"I want you to help me", Buffy commanded, somewhat coldly. Just weeks ago, their relationship was different. Instead of a loaned out henchman, Xander was Buffy's confidant... and friend.
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"Faith said you needed me?", Xander asked politely.
This new dynamic was strange. Currently, Xander belonged to Faith. His allegiances
had flip flopped many times over the last few weeks, as had those of many
of Buffy's friends... and even Buffy herself. "I want you to help me", Buffy commanded, somewhat coldly. Just weeks ago, their relationship was different. Instead of a loaned out henchman, Xander was Buffy's confidant... and friend. |
| "Willow has some equipment and plans to give me. I want
you to go pick them up. She'll meet you at the graveyard. Take a look around,
make sure nothing seems suspicious", she instructed. "Of course", he answered very business like. Buffy still wasn't sure if Willow was trying to lead her into some kind of trap. Even if it was a rattrap, the cheese (in this case killing Mesmotto) was too tasty to ignore. |
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Willow prepared the ground around the freshly laid grave. Casey Malone
was a junior at UCSunnydale that died two days ago. He was buried earlier
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| "Well well, Xander. Long time no see." "Yeah, right.", Xander said, showing no emotion for his dearest friend. "So who are you working for now?", Willow asked. "I serve Faith", he answered. "Really? Would you die for her?", she asked, trying to get a sense of how deep he was. "Gladly", he answered with pride. Willow was impressed with Faith's obvious hypnotic prowess. |
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"Down to business. Do you have the stuff for Buffy?", he asked. |
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Anya passionately kissed her master. This was
the third time in the last two days he had picked her to make love to. She
seemed to be becoming his favorite sex toy. Anya's desirability was also a function of her availability. Willow and Tara had been preoccupied with some plan they were working on to defeat Buffy or something. Joyce was available, but always busy taking care of the house, cooking, etc. The sexual |
| pleasure of her master was Anya's main focus. As with anything
she put her mind to, she did it (him) quite well. After her orgasms subsided, Anya collapsed onto the grey chest of her master, completely blissed out. She listened to his breathing, completely unaware of what the others (Willow and Tara) were planning for him. Completely unaware that he would be "killed" by Buffy in just a few short hours.... or that he would be restored (and recharged) immediately after. |
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Willow and Tara felt they had every detail worked out though.
"So, he doesn't suspect a thing?", Tara asked. "No, he thinks he is going to recapture her tonight by meeting her at a fresh grave", Willow answered "Where will she be?" "Probably about 50 yards away, that's her range throwing the stake" "The poison tipped stake?" |
| "That's the one" "You think he'll just burst?", Tara asked "Probably, that's what the books say about Netherworlders at least" "Then what" "You tell me, that's when we start relying on your part of the plan", Willow said. "Right, well, you spread the root all over where he will be standing, right?" "Right" "Well, it will take effect when matter is changed in it's aura... so if he bursts, or turns to dust, or to flames, or whatever... the root will start the time shift. It will be linked to the matter that is changed, in this case him. Two hundred years will pass by in a second..for the matter in question only, not us." "Enough for a complete battery recharge.", Willow gloated. |
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"All ready to go?", Willow asked Joyce, who had
gone to get the car ready. "Well, we will be, but something...someone has come up", Joyce answered. "What are you talking about?", Willow asked. "There's someone in the car waiting for Master" "Who?" "Some young woman. I've never seen her before. She's a gift for Master from Cassandra." |
| "What?! Not now! How do you know she's from Cassandra?",
Willow sighed. There wasn't time for this. "Well, she has a note written from Cassandra to Master on her thigh, plus she told me she was. Her name is Pooh, or Pru, or something. She said she was the third witch, what does that mean?" "Damnit", Willow cursed. The inconvenience of the timing was only slightly more pressing than the jealousy of the power of three, "I'll handle this", she said. |
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Willow went out to the car and popped her head in. Sure enough, there was the witch, all sexy and turned on for Mesmotto. Cassandra had indeed written a note on her thigh, and down her leg. It read, "Mesmotto, I need to be free. Please accept the witch as a good-bye present. Always in your debt, Cassandra", then down the leg it read, "P.S. I'm taking Piper... Thanks again!" This further backed up the fact that Mesmotto's staying power was waning. "Where's Mesmotto?", Pru purred like a sex kitten. |