Vantiri

Arrogance of the Dragon.

vantiri — Wed, 22 Jun 2022 21:59:02 GMT

Arrogance of the Dragon.

By James Carmody.

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, nor the Hobbit, JRR owns "the Hobbit" and the following/affiliated stories in that series, as for Buffy the Vampire Slayer: that is the property of Joss- till he decides otherwise or dies and his will goes into effect.

Setting: The Hobbit: Mount Erabor, as for Buffy the Vampire Slayer, that's a Slayer Dream and is a bit of an AU as well- it should be interesting.

Summary: Teenage Superheroine Elizabeth {Buffy} Anne Summers has quite the dream of her life- a slayer dream she'll recall for the rest of her life!

Rating: G to PG.

Genre(s): Friendship, Family, Action/Adventure, & Fantasy.

Chapter 1.): "Running with a Thief."

Smaug the terrible was stalking through the financial chambers of the home of the dwarves of Erabor that he'd dispossessed and stalking through the gold coins he'd forced them to abandon, eating, literally here, all the dwarves who stood in his way. He was having serious trouble finding the intruders, Bilbo Baggins and Buffy Summers, and for her part, she couldn't remember at all how she'd come to be involved in *this* situation: running from a dragon, a wyvern actually, and hiding for her life from this being, a monsterous entity who was after consuming her as someone who broke into his home to steal his ill-gotten gains! They could feel the hot breath of the flying reptile and heard his silvery, seductive voice taunting them. Buffy was tempted to merely run out there and reveal herself to him- only thing that saved her life in this situation was the knowledge that if she did that, he'd most certainly have "roast slayer for lunch", as she was completely unarmed, save Mr. Pointy, a gift from Kendra, who it turned out was her stepsister in this scenario.

As time went on, Smaug, apparently bored with his lonely life, played intellectual riddle games with them, especially Bilbo, trying to get them to talk so he could figure out where to aim his fire and roast them alive. "… What did he promise you? A share of the treasure? HA! As if it were his to give! I will not part with a single coin!" then he laid eyes on Bilbo and his companion, who ironically was wearing her pajamas in this bizarre situation. "Seems your companion has a peculiar sense of what to wear in a break-in, thief in the shadows." Smaug burst out laughing heartily, then eyeing Bilbo's eyes on the Archenstone, voiced his final decision, musing just a bit. "I am almost tempted to let you take it…" he said, almost in a whisper, as if deep in thought, "if only to see Oakenshield in torment, to watch it corrupt his heart, and devour him from the inside out. But I think not…"

"Uh-oh." Buffy thought in terror, realizing that the two of them were in mortal danger now, her Slayer senses, the ones she enviously feared weren't given to her by God, but were withheld- this causing a lot of jealousy on her part for her predessors, a kind of "Communion of Saints" in terms of Catholic theology- though she didn't understand much of that, she'd gotten the basics over her days- especially with her Slayer training involving the preternatural; a healthy soul perceives things better than an unhealthy one- she knew that principle intimately now, but how she knew it she couldn't explain. Sure enough, a sideways glance to her right confirmed that the short man named "Bilbo" could see the blaze within the dragon now barreling at them, mouthing prideful boasts "My teeth are as swords, my claws: spears, my wings are a hurricane!" the malevolent reptile proudly proclaimed, and all Miss Summers could think during this was "Wow! Arrogant much?" slipping back into her Scooby Gang Lingo.

Sure enough, just as it shot it's head out to eat Bilbo and her, Bilbo donned the ring, and disappeared from that dimension, and she barreled off to the side, using her Slayer gifts to run and hide, to disappear as she needed, and to make her way out of the mountain fortress of this monster- promising to herself she'd look in on Bilbo, as she was sure from her slayer gifts he had used some kind of sorcery to escape becoming dragon food.

Waking up bold upright, she found Dawn in her room, clothed in her pajamas… Buffy blinked "Dawn, are those *my* pjs?" she asked, getting territorial with her younger sister, then Kendra walked in.

"You shouldn't be mad at Dawn, you know that, Buffy; she cares about you." Kendra said, wearing, and Buffy was astonished at this, exercise clothes, a sleeveless t-shirt in military green, and some cut-off sweat pants. "We heard you screaming, figuring it was a nightmare. Dad is downstairs, as is Mom; we all were worried about you." she said, with a very kind love in her eyes.

"It was so real too; I was literally *in* "The Hobbit" by JRR. Tolken, and was running and hiding from Smaug- the dragon" she explained to her younger sister and her adopted stepsister, then explained to her mom and her stepdad over a cup of hot cafienated drink, be it tea or coffee, she was too alarmed to tell right now, but later on she learned it was tea, as coffee wouldn't be the best thing for her right now- what with the fright she'd had in that nightmare. "All I could think was "Arrogant Much?" when he was issuing those threatful boasts." Buffy explained to her family. Rupert Giles, her stepdad, nodded solemnly, as he grasped this matter- it seemed that his stepdaughter(s) had Somebody Else looking out for them, and for that backup, he was thankful and grateful, as it made his job a lot easier.

The End? Maybe; maybe not… thank you for reading and also, to those who tell me what you think; thank you for that.

Comment to 'FIC: Dismay (BtVS; PG)' by liz_marcs

vantiri — Fri, 06 Apr 2018 01:48:03 GMT

Let me put it this way, Christ's a LOT more patient than I am; what with all the nonsense we put Him through, as your story clearly points out... thank you for that, for reminding me of it to be exact!

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Why why why

vantiri — Tue, 04 Apr 2017 07:43:47 GMT

Originally posted by evil_little_dog at Why why why

Is it April Fool's Day?

Matchmaking Challenge: Just A Dream (Cordelia/Darla)(NC-17)

vantiri — Thu, 03 Nov 2016 21:01:29 GMT

Originally posted by salustra at Matchmaking Challenge: Just A Dream (Cordelia/Darla)(NC-17)

Done for a matchmaking challenge at 1_million_words , where I gave them three fandoms (Buffy, Angel, NCIS) and got back three random pairings. I got Riley/Xander, Cordelia/Darla, and Abbey/Tony. Two I could see only as non-con (the first two) and the other strictly brother/sister to me. So I wrote a nasty little non-con.

AUTHOR: Salustra
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Just A Dream
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Cordelia/Darla
CONTENT: rape
SUMMARY: Darla enters Cordelia's dreams. Done for the 1_million_words Matchmaker Challenge where Cordelia/Darla was one of three pairings I was given to try.
SPOILERS: through Season 3 Angel.
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us! (or, in more formal language-
Copyright Disclaimer I do not own any characters, products or services depicted in this story which you recognize. Original characters/characterization and plot are mine. Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel The Series characters are OOC and I cite section 107 of the US copyright clause on 'fair use' to be found HERE
Principally this is a transformative work, for enjoyment only, has a selective audience and I make no profit. )
DISTRIBUTION: Various lists, Ao3, My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com/ ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . No posting elsewhere without express permission please.
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 585 words.

Cordelia didn't like to crash at the Hyperion but it was mid-July and sweltering out, and her air conditioner was on the fritz. So after they finished their nightly round of demon-slaying and innocent-saving, she drank a glass of orange juice went off to one of the few renovated rooms, took a cool shower and climbed into bed. She slept naked, despite the off-chance of scandalizing Angel. Thanks to an unfortunate incident with Wes, she knew he also slept naked so he wasn't likely to come wandering down in the middle of the night.

She stretched out on the bed and soon found herself in a deep and restful sleep. Normally she had problems getting to sleep but not tonight. She was dead to the world, so to speak, inside half an hour.

Then the dreams started. She was in Caritas, and dancing with someone. Someone very handsy at that, and she tried to focus on who had her in their arms. It was Darla.

Even in her dreams she was a bit disturbed. She'd never dreamed of Darla before and she recalled distantly Darla coming into Angel's room and getting into his dreams. She struggled and tried to get away from Darla but she couldn't, Darla was much to strong for her. She pulled her into a kiss, and caressed her body in an intimate manner, all while holding her still with one arm.

"Don't struggle, girlie. The drug in the orange juice was a very strong one. You're helpless now, both in the real world and here in your dreams. I'm in control now. So if you don't want me to kill your helpless body you'll stand still and let me do what I want with you." Darla's eyes were filled with a rage that said she'd do what she threatened.

Cordelia stilled herself. "You're a vindictive bitch," she hissed out between clenched teeth.

"Thank you for noticing, dear. Yes, you've stolen my Angel's heart, and I can't hurt him anymore than I already have, so I'll have to settle for doing this to you. I'm going to violate you, little girl, and you will stand and take it." Darla gestured and a large dildo appeared in her hand. She gestured again and Cordelia's clothes were gone. She moved the dildo between Cordelia's thighs and began to push it into her. Cordelia was dry and the violation hurt, so she cried out but she did not struggle. Her real body was completely helpless right now and she had to survive this. Darla kept shoving the dildo in, then back out, heedless of the pain to Cordelia, her eyes dark and dangerous.

It didn't last long but Cordelia could feel the shame already. She hadn't even tried to stop it, she'd been compliant and useless. Her cheeks flushed at her humiliation and helplessness. Darla smiled at that. "Good, keep that shame when you tell Angel what I did. So he knows I've touched everything precious to him." She leaned in to kiss Cordelia, forcing her face up by gripping into her hair. "Goodnight, sweet princess."

A few minutes later Cordelia awoke. On the bed next to her was a dildo and her insides hurt every bit as much as in the dream. Darla hadn't settled for merely violating her in her mind, she'd actually done it in real life as well. Cordelia searched for somewhere to hide the dildo, vowing silently to never tell Angel what had happened. She wouldn't give Darla the satisfaction.

BtVS fic: "Pettings" 1/1

vantiri — Fri, 24 Jul 2015 03:49:10 GMT

Originally posted by evil_little_dog at BtVS fic: "Pettings" 1/1

Title: Pettings
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairings: Willow
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 189
Rating: K+
Summary: Willow hasn’t had a pet after Angel killed her fish.
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Joss owns all, I just play in his ‘verse.
Notes: For leni_ba.

X X X

After Angelus killed her pet fish, Willow doesn't want them any more. She's not sure she wants any pets, really. They seem even more vulnerable than people. At least her parents aren't likely to invite a vampire into their home, but let little Spot or Fluffy get outside without someone paying attention, and that could be the end of that pet, too. If not the demons of Sunnydale, well, there were coyotes and raccoons in Sunnydale, they were just lesser predators on the Sunnydale food chain.

So Tara's kitten, Miss Kitty Fantastico, came as a surprise - none of them had had any pets since the whole 'lose the soul' thing, and even before then, the closest Willow had to a pet was a Beagle Xander's dad brought home. Snoopy stayed with the Harris family for about a month before the neighbors' complaints of Snoopy's howling sent him away. Xander had cried for days afterward and Willow still didn't know what happened to Snoopy.

But Miss Kitty was such an engaging ball of fluff, curiosity, and cuteness all rolled into an adorable kitty package, Willow quite lost her heart.

X X X

BtVS: My Addiction (Faith/Willow) - FRT-13/PG-13

vantiri — Tue, 30 Jun 2015 16:54:36 GMT

Originally posted by snogged at BtVS: My Addiction (Faith/Willow) - FRT-13/PG-13

Title: My Addiction
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Faith/Willow
Word Count: 100 Words
Rating: FRT/PG
Summary: An addiction she can’t say no too.
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot anything glaring.
A/N: written for spikesredqueen who wanted the pairing: Faith/Willow and prompt: Forbidden

The stall reeked of bleach and lavender scented air freshener but it didn’t matter. As long as their bodies were flush. As long as their lips were connected.

As long as she let Faith continue chasing this ultimate thrill that they both knew was forbidden.

“Faith,” Willow whispered, struggling to find her breath. “We should...”

Faith smirked, lust twinkling in her dark eyes. “Don’t you dare say stop, Will.”

“Never,” Willow said, capturing her lover’s lips in another kiss. Why did Faith have to be so darn addicting? Why did she have to make it so hard to say no?

BtVS: Our Issues Have Issues (Willow/Sandy) - FRT/PG

vantiri — Sat, 13 Jun 2015 08:35:34 GMT

Originally posted by snogged at BtVS: Our Issues Have Issues (Willow/Sandy) - FRT/PG

Title: Our Issues Have Issues

Author: snogged

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.

Pairing: Willow/Sandy

Word Count: 980

Overall Rating/Warnings: FRT/PG; mild angst, mild language

Summary: Set after the events of Season 5’s “Family,” Willow meets her doppelganger’s protégé.

Beta: The spectacular angelskuuipo and the effervescent velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.

A/N: Written for Beer Good for the Willow round of femslash_minis. I decided to tackle her alternate challenge which was: “Maybe I haven't looked hard enough, but I've never found a single Willow/Sandy fic. I don't get it. Vamp!Willow picks a woman out of a crowd and sires her, she hangs around in Sunnydale for two years while Willow goes through all sorts of things, and not one fic where they run into each other? Really? I'm not picky here, anything will do, as fluffy or as dark as you feel like, but if anyone's willing to take that on, I'll be eternally grateful.”

A/N 2: For those who might need a refresher, Sandy has appeared in "Doppelgangland," "Family," and "Shadow."

Willy’s Bar gave Willow the wiggins.

It didn’t really matter that all the demons inside the musty tavern were nursing their Type O-Negative cocktails and the frat boy vampires were knocking back shots of A-Positive. Willow had been living in Sunnydale long enough to know that any one of them would jump at the chance to rip into her flesh and drink straight from the source.

That was why she had called ahead to place the order for Spike’s thank-you-for-making-sure-my-girlfriend-isn’t-a-demon-even-if-you-had-to-punch-her-in-the-nose present.

It was also why she had a stake and a cross tucked inside the large front pocket of her gray UC-Sunnydale sweatshirt. It might not be the classic mini-skirt and boots look that Buffy so often rocked, but it certainly had more storage space.

“Slayer’s friend,” Willy chirped,setting his filthy-looking towel on the bar and immediately turning Willow into a magnet for leering demon-gazes.

“Blood now,” Willow remarked, pulling out her wallet (also stuffed inside the sweatshirt) and giving Willy the stink-eye.

Willy’s Bar gave Sandy an outlet.

She had always been a bit of a party girl in life, but she mostly attributed that to the fact that she was hot and boys bought her drinks. Now, though, the boys just offered their necks - each boy hornier than the last.

Except, of course, for the corn-fed Iowa boy who had seen right through her batting eyelashes and pouting lips last night. Not that she cared. She could have any one of the good boys…or good girls (because her sexuality was a heck of a lot more fluid now)…who came to Willy’s to be bad. She could have her…

…Sire.

There was no doubt in her mind that the red-haired woman collecting a bag of blood at the bar was the same woman who had given her this life. It was the same woman who had whispered promises of fun into her ear before ruthlessly tearing out her throat and leaving her to rot on the floor of the Bronze. Of course, the rotting part had been brought to a quick end on account of her being pale and flawless now.

Not that her sire would know anything about that; she hadn’t even been there, Sandy had woken up alone- in a big pile of dirt- with no one to help her escape or teach her to feed or any of those things a sire was supposed to do.

Sandy couldn’t think of a better time than now to give her a sire a piece of her mind.

Moving with the quick and deadly grace of a predator, Sandy got to the bar just as Willow was turning away from Willy, clutching a paper sack in her hands. It didn’t serve as much of a shield, though, since Sandy was more than willing to close any gaps between them.

“You left me,” Sandy stated.

“I did what now?” Willow asked, confusion flashing in her eyes.

“You left me and…,” Sandy paused, surveying Willow from head to foot and wrinkling her nose in disgust. “God, that’s a terrible outfit.”

“It’s comfy,” Willow argued, wondering why the hell she was defending herself to the complete stranger invading her personal space.

“You look way better in leather,” Sandy replied, matter-of-factly.

“Oh,” Willow replied, racking her brain in attempt to figure out what the hell this woman was going on about. When the memory finally came, it hit her like a ton of bricks.

Leather.

Doppelganger.

Me as a vampire.

Willow’s eyes were wide as saucers and her mouth formed a little ‘o’ of surprise. She had known that her evil twin had certainly got up to some well…evil…while she had been in Sunnydale two years ago, but it never occurred to her that there could be someone out there who would be like a child of hers or something.

“OHH! You’re…she…Did she make you?”

Sandy rolled her eyes and snorted. “You made me.”

“I’d check your sniffer, ‘cause I’m pretty sure you’re going to figure out otherwise.”

“I….”

Sandy opted not to finish that sentence because sure enough, she caught the scent of pulsing blood permeating off of the warm skin that was far closer to her mouth than she remembered it being.

“You smell good.”

“Hey, now!” Willow objected. “I am not dinner.”

Sandy licked her lips, sliding her leg into the narrow space between Willow’s calves and bending her head towards Willow’s neck. Her tongue licked a wet vertical stripe up the length of Willow’s neck. It was a mockery of sexual intimacy, a perfect replica of her sire’s trademark move, just the thing to keep her prey feeling uncomfortable. “We could go somewhere more…private, if you want.”

Willow gulped and instinctively reacted by reaching into her pocket with her free hand. She pulled out the cross and touched it to Sandy’s cheek.

Sandy leapt back several feet, her demon visage sliding into place as she flashed her fangs and snarled low in her throat.

“No fair!”

“Life’s not fair,” Willow replied, sucking in a breath, not letting go of the cross. “The only difference between me and life right now is I have a stake in my pocket and I could totally use it, but I’m not going to.”

Willow knew that she didn’t owe her evil twin any favors, but she hadn’t let Buffy dust her twin then and it didn’t feel right to dust her twin’s prodigy now.

Willow cautiously moved into the open space that had been created between her and Sandy and she carefully made her way to the other side of the vampire.

Sandy watched her, frustration and anger etched into the deep ridges of her face as Willow continued to walk away, not even bothering to glance back in her direction before walking out the front door into the glow of the city street lamps.

Rejected.

Tossed aside.

Like sire. Like human.

Drabble: But I'm Head Cheerleader (PG) Willow/Cordelia

vantiri — Sat, 13 Jun 2015 08:34:41 GMT

Originally posted by snogged at Drabble: But I'm Head Cheerleader (PG) Willow/Cordelia

another oldie

Title: But I’m Head Cheerleader
Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairings: Cordelia/Willow, from Cordy’s POV
Rating/Warning: pg, angst
Prompt: Denial
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns them. I don’t.
Spoilers: the end of School Hard, Season 2
Dedication: for crimsonredmagic who deserves a Cordelia/Willow story.

Cordelia looked at Willow and desperately fought to push certain thoughts from entering her mind. After all, she was head cheerleader and one of the most popular girls in school and Willow shopped at Sears and hung out with nerds. But Cordelia couldn’t deny her attraction no matter how much she wanted too. There was something about Willow that Cordelia couldn’t place. On a superficial level, Cordelia held the belief that with the proper eyeliner and hair care, Willow could look supermodel sexy. On a personal level, Cordelia admired the shy hacker for her intelligence and her loyalty. And right now, she looked so cute with her chin in her hands. Cordelia fought the urge to kiss her, suppressing it, ignoring it, denying it. She was head cheerleader and head cheerleaders couldn’t be lesbians.

BtVS: Le Petit Mort (1/1) First Slayer/OFC - FRAO/NC-17

vantiri — Sat, 13 Jun 2015 08:33:35 GMT

Originally posted by snogged at BtVS: Le Petit Mort (1/1) First Slayer/OFC - FRAO/NC-17

Holy crap, you gals and guys, I managed to conquer my fic challenge! WOO!

Title: Le Petit Mort

Author: snogged

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.

Pairing: First Slayer/OFC

Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; sex, language, hunting violence

Word Count: 512

Summary: Death is her gift.

Beta Crew: velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.

Author’s Note: Written for femslash_minis Round 76 (my apologies for my lateness). I was assigned to write for Lamia Archer who requested First Slayer/OFC and the following elements: rabbit skin, bones, and sunsets. I hope this suits your needs, hun.

Art by snowpuppies

I.

The elders chant, laying their crippled, decaying fingers upon your weary head:

Death is your gift.

The demons cry, writhing in pain as they burst into swirls of smoke and desert dust. You are stronger than they and they submit to the wooden stake as it passes through skin and flesh and heart.

Death is your gift.

The rabbit bleeds, barely twitching as the silver blade in your hand divests it of its soft black fur. This is the fur that will bring comfort to your body. The meat inside will be your dinner. The fragile, sturdy bones will be your presentation to the Gods, requesting their protection.

Death is your gift.

