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Chapter 6
Essence of Demon and Thymne

It had been five hours, since Willow had called Giles and things had not gotten better. They had gotten decidedly worse. Willow had spoken with Giles for over an hour, while Buffy lay topless on the bed next to her. Buffy had simple rolled over and put her pillow over her head. After hanging up the phone, Willow had examined the wounds on her back. She had tried to roll Buffy over and to look at her stomach wounds, but Buffy had fought her on this.

Somewhere, during the struggle Willow had peeked under Buffy's Pajama pants, to see the large purple bruises from the spanking, she had given the Slayer during that night's lovemaking. The bruises which should not have been there, were there, far worse than anything Willow's strength could have given the Slayer. After a great deal of effort and several smacks on Buffy's bottom, Willow had gotten Buffy up and her medical kit out.

She did a through exam of her lover and rechecked her notes she had made right after she had taken the stitches out. The wounds on her stomach and back were getting worse. The minor infection Willow thought she had cured, was still evident in the wounds. The bruise from the spanking was expanding every 20 minutes. Bruises from the slaps to the face were also growing more evident. A clear red handprint could be seen. This was all frightening enough to Willow. It did not compare to the fear caused by her own symptoms. She had almost missed her own symptoms, until Buffy complained loudly that Willow did not have to keep hitting her on the ass, to get her to do things.

That had been exactly what Willow, had been doing every chance she got. She had an uncontrollable urge to hit her lover. After three and half hours the urge had become an obsession. Images of her spanking the Slayer, beating her, chaining her down flooded her head. She was now in complete possession of her leather-clad vampire other self. Her dark side was taking over! Willow had managed to write most of this down until she could no longer concentrate on her work. Buffy had remained, without clothes after the exam. She two was developing the same images. Willow taking her by force, whipping her raw. The thoughts were on a course of their own.

Four hours after Willow had called Giles they began to argue. It was violent and loud though not physical. Old feelings about Angel, Riley, Tara and Kir came up. Things that happen, the first week they met. Any small thing from their past, was brought up and screamed about. The two, lost track of the issues, it simple was a war of words. Words that hurt more then knives.

Five hours after Willow had called Giles, their argument moved to a physical ground. Willow began by using her magic to throw things at Buffy. Buffy in turn threw things back hard at Willow, who blocked them with a magically shield. Finally they began shoving each other back and forth. Buffy shoved a little too hard and Willow flew into the coach. Once on her feet, undaunted she ran at the stunned Slayer and began to pound her with her fist. It was this way, when Giles and Joyce?s came through the door minutes later. Willow was sitting on top of the Slayer punching her lover with all her might. It took both Giles and Joyce to pull her off. After they were parted, came the awesome task of keeping them apart. Giles had called for the Calvary for help, but it took time to get the gang there. So before they arrived Giles had to separate them four more times and finally ended by locking Willow in the car and having Joyce sit outside with her.

Neither, one could explain the need for violence. Neither could explain what happened. What started the fight. In truth neither, could speak a coherent sentence. Joyce never guessed Willow knew that many four letter words. Buffy was down to primitive moans and sounds. "She Grr Arge Ja Ob Nee Spanick" being the one prevalent. It was only after Angel and Kate arrived, that some order was restored. Angel had held the wild Slayer long enough for Kate to cover the nude blond and then chain her up in the bathroom. Then Xander and Amy with a little help from magic brought Willow inside and chained her in the kitchen. After this was done Xander had peaked in on Buffy. He was shocked at the marks growing more purple by the hour on Buffy's face. Xander refused to believe it was Willow's doing and protested that there had to be a demon involved. This discussion let to Xander describing to those who had just arrived, namely Cordelia and Doyle the marks on Buffy's body. It was during this Kate commented on the very bruised bottom the Slayer. Kate ever the detective noticed it while she was slipping a Tee shirt over her nude form. They served to alarm everyone.

Amy found Willows notes in her den and brought them to Giles. Giles after reading them, prayed Joyce never did. Then the group who had faced so much together did what they did best. Research. By late afternoon Buffy's bruises had began to fade. Her face cleared first then the scares on her back became less red. Almost disappearing altogether. Finally, the bruises on her bottom also faded.

Joyce had unchained her daughter to let her eat while Giles did the same for Willow. Joyce was prepared to let her join the group, when Buffy begged to be chained back up by Willow or by someone else if Willow could watch. Giles had the same idea when he had let Willow up. She seemed fine for a little while. Seating with the group talking and flipping through books then she began looking for something she needed in the kitchen drawers. Willow took a spatula out and slapped her thigh. Kate noticing her expression asked her what she was doing.

"Oh nothing, going to use this to spank Buffy's cute little bottom until she begs me to stop, but will I stop? No, I think not! I'll keep going and then I'll..."

Thankfully she never finished. Doyle had placed his hand over her mouth. Amy found something in Willows medical supplies and gave her a shot to knock her out. Angel rechained her in the bedroom. After hours of research, they had an idea about what was happening. It had little to do with the unhealing scars directly, they were the catalyst. Someone had placed a very rare, very evil spell on the two women.

The reason why it was so rare? Its main ingredient was essence of demon. Everything else was standard witchcraft. Another unusual point to the spell was it only worked on soulmates. It needed two people in a committed relationship, who were not married yet. The bonds of a church wedding actually somehow dissipated the spell. The inner working of the spell simply took some aspect of the relationship and spun it out of control. If one or both people were slightly jealous, they would become obsessed with the green-eyed monster. So obsessed one partner would begin killing anyone, who even spoke to their love. The spell would then, cause the other person to seek lover's to make their mate jealous.

It was the diagnostic of the spell that made it so evil. "So, the spell is making them do the whole whip me, beat me, make me do bad things routine, because, Willow never brought out her evil Willow vampire dominatrix gal side." Cordelia summed up.

"Well, I wouldn't have put it quite like that, but yes." Giles said.

"OK, so the spell is bring up deep dark things I never wanted to know about Will, What do we do about it?" Xander asked.

"We get them married." Angel said flatly.

"You want to run that by me again." Joyce said.

"Dear, he's quite right, we have to get a priest to marry them in a church."

"Hey, that doesn't sound so hard." Cordelia said.

"Actually there is more involved then just the church and the wedding."

"Rupert, please. My daughter is in there, chained to the sink! A minute ago, she was asking Xander to spank her, while Willow watched. Now what do we have to do?" Joyce said firmly.

"Joyce getting them into a church and in front on the priest with their friends and family is easy, but they both have to say, I do and mean it, then before the curse is lifted they have to consummate the marriage." Angel explained, putting his hand on Kate's shoulder. "Rupert, they love each other, curse or not. They may both be out of their minds now, but they've only thought of each other. So how do we get a priest?" Joyce commented.

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Chapter 7
Two Brides and a Rabbi

What is a marriage? Is it when the minister says "you my now kiss the
bride?" Is it when the state, country or government grants you a license? Is
it when two or more people stand in front of their friends or family and
say, "Get use to it folks we're together now? "Is it when your village,
town, commune or social order says you are now married? What exactly
constitutes a marriage? When does it pass from concept to conception? From
idea to reality? When you have children together? When you buy a house? When
you leave Mom and Dads?

Marriage is a hard thing to define. At least when you are dealing with the
soul. There are something's that only count when they're felt by the soul.
This does tend to make it hard on the hundreds of thousand maybe even
millions of people who believe they are married. That is why married people
are often called soulmates. Because in a true marriage they are exactly
that, soullmates. Sure there is a point before the two souls join meant to
be soulmates but not married. Not connected yet. Thing about soulmates is
they are meant to be together. So if they fail to find each other in this
life. To recognizes each other, then there are countless other lifetimes on
countless other worlds, and realties for them to connect. Become two of one.
But finding the exact moment this meeting, this discovery, this connection
occurs is a completely different story.

A story, which was rapidly, leading Giles to an early grave. The problems of
getting his stepdaughter and adopted daughter married, cured, were turning
into a nightmare. First trying to find out what a marriage actually meant
was a task an ex-librarian, British Museum curator, Watcher, guy who just
knows to bloody much, could do easily or at all. All Giles books said
different things. Every culture, time period or location had different
meanings, methods. Final Rupert gave up on research a let Joyce take over.
They would have an "American Wedding." Giles told his wife.

Joyce too, had problems. First finding a place for the wedding and someone
to perform it. Then after she thought she had that done, the minister
pointed out that he really couldn't do a ceremony for two girls.
That was kind of a shock. Joyce had for so long just except her daughter and
Willow it hadn't accrued to her that other people might not feel the same
way.

At one point in time Giles actually considered flying them off to Amsterdam.
It was at least legal there.
Angel stopped this by pointing out to Giles that he would never get Willow
much less Buffy on Airplane in there current state. And they would kill each
other on a boat. Angel had his hands full now just keeping them in the same
city and this was Los Angeles.

Giles using all his sources called in a favor from a buddy he knew in his
ripper days and he in turned found a priest with a gambling dept owned to
the Giles's buddy. The gang started to move forward. Then Willow in one of
her more lucid moments pointed out that she was Jewish and would only be
married by a Rabbi. After a short search it was back to the drawing board.
It was Team Scooby looking for a rabbi.

After a short search Xander found a Rabbi. Who in turn, ran screaming from
the house after meeting Willow. The Spell was advancing at an awesome pace.
Final Giles called the counsel. They send a Rabbi. The wedding would be
conducted in the church of the priest with the gambling problem and
preformed by the counsel Rabbi. The ceremony would take place when he
arrived in a few days.

There were other problems. The spellcaster had wasted no time in getting the
word out. Vampires taking advantage of the missing slayer. This was why it
was taking so long for the rabbi to arrive. They couldn't risk him landing
at night.

To counter the Vampire problem the gang was forced to patrol. Kate, Anya
and Kir faked showing up as the slayer. This meant leaving some jerk alive
to spread the word. Kate was blond and not a bad fighter. She was sometimes
mistaken for the slayer fighting along side Angel. Kir was called by the
gang to come out from her undercover to help the gang. She worked as an
undercover cop chasing drug dealers. Kir was not very strong, but she was
fast. She could hold a human shape for long enough to fool even a Vampire.
She was often mistaken for the slayer because of her fighting skill and
youthful appearance. It was why she did so well undercover. She looked 15 or
16. Demon blood does have some advantages. Then there was Anya. Among the
vampire world Buffy was a legend. She could never live up to all the things
that are credited to her. What legend ever did?
The stories always varied but they had one thing income, a sharp wit and
stinging puns. Anya was good at wit. Her few years back as a human had only
sharpened her comeback skills. Most people feared her because of her mouth.
Xander knew just how to use this. Play it. A blond wig and few one liners
and the slayer had appeared. Amy was not happy about this and came along to
do the actual killing of Vampires via magic. Xander had his hands full
making sure his wife didn't "slip" and stake Anya.

