowly rising to his knees from where she just clambered off of him.

With a shake of her head she darted towards her grandsire, the shocked calls of her own Sire reverberating loudly behind her as he took chase to catch up to her. “Willow! What the bloody hell are you doing?” He yelled as he caught up to her, his hand gripping tightly on her injured shoulder.

“Helping,” she said bluntly as she took hold of a sinewy vampire, tossing him aside as if he weighed nothing more then a sack of wet laundry.
Rolling his eyes upwards in frustration, Spike let out a long growl of his own, before stepping once again into the fray. Grasping tight onto the back of one of the three vampires grimy black crew neck shirts, he spun around in a half circle before releasing the monster, sending the demon flying through one of the storefront windows. With a satisfied snicker he sauntered over to the next vampire, tapping the unsuspecting vampire on the shoulder, then nailing him straight in the face with a closed fist once he turned around.

With a look of unreadable contemplation, Angel casted his glance from the blood drench redhead to his grandchilde. Shifting the blonde in his arm to a more comfortable position he glared at the peroxide vampire. “What are you doing?” He croaked out.

“Helping,” Spike said nonchalantly, mimicking the same thing his childe said only moments before. Flagging his childe over with a wave of his arm. “But, we best be moving,” Spike said in a stoic voice as he looked directly into Angels tired old eyes. “They’ll be up and mobile in no time.”

“Angel?” Xander asked in a scared, squeaky little voice. “I think we should run too.” As the words left his mouth, all three creatures of the nights turned their heads to view what Xander was looking at. From a few blocks down a hoard of angry Hemlock demons were quickly approaching, a few measly vampires where also thrown into the mix to provide assistance.

“Willow! Run,” Spike shouted as he and his childe took off at a sprint down the street.

“Xander,” Angel said sternly as he started to quickly backup. “Go. Get Tara out of here.”

vigorously nodding his head, he took a few quick steps in the direction of safety before stumbling, the extra weight of the blonde on his tired frame causing him to tumble to the ground. The sound of the two body’s groaning as they impacted the cement caused the redhead to skid to a stop. Swirling around, Willow watched as Xander tried to pull the blonde and himself up off of the ground, the tedious task of lifting the hundred and thirty pound women proving to be more of a challenge then he could face.

“Willow!” Spike barked as his childe stopped running besides him. Coming to a dead stop, he turned around and watched as his young charge turned around and marked over towards the fallen teens.

“Move,” she growled as she shoved the boy out of the way. Leaning down, she effortlessly scooped the cataleptic witch from off of the street. “Let’s go.” She twitched her head to the side, indicating she wanted the teenager to lead the way.

With a nervous head gesture, not quite sure whether or not to trust the blonde with the vampire, he started to jog in the direction Angel took off in. The redhead following close behind him and her Sire angrily bringing up the rear. The small mismatched group of friends and foes ran for a good ten minutes before stopping abruptly outside a two story house in a well lit neighborhood, the slayer now standing on her own shaky legs with the help of her boyfriend.

“Put her down,” The blonde demanded as she pushed herself off of the two decade old vampires broad shoulder.

“You’re really in no position to be demanding anything,” Willow snickered, her grasp on the dirty haired blonde not loosening in the slightest. “Look at the lot of you, you all wouldn’t last another round.”

“You want to test that theory?” Buffy ask hotly, the limp in her step not going unnoticed by anyone.

“Now calm down slayer,” Spike spoke up as he stepped between his childe and the nearly defeated Warrior. “You know damn well you’re in no shape to fight. And although I’d love to see my lil Willow nip herself a Slayer ... that defeat would be just to easy."

“Bite me.” Buffy retorted back in shear anger, her hands placed firmly on her hips.

“Oh I plan on it.” Spike shot back with a wicked smile. “But not right now I need to get Willow and myself out of here. And you would be all the wise to help us.”

“And why would I do that,” hissed Buffy, pain from the two previous fights evident on her facial features.

