All charachters that have appeared on Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon. All others and the plot belong to me. I took Anya's story Gone and switched Buffy and Willow's places to write this sequel. Any feed back is welcome. Enjoy.
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Part Five
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A NEW ENEMY
Her shoulders shook and she hiccuped. It seemed like her whole world had come tumbling down around her. Then it happened.
Buffy was lying on the floor when all of a sudden some one grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, hard, exposing her neck. She dimly heard a snarl and out of the corner of her eye saw a flash of fangs. For a second she froze, paralyzed by the memories of the Anointed One. Then she felt the fangs pierce her skin and all of a sudden, her anger exploded. Snarling, she kicked out, catching the vamp point-blank in the stomach. Reaching over her shoulder, she grabbed his torso and flipped him over, ripping him off her neck. The vampire tendency over riding her human ones, she leaned down, ready to return the courtesy he had extended to her, when a foot had caught her in the ribs. Buffy dropped onto her side, groaning with pain. The vampire, a female this time, went to follow up with a kick to the head, but Buffy moved slightly and caught hold of her leg, twisting her off her feet while she herself did a back roll into a standing position. Standing in the middle of the room, Buffy was shocked to see six separate vampires standing in the room with her. Silently, she cursed herself for her lack of vigilance. When she’d been the slayer, they never would have made it past the front door, Giles’ training had made sure of that. Having Angel protect her must have made her lazier than she’d thought.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a raging vampire, throwing himself at her from across the room. Startled, Buffy side-stepped and grabbed his arm, using his own momentum to slam him head first into the bed post. He sank to the floor, momentarily stunned. Buffy took the opportunity to reach under the bed and whip out three of the stakes Angel had hidden there. Another vamp ran into the room, growling loudly. Buffy hauled back and punched him as hard as she could, knocking him across the room into another vamp. Leaping after them, she drove the stake home, through the first demon and on through the second.
Someone grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms down and lifting her in the air. Buffy began kicking wildly and threw her attacker off balance, sending them tumbling backwards. Buffy elbowed him hard and his grip loosened, letting her slip from his grip, only to be upper cutted by the first vamp who’d attacked her. She fell back on the bed, managing to stake the vampire under her, leaving the stake embedded in the mattress. Suddenly she felt a searing pain rip through her left arm and she looked down, shocked to see blood seeping from a cut on her biceps. The vampire standing over her, a new one now, hauled back with the knife, ready to strike again. Buffy shifted her weight and grabbed his arm with both hands, gritting her teeth against the fire shooting up her arm. She pulled down, stabbing the bed with knife. The demon tried to free his weapon, tearing up the expensive sheets, but he wasn’t fast enough. One strike and he was dust.
Another vampire stepped up to try her luck and Buffy reached back over her head and grabbed the first thing her hand came in contact with. Without hesitating, she whipped it at her. The vamp clutched the pillow to her chest, looking at it incredulously, then began to laugh along with the rest of the bastards. Buffy smiled grimly. She who laughs last. . . She gripped the stake in her palm and her aim was strong and true. It shot right through the pillow, puncturing the laughing bitch’s chest. Her eyes went wide and the laughter stopped abruptly as she exploded, leaving the pillow impaled on the stake. Buffy did a cartwheel off the bed, and delivered a round house kick to another enemy, knocking him over a desk. She grinned, standing over him and feeling powerful. Hey, maybe she wasn’t so rusty after all. . . Pain blossomed in her skull as someone rabbit punched her in the back of the neck. Buffy dropped to her knees, squeezing her eyes closed against the pain. A foot connected with her soft, unprotected stomach and Buffy felt something snap, sending a ripping feeling through her gut. With a gasp of pain she grasped her side and fell to the floor. She looked up, squinting against the pain.
A tall, lithe woman with short black hair stood over her, her face void of any emotion. No, not a woman. A demon. Buffy could sense the evil in the others, it was a part of them. But her. . . Buffy’s soul shivered and shrank away from her. This one, she was pure evil. Slowly, the woman grinned, looking down at the younger vampire with dark delight. “ You know,” she said in an exasperated voice, “ I wasn’t even planning on coming on this raiding party at all, but something told me these fools would fuck it all up.” She sighed loudly. “ If you want something done right. . . Well, you know the rest.” Buffy didn’t see the kick coming until it was too late. It connected solidly with her head and all of a sudden, none of it was her problem anymore.
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Voices, sounds and the vaguest impressions of light and movement. A thick haze coated Buffy’s mind as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She didn’t want to wake up, all that awaited her was suffering and pain. The darkness was so much more welcoming. You didn’t have to think, you could just float along, without worrying, without thinking. It was so peaceful, she never wanted to leave. But slowly the pain in her head and limbs dragged her back awake.
Buffy lay still the pounding in her head threatening to get worse if she even batted an eyelid. Her left arm felt like it was on fire and her stomach still ached, though by now it was nearly completely healed. So she kept her eyes closed and strove to remember. Something had happened, something important. . . But she was so tired, she couldn’t think, shouldn’t think. It didn’t matter anyway. . . Yes it did. But why? Then it came to her. Angel. He would be so worried if he didn’t find her at home. He was so sweet and gentle, it felt so good to be sleeping next to him, on his skin. Suddenly the truth washed over her mind, like a wave of cold water, pushing away the incoherent thoughts. Buffy’s insides seemed to grow cold as she remembered. Angel was gone, she didn’t know where, maybe he was dead. Vampires had attacked her and she’d been holding her own when some Oriental demon had knocked her out. What had happened after that?
