Children of the Earth by WillowX

Rating: NC-17
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Pairing: Willow/Buffy

Summary: Changes the events of Wrecked and sends our heroines into a whirlwind of adventure, love, and destiny..

The air was hot and the room was dimly lit by candlelight. The shadows of our bodies danced on the walls as the low whispering of her tears filled the air. A few feet away from me she sat in a chair with her hands tied behind her back and her head bowed forward in exhaustion, her long blonde hair covering her face. Strands of golden hair swaying back and forth with each of her labored breaths. She was muttering under her voice softly.

"W-why are y-you doing this to m-me?" She asked as she lifted her head slowly, revealing her torn lip and black eye.

"Cause I hate fucking gullible people!" I say through gritted teeth. She looks at me in anguish and I raise my hand over my head. In a downward scratching motion I rip my fingernails through the empty air. Brand new bloody scratches appear on her face. Ain't magic cool?

"Take it easy there Baby Doll. We don't want to kill the bitch …well … not yet at least." Rack called over my shoulder. I turned to look at him sprawled out on his sofa. His eyes crackling with magic.

"Oh…I'd never steal your thunder Baby Doll. I just don't want big daddy mad at us again." He explained with a lazy grin. Ok…so he had a point. Methos is not someone to toy with.

I shrug my shoulders and turn to look at the pathetic excuse for a Witch that's crying before me. "Hey…girlie girl…why so many tears? I thought dikes were tough!"

"W-why did you trick me? Y-you could have just t-taken me…w-why did you s-show me those false visions?" She asked softly between tears. I walk up to her and take her chin into my right hand. Bringing her face up, I lift her eyes to my level and lean in closely to whisper into her mouth.

"Because the look of pain and anguish on your face was priceless! The hurt….was un-fucking-believable. I loved it!" I finished with an evil grin. "Besides," I drop her face again with disgust, turn, and walk away from her "it wasn't a false vision, more of an alternate reality. You see little dumpling, reality is a tricky thing. Our form of reality is built on the decisions and actions that are taken on a daily basis. It's the little details that set the course of our existence. Somewhere along the line someone did something to royally fuck everything up. What I showed you….that was just what reality would have been had you remained in Willow's life." I watched in ecstasy as her expression stiffened.

"Yes…that's right…isn't it nice to know you inspire evil? Isn't nice to know you bring out the worse in people?" The look on her face was fantastic. Such fear. Such sadness. Such hurt.

"Oh…but it is. In case you haven't noticed Sunshine, Willow is one bad ass Witch. She's got mad power but refuses to use it. You've been holding her back. It's because of you that I sat in cage for 3 years. But everything is going to change now. When she finds out you're here and comes to get you, we will be ready." I pause for a moment and smile. I love that everything is going as planned. Soon Willow will be evil and with her help the Hellmouth will be opened.

"Your death is just a sacrifice for the cause. You should consider yourself a martyr. Be proud…the World will end and you're the catalyst."

"W-Willow won't let that happen." She said softly. Hmph…who is she kidding? I walk towards her slowly and crouch in front of her.

"Willow is powerful…but not nearly powerful enough to defeat the three of us." Her eyes widened in curiosity. "You didn't think I'd do this on my own did ya? I got mad power backing me up too. Why is it everybody always underestimates me?" I ask sarcastically, pleased at the outcome of our conversation. I'm gonna work on her so hard she's gonna wanna kill herself.

She looked up into my eyes again and held my gaze. Her eyes still. "Amy?" She asked softly.

"You're not the only one who's underestimated." She said in a cold tone. Just then her body was engulfed in a swirl of mystical energy and she disappeared.

"WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE GO?" I screamed appalled. Rack is chuckling hysterically behind me.

"Ohhh you're in wicked trouble now. You just lost our wild card." He said between chuckles.

"Yep…and she didn't even stutter before she left!" Rack said still giggling. I felt the anger consume me. His laid back attitude towards everything was beginning to get old. I felt my expression change as the power took over. With one swift move I blew his body across the room. He crashed against the walls shaking their very foundation. Seconds later he stood with his own eyes black with magic ready to attack.

"Don't forget what your place is Rack." I warned. He stood before me with threatening eyes taking deep vicious breaths. We stared at each other fiercely. After a few minutes he backed down and returned with an angry growl to the sofa. I turned again to look at the empty chair. The only sign of her presence were the ropes that had bound her hands.

"Run Sunshine. Run….cause when I find you …you'll learn what pain really is." I called out into the empty air.

My body re-appeared in a cloud of crackling magic. I felt the sensation of weightlessness as I plummeted through the air and landed on my back hard on the pavement. The fall was perhaps 10 or 15 feet and I landed with a crushing bang. My nose was bloody and my head spinning with agony. My throat instantly filled with blood and it was impossible for me to breathe. I rolled over on my stomach throwing up blood. My blood. My lungs screaming for air… I thought I was going to choke…drown in a pool of my own blood… die alone as a person that inspires evil should.