The biggest problem of all was keeping the two future wives apart. Whether
it was the spell or their natural love of each other, but keeping them apart
was nearly impossible. Before the first day had gone by the group was
exhausted. Angel ended up taking Buffy and Joyce home and leaving Willow
with Giles. It took Willow 14 hours but she, by the use of magic, stole a
car and nearly fried Angel in the sunlight in a fit of jealousy. Angel was
only saved because Buffy broke free and the two of them became engaged in a
game of "lets find something to use for punishment." In a way it was lucky
that Angel had so many weapons on the walls.
They both obsesses were going from weapon to weapon looking for just the
right one. Thankfully either Buffy or Willow knew some piece of trivia about
most of them. When they were used. How they were made. What kind of demon
you should kill with it. So they spend their time sharing information. That
and Buffy was licking Willows shoes.
Kate came home in the middle of a discussion of many uses for a lyberth.
Closing the curtains and checking the unconscious Vampire first, she then
managed to knock Buffy out in mid shoe lick and subdue Willow.

From that point on Giles was not left alone with Willow. Buffy was keep at a
hotel. A day and half later, Buffy locked her mother in the bathroom, knock
Doyle out and stole his keys. Drove Home then locked both Xander and Giles
in the basement.
Neither Xander nor Giles ever got over the sounds the two make before Pam
Nichols found them.

Pam had made excuses for the first 2 days Dr. Rosenburg didn't show up for
work. In truth she figures that the agency knew something about it. They
kept tight watch on the doctor. So after checking police reports and the
obituaries she decided to check on her at home. It was the silence of her
CIA bosses that convinced her something was wrong.
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When I got to Dr. Rosenburg I found the front door broken off it's hinges. I
also heard a snapping sound followed by cries and moans as if someone where
hurt. I then followed the sounds to the bedroom where Dr. Rosenburg held a
belt. I guess I should call her Willow now. We have diffidently crossed that
professional line into the personal.

Willow was using a belt to beat her lover on the back. Her lover, Buffy, had
bruising from the belt covering most of her body. She was lying on the bed
holding the headboard. I could see where some kind of chain and manacle was
in the room but was not being used. The slayer was simple holding on to the
headboard.

I was shocked. It wasn't a behavior I would have associated with Dr.
Rosenburg. As a forensics pathologist I have seen all kind of behaviors both
dangerous and playful displayed by the human race. Still it took me by
surprise. I am still an FBI agent so after the shock, I then looked careful
at Miss Summers to gauge if she was being used against her will. Since Ms
Summers is the slayer and has a great deal of strength I knew she could
overpower a large man easily. Dr. Rosenburg is not a large man.
Next, I consented the physiological ends of this. The question being was Ms
Summer's cohorts into this.
Her hand were free but was her mind? Dr. Rosenburg was a very powerful witch
with the knowledge to back it up. This meant I had to make my presents
known. I would have at any rate. Ms Summers was being severely beaten, even
if many of the sounds she was making indicated she was enjoying the
experience.

"Dr. Rosenburg, Willow can I speck to you for a moment." Pam asked in her
calmest voice.
Willow swung the belt like this was a normal activity that everyone did. Two
more swings and she turned to Pam. "Sure what's you need? "
I was wondering if we could talk in the kitchen?" Pam wasn't sure why she
wanted Willow out of the bedroom but she had a need to get out of the
bedroom herself and the kitchen seemed logical.
"Ok, can you give me a minute." Pam waited afraid to leave them alone
together.
Willow swung the belt down 3 more time across the slayers back "Slave, stay,
Don't move an inch I know exactly were your hands are, You do not want to
make me angry!"
Pam thought, if this isn't angry remind me to not piss her off!
Pam lead the way to the kitchen noticing Willow didn't even try to cover her
nude body. On reaching the kitchen she notice yet another set of chains and
manacles. Both sets of chains were long. Not what you would use for S & M
but to keep someone against their will. She had seen kidnapers and kills us
set ups like this on their helpless victims. Something about all this just
didn't make sense.
"Do you chain Buffy up a lot?" Pam said pointing to the chain.
"Ah those, Xander and Giles had those out using on me. Tried to tell me it
was for my own good. Huh"
"Xander and Giles had you chained in them?" Pam gulped out not know how this
game was played.
"Ridiculous isn't it. "
"Totally ridiculous." Pam thought humoring her might be the way to go.
"Yeah chained me up like I was the slave. Don't they know I'm the master."
"Yes, well you are the one with the belt." <Ok, group sex, that can't be
right? Something is really wrong, Pam added to herself. >
" Pam do you think we could do this later, I haven't even started beating
Buffy's front side. Then after that I am going to put her in the bath tub
and play Chinese water torture."
"Sounds like fun," Pam tried not to sound to sarcastic. "Willow, I really
just needed to borrow something from your medical kit."
"Sure, It's in the bathroom linen closet."
"Do you think after I get it I could watch a while. Watch you a while. Get
pointers." Pam had no idea what she was saying. It was a bluff she just
hoped worked.
"Sure, sounds fun."
Willow hurried back to the bedroom where Pam heard her say, "Role over on
your back."
The sound of the belt hitting flesh followed.
Pam found the kit with a minimum of fuss. She had seen it when Willow had
stitched Buffy up after a demon injured the slayer. It was the most complete
kit Pam had ever seen outside of a hospital. Even during the Gulf war, her
Mash Unit didn't have a kit so complete.
A few more painful minute of listening to the belt passed while Pam loaded
the injection. If all went well Willow would be out in minutes.
Pam returned to the bedroom. Buffy was now on her back smiling. That was the
most unnerving thing to date. Willow was working her way up the body then
moving back down.
"Willow, do you think Buffy could lay on her stomach for a while, I like
watching you hit her back." Ok lame, Pam thought but I am despite.
"Sure, I like her back too. Buffy role over."
Buffy quickly rolled over. Pam used the distraction to inject the redhead.
Willow still managed to get a few swings in before passing out on to the bed
next to Buffy.
Pam pulled Willow squarely on the bed and checked her pulse. She would be
ok, but would have a hell of a headache. Dr. Nichols then moved to Buffy.
The girl didn't move at all while Pam examined her. "Buffy are you all
right." Pam asked concerned when Buffy moved a little but didn't answer. Pam
added. "Willow will be cross if you don't answer me."
"Yes" Buffy whispered then added "Is mistress ok. Is she asleep?" Buffy
sounded like a small child.
"Yes Willow is asleep she's tired."< Ok, do I treat her like a child or do I
push and go for grown-up answers. > Pam wondered. She continued to check
Buffy's many bruises and scares but concluded that they were painful but not
life threatening. There just were a hell of a lot of them.
"Buffy, roll over I want to look at you." Buffy slowly rolled over until she
could see Willow then she almost flipped the rest of the way never taking
her eyes off her lover. Pam examined the rest of Buffy's body and found less
bruising then on her back. "Buffy, does Willow beat you like this often?"
"No!" The Slayer said sadly " But I like it. I love mistress."
"I am sure you must." Pam commented thinking they both must be out of their
minds. "Buffy, what did you do that made her hit you like this?" Pam decided
to treat the slayer as a child for a while. In her current mental state Pam
doubted if she could cope with anything else.
"I went away."
"You ran away?"
"No I would never leave mistress." Buffy said sitting up staring at Dr.
Nichols with fire in her eyes.
"I know you would never leave Willow." Pam could not bring herself to call
her "Mistress"
"That is why I don't understand why you went away. Can you explain it to me
Buffy>"
"It was Giles, he made me. He and Angel. They made me. But I escaped and I
locked him in the basement."
"Who did you lock in the basement."
"Giles and Xander."
"Where did you lock them?" Pam was almost frantic.
"In the basement, like I said." Buffy was running her hands along Willows
back in a light touch.
"Here, In the basement here?"
"Yes and Willow said they she would punish them later after she punished
me." Buffy finished and laid back down taking a hold of the headboard.
Pam could see the girl was exhausted. The beating alone would be a major
trauma to the system.
"Buffy can you make sure that Willow stays here and gets some sleep. I am
going to come back in and give you a shot in a minute."
"NO! I hate shots!"
"Yes but Willow told me to give it to you. As punishment." Pam wondered how
long she could go on bluffing.
"Oh I was bad." Buffy whispered lowering her eyes.
"Yes and now I want you to watch over Willow. Make sure she is ok." The
slayer only knotted while Pam stepped out of the room and filled anther
shot. Once that was done she freed Giles and Xander.

It had been a whirlwind from that point on. Separating the two. Pam had
found that Buffy could be knocked out by shots. Keeping her that way was
another story. With Doctor Pam helping they managed to keep the two drugged
for much of the wait until the rabbi could arrive.
Pam had spent most of her time with Buffy. As a doctor she had never seen as
many strange symptoms.
Buffy would heal completely only to reform wounds and bruises. The demon
claw marks ranged from deep infection to not there at all. Other cuts open
and closed at will. Bruises from belts, whips, cords and an iron came and
went on her body. Buffy herself appeared not to notice.
Pam had tried to find a connection. She had Rupert and Joyce keep journals
of behavior and location. They were each given a list of questions to ask
the lovers at the same time of day. After comparing them, a pattern was
found. Buffy knew where Willow was at all times day or night. She could tell
exactly which room of the house she was in and what she was doing. Willow on
the other hand could only tell where Buffy was part of the time. The more
out of touch she came the deeper the wounds on Buffy appeared. Distance had
little to do with this. Giles had taken to bringing Willow with him in the
car. It placarded her and seemed to calm Buffy. The drugs made Willow
incapable of magic to free herself most of the time.. But Buffy was another
story. Drugs did nothing to hold back her strength.

The drugs didn't work for long on the slayer either. And Pam didn't dare
give her more. Fortunately as the hours ticked away Buffy became more child
like. Telling her that "Willow would be mad" or "Willow was doing this to
punish her," held the slayer for short periods only.

There were other things as well. Both stopped wearing cloths. Both drank
huge amounts of liquids. Coke being the most prevalent. Both wanted
ice-cream. Both refused to eat solid foods. Both were out of their minds
crazy. The strangest things would set them off.

