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Title: Der Weidedämon (4/?)
Author: Shadowlander Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx – or – Tankesly@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer; they are used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended. Pairing: S/W/F Rating: PG-17 Archive: The usual places; all others ask first. Note: This is for Kimber who has waited patiently for her shower scene only making minor threats against my Playstation if I didn’t get back to writing. ;) Der Weidedämon (4/?)
"We need to get her cleaned up," Faith said after a moment,
shifting the redhead in her
arms as she stood. "Blondie where’s the bathroom?" She questioned a scowling Spike, a look of eternal disgust firm on the vampire’s face. "Upstairs fourth door on the left," Spike grunted, trying to
appear unconcerned about the
recent turn of events. All the while, his demon screaming to kill the lot of them, mind shattering headache be damned. This was his home, damn it, the one place in Sunnyhell he wasn’t reminded of the demon he once was, thanks to that bloody chip in his head, or have to put up with the slayer twit and the moron. Now Watchers, Slayers and his blasted sire had overrun his safe haven, there was truly no justice in the universe, he decided with a scowl. "Here, let me help you get her cleaned up," he said, an evil little grin forming on his face. ‘This is the perfect time to see what my little Red is going to look like once she’s mine,’ he said to himself, as he started to follow Faith up the stairs Cordelia not far behind her. Visions of a naked Willow at his feet for all eternity already dancing in his head. A firm hand grabbing a hold of the back of his shirt halted
his progression, as he was not
so subtly reminded that he wasn’t alone. "Don’t even think about it," Buffy growled in his ear before giving him a quick jerk that sent him sprawling against the sofa. "What?" Spike demanded trying to look innocent momentarily
forgetting just who in the
room with him. "Spike…Faith will castrate you if she even thought you were
planning to ‘help’." Buffy
said in a voice usually reservedfor mothers reprimanding small children. "And that’s only if Cordelia doesn’t get to you first." She added with a smug little smile, secretly hoping that the vampire would try something underhanded. Anything, just as long as it gave her a good enough excuse to smack him around a bit. However, she felt she owed it to Willow to at least warn him about Faith’s little knife fetish,for some really bizarre reason the hacker seemed to like the vampire. Just why she did was way beyond her understanding and would probably never be known,but Buffy wanted to be able to tell Wills later that she did try to protect Spike from a very overprotective Faith. *************************************
Meanwhile upstairs –
Faith and Cordelia found the bathroom relatively easy, the
ex-cheerleader leading the
way to get the door for the Slayer and her precious cargo. "Where the hell did Blondie find this place?" Faith asked no one in particular, giving a low whistle as she took in the room before her. It had to be the biggest bathroom she had ever seen outside of the shower room at the ‘Y’. "Who knows," Cordelia replied absently, opening the large
walk-in shower door to turn
on the water. "Oh yeah, he’s upto something alright." She noted with a smirk at the site that greeted her. The shower stall could not only easily hold four people without crowding but also had three showerheads. One on either end of the stall and one suspended from the ceiling. "This place used to be a high priced brothel back in the eighties early nineties I think." She added with a shake of her head. "Leave it to the bleached wonder to own a former whore house,"
Faith commented,
carefully maneuvering Willow into a standing position facing her so she could get the redhead’s clothes off. "Makes you wonder if he’s mad that it had been closed down
years ago," Cordelia
couldn’t help but add, once satisfied with the water temperature. "Here let me help…I think it would be easier if we both got into the shower with her." She said suddenly serious, a look of concentration on her face as she helped the Slayer remove Willow’s bloody torn shirt. "Makes me wonder how you know what it used to be." Faith said
with an evil little grin.
"Oh please! My father was a regular." The cheerleader snorted
as the last of Willow’s
ruined clothing was removed. Her attention was drawn away from the highly amused Slayer and back to Willow, who had turned around with a look of confusion in her green eyes. The redhead seemed tobe studying her and it was really beginning to freak her out. The last time she had seen a look remotely similar in Willow’s eyes was that one time in the Library when they had been searching for a way to kill that locust-demon that had taken a rather unhealthy liking to Giles. The hacker had come across a part of the Watcher diaries concerning witchcraft, and had been almost non-responsive to any outside stimulus for nearly two hours before Giles caught her and confiscated it before she could memorize too many of the spells. She was brought out of her silent musings by an annoyedlittle
growl that seemed to come
from the redhead and a tugging at her gym shirt. It seemed that Willow had discovered what was bothering her about the cheerleader and was taking steps to remedy the situation. Apparently Cordelia was wearing way too much and Willow didn’t like it one bit. "Come on, let’s get Red cleaned up and settled in." Faith said
after a moment, stepping
out of her pants and underwear in one motion. "Hey, Red lets get wet." She offered placing her hands on Willow’s shoulders to get her attention, a naughty little grin forming on her face. All the while, that annoying little voice, that shares a room with her inner slayer voice, is jumping up and down crowing with joy. ‘Yes, yes! We’re goingto be naked together in a shower, just the two of us…and well Cordy.’ It kept saying as all sorts of possibilities started to run through her mind in vivid detail. Willow looked over her shoulder at the woman standing behind
her, a frown in her eyes
as she tried to place a name with the face. Something about her seemed very familiar, as did the other dark-haired one. They bother were familiar to her, but she couldn’t remember who either of them were. ‘Pack-mates perhaps?’ she questioned herself cocking her head slightly. ‘Family? Mates? My mates? Why can’t I remember?’ The questioned continued to run through her mind as strange and bizarre images begin to bombard her, confusing her even more. None of it made sense to her, noteven the language her possible pack-mates spoke to her or the "others" that had followed them to this odd place. But the two women were here, as were the two males, and they seemed to like it here. So she would stay too, at least until things cleared up a bit more for her. End Part Four.
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