I opened my eyes examining my surroundings carefully. It was dark and cold. In the distance I could see the faint glow of the Sunnydale City lights. I had teleported clear out of Sunnydale in the middle of the desert. I have to get back. I have to warn Willow. I have to warn Buffy. Amy is evil. Rack is helping her. They're going to open the Hellmouth.

I felt my eyes glaze over as the exhaustion took over and my body reluctantly gave in. The pain was to great and the fatigue to powerful. Maybe if I just close my eyes for a minute I can gather the strength to get up. Oh Goddess…please give me the strength to get up. Please…

My heart is aching. I can't bear to watch any longer. The pain in my chest is overwhelming. I can't breath. I can't think. I can't watch.

"Look sweetheart. If you don't want to watch the movie we can take it off. Dawn and I have seen "Aliens" a thousand times already." He explained with his big concerned puppy dog eyes. I loved his eyes. Oh and his muscular body. I loved that too. I loved when he wore his cute construction person hat and walked around ordering workers around. It was moments like that I pictured him naked with….

"Anya!" He interrupted again. "You're getting that look that scares me." He finished.

"It's this movie it's disgusting!!!! I was a vengeance demon for over eleven hundred years and never ONCE did I do something as revolting as this! Creepy, slimy, yucki, parasite infesting, chest busting, bunny wannabes!" Ughhh…just uggghhhh.

"For the last time….IT'S A MOVIE!!!" Xander said. Dawn fell on the floor laughing waiving her arms and legs around in a swimming like motion. Ohhh she's gonna get it now.

"Are you laughing at me again Missy?" I ask in a threatening yet humorous tone. I am trying to be playful.

"Bunny Wannabes!!!" Dawn screamed between giggle attacks. I walk over to where she is, stomping and swinging my arms like a monster.

"Arrrghh Arrrgghhh !!! Now you shall be tickled to death by the Tickle Demon." I screamed playfully.

"Oh No!! Not the Tickle Demon!!!" Xander squealed playing along. The mere thought made Dawn run for the bedroom. Ha! I got her! I knew I could still scare children. Nice to know I still got what it takes.

"PILLOW FIGHT!!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Oh boy…I hated those. I always managed to get my butt pillowed to death.

The first swing hit Xander in the back of the head just as he was eating a handful of popcorn. His face turned into a popcorn spray! Projectile popcorning! A piece stuck on my forehead. THAT'S IT! I have spit on my face! She's going down!

I sprinted in her direction to which she responded with a high pitched screech. Sort of like the sound of eels mating. Xander got up to grab his own artillery…. Sofa cushions! An all out war was sprung as the sounds of soft pillows slicing through the air, Dawn's giggles, and Xander's huffing and puffing were the only things heard….until the loud knock at the door that is.

We froze….the neighbors…they probably heard us struggling. I walked over to the door quickly trying to catch my breath. When I opened the door there stood Spike. Awesome…more pillows to go around.

"Spike! Hey…you're just in time….we're having a pillow fight. Please come in, you can help us get Dawnie." I said cheerfully. His eyes had a strange gleam in them.

"With pleasure luv." He growled as he walked in past the doors. The next thing I felt was his strong hand grip the back of my neck. He picked me right off the floor and threw me across the room. I felt my body hit the wall and fall hard on the floor. I looked up as Xander and Dawn's expressions changed from happy carefree fun to horrified betrayal.

Xander quickly took the offensive, running towards Spike to through a punch. With one dismissive swing Xander's body was sent catapulting into the air. I watched in horror and unable to move as his head banged against the edge of the nearby table. Xander was out cold.

Dawn stood in the corner shaking from fear. She was covering her face with the same pillow she so predominantly swung as a mighty weapon a few seconds ago. Spike walked right up to her and ripped the pillow from her hands throwing it aside.

"Guess what little bint? I'm here to bore you to death with my meaningless threats." He said to her sarcastically. Just then he reached out and grabbed a hand full of her hair, yanked upward really hard, and lifted Dawns body off the ground completely. Once she was dangling at eye level he growled into her face "I wonder if you taste like she does. Are you a screamer too Nibblette?" He asked. Dawn was crying hysterically, her face contorted in pain. Just as easily as he had lifted her, he let his arm drop and Dawn's body crash against the floor. He dragged her behind him as he walked through the apartment. Dawn's body convulsing in tears and pain. He paused a few steps away from me.

"Tell the Slayer if she wants to get the little bint back to meet me tomorrow at midnight at our love nest." He chuckled evilly right before he walked out, banging Dawn's body against the doorways as he made his exit.

My life is like a soup opera. Just when you think the story is nearing its end….it begins again….and always with a new twist. Hope just told us that we are descendants of a race of super humans….I'm unclear as to the details. Not sure if I'm a descendant or a reincarnation. Either way…this is why Buffy and I are becoming stronger.

The great danger that Hope came to warn us about is a man by the name of Methos. The minute I heard that name I recognized it instantly. I spent endless nights reading of him…infinite hours on the web researching his name…countless days wishing I could travel through time to find him to ask for his help.

"Methos is the name of the last Sorcerer to have performed the resurrection spell. But I don't understand…that was centuries ago." I explained to Buffy.

