I rise early. There is a part of me, deep inside, that can not forget about this battle. As much as sleeping across Faith's navel was as close to heaven as I've been in a while, I still couldn't shake the images of hell. The images of the fight. So I'm up, and I'm going to the kitchen, and I'm gonna get coffee. One for me and one for Faith.
It makes me kinda giddy to think that I'm bringing Faith coffee in bed. My bed.
Anyone mind If I do a dance?
Last night was...? There are not words for what last night was.
When I told her my wish... and then she told me hers. I just had to ask her to my room. I didn't think about it. I just knew it. And she looked so nervous, and that was too `cute', and boy, did I want her!
And the memory of her lips on my lips, her body on my body, I still want her. Knowing that I have to wait... and at the same time knowing that I could be in a fight till the death today... it makes me not too keen on the waiting. So not keen. But she wants to be sure, not to rush, not to make mistakes... so who reversed our roles?
I walk to the kitchen, and there is Willow. I swear I'm thinking of getting her a bed in here... how is she always first up? It's still practically night, but already she is up.
"Hey Wills... can't sleep?"
She looks up as if I disturbed her from some very deep thinking.
"Just the little issue of saving the world keeping me awake, the thoughts of death and impending doom, everyone counting on me... does it get any easier?"
"After the third or fourth time...? Barely an acidy tummy."
"Right."
I don't think she believes me. Good thing. It `never' gets easier. When the world depends on you... that never goes away.
She gets up from her pensive thinking, makes her way to the coffee.
"You want one?"
"Make it two."
"Two coffees?...you need that extra caffeine buzz for the big day, huh?"
Shall I tell her? Because I should tell her, because she is my friend... and we tell each other stuff...
"Uh... nope, no extra buzzing needed here!... I just thought I'd take one to Faith."
"That's nice, Buff... but ya know she might not be up yet, she usually doesn't show till I start the pancakes... are you sure ya `really' wanna wake her up?"
I think about all the ways I could wake her.
"I don't think she'll mind, Wills."
"Well you're braver then me... hey, maybe `you' should do the spell thing today?"
"I don't speak Latin."
"I made a translation."
"I've gotta lead the girls Will... slayer stuff, remember?"
"And I thought we were friends!"
"Willow... you'll be fine. Better then fine. You'll be the best."
She will be.
"Fingers crossed."
I hold up my crossed fingers too, and the laugh lightens the atmosphere again.
"So where is Faith anyway...? Cos I don't think she's on the sofa... is she sleeping in Kennedy's room again...? Cos I thought, what with Kennedy and Rona, well I thought sleePovers were, uh... over... unless they all...NO! They wouldn't do `that'... or Faith might..., maybe... where's Faith, Buff?"
What?
Kennedy and Rona...? Since when? And Faith and Kennedy `and' Rona... surely not.
"Kennedy and Rona?"
"She's with Kennedy and Rona? My god... she is a..., what is she Buffy?"
"NO!... I mean she isn't with Kennedy and Rona... but how long have, they uh...? Kennedy's with Rona?"
This is all too weird. And why doesn't anyone tell me `anything'?
"Kinda. I think. They give each other the looks... all coy, and secretive... little touches when they think no one's watching... I thought everyone knew."
"No one told me!"
And you think they would've. What with me going `crazy' with jealousy, over Faith and Kennedy. Am I always so out of the loop?
"Well I don't think it's official."
"Do you get s sticker when it is?"
"What?"
"An `official' sticker?"
She's looking at me, and the coffee she's pouring... like maybe I don't need the extra caffeine rush, maybe I'm already a little... odd.
"Nope. No stickers Buffy."
So what's the benefit in making it official then?
"There's no more need for clandestine groping."
"Huh?"
I `definitely' didn't say that out loud.
"The benefits."
Can `everyone' read my mind? Am I but a `leaking sponge'?
"Willow... please don't tell me you just read my mind?"
"No mind reading... just face reading. You're obvious."
Oh. That's ok then.