“Because you have no clue what you are going up against.” Spike stated, the smile no longer gracing his lips.
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“Vampires,” Buffy stressed. “Wood. Heart. Dust. It’s quite simple, care to test it out? ”

He let out a boisterous chuckle at the Slayers naivety. “Try two of the most ruthless vampire’s you’ll ever meet. Thomas is a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. Elizabeth on the other hand, she’s,” Spike faltered as he talked about his niece, his lip curling upwards in a snarl. “…. I hate to admit this but she’s stronger then me. Us.” He pointed two digits back and forth between himself and Angel. “And she’s had nearly a hundred years to perfect her fighting skills.”

“What do they want?” Buffy asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

“Besides my head?” he chuckled, as he riffled though the pockets in his leather duster for his packet of smokes. “Willow”

“Why?”

“Because she is the one Shantou wants.” He said absently as he produced a cigarette from the crumpled pack. “It pisses Thomas off that his childe wasn’t the one.” Taking a break from his speech he flipped open the Zippo that was previously nestled into his pant pockets, flicking the flame to life and lighting his cancer stick. Taking a long drag from the cigarette, he exhaled slowly, letting the smoke come out in small puffs. “… it urks her even more to know that she will never be anything more then a subordinate to ‘our’ master.”

“And what do you want?” Buffy asked, her arms crossing over her chest in a mock show of strength.

“Hospitality,” Spike answered matter-of-factly, his chin raised high. “You help us, and we’ll help you.”

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Yay for great update-y goodness... I guess Spike & Willow being "guests" of the Scoobies will allow Willow & Tara to have some private talks...

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V/W and Tara + Spike, Buffy and angel. :wtf . add in a sprinkle of a totally terrified Xander all under one roof? :sheep ...I see lots of tom foolery and shananigans in the forseable future...Cane u say drama ? How on earth do the scoobies expect to keep V/w away from Tara? can't wait to see how this one plays out!


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Holy incredible crap Batman, this chapter was freaking intense! Is Spike really asking for hospitality/help like he did in the real season two (Becoming, Part Two) or is this just another part of an evil scheme to kill the slayer? And if it’s not how is Buffy/Angel/Xander or anyone else going to keep Vamp Willow from Tara! Not that I really want them too :-D … but seriously. I guess this just means I have to wait and find out whats to happen next. :impatient I know u just updated but please post ahain soon!


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I guess Spike & Willow being "guests" of the Scoobies will allow Willow & Tara to have some private talks...


Yes they will have many private and even some not so private but probably should be talks.

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I see lots of tom foolery and shananigans in the forseable future...Cane u say drama ?


Hehe that made me giggle for some reason. Any hoo, yes there will be lots of drama to come along. Especially with the scoobies and their not so new companions.

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How on earth do the scoobies expect to keep V/w away from Tara?


Do you really want the the scoobies to keep them apart? I for one don't. lol. But to sort of answer this question I think the next update my help a bit.

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Is Spike really asking for hospitality/help like he did in the real season two (Becoming, Part Two) or is this just another part of an evil scheme to kill the slayer?


Yes Spike really was asking for hospitality just like he did in the second season. (Good catch) But hey, you never know. It is Spike.

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how is Buffy/Angel/Xander or anyone else going to keep Vamp Willow from Tara! Not that I really want them too … but seriously.

Like I said above Do you really want the the scoobies to keep them apart? lol.


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Title: I Am Forever
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Rating: R! Lots of Gore and violence.
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 26


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“You got to be joking,” Angel said with mirth, the left side of his mouth curling up into a snarl as he took a defensive stance in front of the slayer.

“Sadly not,” Spike choked out, the muscle in his jaw twitching as he spoke. “But right now you need us more than we need you….with the slayer nearly out of commission its gonna be hell to keep this hell hole quit…no pun intended.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Buffy demanded as she stepped around Angel.

