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buffyfic-digest Sunday, May 31 1998 Volume 02 : Number 212
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: Torn Between Two Lovers 2/? by Dreamscape205
BUFFYFIC: Torn Between Two Lovers 3/? by Dreamscape205
BUFFYFIC: Torn Between Two Lovers 4/? by Dreamscape205
BUFFYFIC: Torn Between Two Lovers 5/? by Dreamscape205
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Date: Mon, 01 Jun 1998 00:06:11 -0400
From: Dreamscape <Angelus@Mediaone.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Torn Between Two Lovers 2/? by Dreamscape205
TITLE: Torn Between Two Lovers 2/?
AUTHOR: Dreamscape205
EMAIL: Angelus@mediaone.net
DISTRIBUTION: Anya, I'll submit it directly through the Slayer's
Fanfic site. Anyone else, it's okay as long as you give me credit,
and email me with the URL I can find it archived.
SUMMARY: A new love...or two... in Willow's life
RATING: this part is more PG-13
TYPE: UTB
SPOILERS: none that I know of...
DISCLAIMER: BtVS and its character's belong to Joss Whedon, the WB,
Fox, and Mutant Enemy. No infringements intended!
Author's Note: text enclosed in < > represent thoughts and feelings.
Part two
< Such an important thing for both of them to forget to mention. >
Willow had talked to Buffy and Xander a few times since they arrived
back in Sunnydale just two days prior. Both had been too busy to meet
with her in person, having to prepare for the "back to school" rush.
Mr. Summer's business took longer than expected, and the teenagers
returned home almost a month later than expected. She was shocked
and surprised at the lack of jealousy she felt, considering the fact
that she had been in love with Xander for years. < hmmm...guess I've
moved on without knowing it. >
Willow walked towards her friends with renewed vigor. Buffy was the
first to notice her and quickly pulled away from Xander. Willow
smiled to herself, noticing her friend's attempt to spare her
feelings. "Hey, Buffy! Hey, Xander! Seems like a lifetime since
we've seen each other!" Willow hugged each of her friends in turn.
She sensed their anxiety in her reaction to their new status, which
had yet to be discussed. She vowed to make it as easy on them as
possible, in light of her recent revelation. < Why torment them with
feelings of hostility, when I can honestly be happy for them. They
are my dearest friends, and that won't change. >
"How's my Willow?" Xander asked anxiously. He wasn't quite ready to
answer to the "what happened with you two this summer" questions.
"We missed you," Buffy added. Buffy shifted on her feet nervously,
and Willow could see she was a bit uncomfortable.
"Not too much, I see!" Willow teased and smiled sweetly. Noticing
the flushed expressions on their faces, Willow added, "Hey guys, I
think it's great...you two together, I mean. You don't have to be
embarrassed...really!"
Buffy noted the sincerity of Willow's words, and was immediately
relieved. She had been so worried about Willow's reaction, ever since
she discovered her true feelings for Xander. < Now, to deal with
Angel. That's going to be a tough one. >
Buffy expressed her concern to Willow during Phys. Ed., while changing
in the girl's locker room.
"I wouldn't worry about Angel, Buffy," Willow confidently reassured
her friend. "He knows full well you are no longer in love with him.
He'll be fine." < He knows, but has he come to terms with it? >
Buffy was taken aback by Willow's confident attitude on such a touchy
subject. "How can you be so sure?"
"Well, I've spent a lot of time with him over the past couple of
months. He told me that you only wanted to be friends. He knows the
score, he'll be fine." Turning away from Buffy, she muttered to
herself, "I'll guarantee it," suddenly aware of how much she wanted to
spare Angel of any pain. < It's so unfair! He's spent the last
eighty years or so in agony over his past. Just when he thought he
was in the position to receive a little happiness, the rug was pulled
out from under him. >
"You and Angel?" Buffy said, and immediately realized she sounded
jealous. < No, I'm not jealous! I love Xander. I'm just surprised
that Angel would be interested in Willow. She and I are so
different. That's all it is! I'm not jealous! >
"Is that a problem?" Willow couldn't believe her ears. < How could
she be jealous? She's the one that dumped Angel! Does she still want
him fawning over her? > Willow slammed the locker door, perhaps
harder than intended. Regaining her composure, she continued her
explanation, "Angel was escorting me to class in the evenings. Giles
was afraid for my safety. Angel was a good friend over the summer,
that's all."
