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FIC: Beginning Anew - Chapter 14 - Williamverse
Williamverse… yes an update to Williamverse.
And hell hasn’t even frozen over.
Past chapters can be found at my site:
www.geocities.com/laniew1
TITLE: Beginning Anew – William / Buffy
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
When last we left them, Dawn had been kidnapped by Quentin Travers, William had learned from Oz’s pack seer that Buffy would offer herself up in exchange for Dawn and vowed to thwart that.
Which brings us to…
Beginning Anew – Chapter 14
Sometimes, Buffy decided, life decided to bite you in the arse just for the sake of doing so.
She’d tried to listen to Naya, tried to understand what the seer was asking of her, but her mind was raced instead and a million different thoughts invaded as she was trying to do so.
First she’d been nothing, then she’d been a vampire, then she’d been a vampire with a chip in love with the Slayer and now she was a Human Slayer who was still in love with the Slayer.
Yes life was just having a grand old time biting her in the arse every time she turned around.
“Ms. Davis?” a quiet query behind her and she sighed. She thought she’d have a while to get her thoughts in order. William had probably raced back to the Watcher and his friends and shared every tiny, miniscule bit of information that Naya had departed on him.
Unless he’d gotten more out of the seer than she had. Naya had just reiterated what she already knew.
She was no longer a vampire, she was human and the first female Slayer to be called in decades. It would have been nice if she’d been told something that she didn’t already know, especially seeing as how she’d forgone sleep in order to go see the other woman.
“Call me Buffy,” she muttered, “Ms. Davis doesn’t exist.”
There were no further comments from behind her and she sighed as she turned. Everyone here was just to damn polite… if she’d still been a vampire they probably would have invited her in and thanked her when she bit them.
“There was a note left for you,” a slip of paper in the young mans hand, he seemed nervous and Buffy narrowed her eyes.
“Where was it left?” she asked suspiciously. If the Slayer and the others had abandoned her here…
“It was nailed to the door of your cabin… the others are looking for the Slayers sister.”
“Bit? Is there somethin’ wrong with her?”
“Not that I know of…” he shrugged and smiled at her. “I’ve never met a female Slayer before.”
“And you probably never will again,” Buffy plucked the note from between his fingers, arching a brow at him. It took a few seconds for him to get the message and he smiled, a half wave before he walked away.
An uncomfortable feeling shivered down her spine.
Unfolding the note she scowled, an angry expletive escaping her in a breath.
We have the girl. I offer a straight swap. What was mine for what Mr. Summers would want returned.
She crumpled the note in her hand, closing her eyes momentarily. When she reopened them they were hard and cold. Anyone looking at her would be hard-pressed to find any sign of the girl that she’d once been.
No one threatened those that she cared about.
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“Anything?” William asked breathlessly, Oz shook his head and behind him he could hear Xander panting for breath.
The forest itself was silent. Quiet.
Too quiet. He wondered how Quentin had managed to get inside the barriers of the forest and still carry out his plans without being overcome with the urge to be a nice guy.
Not that William was even sure that Travers could be a nice guy. He’d probably always been a monster. Only now he was a monster who might have his hands on his sister.
“There’s no sign,” Oz sniffed the air, half in wolf form half in human, it would have been totally disconcerting if William’d had any faculties left to worry about it. But Oz had said that he had total control of the wolf now and since in even half-wolf form he had senses that William couldn’t even hope to have unless Oz bit him (which he really hoped he wouldn’t) and even then they’d have to wait until the next full moon (and he had a feeling that if he’d thought that the training surrounding him being the Slayer had sucked largely that would be nothing compared to the training he’d need to control the wolf because Oz’d had to leave home in order to get any sort of training to control the wolf part of him)… well the easiest solution to tracking Dawn was to let the wolf that Oz shared his body with got to come out and play.
“How…” Xander was still breathless.
“Are you okay?” William spared him a minute portion of worry, most of it was tied up with Dawn and praying that Buffy didn’t come looking for them.
“Fine, I’m fine… well...” Xander stood, cheeks a rosy red, skin damp, “that was bracing.”
“You look like you’re going to die,” William commented.
“Just a little… you know winded… from the run.” The run that had lost the girls right away, although he could hear noise that either signified that they had caught up or Travers was coming for them.
Since Oz was still sniffing idly and paying no mind to the approaching feet he assumed that it was the other half of their group.
A second later he was proven right as Giles led the way, Willow and Anya right behind him.