“I’m talking about striking a deal. Shantou’s coming love.” Spike quipped, his eyes quickly flicking to catch Angel’s. “I’m talking about putting everyone of his servants in the bloody ground before they do it to us. Then me and the bird here grab a one way ticket and get the bloody hell out of here before he shows up.”

“Buffy!” Came the melancholic call of Giles as he swiftly swung open the front door. In open rapid movement he took two swift strides down the porch steps, a small handheld crossbow held firmly in his right hand, raising it to point squarely at Spike‘s un-beating heart.

“Giles, wait,” she called out as she held up her hand to warn off her Watchers kill shot, her gaze on the bleach blonde demon never wavering. “Keep talking.”

“Right.” Spike said distractedly, his left eyebrow raised high as he cautiously kept an eye on the Watcher. “I told you. I want to stop Shantou.” With a bemused smile and a over dramatic gesture of his hands he continued on. “I wanna save the world.”

“Okay.” She drawled out, he left hand coming up to circle roughly at her temple. “You do remember that
you're a vampire, right?” Dropping her hand, she started gesturing widely herself. “I thought you would be giddy with psychopathic pride.”

“We like to talk big, vampires do.” Spike stated with a roll of his eyes before letting them land on his grandsire. "I'm gonna destroy the world," -- just tough guy talk, strutting around with your friends over a pint of blood.” As he continues to speak he starts to aimlessly walk around, the cigarette that was previously just dangling between two of his digits now stuck back between his overly chapped lips. “Truth is, I like this world. You got off-course betting, De Wallen, "Jersey Shore," and most of all you got people.” As he said the last word he leisurely ran his fingers through his childes shoulder length red hair. “Billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision. With a real passion for destruction. Shantou could pull it off if he has the right tools.” He looked up from where he was standing behind Willow, all traces of mirth having long left his face. “Goodbye Piccadilly, farewell Time bloody Square, you see what I'm saying?

“Uh, sort of?” Buffy retorted honestly.

“Why don't you put that bloody bow down?” Spike snarled, swiping his head towards Giles. “Before somebody gets hurt.”

'“Because of the whole 'not believing you' issue.” Giles said calmly, the crossbow unwavering in his grasp as he held it up at chest level.

“You might not be down with Shih Tzu, but why would you ever come to me? Buffy asked defensively, the idea of a world renown serial killer seeking her out for help was a little unsettling.

Knowing there was no way around this answer he grinded out his cigarette on the bark of the closes tree before answering. “Like I said he’s going to end the world. But he wants Red first. Willow’s … well she’s mine.” He finished with a snarl.

“Oh, you're pathetic!” Instinctively, he launched across the well manicured lawn and punched her in the face. Rebounding quickly from the surprised attach she punched him equally as hard before continuing on talking as if neither of them had moved.

“You know how many people you’ve killed! My best friend for starters!” She nearly screeched, pointing to the redhead for added emphasis.

“Didn’t know love,” he said flippantly.

“-- and I may lose more of them.” She continued on. “The whole world could be sucked into Hell or worse and you need my help 'cause your boss has the hots for Will? Let me take this opportunity to not care.”

“I can't fight them all alone and neither can you!”

With a final outburst of energy, she punched the cocky Brit in the mouth once more. “You're a killer. Both of you,” she said, looking forlornly at her deceased best friend.

“And we’re all you lot got.” he said shortly as he rubbed his jaw.

A agonizingly long second passed between the group before Buffy spoke up again. “Alright.”

“Buffy,” Xander nearly hissed from his position crumpled up against a tree trunk, his legs very near to giving out.

Ignoring her friend calling her name. “You help us. And I mean help. And I’ll let you two walk when this is all over.”

Cocking his head to the right to look at his childe, she just smiled back with childlike innocence, before turning his head back to the Slayer. “Deal.” He said dryly as he stuck out his right hand.