Willow chided herself. < How could I think so badly of my best
friend? > She shook her head, glancing at Buffy, who looked deep in
thought. < No, Buffy isn't petty. I'm sure she still loves Angel in
some way. It's hard letting go. >
Pretending to be engrossed with something in her locker, to avoid
looking at Willow, Buffy dejectedly started to explain, "No, no
problem. I just..." Buffy trailed off. Her 'spider sense" was
tingling. < Perfect timing...I'm not as ready for this conversation
as I thought. > Her voice turned to a whisper. "Will, someone's
here...watching us."
"Are you sure?" Willow's query was barely audible.
Buffy nodded and motioned for Willow to follow her into the gym. As
the door closed behind them, the Slayer leaned close to Willow, "Let's
meet in the library after school. We can discuss what was lurking in
the locker room then."
Willow nodded in agreement, and the two friends headed towards the
rest of the class, where they met up with Xander and told him about
the meeting after school.
------------------------------
Date: Mon, 01 Jun 1998 00:10:55 -0400
From: Dreamscape <Angelus@Mediaone.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Torn Between Two Lovers 3/? by Dreamscape205
TITLE: Torn Between Two Lovers 3/?
AUTHOR: Dreamscape205
EMAIL: Angelus@mediaone.net
DISTRIBUTION: Anya, I'll submit it directly through the Slayer's
Fanfic site. Anyone else, it's okay as long as you give me credit,
and email me with the URL I can find it archived.
SUMMARY: A new love...or two... in Willow's life
RATING: this part is more PG-13
TYPE: UTB
SPOILERS: none that I know of...
DISCLAIMER: BtVS and its character's belong to Joss Whedon, the WB,
Fox, and Mutant Enemy. No infringements intended!
Author's Note: text enclosed in < > represent thoughts and feelings.
Part three
The Slayer and her Slayerettes met up in the library after last bell.
"Giles?!" Buffy called to the seemingly empty room.
The Watcher/Librarian stepped out from the stacks and leaned over the
railing. "Hello, you three. How was your first day back, hmm?"
Xander rolled his eyes. "The only thing better than the first day of
school is having a tooth pulled!"
Buffy nodded in agreement, but changed the subject, "Any new
adventures at hand, Giles?"
"None that I'm aware of."
Buffy hopped up to sit on a nearby table, "Well, the weirdest thing
happened today. Willow and I were being spied upon in the girl's
locker room."
Giles raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure? Perhaps it was just another
student." He dismissed it without another thought.
"No, I'm sure it was something unnatural. I could just *feel* it. I
would say it was a vampire, but a vampire during the day?" Buffy
shook her head.
Giles frowned, "Well...in that case, we better do some digging. There
may be some sort of supernatural event occurring soon."
Xander joined the conversation, "If it was one of the fang gang, why
didn't it attack?"
"Good question." came the reply from within the stacks. They all
looked up and saw Angel emerge.
"Admit it, Angel!" Xander's voice was laced with sarcasm. "It was
you lurking in the locker room...wanting to sneak a peek!"
"Xander!" Willow slapped him on the arm.
"Joking," he said, as he gave Willow a pained expression and reached
up with his other hand to rub his arm.
"Angel," was all Buffy could manage to say.
"Buffy." Angel's brow quirked. He glanced at Willow. < She looks
uncomfortable. What's happening here? > "I came in through the
basement. There's an entrance into the sewer system from there."
Buffy hopped down from the table and turned to face Angel, "We
already know that." She smiled, teasingly.
Willow glanced at Buffy to register any emotions that might show on
her face. She noticed the playful smile Buffy's face held. < How
could Angel see past her to me? Her beauty outshines mine by a long
shot. >
Crestfallen, Willow turned her attention to Angel, who wasn't looking
at Buffy. < He's staring at me, again. Like I've caught him doing so
many times...even before summer vacation. It's almost like he's
studying me. >
He shook his head and turned his attention back to Buffy, "My point
is, that's how a vampire could be in the school during the day. It's
just a matter of avoiding rooms with direct sunlight." He realized he
had been staring at Willow, trying to gauge her feelings, and was
slightly embarrassed by his actions.