This stopping and waiting for people… he should have gone alone with Oz and left everyone else at the cabin… with guards… armed guards with teeth and claws.
“Anything?” Giles glanced around, wiping his brow with a handkerchief pulled from his pocket. Willow was leaning against a tree, Anya looked almost as red as Xander.
Maybe he should put the Slayerette’s on a training regimen? Make sure they could at least run a mile in a mad dash.
“Not…” William started then stopped as Oz turned a slow circle, eyes glittering.
“This way,” Oz took off at a dead run, moving with ease over fallen trees and brush. William right behind him. He could vaguely hear Xander grumbling, tuned him out and concentrated all his energy on keeping Oz within his sights.
He lost him for a milli-second in the trees. A second of terror, a second of wondering if Oz in wolf form would even recognize Dawn as human (he hadn’t been in Sunnydale after all when they’d found out what Dawn was) and then he broke through into a clearing and barely managed to catch himself before he tripped over Oz’s still form.
Oz was snarling, growling low in his throat and at the sight of Dawn on her knees, hands tied behind her back and William didn’t need to be a wolf or a demon to smell the terror on her, the expression her face said it all.
Dawn was scared, more scared than William had ever seen her and suddenly William wanted to be able to snarl and growl and leap with claws and teeth and wipe that smile off of Quentin’s face.
“William Summers,” Quentin was serene, content. He acted like they were sitting in a living room and William was an expected guest. William clenched his hands into fists and started to count to a hundred… he’d either stroke out or manage to get himself under control. It was going to be close and every time his eyes wavered from Dawn’s he found himself getting angrier and angrier.
Because there was a gun, and it was at the moment pointed directly at his baby sister.
There was noise behind him as the others caught up but no one moved. Oz stayed in wolf form although he moved so he was directly in front of William.
William wondered if he knew what he was doing or if it was just instinct on the part of the wolf. Protecting a pack member, even though William wasn’t part of his pack.
Maybe when it was all over he’d remember to ask.
A shadow fell and a glance to his side showed Giles with an expression that he’d only seen a few times before. Giles wasn’t standing next to him, Ripper was and he was beyond pissed off.
It suddenly struck him that he might not be the only one who wanted to kill Travers at this point. They might have to make a list to make sure that everyone got their punches in. And he knew Buffy had the right to go first. This man had totally changed her entire life to suit his whims.
“Let her go,” William ordered, with Giles looking like he did, like he would and could commit murder at any second without any problem whatsoever he half-expected Travers to comply.
Instead he laughed.
“No I don’t think so,” Quentin smiled, teeth showing and William had never wanted to hit anyone as much as he wanted to hit that monster masquerading as a man holding his little sister hostage so he could get his hands on Buffy. “I don’t have what I want yet.”
“And you won’t either,” Giles’s eyes were narrowed and his voice cruel. He didn’t sound anything like the Giles that had been more a father than his own father had been. He sounded like a man used to telling people what to do and having them do it. “Buffy’s not going anywhere with you, you’re going to release Dawn and leave immediately, and maybe once you’re gone I’ll decide that the Watcher’s Council doesn’t need to be notified of your actions.”
“We’re all civilized men here,” Quentin linked his hands together before him, ignoring the snort from Giles and the bitter laugh from William.
“Civilized?! How is kidnapping a child civilized?” Giles asked angrily. William was half-glad that Giles was taking the forefront here because he really had nothing civilized to say to Travers… all he really wanted to do was pummel him into a bloody pulp into the ground.
“A means to an end… besides the fact that the girl… this one that you all are so worried about,” Quentin touched Dawn’s hair and William barely contained the snarl when he saw Dawn shudder in revulsion, “she isn’t even human.”
“She’s more human than you are,” Buffy’s voice rang loud and clear through the clearing and William made a move to start forward… only to be stopped by Giles’ hand on his arm.
She walked slowly, her eyes fixed directly on Quentin and Dawn and she never once looked over at him.
“Ms. Davis,” Quentin said with a pleased smile. “So happy that you could join us.”
“Let her go,” Buffy ordered softly. Her voice was laced with steel and William couldn’t remember the last time that he’d heard her sound so authoritative.
“You know what I want.”
Buffy nodded, not even a flicker of an eye in their direction. Buffy’s entire being was focused on Quentin, his men and Dawn tied at his feet. It was like they weren’t even there.
Even Traver’s was totally ignoring them now.
