If Destiny Wills (8/?) By Alex P.

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Title: If Destiny Wills (8/?)
Author: Alex P. keeper444@xxxxxxxxx
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Sequel to: A Higher Power, Truth and Consequences, Next Illogical Step
Spoilers: General Fourth Season
Rating: NC-17 because of the female loving female aspect of the story. This 
story is about two adult women that are sharing their lives-if this isn't 
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Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy Willow Giles and any others from
BTVS are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy etc. No
infringement of any kind intended.

<>Thoughts<>
*****Flashbacks****


If Destiny Wills (8/?)
By Alex P.

Part Eight

Giles had just finished patrolling. When the sun had gone down and the 
girls hadn't woken up he decided to let them sleep while he made a quick 
sweep.

After the thwarted attack on Buffy that morning he spent the rest of the day 
watching over them and thinking about a plan.

<>I only hope they are willing to go along with it. <> Giles thought, <>This 
is the first time I've called in outside help without their consent, but I 
have no choice. <> He kept up the mental dialogue all the way home.

<>Anyone that can worm their way through Willow's defenses and so thoroughly 
attack Buffy was a formidable foe. The type of the attack also spoke volumes 
to kind of Magician that was behind it. <>

By the time he walked into the door he was certain that his plan was the 
only way to save the girls-from what he still wasn't sure-but he was sure of 
the danger they were in.

"Buffy, Willow?" He called, when he didn't find them on the couch. He felt 
a brief surge of panic at their absence and decided to call them at their 
apartment next door. But, as he entered the hallway Giles heard the raised 
voices of a heated argument.

"Willow you can't! You promised!" Buffy's voice easily carried thorough the 
closed door of his spare bedroom. "He'll tell mom...t-they'll h-hate m-me! 
Or he will think I'm ready to be put away!"

The sound of her sobbing plea tore at the ex-Watcher's heart, and made him 
wonder what could possibly be so bad that Joyce might hate her for it. Then 
he realized, nothing, Buffy wasn't thinking clearly.

"Buffy, honey, don't cry," he heard Willow say as he reached up to knock on 
the door. "We have to tell him so he can help us, Giles could never hate 
you."

Giles could hear the near hysteria in Willow's voice. Hoping that what he 
had to say would allay their fears; Giles knocked lightly on the door. 
Instantly, Buffy's crying stopped.

"Yeah," Willow called out, "is that you Giles."

"Yes, are you clothed?" He asked. "I believe we need to talk."

"I bet," he heard Buffy say sarcastically, "he's probably been snooping 
around out there spying on us."

"Buffy please!" Willow hissed, embarrassed by her companion's rude remark. 
Then she called out "Come on in Giles."

He cautiously stepped through the door, looking around he saw Buffy sitting 
on the floor facing a corner hugging her knees, her body was shaking as she 
tried to hide her sobbing from him.

Willow was sitting on the edge of the bed; her entire body ridged with 
tension and her eyes were red and puffy and locked on Buffy. Giles could see 
the trials left by the young witch's tears. He surmised the argument had 
been going on for some time before he arrived.

"I'm sorry if we disturbed you, Giles." Willow said softly her voice 
trembling with emotion, her eyes never leaving her lover. "There seems to be 
a minor break down in communications."

"I see." Giles paused as he turned back to Buffy. He had never seen his 
slayer this distraught. <>I just hope we aren't too late. <> He thought as 
he watched the Slayer try to pull even farther into herself.

"Well is there anything I can do?" he asked, sympathetically. Looking back 
at Willow and seeing the signs of pressures the red head was under.

"No, Giles," Willow sighed.

<>She looks like she's about to face a firing squad! Well, I guess she's 
resigned to having to hurt the person she loves most in the world, either 
that or letting her get killed. <> Giles' estimation of Willow's strength 
rose higher.

"All you can do for us is listen," Willow continued sadly. "There is 
something I have to tell you."

"No, Wills, please..." Buffy cried out in a tiny wounded voice. "Please 
don't do this to me."

Willow went to her hysterical lover, knelt beside her, and pulled her to her 
chest. She began rocking Buffy gently stroking her soft golden hair trying 
to comfort the hysterical girl.

Giles' watched as every time Buffy sobbed Willow would flinch as if she were 
being beaten. But, the young Witch had on her resolve face so even though 
Giles could tell Willow was in as much pain as his Slayer-they were going to 
talk to him. All he had to do was wait them out.

