Author's Note:
Okay, so here's the deal. I have decided to come up with my own little definition of werewolves for the purpose of this story. Instead of just turning into a wolf on the night of the full moon, I'm going to make it so that they can switch into wolf-form whenever they want, but normally their going to be in their human forms. Basically they'll only switch to fight or if they want to travel fast or something. However, the full-moon is still going to have special significance. The day before, the day of, and the day after the full-moon are going to be a time when all wolfs dedicate their nights to running about in wolf form and the day sleeping, sort of like a tribute to the moon goddess (hang in there with me!). So basically every month all the packs stop what they are doing and 'celebrate' the full-moon by being in wolf-form during the night for three days straight. I really hope that this isn't too confusing, but it's really hard to explain. Just let me know if you need any more clarification or have any suggestions.
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The ice-cream had been a huge success, all of it disappearing in about ten minutes. The girls, claiming that since Buffy had been the one to have to endure all of that pain, they should get two cartons of it to share while the boys got the other one. This had ended with everyone looking on as Spike and Faith wrestled, which rapidly escalated into a full-out make out session. Buffy guessed that this was a normal activity for the two of them because no one else seemed bothered by it in the least, they just turned back to the tv and continued to watch the new show playing.
About an hour after that Faith untangled her tongue from Spike's and languidly stretched as he curled his arms around her waist.
“So, what are our plans for this full-moon?” she asked casually, addressing everyone present.
Sometimes the entire pack did something together on the full-moon, but more often then not the teenagers were left to their own scheming. They usually went on a short trip for those three days, not venturing too far away but far enough to make them feel that they were away from home. In honor of the moon goddess they would spend their nights gallivanting around, running or exploring and just basically asserting their image as a strong pack and representing their leader. If Giles was not amongst them then Angel would be treated as the alpha-male because of his status as the son of the leader. Soon Angel actually would take his place as leader of the Raiselk pack, but the amount of power he had even now was large. During the day-light hours of those three days, in respect of the disappearance of the moon, all werewolves would sleep, resting just as the goddess did.
Faith’s question immediately drew the attention of the entire pack and as Xander turned off the tv all eight of them turned to face her and Spike, excited with the thought of the full-moon.
“Well,” began Angel, looking thoughtful, “I was thinking that maybe this month we could head up to that mountain pass, the one that’s just about five leagues from here.”
“Is that the one with the waterfall?” asked Fred.
“Oh, yeah, and there’s that river that flows through it, right?” volunteered Willow. “That spot is so beautiful, we should go there.”
“Yeah,” said Oz, a simple reply. Although Buffy hadn’t been around him for long, she noticed that he usually spoke in one word sentences.
“What would we have to bring up there?” asked Gunn, seeing as how no one seemed to have any complaints about the area.
“Oh, just the usual. Bedrolls, some food, maybe some matches for a fire in case it gets cold,” replied Angel.
“Oh, and don’t forget the pillows!” piped up Cordelia from her position sitting with her back against the couch. “Last time we went out you guys forgot to bring pillows and I had to sleep with my head on the ground!” she accused, sounding completely scandalized about the whole ordeal. “I had to go for three whole days with dirt in my hair!”
All of the boys looked as if they could care less, but Fred and Willow leaned over to pat their friend on the back in understanding, it had been uncomfortable.
“We aren’t partying with the others this month then?” asked Xander, nonchalantly.
“Nah, I heard my parents talking about wanting to spread out this time so we can cover more ground and mark our territory more thoroughly,” supplied Faith.
Angel looked pleased at this. He was hoping that they would run into Parker and Riley and then he would be able to show them exactly what happend to those who messed with his girl. Wait, his girl? Where had that come from?
Their conversation was ended due to the arrival of a young boy.
“Um, hey guys,” he greeted them a little nervously. The older boys were his idols and whenever he was around them he seemed to always become extremely self-conscious. “Giles asked me to come and tell you that we are going to be having a pack dinner tonight, so just come down to the dinning hall in about forty-five minutes, okay?”
“Got, it,” responded Spike.
“Yeah, thanks for telling us Stephen,” agreed Angel politely. As the boy left, Angel turned back to the group. “Well, I guess we should probably finish up the details later, I’m gonna head back to my room to change.” After a short pause, he added, “Buffy, come with me.”
“What?” asked Buffy, surprised by the request. She had remained silent throughout the entire exchange of plans, feeling very out of place and more than a little uncomfortable, and was startled with her sudden inclusion.
“I’ll take you to my sister’s room so we can find you some different clothes to wear. I mean, not that I mind you wearing mine or anything, I just thought that maybe you wanted to change and take a shower or something, your bandages are waterproof, and you and Faith look to be about the same size.”
“Why can’t I just take her to my…” began Faith, only to be cut off by Willow’s elbow in her side. Shooting a meaningful look at Faith, Willow shook her head slightly and then turned back to Angel.
“Sounds like a plan Angel,” she said, and then turned to Buffy. “You cool with that?”
“Um, yeah, I guess,” replied Buffy. “B-but I really don’t want to inconvenience you. I can just find my way back to my own room and…”
“No way,” declared Angel. “It’s no problem for me, trust me. And afterwards we can just head down to dinner.”
“Oh, I can’t go to dinner!” exclaimed Buffy. “It’s just for your pack, and I would be intruding.”
“No you wouldn’t Buffy,” assured Fred. “You should be there.”
”Anyways, the entire pack dinner thing is most likely to discuss you, ducks. Wouldn’t want to miss out on that,” agreed Spike, winking at her.
“Umm,” began Buffy, still uncertain.