Ignoring the hand jutted out towards her she turned her attention to her friends surrounding her. “Angel, help Xander get inside. Giles, keep that crossbow at the ready.” Returning her full attention back to the two killers standing perfectly content on her lawn, she took in a deep breath before saying. “Spike. Willow … come inside.”


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Slowly rising to his feet, Thomas blinked away the blood that was clouding his few due to his nieces brutal assault during his fight with his Sire. Once his sight started to clear up he scanned the street for any signs of his Sire or the childe only to let out a huffed of disbelief as he looked up at the group of Hemlock demons surrounding him. “Well your big bloody blokes aren’t yeah.”

“Thomas,” the biggest Hemlock grouched out. “We are not here to fight you.”

“Oh no?” He asked skeptically as he stood on wobbly legs. “Then what are you here for?”

“Me,” came a melodic voice from behind the Hemlock. Slowly the visage of the person came into view.

“Elizabeth?” Thomas asked with a hint of suspicion, not believing his Master would have already summon the fierce warrior. “What are you doing here?”

“What you’re failing to do.” She said evenly as she took as step closer to her Sire. “Master Shantou wants this wrapped up know. And I am her to close the deal.”

“I have everything under control,” Thomas said sternly, a snarl crossing his face.

“Oh yes, I can see that.” She mocked as she looked at his bruised and blood spattered body then to the street that was littered with pools of blood, dust, and various appendages.

“Just a minor mishap,” Thomas said feebly, brushing off the incident that left nearly all of his disciples dead as if it were nothing. “Kind of like I hope your clothing choice is. Polyester? In this heat? Really?”

She looked down at her new stolen navy blue police uniform that was clinging to her lifeless body. The weight of the gun holster tugging heavily against the belt that was wrapped tightly around her waist. Raising her gaze slowly from her own clothing to look at those that Thomas was wearing, she took in his black Frye Martin Mid Lace boots and gore covered blue jeans all the way up to his bruise battered covered bare chest.

“Well, I see you outgrew your priest phase.” She said with a mocking smile.

“Eh, it was a thing.” Thomas said nonchalantly as he rolled his shoulders upwards.

“Hmm … well, speaking of priests.” She snapped her fingers indicating she wanted one of her followers to do something. “I think you lost this.”

From behind her Darrel was pushed forward, the young boy still held tightly against his chest. One hand clamped firmly over the crying boys mouth while the other hand dug dangerously sharp nails into his stomach.

“Geez, he looks strangely familiar.” Elizabeth teased as she motioned for Darrel to loosen his hold on the teen. “Now what could it be? The hair? Eyes?”

“Fuck off Elizabeth,” Thomas seethed as he stomped past his childe towards his minion.

“Shantou wants him dead you know.”

“I know.” Thomas breathed out slowly, stopping his movement towards the shaking boy.

“Can you do it?” Elizabeth asked unwaveringly, her left eyebrow quirked up questioningly.

Turning around, a look of somber plastered across his face. “Where are you all staying? My lot where shaking it out at some magic store. The Slayers bound to come by sooner or later.”

“Follow me.” She said with a wry smile.


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“Home sweet home,” Willow smirked as she entered the threshold of the house, the blonde still cradled in her arms, making them both look much like a newly married couple.

“Put her on the couch,” Buffy ordered, stepping in behind the redhead followed by Spike. The sharpened point of the crossbow’s wooden bolt pushed directly into his back as Giles followed his every move.

“Yes madam,” Willow said dryly as she sauntered over to the couch, plopping the semi conscious witch rather unceremoniously onto the over stuffed couch cushions.

“Easy with the stake mate,” Spike snapped as he took a long stride forward to get away from the prodding weapon. “You’re bruising the leather.”

“You two,” Giles ordered, waving the bow slightly. “Get over by the fireplace.” Gingerly, he walked over to the young women laying on the couch and checked her pulse.

“She’s fine Rupert,” Willow said snidely. “For now.”