"So where is Faith... cos the coffee's done, and you might have to find her."
"She's uh... she's in my room."
Willow. Please. Take your eyebrows off of the ceiling.
"In your room... as in... `in' your room?"
"Well in my bed actually... but my bed's in the room, so yeah, in my room."
"`In' your bed!"
"Yeah?"
She's gonna lose it.
"OH MY..."
"Will!... voice... down!"
"But Faith... and you... in `your' bed...?"
"Yes. Well no... not like that. But `yes' to the bed. And the her in it."
"Wow."
My god, I silenced her. I `should' get a sticker for that!
Nope... wait, she's gonna speak again...
"So you didn't eat the gateaux?"
"No Wills... I may have tasted the cream... but I didn't eat the gateaux."
She looks slightly bewildered... I wanted to Wills, believe me, I wanted to.
"I don't get it..."
"What?"
"Surely if you uh... `tasted the cream'... you ate the gateaux?"
"What...? Wait, NO!... I didn't uh... taste `that' cream... I meant we kissed."
"Ohhhhh. Cos I thought you meant..."
"I got it Wills, but nope. Just kissing."
I can see her mulling this over. Wondering if `just kissing' is a feasible reality. Hard to believe with Faith in the mix.
"You sure it was `just kissing'?"
"Well... maybe a bit of... writhing... with clothes on!"
"Ahhhhh. Dry humping... how I remember it well..."
I think of Wills and Tara dry humping... I can't imagine it. It seems that everything they do should be `beautiful' and graceful and... well, not dry humping. Then I think of the noises I've heard coming form their room. I bet they do a whole lot more, other then beautiful and graceful!
"Not so much with the `dry', Wills."
"You were wet?... Ohhhhh!"
Part of me wants to stay and play with Wills, but the bigger part... that wants to get back upstairs. To my room. And my bed. The bed with Faith in it.
And at least I've given her something to think about, other then the end of the world.
I take the coffee, and head from the room. I can still picture Willow behind me. Mouth still open... eyes still vacant. Yep, me and Faith. Wow.
My hands are shaking a little as I carry the cups to my room. Still nervous. She makes me that way.
And there she is. On my bed. Dressed, which is a shame. But there are plusses to be taken, and I stand a moment and observe the plusses.
Her little vesty top has ridden up. Over that navel I can't stop thinking about. Across her ribs, to stay just beneath her breasts. Her incredibly sexy, delicious breasts. They look like breakfast. My eyes wander down, to the point where she has released a couple of buttons on her jeans. For comfort. I can see the top of her panties, just sneaking out for a look around, the white contrasting perfectly against her skin and the black of her clothes. Her hand is flung across her waist, the tips of her fingers, resting just against the top of her pants, and I am entranced.
In my mind I can see her hand coming alive. Moving slowly, softly, just dipping beneath her waistband, searching for the things I long to find. The rest of her buttons popping open, as she delves deeper and deeper. Her hips finding a rhythm to keep pace with her fingers. Her breath becoming ragged, her back arching.
Arghhhh! Stop!
I shake my head, and her hand is back, exactly where it was before. Just resting.
She still looks like breakfast though.
I move over to the bed, and place the cups down on the side. It's surprising that there is coffee left in them. I am shaking so much. It's crazy.
People often say that the sleeping look peaceful. Content. Relaxed. Faith just looks like Faith... with her eyes shut.
She still looks wild, and sexy, and hot, and ready, and... Mmmmm. Like breakfast. I'm hungry.
I wonder if she would mind if I stole a kiss. Technically she `owes' me one, what with the fight thing. She owes me a big one.
So I lean forward. Casually, as if I might change my mind at any minute. Her lips are slightly open, slightly inviting, and I take full advantage. I wet my tongue, and ever so softly, ever so gently, I run it across her bottom lip, feeling each ridge, the patterns that they make... pausing in the middle, that incredible little dent, a groove just perfect, on this, her perfect mouth. And I have to have more.
