Forever, Always, and Then SomeChapter 109
In Sunnydale Oz walks down the sidewalk with Conner. A car pulls up against the curb and slams on brakes. Oz steps in front for the stroller leans over and looks in the window. Devon: Oz. Man, it is you. Oz: It’s me. Devon: Thought you left town for good. Oz: I did. Just visiting. Devon: Great. Hey is that your kid? Oz: No it’s Buffy and Angel’s little boy. Devon: Buffy? The blonde chick. Hey isn’t Angel that big dude she was with in school. I thought he left town. Oz: That’s him. They are married now. Devon: Wow. So how come you have the little crumb snatcher? Oz: They needed a little time away before the new baby gets here. Devon: Another one? Damn they don’t mess around. Glad it ain’t me. Oz: It will be me soon enough. Devon: You are shitting me. You and who, man? Oz: Willow. Devon: Willow? I thought she went all gay and all. Oz: I really don’t think we need to discuss her private life, Dev. Devon: Gotcha. So what you doing now? Oz: I live in LA. Actually I work part time with Angel in his company. But I am putting a new band together. Devon: In LA? You needing a singer? Oz: We might. You thinking of moving? Devon: Nothing for me here. Oz: What about Dingos? Devon: Well Rolf got married and Mike got killed. That just leaves me and Frank and he went to work with his dad. Oz: Sorry to hear that. Where is the equipment? Devon: Mom’s basement. Conner start fussing. Oz looks down. Oz: Hey I gotta get moving. Call me at Buffy’s later Devon: Will do. Devon speeds off. Oz continues the walk.
Later that afternoon. Oz walks in the Magic Box with Conner and Dawn. Anya: Uh hi there. Oz: Will here yet? Anya: No but Giles just called. He thinks he has something. He is faxing it over. Oz: Great. Was not looking forward to looking through all the books. Dawn: I was. Anya: You were? Dawn: I finally get to help and then poof Giles does it all. Oz: Not so fast. We don’t know what he has yet. There may be plenty of research to go around. Dawn: I hope so. Anya: Okay then. Why don’t you hand me Conner and you can get the play pen from the back. Oz: Just show me where. Dawn: I’ll help you. Oz: Thanks. They finish setting up the playpen as Emily walked in. Anya: Hello there. Emily: Hello Anya. I guess I am a bit early. Dawn: No you’re not. We are here. Emily: I was expecting Buffy and Willow. Dawn: Willow should be here soon and Buffy is out of town. Emily: Is she on her way back? Oz: No. We decided they needed the time more than we needed their research skills. Emily: And who might you be? Oz holds out his hand: Daniel Osbourne, but everyone calls me Oz. Emily: Okay Oz. Nice to meet you. Are you Dawn’s boyfriend? Dawn: No way. He is Willow’s ex……you are still ex right? Oz: Still ex. Willow walks. Willow: I made it. Oz: Will, you okay? He moves forward and guides her to a chair. Dawn: She is looking green. Better get her to the bathroom. Oz scoops her up and follows Dawn. Emily: She did look a bit peaked. Anya: She does that a lot. Not sure why they call it morning sickness. She gets it all times of the day. Emily: Morning sickness? Is she pregnant too? Anya: Oh sorry. I thought you knew. Well because of the prophecies and all. Emily: Prophecies? What Prophecies? Anya: Uh I think you uh need to ask them. Emily: Them? Whom? Crystal walks in. Anya: Hello. You‘re not working today. Crystal: I know. I was summoned for research duty. Anya: Oh okay. Hey, there goes the fax machine. Dawn: Anya, you got anything for Will to drink? Anya: Fridge in the office. Dawn: Thanks. Oz and Willow walk out and he guides her to her chair. Dawn hands her a drink. Emily: Am I to understand you are with child too? Willow: Yes I am. Emily: I am sorry for being so surprised. I was under the assumption you were gay. Willow: I am. Emily: Is there, well is there a father? Oz: Looking at him. Emily: Oh okay. I was starting to think it might be a case of immaculate conception. Willow: Huh? Why would you think that? Emily: Well uh Anya: Here is the fax. Willow: What fax? Anya: From Giles silly. Willow: Let me see it and never call me silly. Anya: Sorry. Willow looks over the information. Oz: Well? Willow: He found out the order of Orephotifano are demons of chaos. Which we suspected. And they all have the visage of a human at all times. They are recognized by the others by the pins they wear at all times. The council is unsure of the actual powers of the Order or of the significance of the pins. They are still searching. Dawn: So I guess we are too. Crystal: What exactly are we looking for? Willow: Any references to the Order or the leaders or even of the pin Emily: Does anyone know what the pin looks like? Willow: We do. Spike attempted to sketch it last night. Here is his very amateur renderings.