This is who you are, what you know, and what you will always be.

Death is your gift.

But it’s her gift too and you cannot help but wonder if there is a possibility that she knows how to use it better than you.

II.

Her body presses against yours, forcing the gnarled branches of the Joshua tree to dig into your spine. Her breath is hot against your cheek, her forked tongue flicks across your jaw like a snake searching for the scent of fear in its prey. She should know by now that she will find no fear pulsing through your veins, but she searches for it anyway, hoping one day she’ll find a rabbit she can gut and devour instead of the warrior you will always be.

Your eyes do not focus on the flesh that rubs against you, on the fire that burns within your loins as her fingers slide underneath the hem of your leather skirt and into the places where the skin creases and folds, where your mysteries lie, eager to lay themselves bare for her greedy mouth to feast on.

Her eyes, dark and sinister, roll back inside her head, clearly seeking out the mental imagery that will shape her intentions. She will fuck you with her fingers and make your hips buck like a deer in heat. She will make you grunt, make you scream. She will find the demons tied to your soul and she will unleash them in a whirlwind of ecstasy and magic.

As your body surrenders itself to her, you do not close your eyes. You do not lose yourself completely in the sensations because you know that is a weakness. She cannot know your weaknesses for if she does, she will defeat you.

Instead, you focus your gaze on the flame of the sun, vibrantly orange and bloody red, dipping its face towards the Earth. You watch as it comes dangerously close to the line of trees, but you know it will never burn them. The trees never sizzle or pop. They remain there so that you can continue to slay the demons, the vampires, the forces of darkness.

Except for her.

She cannot be killed and you accept that.

She will live as long as you live.

She will breathe as long as you breathe.

First Evil.

First Slayer.

You are both the beginning, but you have no end.

<lj user="noel_of_spike"> Drabbles - Spike/Angel, Spike/Tara, Spike/Lindsey

vantiri — Sat, 13 Jun 2015 08:32:35 GMT

Originally posted by snogged at <lj user="noel_of_spike"> Drabbles - Spike/Angel, Spike/Tara, Spike/Lindsey

These were my postings for my noel_of_spike day on 12/28 for those of you who aren't members of the community.

Title: History Repeats Itself?
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and company own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: FRM/R
Warnings: sexy times
Word count: 100
Summary: Spike and Angel repeat their “first time.”

A/N: written for noel_of_spike and purpledodah who suggested the pairing and prompt.

Angel’s tongue delves into Spike’s willing mouth and for a minute, it feels just like the first time. The mistake time. The never-speak-of-this-again time.

Their nude bodies rub together. Everything they are is friction and fire. They’re repeating history, renewing lust, and Spike knows damn well that the moment they separate, it’ll be 12:01 a.m. on December 26th and the magic of the season will lose its hold until next year.

In that second minute, though, everything changes.

Just a whisper hovering over Spike’s earlobe, a promise sealed with a kiss, a victory neither Cadmean nor Pyrrhic.

“Mine. Forever mine.”

Title: Shiver
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and company own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Spike/Tara (Implied Spike/Buffy)
Rating: FRT-13/PG-13
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, language
Word count: 100
Summary: Tara brings Spike comfort.

A/N: written for noel_of_spike and dreamsofspike who suggested the pairing and prompt.

Vampires don’t shiver.

Sure, their skin is as cold as winter’s icy grip, but there’s no physical need to stay warm. No psychological need either.

But he can’t stop…

…trembling…
…shaking…
…bloody fucking shivering.

She finds him in the alley, bruised and broken, bracing his limp frame against the concrete wall.

She touches his forehead, murmurs an incantation to Gaea, and breathes…

…in and out…
…in and out…
…in and out.

The warmth of her compassion spreads through him the way human blood once had. It restores him, fills him, utterly thrills him.

Best of all, she makes him whole.

Title: Peppermint Stick
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and company own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue. Also, I do not own the song “It’s The Holiday Season.” I believe that belongs to Andy Williams.
Pairing: Spike/Lindsey (as Doyle)
Rating: FRT-13/PG-13
Warnings: slash
Word count: 100
Summary: Lindsey gets festive. Spike approves.

A/N: written for noel_of_spike and menomegirl who suggested the pairing and prompt.

…so leave a peppermint stick for Old Saint Nick. Hang it on the Christmas tree!

Spike woke to the sounds of Doyle singing. From the sound of it, the song was a joyful tune. One that probably got lots of repetitive play on those bloody radio stations that insisted on playing Christmas tunes the moment the Thanksgiving turkey was pulled from the oven.

With a groan, Spike rolled out of bed and went to investigate the ruckus.

What he found was Doyle decked out in nothing but a Santa hat dancing around the Christmas tree.

Spike smirked, “Merry Christmas indeed.”

Fic: 1/1: <i>Vengeance</i>

vantiri — Fri, 12 Jun 2015 23:39:29 GMT

Originally posted by xanzpet at Fic: 1/1: <i>Vengeance</i>

Title: Vengeance
Author: xanzpet
Fandom: BtVS, Season Three, AU
Distribution: my website and LJ, Beyond Canon, and FF.net. All others, please ask.
Rating: FRT-13
Feedback: Does Cordy wear Prada?
Warnings: violence, language.

Summary: After Angel rescued Xander from Faith, the Rogue Slayer thought she was going to get away with her assault. So. Very. Wrong.

On a crisp late winter night, the air crackling with violent energy, Cordelia Chase was tearing down one of the side streets of suburban Sunnydale in her snazzy red convertible, in a vain effort to get home before curfew and another one of her father’s painfully boring and snide lectures.

She snorted. As much as he and her selfish mother harped on her finding a “suitable” husband, they should be grateful that she went out on as many dates as she did. It had taken her a long time to climb back atop the social pyramid of Sunnydale High after that debacle with Xander Harris and his adulterous “fluke” with that conniving bitch, Willow Rosenberg.

It wasn’t enough that Cordelia had to endure the not-so-silent jeers and lilting taunts of those she had once arrogantly and mistakenly assumed were her friends, oh no. Now, she had to put up with guys either too scared to approach her, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but also with the wannabe alpha males who had just assumed she and Harris had done the horizontal hula and now thought they held the keys to the kingdom.

So, she was either stuck with losers, or with creeps who thought she was the newest ride at Six Flags. Thanks a lot, Zeppo!, Cordelia thought angrily. Just as quickly, she dismissed all thoughts of Xander from her mind. Thinking of him led to thinking about that night in the factory, which led to unbearable pain, both physical and emotional.

Cordelia sighed.

Another night, another date which sucked.

Danny had seemed nice and sweetly shy when he had stutteringly asked her out yesterday in between classes. She had sensed his none-too-stealthy approach toward her locker and had smiled secretly, anticipating his request and frantically weighing the pros and cons of accepting the invitation.

A mop of curly blond ringlets cut short and a pair of dangerously electric-blue eyes had ensured that, if nothing else, the date would inspire further envy in the vapid titmouse known as Harmony Kendall and the useless drones which had been termed the Cordettes.

Cordelia frowned. Sometimes even she had trouble recalling their actual names.

“Let’s see,” she whispered, “there’s Aura and...and...oh, fuck it!”

Danny was at least a decent dresser – definite step up from Harris, she savagely observed, pressing her foot to the accelerator and flooring it – even if his style was a little preppy. A clean, pressed Oxford shirt, dazzling white, and a nice pair of khakies was Danny’s perpetual outfit. Not very exciting, but workable. He was smart, but wasn’t a brain. He played soccer, but not football. He was popular, but not more popular than she.

All in all, a good prospect.

Until, after the movie, he decided playing tonsil hockey wasn’t enough and the moron tried to go where only one man had gone before.

After landing a pummeling blow across Danny’s glass jaw, Cordelia had pushed him out of her car, as she peeled out of Kingman’s Bluff, uncaring that she had already sped up to twenty miles per hour or that she had dragged him for almost a good hundred yards. Let his lame ass come up to her in school tomorrow and she’d humiliate him again, this time publicly and irrevocably.

Cordelia screeched around corner and too late realized she was heading in the wrong direction. Annoyed with herself for being so easily distracted, she barreled down toward the nearest cross street when something in the periphery caught her eye.

A looming presence seamlessly blending in with the preternatural darkness afforded only by Sunnydale.

Angel?

She began slowing down and taking in the surrounding.

What was the vampire doing around here? There was no one who...

Oh.

Faith’s motel.

Oh.

Cordelia smirked.

So that’s how it was. Apparently Angel had traded in the Madonna for the whore at the Church of the Slayer.

She sat still, her car idling, mind racing with the delicious possibilities this information might present. Definitely some Buffy angst and, by association, Willow pouts. Anything that would cause pain to the redheaded witch-bitch was of the good.

Cordelia smiled predatorily, as she began stretching her arms with feline grace, reveling in the knowledge of possessing juicy and as-yet-undisclosed gossip.

Until she saw Angel unceremoniously drop a wooden baseball bat to the sidewalk, before melding back into the shadows.

Only to return cradling an unconscious boy.

Xander.

Her Xander.

Cold fury descended upon Cordelia’s face, her eyes becoming hooded and narrowed.

*****

Throwing the car into park and turning off the ignition, Cordelia sat and contemplated what this all meant.

Obviously, Xander had been hurt. That was unacceptable. Only she was allowed to hurt Xander, or dictate to others the pain she wanted her ex to suffer. She had earned that right, and no one was going to take it away from her.

As the pieces began coming together, Cordelia’s anger became more focused, more channeled, and more dangerous.

Angel had been carrying Xander out of Faith’s motel room, which in itself was very telling. It’s not like Xander and Angel had the best relationship. Faith obviously had something to with Xander’s injury.

Cordelia supposed she should have been more surprised. The cheerleader was a good judge of people, which was why she didn’t like any of them, Faith included. When the Bostonian had first popped up in Sunnydale, Cordelia had sensed that something was innately wrong with the girl. She tried too hard to impress people who weren’t worthy of that kind of consideration.

After all, who really cared what Buffy thought? Buffy was a freak who’d have been six feet under for two years running if it hadn’t been for Xander. Willow? Cordelia snorted. That fashion disaster and her busy lips had always set Cordelia’s teeth on edge. Anyone that quiet and unassuming was obviously devious and someone not to be trusted; Cordelia had learned that one the hard way. Giles? Well, Cordelia could understand a Slayer wanting to impress a Watcher, but it wasn’t like Giles would ever deign to demonstrate a show of emotion.

Xander?

No, of course not. No woman tried to impress Xander Harris, other than a desire to impress upon him the knowledge that he a was dork of the highest caliber, destined to be alone and forgotten.

Besides, Faith’s only interest in guys was to...

Cordelia release a low, sustained growl.

This simply wouldn’t do.

*****

Cordelia reached into the backseat and pulled forward the pair of sneakers she kept stashed for emergency running. She wasn’t about to sacrifice yet another pair of Prada in the quest of ridding the world of vampires.

It was about priorities, after all, and if vampires weren’t out every night risking their credit rating, why should she? Besides, she didn’t want to give Faith any advantage in discerning her arrival.

Silently opening her car door, Cordelia slowly stole out into the middle of the street, carefully making her way toward Faith’s door, which was slightly ajar, spilling golden, ambient light out onto the sidewalk.

The closer she got, the more furious Cordelia became.

Who the hell did this Slayer bitch think she was? What was it with Slayers anyhow? Always thinking the world was just to supposed to be at their feet. So they had superpowers. Big woo. Cordelia had a black AmEx.

First, Buffy comes to her town and tries to take over, actually daring to challenge Cordelia’s throne, both figuratively and, with regard to Homecoming, literally. The blonde bitch attacked Cordelia with a stake her first night in Sunnydale, after Cordelia had been gracious enough to extend an invitation into her exclusive circle. Then, Buffy dragged Cordelia into a world of madness which took over when night subsumed the sun.

Well, Cordelia guessed she couldn’t blame Buffy for that entirely. Buffy may have opened up that world, but she hadn’t forced Cordelia to remain in it. In fact, Buffy had done everything to push Cordelia out, which just made Cordelia fight harder to stay. No one told her where to go or what to do. Besides, it’s not like she could just sit back and let vampires control her town or leave their dusting up to an idiot like Buffy Summers.

Kendra had been better, but she was stupid for getting herself killed. What kind of lame-o just stood there and let a vampire dressed like a refugee from an Anne Rice novel slit her throat with a fingernail? Cordelia heard the others talking about Drusilla and her power to “thrall,” whatever that meant. It sounded pretty damn pathetic to her.

Then Faith had shown up in her leather skank gear and an attitude which Cordelia would have admired, had it not been a sham. Cordelia had a right to have attitude because she was rich and beautiful and supremely confidant. Those traits gave her the ability to ferret out bullshit, and the stench of it was coming off of Faith in waves. She suspected the new Slayer knew it, too, because whenever Cordelia came around, Faith was quick to hightail it out of the vicinity. Cordelia really liked that. Maybe Faith wasn’t completely stupid.

Still, Slayers! They were so...bothersome!

Then there was that redheaded sheep, Willow. What a creep. All woe-is-me and baby voice. Cordelia didn’t understand why people didn’t see through the facade, as if anyone that intelligent wasn’t automatically devious and capable of great treachery.

Cordelia wasn’t stupid. She had known for years Willow wanted to ride Xander like a pony. Hell, who didn’t know it? Well, except for Xander, whose continuous cluelessness would have been endearing if it wasn’t so retarded. Wasn’t enough for Willow to have her own pet werewolf, she had to have Cordelia’s boyfriend, too. Like she was entitled or something. Now, Cordelia was regretting not beating the snot out of Willow when she had a chance. Making Xander suffer wasn’t enough; it wasn’t even fulfilling. Willow still needed to pay.

And now Faith had hurt Xander. Who the fuck did this bitch think she was, coming here and damaging Cordelia’s property? And Xander was Cordelia’s property. Just because she had broken up with him didn’t mean that anyone else could have him. Faith was nothing but a yeast infection in cheap leather pants. Cordelia could almost see it play out: coming back from patrol, Faith all sweaty and horny, deciding Xander would do in a pinch.

Christ, she hoped Xander had enough sense to wear a condom. God only knows what kind of crotch-rot Faith was carrying. She supposed the CDC must keep records somewhere. Probably had Faith on a Ten Most Wanted List.

She stepped up to the slightly open door and peered inside.

The first thing Cordelia noticed was the smell.

Damn, it reeked in there! Bad takeout food, cigarette smoke, and booze.

And fear.

But whose?

She saw the bed mussed up, but the covers were still on. That probably didn’t mean anything, though. Christ, did a place this low even have housekeeping? Suddenly, Cordelia wondered what would show up if she had a black light handy.

Faith was lying unconscious on the floor.

Good. That would make things easier.

Well, it would have, had Faith not begun to stir.

Cursing silently, Cordelia gently pulled the door shut and began pacing outside.

What was she going to do now?

Then, she heard Faith began screaming Xander’s name, cursing a blue streak that might have made a lesser person blush.

With a raised eyebrow, Cordelia leaned in more closely to better hear what the whore was bitching about.

So, Xander had said no, and Faith tried to take what she wanted.

Choking?

She had tried to choke Xander? To strangle him? Kill him?

Cordelia saw nothing but red and she bent her knees and picked up the bat abandoned by Angel.

Then she knocked on the door.

*****

Faith was pissed off.

Who the hell did Harris think he was? Didn’t he know how lucky he was that a babe like her would even consider giving him a second go? Sure, she didn’t backtrack, but the big geek had a decent dick and, for a newbie, some surprising moves.

Okay, so maybe she had gone a little far with the choking, but pain could be fun if it was delivered right.

Fuck, what had happened anyway? The last thing she remembered was grinding her shapely ass into Xander’s limp crotch. After that, nothing but darkness. Did he hit her? She was gonna kick his ass.

No, that couldn’t be right, because both of his hands had been on her arms, trying to pry her hands from his throat.

Someone else must have been there.

Shit.

Prolly wasn’t B, or else she’d still be there waiting for Faith to wake up. Same with Wussly. Red? That was possible. All she cared about was the X-Man. Faith snorted. Like she couldn’t figure that out, despite Wolfboy.

Faith paused when she heard a knock at the door.

Smirking smugly, she called out, “Third taste’s the best, Harris.”

The Dark Slayer sauntered over and threw open the door, the light in her eyes discerning considerably when she saw it was Cordelia Chase standing on the threshold. What the hell was Lady Di doing here? Slumming?

More disconcerting was the queer look in Cordelia’s eyes and her abnormal silence, which immediately put Faith on guard.

“Hello, Faith,” Cordelia said slowly, showing more teeth with each syllable.

The Slayer shuddered, and never saw the first blow coming.

*****

Cordelia, with every ounce of strength her rage could muster, punched out with the tapered end of the bad, straight into Faith’s stomach.

Faith instantly doubled over, releasing a long, painful breath. Before she could capture an inhalation, Cordelia struck again. Holding an end of the bat in either hand, she brought the weapon up across the Slayer’s throat, effectively clotheslining her, while simultaneously kicking out a leg and shattering Faith’s left kneecap, causing the younger girl to fall to the ground.

Even as she was attacking, Cordelia knew that Faith would most likely kill her. After all, the cheerleader was no Slayer, and no matter how much she dished out, Faith’s body was acclimated to taking punishment from much stronger opponents than Cordelia. Still, all she could think about was vengeance for Xander.

“You bitch,” Cordelia seethed, as she drove her foot into Faith’s head, just beneath the girl’s ear.

Faith grunted and released a soft moan.

“Does that hurt?,” Cordelia demanded. “Really? Good. Are you scared? Like Xander was scared when you wrapped your hands around his throat and squeezed? Fucking Slayers ruin everything!”

Faith tried to focus, trying to muster her reserves, but Cordelia’s assault was taking a bigger toll than it should have. Her ears were ringing, and the single overhead light was, for some reason, blinding. Concussion, the Slayer realized. Whoever had gotten Xander out of here and had knocked her out must have used some real force. Her head pounded; she could feel the blood rushing throughout her skull as tiny stars exploded behind her retinas. The damage Cordelia was inflicting was compounding the previous injury, and it hurt like fuck.

“What the fuck do you care?,” Faith roughly rasped. “You fuckin’ hate X. What, you jealous ‘cause I gave him a taste?”

Cordelia’s only response was to slam the wide end of the bat straight down into the small of Faith’s back.

The Slayer screamed, but followed quickly with a peal of mirthless laughter.

“It must just eat you up that I got there first,” Faith taunted, even as tears began to leak from her eyes. “That he came back for a second helping.”

“Shut the hell up, you cheap whore,” Cordelia commanded.

Faith surprisingly did as she was ordered.

“You know you’re a whore, don’t you?,” the cheerleader sneered in a peculiar voice. “So you gave Xander a ride, big deal. You think I care about that? It’s all you’re good for anyway.”

Faith scowled, and tried to push herself up off the floor, only to screech when Cordelia delivered a sharp kick to her kidney. Say what you wanted about the vapid, but Faith had to give Cordelia credit for knowing where to strike, both physically and verbally.

“You’re so fucking stupid, Faith,” Cordelia barked. “You have no idea what it means to have a man like Xander stand beside you. How much stronger and more capable he makes you. How his love can transform you and make you better than you ever thought you could be.”

She paused long enough to bring the bat down on a Slayer ankle, before continuing her testimony.

“I could have felt sorry for you. You think I can’t see through you, Faith? To who you really are? Your Slaying stories don’t impress me. Your body is far inferior to mine, and you’re dumb as a rock. You may be cunning, but that doesn’t equal intelligence. You’re so quick to go for the instant gratification, too stupid to see the big picture. It could have been so different. I see how Buffy treats you. You think I don’t know she’s a bitch? I understand better than you can even imagine. I see how that sheep Willow looks at you with scorn, so jealous that Xander was sniffing around you.”

Faith couldn’t help it. She laughed.

“Shut up. I’m talking now,” Cordelia reprimanded sharply, as she drove her foot into Faith’s ribs. “You don’t know anything about Xander. He may have been attracted to you, but more than anything, he wanted to be your friend. That’s who he is. He wants to help people, he wants to help the world. I know how to read people, Faith, and I had you figured out the moment I first caught sight of you. As much as you try to hide it, your eyes give it away. Pain. Incredible pain. The way you always look behind you to see who might be coming. The small jumps you make when a noise startles you. The way you look at everyone with suspicious burning bright in your eyes, afraid they might hurt you. You think you’re you so special, so unique? If you had pulled your head out of your ass, you’d have seen someone else with eyes just like yours. Someone who only wanted to help you.”

