Stormchaser (4/?)

["M.L. Tankesly" <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Stormchaser (4/?)
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx - or - Tankesly@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Rating: PG-17
Disclaimer: I still don't own any of these guys, I'm only borrowing
them for a little while, I promise to return them when I'm done playing.

Achieve: If you want to give this little monster a home, go for it,
just let me know.
Spoilers: None - everything is still in its own little universe.
Pairing: Buffy and Willow
Notes: I really wasn't trying to punish anyone with the short post last
time, with the possible exception of Rodrigo - but he started it!! : )
Sorry, I'll behave now and get on with things. Graphic depiction of
violence is head, so beware. Willow is going to do something kind of
gross.

STORMCHASER (4/?)

Much later....

Willow seat in a quiet corner of the Bronze, well as quiet as it got in
the youth club on a Wednesday night anyway, and silently cursed her
decision to come back into town. The longer she spend in Sunnydale the
more she hated it, maybe it was the evil radiating off the hellmouth, or
maybe it was the over all cluelessness of the town's human populace.
Whatever, the cause it was playing havoc with Willow's control. She
usually didn't get this jumpy until around the full moon, when the
effects of the moon's gravitational pull was at its strongest and her
control over her shape shifting talent was at its weakest. However,
since coming to this cursed little town, Willow has had to consciously
maintain her human form, especially around a certain funny smelling
sun-walkers with golden hair and eyes that glowed from within. The same
funny smelling sun-walker that was currently in the clutches of some
hormone driven boy groping one another on the dance floor. 'Marco's
right, it does look like some bizarre form of a mating ritual,' she
thought forcing herself to remain in her little corner and not storm the
dance floor to gut hormone boy for touching her life mate. 'Life
mate??? Where the hell did that come from?' Willow wondered running a
hand through her should length hair. Sure, if she was real honest with
herself, she could admit that she found the blonde attractive......all
right more then attractive. Something about the human called to Willow,
and not just to her human half. No the call was also felt by her 'cat',
her animal self that was growing restless, irritated at hormone boy
draping himself all over 'her' mate. Gripping the sides of the table
with both hands she fought to remain in right where she was and not go
over there and rip out hormone boy's heart and hand it back to him. As
much as the action would appease her cat, she doubted that it would go
over very well with the blonde. Her view of the dance floor was
suddenly blocked when somebody stepped in front of her table.

Rupert Giles stood calmly before the young red head, who maintained a
death grip on the table and just made what sounded like....a growl?? He
had been quietly observing her for some time, watching her watch Buffy
and her latest boyfriend over on the dance floor. Originally he had
come to the Bronze to help Buffy fine tune her 'vamp-radar', as Xander
insisted on calling it, but the Slayer seemed more interested in groping
her current dance partner in front of the small Wednesday night crowd.
Since the whole library incident and what Buffy told him about her
dreams that morning, he was more than curious about the mysterious young
woman. "Er, may I join you...Willow is it?" He asked once getting her
attention.

'Huh?,' Willow thought wondering how he knew her name. She didn't sense
any hostility from him, just curiosity and caution mostly, then she
remembered him. "Ah sure," she said with a nod of her head, she didn't
quite trust herself to let go of the table just yet. "You're the guy
from the library. How do you know my name?" She questioned once he
told the seat across from her, effectively blocking out the dance floor.

"This actually," Giles replied pulling out her class schedule form his
jacket pocket. "You dropped it when you l-left earlier." He explained,
handing over the slip of paper. "I gathered the books you'll need for
class, they are waiting for you at the library with your backpack. I'm
Rupert Giles the Librarian"

"Thank you. I was in kind of a hurry today." Willow replied with a
small grin, after regarding Giles for a moment. The human, while on
guard, didn't seem to be a threat, he was more curious about her then
anything else she realized. She also sensed that he wanted something
out of her, "So Mister Gi...." She stiffened suddenly, whatever she
was about to say forgotten. She was on her feet faster then Giles could
see, her eyes flashing in the dim light. He was even more startled by
the low growl she emitted, "You need to leave! Take as many people as
you can! NOW!!" She growled out, the tips of her fangs peeking out as
she spoke.

For his part Giles remained frozen in his place at her outburst. He
could see the fangs, but her face remained human, 'Just who or what is
this child?' He wondered before another voice brought him out of his
chair.

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"Buffy!" The sadistic voice called out with way too much cheer over the
music bring a stop to all activity in the Bronze.

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"Angelus!" Giles cursed coming out of his seat and spinning around
searching the room for the master vampire. He heard an answering growl
beside him mirroring his own anger.

"You know THAT?!" Willow questioned in disgust, having spotted the
Vampire over by the main entrance moving toward the dance floor. She
never knew a human to associate with a leech willing, although from the
librarian's scent it wasn't a pleasant association. 'Worry about that
later.' She decided, her growls becoming a full fedgled roar of outrage
as the vampire made his way to 'her' life mate. Willow didn't fight it
as her control slipped away, her animal half becoming dominate. There
was a leech, several of them in fact, in the same building as her life
mate! Her cat called to her, outraged that such creatures dared to take
up space near it's mate. Such offenses would not go unchallenged, those
damn things were going to die! 'And they better stay dead this time!!'
She fumed moving toward Angelus, intent on ripping out some major organ
and eating it.