Emily: It kind of resembles a butterfly. Doesn’t it. Willow: I thought so too. Xander walks in. Anya: Hello husband. Did you have a good day at work? Xander gives her soft kiss. Xander: I worked. I made money. Anya: Then it was a good day. We are doing research. Xander: That is why I am here. So what kind of big evil are we facing now. Willow: Not sure yet. He sits down picks up the drawing. Xander: Cordy been here? Willow: No. Why? Xander: Oh this drawing looks a lot like the ones she did for Angel’s business cards. Willow: It does? Oz pulls out his wallet and hands her a card. Willow: I guess it does. Just sort of upside down. Dawn: The demons are wearing an upside down angel? Anya: Oh no. Willow: Oh no what? Anya: I just realized where I have seen that pin. This is so not good. Willow: Anya. You have seen this pin. Where? When? Anya: Pure evil. Not the kind you can kill with your hands either. Willow: I think you better sit down and tell us everything. Anya sits beside Xander. Anya: It was about 300 years ago in France. I was summoned to punish a man. Problem was the woman who summoned me was not the victim but her sister. I could not do it unless the woman herself wished it. Her sister told me that they came from a very rich and very influential family but her younger sister had thrown it all away on a young gardener. She moved in with him even without the benefit of marriage. Their father was livid and had refused to have her name mentioned. He even had her painted out of the family portraits. Well the young man had dumped her in order to become the kept lover of and older widow. Needless to say the girl was destroyed. She had given up everything. Literally everything. I went immediately to meet the young woman. But I was too late. When I walked into the flat she was lying on the floor. Both her wrist were cut and most of her blood was drained. Standing over her was an immaculately dressed man smiling. On his jacket was that very pin and it was glowing bright red. As the girl lay sobbing small tendrils of blue energy left her body and migrated toward the pin. As her heart finally stopped, he turned to me and told me I was too late. There would be no revenge. The girl had lost all hope, faith, and love. I asked who he was and he said he was the guide of lost souls. He helped them find their path. Willow: Guided her to suicide I guess. Anya: Exactly. And fed off the results. On his way out he made sure to tell me she had also been pregnant Emily: How dreadfully horrible. Willow: And they are way too interested in Buffy and Faith. We need to find out what they are up too and how to stop them. Xander: Okay then. Just tell me what you need. Emily: I was trying to determine how best to approach this. I guess I should call Mr. Giles. Willow: He is already working on it. Xander why don’t you take the black chronicals. Xander: I knew you would say that. Willow: Anya, if you can start with Hollock’s Annual. Oz, the Bactral Thomes. I will try the net. Dawn: What about me? Willow: I want you and Crystal to go through the Locomo volumes. Dawn: Which are those? Willow: Bottom shelf. The blue ones. Dawn and Crystal look at the fifteen blue books. Dawn: Well I said I wanted to do research. Everyone grabs their material and Willow makes copies of the fax and drawing for each. Crystal: Where is Faith? Shouldn’t she be here? Willow: She will come by after work. But she sucks at research. Her and Spike are going to do a little footwork tonight. They need to find the guys why we find out what we can about them. Emily stands and watches as the Scoobies move into action. Willow: Emily, why don’t you get the Hebron's Almanac. Emily: Alright, I guess I can. Where might I find that. Willow grabs a book of the shelf and hands it to her. Emily sits with the others and begins looking. Willow opens her laptop and begins searching. Willow: Nothing on Orephotifano. Oz: Have you tried the demon database site? Willow: What demon database site? Oz: Demons, demons, demons. Cordy and Fred use it all the time. Willow: Never heard of it. What is the web address? Oz: Here let me. He leans over and keys in and and pulls up the site. Oz: There. Willow: Great.
Late that night. At the resort. Buffy walks out of the bedroom brushing her wet hair. She watches as Angel comes in the door. Buffy: What the heck are you doing? He looks up at her and smiles. Angel: Just getting the rest of our stuff from the car. Buffy: Huh? Why? We are going home. Angel: No we‘re not. Buffy: The time is up and our son is waiting on us. Angel: I called home and Conner is fine. And I thought we could use a couple of days just you and me. Buffy: You planned this before we left. Angel: You’re not happy? Buffy: I didn’t say that. Just was not expecting it and I am concerned about Conner. Angel: Here (he tosses her his cell phone) Willow is expecting your call. Buffy: Oh.