“You let Dawn go,” Buffy said icily. “And I’ll go with you… voluntarily, of my own free will.”
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And hell hasn’t even frozen over.
Past chapters can be found at my site:
www.geocities.com/laniew1
TITLE: Beginning Anew – William / Buffy
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
When last we left them, Dawn had been kidnapped by Quentin Travers, William had learned from Oz’s pack seer that Buffy would offer herself up in exchange for Dawn and vowed to thwart that.
Which brings us to…
Beginning Anew – Chapter 14
Sometimes, Buffy decided, life decided to bite you in the arse just for the sake of doing so.
She’d tried to listen to Naya, tried to understand what the seer was asking of her, but her mind was raced instead and a million different thoughts invaded as she was trying to do so.
First she’d been nothing, then she’d been a vampire, then she’d been a vampire with a chip in love with the Slayer and now she was a Human Slayer who was still in love with the Slayer.
Yes life was just having a grand old time biting her in the arse every time she turned around.
“Ms. Davis?” a quiet query behind her and she sighed. She thought she’d have a while to get her thoughts in order. William had probably raced back to the Watcher and his friends and shared every tiny, miniscule bit of information that Naya had departed on him.
Unless he’d gotten more out of the seer than she had. Naya had just reiterated what she already knew.
She was no longer a vampire, she was human and the first female Slayer to be called in decades. It would have been nice if she’d been told something that she didn’t already know, especially seeing as how she’d forgone sleep in order to go see the other woman.
“Call me Buffy,” she muttered, “Ms. Davis doesn’t exist.”
There were no further comments from behind her and she sighed as she turned. Everyone here was just to damn polite… if she’d still been a vampire they probably would have invited her in and thanked her when she bit them.
“There was a note left for you,” a slip of paper in the young mans hand, he seemed nervous and Buffy narrowed her eyes.
“Where was it left?” she asked suspiciously. If the Slayer and the others had abandoned her here…
“It was nailed to the door of your cabin… the others are looking for the Slayers sister.”
“Bit? Is there somethin’ wrong with her?”
“Not that I know of…” he shrugged and smiled at her. “I’ve never met a female Slayer before.”
“And you probably never will again,” Buffy plucked the note from between his fingers, arching a brow at him. It took a few seconds for him to get the message and he smiled, a half wave before he walked away.
An uncomfortable feeling shivered down her spine.
Unfolding the note she scowled, an angry expletive escaping her in a breath.
We have the girl. I offer a straight swap. What was mine for what Mr. Summers would want returned.
She crumpled the note in her hand, closing her eyes momentarily. When she reopened them they were hard and cold. Anyone looking at her would be hard-pressed to find any sign of the girl that she’d once been.
No one threatened those that she cared about.
“Anything?” William asked breathlessly, Oz shook his head and behind him he could hear Xander panting for breath.
The forest itself was silent. Quiet.
Too quiet. He wondered how Quentin had managed to get inside the barriers of the forest and still carry out his plans without being overcome with the urge to be a nice guy.
Not that William was even sure that Travers could be a nice guy. He’d probably always been a monster. Only now he was a monster who might have his hands on his sister.
“There’s no sign,” Oz sniffed the air, half in wolf form half in human, it would have been totally disconcerting if William’d had any faculties left to worry about it. But Oz had said that he had total control of the wolf now and since in even half-wolf form he had senses that William couldn’t even hope to have unless Oz bit him (which he really hoped he wouldn’t) and even then they’d have to wait until the next full moon (and he had a feeling that if he’d thought that the training surrounding him being the Slayer had sucked largely that would be nothing compared to the training he’d need to control the wolf because Oz’d had to leave home in order to get any sort of training to control the wolf part of him)… well the easiest solution to tracking Dawn was to let the wolf that Oz shared his body with got to come out and play.
“How…” Xander was still breathless.
“Are you okay?” William spared him a minute portion of worry, most of it was tied up with Dawn and praying that Buffy didn’t come looking for them.
“Fine, I’m fine… well...” Xander stood, cheeks a rosy red, skin damp, “that was bracing.”
“You look like you’re going to die,” William commented.
“Just a little… you know winded… from the run.” The run that had lost the girls right away, although he could hear noise that either signified that they had caught up or Travers was coming for them.
Since Oz was still sniffing idly and paying no mind to the approaching feet he assumed that it was the other half of their group.
A second later he was proven right as Giles led the way, Willow and Anya right behind him.