"Good point," Willow smiled. < It is nice to see him during the day,
even if it isn't in direct sunlight. >
"What can we do for you, Angel?" Giles was still uncomfortable with
the thoughts of a vampire befriending his Slayer, in spite of having
proved to be an invaluable ally.
"There's a new player in town. I overheard some young punk vampires
talking about him. Apparently, he's very powerful. They took off
before I could get any details." He walked over to stand by Willow
and smiled down at her.
Buffy noticed the looks exchanged between Angel and Willow, but chose
not to comment. Instead, she asked, "Could it have anything to do
with the locker room?"
Giles shrugged, "I must consult my books. Perhaps there is a prophecy
mentioning a new arrival." Giles moved off towards his office, giving
the vampire his dismissal, "Good to see you, Angel."
Angel ignored him, turning to Willow. "Tonight, then?" Receiving a
smile and a nod from Willow, he departed the way he arrived.
It was Xander's turn to register surprise, "What's going on?"
Buffy hooked her arm through his, smiling up at him, "Apparently, our
shy, little Willow has captured the attention of a certain vampire we
know."
Xander made a move to follow Angel, but Buffy held him back. "We'll
just see about..."
"Knock it off you two!" Willow felt her cheeks grow hot as she cut
him off, but not from anger. < Great! I'm blushing! >
THE OUTSKIRTS OF SUNNYDALE, CALIFORNIA
"I saw her today." Judson reported. A newly made vampire, he had
only joined the Sunnydale family of undead the previous week.
"Where?!" demanded his Master.
"At the Sunnydale High School. I was hiding in the locker room. I
saw her. She's just a student." Judson regretted the comment as soon
as it left his lips.
"And your point?" The Master said angrily. < The imbecile has no
idea how long I've waited for my beloved's return. >
"What use could she be to you?" Judson could not understand his
leader. He had watched this young girl, and saw nothing special about
her...except her neck. "Other than a meal?"
"You fool! It is of no concern to you! Just find out everything you
can about her!" Annoyed when the fool just stood there, he shouted,
"Now!" Judson raced out of the room. The Master turned his attention
to the portrait of his beloved.
"Soon, my darling..." He spoke aloud, as if his love would hear
him. < I cannot wait to meet you...again. >
------------------------------
Date: Mon, 01 Jun 1998 00:14:39 -0400
From: Dreamscape <Angelus@Mediaone.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Torn Between Two Lovers 4/? by Dreamscape205
TITLE: Torn Between Two Lovers 4/?
AUTHOR: Dreamscape205
EMAIL: Angelus@mediaone.net
DISTRIBUTION: Anya, I'll submit it directly through the Slayer's
Fanfic site. Anyone else, it's okay as long as you give me credit,
and email me with the URL I can find it archived.
SUMMARY: A new love...or two... in Willow's life
RATING: this part is more PG-13
TYPE: UTB
SPOILERS: none that I know of...
DISCLAIMER: BtVS and its character's belong to Joss Whedon, the WB,
Fox, and Mutant Enemy. No infringements intended!
Author's Note: text enclosed in < > represent thoughts and feelings.
PART 4
ROSENBERG RESIDENCE
"I WILL HAVE YOU!" A voice louder than thunder woke Willow from her
nightmare with a start, her eyes open wide with fright. She sat up,
wiping the sweat from her forehead.
"Who was that?" she asked herself. Laying back on the pillow again,
she tried to recall the dream. She couldn't remember a thing. <
Whatever it was, it felt real. >
Suddenly she felt as if someone was watching her, and she looked
toward the window. She wasn't surprised to see Angel sitting on the
sill. < He's never been here this late, though. > "Hi. Fancy
meeting you here." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Yeah, well, I just happened to be in the neighborhood." Angel's
smile was brief, and his somber tone of voice suggested something
serious. "We need to talk."