“Buffy, what now?” Angel asked as he leaned heavily against the doorframe leading from the foyer into the living room, Xander standing close behind him with a large packet of frozen peas clutched to his forehead.

“I’m not quite sure,” Buffy admitted dejectedly as she looked around the room, her eyes scanning over her badly injured friends. “I need time to think.”

“Well if I might interject,” Spike quipped as he took a step forward, towards the Slayer.

“Shut up Spike,” both Giles and Angel said simultaneously.

“The basement,” Buffy exclaimed. “Get them downstairs. We can restrain them with the chains that are down there.”

“Now I’m all for kink Slayer,” Willow sneered as she too stepped away from the fireplace “but that hardly seems fair.”

“I’m not trying to be fair,” argued the blonde as she stared down her once best friend, “I’m trying to keep everyone safe.”

“You heard her,” Giles said as he raised his crossbow once more, aiming it at the duo, “start moving.”

Begrudgingly, Spike and Willow started walking towards the kitchen, but not before the redhead cased one more, sideways glance, at the unconscious blonde on the couch. Her eyes scanning over the ample chested woman clad in her leather coat as a sinister smile etched its way across her lips.

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Yay for great update-y goodness... I guess Willow & Tara are going to be witch-y buddies in designing the binding rituals... I guess during the ritual designing :wtkiss occurs...

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And the twists keep on turning don't they. I can just hear that eerie daunting piano music now going "dun dun duuunnnn!" So not only is she a vampire with super human strengths, but Willow also has her witchy magic voodoo to add to it. But I guess thats of the good right? Her and TAra will have something to bring them together while they're all cooped up in the house together and helping to bring down the big badies with the rest of the Scoobie gang.

And whats with the badies (Elizabeth/Thomas) ? Does Elizabeth love her Sire like Spike loved Dru or dose she just put up with him because he created her.Also, am I just imaging this or does thomas have like this weird fetish with little boys? The current one that look like spike?
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“Well, I see you outgrew your priest phase.” She said with a mocking smile

“Eh, it was a thing.” Thomas said nonchalantly as he rolled his shoulders upwards.

“Hmm … well, speaking of priests.” She snapped her fingers indicating she wanted one of her followers to do something. “I think you lost this.”

From behind her Darrel was pushed forward, the young boy still held tightly against his chest. One hand clamped firmly over the crying boys mouth while the other hand dug dangerously sharp nails into his stomach.

“Geez, he looks strangely familiar.” Elizabeth teased as she motioned for Darrel to loosen his hold on the teen. “Now what could it be? The hair? Eyes?”


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Great update, it seems that things will be getting really interesting at the Summers' house.

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Was home the other day watching tv, when I noticed all seven seasons of Buffy were now streaming on Hulu. Needless to say I started binge watching which made me remember this site ... and my unfinished stories. Now, to be completely honest, after 8 years, I don't have the fainest idea as to what inspired this fic, what I had planned for this story or how I wanted it to end ... so bare with me as I try to figure out the next few chapters.



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“Cozy,” Thomas sneered as he stood outside on the perfectly manicured lawn of the split level home Elizabeth had commandeered. “I always wanted to live in a house with a bunch of windows.”

“Get inside,” hissed the slightly younger vampire as she stalked past her creature towards the front door. “We need to talk.”

“Do we now?” Tom asked apathetically as he followed suit behind his childe.”I thought we already did.”

Once inside the house, the horde of minions split ways, the Hemlock demons wandering off towards the living room to lay claim to the plush leather couches, while the vampires dashed down the staircase to the basement and Dino and Lambert ascended the staircase, a still captive teenager struggling between them as they dragged him into the hall bathroom. The only vampires remaining in the hallway were Thomas and Elizabeth, a cold glare passing between the two coldblooded murders.