"That is correct my child. Methos performed that spell centuries ago …" She looked at me with a steady gaze as if expecting me to figure it out any minute. "He used it to resurrect me! I am of the Children of the Moon…and Methos is my other half." She finished with distinct sadness in her eyes.

Buffy and I were dumbfounded. My mouth was gapping open as a myriad of questions flooded my brain. So this is the source of Hopes powers. Methos is her other half. But why are we in danger? Why would Methos want to hurt us? Why was Hope afraid of him?

"Six thousand years ago I died." She began to explain slowly, "Methos resurrected me using the soul joining spell. Back then there was no one to explain to us what had happened. To explain to us what we had become. We spent years piecing together the history of our making from our visions. Who we were…what our purpose was…why our powers grew every day. The answers to all these questions took decades to reveal themselves. Slowly we learned of our unique bond and the advantages that were afforded to us because of it. Separate we were powerful…together we were unstoppable. For decades we aided in the battle against evil. Setting right what was once wrong. Making the world a better place."

"What happened to him?" Buffy asked afraid. I knew what she was thinking. I knew what she was fearing. I was fearing it myself.

"Oh little one." Hope said near tears, "Like I said…with great power comes great corruption and chaos. Methos grew accustomed to the control. He yearned for it….desired it more than anything else. The more power he possessed the more he wanted. With the years he grew fearless….we were the strongest beings on Earth. Our powers were unmatched. That's when we discovered the truth…. The truth about the Slayers and their true origin as Children of the Earth. Methos grew fearful. He knew that the joining of a Child of the Earth would dethrone him. He had foreseen his fall from power at the hands of the Children of the Earth. Intent on preventing this from happening he formed an organization to oversee and monitor the activities of the current Slayer."

"That is correct. With the pretence of assisting the Slayer's in their battles against evil he convinced himself that what he was doing was not wrong. I allowed it because I couldn't bear to live without him and we were still fighting evil." She said sadly.

"But three centuries ago in England, the Slayer at the time fell in love with a peasant girl. The girl was powerful and I saw their connection right away. Methos noticed it too and had them both assassinated. I confronted him and we battled. It was a long struggle that lasted weeks. But alas…we were each others match. Unable to overpower him or his Council I disappeared…cloaked myself from him…shielded my thoughts permanently. Vanished." Hope paused for a moment and closed her eyes. A light blue tint covered her body and her appearance began to change. Almost instantly her form shifted and altered. Pudgy wrinkly fingers morphed into youthful sensual hands. Her heavy exterior shrunk forming a new lean beautiful body. Her gray streaked hair turned crimson red and grew in volume. When the transformation was complete she looked absolutely amazing. Her skin was milky white and her eyes were a beautiful shade of green. She turned to Buffy slowly and said, "Not such an old hag anymore, huh little one?"

Her appearance had changed, her voice had changed, but her eyes were the same, filled with knowledge and fright. She reminded me of that actress…Julianne Moore. I was unable to stop the words before they trickled out of my mouth "You're beautiful." I said softly. Buffy's eyes widened in hurt as the words reached her ears. I couldn't understand why. Surely she wasn't jealous of Hope.

"The haggard appearance was part of my disguise. More for me than for him. I couldn't stand to look at myself. I had been so weak." She said disgusted with herself. She paused holding back tears. Buffy and I were still speechless, waiting patiently for Hope to continue her story.

"For centuries I hid quietly in the shadows, praying to the Gods for the day someone powerful enough to stop him came along, praying for my torment to finally end… until the day my prayers were answered. The power emanating from you was unbelievable my child. I had been sensing you for years. Fearing that he would sense you too I shielded your aura from him. About a year ago, right before you died little one, Willow's powers had grown so strong that I could sense her every feeling. Her pain when you died was overwhelming and all consuming. I knew then she was the one and my shield would no longer be able to hide her. Mind you…this display of power was still before your souls had even joined." She finished pointedly.

"It is important that you both understand. I've heard this term used to refer to all people who posses mystical powers…it is not so. A Witch, by definition, is a person whose power derives from evil sources. Black magic! You're powers, my child, were bestowed upon you by the Gods themselves. It is not the power that is bad… it's what you decide to do with it that is the determining factor. Methos was good…but he used his power for evil. You are good my child and you must decide what your powers stand for. Who you are. But if you deny yourself….you will be doomed."

Just then the kitchen door burst open suddenly. We looked at each other startled and a split second later Faith runs into the dinning room. She looked afraid and short of breath, as if she'd been running forever.

"I just witnessed an undead pep rally. The leader of the group, a thin blonde vampire with a British accent, was hell bent on swimming in your blood."

"I don't know the dudes name but I dipped out of there when he started talking about getting nibblettes." Faith said afraid. The word hung in the air like a threat. I sensed Buffy's body tense. She turned slowly and looked at Faith.

"Nibblette? What about a Nibblette? What were his words exactly?" She asked carefully.

"He said something about settling for a nibblette until he could have you." Faith explained confused.

"Dawn!" Buffy groaned underneath her breath. She ran to the kitchen to get the phone. Faith looked puzzled to say the least.