She envisioned the visitations he paid Buffy whenever something was
wrong. "Don't you have the wrong house? Isn't it the Slayer you'd
want to visit with your tale of doom and gloom?" Willow was tired and
cranky, having just wakened from her nightmare.
"Wrong house? I don't think so." Angel quirked an eyebrow. Wanting
to make her feel more at ease, he tried teasing her. "Because, if
you're not her, you really need to give Willow her body back...she may
need it!"
"Ha, ha! Very funny. Just tell me what you came here to tell me. I
need to get some sleep. I do have to go to school tomorrow, you
know." She could not mask her annoyance. He had called her earlier
that evening and cancelled their plans.
"Someone was following you home tonight. He kept his distance, so you
wouldn't notice him. I tried to catch him, to...uh...ask a few
questions..." Angel smirked.
Willow knew his intentions were not to merely question her stalker.
To rid him from this earth, was more like it. "But you lost him?"
"Uh-huh. Sorry," he shrugged. Not being in the mood to answer many
questions, he played light of the situation trying to distract her.
Realization sank in, "Wait! Why were *you* following me?" Willow had
a "don't you dare try to worm out of this one" look on her face.
Angel stood and walked to Willow's desk. He pulled out the chair and
sat facing the bed. He seemed to be searching for the right words.
Finally he said, "I was worried about you. Buffy had said someone
was spying on you in the locker room. I just happened to be near the
school when you left. Now...may I ask why you dared walk home alone.
You, of all people, are aware of what could happen in Sunnydale at
night."
Willow sighed, "Buffy needed to go on patrol. She had more important
things to do. I was fine." She saw a shadow pass over Angel's
face...and it frightened her just a little.
"Are you crazy? There is nothing more important than your safety!
Buffy would have made time to see you home. Why she let you go, I'll
never understand!" Angel wasn't about to mask his anger and
irritation. < How could they be so foolish? To risk Willow's life
like that...why, if anything ever happened to her... >
"Please," Willow begged. "Don't blame Buffy. I get so tired of being
a burden to her. My dad was supposed to pick me up outside the
library at eight o'clock. When he wasn't there, I decided to go it
alone. I know it was stupid, and I'll never do it again."
"Willow, you're her friend, not her burden. Remember that." He
admonished.
< Back to the subject at hand. > "Why do you suppose someone was
following me?" Willow was getting worried. This on top of her
nightmare gave her chills of trepidation.
"I have no idea. Maybe he wanted to ask you for a date?" < Ugh,
that was lame. > Angel saw that look of exasperation reappear on her
face.
"Well, I would have been available. It seems my plans had been
changed." < By you! What gives? > She had been looking forward to
his visit. She realized how much she needed to talk about her
feelings regarding Xander and Buffy. And, how it was only Angel she
wanted to talk to.
Angel moved to sit next to her on the bed. She looked so young and
vulnerable, tired from lack of sleep. "Don't be angry, little one."
he lightly brushed the hair from her face. "Believe me, I would
rather have been with you. There was just something I had to do."
Willow leaned towards the touch of his hand. "I understand," she
sighed.
Angel's hand slid under her hair to the base of her neck. He gently
pulled her closer to him. "No, you don't," he teased, and kissed the
tip of her nose.
Willow drew in a surprised breath and looked into Angel's dark eyes.
< How beautiful they are. I could die in those eyes. > She tilted
her head slightly and pressed her lips against his. < Am I being too
forward? > At her gesture, Angel increased the pressure and intensity
of the kiss. Willow felt his hand travel down her back and hook
under her arm. His free hand slid under her legs. Without his lips
leaving hers, he picked her up and placed her on his lap.
< Her lips taste like sweet, fresh wine. I need to stop this...but I
don't want to. It isn't fair to her, she doesn't know what she's
getting into. > He pulled her even closer, betraying his thoughts.
All that mattered, at that moment in time, was the taste of her mouth
and the feel of her body against his.
With a groan, Angel reluctantly broke the impassioned embrace. Willow
let out a small, "No." Which was no more than a whisper. Her arms
remained where they were, encircling his neck. She wasn't ready to
put distance between them yet. She laid her head against his chest,
and could feel the firm muscles beneath his T-shirt. She felt
content to stay in his arms, safe, secure. In all the years she
thought she had been in love with Xander, she had never felt what she
was feeling at this moment.
