The Child Is Gone
                                                   by Laine
                                                                  (part 4)


 
  TITLE: The Child is Gone
  AUTHOR: Laine Casey
  SUMMARY: Willow is a....?? Read on to find out....=)
  Dist/Archive: Please e-mail author
  DISCLAIMER: All things Buffy belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, WB,
  etc etc...i have no money...unless you want my allowance....
  AUTHOR'S NOTE: huge thanx to KCL for her endless putting up with my
  cries of "HELP! I have NO PLOT!!" Also to DF for offering to type and
  reading it. Thanx. Also, seeing as how this is my first fanfic, i'd
  love some feedback. pretty please??



 
 Willow opened her eyes again, this time much stronger. Her location had
  changed, but it still wasn't a place she recognized. This one...it was
  beautiful. High, arched ceilings, intricate carvings, along with
  antique paintings and furniture. Warm, passionate colors adorned the
  couches, chairs, and huge bay windows. Her glance traveled, and with a
  snap returned to the windows. She moved closer to them, and saw the
  ocean; perfectly reflecting the black of the clear night sky. She
  raised a hand, touching the glass.

  "Beautiful, isn't it?" A voice startled her. She quickly turned to see
  a figure emerge from the shadows. As soon as she recognized the figure,
  she ran terrified to the other end of the house, searching for an exit.
  Knowing there wasn't one she'd find in her present state of mind, Angel
  slowly walked to where she stood, cowering. When he saw her, he smiled.
  It had worked! <Long time since I've tried it, but I haven't lost my
  touch...> he preened.

  Gently, he took her hand and led her to a mirror. Confused, she lifted
  her head and gazed into it. Hands shaking, she lifted them to her face,
  felt the ridges and valleys...moved her hands to her mouth, felt a stab
  of pain when she touched a tooth. She screamed and fell to the floor,
  shaking. Angel began to laugh. Terror quickly turned to fury, and she
  got up to face him.

  "You bastard, you son of a bitch. You-I'm-How-" Delighted at hearing
  her swear, he kept laughing. Fury overwhelmed her, and she flew at him
  with enough force to knock him through a wall. "Change me back."

  "I can't." he said, pleasantly surprised at her strength. For a new
  vampire, she had remarkable skills.

  "You will."

  "I can't." he repeated.

  "You CAN and you WILL, or I *will* kill you." she threatened. His
  manner turned menacing.

  "You think you can, little girl?" he asked. "Try it." She walked
  slowly towards him. He stood where he was, torn between amusement,
  admiration, and a small amount of apprehension. She held an odd appeal,
  as a vampire. Her yellow eyes glowed with a light he had never before
  seen from her.

  Suddenly, she forgot to be afraid. He didn't look like a "bad guy" to
  her. Within seconds, she was right in front of him. Putting her hands
  on his shoulders for balance, she lifted herself and kissed him firmly
  on his lips. After his initial surprise, he lifted her and kissed her
  back passionately, his tongue dancing with hers between pairs of fangs.
  She melted into his arms as he lifted her higher. She lifted one leg
  and kicked him decisivley between the legs. He dropped her and doubled
  over in pain. With a smirk, Willow stepped back.

  "I win." she said.

  Once he regained his composure, he quickly got up, and, delighted with
  her, swung her around the room. She laughed and held on for the ride.

  *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

  The slayer and friends had spent an exhausting day with police, official
  reports, and Willow's parents. It was dark now, and Buffy had to go
  hunt. Xander had been quiet all day, not even going for the easiest of
  wisecracks. He looked liek he'd lost part of his soul. Cordelia was
  doing her best to comfort Xander and for once was just being helpful.
  Oz was in the hospital, being treated for a minor concussion, at the
  insistence of Mrs. Rosenberg. Buffy...well, Buffy was doing her best to
  hold everyone else together. And she had to go hunt, apparantly by
  herself. She quietly told Giles she was leaving, and grabbed her
  supplies from his office.

  *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

  Graveyard duty. It was a slow night. She'd been here for three hours,
  and killed only one vampire. She missed the days when Angel had hunted
  with her...now he just hunted her friends.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw dark figures running towards her.
  <Oh, goodie.> she thought, and jumped off the tombstone she'd been
  sitting on, body poised for a fight. There were two this time. She
  pulled a stake out and was somewhat surprised to see Angel. The other
  one looked familiar, but Buffy couldn't place her face.

  "Where is she?" Buffy asked, hitting Angel.

  "Who?" he teased, dodging and giving out a hit of his own. Tired of
  being antagonized, she floored (well, grounded) him with a punch and
  kick, and held the stake poised above his heart.

  "You know who."

  "Buffy." The other vampire piped up, in a chillingly unmistakable
  voice. Buffy turned her head, lowered her guard, and was floored
  herself.

  "Willow?!" Angel hit her, just enough to slow her down, and ran into
  the night with Willow, laughing. She knew she should go after them, but
  she needed to go back to the school and figure out what next to do.
 



 

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