Buffy broke her chains, knocked Kate over and destroyed the TV because they
showed an ad for Superbowl Sunday. Willow tried to choke Xander because he
said something negative about Faith. Seconds after Doyle and Cordilia walked
out the door; Buffy broke free grabbed Doyle and dragged him back to the
room. She threatened to beat him up unless he showed Joyce his demon face.
Joyce was more surprised when he did.
"Just one more thing nobody told me."
But the straw that broke the camel's back was that Willow kept calling
Cordilia on the phone to talk about cloths, fashion, how much she loved
being best friends with her in high school. Cordilia started screening all
her calls.
Still they managed. Doyle and Cordilia picked up Rabbi Lowe at the
airport. Joyce and Amy got Buffy and Willow into simple white dresses. Angel
sobered up the priest and got the church ready. Giles double-checked all the
known customs for an "American wedding." Writing a very short wedding for
the Rabbi to perform. Xander's mom watched the kids. And everyone else
prepared for the wedding of the new millennium.
"Dearly beloved we are gathered here."
"On your knees slut."
"To join in holy matrimony"
"Is this all right mistress"
"These two very possessed people."
"Huh Hum, Rabbi"
"These two people."
"Don't look at me."
"If anyone here today knows why these two people who seem to be made for
each other."
"Sorry mistress"
"Speak now or for ever hold his peace. Please God let nobody speak."
"Don't look that way either bitch."
"Do you Doctor Willow Rosenburg take this women to be your wife.""
"The slut is already mine."
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Rabbi Lowe She has to say I do."
"What now I am taking advise from a vampire."
"Do you hear that bitch your mine."
"I'm afraid he is quit right, Rabbi."
"Now the watcher has to join in."
"Yes mistress"
"I'll right already. Do you Doctor Rosenburg take her as your wife and you
have to say I do if you want her."
"I do! I take the worthless, bleach blond, beautiful body, Did I say
worthless?"
"Satisfied."
"Yes, now please hurry, Rabbi Lowe."
"Thank you mistress."
"Ok, So do you Buffy Summers take this women Willow Rosenburg to be your
wife."
"May I answer mistress?"
"You may, but that doesn't mean I won't punish you for it anyway."
"I do"
"With the powers vested in me, what powers? You are now Wife and Wife. You
may now kiss the bride"
Willow leaned down to the kneeling Buffy and pulled her up. She kissed the
slayer on the lips pulling her backwards.
"OK slut put your hands on the back of the pew and your ass in the air."
" Or whip her, whatever you think you need do. Mazotoph, Shalom Did the
drunken priest leave anything?."
Angel bodily picked the witch up. "Will, honey save some of that for the
honeymoon. You both have to brake glass"
Angel and Doyle dragged the two back over by the Rabbi. Xander had filled
the two glasses with wine after wrestling it from the parish priest. Doyle
held Willow and Angel held Buffy. To everyone's surprise Willow reached down
and held Buffy's hand. Xander gave them both a glass. The Rabbi quickly read
a passage from the Torah in Hebrew. The passage was picked at random. At
this point he figured anything but a prey was useless. Still he had read a
fitting prayer from the songs of Solomon.
Willow drank her glass while Buffy watched Willow holding the glass
carefully.
"You may drink now slave" Willow ordered. Buffy then drained her glass.
Xander wasted no time putting the glasses in a cloth and on the floor.
"Mistress do you want me to take my shoes off." Buffy asked
"NO" the crowd answered.
Willow pulled Buffy close and said "On three, one, two, three." Crunch the
wine glasses went.
The group turned and took a deep breath. Well not Angel but the others did.
And just as they were starting to relax they all turned back around at the
sound of: Slap, Slap, "Yes Mistress, Harder please I was bad" slap slap.
"Shut up slave while I punish you."
Angel dove across the room and grabbed Willow pulling her to out of the
church and into the back rooms. "I said save it for the Honeymoon."
Kate handcuffed Buffy to the pew while she was bent over keeping her from
following Willow.
"I don't understand. I thought this was meant to cure them." Dr. Nichols
asked.
"No" Joyce sighed. "It will slow it but they have to consummate the marriage
first."
"How! They almost kill each other just being in the same room."
"How indeed?" Joyce said as she too held the same question.
"Well that went swimmingly dear, A good American Wedding." Giles said
lending down to kiss his wife." Giles had decided American wedding would be
the best to try.
"Well it was differently unique." Joyce answered looking at the collection
of half demons, vampires, witches, oddballs and a drunken priest gathered in
the room.
"Yes well, we can always try again. Oh speaking of covering our bases I
managed to get this. I know it isn't exactly legal, but well, my dear it is
filed in the courthouse downtown. I figured they wouldn't look to closely at
Dr. Rosenburg and B. Summers. " Giles said handing her the marriage license.

"It is real." Giles added.
"Just not legal in the state of California" Kate said, "Yet"
"Well there is always Amsterdam or possible Vermont.
"Well I guess it's on to the honeymoon." Xander said a little to happily for
his jealous wife.

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Chapter 8
Honeymoon on the Run

Voices were circling around in Buffy's head as she lay in a tattoo/body
piercing pallor on Hollywood Blvd.
She and Willow had escaped once again from the Scooby gang. They had jumped
the first city bus they passed and headed into town.
Buffy had sunk down on the floor next to Willow on the bus as they headed
into the unknown. The other passengers on the bus had stared at the two
women in white dresses but it was Hollywood so they were quickly forgotten.
All along the ride both women were lost in the voices.

Buffy's screaming for punishment. She had heard this voices before. They
were the ones that screamed the names of all the people she failed to save
over the years. The cruel things she had said to Willow, to her mother. They
were deafening. She had been listening to them for weeks, as they became the
only voices she could hear.

Willow too, was hearing voices. They shouted out to her; "strike back at
Cordilia for all the cruel things she ever said." "Softer side of Sears,
Huh!" All the people who had called her a nerd or geek like Percy. Only the
voices told her to strike them by striking Buffy. Buffy was the Chosen one.
Weren't gentiles always choosing some one to be crucified for others sins.
If she punished Buffy for all the hate she felt then everything would be ok.
Her parents would not have to die. Jesse would not have died. She would
never have been arrested. If Buffy only took the punishment. And didn't
Buffy beg to be punished at times. Hadn't she held the slayer in the darkest
as she cried and begged Willow to help her feel something again.

The part of Willow's brain that could still rationalized the few times Buffy
had begged her for punishment. The first time had been when Buffy had failed
to save a group of children from vampires. She had been seconds two late.
She had stopped for coffee and had been seconds too late. Buffy keep it to
herself for days. She tried to pretend everything was A-OK. Willow had
almost believed her. Then Willow came home from the hospital and found Buffy
in the bathroom with a razor blade cutting her arms. She wasn't trying to
comment suicide; no she was just punishing herself.
Willow had not known Buffy was a "cutter." The Slayer had been since she was
in high school. Buffy's healing ability hid it. She healed with in hours.
Willow had tried getting her counseling after this. That had almost ended
with the blond being locked up in an institution.
Willow tried witchcraft next. Buffy was self-destructing. Finial Willow
found her again seconds after she had started cutting on her leg. This time
over the death of an old man and a teenage boy. Willow had taken her into
the bedroom and held her until she stopped crying. They had made love very
gently when the tears were gone. Willow woke to find Buffy in a chair
holding the razor. Just staring out the window waiting for dawn. It was then
that Buffy asked, begged Willow to help her.
Willow took the slayer gently pulling her lover over her lap and giving her
a very gentle spank across her bottom. The spanking had been more ritual
then anything close to pain. It was done to allow Buffy to let go of the
pain she tried to hide inside. Buffy had a name, a place, and a failure for
every gentle stroke. Willow kept up the illusions while Buffy exercised her
failure demons and heartache.
Afterwards they made love again. Buffy was rough, desperate. It was the
first time Buffy was anything but gentle with Willow. It too was more
illusion then reality. Buffy didn't leave a bruise or mark. And Willow had
loved it. It had started them experimenting with each other. It had brought
them closer. Taught them to trust each other more. Still Willow always hated
when Buffy "Needed It"

Until last week "IT" had never been more then ritual. More then a game.
Willow had never struck Buffy in anger. Never more then a playful pat. And
these damn voices in her head were going to drive the doctor mad. The witch
was losing herself in them.

They had gotten off the bus when Willow had seen the body piecing sign with
a ring stud drawn next to it.
She had pulled Buffy off the bus and inside. After an hour of arguing with
the attendant. The redhead scared him into summission by pulling her CIA/FBI
badge out. The poor guy just gave her the belly button piercer. He help set
it up for her and got Buffy on the table sans dress.
"Are you sure you know how to use that?" the frightened attendant asked.
"I'm a doctor for Gia's sake."
Willow set the popgun in the right place and looked down at Buffy. "With
this ring I thee Wed" Pop the stud was in place. A few minutes later Willow
was on the table with her dress off and Buffy standing over her. Willow
placed her hand on top of the slayers as she placed the piercer. "With this
ring I thee wed," Buffy said before popping a matching ring in Willows belly
button.
The attendant was just thankful he got them out of his shop with their
dresses back on.

From there they wondered around. They looked at the stars on Hollywood
drive. They went to Grumman's Chinese Theater. They toured the Wax museum
and Ripley's Believe It or Not. They bought clothes to change into from a
leather shop. Even in her current state Willow wondered why Faith and Angel
would really prefer leather to jeans. Still she did look good, but Buffy,
Will thought, looked better. "Hot, might even be a better word to describe
the blond."
They had just wondered and looked at things. Buffy always hung back from a
few feet as a good slave would. Willow was letting her walk up right and
even asking her what she thought.
Still the voices in both women's heads were screaming. After most of the day
the voices would not be denied. Willow had pulled them into an adult toy
store. The voices went nuts. So many ideas that Buffy had to catch Willow
when she fainted. Still they managed to leave the store well supplied with a
large credit card bill.
After the toy store the voices had grown inpatient. They headed to the
nearest motel. It wasn't very expensive, a Motel 6, but it was in Hollywood.
They took the honeymoon suite.

After closing the door Willow ordered Buffy to undress. Buffy hurried to
obey but leather doesn't come off quickly even for a slayer. Buffy only got
them down to her ankles before Willow had thrown her over the bed.
"Don't move slow poke."
Buffy was not really on the bed in a good position but she tried to remain
still.
Willow dug through their bag of toys until she found a plastic paddle. She
then stompt over to the bed beside the slayer. Somehow the witch pulled the
slayer across her lap. She pulled her panties down next to her pants hanging
around her ankles. Willow began to spank the slayer with all her might. The
Voices where happy. Then she began hearing other voices screaming for her to
stop. They were waring over and over in her head. Images of other times she
had done this to her lover. Pictures of that first time. The gentleness.
Their lovemaking. For the second time that day she fainted.
When she woke up she had been placed in the center of the bed. Buffy was
lying in a ball at the end of bed. Her pants and underwear where still
hanging at her ankles. Her hands were covering her ears.
Willow sat up and fond the paddle next to her hand. The voices wanting her
to punish Buffy were now back in control. The other voices could only be
heard in whispers.
"Buffy come here." The words slave, slut, bitch were in the voices but she
had wanted Buffy.
Buffy crawled towards her. Willow pulled her lover up and kissed her deeply
pushing her tongue inside. For a few minutes they were simply lovers but the
voices from the witch's deepest hiding place would not rest. She pushed the
slayer away. She went through the toy bag until she found what she wanted.
Before she moved away she returned and took out a bottle of lube. Buffy with
her pants still around her ankles bend over the desk in the room. The slayer
bent putting both hands on either side of the desk. Willow pulled her legs
as far apart as the pants would let them go. The redhead put lube on her
fingers and wormed them in to Buffy's backside coating the passage. The
voices had been angry about this; they wanted it done with out comfort or
pleasure.
Willow then pushed a medium sized butt plug into her lover. The voices had
wanted large, huge, THEY WANTED PAIN! Demanded pain! They told the redhead
the slayer was chosen to suffer.
Willow then picked the paddle back up and began to hit her lover, her Buffy,
across her the plug. The slayer was now making small sounds that might have
been pain or pleasure. Willow found herself hesitating. That and counting
each stroke out loud. All the time the voices had been in control they never
wanted her to count the strokes or watch the time. They told her it took
away from the punishment.