"Dawn??? Who the hell's Dawn?" She asked again. The question surprised me. How could Faith not know who Dawn is?

"Sister? What? What I'd I do miss a season or something? Since when does B have a sister? And while we're at it, who the hell are you?" She asked even more confused looking at Hope. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Is it possible that Faith not know who Dawn is? What's going on here?

"Yeah…. right….I forgot how fucked up this place was." Faith said as she sat down shaking her head.

Buffy walked back into the dinning room with a look of anguish on her face. "Willow our phone is off the hook. I'm going upstairs." She turned and took off.

Faith, Hope and I sat quietly at the dinning room table waiting for Buffy. My brain was overwhelmed with questions. So many things happened all at once. Why was Faith here? Why didn't she know who Dawn was? I mean, theoretically, the monks should have rebuilt Dawn into everyone's memory, right?

"What are you looking at?" Faith asked Hope in a threatening tone. Apparently, Hope had been staring at Faith for a while. Hope chuckled a little at the tone of the question.

"You. I'm looking at you. You are conflicted. The evil in you is great and you are at a constant struggle against it." Hope said to Faith. Immediately Faith's eyes softened. For once in her life someone recognized her battle. Her true battle. The one that tore her apart inside day after day. Sensing the loss of animosity, Hope leaned forward and whispered, "Continue fighting hard and you will receive your compensation." She assured her.

Buffy re-appeared with a tormented face. She was wearing her favorite pair of jeans and one of my t-shirts. A burgundy colored one with the number eleven on it. It was my new favorite shirt. I wore it all the time. "There's no answer at Xander's place. This could be bad. Faith, you come with me. Willow, I need you and Hope to set up a de-invite on the house. If it's really Spike we don't want him popping over unexpected." She said in full Slayer mode. Noticing that I was looking at her outfit she walked up to me, leaned down, kissed my cheek lightly, and whispered "Just wanted to take a piece of you with me. Is that ok?"

I watched her eyes as she heard the question come out of my mouth. It touched her. The mere thought touched her. But I needed it. I needed to smell her on me…to help me get through this. I needed to feel her with me at all times. She nodded slowly and I heard Faith tapping her foot impatiently behind me.

I took the lead down the hall. Tonight is turning out to be the longest night ever but I was awake. Wait…I wasn't awake….I was afraid. It was fear that kept my eyes open and my blood pumping. When I opened the door to walk out, there stood Xander and Anya. Anya was holding Xander up. His face was bloody and he had a sling tied around his arm.

"Spike…. He took her." Anya responded slowly. I felt the world spin out of control. My greatest fear had just been realized.

I stepped out quickly and helped them back in. Xander was all bloody and he was moaning softly in pain. Anya walked with a limp and her eyes were swollen from tears. We made our way into the living room. Willow, Hope, and Faith walked in afterwards. The minute Faith walked in….chaos ensued again.

"Buffy watch out it's Faith!" Xander screamed as he pushed me aside to protect me. Why he thought he needed to protect me I'll never understand. I just loved him for it.

"Faith….what Faith? Faith 'I slept with her once' Faith? Faith 'She was my first time' Faith? That Faith?" Anya blurted out nervously.

"As amusing as this exchange can become, there are more important things at hand. What happened with Dawn and Spike?" Willow interrupted before Anya went off on one of her jealous tangents.

"He pulled her out of our apartment by her hair, as if she was some sort of rag doll. Banging her body against furniture and walls along the way. Before he left he said that if you wanted to see her again you had to meet him tomorrow at midnight at your love nest." Anya explained using a little too much detail. She had a way of doing that sometimes. Foregoing everyone's feelings and going straight for the detail over-kill.

"Love nest?" Faith questioned. She wasn't the sharpest knife in the kitchen but she never missed any comment with sexual innuendo in it.

I turned to Willow concerned. Her eyes were full of fright as well. This was the last thing we needed now. Things were bad enough as it is.

"The abandoned building…the one with the falling walls." I explained to Willow answering her mental question. It was the only detail I had given her of that night. I knew what she was thinking and I saw how her eyes hid the pain at the sound of the words 'love nest' hanging in the air.

"Love Nest? Why would he call an abandoned building your love nest?" Xander asked, the realization of the question still hadn't hit him. I paused and looked at him steady. The look was enough. He saw the answer in my eyes and I saw the response in his.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" He screamed at the top of his lungs. "Am I the only one here with an ounce of common sense? The vampires are the bad guys. This is what happens when you forget who the bad guys are!!" He screamed. All his frustrations leaked out unexpectedly and his words cut through me like a hot knife. This WAS all my fault. Me. I had forgotten who the bad guys were.

"Did you know about this Will? Did you?" He asked Willow hurt. She nodded affirmatively.

"Of course you did. I'm the one that is always left out of the loop. Xander doesn't need to know. Xander is not important. Xander can't help. I'M SICK OF IT!" He screamed at Willow at the top of his lungs. He turned to me again, "You and me…we talked for hours on your birthday. I told you about everything. I thought we were friends again. But you kept this from me. Like you keep everything. That's what I am to this group…nothing." He said between pants. The blood from the cut on his forehead was bleeding again. It ran a trail over his eye down the side of his face. Each drop a reminder of the attack from earlier that night.