“Shantou is growing tiresome with you Thomas,” Elizabeth spat, her lips curled up into a snarl. “You should have freed him by now.”
“I’m working on it,” Tom snarled back, the wounds surrounding his brow splitting open ever so slightly. “As you can see,” he pointed to his injured face “it hasn’t exactly been easy. And now there’s a slayer in the mix.”

“And who’s fault is that,” huffed the slender woman. “You should have taken care of William in Paris … not follow him around like a love sick puppy.”

“Watch your tongue,” growled Tom, “Or I’ll cut it out.”

“So many promises from you,” leered Elizabeth as she took a step closer to her Sire, her left hand raised so that the tips of her fingers could brush against his bare chest. “But no follow through. You’re weak Thomas. When it comes to William, you always have been.”

“I’m not weak.” Tom rebutted as he seized the hand caressing his chest. Sneering angrily, “I killed you didn’t I … Slayer?”

With a soft snort, Elizabeth craned her head forward, her lips almost grazing Thomas’ “And who helped you?”
Elizabeth watched closely as Thomas clenched his teeth together, the skin around his jaw stretching taut while his nostrils flared. “If it hadn’t been for William’s recklessness in seeking out another Slayer, his rootless attack on my family, you never would have succeeded.”

“I told you to watch your tongue,” Tom hissed, his mouth milometers away from his childe’s.

“You’re weak Thomas,” Elizabeth said huskily, her mouth brushing against her Sires softly, in the gentlest of passes. “But I’m here now to help you … to make you strong.”

With lightning fast speed, he seized Elizabeth’s throat in his right hand, crushing the soft flesh underneath. With a menacing snarl adorning his features, he stared into his childe’ eyes for several seconds, her words reverberating in his head, before casting his gaze up the staircase in the general direction of the hall bathroom. “I know the perfect place to start” he declared.

“That’s good. You’re hurting me,” Elizabeth said as a sinister smile appeared on her lips, “That’s good, too.” Leaning forward, Elizabeth brushed her lips over Thomas’, this time with a little more passion.


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Slamming the door to the basement shut behind him, his fingers consciously turning the lock, Giles watched as Buffy groggily walked in front of him to the kitchen island, her body lowering to one of the stools agonizingly slow. As if in slow motion, she lowered her head to the granite, her eyelids flickering shut for a brief moment, before reopening to stare back at him.

“You need to get some rest Buffy,” Giles said, concern etching his voice as he stepped away from the door. “Why don’t you head on upstairs.”

“Can’t,” she said numbly “I can’t feel anything. Arms, legs, anything. Plus … there’s a demon wearing my best friends face in my basement.”

Taking his glasses from off of his face, Giles started to clean them once more, as he mumbled “She was truly the finest of all of us.”

“Way better than me.” Pipped up Xander as he lifted his head from his crossed arms that where hugging his knees together. He had been sitting on the kitchen floor for the past twenty minutes in silence, his back pressed against the refrigerator for comfort, while the Watcher and Slayer where in the basement, arguing with his former childhood friend as they chained her to the wall.

Nodding decisively, Giles placed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, “Much, much better.”

“It’s all my fault,” Xander squeaked out, tears falling freely down his cheeks. “She was so crushed when she found out about me and Cordelia. ”

Despairingly, Buffy lifted her head from the table to look forlornly at Xander, “You couldn’t have known Xander. You couldn’t …”

“I didn’t care to even care,” Xander said, interrupting Buffy’s line of speech. “She was hurting because of me and I didn’t care. She … she… she asked to go to Paris with her mom for the summer because of me!” Xander cried out as he dropped his head into his quivering hands. Miserably, he whispered “She must have gone out and gotten attacked, which she never would have done if I hadn't have …”

“Xan …” Buffy said gently, empathy lacing her voice “It’s not your fault.”

“She’s quite right,” Giles proclaimed as he walked towards the crestfallen young man. “Willow was a remarkable young woman, who didn’t deserve to perish the way she did, but her death is not your fault. You mustn’t blame yourself, Xander.”