"I'm not doing this to you baby, I'm doing this for us." Willow explained 
softly into Buffy's ear as if comforting a frightened child. "This is Giles, 
love, he takes care of us and he protects us. He'd never ever hurt us, but 
most of all sweetheart he's like a father to you, he loves you like you were 
his own daughter. He has to know everything that's happening so he can keep 
my sweet, sweet Slayer alive for me. I would die if anything happened to you 
because I didn't tell him something."

Giles choked on his tears at Willow's revelations; he was totally speechless 
listening to her opinion of him. He felt a little embarrassed at witnessing 
this highly personal exchange between lovers, and more than a little happy 
that they thought of him as their father.

"Please baby let me tell him." Willow whispered into Buffy's ear nipping 
lightly at the lobe. "I believe in Giles and deep down you do too. I'm 
begging you honey let me do this for you."

Giles was about to speak when Buffy nodded her head slowly.

"Go ahead and tell him," Buffy whispered softly. "If you think it's that 
important and it will make you happy Wills, I never could deny you anything.

Willow's face lit up and she began kissing Buffy's face and neck

"Thank you, (kiss) thank you (kiss) thank you," Willow said joyfully. "I 
know he will help us I just know he will."

Willow was doing her best to smother Buffy with kisses so Giles cleared his 
throat to remind them he was there before things got out of hand.

"Oh Giles...I...ha...you..." Willow stammered embarrassed.

Buffy giggled at her lover's condition, a sudden mood change after the 
decision that further cemented Giles' belief of a mental attack.

"Oh you're gonna so get yours young lady!" Willow told her with a sexually 
charged growl.

"Any time you're ready Willow?" Giles said calmly, inwardly amused and 
relieved that the girls' good-natured banter had returned. It would make 
what he was about to tell them easier.

"I am here for however long you need me," he added with an easy smile. It 
was hard not to smile around his girls.

Giles went over and sat on the edge of the bed and while Willow continued to 
hold and comfort her lover she told Giles everything she knew about Buffy's 
night terrors.

When she finished Giles took off his glasses and cleaned them (a nervous 
habit he had whenever he faced a problem).

"The first thing I think we should clear up is from what you have told me 
and what I have already seen, these are not dreams per say," Giles said as 
he replaced his glasses. "My best guess would be that they are some form of 
metaphysical attack."

He kept silent as he watched the girls digest this information. At first 
neither of them said anything they just starred at the librarian slack jawed 
and wide eyed--then a beatific smile spread over Buffy's face.

"That means I'm not insane? Right?" Buffy asked relief evident in her voice.

"Insane? Good lord Buffy, of course not!" Giles answered. "What ever gave 
you that idea."

"Well... you know...I mean first the dreams wouldn't go away," Buffy 
answered subdued. The Englishman noticed Willow starting to stoke her hair 
again to calm her. "Then I started waking up in different parts of the 
house-with these strange marks and scratches--not knowing how I got them or 
got there."

She hid her face behind Willow's shoulder, "I kinda figured if you found out 
you'd have me locked up in some home for whacked out Slayers or something' 
like that."

"No one would ever take you away from me! Not ever!" Willow growled 
protectively, "I don't care who they are, they will never get you away from 
me!"

"It is all right Willow," Giles said to calm the witch, before she could 
upset Buffy again. "There will be no taking anyone anywhere and that I 
promise you."

The suddenly intense look on Willow's face made even Giles a little nervous, 
in a way he could almost feel sorry for anyone that tried to come between 
them.

"All right then if we have successfully cleared up the sanity matter I think 
it is time we got around to what to do about the attacks and the ambushes."

Giles paused to see if his two charges had any more to say, when they said 
nothing, he continued. "I believe I have come up with a viable plan of 
action that will deflect any interference from any outside forces. In order 
to do that however it will be necessary to use some methods that we have 
never used before."

Once he had the girls undivided attention Giles outlined his plan and 
although they strenuously objected to some of the methods he wanted to use 
they both saw his point finally and reluctantly agreed to the over all plan.

After several interruptions for urgent last minute wedding preparations 
everything was settled all they were waiting on was some of the special 
"plans" to arrive.

The wait seemed an eternity

*****

The screaming had stopped, cut off with frightening finality.

Within seconds of the last gurgling scream the door to Countess Hela's 
private chambers flew open slamming into the wall and the tall exotically 
erotic female strolled out of the dimly lit room.

Her frustration showed clearly in her every move and look. Most of the 
servants, both human and non-human cringed back into the shadows trying to 
avoid her notice. When the Countess was frustrated, things could get messy 
if she noticed you.

Her glowing red eyes fell on the one human not trying to hide from her; a 
terrifying smile crossed her lips.