When Willow got to ten she saw a single tear fall from Buffy's eye. She
stopped. "Voices be damned. "
She didn't want to do this she wanted to make love with the slayer. The
voices agreed if she punished her at the same time. The voices were afraid
now. Willow could feel it.
The doctor dug in the bag until she found the double cock. The voices
screamed obsentives at this choice. They screamed other things, other ideas.
They pledded. They begged. They promised.
Willow stripped off her clothes as she walked over to Buffy taking her hand
like a lover. She pulled the slayer to the edge of the bed. Pushing Buffy to
the floor she opened her legs to let the slayer in. Buffy knew what to do.
The slayer liked doing this, it wasn't punishment. It was heaven.
Buffy pulled Willow's hips out a little to dip her tongue inside her lover.
She ran her tongue gently up and down Willow's lower lips teasing her.
Buffy's voices were confused. She was serving her mistress but she was also
making love to her. "They screamed you can't do both at the same time."
Buffy no longer cared what the voices said.
The blond continued to tease her love. Willow gently ran her hands through
Buffy's hair loving the feel of Buffy's tongue inside her. Buffy slid two
fingers in just as she began a soft tongue lashing across Willow's clit.
Buffy increased her tongue movement and fingers. Then she sucked hard on her
lover's clit and Willow exploded into orgasm. The voices inside Willow were
frantic. The slayer was trying to tell her own to go to hell when they too
let themselves be known. Still the slayer managed to give Willow a gentle
kiss on the inside of her thigh before pulling back.
Willow clutching her ears with one hand and hastily told the slayer, "Put
this in me now." Pointing at cock.
Buffy obeyed, and took the double dildo from her lover. It was 12 inches
long on each side and an inch ½ wide. Buffy thought it reminded her of
Angel. She then took the lube Willow had left out and rubbed some of it on
the beast before she began to slide it in her lover. Willow was so wet
already it slid in the tight passage easily.
Somehow Willow ended up on the floor with Buffy. It took them a little while
to figure how to best connect to each other. Their voices were screaming
loader then a rock band with a maxed out speaker system. It was hard for
either to think. Both had to cover their ears half the time. But they needed
this. Wanted it with all of their souls. When Willow slide the head of the
cock into Buffy, the voices began to die away. When Willow pulled the dildo
back then slammed it into Buffy the voices began to return to the darkness
inside her mind. Buffy moaned with this stroke pulling back and slamming
into Willow. Willow's voices too were in retreat or surrendering.
No one will ever know how long they went on like this. Pushing and pulling
the dildo into each other. With each stroke the spell was slipped a little
more. The evil that came from the outside fled into the demon realm where it
had come from. The voices that were from inside of the two women began to
return to the dark recesses of the mind.
The voices that were our doubt, our fears, our fantasies. The voices that we
never admit live in us but do. These were the voices the spell had brought
to the surface and let out into the light. It was the truly frightening part
of evil. It could use the things we hid inside to destroy us or the world.
The slayer and hacker pumped until they were raw and reduced to nothing but
tears. In the End the Spell was broken. The two lovers feel asleep in each
other's arms still connected body, soul and latex object.

They woke together and stared into the others eyes, hoping the past week had
been a dream. Knowing fate had yet again passed them something heavy to
carry.
"Willow are you ok?"
"Ok Buffy I am so sorry...." Buffy stopped her by putting fingers to her
lips. Then kissing her.
"Will it wasn't you. Not really and it wasn't that bad because I was with
you."
Willow just smiled and returned the slayers kiss. They stared for a while
not knowing what to do until the slayer, back to her old self took control.
"We seem to still be connected here Will"
"Ah yeah." Willow said looking down.
"Stay still honey, I don't want to hurt you." Buffy said before she pulled
the dildo out of her lover then out of herself. With that task completed
Buffy pulled Willow to her feet and kissed her lovingly.
Willow got a good look for the first time at the bruises she had placed on
her lover and tears began to fall.
"Sh, Will, it's ok." Buffy held the witch on the bed for a while and let her
cry.
When she finished they both just held each other until sleep again took
them.

Willow awoke in the slayer's arms. The blond held Willow across her chest
tightly while she snored into the witch's hair. The tiny movements the
hacker had made while looking up at Buffy were enough to wake her lover up.
"Will you ok?" Buffy said sleepily.
"I should be asking you that?" Willow said running a finger along a bruise
across the slayers breast.
"I'm fine Will really." Willow gave her resolve face. "Ok, I am a little
sore." Willow gave her more resolve face. "Ok, my but hurts like hell, but
I'm ok. It will all fade in a day or two."
"Let me see. " Willow said already pushing the slayer to roll over.
Buffy rolled over feeling uncomfortable being nude for the first time since
the spell took affect.
Willow let her doctor persona come out and began running her eyes critically
over Buffy's back. The slayer was definitely bruised and beaten. Willow
could see whip and belt marks. The bruise showed the patterns of different
kinds of whips, belts, paddles, belt buckles and cords. Her forensic
pathology degree gave her experience in these things. Most of the bruises
were old and fading. All save Buffy's butt. They were fresh and from a
paddle. Willow almost began crying again as her mind went over giving her
lover each and every mark. Willow took a deep breath and brought her
clinical self, back to finish the job at hand.
She focused on her bottom for a while then burst out laughing. Sometimes
when you couldn't cry anymore you just had to laugh.
"Ok I am glad you find my body so funny, I live to keep you amused." Buffy
said starting to roll over
"Buffy wait, that's not why I am laughing." Willow said as she pushed the
blond back onto her belly.
"Buffy you are still wearing the butt plug." Willow said in a fit of
laughter.
"Oh"
"I'll take it out."
"No! Wait!, leave it in." Buffy said pulling out of Willow's path. "At least
for now Will."
Willow thought that maybe Buffy didn't trust her anymore and began to get up
off the bed.
"Willow I want to do something."
"Sure, anything." Willow said from beside the bed.
Buffy pulled Willow back to the bed rolling her beneath the slayer's nude
body. Buffy began kissing Willow working her way down the redhead. "Buffy
aren't you too sore for this." Willow asked, concerned.
"Willow I love you but shut up."
Buffy continued to make her way down Willow. She went quickly and pulled her
legs apart nor to gentlly. The slayer set a hard fast pace by pushing two
fingered in her lover's pussy wetting them before shoving them in her ass.
The blond then barried her face as deeply as she could get it into the red
haired crotch. Though Buffy was gentle there was no gentleness to her
actions. Willow wasn't a slayer and had no slayer healing abilities. She was
sore from the night before yet the soreness didn't stop her from moaning in
pleasure. Buffy expertly flipped around and pushed her light brown pussy in
Willows face. Willow took Buffy's lead and quickly got to work on the
slayer's clit. The harder Buffy licked and sucked the harder Willow licked
and sucked. Willow was building to crescendo when Buffy gave her an order.
"Willow you are not allowed to come until I give you permission."
When the witch said nothing, Buffy stopped all motion. "Will, do you
understand?"
"Yes, no cuming." Willow answering while slowing her movement. After all she
had done much worse to Buffy. Abused her the women she lovered it was more
then fair Willow told her self.
"Until I say too, Right?" Buffy ordered.
Willow returned to pumping her lover answering "yes" before sucking the
slayer's clit into her mouth.
Buffy knew she was pushing it. Once again she was taking one of those leaps
of faith that logic didn't support. But she had to get Willow back. She knew
that Willow had the same memories she herself had of their week in heaven
and hell. Though most was hell some of it had been heaven simply because she
was with Willow.
That and they had gotten married in a church. Buffy had always wanted to
marry with Willow at her side.
Yes! some of it was heaven.
Buffy continued to torture her lover with pleasure placing a third finger in
her ass. Willow let go of the slayer's clit and moaned before begging,
"Buffy, I have to come, please." She was trying to hold it as long as she
could but it was just too much pleasure.
The blond pulled away long enough to say "Willow I said No." Then returned
to her task mercilessly.
"Please! Buffy want to! I have to do! please." Willow was shaking by this
point.
Buffy stopped and moved away from the women she loved. Secretly praying she
hadn't over stepped her bounds. "You have to make me cum first."
"Of coarse honey, anything."
"Remember you said anything. Willow." Willow didn't like this game but she
was on fire. Her body was consumed with unfulfilled desire. It wasn't just
this session but all the ones while the spell was ruling their bodies. It
hurt in deep in her soul.
Buffy pulled Willow off the bed. As the witch's feet hit the floor she felt
the wetness run down her leg.
"Buffy, what ever you what me to do? I'll do it. I love you."
Buffy handed Willow the red paddle she had used on Buffy the night before.
"Ten" Buffy answered
Willow misunderstanding looking at the paddle and positioned herself on the
desk the way Buffy had been the night before."
Buffy gentle turned Willow around saying, "Willow I love you, but that's not
going to make me cum."
"I don't understand." the confussed witch answered.
"Yes you do, nobody knows me better then you. It's been you holding me
together for years. You have been there for the bad and the good alike.
We've talked about if before. My cutting. We both have dark sides. Ours just
seem to be brought out in the open public display. For our friends and
family to laugh at. But you know what? Will, we are still together. I don't
know about you but this last week, some of the time I liked it. Not the pain
part, well maybe some of it. But I liked that it was you, Will. That you
loved me enough to stay with me.To give me these because you loved me" Buffy
said pointing at her bruised bottom.
"Buffy I never meant." Buffy kissed her pulling her close. "Let me finish,"
Buffy said as she began to gently rubbing her hand through Willow's crotch.
"And no cuming, at least not yet."
"Cruel." Willow said as she rocked with the slayer's slow movement.
"That's the idea. Anyway the point is the spell used our dark sides against
us. I know you have fantasy about leather and domenatex land. Mostly because
you don't know how to be mean to anything or any one. You got walked on a
lot in your life. So you got control issues. I have pain and punishment
issues. "
"You just never see how wonderful you are, how beautiful You are Buffy,
everything in the world isn't your responsibility." Willow said kissing
Buffy
The Kiss lasted until the slayer felt Willow's muscle contract slightly and
almost cum. She pulled away and slowed her hand. "Ah, no cumming!" "But
Buffy " Willow wined wondering how long her body could stay on the edge of
orgamism before dying.
"The spell brought it all out. Way out of control and with big evil but we
both know some of it was us. The part that married you yesterday. Willow,
the part that said I do. That was me."
"Uh, " Willow moaned before speaking, "Buffy it was you I married. That's
why I got the rings." Willow ran her hand over the belly buttom ring. " I
realized they forgot the ring.
"And you thought belly rings?"
"Well we were under the influence," Willow stated. Buffy just laughed.
"Ok little girl, do you still want to cum." Buffy said slipping in a finger
and pulling in out.
"Still being cruel, and if it's with you then yes."
"Then I want ten just like yesterday." Buffy said handing her the paddle.
"You really want this?"
"Yep"
"You know you don't have to prove anything to me."
"Yep" Buffy said taking up her place at the desk.
"Buffy I can't"
"Willow you know I liked it, I can't foul you that way. I said 10! Will not
half a day with a belt until Angel or Your boss finds us and knock us out. I
want to cum and you are going to make me cum. Got it."
"I am not doing this ever again, you know that." Willow said moving behind
Buffy.
"At least for a while Willow." Buffy smirk out.
"Buffy."
"I said I liked it."
"What if I don't"
"Willow ten, now or do I torture you more." Buffy said turning around and
fingering her lover quickly.
"Buffy you still have the plug in."
"I know and I want it there. Now ten."
"But you." Willow didn't finish because Buffy was facing her arms crossed
giving her "the do it or else slayer look."
"Fine." Willow said and pointed to the desk. "But you count."
The first hit was more of a tap and Buffy answered by saying "Still
waiting."
"The next was hard." Willow was surprised how sore her arm muscles actually
were.
"One, damn Willow not holding back."
The next 7 were softer but far from taps. Buffy counted each one. Willow was
surprised that Buffy was moaning in pleasure. Loudly in pleasure.
The slayer's sound effects encouraged her while erasing some of the bad
memories of the spell. The last two were hard and fast and aimed at the
plug. Finished Willow and kissed the slayers back feeling the fire and
wetness drip down her own legs. Buffy moaned with each kiss. Then some how
managed to slide around Willow trading places with her. With her hands on
top of the Redhead's the slayer pushed Willow into the same position bent
over the desk. The slayer whispered "Close your eyes and trust me."