Worried by her silence, Angel looked down at her. "Are you all right,
little one?"
"Mmmm...yes." She snuggled closer, "I just don't understand what is
happening here...between us, I mean." Willow wasn't sure she wanted
to hear his answer. < Am I just a poor substitute for
Buffy? >
Angel stroked her hair < mmm...silk >, "That is up to us, isn't it?"
"I suppose." She felt him rest his chin on top of her head. < Could
he get any more ambiguous? > "Angel? Why did you call me "little
one"?"
He chuckled at her quick change in subject. < She does have unique
thoughts. > He remembered the time she asked him how he shaved, and
had to keep from laughing. "It's a term of endearment from long ago.
I'm sure it isn't used any more. Does it bother you?"
She pulled away to look him in the face, "No, I was just making sure
you weren't referring to me as a child. I know I'm not quite 18 yet,
but I'm not a kid any more."
"No, you are not a child...that's one thing I never thought of you.
From the first day we met, you have appeared more mature than most
adults I know. " He repositioned her back on the bed, "No, you are
definitely not a child."
"Good. Just making sure." She smiled, teasingly. "And just so you
know, I don't think of you as old, either!"
He took her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips, "It's time for me
to go. You need your rest." He turned her hand over, and placed a
kiss on her palm. "Sweet dreams, little one." He let go of her hand,
and was gone.
Willow laid her head back on the pillow. < Like I'm going to get back
to sleep tonight. > She replayed the evening in her mind over and
over again. No, Willow Rosenberg did not get back to sleep that
night!
***********
Across the street from the Rosenberg's, Judson was finally able to
leave his hiding place among the bushes. < It's about time that guy
left! > Judson began his journey back to the mansion where his
master was residing. He had thought his last report went badly. How
was he going to explain this little scenario?
He stopped off at the Bronze, the local nightclub, to ask a few
questions about Ms. Rosenberg's visitor. He asked several patrons,
but didn't get any answers. It seemed her "friend" was quite
mysterious.
Being the ever-faithful servant, Judson reported to his master
immediately upon his arrival. He knocked lightly on the office door
and peeked inside. "I have some information regarding Ms. Rosenberg."
"Well?" he demanded, drumming his fingers on the desktop.
Judson quickly scrambled in and stood in front of the handcrafted
mahogany desk. He tried valiantly to hide his nervousness. "She's
an overachiever scholastically. Although she is not in the popular
crowd, she has many friends. Of those friends, two are inseparable
from her. I did a little checking and found out their names. Buffy
Summers and Alexander Harris. And there is one more thing..." Judson
trailed off.
"Do I have to beat it out of you?" the Master threatened as he got up
from his desk. He walked menacingly towards Judson, and stopped
directly in from of him. An evil glint appeared in his eye as he ran
his forefinger along the collar of Judson's shirt, "Because, I will."
"Okay. There isn't an easy way to say this...but she has a boyfriend
or something. He caught me following her home. I guess he was
following me. Anyway, he chased me for a few blocks, but I lost him.
Since I lost track of Ms. Rosenberg, I decided to follow him. He led
me right back to her." He paused, taking note of his Master's mental
state. < He seems calm enough...I guess I can go on. > "Her room was
dark, and I assume she was sleeping. He entered through her bedroom
window. He stayed with her for quite some time...I didn't think he
would ever leave her."
"Yes, I'm sure it was awful for you." Without warning, the Master
backhanded Judson across the face and sent him reeling. "Get out of
my sight. I'll call you when I need you."
After the subject left the room, he found himself standing in front
of his beloved's portrait. "Finally, you have risen in a young
maiden. Will you remember me?" < I will make you remember. >
------------------------------
Date: Mon, 01 Jun 1998 00:17:23 -0400
From: Dreamscape <Angelus@Mediaone.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Torn Between Two Lovers 5/? by Dreamscape205
TITLE: Torn Between Two Lovers 5/?