“Come on,” said Angel, grinning and grabbing her hand and helping her off the couch where she had been sitting in between Willow and Fred. He guided her to the doorthen opened it and allowed her to go before him. Turning back to grab his jacket, he noticed similar looks on all of his friends faces.
“What?” he asked, uncertain if he really wanted to know what was going through their minds.
“Nothin’ Peaches,” answered Spike. “Have fun now.”
“Shut-up, Spike,” Angel retorted, exiting the room amidst loud laughter.
“He’s helpless,” declared Faith, receiving nods.
“Oh, but their so cute together,” exclaimed Fred, smiling dreamily.
“I give them two weeks, tops,” laughed Gunn.
Meanwhile, Angel led Buffy once again through the halls until they eventually stopped in front of a door. Opening it quickly Angel lead Buffy inside and she gasped at the sight. The room was beautiful and large, with a bed on each side and various pieces of furniture spread throughout.
“This is your sister’s room?” asked Buffy, finding her voice once more.
“Yeah, she and Cordelia share it. Willow’s and Fred’s is just down the hall a ways.” Moving over to a pair of doors against the opposite wall, Angel swung them open and looked intently through the various garments which were hanging up. Apparently making his choice, he extracted a loose fitting pair of jeans and a top.
“Will these work?” he asked, holding the clothes up for her inspection. "I think that they'll be loose enough to not cause you any unnecessary pain."
“Sure,” replied Buffy, still in awe of the room.
“I’m guessing that your room doesn't look anything like this?” he smiled at the look on her face.
“No way,” agreed Buffy, not really paying all that much attention to him, which would explain why she didn't catch him coming silently up behind her.
“Come on,” he whispered from right behind her, his breath tickling her ear and making her shiver. She turned slowly and looked up into his eyes. His gaze was strong and piercing, his dark brown orbs seeming to swell and grow darker. Buffy’s blood quickened in her veins as her gaze became fixed on his lips, so close to her own. She wanted so badly to just lean up and taste them with her own. She had never kissed someone before and her feelings at the moment were extremely confusing while at the same time they strangely felt right.
Angel was mesmerized by the look in her eyes. He was no stranger to women, but never before had he met someone even remotely similar to Buffy. He wanted so badly to kiss her, to claim her sweet lips as his own, but he knew that he was moving too fast. He could no longer deny that he had feelings for her, but he would take his time and court her the proper way. Turning away, he moved to the door again, not catching the disappointed look on Buffy’s face.
“You can use the bathroom in my room, and I’ll use Spike’s,” he said, trying to slow his rapidly beating pulse. He once again led her down the halls, making lots of twists and turns. When he came to a solid black door he stopped and opened it up, allowing Buffy to enter before him.
His room was even more enormous then his sister’s had been. Decorated in darker colors and just screaming masculinity, it was definitely a sight to behold. There was a bookshelf along the far wall and a beautifully carved mahogany desk was sitting in a corner off to the side, covered in various papers and numerous other items. Angel felt pride shoot through him as he watched Buffy as she took in the appearance of his room. It was like his private sanctuary and he was glad to see the approval she obviously had for it. Walking over to his bed, he placed the clothes he was carrying on top of it and then beckoned her over to a short stone passage-way that connected his room to his bathing chambers.
“My shower’s right through here,” he said and grinned as he heard her gasp upon entering. The best part of living in the caves was the underground lakes and hot springs. His so called ‘bathroom’ was more like a large room, with a big pool in the middle and then some smaller sized pools surrounding it of various sizes. Buffy just stood there, completely at a loss.
“One of the perks of living here,” supplied Angel, grinning. She turned back towards him and the look of utter amazement on her face was priceless.
“This is your shower?” she asked in total disbelief.
“No,” he admitted. “My shower’s over there,” he indicated a smaller sort of cubicle over by the wall.
“Does everyone have this cool of a bathroom?” she asked.
“Well, yeah, everyone here does. Although, most people have to share, I’m just special.” Sensing the teasing manner of his voice, Buffy just swatted him playfully on the arm.
“Well, aren’t you lucky.”
“Anyways,” continued Angel. “You can use that shower, you should find everything that you need in there, but if not just let me know. If you need to find me I’m just gonna be down the hall a bit. Spike’s room is the one with the dark red door. Why don’t you meet me out in the there in about twenty minutes and then we can head to the dinning hall.”
“Okay,” agreed Buffy, still in shock.
Turning around, Angel left her alone and then proceed to Spike’s room where he took a quick shower and changed into the clothes that he had grabbed before he left. He just tried to keep his mind occupied, attempting in vain to not think about Buffy’s wet, naked body in his shower at that very moment. He looked up from the book he had been reading when Spike walked in, whistling some sort of weird tune. Upon seeing Angel in his room, Spike just smirked and walked over to him.
“’ello Peaches, didn’t expect to find you ‘ere. I ‘ad imagined that you’d be over helping Buffy take a shower,” he smirked.
“Ha, ha, right,” replied Angel sarcastically, standing up. “You ready to head down to dinner?” he asked, hoping to change subjects as quickly as possible.
“Sure, just a sec’,” he agreed, heading over to his closet and exchanging his current shirt for a new one. “Where is the little bint?”
“She’s in my room, but I said that I’d meet her out in the hall right about now. Come on.” The two of them left and immediately spotted Buffy emerging from Angel’s room.
“You look lovely, ducks,” said Spike, looking her up and down and then walked over to her quickly before Angel could do anything and, taking her arm, led her away.
Trying to bite down the sudden flare of jealousy that had sprung up upon seeing Spike with Buffy, Angel just forced his body to follow behind them. Resisting the urge to growl at his friend, he followed slowly, remaining silent the entire way to the dinning hall.
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