Willow hear Buffy rattling the toy bag and taking off her pants. She then
felt the cold feel of lube and the head of a phallus pushed against her back
opening. "I know this always makes you come harder." Buffy whispered in her
lover's ear before gently sliding all the way in. The slayer remained still
as she kissed Willow's back. "You still can't come until I tell you."
"Buffy I can't hold out long." The witched whispered holding back the
pleasure. Buffy smiled knowing how much Willow loved back action. She
remained still while she slid her hand around and found the redhead's clit.
Buffy played her like a violin. Never letting her cum but keeping her on the
edge. It was all too much for Willow. She began to beg, to pled. Tears of
pleasure and frustration rolled down her face. But she would not let Buffy
down; she would not cum until she was given permission. Thankfully Buffy was
strong. She held Willow on her feet while she tortured her. Buffy too put
off cuming over and over. She was going to push Willow to the edge before
she bought her back.
Willow continued to beg but her sentences had long since become babble. She
let Buffy ride her as if she were a horse in full cantor. The witch bucked
and wiggled slowly being drive out of her mind, more thoroughly then
anything the spell had done. When Buffy was growing tired she leaned forward
and kissed the witch on the back of the neck. "Cum with me Will, Cum with
me."

The four maids cleaning the rooms around the honeymoon suite where startled
by the unison screams of what sounded like two women in a porno movie. It
lasted only a few minutes at concert level. Still they were reassured by
oldest among them saying, "It's only the honeymoon suite. I told you about
finding the two chicks asleep on the floor in there this morning. Didn't
even know I was there."

They both sank to the floor once Buffy had pulled out. Holding each other
while their breath returned to normal. Buffy stood up first. Taking the belt
off and placing it in their growing stack of used toys. Returning she said,
"You need a bath."
"I agree honey, but can I take it alone. I don't trust myself with you right
this minute."
Buffy pulled her lover to her feet and kissed her. "I know what you mean."
Willow started to the bathroom when she remembered the plug. "Oh Buffy let
me take the plug out. You have practically worn it for a whole day."
"Ok, just be gentle. " Buffy said in a little girl's voice laughing and
kissing Willow.
"Ok Dr. Rosenburg is back! Now over the desk again." Buffy bent over the
desk and waited for Willow to remove the blue object from her body." Buffy
had been surprised that it felt good in its present location.
Willow began to remove it slowly only to find Buffy unconsciously pushing
back and moaning, She couldn't help it. Willow pulled it out half way and
pushed it back in. Buffy only moaned and rocked against the desk.
Willow began to sea saw it in and out of the girl. The witch moved her had
around and fingered what she knew had to be one sore pussy. Still she slid
two fingers in and fingered her clit.
It didn't take long before maids in the hall heard an even loader moan or
scream. "See women know how to do it." "And Lois, they have staying power.
See how long those two have been at it. My Manny, two minutes and he's sound
asleep."
Later after baths, clean up, clothes search Buffy picked up the phone to
call her parents.( Mother and Step father.) Willow was still trying to find
away around wearing the only thing they seemed to have besides sex toys.
Leather. Lots of Leather. Willow wondered how many cows she was responsible
for.
Buffy was still trying to get an answer when there was a knock at the door.
"Buffy never mind, they're here." Willow said
"Who"
"Everyone I think."

Seconds before Angel was going to bust down the door Buffy through it open.
"Leg in the air. That's a new look Angel. Oh and come in"
"Are you ok sweetheart." Joyce asked.
"Fine, were both fine." Buffy smiled letting them all in.
"So Willow is ok as well?" Giles asked looking around the room for her.
Buffy leaned in and whispered. "She is fine, embarrassed, but fine. She's
hiding in the bathroom until she gets her courage up or you all leave. Not
sure which."
Xander had already gone over to the bed and was bouncing on it. Honey moon
Suite at the motel 6 on Hollywood Blvd. Got to say you both know how to
live. And Buff what's with the leather? Channeling Faith again."
Buffy sat down next to Xander on the Bed. "Xander honey I am no longer under
the influence of evil unlike when I bought this outfit," She then tossed him
to the floor. "So now is not a good time to push me Xander."
"Yep our Buffy is back." Xander laughed.
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Chapter 9
In Love, with Your Ghost