"B…. you bagged yourself another vamp??? Alright!!! High five!" Faith interrupted. With that Xander turned and decked her with his good arm. Faith didn't move right away. But when she did Xander must have wished that Spike had killed him. With one swift move she kicked him in the crotch. I saw as Xander doubled over in pain. Moaning and groaning at the same time. Just then a flash of blonde hair darted over him as I saw Anya lunge at Faith. Scratching and pulling hair. I don't know what the hell it is about Faith, but chaos and confusion always follow her around.

Willow turned to the scene before her with a stern expression "Enough. Separate." She said in a deep tone as her eyes crackled with magic. Anya and Faith flew back in opposite directions.

"Everyone be quiet. What is wrong with you? Dawn is in danger! And we're here fighting amongst ourselves??? Pull it together people…or you leave NOW!" Willow said sternly. Her voice echoing through the house.

"Buffy…Faith…both of you … go check out Spike's haunts. Hope… you tend to Xander and Anya's injuries. I'll put up the protection spell." She instructed firmly. Willow had taken control. She was right…now wasn't the time for petty arguments. I smile a little internally… I liked control Willow.

Have you ever dreamt that you're falling? Sitting on the ledge of a building and suddenly you get shoved off. Your body plummets through the sky, slicing a path through the air as you spiral down. Then suddenly you wake with a jolt, with your stomach in knots and your chest constricted… all caused by the sensation of falling.

Buffy and Faith were out yesterday until 5:00 A.M. looking for Dawn. They didn't find her or Spike. Willie told them that Spike had gotten his chip removed. Warren was the one who helped him do it. Willie says Spike broke Warren's neck but not before he snacked on him. Then he rounded up a team of vampires to work for him. They're sole purpose….to kill the Slayer.

Buffy didn't sleep at all last night. Even when she finally laid next to me she was tossing and turning. Her mind was clouded and her heart broken. I tried talking to her and she ignored me. I tried cuddling with her and she turned away. She's been up for over 24 hours straight and tonight will be a tough fight. Exhaustion is a scary thing. She can't afford to be distracted. But nothing I tried soothed her.

The house has turned into Scooby Central. Xander, Anya, Hope and Faith all slept over last night. Hope healed Xander and Anya's injuries. And I'm not talking about disinfectant and bandaids…nope…she healed them with her powers. It was really amazing. Bruises disappeared and cuts sealed miraculously. This morning she was up by 7:30 A.M. calling me with her mind. She says it's time I learn what being a Sorceress is…

"Close your eyes my child." She said standing in the center of the yard. The sun was rising behind her and the morning was crisp.

"Ok…they are closed." I said to her as the soft breeze of the morning air was blowing across my face.

"Open your mind to the world. Listen with your heart. What do you feel?" She asked.

"I can only feel you Hope…and … and … you're frustrated." I said with a pout, eyes still closed.

"Try again my child. Reach out with your heart. What do you feel?" Her voice strong and mellow at the same time.

"Ugghhh…now you're disappointed." I conceded playfully, eyes still closed. She did not answer but seconds later I felt a burst of energy hit me in the chest. I was knocked clear off my feet.

"You're not paying attention. Your life and the lives of the people you love will depend on the lessons you learn today. LISTEN." She scolded.

There is nothing to eat in this house. Nothing at all. Jeez…you'd think there'd be something. For God's sake, a Slayer lives here. Slayer's can eat all they want.

"Looks like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches all around." I told Xander. He was sitting at the kitchen counter. The animosity from last night had died down but he was still being cautious. In walked Ms. Tact.

"Seven hundred and thirty times." Was the first thing she said to me when she walked in. What?

"Seven hundred and thirty times. We've had sex seven hundred and thirty times. You had sex with him only once. Me…seven hundred and thirty … you… one!" She finished proud at her calculations. Yeah…this bitch was nuts.

"Anya!" Xander interrupted, "Seven hundred and thirty times for real?" He finished intrigued. They were both idiots. Just then Buffy walked into the kitchen looking like death.

"How long have they been out there?" She asked Xander referring to Hope and Willow.

"A little over three hours." Xander responded kind of dry. Buffy looked at him steady. I might have been gone for two years but I remember the way this group works. They need each other more than anything else. Regardless how helpless Xander felt…Buffy needed him just as much as he needed her. Even I could see that.

"Did the monks make you too?" I ask her annoyed. Buffy had explained the sibling situation to me yesterday. The moment the words came out of my mouth I regretted them. Buffy's eyes changed. Pain engulfed her again. Me and my fucking big mouth.

"It's ok. I'm going upstairs for a while." She responded. With that she was gone and I was left with dumb and dumber again.

"The wind, the rain, the earth, the fire…these are your allies my child. Learn to call upon them for help and they will aid you." Hope instructed.

A small ball of fire formed in her hand. I watched as it hovered over her open palm, emanating heat and light. I extended my left hand out in the same fashion and opened it, palm face up.

