It's Only Blood
by Red
Chapter 3
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Joyce and Giles flew up the stairs to find Spike helping Faith remove her fist from the wall.
"Oh my...are you alright?" Joyce worriedly asked.
The slayer nodded numbly, Spike's words pounding in her head.
Spike turned to Giles and nodded for him to follow as he walked to the end of the hall. They spoke a moment then both Joyce and Faith jumped, startled by the older Englishman's voice.
"Rupert, what is it?"
"Her father did it."
Faith's low, barely above a whisper voice turned Joyce's attention back to her.
"What?" She knew she had her right, but the mere thought sickened her and she had to make sure. "Faith, what did you say?"
Giles hurried back to his slayer's mother, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Let's get that hand taken care of," he said, his voice soft.
"I'll kill him...I'll find the sick fuck and I'll tear him piece by piece, I fucking swear I will."
She was shaking and Joyce, putting her own anger asiide, put an arm around her and led her back into the bedroom, talking softly to her.
"I'll track him...stay out all bloody night I will," Spike lowly growled.
Giles nodded. "Find him...find him and put him somewhere safe...then call me...understand? Call me...don't do anything."
"If you thik I'm just gon-"
"CALL ME."
The vampire's eyes widened a bit and he nodded.
"Find him, stash him, call you...got it."
He hurried downstairs, getting Harmony and hurrying off to find Tara's father. Giles calmed himself the best he could, then went into Joyce's bedroom and made a few calls.
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"I wish I had my powers. I would make him suffer like you wouldn't believe."
Xander kissed Anya's shoulder, his fingers gently stroking her arm.
"I wish you did too, honey...I wish you did, too."
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Willow stared out the window, into the darkness.
"Will, baby, please, come over here...you're scaring me, baby."
The redhead didn't flinch, merely continued to stare out the window. Buffy watched a few more minutes, then got out of the bed, moved to her girlfriend and tok her hand.
"Will, if you don't snap out of this, I'm going to snap you out of it...and you so know I can."
Willow didn't move.
"I mean it, Will...and I'm not talking one of the cute little playful ones...you know the kind...the kind for when you get lost in the darkness. You're getting lost, baby...I can't let you get lost."
She waited another minute, the led Willow to the bed. Sitting down, Buffy pulled her girlfriend's pj pants down, then eased her witch over her lap. Willow, for her part, remained in her state of silence. Caressing the perfect pale flesh before her, Buffy raised her hand and began spanking. Not nearly as hard as she could, but hard enough to make an impact.
"Come on, Will, come back to me, baby, I need you."
Spankspankspankspankspankspankspankspankspank*
"Not gonna lose my witch, so not gonna happen."
Spankspankspankspankspankspankspankspankspankspank*
"It's not your fault, Willow...you couldn't have known."
Spankspankspankspankspankspankspankspankspankspank*
"Come back to me, witch! Damnit, come back!"
SPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANK*
She heard the beginings of sniffles and stopped.
"Will? Baby kitten, you there, sweetie?"
Willow's head nodded slightly as she began to sob. Buffy immediately pulled her into her arms, holding her tight, rubbing her back as Willow broke down in her arms.
"It's ok, baby, it's ok, get it out, let it all out, Will...I'm right here, not leaving you, never leaving my witch."
Willow cried hard for a good fifteen minutes, finally slowing down enough to get three words out. They were short and barely above a whisper, but they spoke volumes.
"Her own father."
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Beth McLay whimpered as Harmony threw her into the room.
"I so wanna hurt you...you don't know how bad I wanna hurt you. But it's not my place...it was my friend who was hurt, but her girlfriend, she's the one that gets to have the fun." The vampire smiled evilly, her game face slipping on. "But I will get to watch...and I'll bring popcorn to the show."
She closed the door, locked it and made her way down the hall to where Spike had Tara's brother.
"Enjoy the solitary, bastard...last night of piece you'll ever have...guaren-bloody-tee it."
He punched him hard in the gut, then left the room, locking the door behind him.
"She's all locked away, Spikey."
Spike placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"Good work, pet...the brother is as well."
"She wouldn't tell me where he was."
"Neither would he...soddin' prick, protectin' that twisted bastard."