Willow sat, curled at the end of the couch reading one of her medical
journals while Buffy used her lap as a pillow. The Slayer was stretched
comfortable across her lover watching the Silent version of Nusferato Xander
had bought the blond for her birthday. As Jonathan Harker was walking about
the count's castle Buffy's fingers rubber her belly and peeked up at
Willow's face. Willow noticing Buffy's gaze leaned down and kissed her.
The spell had returned, the soft shy world of young love they once had
when they first began to make love. They were both cautions, caring and
attentive, very attentive. Every night ended with them making love, then
holding each other and every morning began with them waking in one another's
arms and then making love. Gentle love, like the first time they ever
touched
each other. The spell meant to drive them apart, meant to make it impossible
for them, to continue as lovers, had only served to bring them together. To
renew their love. They knew things about each other. They knew the secrets
people do not even admit to themselves, but they had still found a way to
love
after facing the blackest part of their souls. Neither wanted to live
without the other. What would be the point?
Willow and Buffy were, for better or worse, back to as close to normal,
as a slayer and witch can get. Now, all that was left for the Scooby gang
was to find the spellcaster. The trail was cold, before the first. "I do"
Was said, so no one really thought they would complete this puzzle.
Willow deepened her kiss, as she covered Buffy's hand rubbing her belly
ring. The two lovers were so self absorbed, they never heard Faith, until
she
dropped her date on the floor beside the couch.
"See didn't I tell you this was the place to go for a real girl girl show.
Thunderbird shit!"
Willow held back an angry Buffy, while she watched the drunken Faith dig
through the basement refrigerator looking for alcohol.
"Damn red, don't you have anything stronger than beer?" The former slayer
said, before downing a complete can.
"No, Buff and I ain't big drinkers."
"And I thought I read in one of those journal of yours that Acholohism was
high among queers. So red you really don't have to be this square. Other
dykes drink. Maybe, you should she a doctor, about it or something."
"That's it." Buffy was across the room and had Faith pined against the wall
in a heart beat.
"What! Will not spanking you enough these days, and I heard how much you
get.."
Faith did not get to finish, as Buffy slapped her across the face.
Faith just smiled and tasted the blood dripping down her split lip.
Willow slid between, the two women before Buffy really did try and hurt
Faith. "Honey, I told you, as much as she deserves it you can hit her. Her
body can't take anymore." Willow knew this was the big punishment for Faith.
She no longer was a slayer. Her body still had some slayer features but the
brain damage made it impossible for Faith to be in the game. Truth was
Faith's memory was fried. She was, only a pale image of the proud slayer,
she
once was. It was a go thing too, Faith, was dangerously brain damaged
enough.
"Arrg!" Was all the slayer, said before hitting the wall and then leaving
the
basement.
"Happy?" Willow said, as she returned to sit on the couch, carefully
stepping
around Faith's boy toy for the night.
Faith opened another beer and downed it. "Touchy."
"So is there something you want? Other, than a medical service after that
much
alcohol and your seizure med mix."
"Hey, I am following doctor's orders. I take the pills with plenty of
liquid." She drank, a third of another beer to prove her point.
"Faith, I went into pathology so I would never have a patient like you.
Still, I thought Dr Robins told you to at least keep it down to a six pack a
night and no hard stuff. You have downed at least 4 beers in-between
insulting my wife, so if there is a point to your visit then get to it.
Because Hippocratic oath or not, I'm not your doctor."
"Oh right, your hypocrite standing oath, right. Red you are still a bitch,
you
know that?"
"A bitch that could kill you from were I sit. Witchcraft is not a nice way
to die. Now, why are you here?"
Faith walked around and kicked the man laying on the floor gentle in the
butt. "Him"
"Can you maybe expand on that a little," Buffy said, from the door. She had
a
bottle of Jack Daniel's in her hand and a couple of glasses."
"Hey B, the good stuff." Faith said, heading to Buffy
"Well F, I just hope Willow is right and this stuff does kill you, now
what's
with the guy." Buffy had stepped back to indicate Faith would have to give
her a reason to release the bottle.
"Wolfman and Hart lawyer. He's a lousy fuck. But he will talk in the sack.
Somebody big, purchased that spell for you. They brokered it though Wolfman
and Hart. I figured you wouldn't listen to me, so I brought him." Faith held
out her hand and Buffy gave her a glass and filled it with whiskey.
Willow knelt down and checked the guy out. Buffy watching asked, "How is
he?"
"Mostly drunk, a lot like somebody else in this room,"
"Ha Ha Red." Faith said as she flopped in a chair with the stolen bottle
poring another drink.
"Yeah, he is going to have to sleep it off." Willow then lifted the mans
collar and checked the bruises around his neck. They were little more then
bruises but it still made Willow sick and angry. "Did you have to choke
him?"
"Gets off on it. Autoerotic stimulation is the textbook for it. Don't tell
me you two S & M queens missed that on. Hey, I almost did but I read about
it
in this P D James novel. Unsuitable job for a Women. Red, I thought you got
off on all that mystery novel stuff."
"I'm amazed" Willow said, as she sat down beside Buffy.
"That Faith could say all that with out slurring her words?" Buffy said, as
she took Willow's hand.
"No, that Faith read something besides a comicbook."
"Full of surprises ain't I. Do you two, have to be so god damn touch feebly
all the time?" Said Faith, who was still drinking, but slowing down to let
the
room spin.
"Faith, I know how much you love those comicbooks. And when you don't have
any, like when you lived with us after you got out the hospital, you picked
up things to read laying around the house. You read my medical journals and
Buffy's Archaeology today."
"Yeah, so?" Faith knew there was a point to this, her mind was trying to
make
the jump but was having trouble remembering all the facts. She could not
remember
being evil or the mayor. She did not doubt it. She had a lot of hate inside,
she just could not remember it.
"Faith outside of staying with us, or Angel, you don't have a lot in the way
of
books. I know you read and borrow stuff from us and Angel, but you don't
keep
a lot of stuff."
"I like to travel light, again so?" Faith took another drink. Willow was
being nice to her which meant something was wrong. Faith just took another
sip and gave up on her brain.
"Well, that's just it Faith. You don't have a great long term memory anyone
since the accident. So if you can remember the plot of a P D James novel I
would guess you that you must have read it recently in the last year or two.
"You know I can read, this shouldn't be a shock Red." Faith said, but she
had
no hatred in he voice.
"Faith, as much as I hate you, this isn't about that. Not only, can you
read,
you remember almost everything you read. Not photographically, but in
action.
You and Buffy both relate what you read to your lives. You get off on
choking
people, you read a book about a murder. Accident using that as a base. It
really is a slayer thing."
"Choking people!" An alarmed Buffy spoke.
"NO!" Both Willow and Faith answered together.
"B, she means the memory thing. And you're the one with the college degree.
You really should have read you psyche book. Lots of got slayer, kill facts.
Willow gave it to me when I was learning how to walk again."
Faith said proudly.
When Faith woke up from the coma, it wasn't like a TV movie. It took her
more then two years to learn to walk and talk again. Faith began reading all
their old textbooks. Over and Over again. Faith read them. Enjoyed them but
her memory was gone. It took her a long time, to become Faith again. To just
remember her name. So she read a book a few dozen times. It was not like she
remembered doing it the first time so each time was new. Faith had managed
to
find some part of herself but her seizures and memory kept evil Faith away.
"Faith, PD James, like Ruth Rendell, is a British Mystery writer."
"The Unkindness of Ravens. Dyke There is a Dyke in that story." Faith said
lost in her own world. She was remembering something and it was important
but she just could not get her drunk damaged brain to pick it up.
"Yes, that's a very good Rendell novel. Who else were you reading?"
"Yeah, Red like you care?"
"Faith, we do care, and you know it. Now tell Will, what she wants to know,
it's really important."
"Something, I can see it. Library, I hate libraries. Damn Scooby gang, Only
want to be B's friend. Hate me."
Willow looked into Buffy's eyes. They both held each other preying they
did not force her into another seizure, but both knowing the answer was
important. Faith knew it too, she was forcing her mind to remember.
"No not high school. After, after coma. Walk about. I was on a walk about
San Francisco. Blond stud used and abused. Found me. Pay me. Library lots of
books. Old books. Don't want to read old books. Show me new stuff. Mystery
section. "No books from the colonies." The last sentence, Faith said in her
best Wesley voice. Lots of James, Adam Dalgish and Inspector Westford. "Like
the old guy. Let me go to Soho. Pick up comics and men. Wanted to watch.
Made them pay extra to watch. Old guys like Westford but not smart nice
guys, tweed guys. Unfuckable tweed guys."
Buffy caught Faith before she fell and Willow moved the glasses and bottle
away. Buffy moved the dark haired women to the floor away from furniture and
let her finish her seizure.
Willow examined her after this and then Buffy carried her to the den to
sleep on the couch.
When Buffy returned to the basement she found that Willow had magiced the
guy on the floor to the couch and covered him with a blanket. Buffy chuckled
a little, when she saw that Willow had chained the guy by the ankles to the
wall. It was a long chain they sometimes used when Oz visited that time of
the month.
"We really do have a lot of chains in this house." The slayer stated.
"Occupational hazard. Faith ok?"
"That's subject to interpretation, but she pinched my butt and told me I
have a nice ass. She'll live."
"Damn now there are two things, I agree with Faith on. You do have a nice
butt, Slayer."
"And play your cards right witch, and you may get to see it sans cloths,
unlike Faith."
Willow just starred at Buffy, her resolve face in place.
"What?" Buffy said defensively.
"Someday, love, you are going to tell me that story. I should warn you
that you talk in your sleep."
"Oh." Buffy said, then looked at Willow, "Oh - Ah what exactly did I say
because I only ever slept with Angel once, but I dreamed about him lots. You
know that, remember in college? I'll shut up now."
"Channeling me. Different babble mode. Honey I love you. I was teasing Buff.
But I'm not stupid. Faith, may use and abuse studs of the day, but you. She
has
a big hard on for you. Always has. I just figured when the time was right
you would tell me about, but that was high school."
"So, I don't have to tell you tonight."
"No. I would rather do something with a lot less words involved."
The two women had talked there way up the stairs and were now locking the
basement door. Wolfman and Hart, could wait until morning or sober, which
ever
came first.
"Buffy, I want you to get ready for bed, get any toys you want out, then
wait
for me. I'm going to check on Faith and then "
"Wordless communication." Buffy finished bouncing on her toes.
Willow just smirked and kissed her.
Willow checked on Faith, placing a trash can beside her. Then the witch
picked
up the phone and called her 'father in law' Willow wondered why 'father in
law' popped in her mind, but it did make her smile.
"Hello"
"Hi Joyce, is Giles around?"
"Is everything ok. Buffy's alright?" The frightened mother asked.
"Fine, she's out killing evil." Willow did not like lying to Joyce, but she
did not want Buffy and Joyce doing the mother daughter thing now. The red
head had different plans for her daughter. So Buffy was stripping, as they
spoke. Evil was the opposite of love and the slayer was going to be
practicing love. So she was going to be killing evil. Willow wondered why
she had to rationalize everything.
"Oh, Good." The happy mother said. "I'll just drag him out of the den.
Willow heard footsteps and whispers, then she heard Rupert Giles pick up the
phone.
"Willow, is everything alright?"
"Fine Giles, no that's not why I called."
"Please I am listening" said the former watcher.
"Faith picked up a Lawyer with Wolfman and Hart. She said that they brokered
the spell. Angel already found this much out already. He is passed out drunk
in the basement. I kind of used Oz's chains so he is not going anywhere
until morning."
"Yes we still be careful, lawyers and all."
"If he was drunk picking up Faith, he can't be high up, I figure he is just
a
fishing trip for Wolfman and Hart. He is not really my big concern."
"Alright just tell me." Giles said, as patiently as he could.
"It's Faith. When Faith was being drunk Faith she mentioned something. A
book she read. It was an English Mystery Novel. "
"Doesn't sound like Faith" Giles said
"My thoughts exactly. So I questioned her. I questioned her into a seizure,
not that the alcohol didn't help. Sorry my Doctor slipped out. Just of what
I got from her was that "tweed guy paid her. She was kept in a library with
lots of old books. Only thing she could read was English Mystery writers.
They let her go to Soho for comicbooks and men."
"Your saying Faith was in England."
"Would be my guess, but her mind is muddled. With the amount of damage there
it's really hard to get a clear picture. But my best guess from what I got
out of her before she went to 'as Buffy calls it, shake rattle and sleep
land', was that sometime on one of her walkabouts, she went to San Francisco
when the counsel offered to pay her to let them study her. They took her
back to England."
"Are you sure?"
"No, but I can check it out at work tomorrow. It is cool, sometimes to be a
CIA agent." Willow chuckled.
"Yes, well." Giles had no finish, for his adopted child. He loved the girls
more, than if they were his very own. He loved Xander too. They were his
children. Every time Jesse or Xand Jr. sat on his knee and called him
grandpa, Rupert Giles said a small pray of thanks to God. It was more then
he deserved.
"Goodnight, Giles I'll give Buffy your love. Bye"
"Ah, Bye."

Buffy was stretched across the bed, like a tiger waiting to pounce on it's
prey. Willow noticed that between the slayer's legs was a mount waiting for
Willow to saddle it.
"So Giles and Mom ok?"
"We've been a couple too long." Willow replied taking off her cloths.
"And yet here we are."
"Right, were we were meant to be. Buffy I love you."
"Ditto, now get those pants off and get over here, I most started without
you."
"Starting without me, is punishable under the Willow code, by no less then
ten
lashes or a week without sex."
"Do you really think you could go a week with out sex? Nympho witch."
"Hey, just because you aren't getting any doesn't mean I have to go
without." Willow tossed, the last item of clothing into her pile an began
crawling up the bed."
"Try it. You think Faith, is psycho slayer, trust me. it's not a pretty
site."
"So you're telling me, ten lashes is the way to go." Willow was laughing. as
she
met the slayers lips and began to tongue wrestle. Both women on there knees
upright. Willow laughed, when she felt the phallus bump her leg.
"Only ten, I'm the slayer. No less then 15 and I won't be able to show my
face at the slayer playground."
Willow choice to answer by twisting the phallus hard pushing it into the
slayers clit, while kissing the slayer's neck. Buffy only moaned and bucked
her
hips.
"15, hum, you have been bitchy, no wait that was me." Willow continued to
move the phallus trailing kisses to the slayer's breast. Buffy moaned and
tried to push Willow on her back. Will, stopped that with the touch of her
hands on the slayers thighs.
"15, well you did say I do, and I believe I reserved the right to punish you
for it, later."
"Yes you AaaaH did, sorry you touched a spot ahhh." Willow smiled, looking
at
Buffy's face, as she tortured he love.
"What should I use?" Willow asked standing up leaving a frustrated slayer.
"What do you want to use?"
"No, uh uh, sorry, Ms. Summers, what should I use?"
"Ms. Summers-Rosenburg, got to love those hyphenated names" Buffy said, as
she flopped on her back.
"Like it, but back on topic."
"Non verbal commutation."
"That too, but in a minute, so do you want 15 or should I remand your
sentence."
"Remand nope not that, add to it, but no remand here."
"So what do you want?"
"20 - belt, but after."
"After, After what?"
Buffy shot off the bed, and throw Willow across it. She forced, the Redhead
on her back and was stretched along her side. Buffy began to kiss the witch,
deepening the kiss with her tongue. Buffy let her hand wander, until it
landed
in-between Willows thighs. Buffy knew how to use her hands. She would have
made a super musician with fingers like that. Willow could only describe
Buffy's action as if she were the guitar and Buffy the rock star.
Buffy stayed with Willow kissing her mouth and neck while she played her
body. Willow Screamed out Buffy's name into her lovers mouth. Buffy held her
until her breathing was normal then she slide up her body and with the strap
on entered the redhead. This caught Willow off guard for a second, but only
a second. Buffy set a quick pace, only to became faster. Willow began
holding
off coming waiting for her lover. Buffy had the same look she had when she
was slaying vampires. Willow almost laughed at the images, that brought to
her. Finally know she could not hold out longer Willow touched Buffy's face
with both hands and said, "Cum with me Buffy! Cum with me!"
That was all it took. Buffy kissed Willow's neck and came, Willow followed
seconds later. It was a good cleansing orgasm for the lovers. They stayed
together lost, in the still point. Holding each other. Loved.

