"Male Slayer"
Part 7
"You keep you arms close to your body... Like this" Buffy said demonstrating it. "Relax more Chad. OK, OK, that is it. Keep it like that." Buffy said as she went for the first hit. Her hand connected with his lower stomach, and he doubled over, only for a second, before he would be able to come back up. It was the only second Buffy needed. She hit him hard on his back with her elbow and and upper arm, he fell to the floor in a pile, a groan escaping him.
He stood up rapidly and regained his balance. He let himself lower to the ground in a small squat. He balanced himself mostly on his hands, light on his feet. He put his weight onto his hands, he whipped his legs out and around. Trying to get Buffy tripped and on the ground. Except it didn't happen that way, she jumped over his legs easily. She pushed him from behind so that he pitched forward onto his belly and went skidding across the floor. She was directly above him, holding him down on the ground. Now that he was down on the ground, and pinned, she squatted beside him, and pointed a stake that she had produced out of nowhere and aimed it right at his heart. "At this point I'd have staked you."
Chad inhaled deeply as he tried to catch his breath. "Pretty good there Buffy. Good thing I wasn't trying my hardest thought, hey??" He tried to laugh, but ended up coughing instead.
"Sure Chad, good thing." she said smiling in his general direction. She walked up to him, grabbed his left shoulder, using her left foot as a guide, on his own right leg, she swung back to force him to his feet in a quick and rapid movement. She then forced him back onto the ground with the snap of her right leg without a moments notice. "And THAT my friend is how you trip someone."
"Oh... Um, thanks?" Chad got that embarrassed 'I can't believe I've been beaten by a girl' look on his face.
"Try again." She said helping him more easily to his feet again. She showed him once more in slow motion how to trip someone and just plain getting them down on the ground without mercy. They once again took position. Buffy was then on the ground. Chad was straddling her and had a stake pointed directly... over her stomach.
She grabbed his hand with force and placed it above her heart. "That, is where you place your stake. Don't let the sex of your opponent get to you. Breast or no breast Chad, you stake them. Got that?"
"Y-yes." He quickly drew his hand back from her chest as soon as she released her grip on him. Buffy shook her head as she flipped herself quickly back onto her feet with a graceful movement.
Her hair was plastered to her forehead, and her clothes stuck to her like a first skin. She was hot and gross. Wesley was looking at her with a look of awe on his face. Giles had removed his pads and was once again nose in a large book.
Part 8
"I told Angel about it Giles. He's offered to help. He'll probably be along later after sundown. He'll read up about it when he wakes up later today." Buffy said slowly and cautiously.
"Oh, great. Angel. Here, in the library. I'll just go and jump for joy now. Oh, goody. Oh, goody. View me jumping up and down out of excitement." he fell silent again and presumed reading. His eyes followed the wording, but his mind wasn't on it. How could HE be coming here?
"Giles, You know it wasn't him who did that. It was the demon who took control of him. Not Angel. AngeLUS. Angel isn't that demon, he isn't a demon anymore. No matter what you think. Imagine how much pressure he must have on him? He's letting himself come here, even though it will cause you both pain! Please Giles, try to see his point of view..."
"He killed my Jenny, demon or not. That isn't something you can easily forgive. And I am sorry, but I will not let myself forgive him for what he has done."
"Giles? It's what Jenny would have wanted and you know it, your just to scared to admit it..." She was begging to break down, she couldn't hold it in anymore. " It was MY fault, why don't you see that? I didn't kill him all those times I had the chance. Because I could still see Angel in there somewhere. I.. I'm... He's the one who told ME to stop Giles, ME, not me to him. He told ME. I refused. I was to in the moment. There for, it is ME you are to hate grimly and treat ME with such disrespect as you do him. Just remember, it was MY doing." She was almost crying, but she refused it to herself. She would not let anyone see her cry, ever again. Except Angel. Angel would understand when she had to cry. He knew what everything felt like.
"But... How come you never told me?..." He hesitated. "Everyone makes mistakes Buffy." He rubbed the bridge of his nose, and make that clack clacking sound with his tongue on the roof of his mouth.
"Yeah, sure. So you can forgive me, but not him? That doesn't work Giles. And it is true, everyone is allowed to make mistakes, I just make the stupid ones that will one day kill the world, bring it to the end. I make the STUPID mistakes.
Frig. Since I wasn't able to kill him, he tried killing my friends, he seceded with Jenny. Damn it. I can't believe I wasn't there. That is not the point. Anyway's, he tormented me, tried killing everyone I held near. He drew picture of me while I was asleep darn it! Even when I was asleep he tormented me. You know what it's like to wake to see a picture of yourself, or your mother sleeping? Yeah, he tortured you, he killed how many innocent people? He tried to suck the freaking world into HELL Giles. And it was ALL because of ME. Try having that on your shoulders for once, hey?"
"BUFFY?!?"
She didn't hear, she'd broken down, even when she'd sworn she wouldn't. She didn't stop, with the tears running down her face, she was smelly, dirty and annoyed. She made her way to the girls change room. She'd get peace and quite there. She hoped. She began running as fast as she could.
The door slammed loudly shut behind her, the hinges squeaking in protest. She heard someone scream out of surprise. She'd bashed the door to the girls locker room open, she heard a girls scream out of surprise and fright. It fell short when Buffy's hand covered the girls mouth. The girl stifled a scared giggle. Buffy let go and the girl left the change room as fast as her short legs could carry her. Not stopping to look back.
Buffy sauntered off to her locker not really caring at all. She was about to open her locker, but when she looked down the line of lockers she saw Willow and Oz heavily making out on the thick wooden change room bench. Willow was wearing only her bra, and her skirt had been hiked up very far. Farther then it should have been hiked up. Oz was shirt less and wearing only his boxers. There clothes discarded on the floor near by. They didn't seem to have noticed Buffy yet.
Buffy quickly turned her back to them. Keeping her screams of protest as quiet as she could. She kept her back turned for a few moments, giving all three of them the privacy they didn't know they needed. Tears where still heavily falling down her checks. She knew her mascara and all her foundation where running down her face. She fiddled silently with her locker combination as not to disturb Willow and Oz at there little game. Who knew how they would have heard over their own attention span.
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