"Want me to go back out? I can recheck the places I checked before."
He shook his head. "Sun will be up shortly, luv...not gonna risk my girl being toast. I'll call Rupert, let him know what's going on...he'll no doubt wanna have a few words with our guests...the slayer, too...Buffy, not Faith...don't think she should come anywhere near here at the moment. Not til' she calms down. We can get away withthings, pet...being of the non-human. I don't want Faith getting' her hands dirty like that." He put an arm around her. "Come on, let's make that call."
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"I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you, baby." Faith ran her fingers gently through Tara's cropped hair. "He even took your hair...your beautiful, golden mane...I swear to you, I fucking swear to you, he won't get away with it...he won't."
She lay her head down on the pillow next to her witch's, draping one arm carefully and protectively over her.
"I love you, Tara...so damn much, baby...you changed my whole life...made me a better person...made me real, human...before you, I wasn't alive...just a shell...a bitter, jealous shell of a person. Damn, I hated myself...hated everything I was...everything I wasn't...everything I wanted to be. Then you walked in that day, those big blue eyes and those wicked ass sexy as hell pouty lips...damn baby, it was hit and run...I loved you from that first moment, witch...promised myself that no matter what it took, you were damn well worth it."
She placed a soft kiss on Tara's shoulder.
"And I was right."
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Willow woke to a gentle slayer hand rubbing her butt. Smiling, she pressed back into the hand, moaning softly.
"Morning, my witch...sleep well?"
Buffy knew the answer to that...she had stayed up all night, holding Willow in her arms when the bad dreams came. They had lasted on and off for most of the night and Buffy hadn't left her side once.
"Sorry I kept you up," Willow apologised.
Buffy gave her butt a good swat, eliciting a gasp-ow combination from her lover.
"Do I need to adjust you to over my lap, baby?"
"No, NO! All good here, promise."
It wasn't that Willow didn't love being over her slayer's lap...it was her favorite place to be...well, second favorite. But at the moment, she was still very much feeling the last one and not that anxious for the sequel so soon.
Buffy smiled...the darkness, it seemed, was gone for the moment.
"Good girl."
She leaned over, placed a soft kiss on Willow's cheek and then disappeared under the blankets.
"OH!" Willow squealed, when she was suddenly rolled to her back and slayer lips began covering her warmth. "Oh goddess, Buf-OHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
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"Faith?"
Tara's weak voice was music to Faith's ears and she opened her brown eyes and sat up, gently giving her girl's hand a soft squeeze.
"I'm right here, baby, right here." She stroked her witch's hair gently.
Tara opened her non-swollen eye and managed a small smile when she saw her girlfriend.
"Hey, beautiful," she whispered, her voice hoarse.
"You're the beautiful one, witch...always the beautiful one."
She was using every ounce of strength she had to keep the tears back and even though it hurt like hell, she did it for Tara.
"I'm sorry."
Faith's heart fell. "No, no baby, you have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me? Nothing...this isn't your fault...don't you dare think it is."
She carefully placed a soft kiss on Tara's bruised mouth and Tara managed to smile again.
"I love you, slayer."
Faith returned the smile. "I love you witch."
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"Oh goddess, I love you, slayer!"
"I love you, witch."
Buffy panted hard as she slammed the strap on into Willow's tight little ass, one hand in red hair, the other thrusting in and out of her witch's wet heat.
Willow's fingers gripped the headboard tight, her head falling back with each gentle tug from Buffy's hand, her eyes closed tight, her entire body on fire.
"Mine, witch, MINE."
Buffy growled deeply, thrusting harder and Willow responded with moans, mewls and a few growls of her own.
"Yours, always, forever, baby, promise."
Buffy leaned in and kissed Willow's shoulder, then at the same time, gave her clit a good twist, slammed the strap harder and bit down...and Will went over the edge, screaming her slayer's name at the top of her lungs. Buffy followed suite, screaming her own release, her witch's name, then collapsing onto the bed, pulling Willow into her arms, the strap still firmly in place in Willow's ass.
"Oh gawd Will, I so love you," she panted, holding her, stroking red, damp hair.
Willow could only nod, pressing back hard against Buffy, safe in the arms of her slayer.
"I love...uh huh, you, oh goddess, yes, Buffy..."