Then Buffy kissed Willow, sliding out of her. She removed the belt and
phallus. Then she found the belt. Willow had not moved, leaving her eyes
shut. Staying in the moment.
Buffy dived back on the bed, her cat like stance with the belt in her
mouth. When Willow didn't stir Buffy dropped the belt and her head onto
Willow's lap.
Willow opened one eye confused for a moment. "Buffy, I wasn't serious."
"Yes, you were, and so was I! The spell happened can't go back." Buffy said
kissing Willow's belly ring.
"You know I could legally have you locked up right now."
"Nope, never happen, refer to earlier conversation, can go without sex for
more than a week."
"With a belt?"
"Yep 20"
"Across you bottom?"
"Works for me."
"You do know there are people in the house."
"Passed out drunk. Besides, I won't cry out."
Willow gave her resolve face with arched eyebrow.
"Much, no one will hear. Will, you know I like it, if you do it." Buffy was
now fingering Willow's outer lips. Teasing them.
"I should be locked up."
"Yeah- Were do you want me."
"Between my legs."
Buffy ran her fingers inside the lips and flicked Willows clit. Then said,
"Spank first, eat second."
"And you because the dom. when?" Willow said, but she was already pulling
Buffy, to the end of the bed. Placing the slayer on her feet and bending
her
over with her ass in the air. "Ready!"
"Should I count."
"Yes, stop me, if it hurts" Buffy turned crossing her arms and Willow added
"Ok stop me if it hurts too much. You can stop me at anytime." Buffy leaned
over and kissed Willow's cheek, then returned to the correct position.
The first hit was little more than a tap and Buffy answered "One, Your
coffee sucks." Willow almost hit the floor laughing. The next hit was a
little harder. "Two, You hit like a girl."
"That the best insult you could come up with."
"Hit me hard and I'll think of something better."
"Three, You play with dead bodies."
"Four, You drive like your mother."
Number 5 hit Buffy hard across her back side. Buffy moaned in pleasure.
Willow waited for Buffy to count please the slayer was enjoying herself.
"Oh Five"
"No insult?"
"Sorry, that was so light I did even know you hit me."
"Lame." Willow hit the slayer's bottom hard
"Ah, yes" Buffy let out then added. "Six, You mow the law like Xander's
Uncle
Roy."
Willow counted her swings, loving Buffy's insults.
Willow had one more to go, she study the slayers body. Checking the marks
know they would fade by mid day tomorrow. She had covered the slayers bottom
and lower back with red marks now turning blue and purple. She had one more.
"Buffy lay down on your back."
Buffy smiled and jumped on the bed stretching her arms above her head.
Willow brought the belt down across the slayers stomach. Her hard firm
muscular stomach, that Willow admired. Willow kissed the blond on her
stomach and worked her way up her body.
Buffy then jumped up again and dove between Willows legs. She was in hyper
active slayer mode.
Willow was still catching her beneath, when Buffy began sucking on Willow's
clit. Willow had used a belt, but Buffy used her tongue. The slayer worked
her lover over until she was a puddle of nerves.
"No more, can't take any more" Willow begged pulling the slayer's head.
Buffy kissed her way up.
They both slept peacefully.

The next morning, Buffy dressed first. She was nursing a very hung over
Faith
trying to get her to eat, non liquid food. Willow was looking for her notes
in the den when all hell broke lose.
The Phone, fax and pagers all went off. Her computer was receiving e-mail
and the front door was ringing.
"I'll get the door you get the phone honey." Buffy said heading for the
door.
Faith covered her ears and said "I'll stay here and wish to be dead." Then
she another seizure.
So the phone rang and doorbell rang while Buffy placed Faith on the floor
and Willow did the doctor thing.

After only a few minutes Buffy answered the door. Pam was at the door with
another women who Buffy vaguely remembered seeing before but couldn't place
a name with.
"Sorry things were nuts here. Come on in." Pam noticed Buffy checking the
sun before asking them in.
Both women follow Buffy to the kitchen since she had practically ran from
the door.
When they got there they found both Buffy and Willow on there knees beside a
dark haired girl.
"I think the noise triggered it, too many bells and bruises."
"Is she through can I move her back to the couch?" Buffy asked.
"What's going on here?" Martha Reeves asked cautiously.
"She has a seizure disorder. When the phones and beepers all went off at
once it triggered a seizure." Willow explained. Willow knew, that Martha
hated her, and since she was now in the house this meant not good. Pam also
a doctor was on the floor next to Willow. "The drinking didn't help either.
How much has she had to drink."
"A lot, she was drunk when she got here and didn't stop for another hour.
Plus she is notorious for not taking her meds."
"She was born with this, a condition of trauma correct?" Pam asked fingering
a scar on head by her ear.
"Your good, ever think about becoming a forensics scientist." Buffy said
only to get evil stares from the room.
"Tough crowd. And yes brain damage after falling from a 3 story building
after I stabbed her." Buffy said it before she even thought about it.
"What"
"Mrs. Reeves it doesn't matter. It's a long story." Willow said, as the FBI
assistant director continued to stare at her lover.
"Well she seems stable for now, but she should see her doctor today."
"She'll sleep most of today. I'll call Michael and she if by hell do a house
call." Willow said
"So this is normal for her?" Pam asked
"Normal and Faith, are not two words I would use in a sentence but she has
done
this before. Her neurologist is a friend of mine. He does house visits for
me. If he has a problem, he'll commit her for a few days."
"Did you say commit her?" Martha asked
"Yeah- Dry her out, get her meds back in order. With Faith everything is
all or nothing so a drug treatment alcohol slash mental health place is
about the only way to get her stable."
"Only she has to want to go" Buffy said sadly "Can make her stay."
"Can you handle her alone?" Pam asked
"Oh yeah, we are old friends at this, Why is Willow going some where?" Buffy
asked
"Denver- We need her expertise in Denver Colorado." Martha said.
"We have army transport on stand by waiting for us." Pam added.
"Oh" Was all Willow said.
Buffy started to carry Faith to the Den, when Willow took one end of her
using her hand to point at Martha.
Willow went off to the bedroom to pack. Martha went with her. Reluctant to
let her out of her site. Willow thought, Oh joy spending time with her is
going to be fun.
Buffy and Pam went into the den to pack Willows electronics. Her portable
computer and med kit. The Med kit for field work was in the top of the
closet. Buffy used the desk chair to stand on. As she leaned up her draw
string pants slide down just enough for the shape eyed Dr. Nichols to see
the healing bruises.
"Buffy, you are not still have symptoms are you?" The worried doctor asked.
"Symptoms?" Buffy said turning around on the chair.
"I saw part of your back. Belt marks, Are the bruises and cuts coming back
and leave like the did during the spell?"
The slayer was bright red and speechless. She just stood on the chair
holding the field kit.
"Maybe I should examine them. That's a blood sample."
"NO!" Buffy shouted. Even Faith woke up only to fall back to sleep again.
Willow had come running in the room, "Buffy are you, ok?"
"I saw bruises on her when she was getting the kit down." Pam said, moving
to
the frightened slayer pushing her hips around to face Willow. Buffy was
holding up her pants and the kit not knowing were to hide like a deer in
headlights.
Willow calmly shut the den door practically on Martha and walked over to
Buffy. She took the kit and helped Buffy off the chair. Then she placed the
kit next to her computer case. "I know about the bruises."
"And are you doing anything, is it a second spell we didn't know about or
her body breaking down. Willow this could be series."
"It could be, it might be, but not the way your thinking. I gave her those
last night. They will be gone by lunch. They look what about a week or two
old now?"
"What do you mean you, gave her those bruises? Is the spell?"
"No spell, Pam think about it." Buffy had come up behind, Willow wrapping
her
arms around her stomach pulling her close. Letting her know she was
supported.
"I don't understand."
"Yes, you do" Buffy said "Think about Pam, you're a smart women"
"Pam, the spell it, changed things. It made us look at our dark sides. It
shocked me, how dark that side was."
"Me too, Things you, really don't want to know about yourself" Buffy
continued
"So we saw, we did things."
"We liked, some of the things we did, at least I did." Buffy said as she
blushed.
"So now you what beat your girl friend for kicks."
"With in reason. We got a book. I made Buffy read it too."
"You didn't make me, encourage maybe" Buffy said
"S and M Guide Book you're kidding?"
"Are, either of us laughing?" Willow stated resolve face in place.
"Ok, so you, I don't even want to think about it."
"Good" Was Buffy's response
"It means a lot to me, you care. I know the whole spell thing got out of
control. This is the best we can deal with. It's kind of fun." Willow
said, kiss Buffy's cheek.
"What do you think Buffy?" Pam asked
"Willow's better with words, than I am, but I like. Something, inside of me
really likes it. You know, Willow doesn't really hurt me. I'm the slayer. I
could ripe her in two and you know it. So if I really didn't like it, I
would
stop her."
"It's not like we do it all the time. Just once in a while. Last night was
the only time since our honeymoon."
"Consenting Adults. Great. I guess, I should have known the spell would
change something. Is there anyone you can see, a therapist maybe."
"I'm not getting locked up again" Buffy said.
"Pam, I thought about it. Buffy and I tried a therapist with disastrous
effects.
But you're right, we should find someone to help us."
"Support group maybe. I think they have S & M groups. In the mean time you
have me. I did two turns in psychiatrist. We will talk about this more. This
is not over! You both understand this? Right ladies."
"Right." They both said and Buffy saluted.
Pam then roughly turned Buffy around and peek in her pants. "Well, was it
worth it?" Pam asked
"Oh yeah, I made Willow come so hard she couldn't speak for an hour." The
slayer answered pulling up her pants. Willow, was as red as her hair.
"So Willow had a good time, what about Buffy?" Pam asked laughing
"Oh Buffy cam hard too, Buffy still not talk, very non verbal." Buffy said
in cave slayer voice.
Pam and Buffy just laughed, as Willow tried to curl up into the furniture
while
she packed her computer and med kit. In an hour the FBI/CIA were all out the
door. The slayer was dumping cold water over a very human, hung over demon
lawyer, while Faith slept the day away.

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Chapter 10
We Are Detective

Military transport really hasn't gotten any better in the last 30
years, Doctor Rosenburg thought to herself, as memories of her Uncle David's
National Guard trips to Panama on a C1-30 ran through her head. The plane
was cold and the seatbelts out of a science fiction novel. Even with all the
equipment on board, the C-1 was far too large for 3 women, 10 seals, and
their lab equipment. The 10 navy seals in civie's were in the front sits
with Lt. Col. Simon Luggues. The space between the men and the 3 women only
illustrated how large the plane was.
Willow had read the brief, it said little more then the car radio had
told her. A bunch of college kids, many from wealth families had gotten
themselves killed, either by, for or because of a demon cult.
"Wanna a bee's, Anything but Wanna bee's " Willow whispered out the window
in a silent prayer to the lesser gods of the skies. Still it was a pretty
view. Flying over the Rockies was breath taking. Willow rubbed her belly
ring thinking how much Buffy would love the view.
They landed at the old Staplton Airport. Meet by 4 FBI cars and two black op
military vans. The seals loaded all the equipment while Pam and Martha did
the Bureau thing, Photo's and field reports.

Willow kept her ears open while she got into on of a car and plugged her
computer in to the FBI feed.
It took the redheaded doctor 5 minutes but she was into the corner's reports
and scene files. Another minute and she was cross-referencing scene markers
with occult books. After 5 more minutes she had found the demonic cults
using those found at the scene. Two reviling cults. One, a sixteenth century
Armageddon cult and the second, a feral shadow cult. Feral was a modern
group trying to organize the shadow world into returning to there origins.
Not quit the Scourge but not the nice's group of guys on the block. Well at
least Willow knew why project Raven had been brought in. If her guess was
right one or more of the bodies at the sites may not be entirety human.
Lost in her research Willow almost missed Martha Reese call out, "Dr.
Rosenburg, could we get your opinion over here?"
Willow slid out of the car and pushed her way through the crowd of officers.