Faith gasped for breath.

“Xander’s father beats him,” Cordelia declared. “He thinks I don’t know, that I couldn’t tell. What’s really sad is that his best friend Willow and Super Slayer Buffy can’t. They’re worthless. Too wrapped up in what they want and need to look beyond their own self-importance. Too concerned about getting laid to see his bruises and the haunted look of being hunted which lights his eyes. Too busy teasing him about his grades to realize he’s dyslexic. Too busy making fun of his clothes to figure out that he wears them because he can’t afford anything else. Did you know he’s been buying his own clothes since he was eight? Same for haircuts, school supplies, food.”

“I don’t know who makes me angrier,” Cordelia thoughtfully observed. “Buffy and Willow, or Giles, because he should know. He’s a Watcher. They’re trained, presumably, to watch. I thought you might have been different. That’s the only reason I didn’t interfere when I saw him trying to get close to you. He wasn’t after your pussy, you dumb bitch. He was after a soulmate. Someone who would look at him and finally see him. And you’re so deficient, you thought it was all about sex. Well, you moron, after living your life between your legs, are you honestly surprised that when you offer up your big does eyes and C-cup to a seventeen-year-old boy he doesn’t have the wherewithal to resist? Bullshit. You knew it, and you went and fucked him anyway. So don’t whine about it now.”

At that moment, all Faith could hear was the prissy cheerleader using vulgarity. And she did it so easily. That was surprising.

Cordelia, however, continued unabated. “You honestly think you were his first?”

Faith started. “Certainly seemed like it,” she drawled, choking on her own blood.

Cordelia flipped her over with her foot and swung the bat down across Faith’s solar plexus, causing the girl to involuntarily buck before sinking back to the ground and staring up at her.

“I was his first,” Cordelia stated frostily, “and he was mine. Unlike you, sex means something to me. It meant a lot with Xander.”

Her eyes took on a faraway look and her voice dropped an anguished octave, even as she kicked Faith between her legs.

“He was so sweet, so gentle,” Cordelia dreamily recalled. “I actually had to talk him into it. I had to seduce him. He was confounded, and his innocence was so...charming. The whole time, everything he did was designed to bring me pleasure. I was the only thought in his mind. Over and over he whispered how much he loved me, and I reveled in it, because I knew it was true. He could have been with other girls, he had the opportunities. Hell, all he would have needed to do was snap his fingers, and Willow would have been on her back in the time it takes to flush a toilet. But he chose me.”

Faith curled on her side. “So fuckin’ what? He made a play for Red anyway.”

Cordelia laughed.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Cordelia charged. “She used magic on him. That’s the only reason he kissed her, and she knew it was the only way she could get him. She didn’t care that she had a boyfriend, or that Xander and I were happy together. Yeah, Willow’s such a fucking martyr, so innocent and naive. Bullshit!”

Faith looked up dubiously at her attacker, shuddering when Cordelia stared back with hard eyes and a menacing smile.

“So why didn’t you take him back?,” Faith demanded, now desperate to know the answer.

“Because it still hurts too much. Because I’m scared that no matter how much I love him, I might still lose him. Because when I woke up in the hospital after they pulled that re-bar from my gut,” Cordelia began, “all I could think of was the baby I had lost.”

*****

Cordelia cooly regarded the Slayer’s obvious confusion.

“I was pregnant,” Cordelia snapped. “I walked into the factory with Oz, saw them on the bed, and I backed up, not wanting to believe it. Before I realized what was happening, I fell through the floor and then all I knew was pain. I looked up and saw Xander staring back at me, the horror on his face more painful than anything else. He knew what he had done, but not why he did it. But when I looked at her, I knew.”

“He was so ashamed he couldn’t face me, and you better believe that, at first, I did blame him. I cursed his ass for being stupid and weak. I burned all of his pictures, threw out everything he ever gave me, made sure the entire school put him on a cross. And he endured it all. He was so ashamed. He continued to apologize, to try and make amends. He took all of my abuse, didn’t fight back when his so-called friends froze him out of their little group, accepted all of the cruelty forced upon him, believing it was nothing he didn’t deserve.”

“Then, I thought about it a little more. Willow has been in love with Xander since we were in kindergarten. He never noticed or, if he did, chose to ignore it. So why, all of a sudden, did he give in? Just a moment of weakness? Please. We face death every night; it was nothing new. He and Willow were kidnapped by Spike because he wanted Willow to do a love spell for him, and Xander was the insurance. The pieces started falling into place. She had the knowledge, the power, and the opportunity. I knew what she did. The fact that she still can’t even look me in the face only confirms it.”

“So why not tell the wolf?,” Faith wanted to know. “Why not tell X?”

“What would be the point?,” Cordelia blithely asked. “It’s much more fun to watch Willow stew in her own juices. I don’t know if she realizes that I’ve got her number, and I don’t care. Let her have Oz; if he’s dumb enough to still want her, that’s his deal. It’s enough for me that she’ll never have Xander. And why would I destroy his memory of his oldest friend just to hurt her? She’s so not worth it. Now, every time she sees me, it reopens the wound. She’s forced to remember what she did, how she hurt both me and Xander, how she used her magic to subvert his will and take away his choice. Now, whenever she looks in a mirror, she’ll know that she violated all of her ethics and morals for an illicit kiss. Her relationship with Xander is forever changed, and the only one she has to blame is herself. And I didn’t even have to lift a finger.”

A gleam of respect entered Faith’s gaze. Cordelia was a stone-cold bitch. Faith could appreciate that.

“Here’s the bottom line,” Cordelia concluded. “By tomorrow, you’ll be healed. If you ever come near Xander again, I’ll kill you. I might not be strong enough to have a go at you when you’re at full strength, but let’s see how well you do against bullets.”

For the first time, a glimmer of true fear invaded Faith’s being.

“By tomorrow,” Cordelia continued, “I’ll have a full dossier compiled. I’ll know every move you’ve ever made, every person you’ve ever hurt, every law you’ve ever broken. You’re still underage. I’ll have you arrested for truancy and put in foster care. If that doesn’t work, I’ll have you arrested for attempted murder. I don’t really want to involve Xander in this because, even after what you did to him, he’d still probably want to help you.”

“If that happens, I’ll go to Wesley. He doesn’t trust you, and I have him wrapped around my finger. I wonder what the Council would do to a homicidal Slayer? I know they have drugs to rob a Slayer of her strength; they used them on Buffy.”

Faith released a soft whine.

“That would really be hell, wouldn’t it?,” Cordelia cooed with mock sympathy. “That the one thing which gives you a sense of power could be so easily taken away? Of course, they might just kill you and take a chance with the next Slayer. There will always be a new Slayer, Faith. You’re nothing special.”

“Or maybe I’ll forgo Wesley and just tell Buffy and Willow what you did. Angel already knows, and he’ll back me up. More importantly, I’ll tell Giles. See, I may think they’re worthless sacs, but they always manage to come together when one of their own is threatened. If Buffy doesn’t kill you, Giles will. I’ve met Ripper, you see, and if you think that man will suffer your stupidity, think again.”

“And just in case you decide to try and feel your oats and opt for a little revenge at my expense, let me remind you: Money and power buy a lot of favors, Faith, and, as of right now, I own you.”

With that, Cordelia flounced out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Faith went fetal and finally gave in to her tears.

*****

Cordelia parked her car in the ambulance bay and raced into the hospital.

Damn, she hated this place. She’d spent far too much time here as of late.

She made a beeline for Trauma, where she saw Angel pacing restlessly in the waiting room.

Stalking up to the vampire, Cordelia tapped him hard on the shoulder.

Angel spun around in surprise, eyeing the girl warily.

“Cordelia,” he said slowly, nodding.

She rolled her eyes. “How’s Xander?,” she demanded.

Angel’s eyes widened. “How did you know?”

“I saw you carrying him out of Faith’s room,” the girl answered dismissively.

“He’s still unconscious, but he’s going to be fine.”

Cordelia nodded.

“Did you call the others?,” Angel questioned.

She just gave him her patented Ice Glare of Death, and Angel valiantly suppressed the shudder it evoked.

“If Xander wants to tell them, that’s his choice,” Cordelia stated.

Angel nodded. “And Faith?”

“She’s a nonissue,” was the response.

Angel stared briefly.

“What did you do, Cordelia?,” he finally asked.

“What I had to,” she answered.

Operation: Ruffelmulluggle!

vantiri — Wed, 27 May 2015 00:37:35 GMT

Operation: Ruffelmulluggle!

By James Carmody.

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer entire franchise is the property of Joss, and until he decides to sell it or give me written permission, or until copyright runs out on it and it enters public domain, (either way) I cannot accept (and won't accept) a single cent for this or any other Buffy work- same deal with Angel the Series. (this is a crossover story between those two different shows)

Author's Notes: This is the sequel to another story I am working on, the story it is the sequel to is titled: "Saving my girlfriend", and is a bit of a mystery story, this one deals with the consequences thereof.

Warning: this one is a bit weird, but the prequel will explain the weirdness in it- this is a series in reverse, please do read, review, and enjoy.

Faith's going to be talking gibberish for a reason, that will be explained by the end of this series- of that I promise.

Also: the matter of Kennedy using magic will be clarified within the story.

Series was inspired by a picture named "Evil Willow" on Deviantart online, as was another series I am working on.

Setting: After "Not Fade Away", Angel has re-established "Angel Investigations" he really loved doing Detective work- and WOW is he going to have his work cut out for him!

Characters: Lorne, Angel, Kennedy, Willow, Faith, (Possibly) Whistler, (VERY Potentially) The First Evil, various other characters.

Chapter 1.): "Surprising Guest".

Author's Notes Chapter 1 Beginning: Further details will be revealed in later chapters and the next story in the series. I heavily use context and religious plot devices in my stories too.

As Angel sat arranging his desk, he was wondering what could possibly go wrong today- they'd recently beaten Wolfram & Hart out of business, and all reports from his colleagues in Sunnydale had indicated that the First's bridgehead was gone, and his colleagues were going hunting for further Hellmouths and rising Slayers who were just coming into their own.

He had just sat down to enjoy the view from his desk when he saw something exceedingly weird: what looked like a porthole opening- the same magical kind that he remembered from when his son, Connor, was abducted to Qortoth- a demon world, and understandably he was both scared and spooked. Angel was used to 'treading on the dark side', he'd been doing so since his twenties when he ceased to be a regular human and became a creature of the night. But to his relief; what he saw wasn't any monsters, but two of his colleagues walking through: Kennedy (whom he remembered as Willow's girlfriend and had told him that Willow was indisposed, she was Astral Projecting, and wasn't going to be available to help save Cordelia- whom he had grown to love as a friend and co-worker, he was still upset about that), and Faith (whom he remembered they had been each other's councilors), so he was understandably relieved. His relief didn't last very long, however.

It looked to him as if Faith's eyes had the same insane looks as Drusilla's had once he had driven her insane- this scared him badly- as it looked to him as if Faith had mentally snapped…

Little could he know how right he was! Faith kept looking at Kennedy as if to seek comfort in some way- as if the raven-haired brunette was her protectress of some sort; and was that love in Faith's eyes for the other girl? Angel couldn't be certain, but he strongly suspected that it was.

Faith kept on glancing at Kennedy as if Miss Lehane was still a little girl, looking at a trusted adult for guidance and help. "Something must have happened to her if she's reacting like this- the Faith Lehane I remember wouldn't take guff from anybody, now she's all meek and submitting to anything- massive personality change!" Angel considered to himself, wondering what exactly had happened to his buddy, Faith.

Kennedy quickly embraced Angel as if he was a close friend, and said to Faith "See, Faithy, Angel's a friend." in a reassuring voice she would use with either a child or someone mentally damaged. "Oh, Angel, Buddy, I've missed you so." Kennedy said, turning her face to Angel's and hugging him as if he were an elder brother to her whom she missed a lot. She had her left cheek pressed against his chest during this hug.

"This way, Faithy." Kennedy said very gently to Faith, and using her nickname that Willow and the other Scoobies had given Faith, and holding her shoulders, she gently guided the other woman to the left-most seat facing the desk Angel was likely to be seated at.

Faith was observed by Angel to be constantly glancing at Kennedy as if looking to her for suggestions for how to respond to this problem, and Angel was both concerned and confused by this- Faith was so independent, who did this to her and how?! Angel was both horrified and shocked at what was going on- who could have done this?!

The more Angel thought about this, the angrier he got about it! Hurting her this way was just plain WRONG! Or any way, for that matter!

"So, Kennedy, what brings you here?" Angel began, wondering what was going on here, and trying to solicit information from her about who had done this to his friend.

Kennedy leaned forward conspiratorially towards Angel, and placing her hands one in the other in her lap and leaning on them, she said to him "First off, Willow can not, and I repeat, not know I was ever here, you have to swear yourself to secrecy on that fact. Do you so swear?" she asked. Angel was concerned, the only other situation he ever remembered this situation from his unnaturally long life was when he was living in Ireland and his people had to hide Catholic Priests from the English "secret police"- the feared "Priest Hunters", and English Garrison Troops, he had a lingering hatred of the English, albeit having a good relationship with his colleague, Wesley- a fellow he well knew was a Brit. With his voice gulping, he responded calmly "I so promise to banish this information to the very depths of my person."

"Good enough." Kennedy said, then leaning backwards in her seat in a relaxed position, she began to tell her story- and what a story it was! It was a real story of infidelity, of slavery, (or so Kennedy suspected) of religions and belief systems, and of foolish behaviors!

"If I didn't fear that this was real, it might be a good reading project for a summer novel, or for a year's reading project., but it sure looks as if it is a real story, and that is sad." Angel thought to himself.

Right about then he heard something weird in his life: he heard Faith say something in a muttering voice, and he was incredibly impressed at Kennedy's tolerance and love she showed this woman who was clearly wounded somehow. Faith had been somehow bouncing in her seat, and to his pleasant surprise and delight, Kennedy didn't try to hold her down by sitting on her lap (as he suspected from what he remembered of her (being a brat) when they first met) but she seemed to be most gentle to her and absolutely loving towards this person. Angel was several things: astonished, delighted with her for her moral progress in this matter, and delighted to see her having grown up quite a bit! She gently turned to Faith, who had seemed to say to her "May I use the Ladies Room, Mistress?" he was certain of the first six words, but not the seventh, if it was what he suspected,,, then someone had brainwashed Faith into being Kennedy's slave, so why in the world would Kennedy be bringing her over here where the younger brunette could, and would wind up in prison for slavery?

The next look and situation between them showed how much Kennedy had grown up since they had first met, and Angel felt proud of her- as an elder brother would. She looked right at Faith with (and Angel was certain of it this time) love, and guided this young woman out of Angel's office with his extended blessings in the Hyperion to the lobby and over to a signed room labeled "Ladies".

Angel thought this situation over, this was exceedingly weird to begin with: it looked to him for all the world as if Willow had enslaved Faith completely! Now, Angel was suspicious of Willow's interest in Sorcery- that can only lead to disaster! "Had Willow somehow magically enslaved Faith?!" This was getting weirder all the time!

"What was that that Lorne had suggested? "Weird Bird, and getting Birdier." this is definitely weird!" Angel could not stop thinking that something dark had happened in South America between those three people, or wherever they had been at the time of Faith getting her mind damaged.

Angel elected to telephone Lorne to see if he would willingly help out with finding out about Faith, for the elder brunette had said something else, she kept muttering gibberish: something that sounded like "Ruffelmulluggle" several times, in fact, especially when Kennedy mentioned Willow in the story, and the looks in Faith's eyes were sheer terror!

Then Angel remembered something else that discouraged him: Lorne had pretty much told him not to contact the Pylean again! They had not parted on the best of terms to say the least… in fact, that was a galactic-sized understatement of the year!

"What the hey, I'm going to risk it." Angel decided, about the worst Lorne could do is yell at him- even if he tried to press charges, it wasn't likely to fly in court. For a time, Angel felt disgusting with that logic, he had just about threatened to perjure himself to get off of charges if Lorne tried to defend himself, but their friend needed help that was beyond his own abilities to provide.

He dialed the phone.

"Hello, Lorne?"

"Speaking…" Lorne responded, with suspicion that resembled paranoia in his voice "Understandable, I asked him to commit murder last time we got together- he had to play Judas Iscariot in that campaign, and as a morally aligned fellow, he had a severe distaste for doing such things- I just hope he's willing to help Faith out with her mental problems that have clearly exacerbated since the last time we got together." Angel thought to himself, silently praying that Lorne would love Faith enough to help the woman who was obviously hurt in a deeply personal way.

Angel quickly blurted out what he needed to in order to help get Faith some help, fearing that if Kennedy ever found out about this- she'd drive a stake through his chest the blunt-end first if she ever felt that he was betraying her trust, but he had to tell Lorne in order to help her help Faith out, and he remembered looking at Kennedy's eyes, and the looks she gave Faith were those of platonic love- she saw herself as something of a sister to her!

What Angel said to Lorne was this "WethinkFaithneedsyourhelp,someone'sbeenhurtingher." he blurted, trying to get the message across before Lorne could hang up on him, and Lorne didn't get the entire thing, but he couldn't black out Angel's message to him, and this indicated to him enough.

"Someone's been hurting Faith?!" Lorne responded, shocked, then continued "I'll be right over!" "Success!" Angel thought to himself, he had gotten his friend some degree of help.

While Kennedy waited near the doorway to the Girl's Rest Room, wherein she could clearly hear Faith using the lavatories and other functions "She keeps on muttering to herself" Kennedy thought to herself, getting angry at the other woman, then remembering her self-assigned mission to get her help, and through that, to help Willow out of yet another addiction she had fallen into "if she doesn't stop… NO! Kennedy, you can't go hurting Faith over this- she's an innocent in this matter!" Kennedy thought to herself angrily, she had considered walking into the Ladies' Room and doing things to Faith to humiliate her for talking in the restroom, and the Latina was now disgusted with herself for amongst other things: wanting to sit on Faith's lap while the other woman used the toilet! "NO! That idea's Disgusting!" Kennedy mentally howled at herself for that utterly weird and disgusting idea of herself sitting on a mental cripple who's using the lavatory.

Miss Prescott (Kennedy) leaned against the wall near the doorway to the ladies room and to the right of anyone coming out of it, she then placed her right hand (which had been placed across her chest with her arms crossed in a folded posture) up to the bridge of her nose and pinched it between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, smiling grimly to herself, then she leaned her head back to rest it on the wall, but she had forgotten about the brilliant red barrette she was wearing in her raven-black straight hair, and her head immediately ached to tell her of her mistake! Kennedy had to bite back a curse-word, she hadn't cursed since she had found out about Willow forcing Faith to carry on an affair with her! WOW had she cursed about that!

"Oh, Dear Lord" Kennedy mentally muttered a prayer, even though the first time she had started praying in about fifteen years was when she had found out about Willow's "forced affair" with Faith- that had upset Kennedy. Her head hurt, but she didn't care one bit about that, but to rest her head, she rolled it back all the way she could to the very end, until her top of her head rested on the wall. "I'm so frustrated, Willow's carrying on a affair with Faith, and I'm pretty sure she's raping her. Don't get me wrong, I love that red-headed Jewess to the death, but I've got to hurt her feelings by taking away her sex-slave to save her soul from the First Evil- the very Satan who's been hunting me since I've been, I'm going with, conceived." Kennedy was stressed beyond belief, she just wanted a moment's peace to have fun with her friends! On recalling her string of expletives she had spouted when she had found out that Willow'd been forcing Faith to lay with her- Kennedy cringed, but she had been furious with her lover. "Yes, Lord, I did say "lover", you see, we love eachother, albeit it's hard for you to understand." she said, recalling the old spirituality to think of Jesus as a brother, she tried to talk to Him as she would someone in that case. She knew, somehow, that to save Willow's soul she'd have to save Faith from Willow, who had somehow gone dark "She'll kill me if she finds out, but if I don't do this: she'll become some kind of an adulteress." Kennedy continued.

She then recalled her statements to Angel when leaving his office to escort Faith to the bathroom so the latter could use the toilet (something she had indicated she needed to do, from all her bouncing and the calling of Kennedy "Mistress"), and Kennedy cringed, again. She recalled her words to Angel: "Hey, just because I'm a lesbian doesn't mean I'm a slut!" when he'd voiced the fear that she's having an affair with Faith while she's mentally crippled. Kennedy was hurt by herself jumping to a conclusion about this matter- horribly offended, that is.