I take that lip, between mine, and I suck. Not hard, not aggressively, but slowly, sensuously... like I love her.
She moans ever so quietly as I do this, and it spurs me on, urges me to take more. To have the more i want.
I climb over her, onto the bed, and make myself comfortable. She's still sleeping and I still plan on kissing her. Lots and lots and lots and... well, until she wakes up.
I repeat my slow introduction to her mouth... not because I want to take my time, but because I love the feeling it is giving me, the intimacy it is allowing me, that I haven't had before. Learning her lips, mapping her lips, making them mine.
When I finally claim her mouth fully, she starts to wake up, but that is slow, and I already have her, her tongue moving with mine, happy to greet the morning this way. It turns so quick from a `good morning' kiss, to a `oh yeah, baby!' one, that I barely have the chance to register, I just know it has changed. Because I changed it. Because I'm demanding more. I 'want' more.
My hand remembers the images my eyes saw when I entered the room, and it makes its way down her body, smoothing across her skin, sliding against her flesh, reaching for the waistband of her sneaky peeky panties. Just the tiniest bit visible, just asking to be released. I pop the buttons of her fly, the way I envisioned her doing, and now I `can' see more.
Don't worry panties... Buffy will release you...
The heat is unbelievable. As I graze my hand against the fabric covering her groin, I feel like I'm gonna burst into flames. Like I want to burst into flames. It's consuming me. I push into the kiss even more, keeping her prisoner as I look to touch what I've always wanted, look to claim what I feel should be mine.
I scratch my fingers against her pants. Against her pussy. And she bucks. Straight up and into me, my fingers forced to apply more pressure, forced to push `this' even further.
I don't want to stop. I don't want to pause and think and decide if this is right. Don't want excuses for what I can't have. Cos my world might end today, and I `just' need this.
Her tongue is fully taking part in the duel now, wrestling with me, tasting me, taking me... I wonder if her brain woke up yet... I don't want it to.
I'm rubbing my hand back and forth against her panties, and I can feel how wet she is. I don't know if it's from this, or from last night, but she is wet. And my fingers are sliding even through the fabric, and I can feel them slipping, in between her lips, against her hole, and I can't not have her... I can't not touch her... I need to touch her. So I do. I push the barrier to one side, and there it is. My hand, my fingers, resting against her. Coated already in the juice that is her. Aware of the soft trimmed hair that is framing her. And I just have to have her.
Her hips are stilled, and I wonder if she has `woken'. Properly woken. But the kiss is still there. Still happening. Still urging.
Although the rhythm I find is gentle, it is not soft. I push hard against her clit, as if I can find my own release by offering what I need. The kiss is broken as her head is thrown back, experiencing the shock of the contact so firm. Her eyes fly open, and she is looking at me... questioning... like I have the answers. But I don't stop. I wont stop.
I keep the rhythm, increase the rhythm, increase the pressure, increase the contact. And she doesn't break it. She pushes up to meet me. Every touch of my hand, mirrored by the raising of hips, the need building, me to give, her to take.
And I can't wait.
I keep her gaze as I push the first part of me inside of her. Just the tip of a finger, looking for entrance... looking for refuge. Because I need this. Her eyes are wide, but steady... I'm not looking for answers in them, because I didn't ask a question... and she knows this. In her eyes she knows this.
My whole finger pushes inside of her and her back rises off the bed, keeping contact close, holding on to what has been offered. I slide all the way out again, then all the way in again... marvelling at `this'... at what I'm feeling... it's so warm, and moist, and tight, and it's all around me, and it feels perfect. So perfect I enter another finger, stretching her walls to accommodate me that little bit more, exploring the ridges here, as thoroughly as I explored the ones on her mouth. Her jeans are tight against her, and it's restricting my movement, but I don't care... it just means my hand is pushed tighter against her. As I strain to keep the rhythm going, to keep movement up with the constraints around me, I force yet another of my digits inside her, wanting her to take more of me, wanting to take more of her, pushing as deep as I can, as much as I can.
