FIC: Stormchaser (8/?)

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

Title: Stormchaser (8/?)
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx - or - Tankesly@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Rating: PG-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, with the possible
exception of Marco. No copyright infringement is intended, this is all
meant for the amusement of my warped imagination.
Pairing: Buffy and Willow
Spoilers: No, still running with that other alternate universe theme I
like so much.
Achieve: The usual places, I always wanted to say that. :) Everyone
else just ask.
Notes: Sorry it's a bit delayed, real life has been interfering in my
creative pursuits yet again. :) This is also for Rod who was upset
that Buffy didn't make an appearance in the last part.

STORMCHASER (8/?)

'Well, this was a rather stupid idea.' Willow thought with annoyance
ducking behind a tomb stone. Now was not the time to be letting her
instincts direct her thinking, she kept forgetting that this really
wasn't the town to be 'running wild' in, well it sort of was and wasn't
at the same time. Shaking her head to clear it, she focuses her senses.
The leeches that had attached themselves to her shadow were good, real
good. While apart of her liked a good hunt, the more rational side of
her resented getting into the hunt in the first place. And then there
was that little voice that kept whispering to her in the back of her
mind. Telling her that someone was missing from the hunt, someone that
was suppose to be there, sharing the kill with her. That little voice
was beginning to get on her nerves, mainly because it had visuals of
just who that someone was and kept showing them to her at the most
inopportune time - like when she was trying to concentrate! The really
irritating part was that her cat really didn't seem to mind the visuals
- hell the cat liked the visuals even adding to them a bit. "You're
hopeless Garibaldi." Willow growled softly. Her cat was in love, she
would just have to get used to it, although she did briefly wonder how
the object of her affection was going to take some of the cat's
'suggestions' on how they should spend their free time.

Here she was playing tag with two vampires in the predawn hours and the
one part of her psyche what would really be useful at a time like this
was having fantasies about a certain blonde-haired sun-walker. "Huh?"
Willow straightened a bit, a new scent in the air causing her cat to
stir even more. Her life mate had joined the hunt, an animalistic light
coming into her eyes, now the two of them could share the kill together.



Drusilla set on the tree branch watching the activity below her with
interest. Her little kitten was such a joy to watch, all power and
grace in a small lethal body. She was a prefect mate for her Enforcer,
the two would be an unbeatable team together and, most importantly, they
would be 'hers! It was fun watching her little kitten toy with Angelus,
as the master vampire tried in vain to locate the redhead. And now the
Slayer was about to join the hunt, oh it was just turning out to be such
a fun night. Her sire was just minutes from becoming dust and she had a
ringside seat! Dru could almost taste the victory at hand, as the end
of Angelus's reign over Sunnydale was immanent and hers would begin.


Buffy carefully made her way through the graveyard, stake at the ready,
unsure why she was even out here this early in the morning. No vamp in
its right mind would be out this close to dawn, the sun already
beginning its ascension. However, a little voice kept insisting that
she had to get to the graveyard, something bad was about to happen.
Buffy had learned long ago not to ignore that little voice, it had kept
her alive so many times in the past. She had also developed an intense
hatred of that little voice, it usually meant that she would end up with
several large colourful bruises for her troubles. Sometimes it was a
real pain being the chosen one.

So here she was in one of Sunnydale's old cemeteries looking for.... who
knew what!? Gripping her favourite stake tighter, she lets her senses
take over, searching with her 'spider sense'. 'Damn' she cursed picking
up the rather frustrating presence of a certain vampire master. Every
since her arrival in Sunnydale, Angelus had been a constant annoyance,
his little mind games having become really old after the first two
days. The vampire had made it a habit to pestering the Slayer at all
hours of the night, usually while she was on patrol and in no mood for
his annoying presence in her life. Just once she would like to have a
patrol where she didn't run into him or that useless sidekick of his,
Spike. Honestly the two of them were just too full of themselves,
believing that just because they had lived a few centuries they were all
that. One would think that after she had kicked both of their butts on
five separate occasions they would have gotten the message, but no they
just kept on about how she had cheated in the fights. Like it was her
fault either of them had thought that sunlamps made really good weapons.



Willow growled lowly as Angelus moved closer to her hiding place, her
cat itching for the kill. Somewhere in the back of her mind she briefly
wondered where the other vampire had disappeared to, but quickly
dismissed the thought. Time enough to worry late, she had a kill to get
to, besides it was only proper that she left at least one for her life
mate.