"Oh, Dear Lord, I'm so sorry for that rudeness. I just lost my temper about him implying that I'd take advantage of Faith in that state- why can't anybody see that I'm trying my hardest to be good?!" she said in her head, just incase she should die before getting to make up.

Kennedy Prescott continued to rest her head and body against the walls of the Hyperion lobby near the bathroom while she waited for Faith, who was acting like a little girl for some odd reason, when Wesley walked by her and down the lobby towards the hallway.

"Also, Lord, sorry about the spell, but I absolutely had to get Faith away from Willow, and the jet would have taken too long- I hope as my boss that you'll understand my intents and take them into account… no idea if you're even listening to me, but here's my story." Kennedy mentally transmitted the prayer to her Maker and Boss.

"Oh, Wesley! You're Faith's Watcher, right?" Kennedy said to him, "She talks about you, you know- quite a bit, and always with love., as if you're her brother." she told him, when he nodded to acknowledge her identification of him, and then she pulled him into a hug, placing her left cheek on his chest to hear and feel his heartbeat. "She's affectionate, in some ways like a baby." Wesley Wyndam-Pryce observed, before placing his hands on her shoulders to get her back, and to tell her that a little 'holding back' is also a sign of kind intents.

"What's up with Faith these days?" Wesley asked, then he heard her cry out loudly "Ruffelmulluggule!"

"What?!" Wesley asked.

"We don't know either, but she's started talking gibberish a few months ago, and" Kennedy shook her head "we've got no idea what that means either, but it has something to do with what happened to her. She literally Can't talk about it- something was done to her and it hurt her and she literally CAN'T talk about it, whenever she does, that gibberish comes out of her mouth- it's so frustrating! Sometimes I just want to smack her one upside the head for talking so confusingly, but I have to remind myself that she can't control it these days, or so all the tests indicate." Kennedy explained, frustrated beyond belief, and it looked as if she'd start to cry from the looks on her face.

"Reminds me of something that happened to Lorne." Wesley muttered, thinking he had thought it, until Kennedy responded to his words with "What?"

Wesley was surprised to say the least, and he related the story of how Wolfram & Hart had looted Lorne's head and hurt him, and prevented him from talking about it via a spell, and as he finished relating this weird tale, both of them thought simultaneously "This sounds like that situation.", they were shocked and horrified now.

"I have to do this to her, to protect her, I don't really love Faith, it's pity, but I do love Willow, and she's the one who's doing the wrong here, and going to be hurt by it in the end!" Kennedy reminded herself firmly of her mission statement- self-appointed mission, that is. That statement was itself incredibly true, Kennedy loved Willow intensely and profoundly- so it was both miraculous and delightful that she had wound up volunteering to save Willow from her own horrible activities!

If Kennedy had a choice free of moral constraints, she probably would have gladly been co-owners with Willow of Faith, that is: Both Willow and Kennedy would own Faith, but she Was upset over Willow's slide into darkness and resolved to do something about it, so Kennedy was here, keeping Willow's sex-slave away from her, with the intent to save her girlfriend's soul, and fearing that Willow would hurt her in the same ways as she'd been hurting Faith!

In truth: Kennedy didn't know what Miss Rosenberg had been doing all those nights with Miss Lehane, but from the way Faith's mind was mangled, it didn't look right to Miss Prescott at All!

Wesley looked at Kennedy for a moment, and realized something rather profound about her- that she really wanted to be a heroine, despite her desires. Word on the grapevine in the office was that Kennedy, while being gay, couldn't do anything about that, but she could do something about her behavior, and could rescue others- something she loved to do any-day!

End Chapter Author's Notes Chapter 1: Kennedy in this mini-series is raised a Catholic, and due to her complex history with the First Evil, whom she fears is something of a 'brother' of hers- due to some theological theories, is upset. This is due to that psychopath trying to murder her for so long in her life- since she was a little pre-born baby girl, in fact. (this should indicate the kind of monster that spirit is).

She fell away, but started returning thanks to a fight with Willow about fidelity; to seek a power-source she could use to bring Willow to her senses.

How and why Willow went bad will be made clearer by the second part of the series- the prequel.

Happy Day

vantiri — Wed, 27 May 2015 00:17:43 GMT

Happy Day.

By James Carmody.

Pairing: Willow/Kennedy

Genre: Friendship/Supernatural-Preternatural-Spiritual (develops into a platonic love story)

Disclaimer: Buffy, the entire franchise; including all stories, are the property of Joss Whedon, I only claim this plot. He owns the characters and series! I will not accept any monetary recompense for this work. It is just for fun, my own and everybody else's.

Author's Notes: Rabbi Micah is Willow's Rabbi, and he's her friend and spiritual advisor too, and kind of like a 'secondary father' to her… like her in my works, he's a Messianic Jew; he believes that Jesus of Nazareth is the True Messiah, he just sticks to Judaism as his faith- figuring that "if it is good enough for the Lord, it's good enough for me".

This story takes place after the episode "Chosen", so it'd be in season 8. Please do read, review, and enjoy!

Chapter 1.): Synagogue Party!

Author's Notes for Chapter: Just as the Jewish celebration of Passover is a celebration of "We survived and were rescued", this would be a sort-of 'mini-Passover' for that parish, a "Hey, we survived the worst that Hell could throw at us!" kind of deal. Sort of like the attempted genocide at the end of the enslavement of the Hebrews in Exodus.

Willow had very mixed feelings about what was coming up, on the one hand, she was happy to have found out that her entire home congregation had escaped the 'collapse' of her home town "Well, the culture was based on sin." the 20something Jewess thought to herself with a grim smile, as she sat in her hotel room. On the other hand, she was very concerned about something… "What if my Rabbi finds out I'm involved with a girl again? That can't be good for my friendship with him, but he's like another dad to me." she thought. They were going to have a big party- a bit like a 'Passover party' if you please, it's a 'hey! We survived!' celebration, and she Really wanted to go, but on the other hand, she loved Kennedy, her girlfriend, and didn't want her to feel left out.

Roughly ten-o'clock that night, Willow made her decision; she would invite Kennedy to the party! After all, she loved Kennedy, and she loved her fellow parishioners… why not have Both together? Granted, she would have to brief her girl on mannerisms in a Jewish celebration, but it could be fun, and besides: Kennedy had told Willow of her religious background, why not share with her Willow's? Dialing her girlfriend's room number on the phone, she heard her friend pick up the phone and answer "Kennedy, who's this?" "Kenn, it's Will." the redhead responded happily. "Hey" she continued to talk to the Raven-haired beautiful Latina "I just found out that my Synagogue is going to have a "we survived" party, want to come?" Willow asked. Kennedy started wrapping the telephone cord around her left pointer finger, with her right hand holding the phone, as she talked to her girlfriend. "Do I?" the Latina asked her Jewess girlfriend, then answered "Oh, Yeah!" with delight and emphasis, to show her joy to her friend. "I've got the brochure here, the party starts at 10:00am sharp, but we can be there anytime, Lunch is at Noon, activities include: games, sports, et cetera… it's a regular picnic! Leaving time is at latest by 4pm." Willow explained. Willow was in her long pajamas, whereas Kennedy was in what she referred to as her 'sleep-shorts' a style she enjoyed wearing. After some friendly chit-chat, the redhead decided to take-charge "Well, we'll need to get some sleep… love you." she told her friend "love you." Kennedy responded. This cycle threatened to continue in an infinite loop of those two words (love you) until both women realized that it would; at which an anomaly occurred: Both ladies told eachother "Bye." and hung up simultaneously.

The next day, Willow was standing in the hotel lobby at 9:00am with most of her weight on her left leg, looking at her watch, she had let her hair grow out to just about shoulder-length, and had her red hair in a pony-tail that wasn't too tight, she had a grim smile on her face, and was wondering where her girlfriend was at. About that time, Kennedy walked down the stairs into the lobby, her black hair was in a bright red baseball cap, and she looked like she was dressed for a workout, but respectfully decent. Willow was wearing her yellow (mostly) outfit of long sleeve shirt and long pants, when she noticed a stray lock of hair hanging near Kennedy's eyes. Walking up to her girlfriend, she took her right hand and gently brushed her girlfriend's hair lock back behind the Latina's left ear, then asked her "Are you ready?" "Let's go." Kennedy responded, happily. She had her baseball bat and glove with her too, and a big smile plastered on her face, as well as wearing her running outfit too: shorts, sporting socks, sneakers, decent top, most of her other gear was in her backpack, and her bat was resting on her left shoulder with her glove on its thick tip. She smiled at her friend, happily.

Willow briefed her quickly on the mannerisms for a Jewish party, and told her that this is a playtime party, basically. "We can be friends, but not much else today." she told her friend as Kennedy drove to the site and Willow navigated, directing her to the park her parish had rented the use thereof for its celebration.

The whole thing was a cookout and gaming place today. After the car had been parked, the Latina picked up her gear out of the back and set out hiking to see what she could do for fun first. An impromptu game of either softball or baseball was getting set up; and this was just up Kennedy's alley! She loved ballgames- playing them, that is, she had always been an athlete as long as she could remember, and this fit right in with her mindset. One reason she did so well in school was her gym classes, in fact. All the running and jumping she did and workouts she did kept her metabolism high and allowed her to think fast when needed- In fact: Kennedy was really at the height of her physical beauty, which had lasted for a surprisingly long time in her young life… but many of the people here did not know of the ugliness of her actions with other girls in recent years- she surely didn't recognize that fact yet., so why in the world would she say it out loud to anybody else anywhere?

As Willow looked around to see who was where, and looked for something to eat for lunch soon; she spotted someone she desperately wanted to talk to today: Rabbi Micah, seated there on some kind of platform sticking out in-between the overgrown undergrowth of uncut land beyond the play areas of the park and the 'settled areas' of the park. This was a severe difference in psychological approach between him and her: she hated what she called "colonial imperialism" in history, whereas he on the other hand, seemed to love it! If she were to describe his mental doctrines of how to wage a war against sin, she would classify it as the "plantation system" of using "settlements" inside an enemy's domain to destroy his rule over the area. This was largely not a fight between them over ethics in goals, but over definitions of what is ethical to begin with and how to do what. She just didn't see things the same way he did, and that is that.

Willow was bothered by something, something profound for her. She quickly sought him out to try to talk about what bothered her about her past, and called to him when she was certain he could see her in range, but not necessarily in line of sight, as she was behind him and to his left just a bit.

The whole image of what he conveyed here was as an alpha male lion watching over his pride of followers; and the analogy was not all that far off either! As a pastor, he fit in the role very nicely.

What Micah had done was to take up a form of an 'observation post' right out in the open, where he could see almost everybody anywhere in the park, or practically so. "Almost a lifeguard in role." Willow thought to herself, and she wasn't off at all about his role in that community. He was to his right of the party area, and watching the dragonflies flit amongst the foliage in the uncut land quite contentedly. "There must be some standing water in the shade of that vegetation" he considered "in order to support those dragonflies, as they don't like to go too far from water sources." Some of the vegetation was about six feet high, and it was pretty thick, especially the horsetails there.

Rabbi Micah had an interest in natural sciences for most of his life- and this factored into and developed into his interest in ontology- the study of what one might call 'spiritual species'. From his conversations with Willow, he had learned she had the same innate curiosity about meta-physics as he did, and 'spiritual species' too, but he suspected she had gone badly astray in her pursuit of knowledge- one thing that frightened him about what she was doing profoundly. "NOT all spirits are good." he had warned her when he learned of her interest in the topic of the mystical. And he prayed she had learned that lesson by now- before it had gotten too late!

The platform he was seated in a chair on looked kind of like a gazebo without a roof or poles to support a roof, but a nice white fence around its outer edge. Willow took a seat nearby him, and facing his left side, and requested to talk to him. He had a strong idea that she wanted to confess something that was troubling her deeply, but wondered what it was more intensely than his anger towards her was regarding her misbehavior, whatever that was this time. Boy was he in for a surprise about what she had done in the past few years! That would not be pleasant to go through! If he reacted badly to finding out that Willow had raped her girlfriend, he'd react even worse to learning she had tried to kill off the entire human race! "But that's part of being a cleric," he realized "I've got to deal with the dark side of people. And I can't shirk at that at all!" he was a little nervous, but his spiritual child was clearly in need of his help, so he asked her what the matter was. He wasn't telepathic, but he was just incredibly intuitive, and could tell that something was really bugging her; even worse than when she had admitted to having raped her girlfriend.

Her response disturbed him greatly. He had already been able to piece together that Kennedy was Willow's girlfriend, and upon seeing her run yet another home run, Rabbi Micah was frankly impressed with her stamina and physical gifts. "I don't blame you for liking her" he told Willow watching her girlfriend high-five her teammates in the game "she really is quite a physical beauty." "And loyal too, which is what appealed to me, she doesn't give up on anybody!" Willow responded "In fact, she's the one I want to talk to you about, specifically, me and her." "Ah crud! She's at it again." Rabbi Micah thought grimly smiling "Better try a different tack here, the smash-next-subjugate-and-then-develop approach isn't working; the error is in her mind, not outside trying to get in." Rabbi Micah calculated as Willow continued her story.

"I know I should love her" Willow was saying "but every time I look at her, it twinges, Rabbi, right here!" and Willow lifted her left hand towards her head, specifically the back thereof, and making a claw with each finger separate, she pointed at her head if the back of her head hurt. "It hurts to look at her, because I remember what I nearly did to that beautiful American Princess- how I nearly killed her." Willow explained to him.

He then told her something that shocked her immensely: "It should hurt, that's good." Willow was disturbed- he was supposed to be a secondary type of daddy to her, not someone who hurts her, or is glad she hurts! "It's good because you're still spiritually alive in that area. Pain in reference to a fight is a sign of life- if you hurt yourself and don't feel it… then worry, worry a lot! But if you hurt, be happy, for because you hurt, your nerves are sending messages to the brain, and you still have command over that domain of your body to function correctly. Same with your conscience and soul. It ought to bother you if you tried to murder her." he told her, and she began to realize what he was talking about, he was talking about the fact that because she was bothered by this; she was still eligible for Paradise. This was a massive relief to her, that she was still able to be a wholesome woman.

In a previous conversation between them, he had suggested, and she had agreed, that at heart she was something of a dictator in regards to her personality, this being due to her brilliant mind, and the inclination to see others as either incompetent or simply weak so common in such a mindset or personality type. She felt that she couldn't trust them to hold, or to be smart enough to do the job right, and just couldn't shake this perspective; so she'd have to just live with it, and resist it often enough. He then used this perspective to enlighten her "Willow, if you do consider yourself a ruler, then consider this: if a leader won't have their critics near them, and by that, I mean in their council; then they're doomed to inaccurate information. This is why you should be happy that your conscience bothers you about what you did to her- Kennedy- it is because the 'couriers' are telling you that an enemy is inside your boarders. In a physical body, that is the role of the nerve cells, in the soul, it is the role of the conscience to tell you if something you've done is wrong; and regardless of your and her lifestyle, attempting to kill her is definitely wrong!" he said. "I see, so my 'messenger service' is telling me that I did something horrible to her, and that opened the gate to the Evil One's army." was her response. "Pretty much, Willow, but there's still time. Here's what you should do: you most definitely should love her, but as a fellow daughter of God." he said. Kennedy meanwhile made yet another home-run, and high-fived her teammates afterwards, she was truly loving this ballgame.

"Willow, any interaction between the two of you that is chaste is morally acceptable, but it has to be chaste in intent too." he said, before continuing "I know that you tend to fall in love with females, and make no mistake: loving females is not wrong, but any kind of gay sex is most definitely wrong!" he said. These conversations were rarely pleasant between them, but the truth always has a level of love in it, and she was intensely relieved to detect his rather paternal love of her.

As the two of them started walking down a nature-hike path near the pavilion he had been staying on for the time, they ran across a set of ant-lion traps, and a column of ants walking in-between these pits. Right about then, Kennedy caught up with her girlfriend, and Rabbi Micah, she wanted to see what was going on, and the game had finished- the score was unimportant, but the important thing was that they'd had fun. As they watched, one ant started to slip towards the bottom of one of the traps, where the hidden larval predator awaited it with open jaws. The small terrestrial wasp (what an ant really is) didn't go into this trap very happily- it fought as hard as it possibly could! The ant had only fallen in about a quarter of the way, and started to climb back out of the death-trap. It didn't know what awaited it at the center of this slippery pit, but it did know by instinct that it had to get out as quickly as it could from the area that had sunken into the ground in this area- this wasn't a safe area for it to be in.

Almost immediately the infantile predator went into action and proceeded to attack the ant that had fallen into its, for lack of a better word, larder. A series of jets of sand shot out from the area of the center of the tiny pit, four of them to be exact, and struck the walls near the desperate ant that was trying with all its abilities to climb out of this pit- to the ant, this definitely wasn't natural! Something was acting upon the area to make it do this, and the terrified arthropod didn't want to be in the area at all when the creature at the bottom of the pit was revealed, sure if the entire column fought as one, they'd easily dismember this tiny nemesis of theirs, but that wasn't their way, to ants, any individual is expendable- it is the colony that matters! It was clear to all the humans watching this scene that neither of these natural predators would come into the other's domain willingly, so the one who got tired first would lose the battle. If the ant tired first, it'd fall into the pit, and her 'sisters' would pass her by for dead, and the ant-lion would eat to his heart's content, and throw away the remains, but if the ant-lion tired first, the ant would escape the trap.

This scene was upsetting to the young females, they didn't like to see a creature fighting to stave off death so ferociously, and grieved in their hearts for the ant, who seemed doomed. But the entire scene also reminded them of another encounter with something they called "The First", which Willow next proceeded to bring up in conversation with her Rabbi. As her mentioning of her sins was done, the presence of this other 'erring princess' didn't bother Micah one bit. He genuinely thought it was an opportunity to do some further good for his Lord- as the opportunity to get the errant Latina to behave herself too was also desirable to him- one reason he had not protested one bit with her coming to the picnic. "This reminds me of an encounter with something that was referred to as "the first evil", do you know what that could possibly be, Rabbi?" Willow asked, and when she was asked to describe what this thing said and did in said encounter- which Rabbi Micah was profoundly scared and alarmed in regards to, this set off a most peculiar response, with both of these women talking to him almost simultaneously, but what he could make out of it was that the being had at least twice seemed to jump dimensions, was non-corporeal, and had an extremely malevolent personality, as well as being very frightening to deal with- almost on a preternatural level.

"I'd strongly advise you to stay away from that thing." he said, deeply terrified for his fellow humans, he now strongly suspected that this being was in fact the Devil, mainly due to the aforementioned happily psychopathically cruel personality- that matched the profile to a T. "Not really a possibility, as it can find any human whenever it wants, but doesn't seem able to inflict bodily harm upon humans yet on its own." Kennedy said, speaking up, she didn't remember most of her Catechism training from her childhood, but she did remember some details now that frightened her right to the core "Just like the ant in the pit, I'm terrified of some mysterious predator." Kennedy thought to herself, scared to her very core of what was going on in her life. Kennedy wanted a loving and safe world, not something deadly like this was going to become fast if things weren't done, and promptly. What she dreamed of was a world where she had a sisterly relationship with everybody, not a world where beings killed and mutilated one-another at the drop of a hat and hurt each-other for fun!

"Then my fears are confirmed, it was the Evil One that visited you in that home, but it cannot destroy you without your direct assistance, it can tempt you into wickedness, and then it has the ability to truly hurt you; but to destroy you it has to get you to betray morality- then and only then can it get what it wants: your soul as it's slave for all eternity- just like the Ssi-Ruuk in Star Wars, the Adversary tends to rely upon what might be called 'soul labor', a form of slave-labor, but unending. So, if it causes your death without acquiring your allegiance, then it's lost the war in your sector, for it cannot then get what it wants, for all eternity!" he told them.

"So, the only escape is death then… that's just grim." Kennedy said, she was really enjoying this material because she could understand it, and so what if she didn't like the message, the idea was right up her alley of fighting to defend her loved ones from this evil tyrant! She had her own personal vendetta with this evil spirit, as 'he' had ordered the death of her father- a man whom she loved more deeply than life itself! The pretty Latina perceived this entity as a cruel mixture of Al Capone and Joe Stalin combined in the worst ways, and she really had it in for this vicious entity! Kennedy so often cried whenever she remembered her father that it confused Willow as to why she would want to recall him in the first place, but her crying was largely cathartic, she liked to remember his personality for some odd reason that escaped her too. It actually felt good to her to weep over the death of her daddy, and she never could understand why, but for the life of her she seemed to delight in such an activity.