Slowly Buffy opened her eyes. . . And found a man sitting directly in front of her. She stifled a startled scream as she tried to jump backwards, which was when she found out that she was bound to a chair by hands and ankles. She strained against the bonds, testing their strength.
The man smiled, but it did nothing to make him seem less dangerous. Brown hair fell over a pair of ice-blue eyes and a royal nose. Finely chiseled lips curved upwards slightly in a half smile. It was the smile that really made Buffy's stomach turn. Cold and merciless, it seemed to embody all the monsters she had ever faced. Slowly, a realization dawned on Buffy with growing horror. Here was not a man, but a demon. A true demon. Someone with no reason, no logic. This vampire killed often, killed violently and killed indiscriminately. He killed old people, women, men, children. She knew it would make no difference to him, so long as he got the thrill of the hunt and the pleasure of the kill. This man was the most blood thirsty, the most dangerous enemy she had ever known. For the second time in one day, true terror entered Buffy's heart.
The man smiled again, straddling a chair backwards. " Did you have a nice nap? I really am sorry, I did tell Ri to be gentle, though, believe it or not, that was her being gentle."
Buffy swallowed, her eyes darting nervously over his face and around the room. Where was she? She didn't recognize any of this. Then again, she knew next to nothing about Rome. But still she had to admit, she hadn't thought vampires were into digs like these. These seemed too . . . Civilized. The room she was in was large, and well furnished. Light fixtures and paintings hanging on the walls gave it an almost homey feeling, but it was overridden by the room's occupants.
The man frowned disapprovingly, " Didn't your mother ever teach you it's rude not to respond when you're spoken to, child?"
Buffy brought her eyes back to his face, faking courage she didn't feel. In a childish voice she said, " My mummy always told me, never talk to strangers, and you mister," her tone of voice changed, " Are one of the strangest fucking people I've ever met. Including the demon trapped inside of a computer that fell in love with my best friend."
" Ouch! Right there!" he said, chuckling, placing his hand over his heart as if she'd stabbed him. " You've got a mind of your own, haven't you?" He stood before she could answer. Slowly, he began to walk around her and Buffy could sense his eyes watching her. " So, kiddo, what's a girl like you doing with a guy like him?"
" Huh?" Buffy asked, faking confusion. " What the hell are you talking about? Are you high, by any chance? Cause, you know, drugs aren't all that good for you. I'm hear with my aunt, as if that were any of your business." She tried to sound innocent and mouthy both at the same time, while also looking for a way to escape.
Behind her she could hear the vamp laugh softly, then suddenly he was right behind her, his chin resting on her shoulder. " Now, now," he whispered, his breath cold on her ear, " No more games. You came to Rome a little while ago with a man. Tall, broad shouldered, supposedly good looking. He looks like he's in his early twenties. That in it's self makes you being with him strange, since you can't be more than seventeen-"
" Sixteen" Buffy said off-handedly.
" Sorry," he apologized, " My mistake. Anyway, I doubt your parents would let you out with a man like him. Your accent is American. You're a long way from home, and you know what the strangest part is?" He shook his head in wonderment, then leaned closer to her ear, dropping his voice even lower so that she had to strain to hear him. " I don't know what you are. You make my senses muddled. I can't decide whether your vampire or human or what. Then there's the fact that you wiped out half of the task force I sent to get you, and by the way Ri tells it, you could have killed all of them if she hadn't showed up. That makes you decidedly dangerous, not to me of coarse, but some of the others are rather, shall we say, terrified of you? You wouldn't by any chance want to clear any of this up, would you?"
Buffy shrugged nonchalantly, " Sorry, but I'm just not in the mood to talk. That time of month. Wish I could help."
"Oh, but you can," he whispered, and taking her face in his hand, turned her lips to him and kissed her harshly. Buffy cried out and tried to push him away, only to be reminded once more that, duh, her hands were tied. Buffy felt the all-consuming anger again and she decided to do something about it. Rapidly she bit his lip. Hard. The man jerked away with a snarl, his hand going to his bottom lip. He pulled it back and examined the blood staining his finger tips. Buffy sat still sullenly, watching the vampire from behind the curtain of her hair, unsure of what he would do to retaliate. Unexpectedly, he laughed good naturedly. " No wonder Angelus has kept you with him. You must be great in bed with a spirit like that. Thanks, kid." He turned and walked away without looking back.
" Hey!" Buffy called, confused. " Thanks for what?"
He turned at the door way and Buffy saw that he had the rose Angel had given her in his hand. " For the kiss, hon. I need to be able to tell your boyfriend what you taste like." He lifted the rose to his nose and breathed in deeply. When he looked up, he smiled maliciously at her from narrowed eyes. " Angel takes care of his women. That's always been his weak spot. And nobody knows how to squeeze it like I do."
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