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A Childe Awakes - Chapter 8/18
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!
Distribution; (not that anyone will want it! LOL) Please
ask my permission before putting it anywhereelse than the places I do.
Feedback; Please! I write for me, but it's a boost to know what people
think of my work.
The chains rattled, as Spike fought in vain to free himself. His shirt was in tatters, hanging from his body in bloody rags. Scars covered his once smooth chest. The pits from where matches had been thrown on him, little valleys where holy water had been poured down him. He pulled again, rattling the chains, but to no avail.
"Now, now, puppy. Behave or we’ll have to take you to be neutered. Maybe that’ll take your bite out." Spike looked up as the soft voice filtered through the bars of his cage. Willow stood there, Amy draped over her shoulder, both looking at him like he was some toy. Amy reached down and took a key from Willows’ hip. She opened the door and Willow sauntered in, a box of matches in her hand.
"Now then, lets see if you’ve found your tongue yet." She lit a match and held it to Spikes’ cheek, the tiny flame licking up his skin. He jerked his head away, but a hand grabbed his hair and pulled him closer to the flame.
The Summer’s house
Buffy moved quietly in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of juice.
"Buff, can we talk?" she turned and Xander was leaning against the counter.
"Sure." She hopped up onto the counter, "What’s on your mind? You look, I dunno, upset? Worried?"
Xander picked up the juice carton, turning it over in his hands, then set it down. "Sebastian. Do I have to..."
"Xander," her voice sounded tired, "I know you’re...uncomfortable around him, but I need someone with him who really, really knows the town, all the dark corners."
"Willow could..."
"I want Willow with Dawn, watching her."
"You don’t trust me to protect Dawn?"
She looked pained, "God, no Xander, of course I do. It’s just, Kennedy goes where Willow goes and I don’t want Bastian thinking we don’t trust him."
"Do we?" he asked, then, his voice bitter, "Never mind, silly question. He dresses in black, has a British accent and is wicked talented at killing things, of course we trust him. Say, he isn’t dead is he?"
"Xander..." Buffy began.
"Sorry Buff. He just, he makes me uneasy."
She smiled a little. "Well there you go, you two can bond while you hunt the nasties. Do the guy thing, get rid of the unease."
Xander looked less than impressed. "Fine, fine, I’ll go Buffy." He turned and left the kitchen.
The Mansion
"Puppy’s tongue tied." Willow said petulantly, throwing the keys onto The Masters table, "He doesn’t want to talk." Amy lounged against the doorframe, the only way in or out of the room, her arms crossed. The master sighed.
"It is of no consequence. Despite last nights setbacks, we have half of the totem. Tonight will see us gather the remaining pieces and then this world will tremble before us!" Willow smiled, stepping towards The Master and reaching for him. He backed away slightly, "Now, now. We don’t want to make your witch angry, do we?"
In the doorway, Amy smiled then addressed Willow, "Come on, lets get out of here. I want to burn this world." The Master smiled again and laughed, a laugh that would chill the very fires of hell.
"Such anger and hatred for the mortals in one so young, you made a wise choice with her. Now go, stoke the embers of evil so that the flames will engulf them all!" Willow headed for Amy, grabbing her round the waist. Together they turned to leave. Willow cast a glance over her shoulder at The Master, but he was gone. A frown passed over her pale features, how was he doing that? She would have to ask him, but later. He was The Master, that’s all that mattered.
As they moved swiftly through the tree’s, towards the university campus, they talked.
"We lost at least eight last night. Whoever the slayers male friend is, he appears to be skilled at dispatching our kind." Amy’s voice, almost a whisper, drifted through the tree’s to Willow.
"Haven’t you found out who he is yet?" Willow answered.
"No, but some of my sources are saying that Buffy’s return from the dead last year has disrupted the slayer line."
"That’s all?" the red head frowned, "Some use your powers are turning out to be. Maybe I shouldn’t torture you later." she smiled and Amy blanched.
"Don’t say that. Anyway, you enjoy it as much as I do."
Willow laughed, "I have a puppy now, remember."
"Besides," Amy said, "I’ve been thinking. Buffy died before, but was brought back by her friends, that’s why we have two slayers." It was Willows turn to blanche.
"Two slayers?" Amy nodded then carried on,
"But what you, I mean, Willow, did went beyond that. I think she reinserted Buffy into the slayer line. Up until her second death, she had existed outside the line. I think Willow put her back, meaning that when she or Faith dies, a slayer will activate. Meaning there will always be two slayers from now on."
"Faith is such a dirty name." Willow said quietly, "So...christian sounding. Have faith..." Amy grinned at her partner in the darkness.
"You’d love her. So dark, when I saw her. Heard she went bad."
"An evil slayer..." Willow mused.
"Sorry to disappoint, but she reformed."
"She’ll change her mind again, with the right persuasion." Willow licked her lips, tingling inside at the prospect of taking a slayer, of making the girl hers, her childe. Amy’s face was cast in stone. ‘You won’t replace me that easily’ she thought to herself.
They entered a clearing and looked around. Branches were broken, the underbrush crushed and flattened where bodies had landed. There was a small hole in the ground, quite shallow. Amy sighed and placed her hands on her hips.
"Looks like the slayer took them out as they were digging. Looks like she has at least one piece. The Master will not be happy." She looked at Willow.
"Then we’ll have to get it back from the slayer, won’t we?" Willow stated, her voice cold. "Contact the others, and tell them to return home. We’ve got to prepare to storm a fort." Amy closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them, they were pure black.
"They’re on their way now."
Willow smiled and ran a dead hand over Amy’s cheek, "Good. Very good. Lets go, we have to prepare."
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