AUTHOR: Dreamscape205
EMAIL: Angelus@mediaone.net
DISTRIBUTION: Anya, I'll submit it directly through the Slayer's
Fanfic site. Anyone else, it's okay as long as you give me credit,
and email me with the URL I can find it archived.
SUMMARY: A new love...or two... in Willow's life
RATING: this part is more PG-13
TYPE: UTB
SPOILERS: none that I know of...
DISCLAIMER: BtVS and its character's belong to Joss Whedon, the WB,
Fox, and Mutant Enemy. No infringements intended!
Author's Note: text enclosed in < > represent thoughts and feelings.
PART 5
SUNNYDALE HIGH SCHOOL
Buffy entered the cafeteria looking for her friends. < Ew, what's
that smell? No lunch for this girl! > She scanned the tables and
noticed Willow sitting at a nearby table, her back towards Buffy.
As she walked towards Willow, Buffy noticed her friend was propping
her head up in her hand, her elbow on the table. Just as she reached
Willow, her head slipped off her hand and was about to fall into her
lunch. Luckily, Buffy grabbed her shoulder just before she hit the
"spaghetti surprise".
"Will, are you okay?" Buffy sat in the chair next to her friend. She
looked into Willow's tired eyes, "Girl, look at those bags under your
eyes. Did you sleep?"
Willow shook her head, "No. Angel stopped by last night." She was
too tired to go into a lengthy explanation, "I think our locker room
lurker was following me last night." Placing her hand over her mouth,
she attempted to suppress a yawn.
Buffy scowled, "You really shouldn't let Angel stay so late. Look at
you, you can't keep your eyes open."
Willow offered a tired smile, "He didn't stay late, really. He barely
stayed for twenty minutes." < Too bad, because it was just getting
interesting. >
A book bag suddenly crashed on the table. Buffy and Willow looked up
quickly to see Xander towering over them. "How are my two favorite
women doing?" He plopped in the chair next to Buffy, and put his arm
around her shoulder.
Buffy smiled and kissed his cheek, "One of us is sleep walking. The
other is scolding her."
"Hey, Will, at least you remembered to change out of your nightie!"
Xander laughed at his own joke.
"Ha, ha, Xander. You really should go on the road with that act."
Willow said, and wrinkled her nose at him.
"So, are we Bronzing it tonight?" he asked, enthusiastically.
Willow shook her head, "Uh-uh...not me. I'm sleeping."
"Come on, Will!" Xander pleaded. "Thursday night...no cover!"
Buffy nodded and nudged Willow, "Yeah, no cover. You can take a nap
after school...you'll be fine by seven!"
Willow sighed. Although her body craved unending sleep, she just
couldn't disappoint her friends. "Okay, just promise me you won't let
my head hit the table if I pass out. It leaves a bump." She laughed
as they all rose from their chairs to share in a group hug.
******
ROSENBERG RESIDENCE
Willow tossed fitfully in her sleep. A strange, unidentifiable
presence was invading her dreams. She was aware of danger,
excitement, rage and death. The pieces to the puzzle were small, and
too vague to put together. She welcomed the sound of the ringing
telephone that invaded her sleep to bring her back to reality.
"Hello," Willow yawned into the handset of her telephone. < Must be
Buffy with my wakeup call to get ready to go to the Bronze. >
"Willow? Were you sleeping?"
"Angel," she said, sighing. His voice brought back the memories of
the previous night, and she melted inside. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to yawn in your ear. I didn't get much sleep last night."
"That was my fault. I shouldn't have stopped by so late," he said,
silently chastising himself for being so thoughtless.
"It's okay, Angel, I'm not sorry you stopped by," she said, then
wished she could take it back. "I mean, it's always nice to see
you." Willow shook her head at her sad attempt to cover up the
excitement she still felt from the previous evening.
Angel chuckled, "Okay, Willow. Are you going out tonight?"
Willow nodded absentmindedly, "yes."
"I wish you would stay in tonight. There is always the chance that
whoever has been following you will be out there looking for an
opportunity to try something." < And I couldn't bear that. > "I=92ll
try to come by and see you later," he said, almost pleading.
"Sorry, I promised Buffy and Xander," she explained. "Besides, you
know how I feel about waiting around for someone."