I extended my right hand out in the same fashion and exclaimed, "Wind!", and a small tornado formed on my palm. I was pleased with myself. In the last few hours alone I had grown stronger. Suddenly out of nowhere, my body was hit by a sudden burst of energy knocking me off my feet again. The wind and fire disappeared.

"You allowed yourself to be distracted again my child. Distractions will get you killed. You must never loose touch of the world around you. Methos intends to kill you before you grow stronger. He can sense you already my child. I can no longer shield us." She explained.

"You must learn to sense the danger coming. Anticipate the attack. Try again." She instructed.

I got up off the ground dusting myself off. Extending my arms out in front of me, palms up, fireball in one hand and wind tunnel in the other.

"Good. Good. Now…close your eyes." She instructed. "Reach out with your senses. Anticipate your attacker."

I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of the sun on my skin. The air was hot and the sound of birds chirping and passing cars resonated in my ears. That's when I felt it. The attack was coming from behind. I turned suddenly and threw the wind tunnel that hovered in my palm at her. I watched in fear as the tiny wind tunnel turned into a vortex of energy. It hit Hope in the middle of the chest and her body flew in the air across the yard. She landed on the fallen fence that Faith knocked down last night.

"Don't give me the innocent 'I sorry'. You've been wanting to knock me on my ass since I did it to you this morning." She said as she got up slowly picking leaves and branches out of her hair.

"Now….close your eyes again and tell me what you feel." She instructed. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. Suddenly a multitude of emotions overcame me. Love… hate… fear … happiness … sadness… The longer I stood there the more feeling came flooding. One after the other a reminder of the beauty of the human race.

"Good my child, now narrow your search…what is your lover feeling right now?" She asked.

I centered my thoughts around Buffy and instantly doubled over in pain. "Ahhhh pain…I feel pain…ahhhhh" I groaned as I fell to the floor holding my head. The pain was overwhelming.

"Yes. She is in pain. Never loose sight of her feelings again. She is you. You are her. Together you are whole. You must know yourself as effortlessly as your blood knows the paths from your heart to your brain…knows that you're whole. Don't make the same mistakes I made my child." I looked at her near tears. The pain in my heart devastating. I got up again and staggered to the house.

When I walked in the kitchen Faith, Xander and Anya were all around the counter carving stakes. They looked at me puzzled.

I continued walking through the house as the sounds of their bickering drowned out in the background. I went up the stairs, down the hall to our room. She was no where to be seen. But I could hear the sound of the shower running. I went around our bed and towards the bathroom door.

When I opened the door to the bathroom a huge puff of steam let out. My skin instantly moistened from the hot vapor and the only thing I could hear was the roaring sound of the shower running.

"Buffy? Baby? Are you ok?" No answer. She's really starting to freak me out. What if she fell and broke her head and died or something…AGAIN? Oh no this is bad…this is really bad…this can't happen now.

"Buffy baby…are you in there? Are you ok?" Still no answer… but this time I thought I heard the sound of whimpering.

"Buffy baby… answer me… you're freaking me out here!" I pleaded but she didn't reply. That was it. I gave her three chances. I'm coming in.

I pulled the curtain expecting to find her sprawled out lying in a pool of her own blood. Instead she was balled up in the corner with her knees neatly tucked under her chin and her arms hugging her legs. She was sitting under the pouring hot water crying her eyes out. The moment I pulled the curtains her whimpering quickly turned into thunderous howlers of anguish. Her face was flushed and she was panting fiercely through labored breaths. The pain was so great I felt someone had torn my own heart out. I had never seen Buffy cry like this before. Sure I'd seen her eyes water here and there … but not like this. Never like this.

"Oh Baby! What's wrong? What happened?" I stammer out kneeling by the tub to touch her.

She shook her head from side to side avoiding my questioning eyes. What's wrong with her? What happened? Why is she crying like this?

"Oh Buffy please talk to me baby. You're really starting to scare me. What's wrong? Please tell me." I pleaded with her. I reached in and took her face into my hands. I wanted her to look at me. I needed for her to look at me. I needed to get through to her. To see what was wrong.

Her eyes were nearly swollen shut and I couldn't bare to see her in such pain. I tried convincing her one last time. "Baby please…please…let me help you." I begged with my own eyes near tears. She looked at me with a pained expression and held my gaze for a moment before she broke down.

"Oh Willow…I miss my mom soooo much. Every day I miss her. Every single day Willow. I want her back Willow. I need her back. I need her." She shrieked out in pain. I was speechless. I couldn't believe she felt she had to hide from everyone to cry. Why would she hide her pain from me? Why does she always have to be the strong one…even when she's in pain? Why did she always wait until she broke?

"I can't do it Willow. I can't. The only thing she asked me to do before she died was take care of Dawn. And now I've failed her. I failed her Willow. It was the only thing she asked of me and I failed her." She whaled. The moment the words came out of her mouth I felt my body weaken. I knew this moment would come someday I just didn't expect it to be now. She never truly had the chance to mourn her mother's death but it seems that the sense of helplessness she felt from Dawn's kidnapping has dredged up old feelings…old regrets… old pain.