She's bucking almost violently now, her eyes no longer open, her faced etched with silent concentration... and I keep pushing... her hands thrown back above her head, writhing from side to side... and I keep pushing... the sweat gathering above her top lip, the breath coming ragged from her throat... and I keep pushing... her muscles tightening around my fingers, her clit straining to press hard against my palm... and I'm gonna keep pushing. This is the most beautiful, hot and fucking horny thing I have seen in my life, and I am gonna keep pushing, cos I have to know... I have to see how this ends.
I feel how it ends first.
The pressure around my fingers growing almost unbearable, her body so rigid, everything held in an everlasting instant, afraid to move, afraid to miss what is happening... and then release.
The moment of glory.
Fluid rushing, racing to soak me, my hand coated, her jeans drenched, evidence of the moment, already past, fleetingly perfect. And my god, I love her.
I've never held someone in the palm of my hand before. Been in absolute control, of their body absolutely. It was a revelation. And where I know I was made to love her... now I know I was made to love her like this. That was... WOW.
She didn't cry out. She didn't open her eyes. She just let it go.
I move my hand slowly away. Her eyes are still shut, and I have the funniest little feeling, like the girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Nice cookies.
I lean over and kiss her gently. Really gently, and she opens her eyes.
"Hey, Faith."
She's just looking at me. Not answering. I hope she's not pissed at me. That would be not good.
"Faith?"
"Buffy."
She has to say more then that. Although on the rule of hugs for name usage I should just hug her now.
"Good morning?"
She's still looking. Maybe peculiarly, but looking.
She's raising herself up a little on her arms, taking in the room, the coffee by the bed, me on the bed, her jeans undone and slightly down pulled. And now she's got the biggest `shit eating' grin on her face, that I have ever seen in my life. Bigger then that. Huge. Gigantic. Massive. Really, really big.
"I knew it!"
She knew what?
"What?"
"I knew you just wanted in my pants!... there's me all responsible, with the waiting, but you... Ha! No way... little miss eager... just needing some Faith..."
That so wasn't it. Really. It wasn't about the sex. Really!
"Faith...?"
"Yes, `miss eager pants'?"
She is not gonna call me that.
"Shut up!"
"My oh my, you are forceful this morning... should I get used to this? Is this `normal' Buffy behaviour for the mornings?"
"I brought you coffee."
I don't know why I said that, but it worked. Because she has shut up and she's looking at the coffee, and at me, and she's kinda laughing... and I like that.
"And yes..."
"Yes what, B?"
"You should get used to that... in the mornings... the coffee... and the other..."
"The other, B?"
Yeah, cos you're `so' innocent Faith, you really don't know what I mean. Right.
"The uh..."
"Ohhhhh... you mean the way you came to the room, and fucked me whilst I was sleeping, waking me up with a kick ass orgasm...? Cos I `could' get used to `that'... if that's what you're meaning...B?"
"Yep. Meaning understood."
I feel weird. I just fucked Faith. Just like that. On my bed. I had thought it would be a big event. Flowers and moonlight, and uh... violins? But it wasn't. It was more then that. It was urgent, and quick, and now. It was what I needed.
"In that case... I'm used to it."
"And you don't mind...?"
"Mind?"
"That I just did `it'. I didn't wait. You wanted to wait."
She closes her eyes again. Thinking.
"I did B. Want to wait. I didn't want... I wanted to be sure... to know, that this isn't just... that we're not just fucking... is that what `this' was?... just fucking?"
She's frowning a little, behind her closed eyes, and in this moment, she does look innocent, and unsure, and like everything I've ever wanted.
So I kiss her. A soft kiss. A reassuring kiss. Because this could never be `just' fucking.
"Faith, look at me."
And on command, her eyes open.
"I love you. And `this' wasn't about fucking... it was about me, and needing you, and not wanting to wait... when today could mean waiting forever. I just `needed' you. Is that ok?"
Please let it be ok.
She doesn't speak. She kisses me. A soft kiss. A reassuring kiss.
And it is ok.
