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5.
Although Buffy hadn’t slept in many days and her a good rest would have done her some good, she found her dreams to be plagued with unwanted memories and nightmarish scenes. What would normally be a time of peace was converted into something similar to a horror film and Buffy found herself tossing and turning all night long. She would have remained this way too if it wasn’t for the loud slamming of sound of metal on wood that resonated throughout her previously silent room.
Jerking up in bed, a simultaneous “OW!” and “Sorry!” could be heard ringing out. Wincing slightly, Buffy readjusted her weight on her bed, mindful of her injuries, and glanced around her current room, looking for the intruder. Her eyes quickly settled on a young red-head, probably about her age, who was standing next to the table in the corner wearing a nervous smile.
“Hi, I’m Willow,” she volunteered. “You might remember me from last night, or maybe not because you were sort of tired and everything and I know that I don’t remember every person I meet, especially when it’s only for a little while so…”
“I remember you,” said Buffy, grinning at the girl’s babbling, a habit that her sister had accused her of numerous times. She did remember the girl from last night. She had been the one who had gotten everyone to leave when she had broken down in front of them.
“Oh, well, that’s good then,” sighed Willow, relieved. “Anyways, sorry about waking you up and everything, and coming into your room, but you kind of slept through breakfast and we thought that you might be hungry.” Reaching over to the tray that she had set down she gestured to the array of food that she had brought with her. There was an egg, toast and an apple, and off to the side there was some sort of drink that looked suspiciously like tea. “Since you said that you’ve kind of been, ‘traveling’, for a while we weren’t sure if you’ve eaten anything in a long time.”
“Wow, I really slept through breakfast?” questioned Buffy, looking surprised. She had no idea that it had been that long and was a little embarrassed that she hadn’t woken up. Seeing the look on the blonde’s face Willow rushed to reassure her.
“It’s no big, really. We weren’t exactly expecting you to wake up anytime soon, I mean last night you looked really tired and everything.” With a grin, she continued. “Besides, Xander’s still sleeping and I doubt that he’ll be up any time soon.”
Glad upon that news, Buffy decided to keep talking with Willow. She seemed really nice and growing up mainly with only boys her age, not including her sister, she was desperate for some female companionship.
“So, Xander, which one was he again?”
“Hmm, well, he’s kinda tall and has darkish brown hair.”
“In think I know who you’re talking about, but you don’t mean Angel, do you?” asked Buffy, a little confused as to who was who.
“Oh no, he’s definitely not Angel,” grinned Willow, thinking about just how different the two were. Of course they were both good friends but where Xander was goofy and sometimes clueless, Angel was strong and mysterious. “Definitely two different people.”
“Okay,” said Buffy, also grinning at the expression on her hopefully friend’s face. “So, who else was there last night that I should know about?”
“Well, let’s see. You of course know Giles and Jenny, Giles is the leader of our pack in Jenny’s his mate. They’re really great. And then there’s their two children, you know Angel and then there’s his sister Faith,” said Willow, listing off her information with a concentrative look on her face.
“Yeah, Jenny mentioned both Faith and Angel last night. Which one was Faith again?”
“Do you remember the bleach-blond guy with the accent?” Upon seeing Buffy’s nod of agreement Willow continued on. “Well, she was the dark-haired girl hanging all over him.”
“Oh, okay, that was Faith. Well, so we have Jenny and Giles, Angel, Faith and Xander, and then of course we have you, Willow right?” Upon seeing the girls nod she continued on. “I know that there was a lot more people than that last night. So, who’s the bleach-blond?”
“Oh, that would Spike.”
“Spike?” chuckled Buffy, amused upon hearing such a name. Willow grinned right back.
“Yeah, I know, name’s a little interesting and all but it does seem to suit him. He and Angel are like twins, they were only born a few weeks apart.”
“A-are Spike and Faith like, mates or something?” asked Buffy, slightly nervous and embarrassed about asking such a question, but curious just the same. Willow smiled, showing that she didn’t mind the question in the least.
“No, but I’m sure it will only be a matter of time. He started courting her about a year ago and they’re really close. It was so funny, you should have seen how Angel reacted when he found out that Spike was interested in his baby sister. He got all upset and over-protective, he even went and punched Spike when he caught the two of them kissing on the couch one night!”
“Oh my god, you’re kidding me!” laughed Buffy. She could perfectly see Angel as the protective type. Though she hardly knew him at all, just the way that he had been looking at her all of last night, not to mention the fact that he had saved her, indicated his personality. It was a lot of fun just sitting here, talking with Willow about the teenage members of her pack.
“Oh yeah, it was hilarious! He got over it though. Although it did take all of us girls and his parents to make him see how stupid he was being. I’m glad he’s over it though, Spike and Faith make such a cute couple!” As she was saying this, Willow made her way over to the bed and sat down upon the edge, making herself comfortable. Upon seeing the red-head’s change in position, Buffy smiled to herself, glad to have the company of someone who was so easy to talk to.
“Well, what about you? Do you have a mate?” asked Buffy, raising her eyes teasingly.
“Oh, n-n-no, I don’t have a mate,” replied Willow, blushing furiously and looking away. She had had crush on Oz for two years now but was too shy to say anything. “Wh-what about you!” she retaliated, pleased when she saw Buffy’s cheeks turning red and grinning triumphantly.
“Me?” stuttered Buffy, completely taken by surprise. “No! I grew up with a bunch of guys though. Me and my sister were the only girls our age in my pack, the rest were either babies or already mated and had babies of their own.”
