Intimidation and Arrivals
by DawnBTVS
Chapter 3
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"I just heard that the Slayer has ended up on the wrong side of the tracks," Spike sing songs, glancing down at Drusilla who is splayed out on a velvet quilt spread over a king sized bed. Drusilla looks up at him, a grin tugging at her lips.
"The cards showed she would dance with that which she first met. Silly Angel, thought he was in the deck," Drusilla purrs. She leans back, eyeing Spike. "The moon sang to me, Spike. Do you know what it told me?" she asks. Spike smiles, having no idea what Drusilla is rambling about.
"You tell me, love," Spike replies. Drusilla grins and sits up.
"The moon told me that the Slayer would be meeting somebody. Very powerful he is. He knows her secret, but she doesn't know his," Drusilla says. She stands up off the bed and walks up to Spike.
"Will this powerful man threaten us?" Spike asks, clearly unhappy that somebody else will access the Slayer before him.
"He knows who we are. He'll get to know us, but he won't be a spoil sport to our party," Drusilla replies. Spike nods his head, unsure if he should be happy or not with Drusilla's response.
"That's good to know, I guess. I want the Slayer dead. The quicker, the better, and I won't stand around waiting either," Spike says, now snarling. He's already killed two Slayers. This one shouldn't pose a problem, however he promised Drusilla that it would be an in and out job. He didn't like being on a Hellmouth. Too many demons here, they could always threaten to do his job for him. He likes the notoriety that comes with being the big bad in a place, and that won't happen with all these bottom feeders around him.
"Don't worry, my Spike. All will be settled," Drusilla says, resting her forehead against Spike's.
"That's right, baby. One Slayer settled into the ground, while we will be settled in London," Spike whispers, kissing Drusilla on the forehead. "Now, let's get something to eat," he says. Drusilla looks up at him, a gleam in her eye.
~~~BTVS~~~
"I thought I could entrust him with that information, Allen. I mean, we're talking about information that is fairly heavy duty, and would send most people running into the night screaming. That'd be quite a fitting action in this town wouldn't it? Anyways, I'm disappointed. You know why? I have the Slayer, right here in Sunnydale. Can you imagine what it would mean for business if she got killed? It would skyrocket this place," says Mayor Wilkins III. He grins, pleased at the idea. He clasps both hands together and rests them on his desk.
"Well, do you want to terminate him?" Allen asks, not sure what the Mayor wants to hear. Wilkins shakes his head.
"Of course not, Allen. After the Flutie debacle, I'm glad we finally have a man who takes pride in stern discipline. I just wish he would enforce it on other students. I want the Slayer in Sunnydale. I know, it could jeopardize what I have planned for next year, but I'm willing to take that risk. She draws in the demon clientele after all," Wilkins says, now rising to his feet. "I met her mother, really a charming woman. I want to meet the Slayer though, face to face. See if you can arrange something with-in the next week. Try not to cancel any PR work though. Thanks, Allen," Wilkins says, patting Allen on the back, and walking out of the room. Allen lets out a sigh, and exits the room, heading to his office.
~~~BTVS~~~
Buffy and I stood side by side in front of Joyce. We were standing in the living room. I glance at Buffy, feeling very worried. Buffy gives me a small smile, trying to ease her butterflies as well as mine. It has no effect on me at all. Buffy turns her gaze back to Joyce.
"Uh...Mom, did you happen to call the Mayor last night? Or, maybe he called you?" Buffy asks. I can see Joyce frowning already. That's not a good sign to see this early in a talk like this.
"No. What happened?" Joyce asks. Uh-oh. I glance at Buffy who's staring back. What do we tell her? Anything? Nothing? I'm not used to parents addressing me in such a straightforward manner.
"We met with Principal Snyder today. He was going to expel us, until the Mayor called him, and told him to not expel us. He knew our names, too, like he was expecting this to happen," I say, slowly. Joyce sits down, though her lips are pursed tightly. I've been here enough to know it's her angry face. I step closer to Buffy, out of fear. Joyce looks up at us.
"I believe I'll have a talk with the Mayor. Thank him for his hospitality. Has anything else been going on at school?" Joyce asks. Damn. Buffy steps forward and fields this one. I look at her, quite grateful for her taking this one. I'm not sure I could've said it.