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Willow's roar startled even the vampires in the Bronze, they just
weren't used to hearing something that 'fierce', the sound echoing
throughout the room. Hairs stood on end and blood seemed to turn to ice
as what sounded a little like someone in extreme pain seemed to cut
everyone to the bone. Willow continued growling as she stalked toward
Angelus, intent on sinking her fangs into the undead leech that stood in
her path. Suddenly her path was blocked by one of Angelus's more
adventuresome, or stupid depending on you point of view, minions.
Without breaking stride she brings up her foot nailing the hapless
minion right between the legs. As he crashes to his knees in pain,
Willow is suddenly in front of him. Grabbing his head and pushing back
to expose his throat, she latching onto his neck, sinking her fangs in
deep, biting down hard and pulls. Realizing the minion with a shove, he
is dust before he hits the ground. Blood dripping from her fangs, she
growls warningly at Angelus.

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Angelus had stopped in his track toward the Slayer at the initial roar
from Willow. His own demon thrown momentarily by the savage sound,
recovering quickly he looks around for the source of the sound outraged
to be interrupted in his evening amusement. Then he spotted her as she
stepped out of the shadows of one of the corners, a slim compact red
head dressed in leather was headed his way growling at him. Him! The
Great Angelus, master of Sunnydale! He watched in disbelief as she
kicked one of his seconds in the groin and then proceeded to ripe out
his throat. Angelus had never seen such a violent act, it turned him
on. His demon lusted over the magnificent site of her kill, as an
unholy light burned deep within her eyes. This was a predator, he
acknowledged, all ready envisioning her at his side as he turned her
lose on Sunnydale. Such a fiery little thing, but she wasn't a
vampire. Whatever she was, she would soon be his. He vowed looking
forward to bending her to his will.

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Buffy was staring murderously at Angelus, all ready easing into a battle
stance, when the roar cut through the air. The Slayer turned toward the
sound instinctively knowing it's source, momentarily forgetting about
the master vampire heading her way. As Willow stepped out of the
shadows, Buffy eyes widen in recognition. 'The girl from the dream.'
She thought watching the way the red head moved toward Angelus. 'Like a
tiger stalking it's prey.' The image came to her mind of a large
reddish cat on the prowl looking for a kill. Buffy could feel her pulse
rising as the vampire stepped into her path, she was about to intervene
when the red head kicked him. The Slayer almost felt sorry for the
vampire....almost. She watched in fascination as the leather clad woman
tilted the vamp's head back and just ripped out his throat. Buffy
couldn't explain the feeling of.....pride?!....she had at watching the
vamp turn to dust. Much less the arousal she felt over seeing the blood
stained fangs that seemed to lengthen as the red head growled at
Angelus. 'This is too weird,' she thought forcibly refocusing her
thoughts on the vampires surrounding them and not on the beautiful
creature growling at Angelus. And most definitely not, thinking about
what it would be like to kiss that blood drenched month. 'No, no bad
Slayer'

"Hey Angel long time no see." Buffy taunted before sending a roundhouse
kick to Angelus's head. That seemed to snap everyone out of the trance
like state that had descended over everyone, as all hell broke lose in
the Bronze......just another typical Wednesday night in Sunnydale.
Between Buffy and Willow with the help of Giles and a few others they
held their own against the vampires, the element of surprise long gone
after the first growl.

Angelus howled in pain as Willow drew blood, leaving four parallel lines
across the right side of his face. the master vampire know he was
fighting a losing battle, he couldn't believe how well the Slayer and
the red head minx worked together. They had cut through his minions
like they were fledglings. He had to get out of there, before he ended
up as dust himself. Grabbing one of his minions and throwing her into
the approaching red head he made his escape cutting out the back door.
He paused for a moment to watch as the red head finished off the minion
in the same fashion as before, although she seemed to take a bit longer
to rip out the throat, almost as if she stopped to take a long drink
after a strenuous workout. He felt himself hard at the scene, laughing
to himself as he took off into the night. He had plans to make, he had
to find out who that creature was and properly claim her. After all
they had unfinished business to attend to, he thought bushing one of the
bleeding cuts on his face with a figure before bring the now bloody
figure to his lips. He almost didn't mind that he just lost several
minions to that blonde bitch Slayer, almost!

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Willow was ready to chase after the escaping vampire when Buffy grabbed
a hold of her and spun her around. The cat growled warningly, not
recognizing it's mate at first, but then recognition. The two stared
into each others eyes for several long minutes, before Willow reached
out and licked the side of Buffy's face with a purr and a happy little
whistle. The Slayer was so stunned what she couldn't stop Willow as the
red head darted out the back into the night.

"What the hell was that???!!!" Xander broke the stunned silence having
come up behind Buffy along with Giles.

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And across town, at Dru's lair

The Vampire witch's laughter echoed throughout the empty corridors and
rooms of the mansion as she watched her little kitten lick the Slayer's
face. She was so proud of the both of them, they worked so well
together, cutting through the weak minions of Angelus with such
savagery. "Oh how my little kitten behaved," Dru sang out, her voice
carrying throughout the mansion. It had taken her all night to subtly
direct Willow's thoughts, breaking down her resistance to her animal
instincts. But it had worked, Willow had been just about ready to ripe
apart the Watcher when Angelus had shown up!

But Angelus had seen her kitten's fire and wanted it for his own. 'No,
no that just won't do,' Dru thought. 'I can't have Angelus touching
her, I just about got her to come willingly to me. He'll only ruin all
everything.' She fumed.

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End Part 4

See, Rodrigo........a leather clad Willow. Happy? *big grin*