FF Say it or Slay it (Part I of II)

[badbard]

Say it or Slay it
(part 1 of 2)
by badbard
(tiger_by_night@xxxxxxxxx)


WARNING/DISCLAIMER:- Buffy et all belong to Joss et
all. Extremely violent violence, in keeping with the
violent show. Painful powerful feelings. Two female
friends, desperately in love.

***


Buffy rammed her stake into the vampire's gullet.

"Missed me," it wheezed, choking up dust.

"Oh yeah?" asked Buffy, hiking the stake back out with
a satisfying slurp. "I'm on you like hair on
Oz...during the full moon. Now tell me what I want to
know or I may just have to keep staking away. I'm
gettin' pretty old for a Slayer y'know. Vison's not
what it used to be. Unlucky for you, the Watcher's
Council has the crappiest pension plan. I don't wanna
etch out my days drinking tea and sucking down
scones."

The vampire eyed the smooth golden skin of the
Slayer's lovely throat. She just didn't shut up and
it jiggled in the most delicious way.

"Of course," muttered the Slayer, as she gave her
hungry admirer an eyeful...of holy water, "I did quit
the stuffy Council so I'm probably not eligible for
that free bronzin' for Mr Pointy but I sure as hell
don't need their help slaying life-disadvantaged
vermin such as yourself. It's simple. Point and
hammer. Point and hammer. No wait, that was Dracula.
It's more like Point and Pun these days."

"What is it you want to know?!" screeched the vampire,
bloody tears leaking from his smoking eyeballs.

"Does she love me?" screamed the Slayer, thrusting her
stake through the vampire's heaving shoulder. Its
answering scream rent the air.

"Does she love me?" Buffy cried again, carving her way
through the vampire's wheeping flesh. "Tell me she
loves me. Say it. Say it!"

"Who?" wept the vampire, even as the stake slammed
home through its unbeating heart. Dust rained down on
the Slayer, coating her, choking her. She sat still,
allowing the gritty dust to dirty her smooth skin, to
sting her eyes, trying her best not to give into the
insistant tears.

***

Willow pointed her finger and cast the spell. The
Buffy simulacrum opened its eyes. Willow gasped.

"B...Buffy?" she asked.

"Yes," said the magicked clone, a perfect copy in
every physical respect.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes," said the pretend Buffy. Willow blinked.
Buffy's face remained blank. Her voice lacked
conviction. Her body made no move to take Willow in
her arms, something the Wiccan had pictured over and
over in just this scenario.

"B...Buffy?" she whimpered.

"Yes," said the simulacrum.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes."

"Do you LOVE me?"

"Yes."

"Say it like you mean it!"

"Yes."

"Buffy!"

"Yes."

"You're useless. You're worse than useless! Why did
I cast this spell? What was I thinking?"

"Yes."

"Damnit. Damn you."

"Yes."

"Damn you, Buffy! Tell me you love me!" Magickal
energy coursed from Willow's fingers, rushing into
Buffy's mouth even as it opened to answer in the
strictly literal affirmative, pouring energy into the
Buffy lookalike until she exploded into tiny
fragments. The Wiccan sank to her knees, trying
desperately to piece together the fragments of her own
shattered heart.

TBC in Part II of II







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