By sheer co-incidence, both Willow and Kennedy, and Micah too were thinking that if just one of the ants would extend a leg, the ant in the pit would be able to escape for certain. Then it hit all of them: that's exactly what he was doing, and what a cleric's job is to do, to be the one who 'extends the leg' and allows others to escape what the Messiah had called 'the doodlebug' in scripture and tradition- the Evil One won't get someone as easily who has an associate who is willing to risk themselves to rescue their friends and neighbors from its grasp!

In the end of the fight, due to the insects' nature, no other ant would risk its life to rescue its sister (all ants that you are likely to see are girls), but the ant in the pit was too close to the lip of the pit to be eaten, as it was able to get out, and the ant-lion larva couldn't, or wouldn't attempt to climb out to attack the ant in the upper pit, especially not with its friends nearby, and thereby expose itself to attack, so the two of them parted ways.

Rabbi Micah then used this example to illustrate a metaphysical concept to them. "As the ant escaped, its unlikely to be willing to go back to this trap so long as it remembers what lurks under the sand, but ants have a very short memory, far shorter than humans… this may play into its benefit, for it helps to prevent addiction." he explained "Addictions are usually very bad, I've had them, and let me tell you- they're not fun! I still deal with the remnants of an addiction to the occult, what you called 'telephoning the mob', Rabbi" Willow interjected, then continued "and it may crop up at any time!" she said, now with her resolve-face on. This was a major rift-cause between Willow and her friends: Rabbi Micah was very critical of her for dealing with the occult, her Scooby friends rather liked having a magically inclined friend who could 'trouble-shoot' their issues in a type of assistance, and Will needed to be helpful to her friends, Kennedy thought it was rather 'nifty' having a lover who was a witch, and this scared Willow, for she knew what she was doing wasn't safe at all! On the contrary, the only reason why she still did so willingly was that she felt the need to sacrifice herself to keep her loved ones safe. "If the ant had a human memory, don't you think it might become addicted to challenging the ant-lion?" he asked the young women. "And that's just a hypothetical question to consider- why do you think Yahweh gave the ant an ant's mind, and not a mind that can comprehend the preternatural, and some of the supernatural mysteries of eternity too?, if it isn't for the sake of some other task that the ant has an ant's mind." Now the criticism was undeniably clear to them: sinful behaviors are means of 'playing' with demons- and I mean true demons, and that is never safe for a human in the long run.

Kennedy looked extremely upset with this criticism of her lifestyle- she knew it was wrong for her to be sleeping with other girls, but she tended to like to do so anyways. She looked like she wanted to hit Micah for suggesting it, but Willow got in front of her, and held her arms, and told her "I need to hear that, I know, I don't like to hear that I've been a bad girl, but when I have been one, I need to hear it. I needed to speak to him because" now Willow started to look like she was about to cry, and placing her head on Kenny's shoulder, she whimpered to her "I tried to kill you."

Author's Notes End Chapter: I was likely to make this one a one-chapter deal, but I've decided to extend it, the next chapter will be "Willow comes clean" or something like that, and will deal with Willow explaining to Kennedy how she almost killed her before they ever met.

On loving a person whom you disagree with the desires thereof

vantiri — Mon, 23 Mar 2015 02:26:11 GMT

Basically, you has to look at neighbors who you hate the deeds of as your siblings in order to love them. This seems to be Pope Francis 1's indication of values to the members of the Church, especially considering the fact that the Church itself he said has to operate as a "field hospital after a battle". This is the main reason I am thankful for some series' that depict inherrantly immoral behavoir (such as homosexuality) thereby advocating for them to be seen as sibings; it helps to cultivate compassion for the People, so long as you Hate the DEEDS.
That's the trick to the "moral metaluragy" involved here, you have to mentally seperate the Behavior from the Character who does the crime against nature (what such misbehavior is- a felony). Mind you, this is the Deeds I'm talking about being condemned, NOT the People.
How is this done? Say such a person actually Tries to put their life back together- then they are acting as God would want them to act, and changing their ways... in such a case they literally ARE prodigal children.
What Pope Francis seems to be advocating against is what's so often called historically by people firmiliar with the American War of Independance "Tarleton's Quarter": in a nutshell: Murder of prisoners during the surrender! Make no mistake: this is a condemned act and a felony to boot!
He seems to be advocating for gentleness, an important lesson for myself, as it turns out... though it's extremely unlikely he heard of me by the time he regestered the statement.
There are those who totally love the war between good and evil, but there are also those who have real difficulty with purity, but have no problem with compassion.
Fair warning to those in any kind of power: banning me from contacting you will NOT advocate for what you want- it'll only advocate against it Perminantly, as it'd advocate Against ANY kind of respect for you, or any of your equals or colleagues- Ever, same deal with blocking me from accessing your works- this does not lead to respect but to disrespect- perminant disrespect! Crossing that line with me is a suicidal move, same deal with the misbehavior of favoritism- even favoring your friends to any degree, or putting order as more important than justice- do that and you'll never have either, but demolish order for justice and you'll quickly have both and perminantly- just so long as you keep justice you'll attain order, but be in any way imperfect in rendering justice (including believing rumors you have no reason not to believe) and you'll fast be without both for all eternity- even if they are restored by someone outside they will never exist in your domain Ever Again!

The price for obedience of any kind is total justice in advance- fail once and you guarentee that you'll never get the product you want or need, no matter what you do, you will have guarenteed that Nobody in power will be obeyed Again because of your misbehavior- this is perminant!

A Friend When You Need One

vantiri — Sat, 08 Nov 2014 04:01:41 GMT

A Friend When You Need One.

By James Carmody.

Disclaimer: Buffy, the entire series, and all characters belong to Joss, and him alone, until he decides otherwise- I will not accept a single red cent for this work or any other works of mine in this kind of series, until I establish a contract; which I haven’t yet. This is just for fun- enjoy!

Pairing: Willow/Spike platonic friendship (the kind of relationship Willow would go for with Spike)

Summery: Willow finds Spike hurt after a fight with Buffy (who’s got troubles of her own) and she helps him out (because she’s a kind-hearted young woman)- gentle fic, no sex (promise).

Setting: Sunnydale California; time period: just after “Gone”.

Author’s Notes: Dedicated to help comfort Picamix in regards to her health- in the hopes she gets better soon- good luck, Picamix! (she loves the Willow/Spike pairing) This is designed to be a kind gift to her, a ‘get better soon’ kind of thing. (based upon what I heard)

Chapter 1.): Someone in need of my help…

Author’s Notes Chapter [beginning]: Willow is Jewish Willow here, Spike has an Anglican background; just to establish some background.

Willow was in a rather sour mood, the kind she tended to want to fight with somebody over- whenever she felt this way, that is… she had had a horrible squabble with Tara over the past few days, and the redhead was upset. Will was taking a walk down the street to cool off, it was a cold night, so she had her jacket on. She also had her hands in her pockets, and her shoulders were kind of scrunched up to hide and to keep warm.

As she passed by a store on a corner, she heard a quiet crying, and the voice was distinctly male “Spike?” Willow thought “Is that him that I hear?” she continued to think, and peeked around to see if he was indeed the one crying- she was concerned. The crying seemed to come from an alleyway near the storefront.

Concerned; Willow peaked around, and to her surprise- she was right. It was indeed Spike who was huddled up into a ball in the back of the alleyway, crying. The sight yanked on Willow’s heart- he had clearly been beaten up, there were cuts nearly all over him for instance, and he was bruised., pretty badly, at that. As a hobby, Willow, when she was a little girl, had gotten into her parents’ medical textbooks, and studied medicine to play doctor with her friend, Xander. Now these first-aid studies she had done for fun came in extremely handy: although these injuries weren’t life-threatening, especially to a vampire like Spike- he was hurt, and she didn’t like to see anything hurt- it hurt her that someone had hurt someone else!

For the first time in several days, ironically, Willow felt oddly happy, she didn’t know why, she assumed it was because the ability to help someone else would get her out of the rut she had been in since her fight with Tara. Her girlfriend and Willow merely seemed to fight- that seemed like the only interaction they could do these days. If she talked to her parents; they’d tell her something that would only upset her: that her relationship with Tara is based upon lust, and thereby certain to fail. Didn’t they understand?! Being with Tara, even in a strictly platonic fashion is the one thing that tended to bring any light into Willow’s life! When she had introduced her girlfriend to her dad, there had been a tremendous fight between her and him (Willow and Ira Rosenberg, that is). In as many words, he had told her that she was no longer welcome in his house. Shortly thereafter, she moved in with Buffy.

As Will quickly checked both sides of the street to make sure nobody could see her, she snuck into the alley to tend to Spike. She could see he had been cut, and clearly beaten. But worst of all- his heart was broken; it was undoubtedly someone who he loved that had done this to him!

“Without any doubt, the worst pain here is his hurt feelings.” Will thought as she hugged him in the alley “What with the betrayal of love and all.” she reasoned, and trying to comfort him with kisses to remove his tears- she was kind of new at this- she asked him “Who did this? Was it Buffy?” she asked, getting angry at her best friend. Willow loved Buffy, but beating someone was extremely offensive to her! And William had clearly been beaten. As angry as Will was, she held him to comfort him, and it seemed to be working. “Come on, we’ve got to get you inside to tend your wounds.” she told him. “No, Love, that is not necessary…” he protested, but these cuts looked distinctly like they’d been made by a box-cutter, and Willow was afraid, afraid that someone would do such a thing!

“She is just being nice, don’t refuse the kindness of the Lady.” William told himself firmly “Let her tend your wounds, then leave before you do something stupid to your help.” was his next self-instructions. “Listen, I’ve been through worse.” he said to her, trying to deflect her worry- ever the proverbial English knight- that was his self-image, especially after meeting Buffy- and now her best friend was tending the wounds that MONSTER had put on him in the first place! Boy was he both confused and mad! This didn’t make any sense at all. “Did they get into a fight that I don’t know about?” William wondered to himself.

As Willow snuck Spike back to the house at 1630 Revello Drive, she observed that he could clearly walk quite well, but he was still cut up, and his shirt was caked with blood- it seemed his own blood. “Buffy can’t know about this, do you understand?” Spike asked her, and told her at the same time. As they reached the doorway, Spike looked apprehensively at her. “You have to come in so I can tend your wounds, Spike.” Willow said, and that was the entry-code for him- he could now enter the home.

When they entered the house, William’s shirt was gently pulled off of him, with Willow telling him that she had to check his wounds and clean them; however, as she did so, several of the wounds that had bled started to re-bleed, for the clots had attached themselves to his shirt, the bleeding was not serious, but the mere fact that he had been hurt in such a sadistic means enraged her! She proceeded to get a clean washcloth from the bathroom and ran tap water on it to clean his wounds to the best of her ability, and as she gently dabbed his injuries, she probed him with both questions and, quite incidentally, with magic to learn exactly how and who had done this to him.

Willow wasn’t frankly concerned with the moral repercussions of using mysticism of this type right now- she was far more concerned with how this fellow had been hurt; and getting justice for him! What she learned shocked her beyond all reason: her best friend had slipped further into darkness than she had ever believed possible! It was indeed Elizabeth {Buffy} Summers who had done this to him!

She knew that her impression was probably being influenced by way of a lie- a mental lie, and a telepathic one at that, but she had to know for certain; so, as Willow fell asleep, she studied a book she had avoided for, well, ever since she had gotten involved with Tara- and Tara wasn’t frankly opposed to it, she had grown up with it too: the Book of Esther in the Old Testament. What she was doing was attempting to consult with one of her heroines from history- specifically the history of her people, on how to deal with this situation, and the method of ‘smoking out’ the real truth and who the culprit really was.

The main reason why Willow had avoided that set of books was that some of the messages in it were upsetting to her, but she couldn’t worry about that point right now; there was too much at stake for her to do so! She had just read and re-read the passage in it about where Esther sets her trap for Haman and tells the Persian Emperor of Haman’s plot to massacre all of her people. Willow was well aware of the difference in degrees of offense, but she felt that she had to confront this attack on William now, and this offered the best promise of how to do so swiftly and properly. As she fell asleep she plotted and re-plotted to set up the stage for resolving this matter.

Author’s Notes End Chapter: This was going to be a “one chapter story” but I just think that it’d be better as at least a two-chapter literary piece. In the next chapter, which will be called “Willow’s Trap to Learn the Truth” or, more simply “Willow’s Trap”, she will discover who did what and how this happened, and it’ll likely end rather sadly for the best friends- in a fight

Roses Bloom Among Thorns

vantiri — Thu, 04 Sep 2014 20:35:15 GMT

Evil Willow: Xander's Sister

By James Carmody.

Disclaimer: Buffy, the series, and all characters in it are the intellectual property of Joss Whedon, and, until he decides to sell/give the copyright away, him alone! He has, of his own free consent, given legal rights to write stories and sell them to Other people- NOT including myself yet, so, this is fanfic. Hence, I shall NOT accept any monetary compensation for this piece of literature: NOT ONE CENT! If you ever read this one, Mr. Whedon, please enjoy; and thanks for such a great series!

Characters: Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg, Alexander Harris, Kennedy, and that's just for starters.

Pairings: Willow/Kennedy, Xander/Kennedy (friendship), Xander/Willow (friendship)

Warnings and Author's Notes: Willow starts out in this one NOT sweet and loving; she's messed up at the beginning, presumably due to the occult- and her involvement therewith, she LOOKS like normal Willow, but is distinctly Dark Willow in personality. There may well be personality 'warfare' within her mind in this fictional piece… and that's all this is: Fiction!

It's even possible that, through the occult, the First Evil made a sort of 'demonic deal' with Miss Rosenberg; because as you read this piece of fiction, you'll find that she's, in some cases, sexually violent (that's the kind of 'messed up' she starts the story as). Story also includes a good degree of "Willow-on-Kennedy" violence, possible "Kennedy bashing", which is NOT to say anything against the Latina character, I rather like her now, but she DOES get hurt in the start of the story!

Consider the perspective of Alexander Harris: he loves Willow as if they're brother and sister; then he finds she's started abusing her ex-girlfriend- badly abusing her, that is! What do you think he'd do?

Also, in the beginning, or middle of a story, sometimes the good characters do get hurt.

Timeline: During Season 10.

Now to the story…

Chapter #1.): Roses bloom among thorns.,

Kennedy DeSilver as she was known to her friends, had invited her colleges from Sunnydale to stay over for about a few weeks at her mansion for some party- a sort of anniversary regarding the destruction of the Sunnydale Hellmouth. One of her guests was Alexander Harris, known to his friends as "Xander". Currently a bit of a Cyclops, due to a fight with a evil cleric known as Caleb, in which the fallen cleric had destroyed his left eye, Xander had resigned himself to depth-perception problems for the rest of his life, but he was getting along fine for now. As Xander walked by his hostess's bedroom, he was deeply concerned, Kennedy and him had become sort-of 'fast friends', though he didn't know her very well; the two of them were sort-of foreigners to each other. He had recently finished shaving, quite a feat, shaving one-eyed, and he distinctly heard quiet crying from her room.

The door was opened a bit of a crack, and being a gentleman, he raised his left hand and, lightly, tapped the wood with his knuckles of his left index and middle fingers- slightly curled, with the pinky and ring fingers completely curled around, and the left thumb supporting his index finger. He had just gotten dressed after shaving, and was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, and shorts as well as sandals. "You Okay?" he asked, quietly, and concerned. Not much could make Kennedy break out in tears, so this had to be something that really hurt her. He tapped the door again, more forcefully this time, and the door started to open somewhat more by accident., what he saw scared him, badly! Kennedy was seated on the bed, facing the window away from him, so at first he only saw her back and left side (more her back than her side). But: her hair was disheveled, her clothing was in disarray on her body (however, still decent), there were lipstick kiss-marks all over her yolk and neck and cheeks, she was also bruised, somewhat badly, and she had her arms wrapped around herself in a hug as her young and still beautiful body was wracked with sobs!

'This woman has clearly been abused. I may not like her lifestyle trajectory atall- but, gentleness is most definitely called for here.' he thought to himself. And he didn't like her deeds at all; oh, not that girls bodies are not attractive to him- they are, but in the years since his graduation from High School, he had grown in 'personality technological development', that is, his character had tremendously improved: and he could Clearly see she had not been treated gently!

Approaching quietly, step by step, he asked her again "Kennedy, what happened? Are you OK?". She sniffled, then said "I think so." in a small voice. 'What she needs now most is respect.' he knew, so he asked her "Is this seat taken?" gesturing to her left on the bed. She shook her head "No" vigorously, so he asked her, needing her to understand that her opinion does determine what happens to her; that she does have a say in what happens to her "Mind if I take this seat?" "Seat's yours." she said in a small voice.

He knew he'd have to telegraph his moves to her in order to prevent her from freaking out, so he asked the homosexual Latina "Mind if I hug you? You look like you could use it." when she didn't object, his right arm made it's way around her shoulders in a friendly embrace. "Kennedy, if I may, What Happened?" The profoundly upset woman's response was both abrupt and shocking, and stunned Xander immensely "*She* happened!" Kennedy practically shouted in anger.

Kennedy was enraged, her emotions were all over the place, but the loving embrace of this guy was the one thing that stabilized her in her sea of torment. When he didn't respond, just looked at her wide-eyed, she turned to face him more completely- it was then that he saw that her lipstick was smeared, as if she'd been roughly kissed on the lips by another girl, also her lower lip was injured, on the left side, near the incisors. "Don't you know?!" she demanded, asking. "Don't you know what's been happening to me?!" he just stared at her blankly, very confused. "Didn't you hear me scream for help last night?!" she demanded again. "No, and now I am very confused… Kennedy, nobody heard anything last night, to my knowledge." "Of course! Now it all makes sense! She did a spell to soundproof the room! That's why I didn't get any help when I called!"

Now Xander was scared! Not for himself, no, but because of the blatant injustice involved in this situation. And, terrified as he was/is, he Knew he'd Have to act! Reluctant as he was to accept this fact, he realized who was abusing his hostess; the abuser was her ex girlfriend; Willow Rosenberg!- the thing that had given that fact away was the reference to a spell to soundproof the room… well, that and the lipstick kiss marks! Guys don't normally wear lipstick, and most girls don't try to make out with other girls… and Kennedy was Clearly 'made out with', but in an abusive way.

As the sun rose in the sky, Kennedy was starting to cheer up, something about seeing the sunrise made her happy again, but she had been through quite a lot last night, and about every third of a minute, she would wipe her eyes with the meat of her hand to dry her tears… she was Very upset! "Please, explain to me what exactly happened." Xander said to his hostess, very concerned,,, he didn't really like gays in their lifestyle, he frankly thought it was ridiculous, to be exact., but this woman had been hurt, and needed comfort, and that he could render. Kennedy looked Xander in the face, and through her tear-shrouded sight, saw his damaged face with the destroyed eye covered by an eye-patch. She then took on a grim look on her face, nodded, thinking "It'll be better for me to talk to somebody about this mess… even if that monster Willow does kill me for telling on her." So, Kennedy began her story…

"Xander, women like myself are not too different from your girlfriends in a lot of ways" Kennedy began, then, continuing "we delight in being with those we love, in fact, it's not the sex at all that makes up our relationships,,, when we're kissing in bed, it's the 'I'm with someone I love' that gives the pleasure, and the 'I trust you not to betray me', sex among us is about Giving pleasure, not based upon Taking pleasure… I don't even think it's necessary for a relationship like those I have been in. We don't have the anatomical equipment for proper intimacy of that kind- no 'same gender relationship' does- weird thing for a lesbian to say, but it's true- anatomically, that is." Kennedy was saying, then she continued her story- 'laying the groundwork' as she explained to Xander "As a carpenter, Xand, you're familiar with construction jobs, so, the term 'laying the groundwork' is second nature to you, I assume." he nodded, knowing completely what she meant. She continued "The difference between consensual and nonconsensual is that not consensual you don't know what the person is going to do to you- they may kill you after they are done- it's terror,,, and that ruins the atmosphere of loving trust between people."

Over time, the conversation got somewhat heated, but both participants could read the other's intents as clear as light through clear-cut crystal glass. Maybe five minutes into the discussion, Kennedy stood upright angrily, looked right at Xander Harris, and, placing her left hand over her heart, insisted in a panic "We're human beings too, Xander!" "I never said you weren't." he responded calmly. It turned out that Kennedy had felt that Xander was saying that her deviancy, which Both knew well was a deviancy, was a trait that somehow made her less than human, when really he was saying something quite different.