"Yes Deputy Asst. Reeves?"
"There you are, were have you been?" The older woman asked like a mother
scolding a teenager.
"You wanted my opinion?" Willow may have been working for the CIA by grace
of jail but she would be damned before she would be a slave to the Agency.
"Yes, Willow, Agent Dorth has photo's of ceremonial marks left at the crime
you should look at."
"Dr. Rosenburg, The marks made at the 1st Sloan Lake site were made from
goat's blood. We found the animal near the site."
Willow took the photo's she had already seen via computer.
"Yes I have looked at these already. 1st and 3rd Sloan Lake sites and the
Evergreen site all had the same marks around the outside alter. Marks were
placed there before the killings. The marks from the first Sloan and
Evergreen site were ceremonially placed using the blood of a goat. The 3rd
Sloan site used a bull. I haven't checked moon phase but the bull probably
had something to do with moon phase. Pam you should see if Dr. Wheeler can
look it up for us. We will need Astro checks for all the other sites as
well.

The cult marks at the 2nd Sloan Lake sight, the Scott Carpenter site and the
Cherry Creek site are from a different cult. Still need to check moon phase
and star cycles for all the dates but I don't know of any special holiday
last month. Then again there are two many ceremonial days to just rule that
out. The first group's marks are the Den tra, old medieval cult following
the twin demons Menguar and Celgar. Apocalyptic cult mostly. The second
group are the ones I'm worried about. New cult. Kind of a young Hitler's for
the demon world cult. We need to look at ties with the Feral. Cat People.
The marks made at this sites were human blood mixed with a die found in
cochlea shell. Makes it a deep blue. I will need to get the mark blood run
through analysis first, but it's there usual MO.
"Dr. Rosenburg may I speech to you," Martha looked up as Pam started toward
them. The Deputy Asst. then added "Alone please."
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The two women headed toward an empty hanger. Willow had brought her computer
with her. The witch knew she would have to use it in demonstration soon.
When they were inside, with the lights on, Willow set up the machine on a
empty fuel drum loading up the gathered information.
"How could you have come to those conclusions so fast, Dr. Rosenburg." The
angry FBI agent asked.
"When you and Dr. Nichols were talking I accessed the online computer system
through the cars and up loaded the investigation files."
"You hacked the system?" Dep. Asst. Reeses was amazed and frightened.
"No, Dep. Asst., I am here as an FBI consultian. I have clearance to access
all relative files on the cases." As an after thought Willow added, " I only
use my powers for good Dr. Reese."
"What an interesting approach to life you Dr. Rosenburg." Martha said
holding back her feelings with sarcasm.
"Ok, enough games, Reese. I know you think I should be in jail. You have
went out of your way to make that point often enough. I understand that. And
at first I wasn't a real happy camper about being forced into a job like
this either. But you know what! I gave it a chance and I liked it. Mostly
because Pam gave me a chance too. I'm grateful to her. And because I gave it
a chance I found out I'm good at it. I help people with what I do and I
sleep good at night most of the time." The red head said.
"Dep. Asst. Reese, I can see were me being a FBI agent could cause problems.
I am so not FBI material. I'm too Mulder and not enough Scully. CIA though,
I do fit in there. My life has been a series of unbelievable secrets strung
together for the greater good."
"And I thought you were the shy one." Martha said thinking over the Redheads
statement.
"Ok, let's make a deal, since we need to work together. I need to use the
computer for my work and I "can " ask your permission every time I need to
do something or you can take my word I am not doing anything not ordered by
you, Pam or the CIA. If you want me to explain were I get stuff from I will
do that before I say anything to the other agents. But you need to spell out
what you want from me. How I can help on the case. If not then just send me
back to LA. "
"Keep your friends close but your enemies closer" Reese answered cryptically
. "You're going to be working and stay close to me Dr. Rosenburg. We are
sharing a room. But you're right, working rules might make it easier. First
tell me how you learned so much about the case so fast."
Willow had gone step by step over her finding with Martha. After a couple of
minutes Deputy Reese stopped the girl and retrieved several officers and
Pam. Then she had Willow begin again making her go painfully slow over the
information. Willow was surprised that they all took notes. Pam faxed Dr.
Wheeler her requested for moon phases and cult names and information during
her lecture.
Later they toured the Sloan lake sites. After lunch they finished viewing
the other sites.
Viewing the bodies was put off until the next day. So the women checked into
there rooms and ate diner.
Martha was good for her word. Pam had a room to herself while Willow shared
hers with Dept. Asst. Reese.

Willow had waited around to find a way of calling Buffy when Martha wasn't
in the room but in time she gave up. So the little witch stretched across
her bed in the holiday Inn and dialed on her cell phone. She could see
Martha peek out of corner of her eye from the chair she was watching TV in.

"Hey girlfriend what'cha doing." Willow's sultry voice filled the phone.
Martha couldn't hear the other voice but she had a very good guess that it
was a certain blond haired delinquent.
"Asked you first.'
***********
"Which one"
**********
"Forest Law Upscale slayage tonight." Willow saw Martha looking at her and
explained. "Buffy's involved in a big role playing game. The world of
geekdom."
This time Martha heard Buffy's response "Will you're a lousy liar."

"So you still love me, change of subject, how is Faith?"
********
"Does Michael think he can get her to go back in"
*****HELL*** Frez***** Was all Martha made out.
"That soon, I'll call him. If the seizures keep up she won't really have a
choice."
******s*****d
"Just try and get her to take her medicine."
********s
"You really think Angel can get her to do it?"
*****s
"Hey, I believe in miracles all the time. I'm with you. "
******v
"I am not full of sweet nothings."
********
"Oh! you are so punished when I get home."
**************
"No, Pam is in the other room, I'm with the one who into keeping her enemies
close.
**ve *****ss
"Yes, I am playing nice with the other spies and bullies. I miss you."
*********88
"Me too, oh before I forget, Faith's boytoy in the basement, you to have a
nice chart yet?"
***********
"So how did Angel get him to talk if you couldn't?"
*****
"Immortality... Yep I would talk too, I've scene the size of Angels "Fangs""
******
"You are Bad Buffy"
****B**88
"Is he really that big?"
******
"Did it hurt?"
***
"Oh sorry, I forgot you like pain."

It was all Martha could stand. "Young love." She left Dr. Rosenburg in
search of a drink. Martha was surprise when she found Dr. Nichols in the bar
nursing a beer.
"Want some company."
"Sure Martha, but I thought you were guarding Dr. Rosenburg. Give up and
chain her to the bed?" The 3 beer heavy Dr. Nichols said without thinking.
"Cute Pam, But I get the feeling she would get off of being chained to the
bed. No that would be her girlfriend. Actually Pam, I just had to get away
from Donna and Maria hour," Martha stated before finishing a shot and
ordering another."
"You want to run that by me again."
"Your star redhead and her girlfriend on the phone. Young love. I just can't
take that sweet and bubbly phases, the I love you, I miss you crap. It's
been one day for Christ sake.."
"Yeah, but they do make a cute couple. Martha, give the girl a chance, she
really isn't that bad."
"You really like this kid don't you Pam?"
"Yeah, I do. But she isn't a kid. Good women. I know part of her life is not
by the book."
"Only part?"
"Ok back up, what exactly are you having trouble with, I've never known you
not to give someone a chance before, so what is bothering you?"
"I can't believe it isn't bother you?"
"Agent I need facts, what is it you don't like about Dr. Rosenburg."
"Fine, I'll give you a count down. 1st The kid broke the law! She should be
doing jail time. 2nd Did the kid break the law? No way, not without help
from someone inside. Not for as long as she was doing it. Which leads to
number 3. Who is she working for. Can you be 100% percent sure it's for us,
Pam?" #4. Somebody has been following this kid around for a long time
cleaning up her messes. Most of the Computer files have been cleaned up a
bit but follow the hard trial. Between the kid and her girlfriend they have
one hell of a criminal record. All washed away by someone or something so
high up it doesn't even have a project name.
#5. Take the kids age into account. Her lovers too. Somebody in the
government has been keeping tabs on them since they were in their early
teens, The Summer's girl has hard records dating back to age 3. Weird stuff
too. A whole lot of people sent a lot of time and money searching for the
Summer's kid. I know Black ops when I see it, but black ops on a 3 year old?
" Martha order and drake another shot.
"#6. Look at the good doctor herself. It took her all of 15, 20 minutes to
sum up 3 days worth of work by a team of agents and then send them back to
look for the right clues. This isn't the first time I have seen her do it
either. I know she does it the Sherlock Holmes way and makes you feel like a
fool when she explains it step by step. It all makes sense, but is she
human?
Which brings use to point #7. The Rosenberg may pass for human, may even be
human but I am pretty damn sure her girlfriends isn't. I saw the Chaos Demon
tapes just as you did. No human could have killed that monster, At least not
alone bare handed."

"I didn't know they had shown you the tapes." Pam said surprised

"Yes, the CIA has been showing me a lot of favor since Dr. Rosenburg joined
us. Can't say I like it."

"I'm not sure I like it either to be honest."

"I keep wondering if both Rosenburg and Summers aren't some genetic
experiment. The Initiative wasn't the only one doing them, I figure the way
they have been keep out of jail, watch and shaped that maybe the girls are
control subject the need in the wild. It would explain the paper traces to
both of them. "

"I honestly don't know, and if I did I wouldn't be allowed to tell you.
Buffy regardless of what she might be is working on the right side. She
helps people not hurts them. If you saw the demon she killed then you know
who she is fighting against. But Martha are you sure your not just envious
of Rosenburg. The kid is smart, that's hard to miss but she is just a kid."

"Pam your fond of her I can see that?"

"I'm fond of both of them. "

"And the S & M role playing games? When Dr. Rosenburg didn't show up for
work two weeks ago and you covered for her. Actually the agency covered for
her before you ever said anything. I had her tailed a little. Pam, I was all
ready to believe the spell excess. That was at least Original, but then the
whole slamming the door in my face and taking loud enough to be heard in
Tibet, Conference in the den blew it."

"And you saw the marks when she was on the floor with the girl having
seizures." Pam concluded

"What no defense of Rosenburg?"

"No, they were under a spell and now they are not and what 2 consenting
adults do." Pam trailed off embarrassed by the whole subject.

"Ms. Summers didn't seem to be unhappy when I saw her. Young love. Pam I
have seen sexual role playing by much more normal people then those too. If
that was all it were about I wouldn't give a damn. The same is true of the
whole girl on girl thing with them as well. As you say consenting adults.
But some of the reports I got from the tails. Think of it this was, If I had
a couple guys, girls whatever doesn't matter, and one of the was a trained
killer. Sure she was a cop or something and used her powers for good.
Rosenburg said that to me this morning , powers for good part. Anyway so one
of them can break you in half with her bare hands. And the other member of
the couple is an Einstein type, she can build an H bomb out of old garage
parts and Lysol. As long as they are on the right side, what ever that may
be, everything in kosher. Then somebody slips them some kind of mega PCP
acid pill. They get stoned. You can see what could happen. It doesn't
because there friends do the coffee thing and stay with them. Sober them up.
Plus it helps that the two of them just want to spend all the time screwing
each other. It seems like a nice happy ending. Then the "what if's" start.
What happen if they don't want to screw each other? What if they want to
screw somebody else? What if their friends aren't around? What if's can kill
ya. Do the scariest what if, the one nobody wants to ask is, what if they
like taking the drug? Pandora's Box is open. Hence my worries that Rosenburg
and Summers are still role playing with each other."

"I know it could mean nothing." Pam said
"Or it could mean everything. " Martha sipped her been in silence. Pam did the
same.
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