Staring At the Sun
by Terry Redd
I do not own anything but the characters created by me. Buffy, Xander, Willow, and any others from the television show belong to Joss Whedon and the WB.
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Part Two
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3:12 p.m. Sunnydale High School
School had let out ten minutes ago as Xander sat on the front stoup of Sunnydale High. He watched the students eagerly go to their cars or buses, as they seemed more then ready to go home. He popped his knuckles as he fiddled with his book bag. He was waiting to walk Willow home. He hadn’t in a long time and missed his best friend. Ever since they had the “fluke” they never really hung out like they use too. Sometimes Xander wondered how much a fluke there kissfest really was. He looked up and saw Willow walking hand in hand with Oz to his van. He watched quietly as he opened the door for her and she smiled. He sighed as Oz got in and drove off. He spent a few moments scolding himself for not thinking that Oz would give her a ride. He didn’t notice as Cordelia came up behind him.
“What are you waiting around for,” she asked snidely as she walked by him in a small low cut black dress, “Big donut orders got you tired?”
“You know any other time I’d love to remark on your skank hoeness,” he said glaring at her as he stood, “But I’m just a little busy.”
“Oh with your important dork stuff right,” she mockingly asked as she crossed her arms and sneered at him, “Going to save the world by letting evil pummel you again?”
Xander just glared at her and walked away. As he walked down the street he would kick a rock or a soda can sending it flying into the street or a near by yard. He missed Willow. He missed telling her everything. He needed to talk to someone. He needed a friend. He was carrying a lot of guilt, especially for sleeping with Faith.
“What was I thinking,” he asked himself as he turned onto his street as he then answered himself, “That here is a fine girl who wants you, that should have been my first sign something was wrong.”
He got to his house and went inside. Empty beer bottles abounded in the living room, or at least what you could make out of the living room under all the trash. Xander wasted no time as he quickly went to his room. His room was a mess of clothes and comic books scattered all over, as well as many clocks. He threw his book bag down on the floor and lay down on his bed. He then grabbed a remote and hit “play” on it. His CD player then began to play “That Don’t Impress Me Much” by Shania Twain.
“Ah country music,” he sighed as he stretched out, “Music of my pain.”
3:20 p.m. Rosenberg Household
Willow was smiling as Oz walked her to her door. He carried a cage with Amy in her rat form inside and sat it down. They stopped at her room’s glass doorways and exchanged a sweet kiss.
“Bye,” Oz said as he gave her a peck on the forehead, “Pick you up at seven for the Bronze?”
“You bet,” she said as she smiled. Oz then winked at her and went back to his van and left. She giggled at his wink and went in her room carrying the cage in with her. She sat it down on her desk then plopped her books on her bed. She then turned on her computer and spent several minutes checking and returning email. When she got done she turned her computer off and then locked her doors. She closed the curtains of her windows then took her spell components out from under her bed next to all the love letters she had written to Xander but never had the courage to give him. Hitting the box of letters she thought of Xander for a moment. She really wanted to talk to him. To find out what was going on with him. She wanted to know so many things. Like why he slept with Faith and what his real feelings toward her were. She was even more curious as to how Xander felt about her. She shook her head as she pushed the thoughts out of her mind.
“Now is not the time Willow,” she mumbled to herself as she prepared a spell, “You can return to the soap opera of Slays of Out Lives later.”
She got Amy out of her cage and placed her in the middle of a circle she had drawn on the floor. She sprinkled some purple powder on her. She made magical gestures with her hands as her eyes turned black.
“Power of Zerita, Mistress of Animals,” she chanted as waves of blue and silver light circled the room around the circle, “Work my will, to this poor creature restore her humanity still.”
The light enveloped Amy as Willow continued to gesture. A streak of blood ran down Willow’s mouth coming from her nose as a flash of light ripped though the room. Willow was knocked back by an unknown force but not hard enough to send her to the ground. She took a moment to regain her senses then turned back to the circle. Instead of a rat the naked body of Amy lay in the circle.
“Amy,” Willow gasped excitedly, “It worked you’re a human again, a naked human but still a human.” Willow said as she turned away.
“Oh I don’t belief it,” Amy said as she looked herself over excitedly,” I’m human again. I have hands, I can talk, and I have boobs again.”
“Um yeah that’s great,” Willow said as she got her some cloths, “but would you mind covering them up.”
Amy then realized that she was completely naked and blushed a deep crimson hue. She took the red turtle neck and the overalls from Willow and quickly dressed herself in them.
