Of Stakes And Spells
by VixenRaign
Telling The Truth
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(Author's note: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I had a lot of School work I had to catch-up on
because I spent WAY TOO much time writing FanFiction . . . needless to say my professors are pissed at
me . . . hope you like this next chapter! WARNING: it makes little if any sense, and that's because I
dreamt it up after I wrote the last chapter. Hope you don't hate it TOO much . . .)
===(*Telling The Truth*)===
Buffy awoke slowly, surprised by the warmth she felt. She knew she was sleeping on top of the covers,
and yet she was surrounded by heat. Then, another realization came to her: she wasn't alone. Her initial
reaction was to throw off who ever was on top of her, but something stopped her.
{Why does this feel so good?} She wondered. {It was never like this with Angel, he was always so cold
and hard. He never held me like this}. The small blond sighed, thinking about how amazing it was to
wake up that way. {I could never leave this bed again, and I think I'd be happy for the rest of my life}
Buffy thought.
Buffy was still half asleep, so her brain didn't even have the presents-of-mind to lie to her self. {It feels so
good . . . why haven't I felt like this before?} The Slayer wondered. Then a familiar smell came to her.
{Umm! Cherry-Cranberry Sham-} her eyes shot open, and she was suddenly awake. {WILLOW!} She
closed here eyes quickly; hoping that she was still asleep and when she woke it'd all be a dream.
{Oh. My. GOD!} Buffy was in code blue Panic-Mode, ready to jump out of bed and run off down the
hall. She felt her friend stir slightly on her, but she was too afraid to see if the redhead was awake. Buffy
had to calm down. {I didn't do anything wrong!} She yelled inside her head {I fell asleep on my bed next
to my best friend, and we must have just . . . latched on to each other during the night. You know,
mistaken each other for other people . . .} but then, as though in answer to her own thought, another voice,
from the back of Buffy's mind said { . . . Oh come one Buffy! How lame is that! I know you enjoyed it,
and probably still are enjoying it. No use lying, I'm you and I know what you feel}
{Okay . . .} the first voice answered, {So what if I did? I didn't know it was HER!}
{Would it matter if you did?}
{OF COURSE IT WOULD!!}
{ . . . Why?}
{BECAUSE . . . !} Buffy didn't have an answer to that, {BECAUSE! I DON'T LIKE WILLOW LIKE
THAT!!}
{You sure about that . . . ?} That made the Slayer pause, {Because from what I've seen, you like her A
LOT! It's all there, you just don't see it. It's become subconscious for you.}
{What do you mean?!} Buffy was becoming very confused, and she was going to have to talk to Giles
about the possibility of her having schizophrenia.
{Buffy, mistake me if I'm wrong, but didn't you walk willingly to your death when you were only 16?}
{Yeah, so? What does that have to do with Willow?}
{She was there, remember? You said 'NO', you said you quit, and even your beloved Angel couldn't talk
some sense into you . . . but after spending just a few minutes talking to a scared Willow, you marched
down to that cave and died.} Buffy remembered that day, it still gave her shivers.
{What does that have to do with anything? It's my destiny to die, so what if I finally embraced it?}
{Yeah, but the other night you did something you haven't let yourself do in a long time: TAKE THE
NIGHT OFF! I know you think: 'If I don't go out tonight, then that's at least one vamp that got away and
had a meal. And there's another life I let slip through my fingers'}
{BUT WILLOW WAS GRIEVING!} she rationalized, {I had to do something! She needed to be taken
care of!}
{Trust me, you just made it worse.} The second voice said darkly.
{What? What did I do?}
{You see, that's just it: YOU DON'T REMEMBER! I know that a part of you remembers, deep inside
your skull. You see flashes of the memories in your dreams, and you know they're real.}
{What? What don't I remember?! TELL ME!} The second voice didn't answer her question, ignoring it
as though the words had gone unsaid.
{Just let go, Buffy. You have been so alone for so long, even LONG before Angel left you were alone.
Just look at her, and you'll see it. Do you feel the way she's clinging to you? The disparity in the way
she holds you, compared to how everyone else has? She needs you, not the other way around. I know
you love her, and don't pass-up the chance to let her love you back.} There was a silence in the Blond
slayer's head, absorbing the facts and trying to figure them out.
{You feel it, don't you?} The voice continued, {that heat. There's chemistry between you of prophetic
proportions . . . don't ignore it Buffy. I know you don't want to . . .} the voice faded, leaving the slayer
nothing to distract her from the heat of her and the Witch's body.
Buffy slowly wrapped her arms around the Copper-top's body, trying to slow her thoughts to a point where
she could at least jog along side them in order to keep up.
"Buffy?" came the quiet and sleepy voice of the Witch, "Are you awake?"
"Mmm . . ." Buffy said smiling, trying to enjoy the last moments of her and Willow's time together.
"Buffy?" Willow whispered, even more quietly. The blond gave her a tight hug, realizing she didn't want
to let go quite yet. "Who are you dreaming about?" Willow obviously thought she was sleeping, and was
trying to trick her into talking in her sleep again. Buffy fished around for the name that would freak
Willow out the most, she settled on one that was sure to have the witch wigged.
"Mmm . . ." Buffy moaned sleepily, "Faithy you sexy devil . . ." She felt Willow shoot up into a sitting
position.
"FAITH!?!" Willow practically screeched. Buffy couldn't hold it in any longer, and burst out laughing.
She eyes opened to see the horrified look on the red-head's face.
"Willow!" Buffy laughed hysterically, "You should see the look on your face!"
TO BE CONTINUED