"B...?"
"Uh-huh?"
"It `was' just a little bit about the fucking, right?"
And her eyebrows are wiggling, and she's looking so hot, and you bet it was a little bit about the fucking.
"A little."
And I can see the fire burning in her eyes. The need growing. The ache building. Her body as it takes on the posture of wanting. The self assuredness that she owns when she's horny.
"You wanna try for a little bit more?"
She's coming to possess my mouth. And it's not soft or gentle. It's fucking hot.
"Guys...?"
And there's banging on the door.
"Guys...? Buffy...?"
And it's Willow.
We break apart because we have to. Panting, ready for more.
"Come in, Wills."
Yes, please do. Because right now... oh yeah, I so want you in my room Willow.
She comes in and I see her eyes work the room. Us on the bed. The coffee by the bed. Untouched.
"Uh... are you guys hungry?... cos I was gonna start on the breakfast... and should I get everyone up?... and are you hungry?"
"I'm starving, Red... and `yes' to getting the others up... and yes again... starving!"
"Buffy...?"
"Starving."
"Ok... well I'm gonna go do that, then... with the pancakes, and the others."
She looks like she's dying to say something.
"Buffy?"
"Yes, Wills?"
"You sure ya want pancakes?... cos I heard..."
And she gets a wicked grin on her face...
"... that when you're `starving' in the morning... it has to be `gateaux'!"
And she's laughing and leaving and I'm just sat here, laying here, dumb founded.
"'Gateaux'?, what is it with you chicks and gateaux?"
And I don't know how to answer that. So I don't.
Instead I get up. I allow myself one last look at the bed. My bed. My bed with Faith on it.
And then it is gone. Because we are slayers now.
And right now, we have to go save the world.
Pov None.
They were gathered in the kitchen. Some eating, some drinking, some just standing, waiting... but they all had anticipation. They all knew that this was `the' day. The day they had been waiting for, training for, some would say, the day they had been born for. So much potential, and all in one room.
Buffy led the group. One final speech, one last rousing battle cry to get the troops motivated. To convey the seriousness of what they were fighting for. Everything they were fighting for. Explaining what would happen, how it would go. Where people would be, what they would do. Everything was decided. Everything was ready. Now they just had to go.
Giles rounded the girls up and led them to the door, congregating on the front lawn, waiting for their leaders.
The main frame remained in the kitchen just those moments longer. Observing each other, drawing the last bits of strength that they needed from their friendships, from their banter. From their love of each other.
"So Buff... ya know it's not too late to run, right? Because the back doors looking mighty tempting... and I think we'd have a good head start, leave the potentials to go save the world."
"Grow some balls, Xan!"
"Wasn't asking you, Faith!"
"Guys, we can't run... Wills stayed up all night learning that spell... I wouldn't wanna upset the witch."
"I don't mind... upset away. I'm with Xander... I can run in these shoes."
"But I'm not running... I'm gonna help the slayers... so technically you'll be running away with Xander... sounds romantic."
"Tara!... you said you would run too!"
The blonde witch just threw her hands in the air, as if she was helpless to do anything other then help the slayers. Which they all were really. At one point or another in their lives, they had all made the choice to fight this war, to help their friend... and none of them would run now. No matter how much they joked.
"So we should go then, huh?"
"I guess we should."
"You could sound more eager, Buff."
"Believe me Xan... she is `eager', no holding our B back, `miss eager pants'... she's your girl."
"What?"
The dark slayers eyebrows were dancing all over her face. She was wearing her cockiest grin, oozing sexuality.
"B... she is very, `very' eager..."
"I'm missing something here aren't I?"
"No Xander... missing nothing! Faith... mouth, shut! Witches... stop laughing, move your asses out the door... the `front' door... and lets go, I believe we had some stuff to do this morning?"
"Ok, ok... we're leaving."
"Told ya she was eager!"
"Faith!"
"And aggressive..."
"FAITH!"
"And loud..."
"ARRGGHHHHHH!"