“How can I ever repay you for this Willow,” she asked as she combed her hair.
“Oh don’t worry about it,” Willow said with a smile, “I was the least I could do, say do you feel ok?”
“Besides a need for cheese,” she said jokingly, “I feel fine, and I would feel even better if I never saw another one of those icky rat pellets again.”
Willow giggled as she and Amy sat on her bed.
“I suppose you will be wanting to get home as soon as you can,” Willow said as she pulled a stack of papers out from her notebook, “Here, I did as much of your homework as I could.”
“Oh thanks,” Amy said with a smile as she took the stack, “Willow I don’t think I can ever repay you for all you’ve done for me.”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said refolding her notebook and putting it up, “I’d worry about what to tell your folks.”
“I have it covered,” she said with a sly grin, “I will just use a version of the spell I used on teachers to make them think I did my homework only I will make em think I’ve just been out a lot.”
“Good thinking,”
“Well if I can ever do anything for you let me know Willow,” she said getting up to leave, “You need any kind of help with a spell or just one cast for you outright let me know.”
“I will,” she said with a smile walking Amy out, “Bye Amy.”
“Bye Willow,” Amy said as she walked out and started skipping home with glee.
“Well I actually did it,” Willow said as she crossed her arms triumphantly, “go me.”
7:45 p.m. The Bronze
The Bronze was having a good night. Oz’s band, Dingoes Ate My Baby, were playing to, while not a packed house, a good-sized crowd. Willow sat on a couch as she bobbed her head in time with the music and glanced at Oz and occasionally over at Xander who was wildly thrashing out on the dance floor in what to her seemed like some bizarre mating dance. She couldn’t help but giggle at him as she waited for Buffy and Trevor and watched Oz play.
7:45 Alley near the Bronze
Buffy was fiddling with her nails as she walked to the Bronze for a break from her patrol. Normally she would have been there earlier but Giles gave her a talk today on the “value of varying patrol routes”.
“Value, HA!” Buffy exclaimed as she walked, “More like number three of the top ten ways to make a slayer late.”
Buffy was right outside the Bronze as she heard a female scream from the side of the building.
“Great,” she sighed as she ran towards the scream, “nada on the way here, gee why does evil always wait until just before you are where you are going to strike. It leaves a lot less time to fix your hair back that way.”
Buffy ran in a alley and a girl with mid-length, light brown hair, in a short black dress, with a silver leaf imprint design on it came running with a look of terror on her face. Behind her was a figure of a man in the shadows. Buffy stepped out of the girl’s way as she came to a stop behind her.
“Just take it easy,” she told the girl as she turned back to the other figure. It stepped out of the shadows and was yet another female but with the twisted face and long protruding fangs of a vampire. She had raven black hair and wore a black tank top and pants mirroring Buffy’s white tank top and black pants. As Buffy was about to make her usual smart mouthed comment; the girl behind her who had acted so scared grabbed her from behind. Buffy gasped as the girl bent her back trying to bite into her neck. Buffy was able to hold her back but knew the other would be on her soon.
“Gee whatever happened to tic tacing it on date night,” Buffy said as she smelled the vamps breath. Buffy dropped to her knees quickly and threw her weight forward flipping the vampire over her. It landed on the ground and Buffy quickly staked her and it exploded into dust. Buffy shot back up and into her fighting stance. She cursed herself on the inside for letting herself be duped so easily. The other vampire slowly started walking towards Buffy swaying her hips.
“I’m gonna make you pay for that little one,” she said with her fang filled grin, “You will beg me for mercy before I rip your entrails out and feast upon your insides.”
“Thanks for the imagery” Buffy snidely commented.
“Mock now girl but soon you will…” the vampire stopped walking as a look of horror over took her face. She exploded into dust right before Buffy and a stake that was in her back fell to the ground in her ashes. Behind her Buffy saw a man standing there. His face was hid by shadows but he looked about Xander’s height but from the dress was not Xander. He was wearing a black bomber jacket over a shirt whose color she couldn’t make out in the poor lighting and blue jeans.
“Thanks,” Buffy said still in defensive mode. There was no answer as whoever it was quickly walked off. Buffy ran to catch whomever it was but as she got to the end of the alley whoever it was, was gone. She walked back and picked up the stake he used. She slid it in her pocket as she walked to the entrance to the Bronze.
“Just what I need,” she said sarcastically to herself, “Another dark silent protector.”
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