“Wow, so you’ve, like, never had any female friends?” asked Willow in disbelief.
“Well, no. But my sister and I were really close, she was just two years older than me.”
“Man, I don’t know what I’d do if there weren’t any girls around to talk to. I’d probably go crazy! Well, no that I’m your friend, I me-mean, th-that is if y-you want to…” she stuttered and finally died off, embarrassed that she had assumed that Buffy would want to be her friend. For all she knew Buffy though she was just annoying and couldn’t wait for her to go away, although she really hoped not because she loved talking with her.
“That would be nice, if we could be friends,” agreed Buffy, amused at the embarrassed look on her friend’s face.
“Oh, that’s great! Cool, well, you must be hungry. I mean, here I am just babbling away when I was supposed to be bringing you your breakfast.” Getting up again she walked over and picked up the tray, bringing it back and handing it to Buffy. After she was sure that the tray was secure she resumed her seat on the edge of the bed. She just watched silently for a few minutes as Buffy quickly consumed the offered food.
“Ouch!” hissed Buffy as the tray brushed against one of the bandages on her leg.
“Are you okay?” asked an anxious Willow, concerned about the nasty looking cuts on the girl’s legs.
“Yeah, it’s just these stupid injuries. Man, I would love to hurt those guys right now! Actually,” she amended, glancing down at her bruised and battered body, “maybe it’s safest right now to not get anywhere near them.”
Grinning at her dry sense of humor, Willow immediately switched back to concerned.
“Are you sure that you’re okay, I mean those don’t look good,” she said, gesturing to the bandages.
“Oh yeah, it’s fine, for now, at least. Anyways,” she continued, resuming her meal, “ tell me more about your friends.”
“Let’s see, who haven’t I mentioned?”
“Well, you had just finished telling me about Angel and how mad he got when he found out that Spike was courting his sister.
For the next two hours both girls remained in the guest room, just talking, mainly about Willow and the members of her pack, especially the teenage ones. Buffy learned that Spike wasn’t originally a member of the Raiselk pack but had been ‘adopted’ in a sense when his pack had decided to move far away and Spike had wanted to remain with all of his friends. He had never exactly gotten along very well with his parents, or anyone else for that matter, so when Giles had offered him a spot in the pack he readily excepted and officially moved in when he was just five years old. Everyone else had been born into the pack but nobody thought any less of Spike. He was a very dedicated member and was just like family so there were no problems.
Next Willow proceeded to tell her about Gunn and Fred, and how the two liked each other but both were too stubborn to say or do anything about it. With an evil grin she shared her friends’ plan to get the two of them together and Buffy laughed a the scheming. Apparently Xander was the official goof-ball and both Fred and Willow were the declared scholars, although Angel wasn’t bad. There weren’t any actual school to attend but it was up to the pack to provide education for their young and on most week-days there was some sort of learning going on which was monitored by various adults. Oz was the sort of taciturn guy who didn’t say much, but Buffy could tell just by listening to Willow the girl was enamored. She didn’t say anything yet though, waiting for her friend to admit it first.
Cordelia was the official fashion-expert. She made sure that everybody was dressed appropriately. Despite the sarcasm in Willow’s description, Buffy could tell that the girls shared a deep friendship and that she was only joking. Faith was apparently just like Angel in some respects. Both were tough and very protective of their friends and family, although they certainly had their differences. Where Faith was outgoing and energetic at all times, Angel was more reserved and enjoyed time to himself, supposedly to ‘reflect’ or something like that. Unfortunately the girls’ conversation got cut sort with the arrival of Jenny around 12:30.
“I though I might find you girl in here,” she smiled, glad to see that they were getting along so well.
“Oh my gosh! How long have been talking?” gasped Willow, who had completely lost track of time as she had been lost in getting to know the young blond. They had discovered that they were both 14 and had a fondness for babies. Both had, on numerous occasion looked after the young children of members of their pack and Willow had promised to show Buffy her Aunt’s new baby girl, who was only 3 months old.
“Oh, it’s fine Willow. It’s a Saturday and there isn’t anything that you need to be doing. I see that you did manage to get Buffy her breakfast though. I thought you might be pretty hungry,” see said, addressing the last part to Buffy.
“I was, and thank you. The food was delicious.”
“Oh, don’t thank me, you’ll have to find Angel for that. He’s a great cook and usually on Saturday morning he makes breakfast for everybody, to give our usual cook a break.” Willow nodded avidly, thinking about just how good of a cook Angel really was. It was a tradition that on a person’s birthday he would cook them whatever they wanted and the meals were famous for their deliciousness.
“Well then, remind me to thank him the next time that I see him,” Buffy replied.
“It’s almost lunch time, I was thinking that the two of you might want to emerge sometime soon and join us for lunch.”
“Oh yeah, of course, we should do that,” giggled Willow, thinking how jealous all of her friends would be when they found out that she had gotten to know their guest so well.
“Right, we should,” agreed Buffy.
“Anyways, dear, I think that we should probably take a look at those cuts of your and apply new bandages, some blood soaked though on some of them.”
“Okay, yeah, that would be great,” replied Buffy, glad that she wouldn’t be kicked out now that she had been fed and allowed to rest.
“So, just come on out when you’re ready. I’m sure that Willow can show you the way.” Upon seeing Willow’s nod, she said her good byes and then backed out of the room, thinking what a wonderful addition Buffy would make to their pack.
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