And with that, they left the safety of the house, none of them looking back, none of them prepared to admit that this could be the last time that they ever saw the sanctuary of their home.
The high school was long since closed. Too many crazy happenings for even the `normal' person to brush under the carpet, too much unexplained, so much not wanted to be known. So people had left. Just like that. Upped and gone. And the high school was empty.
It was perfect for the slayers. They had access to everything they needed without interruptions. No power hungry principle telling them what to do, where to go. No kids to run screaming when the Hellmouth was opened. Cos that's what they were gonna do.
The slayers were gonna open the Hellmouth.
"So Buffy... me and Willow, we're doing this in the principles office?"
"Yep, Tar. Right above the Hellmouth!... How long will it take for phase one to kick in?"
"Hard to tell,... Willow, she's strong... but this is `big' Buffy, not too big, but big."
"So no idea?"
"Not long?"
"That helps."
The blonde witch looked at the slayer apologetically. She really couldn't be specific. This was huge magic, releasing the essence of the scythe to make all the potentials, slayers. Who really knew how long that could take?
"What about after the first bit?... the second spell, how long will that be?"
"Again with the not knowing Buffy. If Willow can keep focus... we could be home for lunch..."
"So make her keep focus."
"I'll try."
"Try your hardest."
"I will."
"Good luck."
"And you."
They smiled and went their separate ways. Tara to Willow, to make with the magic. Buffy to Faith, to make with the fighting. Just as things should be.
"So B... we set?"
"Nearly."
"Everyone where they should be?"
"I guess. Giles and Xander, Dawnie... they're ready. I don't want anything getting to them though. This stays in the Hellmouth."
"No arguments here."
"I can't believe Angel didn't wanna stay for this. I know with the spell, and exploding vamps, it might not have been... `safe'... but still, big battle... him being a champion..."
"Don't need him, B. Soulboy knew he wouldn't be no use, so he went. No big. You can ring him tomorrow, share the details."
"Tara said we could be home for lunch."
"Oh yeah... lunch. What ya fancy eating, B?"
"Gateaux!"
"I'm never gonna know am I? What your thing is with the gateaux?"
"You get me through this... I'll tell ya `all' my things."
"So lets go already."
"And you call me eager..."
They went to the basement, and stood in amongst the girls. Some their friends, some not so friendly. Each and every one ready to face battle.
They cut their hands, offering the blood to the seal of the Hellmouth. Urging it to open, to allow them access to the bowels of the earth.
And it did open. Wide and inviting.
Buffy's Pov
HOLY FUCK.
It's like déjà vu, but worse, because déjà vu happens after you've been somewhere, and this... heck, we've still got this to come. It's just as I saw it. Thousands of them. Like cockroaches... but kinda uglier. And more violent... and they suck blood. Not really like cockroaches. Not at all. But they are swarming... like locusts?
Focus Buffy. Focus!
The odds are against us in such a complete and ridiculous way, I don't wanna even calculate them. Not that I necessarily could, but if I could, I wouldn't want to. It's gonna be a massacre. The bad kind, the kind that involves lots of dead girls and not so many dead monsters. We need Willow. Before they see us.
Before the realisation that breakfast is here, all nice and delivered to the doorstep. Service with a smile.
Come on Willow. Come on Willow. Come on Willow. It's my new mantra.
Willow's Pov
It's too much. It's too much and I can't control it. I can feel it. Touching me, teasing me, tempting me. Wanting me to let go. To give in.
Goddess, it hurts.
So much energy...
I can't do it.
"Tara...? Baby...? It hurts..."
"Relax, sweetie. Come on. You can do this..."
I can do this. I can do this.
The scythe is so hot. I can feel the power, channelling through me. Deep inside of me. It is what's burning. The raw power.
I've done the spell. All done. Simple. The essence is all `essencey', released and ready and raring to go.
But I can't let go. Because I'm scared. It's too much... the power is too much.
"I can't do it..."
I can feel it in my fingertips, aching to burst free, to be used... to serve it's purpose... but I just can't... it hurts.