The man was a huge heavily muscled Latino. Hela had found him hiding in an 
alley, living like an animal filthy and hungry, and his insanity openly 
written on his face and in his behavior.

As soon as the Demoness saw him in that alley she knew who and what he was, 
and knew he would be a perfect servant and pet.

His name was Max that was all; no last name, no nick names, just Max.

It seems that Max had been hiding in that alley because the authorities had 
found him out in his native country. The police had been plagued by a 
particularly vicious serial killer whose MO was to torture his victims for 
several days before dissecting their still living bodies. Still living 
bodies of mostly redheaded women: but a blonde would do in a crunch.

Once in the service of his beloved Countess he became her most loyal and 
devoted servant. He refused any reward for his service, he only asked to do 
her bidding and be allowed to remain in her presence.

When he saw her eyes on him Max felt a shiver of joy run through his body 
since the death of Hela's favorite demon, Max had taken his place as the 
head of her household and her personal playmate.

"Come to me Max," Hela purred smiling at him. "I have need of you my pet."

Adoration shone in his eyes as he approached her reverently like a zealot 
approaching their god.

"Yes your grace," Max's voice trembled with emotion. "How may I serve you?"

She looked down into his adoring eyes and smiled her razor sharp teeth and 
fangs flashing in the flickering light. Hela reached out with a long 
taloned finger and traced his jaw, then seeing him shiver in ecstasy at her 
touch she let the finger continue down his neck and across the well-defined 
muscles of his chest.

"Take some of these useless louts and have them clean my chambers." Hela 
ordered him never raising her voice above a whisper "Dispose of the remains 
in the usual way, I imagine the dogs are hungry."

"As you wish your grace," he said never taking his eyes off his goddess. He 
was in awe of her voracious appetites and wanted desperately to please her. 
"Are they ready?"

"Two of them are," she replied off handily. "The last one is broken but she 
still breaths, these human females are pretty and fun but they have no 
stamina. I certainly hope the Slayer is a little more entertaining than the 
others of her kind. I can't wait to begin her final training."

The man nodded his agreement then turned and began ordering some of the 
lower demons and human servants to join him in the Countess' chambers.

All of them jumped at his commands; they feared him almost as much as they 
feared the Countess herself. The Demoness laughed as a thought entered her 
mind; she visualized Max training the witch-kit while the Slayer was forced 
to watch. Her raucous maniacal laughter filled the room bringing shivers of 
fear to those remaining.

"Oh, and Max," she purred.

"Yes your grace?" he returned instantly.

"Do a good job my pet and I'll find you a new toy," she promised her 
psychopathic servant.

With a twisted insane grin on his face Max turned and hurried to do his 
mistress' bidding.

Having finished that portion of her morning business and knowing without 
reservation that Max would follow her instructions to the letter, Hela 
continued on to her next order of business.

Events of the last few days had placed an unusual drain on her power and 
Hela was in serious need of a recharge.

She went across the room to stone alter that was set up in a shadowed corner 
of her 'throne' room. Dipping a finger into a bowl of blood she'd harvested 
from her playthings the night before, Hela began carefully drawing symbols 
on the alter while chanting ancient formulas that were old when man first 
walked on the earth.

Once she finished drawing the necessary symbols and continuing her eerie 
chant she ran a razor sharp talon down the inside of her arm opening a vein.

Allowing her blood to flow over the alter Hela chanted as a sickly looking 
red and yellow flame rose from the stone surface it spread out until it 
engulfed the Countess. To her the flames held no heat they were in fact 
frigid.

The intense cold entered her body filling it with its energy. The fire on 
the altar surface slowly died leaving behind a clean unmarked surface, but 
Hela's entire body was flames. The fiery figure stretched and writhed then 
she screamed, but not in pain.

> From the sounds it was as if she was sexually aroused and the scream 
signaled her orgasm.

Slowly the flames faded leaving behind smooth soft flawless skin and long 
shining black hair, all signs of fatigue and battle were gone leaving Hela 
completely rested and restored.

Holding her arms straight out at shoulder level Hela threw her head back and 
let out an earth shaking howling roar challenging the gods of light in the 
name of her own dark deities.

Hela spun around with a flourish and faced the minions that had stayed to 
see the ritual and fixed them with her brightly glowing red eyes then she 
slowly allowed a menacing feral smile to cross her lips.

"Now back to our little Slayer and her precious witch-kit." Hela growled 
evilly "I will have them and I will be rid of that bastard Kresis." No one 
doubted her for a minute.


The End of Part Eight



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