She explained "The whole thing started about two months before the visit of the Scoobies to my mansion here… and yes, I intended to invite everybody to it for quite a while. I was vacuuming and listening to a favorite audio-cassette in my walkman, had my eyes closed, for an exercise in spatial memory, and it was working out fine., I was enjoying myself, my pale green sweater-blouse was on, along with my stone-colored pants, and my hair was bound up near my head in a clip… I was happy, Xander! Then, suddenly, my front door was blown open, and not by a gust of wind- it'd take far more than that to do that to my door. The house faces south, and since it was about noon, the light was coming in full blast through the door, but someone was in the doorway, and I couldn't make out who., then they were gone- vanished." "Like a ghost." Xander stated. "Or a witch." Kennedy said- implying who exactly it was, though she couldn't seem to say just who at that time. "Anyhow, I only noticed this out of the corner of my left eye, then suddenly, I felt a hand over my mouth, and breasts pressed against my back, I remember thinking 'a woman, then, I should be more than able to handle her.' then I felt a kiss to my left cheek, very near to the ear, and that kind-of freaked me out. She kind-of half carried, half dragged me to the wall, and away from my chores, and when she pinned me there, I got my first look at her face. Imagine my shock when I saw that it was Willow, but not the Willow I knew. The Willow I knew was kind, gentle, loving, and a redhead. This one was black-haired, and simply mockingly brutal, as well as thoroughlylustful! The look in her eyes was totally carnally abusive, and all of it was directed upon me!" Kennedy was clearly scared at this point in her story.

"Simply put, Xander, I was terrified, I genuinely felt like she was about to rape me!" Kennedy went on "She was also way stronger than she should have been... It was like she had juiced herself up again. I remember thinking "Initially, I was enamored with the concept of having a witch as a girlfriend- what a fool I was!" What a fool indeed!" Kennedy said laughing slightly, and disgusted with herself.

It was Alexander Harris who mentioned the next part of their discussion, he suggested that they talk about anything but what had happened to her for about five minutes, as she was clearly upset… Kennedy loved the idea. "Relationships are central to you, aren't they, Kenn?" he asked her. Her response: "I'm a woman, Xander, and relationships are crucial to us." Then, in a weird way, the topic deviated onto the views both had regarding Willow. "I fell in love with her when I first saw her" Kennedy said "she's just so beautiful, I just don't know what it is, I just had to have her as my girlfriend., what about you?" she asked him. "We were boyfriend and girlfriend when we were five, but broke up in reference to a fight. Later on, I found out she's Jewish." "And you are?" she asked him in response. "Anglican, or Episcopalian, same religion. You?" was his response. Hers surprised him massively "Catholic" she said "but I am not really all that devout, my father, my adopted father, or step-father, or whatever, was my first Watcher,,, but I never really trusted him. I met him as my dad when I was about seven or eight, my real dad, Joseph Bishop, and he were the best of buddies in the military… yep, I'm from a military family. Anyway, from what I heard, my real dad died on a mission in Vietnam during the war, but I just couldn't stop blaming Brian Prescott-O'Hara for his death." "But I thought your last name was DeSilver." he said. "DeSilver is an alias, truth be told, I'm a little skittish- kinda afraid of trusting anybody." she said. "Don't you know that'll mess up a relationship?" Xander said in a kidding way. "Anyways, both my dads, no, don't panic, the second married the first's widow, tried to instill what are called 'traditional morals' into me,,, but, put yourself into my shoes- no matter how hard you try, the idea of sleeping with a guy just puts you off for some reason, or so it is with me. I mean, Xander, you're a fine fellow, but I just cannot bring myself to love guys romantically- I know well that that's not fair… I've come to accept that I'm stuck in this way., and sometimes it does upset me. I look around, and I see loving relationships, gentle hand-holding, kissing, romance, all that good stuff, and it just fills me with envy- I know it's not right, but that's just the way it is." she explained.

"Oh, my mom, Abigail, had introduced myself and my little sister, Nina to my biological dad's best friend well before his death, as family was something vital to him. Possibly one reason that he was able to wed the widow so quickly- it just felt like infidelity to me- and I didn't like it!" Kennedy explained her background.

Then the topic drifted to movies, and Kennedy mentioned her favorite: "Gone With the Wind". "One day, when I was in Kindergarten, I watched "Gone With the Wind" with my family, classics, it seems the course was, and I just fell in love with Scarlett O'Hara." Xander found this quite odd, "You do know, don't you, that, she'd probably be deeply offended if you had tried to kiss her." he said with a teasing lilt to his voice, unable to keep it out, the concept was just too ridiculous to avoid that impression. Kennedy took offense to that! "I was five, OK?! I just thought that she needed someone to sweep her off her feet, and I don't like your quips about my orientation! We're human beings too, Xander!" she said, placing her hands, fingers splayed out, over her heart, and standing up in a fighting stance, as if she was hurt. "Just because my orientation system is messed up- and I KNOW it is! Why do you think I keep on falling in love with Girls?!- that doesn't make me any less human." "I never said you weren't fully human, Kennedy, it just doesn't make any sense as to why, or how a Catholic woman and a lesbian can be the same woman., aren't the lifestyles totally opposed?" Xander asked her. "Believe you me, I'm totally upset about it too… I want to be good, really and truly, and I know sex outside of marriage is bad, as is romance with somebody unavailable for you, it's just so darn hard sometimes!" Kennedy said, quite frustrated.

"You said, earlier on, that 'bedroom activities' for people like you are about giving pleasure,,, so, how in the world does intimate assault work in that sense- is it forcing somebody to feel physical delight? I'm confused." Alexander said.

"Our interactions- physical interactions, that is, are often uncomfortable and emotionally demeaning, but we often feel that we have no choice" Kennedy tried to explain to her friend "when one of us is raped by another, she almost without any doubt feels absolute terror and betrayal, the victim's thoughts are along this trajectory "What's she going to do to me? Why is this happening? Couldn't I have fought her off? I didn't want this!" then there's also the ever-present fear that she'll kill her when she's done, or if her victim doesn't 'perform' as well as the oppressor desires, make no mistake- that's slavery, Xander! Then the attacker often forces the victim into a relationship, and makes, or tries to make, the victim believe that that's what they wanted, or that they 'liked it', Yeah, Right! Nobody wants to be forced to lie with somebody else!" Kennedy finished with disgust in her voice.

Then She got back to telling him her story: "She pinned me to the wall, and she started to nuzzle me, we used to do this when we were together, almost as a code for "I love you, be secure." but now I was terrified of her." Kennedy explained "She was kissing me, on the lips- especially at the corners of my lips, something I found quite pleasurable when we were girlfriends., the neck, it was almost loving, but there was something sinister about it, as if it wasn't love in her heart at all, but she was looking at me like I was a 'bedroom toy' or a 'sex object', and that freaked me out! I soon wanted to run back to my family, I was so scared of her, but doubted that they'd want me back- due to what I had done… her breasts were pressed against mine, in what you'd consider intimacy, but I was terrified, Xander!" Kennedy wiped her face with the meat of her palm of her hands, first left then right, then continued "*sob* She seemed to look at me as if I were her slave, NOT an equal! Why did I have to be so darn foolish to go fall for a sorceress?! Why? *sob*" Kennedy was very upset now, and very hurt.

"But the upsetting situation didn't stop there, she hoisted me over her right shoulder, in what might be called a fireman's carry, and carried me up to my bedroom- then the worst of it took place!" Kennedy explained to Alexander Harris, who was already horrified., they had learned eachother's perspectives on Willow, he saw her as his sister, Willow saw Xander as her brother- so they loved eachother, deeply, and Kennedy had been totally head-over-heels in regards to Willow. "She carried me up to my bedroom, and threw me onto my bed, when I tried to fight back- she beat me; physically! She battered me, Xand, in ways that were very brutal! After physically beating me for almost an hour, she threw me onto my bed, and threw herself on top of me, then started to kiss me., she also sat on me, and played with my body in obscene ways." Kennedy explained.

"She molested me on my own bed. She TOUCHED me, down there." Kennedy explained, referring to below the belt, while Willow was sitting on her. "I yelled "NO!" I yelled till I was horse, she just refused to stop touching me at about the groin area. She was sitting on me facing in the same direction I was, so her back was to me the whole time. I told her to leave me alone, she flat-out refused to stop touching me!" now Kennedy was angry. "When Willow was done touching me in ways that induced bodily reactions on my body, she calmly got up and moved backwards, then sat down on my face! I told her as best as I could to get off of me, I begged, I screamed, she just laughed at me and demanded that I kiss her." Xander was horrified! He simply couldn't believe Willow would be that abusive and evil. "She had juiced herself up massively, it seems." he said, trying to help her out. "When she gets this way, she tends to be filled with evil stuff." "You lether?! Xander, she's practically your sister!" Kennedy shrieked, horrified. "Eventually she's got to take responsibility for herself- besides, she's a grown woman now." "Yeah, I noticed, Xander, she raped me, all night long!… I'm crying out for help here!" Kennedy said, grabbing his shirt with urgency over the situation.

What Willow had done was after beating Kennedy up, she forced her onto the bed, and sat on her lower stomach, so that the inner thighs of Willow Rosenberg were touching the outer thighs of Kennedy DeSilver, in a perverse intimate fashion, then Willow started rubbing Kennedy between her legs. She also physically beat her and forcibly kissed her, on the lips, the neck, the face, she tore her clothing, and told her that Kennedy was just a means for Willow to learn magick, via a sort of demonic deal that involved a sex-act to get to the demon's home dwelling, a certain Saga Vasuki, or Aluwyn. Kennedy told the story, she said that she would fight back, and Willow would expect this, and she was forced to give free room and board to her ex-girlfriend; that Kennedy was effectively Willow's slave- Xander was increasingly horrified and Very much doubted that this is the truth about this situation, it sounded so un-Willow-like, to be that mean to somebody, especially somebody whom she professed to love, and who professed to love her intimately, to be willing to give up the world for her.

"When she walked out, she explained, "I'll visit you again, soon.", that terrified me, Xand." Kennedy explained. "She also distinctly referred to me as her b*tch. To my face, Xander! She had NO respect for me Anymore, Whatsoever!" Kennedy was more angry than sad right now, she felt like punching that villainess who had stolen and destroyed her autonomy!

Author's Notes finishing: I was going to name "Evil Willow, Xander's Sister" to indicate a brother/sister relationship between the rescuer, Xander, the carpenter, and the (at this time) villainess, but the title of the first chapter, which is supposed to represent Kennedy Really suffering due to abuse by Willow (predominantly emotional abuse), just struck me as a better first chapter for this story.

Xander is to be considered to be Totally opposed to the homosexual lifestyle Kennedy is prone to in this story- he's to be considered to be a bit homophobic, but NOT willing to hurt her over her vices, Especially if he can use the situation to turn her against her desires. Mr. Harris is NOT brutal, but he IS diametrically opposed to same gender sex in this story- Gone are the days he would consider such things 'desirable', 'pretty', 'gorgeous' or 'hot', now he sees them as Utterly Disgusting in this story!

The nature of the story is one that follows some ideas of fans of the story; a common thread among this series' fans are that Willow would seem to be a Messianic Jewess- but one that has fallen away, Kennedy, due to her performer's ethnicity it seems would likely be Catholic, but also fallen away, Giles and Xander SEEM to be Episcopalian, or Anglican… and in the context of belief systems: the First Evil is Clearly representative of the Devil- that being will likely show up- as Willow's master in some Perverse sense.

This story also borrows some things from both Journal of a Watcher, and elements of VampWillow, Kennedy's pleasure slave, and Can be seen as something of a continuation of those stories I am currently writing- but elements May not already be in place in them to explain Everything I mean- Sorry about that.

Prodigal Daughters

vantiri — Thu, 04 Sep 2014 20:19:31 GMT

Tillow- lesbians= prodigal daughters.

Buffy fanfiction by James Carmody

Pennames: Cotto, Thrawn, Krulos, Vantiri, Mollari.

Disclaimer: Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon, not me! I will accept no money for this, or any other kind of reward aside from the credit for this little fanfic story.

Author's notes: I named this story "lesbians=prodigal daughters" because that's what they are in my perspective, they're females who are in bad relationships (one category thereof). This story takes place during season 6 of Buffy after, just after, that is, Tabula Rasa, and is Tara's attempt to return home after her devastating breakup with Willow, how I think she'd tell her family what happened, and her response to being raped by her girlfriend.- Some people might think that I have a dislike of Willow… I don't, I love her the way a brother would, it just really would hurt what she does (the relationships she gets into and such.). This is the after-effects of a bad femslash encounter. I also believe Tara would be interested in the sciences. Enjoy!

Chapter 1.) An uncomfortable return home.

Tara was mad, mad at her ex-girlfriend, don't get me wrong; she still loved her, but it had just hurt so darn much- the fights and the, the, Tara didn't even want to think about it! It forced itself to the fore of her mind: she'd been raped! By a woman! Her lesbian lover, Willow had wiped her memories of a fight the women had had, then they slept together… and Tara was totally enraged over this! "How could she be so darn stupid?" Tara thought on the bus to her family's home in Colorado. "Didn't she know I'd have to break-up with her if she did this?! How would she feel if I changed her mind without her permission? To me, the mind is the most sacred place, the most private! That Fallen Woman! She Forced herself into MY MIND and re-arranged it to suit her ideas of the 'ideal girlfriend'- doesn't matter if I was happy with myself… what am I? Her slave?! Is this the way a relationship is to go?!". Then she considered her own beliefs, including religion, (all of them- as if she were an empress taking a census of the weapons she had before a fight for her life) "I had such fun with her friends, they seemed to genuinely love me for me…" "Her friends" Tara thought bitterly "Do they even know what kind of a woman she is now? That they're living with a rapist?" The thought shocked her- her girlfriend, someone she loved dearly, a rapist?! She felt sick about this "This isn't the way I am supposed to act… this isn't the way of wisdom, of love: Fighting constantly, anger, bitterness, disgust, those are a recipe for hatred! And if I remember my catechism courses- that is a poison for the soul- the very way iron is to a star!" "While Wiccans do not believe in a Devil, I have seen far too much evil in Sunnydale to discount the existence of an entity with those capacities, I believe Giles referred to a 'First Evil', maybe that's him- or it, as such… And if there's one being with those capacities,,, there're probably some beings with the same abilities that never went bad!- Similar to the way Josef Stalin went very bad, but Karl W. (John Paul 2) did not!- both men lived at approximately the same period of time, and both were undoubtedly very knowledgeable, but the first was exceedingly evil, the latter was really quite good.".

Willow was deeply upset with the loss of her loving relationship "I was valedictorian at Sunnydale High graduation. So how come I cannot keep a friend?". She herself was trying to figure out where she'd gone wrong "Granted I was completely outmatched by that 'evil beauty queen' or whatever she was, who went by the name of 'Glory'- I had to call on every resource I had to beat that cruel vixen, and still hurt myself, oh, it was a satisfying fight" Then she realized "maybe that's how guys see a battle against a villain… I'll need to ask Xander or Oz about this later. I sure enjoyed fighting her for hurting Dawn, whom I love as a sister, but I nearly hemorrhaged in my brain!" then she continued thinking "What do I have? I'm brilliant- my grades in school were second to none, I am kind- helping people is a real passion for me, I'm gentle, loving, loyal" then she got to the one thing that hurt her "but I'm also addicted to magic- no scratch that- sorcery! Oh Yahweh, what am I?" she prayed "No wonder she left me… sweet Tara" a tear rolled down her cheek- she realized that what had driven her lover away was the use of her 'psychic weapon' on her!- then the sex-act… then it clicked: she'd raped her! Willow really didn't want to admit that it had happened, but she really couldn't deny it- in her intellectual curiosities, she'd looked up the California Penal Code one day when she was bored, and the state of California clearly includes 'interfered consent' in the category of 'non-consent', and since the spell interfered with Tara's memory, it clearly interfered with her ability to consent! "Therefore what I did was rape!" Willow realized to her horror, then she really started crying, Buffy heard her and asked "Will, what's wrong?" upon entering the room. Willow was in her bathrobe, sitting on the bed near the headboard and sobbing. "Oh Will, what's going on?" her best friend tried again. 'Do I tell her?' Willow asked herself 'Do I let her know what I did, to Tara, to my girlfriend? Will she ever forgive me? Will she kick me out of the house? And what of Xander? I regard him to be my brother now! Could he ever look at me again? Would he try to murder me? For committing rape? I might!' Willow thought, profoundly terrified and disgusted.

Some 10 to 15 hours later, after multiple rest-stops, Tara finally reached the MaClay residence, after going from city bus, to mall, to taxi, and finally home… 'Time to face the music.' she thought 'Last time I was here, my family and I got into quite a squabble, for over seven years my dad called me a demon, and the worst thing is that he got the rest of the family to think that of me too! Even Cousin Beth called me a 'disgusting demon', how could she? We're the same household- she and I, as close as any sisters!' Donny greeted her at the door "Hey dad, little sis is back!" he called overjoyed! Tara smiled, hurt, afraid, and bitter, but knowing that, as mean as Donny was in the past, she really doubted he'd use her the way her girlfriend had- or worse. "Hey, Donny! Yes, I'm back, is my room still available?" "I'll take your gear up there…" "Wow, Donny, you sure are a gentleman now, what changed?" "I'll fill you in later- we got your call, but I still am not clear on why you decided to leave that lifestyle all of a sudden, not that I am anything but overjoyed about it- you leaving a disordered lifestyle that is, but what happened?" Tara thought for a long moment then whispered "My lover raped me." on the way up stairs.

Donny was flabbergasted to say the least… That pixie-hair-styled little redhead raped his sister! In fact, so shocked was he that he stopped dead on the stairs, with his mouth gaping open. Tara couldn't help but find it sort of cute. Tara was a good four or five steps ahead of him when she turned around (though they had been at the same step when Tara had mentioned why she was back) "Donny, come on!" she smiled at him, a sisterly smile. "You're not the one who had hurt me" "But I…" Donny started to say, Tara motioned for him to stop "True, you had mental problems, anyone would, what with the loss of Mom, but" she sighed "let's just get my gear up to my room, OK?".

When Tara had explained her story to her: brother, cousin, and father, Donny asked Tara "Should we call the cops?" Tara responded with a question of her own "And tell them what, exactly? There was no damage, no drugs involved, it'll degenerate into a 'she said-she said' story- pure sensationalism! I don't want to wind up in the tabloids as a 'lesbian rape victim'… No, I just need time away from… her!" Tara said, disgusted! "But we've got to do something! That evil woman mustn't be allowed to away with raping my daughter!" said Mr. MaClay. "I've studied psychology, Dad, and, sick as it is, there's a tendency to perceive people like myself, (lesbians) as a form of entertainment… I Will Not Wind Up in the Tabloids with my picture and name associated with the term 'victim of lesbian rape'! We're Human Beings, for Crying Out Loud!" Tara practically shouted.

Chapter 2.) Meeting an old friend again.

Tara Maclay had slept rather soundly, but she was still upset over her girlfriend's treatment of her. She had, however, been awakened on and off due to nightmares of her rather nightmarish treatment by her lover… the alleged rape was gentle, not forceful, but the thought that she couldn't have truly consented to the sex was very upsetting, and the cause of her bad dreams. She didn't, however, remember any of her dreams when she awoke in the very early morning. After her father and brother had talked with her, and she with them, Donny and Mr. Maclay were enraged, but let the woman get some sleep for the night. When she awoke, she yawned, stretched, walked to the bathroom and combed her hair so it was straight and smooth 'pretty' she thought of it; and that made her somewhat happy. Tara had the attitude that could be described as "love is beautiful, whereas anger and fighting are ugly." and to have to fight with her friends really made her upset.

She checked the thermometer, and it read in the low 40s Fahrenheit, the time was about 5:45am and it enabled her to watch the sunrise over the plains and woods, something that made the woman happy- that was always beautiful in her eyes. She was also delighted that her family was so supportive of her in this crisis… it just upset her again that it took a crisis to get them to treat her right! 'Why can't my family treat me right without some fight outside of the home?' the young woman thought with tears welling up behind her eyes, angry again. 'none of my other friends have this problem., Oh Guardian Spirit, why me?' she prayed, hurt again. She really was a loving Dame actually., in all but having been declared so by royalty.

