A Childe Awakens

Phoenixheart79 aka Carl/theblondiebear

A Childe Awakes - Chapter 3/18

Author; Phoenixheart79 aka Carl/theblondiebear
Rating; R overall, 18+ if you're british like me
Disclaimer; I do not own BtVS, that privilige goes to Joss Whedon and M.E. I guess I own Sebastian, but the rest I'm just borrowing. I promise to put them back in the toy box when I'm done!
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Amy sat cross legged in the circle, the spell components gathered about her.
"Bring to me to me the Willow I desire, to romp and play with, to share my power."
The crystal glowed, there was a flash and..... nothing. Amy sat there, looking around. It had worked, she had felt the power pass through her. She stood and quickly cleared away her spell. She'd find Willow yet, she'd do another spell, one to locate the person she had summoned.

In an abandoned factory there was a crash and a small female form hit the ground. A head of red hair and pale skin lifted up.
"Not again...." She stood and headed for the exit. She'd just get herself sent back again is all. She needed puppies to play with.

Elsewhere in Sunnydale

Buffy and Sebastian were on patrol, talking very little. Finally Sebastian turned to her.
"You're freaked, aren't you? The council briefed me, the Slayer is always a young woman and here I am, a guy, with the same gift." Buffy laughed "A little. And 'freaked', I've never heard Giles say that, sounds odd coming from a Brit." Sebastian smiled.
"Don't judge us all. The watchers are the first people I've ever met who talk like that. Must be something in the training." He snorted in amusement. Then his head cocked slightly to one side. "Do you hear that? 10 O'clock. Vampires. Two, maybe more."
"10 O'clock? You in the army?"
"Nope, motorcycle training, easier to give directions like that. 'Watch for the cyclist at 11 O'clock'."
"Oh."
"I'll go left, you go right."
"Hang on..." Buffy began, but it was too late, he was gone, vanishing into the shadows. Quickly she headed off. She skirted around a small copse of trees and in the moonlight she saw them. Three, no four vampires and young man on the floor. She thought he was dead until his arm moved slightly. Not dead, yet. But hurt. Her eyes searched the shadows for Sebastian, but she couldn't see him. Suddenly the vampire furthest from her crumbled to dust, decapitated. In a swirl of coat, Sebastian stepped forward, a long oriental looking sword in his hand glinting harshly in the pale moonlight. The remaining vampires turned to face their attacker. She took her chance, swiftly and silently moving forward. Her stake struck home and another vampire crumbled to ash. In confusion the two remaining vampires' whirled. In seconds, both were dust. With a short movement Sebastian's sword disappeared and he bent over the prone man. "He's hurt, probably lost a lot of blood. We should get him to A&E."
Buffy stared blankly at him. "A&E. Accident and Emergency. The hospital." Comprehension dawned on Buffy's face. "You mean the emergency room?" Sebastian nodded "Damn Brits, why don't you guys speak English?"
He chuckled "We do, it's you lot who bastardised it." As he spoke, he gently lifted the young man in his arms and started walking back towards the car.

They passed through the trees and approached the hire car. Buffy held the door open as Sebastian laid the young man on the back seat. Buffy couldn't help but notice that her fellow 'slayer's' - she was really struggling with that thought - gaze lingered on the young man they had just saved for a moment longer than she'd have expected. They clambered into the front and set off for the hospital.

Elsewhere Amy followed the soft green light of her guide, letting it lead her through the streets of Sunnydale. She passed two vampires, but simply rendered herself invisible to them. What they were doing here, she had no idea, their kind hardly ever ventured this close to the slayers home, only three blocks away, it was suicide. She carried on walking. Finally her guide vanished round a corner. She followed and saw it circling a girl, about a foot and a half above her head. They were in front of the reconstructed high school. "It looks so different." Willows' soft voice drifted through the night air. "There's no flames or bodies."
'Oh crap, I've brought her from to far back, from Graduation. They told me it had got bad.' Amy thought. She stepped a little closer, watching Willow's red hair glint in the harsh glare of the streetlight.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring you here." She stepped closer. Her mind paused for a moment, but her body carried on walking. What the hell was Willow wearing? It looked almost like leather.

"I can send you back." She said softly, almost within touching distance now.
"No," Willow said, her voice steady and cold. "I'll be fine, I just need friends to help me settle." 

Amy smiled. This Willow might not be as powerful as the one she had spent nights on the town with, but the raw power was there, she could teach her. There would be none of that moral crap in the way, they could turn this town upside down, slayer or no slayer. "I'd like to be your friend, Willow."
Willow turned, her skin pale and eyes a feral yellow. She grabbed Amy by the arms. "Oh good, I was hoping you'd say that." Amy let out a strangled cry as fangs pierced her neck, then only blackness.

The following nights, they prowled the streets, keeping themselves out of sight at Amy's behest. They needed a good, strong power base before they confronted the slayer, something they'd never develop if she got even a whiff of them. Amy could see it was driving Willow insane. She sauntered over and let her hand trail through the red hair and down Willows' spine.
"I've had a thought. I brought you here, I could bring others."
Willow snorted. "You got me because you screwed up, remember?" Amy bristled and stepped back.
"Yeah well, who knew there were SO many of you? If I had known, I could have tailored the spell to suit. Anyway, what I propose is easier. We tail the slayer, and when she kills someone, I bring them back. A temporal fold of only a few minutes is a piece of cake." She smiled wickedly. "What faster and easier way of recruiting people is there? We tell them they work for us or they can go back to the slayer."

At this Willow turned and smiled, her hands playing over her body. "Oh, I like that. I like that a lot." She stepped a little closer, circling Amy. She ran her fingers down the spine of the lithe young witch and vampire before her, then stepped in close, pressing their bodies close, and spoke softly in her ear. "I bet I can make you like it a lot." Amy stretched her neck back, rubbing her head against Willows' cheek. "You've already got me convinced." Willow grabbed her and flung her onto the floor and straddled her, a knife appearing in her hand. Amy always wondered where the hell she kept them in that costume, hers was similar. A figure hugging black latex catsuit, kinda like Trinity in the Matrix had been her thought behind it, only not so unhealthily thin and with a much more impressive chest. The knife traced down her cheek and she felt a tiny trickle of blood, then Willow bent down to lick it off. She shuddered. Oh, this was going to be fun.
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