"Willow! You `can' do this... I'm here... come on... focus..."
And I'm trying. Because she's here.
I concentrate on her. On my Tara. On love. And kisses. And smiles...
And I know I have to do it. If I blow up in the process, or if my roots just go a little... dark and skanky looking... it'll be worth it. Cos I'm doing it for her.
I concentrate my mind again.
I can do this!
I control the power... it doesn't control me.
And I feel it rising up, collecting, waiting direction... and I free it.
Oh yeah. I rock!
Faith's Pov
Now `this' is what I'm talking about. Holy fucking fuck!
I'm thinking Reds mojo just got pumping... cos I am juiced. I can feel all these itty bitty potentials, just bursting with the power... all answering the call at the same time.
I feel like a mom! Shit... does that make B a grandma?... man I can't wait to tell her. She'll be stoked.
The ugly assed vamps are coming this way and I am in one hell of a mood to fight. So's everyone else by the looks of it.
All this power... I'd be lying if I said it wasn't horny...
Kennedy's Pov
WOW.
This is `too' good. I can feel it.
Bursting through my veins. Energising me. Owning me.
I am a slayer.
And I am gonna kick ass...
Pov None.
The battle raged thick and fast. A never ending army against an elite team of slayers. It didn't seem a fair fight.
The scythe had been rushed to the slayers, as soon as the first spell had been activated. It was needed there now. Willow had everything she needed to make the second part work.
She only needed herself. Her power. Her essence. She had to connect to everything. Good and evil, heaven and hell. She would be calling them all. Controlling them all.
And hopefully, after she had called them and controlled them, and generally shown what a damn fine, mightily frightening witch she was... they would release what ever power she needed, and she would channel it, and the slayers would use it, and the vamps would all go boom. Or something like that.
The little old lady who lived in a crypt, was kind of vague. Or the slayers were kind of vague when explaining. Either way, Willow wasn't a hundred percent sure `what' would happen. Only that it would be big, it would take big power, she had to wear a kooky looking amulet, she was the one, and the vamps would be defeated. It sounded simple. Just another simple spell.
Tara was keeping her grounded, her safety net, ready to catch her if she fell. But she wouldn't fall. She was over her moments of hurting and doubting.
She could do this. She was the one.
Buffy's Pov
We're doing ok. Surprisingly ok.
Will's big spell worked, so we're all doing the `slayer thang'... but the numbers are too big.
I can see that Faith knows it too. She's fighting so hard, pushing them back, holding the line... but there's too many.
And we won't hold out for much longer.
Whatever Willow's got left up her sleeve... we need it. Soon.
Tara's Pov.
Did I ever tell you I love this girl.
This sweet and sexy and funny and cute and curious and...? and kinda quirky girl. Yes. I love her.
Never in my life have I loved like this, and never will I love like this again. She is my everything. And right now...? Right now, my everything, is kicking ass!
I was worried before, at the beginning, when it all looked too much. And if it had been too much?... that would have been ok. I know how much this could hurt her. But I'm not worried now.
If you told me I was in the company of a real live goddess, I wouldn't be surprised. She is using power I have never even heard of. And she's controlling it. Directing it. The energy in the room is amazing, it's actually humming... at one point I thought maybe it was humming Britney... but that was too weird. So now I'm just going with humming. There's even a light show. My girl's got power.
And she looks as hot as hell.
And maybe that's not appropriate wording when you consider where we are...
Pov None.
All at once the cavern was filled with a indescribable light. It was too bright to be sunlight. Too powerful in it's intensity to be man made. And it was everywhere.
You couldn't say where it came from. Nothing could be made out. It was too bright. But if you could see, then you would know.
It originated from the scythe. The whole thing glowing, from the tip of it's stake, to the point of it's blade. It spread out from there, touching the hands of the one that held it.
Buffy.
It filled her body, held her rigid, muscles frozen in this moment of...?
It was power. The highest power. Using her body, as a point to burst free.