Angelus froze at the low growl, his demon eager for the taste of blood.
He had time to think over his plans for the redhead as he chased her
through the cemetery. She was truly a thing of beauty to watch in
action, her moves had reminded him of a large cat on the hunt. She was
good, he had to give her that, she seemed to be waiting for the sun to
raise as she taunted him throughout the maze of grave markers with her
growls and hisses. He would have to punish her once he got her back to
the lair, if the sun burned him. He had little doubt that he would
capture her, he was the great Angelus after all and he always got what
he wanted. He was already planning what he was going to do to her back
at the lair. She would learn quickly that he was master, of this he was
certain. He could already picture her at his side as he ruled over
Sunnydale for all time. Yes the redhead and the Slayer both would make
excellent additions to his family, once the two of them had been broken
properly. He grinned evilly at this last thought, he had begun to make
long term plans for the Slayer after she had repeatedly bested him and
his favourite childe in battle. The Slayer was just too good of a
fighter to just kill, no he was going to turn her. She was going to be
his greatest creation, second only to Spike of course. With the
unexpected addition of the redhead they little family would only
increase in the reign of terror it would unleash on the world. Just as
soon as he figured out just what the redhead was, that is. Angelus was
brought out of his silent musings as Willow leaped up from her hiding
place to take a swing at him.


Willow growled as she drew blood for the second time on the vampire.
There was just something about making this particular leech bleed that
just appealed to her cat. Must have something to do with the fact that
this leech seemed to have an unusual attachment to her life mate, such
an attachment would not be tolerated by her cat not one bit.

For the second time Willow could feel herself being lost in her animal
instincts, her cat moving to the forefront of her consciousness
demanding the blood of the leech before her. A small part of her
disappointed that she would not be sharing it with her life mate, but
her mate had her own leech to kill, and there would be plenty of times
in the future for the both of them to share a kill together her cat
reasoned.


Dru clapped her hands together in glee nearly losing her perch in her
excitement. Her little kitten was just so fierce! And her mind so open
and savage! The vampire was having little problems reading her kitten's
mind now, the less complex mind of the cat now firmly in control with
none of that pesky 'humanity' to interfere with Dru's manipulations.
Righting herself on her tree branch, Dru felt her own demon move to the
forefront as the Slayer joined the little stand off below her. 'Yes!'
She crowed mentally with an evil smile. At long last her master plans
would begin. It was time for the downfall of her sore to start, but
this was only the beginning. It wouldn't do for her pets to kill
Angelus just yet, it was too soon the sun nearly up and Dru wanted to
enjoy his downfall.


Buffy entered the standoff with a roundhouse kick to Angelus's head. It
was just such a good move to use on him and he never seemed to see that
one coming. Granted she usual used it to blind side him, but that was
beside the point.

Willow growled with approval as her life mate sent the vampire flying.
It seemed that they would be sharing a kill together after all. Moving
closer to her life mate, Willow begins to change forms. Her wild self
was demanding the right to stand before her life mate in her true form.

Buffy and Angelus were both stocked to see the redhead shape shift
before their eyes. The transformation was smooth, almost fluid, as
human form morphed into that of a large mountain lion. In mere seconds
where once a young human crouched stood a wildcat growling mincingly at
the vampire.

Without warning the cat leaped upon Angelus with a blood-curdling roar.
Only his vampire reflexes kept him from having his throat ripped out by
the enraged werecat. Diving to the side, Angelus comes up in a crouch
only to be tackled by Buffy who was intent on ending Angelus's reign of
terror once and for all. Strangely a part of her wasn't afraid of the
large cat, that little annoying voice telling her that everything was
cool and to just go with it.

For his part Angelus was getting real worried, the sun was about up and
these two just kept coming at him. At this rate he would be dust in a
matter of moments. With a burst of strength he throw the Slayer off of
him and into the cat. Scrambling to his feet he tore off in the
direction of his lair, it would be close but he would make it with only
minor singeing on his part.


Drusilla watched Angelus flee with a wicked grin, she had hoped to keep
her little kitten's secret a bit longer, but Angelus was too close to
being dusted for her likely. She wanted his death to be at her
convenience, she was going to enjoy it. As it was time was running out
the sun was beginning to peek above the horizon, she had to leave now if
she was going to make it to the safety of the sewers. With one last
look at the slayer and the mountain lion, she leaves for home. She had
lots to think over the early morning activities raising many questions
regarding her pets and their place at her side.


End Part 8


See, I finally got around to posting part 8, you guys can call off the
search party now, I'm still lurking about. :) I'm off to work on the
other stories I need to update now. Hey Rod, you still out there???