A New Day
by bad shot
A Bad Time
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A/N: Scenes that should not be read by children are in this one.
Chapter 6
Willow throws her backpack onto the table heaving a sigh of relief, but also starting to worry about Xander. He had been acting differently that was for sure. He had started even to hang out with Kyle's gang.
She, and Buffy had had another sleep over trying desperately to keep her away from her father. She waits for Giles looking around the room to see any sign of Buffy, but obviously she was still away.
Buffy leaned against the file cabinet waiting for her paper to be finished copying, "Hey Buffy," Xander's voice came from the door, "I was wondering where you were."
He comes into the room, and pulls one of the file cabinets in front of the door, "Xander w-what are y-you doing?" Buffy asks stumbling as she back further away.
Xander smiles like a predator hunting his prey, "Oh Buffy, Buffy, Buffy. You think I would let Willow have you. You are mine all mine," the words were so cold they made Buffy shiver. Before Xander could react Buffy threw herself to the ground, and tried to hide in the mass of file cabinets, and tables, "Oh Buffy this just makes things more interesting. You should now I love a good chase."
Xander kneeled down to ground level, and curled his hand around Buffy's ankle. She gave a small scream of help, and held onto the edge of one of the cabinets. He pulled harder. A small snap came from Buffy's ankle, and both her hands snapped down to her ankle.
He smiled pulling her back out into the open, "Buffy. You should have known this would happen I mean come on," Xander said rolling his eyes as he pinned Buffy's body with his, and held her hands down with one hand over her head. He used his free hand, and slipped it up her shirt.
Buffy had tears coming down her face from pain, and embarrassment, "Xander please you don't..."
"What! Want to do this, because trust me Buffy I do," He yelled ripping her tank top over her head, and tying it around her wrists. He punched her in the mouth ripping the sleeve off his shirt, and shoving it in her mouth. His mouth went down, as his hands ripped her bra off throwing it across the room. He bit at her breasts making marks, and some of them even bled.
He then loses all his patience, and rips her pants down. Buffy starts to jerk around trying to find a way out of his grip. He just laughs, and pulls her panties down.
He unzips his jeans slowly drinking in every moment that her fear would jump up another level. Her eyes kept on getting wider until all he was was her hazel eyes.
Buffy could feel herself stiffen as he aimed himself right aimed his erection straight at her now exposed sex. He pushed in slowly enjoying the tightness of Buffy's body. Buffy screamed out as Xander pushed against her hymen slowly taking away her virginity. He smiled as blood started to pour out from the apex between Buffy's legs.
He began to pump in faster, and then slower then speeding up again to a bruising pace. Buffy was only letting out small whimpers now that blackness was eating away at her vision. The last thing she felt was Xander pulling back out flipping her over so her nose was pressed against the ground, and pushing himself inch by inch into Buffy.
The next day Willow waited in her room for a phone call from Buffy. Xander was all better thanks to Faith, and Xander didn't remember a thing. Buffy was missing, and Willow hated to think that she had gone home to her dad.
Willow called Giles, but his only response was to say that she should check where Buffy had last been, and the last place Willow could think of was when Buffy told her she was going to the copying room.
She opened the front door to the school with the key Giles had gave her. She sniffed the air, and could smell all the stuff that had happened. The pig, Mr. Flutie had been the only ones killed.
She walked through the hallways a sense of dread coming over her that she knew had something to do with Buffy. She reached the copy room, and tried to look through the window only to find it was to dark to see. She put her hand on the doorknob, and twisted.
A/N: Sorry that this is so sad, but happy times are coming up later. Much later.