At about 5:54 am, she was wearing her flannel shirt, woolen skirt, thick stockings, favorite hiking shoes, and scarf, and had a rather large mug of hot chocolate with milk in her hand, when she heard a voice say "Hello, Tara, slept well?" "Dad?" she turned. "Man, you're looking exactly like your mother did when we first met, not the clothes; those are yours, she was always into formal dresses, by the way, but the overall looks." her father appraised. Tara was a bit creeped out. "Dad, you know I am gay, right?" she asked. "You're still my child, and that's how it's going to be forever, Tara." Mr. Maclay said to reassure his child. It was then that she realized that he was complementing her on her looks: he wouldn't have fallen in love with her mother if he didn't see her mom as beautiful., and that cheered her up. "Thanks Dad, if you don't mind, I'd like to sit in the cool of the early morning and just try to work through some of what's happened to me recently." "Not a problem at all." Mr. Maclay responded with a look of compassion to his suffering offspring.

She walked out and sat on the porch-swing, crossed her lower legs, started rocking in the chair, and sat in the cold morning air, trying to come to grips with what had happened to her recently. A fellow she remembered from some few years ago came by on a bicycle, and as the cold grey light of pre-dawn hours started to lift, she recognized him: a friend of hers from school days- elementary school days, named Matthew Hart. She even went so far as to consider him a potential boyfriend, and loved him as a friend; but love had betrayed her recently, and she didn't know if she could trust her heart's desires again. What had broken up their relationship was her need to get away from the abusive home life of her childhood and teen years, she had not heard from or seen him since, and wondered if he'd be angry with her for this. She did find the cold air quite pleasant to endure, and it was quite comfortable for the woman.

As Matthew approached, she saw he was wearing black jeans, a dark flannel shirt (looked like black plaid), and gloves, with hiking boots, his face had a neatly trimmed beard for a 20 something young man (he was about 22), as well as a distinguished mustache. "Tara?" he asked as he approached "Tara Maclay?" he said again, delighted. "What brings you here? Last I heard from you, you were leaving for a place in California, was it? I think you said it was called "Sunny Dale". Why are you back here? What happened?" "Got in a fight, needed time to sort things out." she responded, then spilled her story about what had happened, after, of course, making it very clear to Matthew that she felt that she should be the one to decide when to do what about what had happened. "and the worst part isn't that my girlfriend practically forced me, it's that she didn't even try to change her ways!" Tara said, upset to tears. 'If I wasn't gay, he'd be a marriage candidate!' she thought, trying to cheer herself up as the tears overtook her while he held her to his shoulder and she sobbed in anger and frustration over her horrible treatment. 'he really is quite charming.' the woman thought.

Mr. Maclay happened to look out the front window about then and saw his gay daughter in the arms of a young man, it at first upset him that anybody would embrace his child without his permission, but then, he realized she was crying again, and that the young man, Matthew Hart was comforting her., that made the 'medicine go down smoother' as he'd say. (not that his child was crying, but that somebody was comforting her.) 'She must really be upset for this to happen!' the eldest Maclay male thought to himself, then he was happier, because Matthew guided Tara back to the bench that she'd been seated on and, sitting next to her at her left, he placed an arm around her as a friend, and she quietly sipped her hot chocolate, and cheering up, watched the sunrise. Their conversation wandered from this topic to that, covering 'everything under the sun' as the saying goes… and it did make the young lesbian feel better to get her mind off of what had happened to her.

The Price of Redemption (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

vantiri — Wed, 03 Sep 2014 03:38:45 GMT

The Price to Redeem a Friend Sometimes.

By James Carmody.

Warning: Rape! DarkWillow/Buffy

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer series and characters are the property of Joss Whedon, and, until he decides to sell/give the franchise to somebody else; him alone, sometimes, a copyright owner licenses the right to sell stories to other people, he has done so for Others, not me (presumably because he’s never heard of me- no complaint- I am not going to object) I do this for fun and fun alone- NOT for money! I Won’t accept a Single Cent!

Inspiration/Premise: Remember when Willow’s a villainess and calls on a lot of magic to get the physical strength to beat her friends to death? Well, I was thinking that it’s really that she invited the First Evil into her body- some sort of Satanic deal (which Never ends well, by the way). And of course: with the common idea that The First is really the Devil in that series; that psychopathic spirit would incite other evil surprises in behavior.

Author’s Notes: Willow isn’t truly evil in this, but we’re meant to THINK that she is! Also, the author is Well Aware that Inclinations- which May- and often are perverse (like homosexuality), are merely Temptations- They Will NOT, of Themselves, Condemn someone to Perdition- it takes Deeds to do so- Actions! Even if one commits a horrible act, the doorway to Paradise remains open until you die.

In a nutshell, Willow is just hurting- a LOT, and she makes a Royally Dumb Deal!

Also, a tribute in concept: [text] means telepathic speaking, drawn in idea NOT from me, but from a fellow who’s penname for a while on Fanfiction.Net is/has been “The Raider”.- Good concept for these stories, Sir!- I mean the telepathic speech and how to represent it.

Author’s Perspectives of Characters and Why: Due to the opening scene in the episode “Triangle”, where Buffy is checking out a Convent, and it seems clearly a Catholic Convent- it looks like That’s her belief system. I perceive Willow to be a Messianic Jewess who’s fallen into misbehavior. Looks like Xander Harris and Rupert Giles are both Anglican right now. Willow and Xander have a sibling’s love of each other. Buffy genuinely perceives Willow as something of a twin sister. And the First Evil is basically a Mafioso Don in a LOT of ways! Which brings up Anya: her belief system is unknown, originally probably Christian (due to timeline), though possibly Norse Pagan also in possibly- she ‘joined a gang’ as it were (when she became a demon). Dawn: same upbringing as Elizabeth (Buffy) in beliefs- but, in some sense: owned by The First already- due to her little ‘soul-selling episode’ to get her Mom back from the dead.- Frightening!

Also: Buffy and Willow have a distinctly sisterly love of each other. Giles is perceived as a father by the group, too.

Chapter #1.)

“Make me a channel of your Grace…”

Chapter Notes: “Does a hero or heroine really need to win every battle in order to win the war, or campaign? Or is it possible to turn a Massively Catastrophic defeat into a victory that will alter one’s opponent?”- A presumable lesson for Miss Summers in her training… (probably from the Slayer’s Handbook Buffy received later on)

The catfight in the Magic Box was going Very badly for Buffy, but she took some delight in the fact that her friends- and Willow’s targets had escaped. She was already feeling several bruises, and had bounced off the walls several times! Her suddenly black-haired friend, or ex-friend now, it seems, had gained a tremendous amount of physical strength! Willow was usually a very strong young woman- but This was unnatural! She also felt exhausted and as if her lip had split from the beating her ex-best-friend had just given her! “I really don’t know how much longer I can go on.” Buffy thought or prayed, she pretty much had given up on Religion since her friends had ripped her from Heaven- and it seemed to her: that God had betrayed her back to this Semi-Perdition!

As Willow looked at the exhausted and beaten body of her former best friend- Elizabeth {Buffy} Anne Summers, she felt a weird urge- it Wasn’t love! Love between them was Platonic- Sisterly- this was simply an overwhelming desire to Dominate, to Control, to Assert Total Ownership over another’s body! However, Willow’s mind was partially interfered with: She didn’t see this desire as overtly demonic- partially due to the influence of the demonic strength she had invited into herself., she was just Angry! Somebody was going to Pay! Her Lover Was Dead! And this Woman had stopped her from paying back the Killers. It just wasn’t Fair! Willow’s thoughts on the topic were along this tack: “My friend’s Dead! Those MEN Killed her! Why should They get to live while She has to ROT in the Ground?! IT JUST ISN’T FAIR! Somebody has to Do Something!- then that Arrogant Idiot Buffy Summers says “We don’t kill humans. It just isn’t right, Willow.” Since when aren’t humans bound by the rule of Cause and Effect?! HUH, Buffy?!” Willow was breathing heavily in anger as her adrenaline surged through her body- she knew well what that meant, but right now she just didn’t care- she’d lost too Darn Much to dare care today! The love of her life was Dead! And this woman in front of her was protecting the killers- so, “I’ll just take it out on her.” Willow reasoned; after all, Buffy is so set on being the heroine, let her learn the Price for it! She’ll take the bullet for Jonathan and Andrew, She’ll suffer as they will- or maybe not… Willow was so caught up in the thrill of having dominated her ex-best-friend in a fight that she didn’t hear Anya’s chanting, didn’t even care.

Adrenaline, Willow knew, would increase her physical strength massively, but would interfere with her gentleness, what Tara would say is the Real key to power- not strength, but kindness! At the memory of those conversations, Willow felt like crying, but she was determined to avenge her dead girlfriend’s memory. Adrenaline also improves what might be called ‘battle focus’- the ‘fight or flight response’ as it’s often called, basically; her emigdela- her emotion-center of her brain, was on overdrive- but she was an avenger right now, determined to get justice for her murdered girlfriend- and if she cannot have her back- then the world can burn!!!

But with the demonic strength, came a demonic entity,,, and that’s where the Deadly situation for her truly set in! Unbeknownst to her; her ‘guest’ was actually The First Evil- Lucifer! The Devil Itself! And, before it was caught, it was going to have a little fun with these young females’ bodies! “All I need to do is blind her with anger, and she’ll remain my puppet- she cannot see what I mask from my slave-sister!” That evil spirit thought to itself. Then, as a telepathic suggestion [Doesn’t she look totally… sexy, Willow, my friend?] Willow was alarmed to hear this in her head, but she Was intrinsically honest, and wouldn’t lie about her feelings/views/thoughts/whatnot [Yes, yes she does., who are you, by the way?] the entity gave her an obscure name which she didn’t understand, but THOUGHT it was the name of an angel (she was Very close, but Way off in agenda!). [Take her body, you deserve it,,, you won the fight- she cannot stop you- she’s yours!] Then a thought popped into her head, and she questioned [What about Giles? Won’t he intervene? He regards us as his daughters.] the answer astonished her [I have sufficient power to stop him, Rupert Giles won’t get anywhere Near here for several hours Yet, you’ll have all night to play ‘house’ with Buffy Summers if you want- you can spend the night making her pay for rescuing those two Murdering Men if you want… I’ll see to it!] she thought the offer over for a bit... “Yeah, that sounds nice. I can snuggle with her for as long as I want.” Willow reasoned, then she made a truly dark deal [“Alright, I’ll do it, you’re on!”] Giles began to immediately have car troubles one right after another!

Anya had heard the fight stop, and something weird was clearly going on, some three minutes later, she snuck a peak out from behind the curtains she was hiding behind, and saw something that she both would Never forget, and astonished and horrified her immensely! Willow’s hair was black- not red, and Anya thought she saw a watery stain on her right shoulder- under some blonde hair- it LOOKED as though Willow had pinned Buffy against a wall- and was doing something to her! Then Miss Jenkins realized to her utter and complete horror that Willow was violating Buffy against the wall! If Anya Jenkins had been in her noncorporial state that she Could enter as a demon, she could have snuck around to Willow’s left and Buffy’s right to see what was happening more clearly- but we will as readers: Buffy’s back was to the back wall of the shop, Willow had so throughally beaten Buffy up that she wasn’t in any way fit to resist- due to the demonic strength, NOT POWER!, Willow had her victim pinned to the wall, and had her left hand thrust down Buffy’s pants! With her right hand, Willow was hugging Buffy to her. Willow was also licking and kissing Buffy’s throat on the right side, in a perverse intimacy! Buffy was clearly crying; but it wasn’t from either pain, or torment, or shame, either- surprisingly it was from utter sorrow at what was happening with her friend!- and to her friend’s character, and immortal soul!

Willow’s hair was down to just above shoulder length, and Buffy’s was in a semi-tight ponytail.

Part of the Satanic nature of the deal was that Willow would try to outlast Buffy in stamina while taking her body! After about three and a half hours of this forced molestation- in which Buffy was sobbing almost continuously, Willow picked Buffy up and laid her over Willow’s right shoulder with Buffy’s head to Will‘s back, and carried her into the weapons room- to take her some more! “This is a nightmare!” Anya thought, horrified “Where Are you, Giles? Oh, I hope Xander and the others, including Dawn, got away safely.” Anya petitioned the Heavens., but she continued her attempted ‘interference-soak-off’ thanks to her understanding more of the spiritual than Willow did right now.

Willow calmly took Buffy into the weapons room of their little ‘armory’- the Magic Box, and quite calmly, violated her former best friend in the same way for about another seventy-five minutes!- holding her throughout the entire time!

Then the lesbian witch carried her ‘friend’ over to a chair in about the middle of the room- which she was turning (quite rapidly) into a rape-room, and sat her down in it. Willow then straddled Buffy’s lap, and calmly resumed molesting her! During this bad touching; Willow got incredibly curious about her victim’s motives- the lesbian witch didn’t understand Why, she just assumed it was her own nerdy personality that the Summers women found so friendly. “Why not keep that asset?” Willow thought about her curiosity- and that’s how she’d just begun to consider it- an asset.

[Look me in the eyes, it’s so much more personal to have sexual contact this way- looking your partner in they’re eyes- just the way humans were meant to do it.] Willow really had not the slightest intention of making a mental or emotional connection with Buffy right now- she was really out to humiliate her former friend- that was all! To her utter astonishment- Buffy complied with looking her in the eyes and responded telepathically [this is not love- this is not consensual, this is rape, Willow.] Willow ignored her victim’s charge of rape, instead, attempting to assert dominance- she asked, with a degree of false tenderness [why are you crying?]. In-between her tears of sorrow, Buffy responded [I’m crying *sniff* because *sob* my best friend, who’s a Jewish Princess, has forfeited her right to her inheritance, her ‘card’ in her Maker’s service, and her right to Paradise- that’s why I am crying, Willow.] the violation continued for over 45 minutes, more like over an hour.

And on the highway, Giles seemed to find the roads changing of their own accord! “What the?! This is WEIRD! Occult-like- Weird! Something distinctly unnatural is clearly going on!” a trip that he SHOULD have been done with in 20 minutes had, already, taken him almost all night! “At this rate, my ‘troops’ will have to fight this one on their own.” Giles said with his temper rising- just like a father who’s worried about his children.- to himself.

Trying to reason Buffy out (for Willow’s an intellectual, and such a person is prone to activities of the mind) Willow asked her [So, it’s the moral betrayal, is that it?] on some level, Willow understood that if she comes across as a person doing this horrible act- it’ll be that much more traumatic- and that’s what the gay woman wanted right now! Buffy nodded, still quietly sobbing, to Willow’s telepathic question.

What Willow was really after was plundering and looting her best friend’s person, entirely- just like a slave-holder would a new slave; in order to get the most out of them.- this also meant accessing Buffy’s mind, and personality!

In following through, Willow asked her victim [Why do you consider me a Jewish Princess?] she was still seated on Buffy’s lap, straddling her, and touching her below the belt, and Buffy was too exhausted to truly resist her previous friend, so the molestation had never stopped. [You know of my own religious persuasion (Catholic), right?] Buffy began, then continued [You have made no secret that you’re a Jewess, and we both are taught to consider Yahweh as a Father- from our upbringings,,, and if God is a King, and we’re His daughters, then that makes us…] Buffy let Willow reach the rest of the reasoning.

So far as the First was concerned; it was satisfied for now- Willow had committed an act of lesbian rape- and that would be hard for her to make up for- especially to acknowledge… so, she’s essentially it’s slave, and besides- NO Way would it be caught, or ‘outflanked’ AGAIN!!!!!- it was also satisfied with it’s ‘play’ with those young women, so it left them for a time…

Some hours later, Rupert Alexander Gregory Giles walked into the Magic Box, feeling like a Commander who’s arrived Far too late to command a battle- and more than a little embarrassed! The first thing he noticed, after the wreckage and devastation, was that Willow and Xander were seated at a circular table, and he was to her left, with his right hand placed gently on her back, while she was writing a letter to somebody. With a grim smile of determination- Rupert Giles walked, swinging his arms at his sides to the back room of that little ‘community defense agency’ that they had, and considered his method of training his slayer. He figured he’d incorporate more historical scenarios- after all, Buffy was seeming to feel a little depressed due to her calling’s nature... And this Could help her to alleviate her sorrow over her inability to compete with her peers- from her calling.

When he arrived in the weapons room, he finally perceived her distraught situation- her pants top button was unbuttoned, and so the situation was simply disgusting! He could see her underpants- but just barely the top! Giles was UNBELIEVEABLY OFFENDED then, his student had been Raped! He knew the horror she’d been through when he saw the rest of her. (It wasn’t that he was a pervert, it was a simple ‘situational threat assessment’ that caused him to focus in on that sector of her body.) Her bruises were healing quite nicely- but she was clearly crying still, for he could clearly see tears dripping down her face, and her head was hung to about shoulder height. Also, her pants were clearly damp near the groin. Rage boiled within the man! But Giles was a teacher, first and foremost. He tried his best to get her decent, but Buffy was frightened, she was traumatized, in fact, she was very nearly Catatonic!

As he tried to help her out, she was pushing his hands away and sobbing “no, no”, but after about the eighth try, he managed to succeed in re-buttoning her pants, and helping the distraught young woman over to the bathroom to change. For almost the next hour, Buffy cried in the bathroom about what had happened to her. Finally, she managed to dry her eyes, and walk out, and talk to him. What he asked her for both surprised and reassured her: an ‘after action report’ as the military call them. She could take a while to do so, understandably, but he Was curious to learn how she had done it, and to enter it into the Diaries.

End Chapter Author’s Notes: The next chapter, possibly titled “After Action Report” will relate how Buffy turned around Dark Willow in this story- and some of Buffy’s views/thoughts on what was going on- turning her ‘back to the good side’ as it MIGHT be seen.

BtVS Journal of a Watcher.

vantiri — Thu, 24 Jul 2014 20:19:08 GMT

Journal of a Watcher

By Brian Mario Prescott-O’Hara

Buffy fanfic by James Carmody.

Disclaimer: The entire Buffy series is the property of Joss Whedon, not myself. I will not accept any monetary compensation for this piece until Mr. Whedon gives me written permission to do so, personally!- then and only then, with giving him appropriate royalties due to his copyright!

Author’s Notes: Nina Jane Prescott-O’Hara and Abigail Marie Prescott-O’Hara are the characters made up by a certain Ashley, whom I have been playing a role-playing game with online, and who gave me permission to include them in a fanfic recently. Thanks, Ashley! I hope you enjoy this piece! This is designed to be a family fiction piece. Also, I would like to thank my Dad for his input on the attitudes of a father in this piece, as well as a Vietnam Era Veteran’s perspectives, as those are some of the roles of Mr. Prescott-O’Hara, as well as a Catholic HomeSchooler’s POV., Thanks Dad! This is sort-of a self-insertion, by the way.

Brian is Kennedy’s adopted father and first Watcher, Nina is 2 years younger than Kennedy and her sister, Abigail is the gals’ Mom by blood… this is sort-of an attempt to understand some of the problems Brian would have, and some of his delights in raising Kennedy as his child… Joseph Bishop was the girls’ biological father and Brian’s best friend in the War, the two made a pact to make sure that Mr. Bishop’s family was taken care of in the event of his death- and Brian fell in love with Mr. Bishop’s widow, eventually marrying her; thereby becoming the girls’ dad by adoption and marriage.

Characters: Kennedy Prescott-O’Hara, OC, OC, OC, et cetera.

Pairing: Only true pairing is Brian/Abigail, but due to Kennedy’s problematic orientation (clearly a cross), she tends to date girls (a misbehavior)- her orientation compass is backwards: most likely a result of original sin in her case, and a cross for her family, so her girlfriend of the time will show up once or twice.

Tags: sisters catfight, misbehavior, parental correction, counseling of a sort, sibling love and loyalty.

Warnings: pretty much aside from fighting, both against monsters to protect Nina by Kennedy, pretty much none, but there will be at least one fight between Kennedy and Nina- as sometimes happens between siblings- shouldn’t ever- but does sometimes.

Chapter #1.): My elder daughter’s Cruciamentium.

Date of entry: October 2^nd 2001.

Today is a day of celebration and delight for my entire nuclear family, for my: older foster daughter, student, slayer (or ‘monster fighter’ as it were), charge, and prospective warrior-woman (something she takes great delight in considering herself since I told her about it.), and, despite her sexual orientation- which is her cross; someone I consider a masterpiece of training,… had a ‘little surprise’ today: her cruciamentium. A cruciamentium is a sort-of ‘coming of age ritual’ for girls like her, and she passed this field test with flying colors!

When we had paid for our tickets, I and Abigail informed our daughters that we’d meet in the food court of the faire, and they could enjoy themselves for a while, but to be there by 12:00 noon for lunch. Abigail went off to look around, and possibly shop. I know you’d find it odd that I am so relaxed about my wife’s whereabouts, but the truth is that I trust her implicitly. I, meanwhile went off to meet with somebody and set in motion the test for my elder daughter- Kennedy.