"We've had a couple incidents with other students. Nothing physical, to us, at least...but uh, it's nothing for you to be concerned about," Buffy says, trying to convey that Joyce shouldn't get involved. I'm torn as I want her to get involved but I know that Buffy and I need to stand up to this ourselves.
"I don't like the thought of either of you having to deal with that. I know what it's like to be in high school, however I can't say that I understand what you two are going through. I'll keep my distance and let you two handle it, but if it gets physical, I'm stepping in. Are we clear?" Joyce asks. We both nod our heads. I'm glad that Joyce is entrusting us to handle ourselves rather than be all John Wayne and save the day.
"Thanks. We'll be upstairs working on homework," Buffy says, smiling at Joyce. They hug as I hang back, still feeling a bit like an outsider. Joyce embraces me, and I smile over her shoulder at Buffy. Buffy looks pleased to see her mother taking a motherly role to me. We release our hug as Buffy grabs my hand and almost drags me upstairs. She closes the door, and grins. It's like the Cheshire cat, only not as creepy. That cat gave me nightmares for months. Of course, I had to watch it over at Xander's house. I still don't know why my parents wouldn't let me watch it. I'll ask Buffy some time about that, maybe she knows.
"Come on...foot massage time. Vixen," Buffy says, grinning. I pretend to be shocked, but the smile on my face completely betrays my minds intentions. Oh well. I lead Buffy to the bed, and flex my hands.
~~~BTVS~~~
I had just finished taking a shower and enter our room. I close the door quietly and take in Buffy's form on the bed. She's sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees. I frown and walk closer, staying standing at the edge of the bed as Buffy looks up at me.
"We've been together for a while, right, Will?" Buffy asks, as I nod my head. I'm not sure where she's going with this, and instantly flash to Buffy rejecting me or telling me the relationship's over. I feel my chest tighten at the thought. "I just keep thinking back to the shower and what you did. I don't want you to feel self conscious in front of me. I don't want you to be ashamed of anything," Buffy says, and I can see her eyes taking me in. I take a seat on the bed, at her feet.
"For years, I was laughed at or mocked for everything from my hair to my clothes. It's not you, Buffy. It will never be your fault. It's just...it's hard to overcome that, you know? I'm so used to people making snide comments about how I look, and I look at you, and you're the complete opposite. You shower me with praise and make me feel good about the way I look. It's still hard for me to be open with you, that way. I've never been with somebody in that way before, and to be honest, it'll take a while for me to get comfortable. I don't want to make you wait, or run you off," I say, lowering my eyes to the bed. Buffy cups my cheek and kisses me passionately on the lips.
"I'll always be here for you. I never knew that it had gotten that bad. I just figured it was teasing. If I had known how insecure Cordelia made you..." Buffy says, not finishing the sentence. I know what she's thinking though, a slight clause in the Slayer book for killing a human. A part of me would cheer her on, but I know Cordelia's not worth it.
"When you've been conditioned to see yourself as a loser, it makes it tough to believe people when they give compliments. I don't have the confidence you do, Buffy. I can't just stand up to people, and dish back what they say to me. I know you want it, and I want too, but I'm just not ready. It's not you however, it's me, and I know it's stupid but I need time," I whisper, feeling like a dolt for making Buffy wait. I'm a horrible girlfriend. A good girlfriend would never make her lover wait. I feel tears falling as Buffy hugs me tight, just cradling me.
"It's alright, Willow. I'll wait a hundred years if it takes you that long," Buffy says, making me cry even harder. I can't make Buffy wait a hundred years. She has needs and that would make me so selfish. Buffy seems to sense that she said the wrong thing. "Oh, sorry, bad, bad wording. Just, take your time, okay? I know you feel bad for making me wait, but I can wait. I want the time to be special. I don't want sex just to say we had sex and you didn't make me wait. I want it to be a loving experience, and as corny as this is, a perfect night. I also want you to be ready. To be honest, I'm not sure I'm that ready myself," Buffy says as I lift my eyes to hers. I can see the sincerity in her eyes, her smile. I sniffle as Buffy wipes my tears away.
"Really?" I ask, not believing her last comment. Buffy just smiles and kisses me on the forehead.
"Really. I love you, Willow. Don't feel bad for anything you do. Whatever you do, I'll support your decision," Buffy says.
"Thanks, Buffy," I whisper, nuzzling against her neck as I feel myself falling asleep.