“Well someone’s gotta,” huffed the teen as he pushed himself up off of the floor, angrily swiping away at the tears streaming down his face as he dashed out of the kitchen.


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“Giles, I’m home,” hollered Joyce as she walked through the front door of her home, dropping her suitcase in the foyer, as she rounded the corner into the living room. “How’s Buff … that’s not my daughter,” Joyce quipped as she looked at the peacefully sleeping blonde on her couch.

“Ms. Summer’s” Jessie squeaked as he awoke from a start, his lanky body jolting upright from the armchair he had fallen asleep in.

“Who is that?” Questioned Joyce, her left index finger pointing at the unconscious woman resting on her couch, “where’s Buffy?”

“Mom,” came a soft, sleep laced voice from behind her. “You’re home early.”

“It’s been two days Buffy,” Joyce said pointedly as she turned to look at her daughter. “What’s going on here? Who is this woman?”

“Mom, you can’t be here,” Buffy said sternly as she walked towards her mother, panic written all over her face. Leaning down to grab her mother’s suitcase from off of the floor, she tried handing it back to the middle aged woman, “Mom, I need you to leave town. Tonight.”

Sarcastically, Joyce rebutted, her hands coming to rest on her hips, “What, is some terrible demon going to attack the house.” From the glare her daughter shot at her, the older woman rolled her eyes upwards as she huffed in annoyance, “Oh, I see. You know, Buffy, looking back on everything that’s happened, maybe I should have sent you to a different school.”

“Just promise me that you’ll get far away from here,” Buffy pleaded. “Tonight.”

“I’m not leaving you to face an awful monster by yourself.” Joyce said sternly. “If I go anywhere, you’re going with me.”

“You know that I can’t” Buffy said, a dejected look adorning her tired eyes.

“Well then I can’t either.” Joyce huffed.

“Mom, I know that sometimes you wish I were different …”

“Buffy, no.” Joyce said with a brisk shake of her head, trying to console her daughter.

“I wish I could be a lot of things for you. Be a great student, a star athlete, remotely normal. I’m not. But there is something that I can do better than anybody else in the world.” Buffy said with a somber expression, her hands instinctively forming into fists. “I’m gonna fight this thing, whomever they are, but I can’t do it and worry about you.”

“Buffy, you just can’t …” said the older woman in protest.

“You stay, you’ll get me killed.” Buffy said pointedly as she stared her mother in the eyes. “You’ll have to trust me on this. Can you do that?”

Joyce opened and closed her mouth several times, unable to form a coherent sentence as she stared at her daughter. After a few seconds of silence, Joyce diverted her gaze over her daughters shoulder to the Englishman standing a few feet behind her, pleading with her eyes for help.

“She has a point Joyce,” Giles proclaimed, his eyes nervously darting to the basement door for the briefest of moments. “It’s not safe here.”

“What about them,” Joyce asked as she casted her arm in a wide arch, motioning towards the passed out blonde and the slender male standing awkwardly behind her. “Are they safe?”

“No,” Buffy said honestly. “and that’s why Jessie’ going with you.”

What?” Joyce asked bewildered, Jessie’ voice echoing his resentment from behind her.

“You can’t be serious Buff. You need me” Jessie pipped up, a pitiful look on his face at the notion his friend didn’t want him around.

“What I need is for you both to be out of harm’s way.” Walking past her mother so that she stood in front of her friend, her right arm stretched out to cup the young man’s upper bicep, “I need you to protect my mom, Jessie. Please, get her as far away from here as you can.”

Biting his bottom lip tensely as he looked into his friends blue, tear brimmed eyes, he slowly shook his head up and down as his right hand came up to firmly grasp the blondes still resting on his bicep, “Of course.” He whispered.

“What about Tara?” Giles asked.

Sighing loudly, Buffy pivoted on her feet so she could look down at the slumbering blonde, her eyebrows knitting together. “I need her to stay.”

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