A long period of silence passed, Angel finally responded. "Okay,
little one, have it your way. But remember...I may not show up on
time, but I do show up eventually. And I=92m not Xander, I know you
exist."
Angel=92s voice had become a soft whisper, and Willow felt a warmth grow
from within the core of her being. Just listening to his voice could
excite her. She was also amazed that he knew she was referring to
waiting for Xander all those years, only to be passed up time and time
again. "Thank you. And, Angel..."
"Yes?"
"You could always check up on me at the Bronze," Willow suggested,
hopefully.
"No promises, but I=92ll try," Angel replied. "If I don=92t see you
there, have a good time."
She said her good-byes to Angel. Willow then called Buffy and told
her she was getting ready, and would meet her and Xander at the Bronze
in an hour.
******
THE BRONZE
Willow thanked her father for dropping her off at the Bronze on the
way to his office to pick up some paperwork he=92d forgotten. She
hopped out of the car, and made her way to the entrance.
The Bronze was crowded for a weeknight, with no cover being charged.
It took her a few minutes to find Buffy and Xander, who had claimed a
table close to the dance floor.
"Hi, guys," Willow said, cheerfully.
"Willow," Xander smiled crookedly, "it=92s about time you show up.
What? Oversleep?"
Willow shook her head, "No, just got distracted." Willow glanced
quickly around the Bronze. < No, I=92m *not* looking for Angel! > "No
band tonight?" she questioned, trying to mask the fact that she *was*
looking for Angel.
*****
After questioning Judson, the Master learned of Willow=92s favorite
hangouts. Having already gone by her house and finding no one home,
he decided to try The Bronze. It was supposed to be the happening
place for the younger generation. He entered from a rear entrance,
and spotted Willow almost immediately. She was sitting at a table
near the front, close to the dance floor.
His gaze was more than appreciative, for he knew she would be
beautiful. She resembled his beloved Catherine almost exactly as he
remembered her. Her auburn hair flowed naturally, freely to her
shoulders. He was awed by her beautiful complexion, the essence that
glowed from her being was almost debilitating.
He took a deliberate step forward. He knew what he had come for, and
it was time to make his beloved remember who she truly was. He would
not stop until he got what he wanted. The one thing he had learned
during his time in Sunnydale, was that the residents were oblivious to
what went on around them, so he had no fear of encountering his
beloved in this public place.
Willow felt a strange chill come over her, and she had an odd
feeling. < I=92m being watched. > She also sensed a feeling of
familiarity that she could not explain. Swiveling in her chair to
peruse the Bronze, she noticed a stranger standing in the shadows near
the rear of the Bronze. Willow was overwhelmed by a strange sense of
deja vu. Her eyes fixed on this handsome stranger, and she could not
tear herself away. He was gorgeous. Tall, fair, sandy brown hair,
muscular build and piercing blue eyes. She had never seen him before
in her life, and yet she could not shake the feeling that she had.
Buffy and Xander looked from Willow to each other, both noticing the
fixed stare Willow had on the stranger in the back of the Bronze.
"Willow, you okay?" Buffy asked. "You..." her voice trailed off as
she noticed Willow=92s movement to leave her chair.
Willow=92s eyes locked with his, and in just one look, all else seemed
to disappear. An all consuming urge to go to him filled her being.
She half rose from her chair when she felt someone=92s hand grasp onto
her forearm. Without a thought or word, she brushed the hand off of
her that was trying to hold her back. In a graceful motion, she moved
away from her two friends towards the mysterious stranger. He was
calling to her, it was a force she could not resist, and she went to
him willingly.
Willow walked towards him slowly, deliberately, as if it was a walk
destined from birth. And although the Bronze was crowded, the people
parted like the Red Sea parted for Moses. As she walked towards
someone, an unforeseen force moved him or her out of the way. A path
was cleared so that her walk was not disturbed in any way.
Willow was now face to face with the stranger. He reached for her
hand, and she placed it into his without hesitation. He looked her up
and down, finally he spoke, "Remember." Simultaneously he placed the
index and middle fingers of his right hand to her left temple,
pressing with minimal force.