After calling home. Buffy: So we are staying two more days. And what do you suggest we do? Angel: To start with, I thought we could walk over to the main building and get dinner and then come back here and get some sleep. Buffy: Food and sleep. I think I can handle both. But I am not exactly dressed for dining out. Angel glances over her denim covered body. Angel: You look fine to me. You know I love you in that. Buffy: I know. I’m cute, right? Angel: No you are sexy, the overalls are cute. Let’s go. Buffy follows him out the door and toward the building. They walk up to the dining room entrance. Later they are seated and eating. Buffy: So Mr. Summers, what do you have planned for the next two days. Angel: No plans. I just thought we could use a little time together. Buffy: I always love your ideas. Angel: I just love you. Buffy: I love you too Peaches. Angel: Peaches? Huh? Buffy: I look at you and I keep thinking of peaches. Angel: Is it the fruit part or the fuzz? Buffy: They are all sweet, juicy, and good to eat. Angel: And it has nothing to do with the sticky peach syrup you poured all over me last night. Buffy: Oh well there is that too. (she smiles) Angel: I married a real vixen. Buffy: And you love it. Angel: And I love it a lot. Buffy: I am stuffed. I am eating too much. I still can not believe I was hungry after that breakfast for two you ordered this morning and refused to help with. Angel: I ordered it for you and Caitlin. And you had no problem polishing off as I recall. Buffy: Worked up an appetite. But now I am stuffed and ready for sleep. Angel: Then lets go and do just that. He helps her up and guides her back to their bungalow. Buffy: It looks like someone changed the bed. Angel: I asked them too. Clean sheets I thought were necessary. Buffy: You were not wrong. They change and climb in under the fresh linens. He spoons his body behind hers and slips his arm over hand cradles his hand over her thickening middle. Buffy: Good night Peaches. Angel: Good night.
In Sunnydale. Faith: So this is where you saw the guys? Spike: Right here. In this alley. See there is the pet store. Faith: Well were did they head when they were done? Spike: I don’t know. I was behind the crate. Felt it was better they did not know I heard them. Faith: Great. Spike: But my guess it that since they were here, they probably have a place nearby. Faith: And closest buildings are the pet store, the closed playhouse, the ladies dress shop, and the attorney’s office. Spike: In for a little breaking and entering? Faith: Of course. Lets start with the theater. It seems the more likely of the four. Spike: Why is that? Faith: It is closed and it is biggest one. Spike: Let’s check it out. They slip over to the door and Spike grabs the knob and wrenches it breaking the lock. They slip inside and creep through the dark hallway. Spike slowly pushes open the first door they come to. It is an empty dressing room. They move on. In the pitch black, Faith reaches out and clutches his coat. Spike stops, turns and looks at her. He realizes in that in the dark she is relying on his enhanced vision to guide them. He continues on cautiously. They reach the stage and mount the three steps. Faith’s senses alert her to another prey. She tugs at his coat and shows him her stake clutched in her hand. He nods and reaches for his own. He slips his hand into the gap in the curtain and surveys the five figures at the table. A single spot light eliminates the area. The four males are intent on the cards in their hands while the female perched in her mate’s lap tries her best to distract him. Spike and Faith slip in unnoticed and saddle up beside the table. The five glance up as the two stakes make contact with two dead hearts. The remaining three leap up and attack. Spike easily takes out the female and turns as Faith dust one male only to be knocked down by another and pinned to the ground. Spike dives and shoves his stake through the back and fall into the empty space above the slayer. Faith: Hello. Spike: Hi. She reaches up and grabs him by the back of the neck and jerks his mouth to hers. As their mouths crush against one another’s and their tongues entwine, he slides his hands over her soft form. Her hands tugs at his leather duster forcing it down his arms. He shoves it off and away. She follows by pushing up on his t-shirt. They thrash on the floor as they seek to divest each other of any piece of cloth that restricts the contact of their skins. In moments both lie nude upon the hard wood floor. Spike looks into her chocolate eyes before sliding down her hot form and burying his face in her pungent juices. He runs his tongue over her pink flesh. As his tongue skitters across her clit, she reaches her hands round his head urging him on. He slides his hand onto her sensitive lips and uses two fingers to spread them open. His tongue dives in to lath at the exposed inner flesh. She moans and shift her hips up toward his mouth. He runs his tongue into her hot flesh and back out, teasing the sensitive skin. She moans in pleasure. He runs it once more against there inner lips before dragging it roughly across her clit. She bucks upward at the contact. He quickly wraps his lips around the hypersensitive nub as he slides three fingers into her wet channel. She cries out as he sucks and strokes her. Soon he feels her inner muscles clamp around his flesh. He gives one strong draw on her clit and she whimpers as her flesh spasms and warm juices flood downward. Before the spasms cease her moves with vampiric speed up her body and impales himself into her hot wet opening. As he strokes in and out of her burning tissue, wraps her knees over his arms and pulls her wide open. She moans in pleasure as her drives into her. She claws at his shoulders as she bucks upward the meet each of his downward thrust. All too soon they feels themselves and each other hurling toward blissful oblivion. As they are rocked by their joint orgasms, he drops his mouth toward hers muffling their satisfied screams.
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© 2005 Tara