From there it jumped along the slayer line. Each one connected. Each one used.
From Faith, to Kennedy, to Rona, and on, and on, and on, until each newly appointed slayer was held in the state of paralysis, bathed in the light, a weapon to be wielded.
There was a deafening cry.
The slayers releasing from their bodies the most primal of screams, calling to the warriors past, and yet to come, bearing witness to what was happening around them, warning evil to run. To run now.
But there would be no running. The light was everywhere.
And with the scream, the light became heat, scorching, burning, destroying all which stood before it. All which desecrated what the power stood for.
The First good against The First evil. And there was only one winner.
The howl from the slayers subsided, and the only sound now was the call of death. Vampires exploding, dusting as if by magic.
Exactly as if by magic.
And the cavern began to shake. To collapse. The First good's attempt, to close the Hellmouth forever. To blot the stain which should never have existed. To put an end to this fight. Forever.
Faith's Pov
Shit I'm juiced. That was too crazy... even for me. I'm gonna be having a little chat with Red... that girl has got wicked power. Crazy wicked power.
And why the fuck are the walls crumbling?
Cos this wasn't in the brochure... B said lunch... not a fucking demolition derby!
"B... what the fuck?"
She just looks perplexed. I wonder if she knows her hands are glowing where she's holding the freaky stick. Sorry... scythe. Whatever.
"Everyone! Get out! Now..."
That's it B... get the order out...
"She said now! Fucking move it!"
Now that will get them going. A bit of slayer aggression. Oh wait... we're all slayers now. Damn!
Buffy's coming towards me. Looks hot. Oops, I mean, looks... purposeful. Yeah, really `fucking' purposeful.
"Faith... you need to get out, get the witches, make sure everyone's out... get Dawn, get safe."
She is tripping, right?
"I'm not leaving you B... come on, we'll get everyone out together..."
"NO! It's taking too long... the injured ones are too slow... you've gotta get Wills, now, I'll get the girls... go!"
"Not happening... not leaving without you."
Don't even think about it.
"Will you just do what the fuck your told for a change?... get out, get the witches out, and I'll see you in a minute. Now FUCK OFF!"
And she turns from me, just like that. Ouch. Not liking purposeful Buffy. She sucks.
But I'm going. Because I must do as I am told. And I must save Red, and B can `so' herd the rest of the cattle up.
And she's so gonna owe me for telling me to `fuck off'... gonna start thinking up payment... oh yeah. Lots of it.
Willow's Pov
Oooo, I'm moving.
Nope. The floors moving.
Why is the floor moving?
Should I open my eyes?
"Tara...?"
"Willow... that was `amazing'... but now, honey... we should think
about moving."
"The floor's moving."
"And that's kind of why we should move, come on baby."
I don't think I can. Feel kinda woozy. Oh yeah... wooooozy.
"Just a minute more, Tar?... I don't think I can move."
"I'll help you... come on."
She sounds... ah what's the word... woozy?... nope, that's me... err...
insistent. Yep. That's it. What was she insisting?
"What... Tara?"
I can feel her lifting me up off the ground. It's kinda shaking. Wouldn't
wanna be downstairs right now... oh no. Cos this floor... this floor is
gonna go.
"RED!?"
Sounds like Faith.
"FAITH...? IN HERE!"
Sounds like Tara. Why the shouting?
And ooooh what strong arms you have Tara.
Not Tara. Whoa... Faith's got me in her arms. I hope Buffy won't mind.
"Hey Faith."
She's smiling at me. She's cute.
"Hey Red."
She's running with me, and Tara's right with us. Looks like we're leaving
high school. Again.
In rubble. Again.
"You're cute."
Did I say that out loud?
"Thanks Red, you're pretty hot yourself. How about we swap fluids once
we're out of here, ok?"
Huh? Swap fluids. Oh no. Not gonna happen.
"Keep your fluids to yourself, slayer gal!"
But she's just laughing and running. And oh... dodging falling boulders.
Looks dangerous.I'm just gonna close my eyes again.
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