I climbed into the tub fully clothed and sat next to her. Pulling her body close to me I cradled her in my arms as I tried soothing her with my words.

"Sssshhhhh Ssssshhhh Buffy. You haven't failed anybody. You haven't failed." I whispered to her.

"I did Willow. I did. This was all my doing. I let him into this house. I let Dawn believe he was a friend when he wasn't. I put her life in danger Willow when I knew he was a killer. I failed Mom and I failed Dawn. I don't have the strength anymore Willow. I can't do this." She finished through her flood of tears. She was exhausted.

"Now you listen to me Buffy…" I rose my voice so she would hear me "Dawn is not dead. She's alive. I know she is because I can feel her. She's alive and scared and she's waiting for you to come. You WILL save her. You CAN do this." I said sternly.

"Yes. I can feel her. She's very scared Buffy. But she is also very confidant that you'll save her. She believes in you Buffy. She trusts you. Now it's time for you to believe and trust in yourself." She buried her face in my chest crying. I held her tightly to me waiting for her pain to subside. Slowly her cries of pain turned to small whimpers again. This was my lover… my hero…my Slayer…but she was also human, equipped with the myriad of human emotions. My heart ached to see her like this. It burned at the sound of her tears but part of me felt privileged that she'd found comfort in my arms and that my words of encouragement had soothed her. She looked up at me with tearful.

"You're all wet." She said softly motioning towards my clothes. I was so caught up in the moment that I completely forgot that I was fully clothed. Instantly the weight of the wet garments began to weigh heavy on me.

"Oh jeez…yeah I forgot." I whispered back while running my hands through her hair. Her breathing had practically returned to normal but her grip was still tight around me. That's when the idea hit me.

"Buffy…can I bathe you?" I asked softly. She looked at me intensely through exhausted eyes. They were filled with all sorts of emotions all at once. Love…pain…passion…sadness…desire. After of few seconds she nodded affirmatively.

I pried myself away from her arms and stood. Removing my heavy clothing I watched in awe as her eyes danced over my skin. She loved to look at me naked and I loved to look at her too.

When I had removed the last piece of clothing and dumped them all in the sink, I eased back in the shower with her. Coaxing her to sit back against the tub and relax, I took the soap and rubbed my hands against it until I had worked up a nice thick lather. Taking her left foot in my hand I softly lathered it…running my knuckles up and down the base of her foot, zigzagging my fingers between her toes leisurely. I continued this action with her right foot, massaging slowly careful not to move to quickly so the experience was that more pleasurable.

I watched as she closed her eyes and laid her head back. She was enjoying it and that was my green light to continue. I worked my way up her legs slowly with long luscious strokes. I felt as her legs weakened at my touch, as they widened to allow for better access. I tugged at her knee softly to get her attention.

"Buffy baby, we have to change positions if you want me to finish the rest." I whispered softly. She opened her eyes suddenly with a questioning gaze and I motioned for her to scoot closer to me. Once she had moved a few feet closer, I stood and stepped over her settling down where she had been lazily sitting before. I opened my legs wide, wrapped my hands around her waist, and pulled her back to lay on my chest. My sex was firmly pressed against her back and her head was laying on my left breast. I started running my soapy hands over her breasts and felt how they instantly hardened at my touch. I massaged her breasts with my slippery hands for a while as I sucked softly on her ear lobe. A small moan escaped her lips to which I replied softly in her ear "I love you baby."

I reached out and grabbed the shampoo bottle that was standing on the floor by the tub. I worked my soapy fingers into her hair creating a lather. Softly and effortlessly I massaged her scalp with my fingertips. I leaned us forward a bit until her head collided with the flow of the showerhead. Slowly I continued massaging her head as the soapsuds washed away. There was only one place left to wash before I was done.

Sitting back on the tub I waited anxiously until she had settled back on top of me. Once she had, I snuck my arm out from around her back, under her arm, until I reached her belly. There I started working my way down. I felt the rise and the fall of her stomach as her breathing increased from the sheer anticipation of what was coming next. I raked my fingers over the course curls of her sex and felt as she trembled in my arms, opening her legs wider at my touch. I scrubbed softly as I felt her sex become more slippery with each stroke.

She turned suddenly and whispered into my mouth. "Oh Willow baby please make love to me." She pleaded. My heart weakened….as if she had to beg me to do it. I kissed her lips passionately, trying with all my might to transfer the feelings I was having in that moment to her through our lips. Her moans of desire were echoing through my body as I thought of what to do next.

I stood and turned off the water. She looked at me quizzically as a smile ran through my face. Bending down, I scooped her up in my arms. She was a lot heavier than I expected but I could handle it. She looked at me in surprised awe as she whispered, "Will what are you doing? You're going to hurt yourself." She finished.

I stood tall in the bathroom holding her in my arms like a baby and assured her "Hey…you're not the only strong one in this family. I've been known to do some heavy lifting here and there." I said with a smile.

She nodded and wrapped her arms around my neck burying her head in my chest. I walked slowly through the bathroom door into our room. We were soaking wet and I was being extra special careful not to slip. Chanting in my head the whole time: I will not fall I will not fall I will not fall I will not fall I will not fall.