What seemed like an electric current charged through her brain. She
opened her mouth to speak, closing it quickly. Her mind was flooded
with memories from a past that she never lived. She watched the two
strangers in her mind=92s eye. The two lovers that looked exactly like
her and the stranger before her. "Chase," she whispered aloud as she
collapsed into his arms. The influx of memories drained most of her
energy, leaving her slightly off balance and dizzy.
From the shadows of the Bronze, a presence lurked. Angel watched as
she strode into the arms of another man, unaware of the transpiring
events. His attention was focused on Willow as he watched the
stranger support her effortlessly. < If he's harmed her, so help
me... His thought ended abruptly as he watched two figures approached
Willow and her companion.
Buffy and Xander, having witnessed Willow=92s apparent collapse, rushed
to her side. Buffy reached for Willow, but Willow shrugged out of her
grasp, choosing the comfort of Chase=92s arms instead. "Willow, what=92s
wrong?" she pleaded.
Willow turned, gazing at Buffy through baneful eyes, "Leave me," she
commanded. She took Chase=92s arm and began walking with him towards
the exit.
Angel, who was standing in the doorway, hindered their departure.
"You aren=92t going anywhere with her," he spat. His eyes were pools of
hatred as he looked upon the man who was trying to spirit Willow
away. As Angel watched a wry smile form on the lips of the stranger,
recognition of this man came to him. < Now I understand Willow's
importance to him=85and whom she has reminded me of all this time. > A
low rumble emitted from Angel as he realized what Chase had done to
Willow's mind and he fought the temptation to morph into his vampire
state.
Chase, however, needed no time to remember who was standing in his
way. "My, my, Angelus. You do have a way of interrupting at the most
inopportune moments. A huge character flaw you exhibit. But, no
bother, I finally have Catherine back, and there=92s nothing you can do
to stop it." He held Willow close, placing a kiss on the top of her
head. Willow smiled up at him, eyes showing nothing but love.
Angel growled, "You have no right to take Willow. Catherine is dead.
Don=92t you think it=92s about time you deal with that!" He reached for
and grabbed Willow by her shoulders, "Willow, I know you=92re in there!
You have to fight it, you have to fight through the curtain of
memories he=92s unleashed in your mind." Willow made no response.
"Please...his voice pleaded.
Buffy took matters into her own hands, and smashed a table down upon
Chase=92s back. The force drove both Chase and Willow to the floor,
knocking both unconscious. She checked Willow=92s pulse quickly, and
was relieved to find it quite strong. She glanced up at Angel. "Get
her out of here."
Angel scooped up Willow, leaving Buffy and Xander to deal with the
mess left behind. He started off in the direction of the Rosenberg=92s,
but thought better of it. His apartment would be safer for Willow.
He had a feeling Chase knew where Willow lived, and that would be the
first place he would go, provided he lived through whatever Buffy had
in store for him.
Back at the Bronze, Xander was helping Buffy move Chase=92s prone form
out of the club. Each of them picked him up by an arm, dragging him
face down between them. "He=92s dead weight," Xander complained. "Why
don=92t you just stake him."
Buffy shook her head, "don=92t know Xander. It=92s just a feeling I
have. If I kill him, Willow will never be free."
Unbeknownst to the teenagers Chase had regained consciousness. As
soon as he was drug out of the Bronze, he struggled to free himself.
Supporting himself by holding on to Buffy and Xander's arms, he swung
his legs up underneath him to stand upright. Caught off guard, Xander
let go of Chase, which freed one arm. He sent Xander reeling with a
forceful lunge to the chest. Less than a second had passed when he
turned his attention to Buffy, who still had a hold on him by his
right arm. He noticed her reaching around her back, and he used that
minuscule distraction to punch Buffy square in the jaw, causing her to
back peddle, effectively releasing him. Composure regained, Chase was
too much of a match for Xander, and knocked him out cold effortlessly.
He picked Xander up like a ragdoll, holding him under one arm,
carrying him like he weighed next to nothing. "If you want your friend
back, bring Catherine to me tonight." Then he was gone, leaving Buffy
speechless, rubbing her aching jaw.
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