This stopping and waiting for people… he should have gone alone with Oz and left everyone else at the cabin… with guards… armed guards with teeth and claws.
“Anything?” Giles glanced around, wiping his brow with a handkerchief pulled from his pocket. Willow was leaning against a tree, Anya looked almost as red as Xander.
Maybe he should put the Slayerette’s on a training regimen? Make sure they could at least run a mile in a mad dash.
“Not…” William started then stopped as Oz turned a slow circle, eyes glittering.
“This way,” Oz took off at a dead run, moving with ease over fallen trees and brush. William right behind him. He could vaguely hear Xander grumbling, tuned him out and concentrated all his energy on keeping Oz within his sights.
He lost him for a milli-second in the trees. A second of terror, a second of wondering if Oz in wolf form would even recognize Dawn as human (he hadn’t been in Sunnydale after all when they’d found out what Dawn was) and then he broke through into a clearing and barely managed to catch himself before he tripped over Oz’s still form.
Oz was snarling, growling low in his throat and at the sight of Dawn on her knees, hands tied behind her back and William didn’t need to be a wolf or a demon to smell the terror on her, the expression her face said it all.
Dawn was scared, more scared than William had ever seen her and suddenly William wanted to be able to snarl and growl and leap with claws and teeth and wipe that smile off of Quentin’s face.
“William Summers,” Quentin was serene, content. He acted like they were sitting in a living room and William was an expected guest. William clenched his hands into fists and started to count to a hundred… he’d either stroke out or manage to get himself under control. It was going to be close and every time his eyes wavered from Dawn’s he found himself getting angrier and angrier.
Because there was a gun, and it was at the moment pointed directly at his baby sister.
There was noise behind him as the others caught up but no one moved. Oz stayed in wolf form although he moved so he was directly in front of William.
William wondered if he knew what he was doing or if it was just instinct on the part of the wolf. Protecting a pack member, even though William wasn’t part of his pack.
Maybe when it was all over he’d remember to ask.
A shadow fell and a glance to his side showed Giles with an expression that he’d only seen a few times before. Giles wasn’t standing next to him, Ripper was and he was beyond pissed off.
It suddenly struck him that he might not be the only one who wanted to kill Travers at this point. They might have to make a list to make sure that everyone got their punches in. And he knew Buffy had the right to go first. This man had totally changed her entire life to suit his whims.
“Let her go,” William ordered, with Giles looking like he did, like he would and could commit murder at any second without any problem whatsoever he half-expected Travers to comply.
Instead he laughed.
“No I don’t think so,” Quentin smiled, teeth showing and William had never wanted to hit anyone as much as he wanted to hit that monster masquerading as a man holding his little sister hostage so he could get his hands on Buffy. “I don’t have what I want yet.”
“And you won’t either,” Giles’s eyes were narrowed and his voice cruel. He didn’t sound anything like the Giles that had been more a father than his own father had been. He sounded like a man used to telling people what to do and having them do it. “Buffy’s not going anywhere with you, you’re going to release Dawn and leave immediately, and maybe once you’re gone I’ll decide that the Watcher’s Council doesn’t need to be notified of your actions.”
“We’re all civilized men here,” Quentin linked his hands together before him, ignoring the snort from Giles and the bitter laugh from William.
“Civilized?! How is kidnapping a child civilized?” Giles asked angrily. William was half-glad that Giles was taking the forefront here because he really had nothing civilized to say to Travers… all he really wanted to do was pummel him into a bloody pulp into the ground.
“A means to an end… besides the fact that the girl… this one that you all are so worried about,” Quentin touched Dawn’s hair and William barely contained the snarl when he saw Dawn shudder in revulsion, “she isn’t even human.”
“She’s more human than you are,” Buffy’s voice rang loud and clear through the clearing and William made a move to start forward… only to be stopped by Giles’ hand on his arm.
She walked slowly, her eyes fixed directly on Quentin and Dawn and she never once looked over at him.
“Ms. Davis,” Quentin said with a pleased smile. “So happy that you could join us.”
“Let her go,” Buffy ordered softly. Her voice was laced with steel and William couldn’t remember the last time that he’d heard her sound so authoritative.
“You know what I want.”
Buffy nodded, not even a flicker of an eye in their direction. Buffy’s entire being was focused on Quentin, his men and Dawn tied at his feet. It was like they weren’t even there.
Even Traver’s was totally ignoring them now.
“You let Dawn go,” Buffy said icily. “And I’ll go with you… voluntarily, of my own free will.”