Just then, I looked up into her eyes and all my fears were quashed…there's no way she's ever letting me go.

She walked slowly from the bathroom into our bedroom. Her arms carried my body effortlessly. She was a lot stronger than she looked…but then again I already knew that. I was clutching to her tightly….not because I was afraid….but because I loved the feel of her body pressed against mine. It was fulfilling…she was the missing link of my life.

When we reached the bed she gently placed me on the covers. My body was soaking wet and so was hers. The water glistened over her skin as she climbed on top of me dripping warm droplets from her soaked mane of red hair over me. She smiled at me softly and tenderly…the most beautiful and gentle smile I'd ever seen…and I couldn't help but smile back. I hadn't smiled all day but she coaxed it out of me.

Leaning in slowly she ran her lips over mine. It wasn't really a kiss…it was more of a caress. She was caressing me with her lips. Shivers ran down my spine as I felt the heat of her breath on my lips. I wanted her more than ever. I wanted to loose myself in her. Forget about the world around us and the problems that were threatening our very existence. I wanted one last stolen moment with her…just her…in her arms.

Deciding to seize the day I claimed her lips with mine passionately. She was taken a bit of guard at first but quickly regained her control. I loved how she had taken the initiative of all this. She was absolutely adorable. Her hands roamed my slippery body freely. Grabbing and squeezing and tweaking and rubbing.

Her caresses paused at my breasts for a moment as she reluctantly pulled our lips apart. She looked at me with a playful grin and whispered, "I'll be back." Her mouth moved slowly as she kissed and sucked her way down. First my neck then my shoulder until finally her lips made it down to my needy nipples. She opened her mouth wide and covered my left breast completely as her hand idly played with the right one. Her tongue was working its magic on my nipples and I felt my sex melt at every touch. I opened my legs wide letting her body comfortably settle between them before I wrapped them around her back. Now she was my captive. She pulled away from her task and looked at me sexily.

"Come' on Baby loosen the thunder thigh grip…I'm almost there. I promise." She said softly over my wet nipples as she ran her hand over my thigh down to my butt and gently caressed it.

I loosened my grip and she began heading down between my breast gently kissing and nipping along the way. Both her hands were massaging my breasts as she continued to kiss her way lower and lower. Down my belly and over my bellybutton where she playfully stuck her tongue in giving me an unexpected whirl.

My heart was pounding and I could hardly think anymore. That's when I felt it…her lips touched my folds. I felt my body tremble at her touch. Nobody knew how to touch me the way she did…nobody. I opened my legs as wide as possible and grabbed her head pulling her closer and closer to my sex…tangling my fingers in her wet hair. I could hear the muffled sucking sounds of her mouth and lips.

She moved her lips for a moment as I felt her fingers enter me. A surprised gasp escaped my lips…I wasn't expecting that. Slowly and gently she pumped her fingers in me. She turned her hand so that her palm rested on my nub. Without removing her hand she had climbed back on top of me and was now whispering in my ear words of affection and encouragement.

"I love you Buffy. I'm here for you always. We'll be strong together…I promise." She whispered gently as I felt the swell of tears in my eyes again. This was it. My body was quaking uncontrollably. With one giant moan I felt my muscles stiffen and my panting stop…and then of course….came the light.

"They are probably having orgasms." Anya explained as she blinked at me blankly. What is wrong with this chick?

"You know…coitus…intercourse…getting busy…" She explained as I looked at her in shock. Not that sex shocks me…please! But she does. She's so overly-blunt she puts me to shame. Apparently she misunderstood my look of shock for a look of confusion and decided that a visual was in order. Taking the pez dispenser that was lying on the counter, she did and ok sign with her fingers, and shoved the pez dispenser in and out of the hole. Smilling with a stupid grin the entire time. "Like this…you know?... sex? Or… maybe not…they probably don't do that…" She continued to explain confusing herself in the process.

"Anya! Put the pez dispenser away please. What did I say about doing that?" He asked annoyed.

"Sorry…I was just explaining. They are always having sex….one time I came by during the middle of the day…"

"ANYA!!! Please….not that story again!" Xander interrupted with a disgusted face. "Yes Faith. Buffy and Willow are always at it. They are like bunnies or something." He offered as an explanation for Anya's explanation.

"XANDER!!!" Anya interrupted, "the world might end today and you're bringing up those hippity-hoppity fluffers…what kind of sick thing is that?" She exclaimed in fear.

The time has come. We finally arrived at Sunnydale. The air smells like death. I love it.

We stepped out of the airport waiting for a cab. Rupert Giles turned to me concerned. I was getting tired of his questioning mind already.

"If you'd like I can call Buffy and have her pick us up." He explained. There is no need to call Buffy. She doesn't need to know we are here.

"On second thought Methos, there is no need to call Buffy. She doesn't need to know we are here." Rupert said. I smiled internally…what a weak mind he has.

I take a good look at my surroundings and breathe deeply. I can feel everything. She's here. I can feel her fear. She is afraid of me. I smile broadly at the mere thought.

"Like the American's say…this party is just getting started." I said with an evil smile.

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