I must admit a certain apprehension to loosing a vampire in a faire like this, but I have absolute trust in the skills I imbued Kennedy with as her Watcher since she was about 4! Likewise I knew she wouldn’t let any bystanders come to harm, especially Nina!

When the monster was released, Kennedy was demonstrating her marksmanship with the crossbow, in bulls-eye after bulls-eye, and loving it! Soon as she saw the vampire, she put a bolt through it’s heart with a single shot! Of course, she had to hand in the weapon ASAP, literally as soon as the shot went off! My child was a little upset to have that happen, she seemed to feel as if she was being punished. Her words were: “But Dad, What about the monster?”… I guarantee, those were her exact words!

Now, there was some trouble, but the hazard of the monster stopped her from any real consequences; as a lot of people were saying “what was that?” and “what happened to his face?”, and “he looked like some kind of inhuman monster!”, and well, all those witnesses made it impossible for them to discipline her for aiming her crossbow where she had! She really had quite a crowd watching her shoot, it was incredible!

Well after some time at the faire (which we’d be coming back to, with all the pressure from the girls, who simply love the middle ages period), I took the entire little family to Wendy’s for an early supper. By the way, on the trip over, I suspect something was harassing Kennedy, she was quietly dancing to her music; it seemed to be Billy Joel’s Stormfront album, and well… she suddenly blurted out the word “Yuck”,. I’ll need to talk to her about that when we get home from this trip.

We had driven from our home in the Hamptons, after Mass, and Kennedy stopped to talk to the Priest about his sermon on Saint Joan of Arc, somebody she always admired, for personal reasons, to the ferry between Long Island to Connecticut, driven our van up through New Haven, past the Knights of Columbus Museum, to the Connecticut Renaissance Faire.

Anyways, at Wendy’s, Kennedy and I sat across from one another and Nina and Abigail sat at another table… the place was short on four-person-tables.

Kennedy was absolutely bonkers with delight! Throughout the entire dinner, she just couldn’t stop talking about her stopping that monster from hurting her neighbors- especially Nina! I’ll remember till my dying day her happy face as she stirred her fruit and yogurt parfait, and had her chicken salad.

“That monster never had a chance!” she was saying “It was just ‘Hiya!’ Fwoosh! Boom! Poof!” Kennedy said laughing. She could have gotten herself in tremendous trouble with the workers there, but the fact that a monster was on the loose really saved her from trouble in the faire with the staff workers.

We kept on going back several days in a row.

What a total difference and complete improvement has taken place over the previous two years!, I am very happy to say.

Two years ago, or thereabouts:

Abigail and I had left on a date, and last we had seen, our girls, our beautiful girls were playing a Star Trek video-game on the family PS2, happily moving around the screen with their joysticks., well, when we got home, it looked as if a demon had entered the room and made itself at home: our daughters were in a tremendous fight! As I opened inserted the key into the lock and turned first the key, then the lock, I heard Nina yelling “Get OFF!” and Kennedy then, more calmly, responded “Nina, you had your chance, you know the price for calling me that name, you still did so, this is the result, so take it!” Then Nina screamed “You’re hurting me, Kenn, let me GO! OW! I’m telling!” at that moment, the door opened, and I and Abigail burst into the room, saw what our children were doing to one another, and our moods immediately shifted from happy to berserk!- Kennedy was sitting on Nina and both girls were struggling against each other, with Kennedy holding Nina by the wrists, and seated on her little sis’s lap, she was also facing away from her, with her back facing her sister- clearly fighting!

Abigail was usually in complete control of her mouth, but she just barely stopped herself from uttering an expletive that would have frozen anybody’s blood! “What the?! What in the world is happening here?! Get off her, Kennedy, NOW!!! Get off your sister and go immediately to your room!” I didn’t wait at all! I promptly grabbed Kennedy by her right arm, hauled her off Nina’s lap, and practically dragged her to her room, saying to my wife “You deal with Nina, I’ll deal with Kennedy!”. Nina had tried to hit Kennedy when she was hauled off of her, and it looked as if the girls would start fighting again! But Kennedy dodged the strike, and before she could hit back, I hauled her off to her room. My elder daughter was in her pajamas, her ‘sleep-shorts’ as she liked to call them, in fact, both girls were in their pajamas. When we got to her room, I practically threw her into her room, and onto her bed, then I started to interrogate her. “Kennedy, what was that about?” I demanded. I could hear my spouse trying to calm Nina down, she was crying and Abigail was talking to her. “Talk to Nina… she’s the one who did it!” “Oh, we’ll get to the bottom of this- of that I can assure you!” I was nodding in anger, but agreement about that “Now’s your chance to tell your story, so., talk to me.” I responded, then I saw that she really didn’t understand, and she, being a tomboy, loved military history (especially the feudal periods of it)… as did Nina love the Middle Ages, in fact. “Kennedy, this is essentially a form of a ‘court marital’ about your fight with your little sister, so- What happened?”

It turned out that the girls had been playing a videogame peaceably for about 1and 3/4 hours, then Kennedy had received a phone call from her girlfriend, a certain Amber Macintyre. I didn’t believe it would be sensible to prevent my child from dealing with her temptations; she would have to face them in the real world sooner or later, so- she might as well be completely prepared in advance., and as her Dad, it’s my responsibility to oversee her preparations ASAP. I absolutely don’t approve of her dating girls, but this is her cross, her temptation, her evil desire; and one she’ll have to deal with! The phone call had gone on fine, she performed herself admirably, but, according to Kennedy, Nina had then lost it, and had called her sister a ‘dyke’, hence the fight. The reason soon became clear: Nina didn’t want Kennedy to go down that road- and it seemed to her that Kennedy had completely taken the wrong route about it, and in response to it! She had also been sitting on her sister for about 40 min.

“Nina shouldn’t have called me that.” Kennedy was saying, bitterly. “Kennedy, Nina took the wrong approach to the situation by calling you a name, but she has a point- dating is inter-gender, not intra-gender.” “Dad, I love Amber, similar to the way you love Mom. And anyways, isn’t love the basis of our religious beliefs?” Kennedy asked, clearly confused. I gestured to a spot on the bed “mind if I sit down?” I asked. She made it clear she didn’t have any objections. “You know what I think?” I asked her “I think you are mixing up love with lust.” now Kennedy was starting to get upset “Hold on a bit…” I explained to my 16 year old elder child, my ‘quincenera’ as they say in Hispanic countries. “Love is camaraderie, it’s the desire, more than anything, to defend someone from evils, it’s not the desire to commit the ‘marital act’ with somebody! In your mystery novels” I continued, drawing on her tastes in literature that are modest “The thing I would approve of them is the dealings are usually modest.” “You and Mom make out.” she stated, disappointed. ‘Now we get to the root of the problem, she feels left out of love.’ I thought “Marital love is specific, I love you, your sister, and your Mom,… hey, Joseph Bishop, your biological Dad and I were best buddies, and we had that kind of love for each other- but we’d absolutely never lay together! That, my child, is why I agreed to look after his family should something happen to him; because I care about his family!” Kennedy had never been comfortable with my situation as her ‘adopted dad’, no matter what happened, what I did or tried to do, she could never bring herself to trust me- quite., it seemed to me as if she always felt like I was an adulterer by taking her mom, even though her mom was a widow… almost like I engineered her dad’s death- blatantly false, but it just couldn’t be escaped.

“Kenn, the way you love Nina is proper, the way you love Amber must mirror the way you love Nina to be proper, otherwise: The First Evil will find it’s way into your life.” “I have heard you speak of it before, who or what is it?” She asked. “I believe it’s the same psychopathic spirit who corrupted Adam and Eve, all those, I am going with millions of years ago- and thereby messed up humanity so badly!” Kennedy gasped in horror “the Devil.” she said. ‘I’ll have to train her more intensely to deal with it’s tactics, or all her physical training will be for naught!’ I thought.

The next field I introduced to her was in regards to the book of Tobit in the Old Testament, and how the Prince of Darkness has quite a bit of power over those who base their relationships on lust; but it is the kind of lust that disrespects the other person’s better good.

“Love is hallmarked by the drive to sacrifice to make the other person first safe then happy, whereas lust is about physical sexual pleasure. Does this help you see the difference?” I asked. She nodded, “I think so, Pop, but it still hurts,,, in here.” she pointed to her heart. Now I began to look at her with sympathy. “Do you believe I did wrong?” she asked. “In this case, the wrong you did was fighting with your little sister, not in reference to the call, that you seem to have done fine in regards to your temptation set.” was my response.

One of the things I explained to her was the horror of the behavior of Sodom and Gomorrah, and I could tell from the set of her jaw and the look in her eyes that she did NOT like what it implied, so I explained “What they were doing was gang-rape, child. Listen; your orientation is merely a temptation, and like any other temptation, it’s not sinful unless you agree to it!” “Like an e-mail offer?” she asked “Exactly, but from organized crime.” I responded, then continued “And once you agree, you’re in their debt, hence, you’re their slave!” I could tell this alarmed and frightened her. “Good, you should be frightened; beings like that are evil, and will abuse you!” I said, in order to teach her right from wrong.

“I’ll agree that rape is evil, and should never be done, but how is love evil?” she asked, still confused. I messed with her hair in a playful way, to calm her, and it seemed to work, then explained “Love comes in many different forms… do you know what the meaning of a weed is?” I asked her to explain. When she shook her head ‘no’ I clarified “A weed is simply a plant where it doesn’t belong, so… a tomato plant in a watermelon patch is usually a weed- unless you’re weird that way.,.,.,” I explained joking a bit, and she cracked up at the thought. “If I loved pizza the way I love your mom, I’d have some sort of a mental deficiency, wouldn’t I?” “I guess so, Dad.” “Or even worse: If I loved my wife the way I love pizza…” “Que ASCO!” (Spanish for ‘yuck’) Kennedy burst out, clearly disgusted, and starting to stand. “that’s my point, Kiddo.” I said, chuckling.

Then later on, at the dinner table, I explained to Nina about ‘tactics’ in fighting against immorality “Yes, Nina, your sister should not be dating girls… but as near as I can tell, some how some wires in her head got crossed., not her fault, but probably due to a rather brutal ‘biological weapon’ known as Original Sin, in her case, it ‘inverted’ her sexual/romantic attractions. In some people, it can induce paranoia, in others; psychopathy, still others: sociopathy.” “Humanity got messed up at the Garden of Eden, children.” Abigail said. “Other people have a propensity for addictions, still others get extremely stupid- no offense intended to those afflicted with that problem for them.” I explained “No sense hiding the truth from our children, my wife.” I said. Her response was “They’ll have to learn it sooner or later, better it be from us than somebody we cannot trust.” “So, my ‘problem’, as you’re saying, is that somehow or another, I got a ‘computer glitch’ in my sexual orientation…” Kennedy surmised. “You’re afflicted with that problem, but you can still overcome or simply control it- for the safety of your neighbors.” was my response. “By the way, it’s not your fault that you have that problem, Kennedy, but what you do with it is a measure of the woman you are, or will be.” I said to encourage her to behave herself.

At the restaurant in Connecticut in Oct. of 2001:

After my little family and I had finished our meal, Abigail and I got quite a pleasant surprise: Nina walked up to Kennedy and hugged her, thanking her for saving them from the monster. Both Kennedy and Nina publicly professed that they would fight off anybody who picked on the other. ‘I could use this to help my girl understand the kind of love she is called to!’ were my thoughts on this matter. We were staying at a hotel near the Renaissance Faire because of the family’s delight in that period of history, and the place it was taking place, as well as this family’s wealth could afford it.

At the hotel, Kennedy was staying in her own room, Nina in hers, but the rooms adjoined, and my wife and I were staying in our own room. Taking my 18yr old daughter- Kennedy to the side, I asked her “Could we talk about what happened in the car a bit?” “Oh, that.” she responded, remembering her bizarre outburst… “WEIRD thought” she said, her eyebrows going up to her bangs for emphasis, which are about half way up her forehead at this time “and please promise me not to freak out.” she said, and I nodded, more curious about what happened than I would be angry at my child “but, in my mind, I was kissing Amber, then all of a sudden, Amber morphed into Nina. It was that my girlfriend became my sister, so: incest equals yuck!” she said with a weird grin, concerned I might not believe or might relegate her to sub-human. “Kennedy, my child, considering somebody a subhuman is not merely a horrible corruption of understanding the faith; our Catholic faith, but it’s also blatantly scientifically illogical: it would require your species to change, something no creature is capable of doing, and God will not do! He made you to be human, Kenn, nobody has a license to act on their temptations; we’re both attracted to females, for instance, but that’s just a desire, and one that has to be controlled.” I said, believing that my child understood I meant the desire, not one’s neighbors!

“Dad, do you think I am bad?” she asked me out of the blue sometime later. “No more than anybody else alive, Kenn. What’s this about?” now I began to realize she’s terrified of something. “My little girl, you’re only bad if you Choose to be bad.” I tried to explain… “And you’d choose to be bad by Doing bad things, or intending to do bad things.” I tried to explain. ‘I’ll get to the facts about the Church and science later on, but it’s far more harmonious than what’s let on in the world.’ I planned.

Maybe two moths later, in our family home:

Abigail and I had gone shopping for food, and left our children to do their schoolwork; as they were being home-schooled. Much to our surprise, we found the school books all over the table, work was done, however, and we heard laughter coming from my study! When I entered, I found my daughters had gotten into my Watchers Journal and were reading it! “Dad, where were you? You missed a year!” Nina said, slightly cracking up “Huh? What? What?” was all I could think of to say. “Dad, Quincenera is 15, not 16!” Kennedy said smiling in a laughing manner. “Woops!” was my response “I goofed., can’t really be expected to keep in mind all cultural celebrations.” I said “But I am aware that that celebration is very important in Hispanic ethnicity, sorry about that.” the girls looked at each other, smiling, and responded simultaneously “Literary goof up, anyways, the celebration did occur on time, remember?” “That it did, my children, that it did.” I said.

Author’s Notes: There’s no way in existence that Brian would ever sever his ties with his daughter, Kennedy! He’s her father now, and that’s that! But the message is some of the problems a family can have with a gay child, and obligations to dealing with such a cross that cannot be rejected- a child with an orientation problem can be a cross for a family, but IS still, and forever, the couple’s child, and Kennedy here is a troubled young woman!

Simply put: Justice is Justice, regardless of who you are!- and it relates to All people.

Chapter 2.) Kennedy's explosive temper.

Author's Notes Chapter 2: Chapter rating is probably "high teen" at most accurate, I am not really certain what level of intensity is what age level. Again, sorry about that detail, I would correct that if I could, but for now I seem to have to suffer with this uncertainty.

I was up at about 5:15am some few days later in our home, when I heard the sounds of a workout going on in the family gym in the basement, several kiais were clearly heard. As I snuck down to the basement, I could see Kennedy in her workout cloths; what looked like a tight tank-top (but modest) t-shirt, gym pants, sneakers, et cetera. Her black hair was in a ponytail, tied with what looked like a rubber band, and she was really wailing on the punching bag in the family gym. I sipped my beverage- a hot chocolate- for the caffeine, mainly, plus I like the taste early in the morning, or late in the day… I find that it relaxes me, and helps me think calmly- maybe not the wisest idea., I really don't know.

As her workout continued, I began to detect that this was beyond her usual workout methods, sure she was working up a healthy sweat- something I am proud of her for- she was just keeping at it long after it was necessary for her health. "That's not a vampire, you know…" I said in a teasing tone, and returned to my sipping of my drink. "I may need to replace that thing soon, with the way she's going at it." I realized with a thought; sure enough, one final "Hyah" of hers, and the punching bag didn't detach from the ceiling, it simply disintegrated! Basically, the entire bag ruptured, and the innards went all over the floor, escaping from the bag itself! I burst out laughing! My child had demolished the darn thing- Completely! "She's upset." I realized.

Sure enough, I was correct… she looked right at me, flapped her arms against her sides, and said "Who messed me up?" I was seated on the stairs at the time. Then I realized she was mad. "This'll take some explaining to do…" I said, then got a funny smile on my face. For some moments, we just looked at eachother; her - flabbergasted over something, myself- amused. Then she practically shouted "What?", a little annoyed. "I was just remembering a pre-teen girl at age twelve with a striking resemblance to you interested in joining girl scouts."

Roughly six years before; about 1995.

I walked into Kennedy's room to talk to her, and found her wearing a blue and red checkerboard shirt-blouse, and long blue jeans, seated on her bed, her black hair bound in a pony-tail, and the twelve-year-old girl was reading a girl-scouts recruiting magazine with profound interest. It was pretty clear she wanted to join, clear to me at that moment. The main problem I saw was her orientation, and the kind of temptations it can lead to in her heart. Her legs were crossed, left over right, she just looked so content and pretty in that appearance. I just had to take delight in paternal love for her: taking delight in her development, caring for her in all matters (especially education and character), I especially delighted in her modesty in this situation, but as a man should to a girl; a protector, a father or brother, something like that, or a teacher (all good examples).

"My child, this will be a tremendous fight for you at times,,, of course, I'll support you in your interest in going into scouting, but the same rules apply to you as to any other person- platonic interaction only! You must maintain absolute alertness over your flesh; you'll have to see your 'troopmates' as you see Nina- as your 'sisters', NOT as potential dates… am I clear? I do not threaten you, you must understand- by trying to make-out with the other girls, you can get yourself in Tremendous trouble- even criminal charges!" This scared her, she didn't want to wind up in prison, but she knew well what charges I meant: attempted rape! I don't like scare tactics, but this is wise to let her know what the results of her actions are in advance, so she'll mind the consequences of her deeds- and thereby avoid the booby-traps of the Evil One in her case. She was then asked if she still thought she could do whatever is necessary to join and to remain pure; more for the sake of these new 'sorority sisters' she would be inheriting than for anything else "I think so, Dad." she said.

"If you have to, stay away from them,,, I know it's hard for a young female, but you'll have to risk being mocked sometimes, for it's better to keep one's mouth shut and be thought a fool than to open one's mouth and prove oneself one." "Ben Franklin, right, Dad?" she asked. "You know your history well, kiddo." was my response.

"And speaking of history…" I began "the likely sector you'll have to mind is what might be called 'Indian affairs'- your flesh. I'll try my best to see to it that you're able to have a private tent in campouts, for modesty's sake." "Dad, you implied that this 'computer glitch' that I have is from the Devil, now you say it's from the flesh, the two are quite different, we studied this in Catechism class, in Church School, now, as my Watcher, which one is it?" she practically demanded, worried, and had every right to demand accurate information on her situation- for her souls sake, so I'm more that happy to acquiesce to her request. "That's why I referred to 'Indian affairs' child, I believe your flesh is a 'cultural weakness', and so, the Evil One, like a tyrant in the manner of Stalin, would have it's agents- in this case: temptation, infiltrate your flesh, in the mind, to corrupt and twist you into it's agent in the real world" I could see my statement of truth hurt her, women and girls do NOT like to be thought of as weak, or flawed, so I'd have to explain "the weakness I spoke of is similar to a city being prone to rebellion- out of all humanity; only 2 humans didn't have a natural inclination to sin- to rebel against the moral order- the moral law… and these lived about 2000 years ago. The Devil- Lucifer, very rarely takes the front, it likes to fight wars by proxy- using minions to fight wars- it tried open warfare, the result was disastrous for it's cause." I was explaining. "The benefits of 'warfare by proxy', utilizing minor nations that will easily be overrun are multifold for a foreign invader, at least some of them are: 1.) it can drain the manpower of the target nation and distract them from the real target- or threat, 2.) the propensity for a hatred-based genocide of a weaker nation is much greater- especially if it's based upon greed, and that basically retards the development progress of the more powerful nation, 3.) the 'after effects', nobody wants to be known as a murderer- that does some kind of psychological damage that is not easily remedied, and that will damage the victorious nation's self-image, possibly to the point of not making it's subjects want to defend their country any more- just think of how the left of today has taken advantage of the destruction of the American Indian Nations- their conquest… true, the 'trail of tears' is a dark deed of the United States, and seems to have been motivated by a form of both paranoia and greed."

As I talked to her, it dawned upon her what I mean; a combination temptation.

After some discussion, it was clear to both of us what was needed for my child to join Girl scouts, and the reality that she wanted to do so, so I promised to help her, but she'd have to control herself absolutely. I thought that would be a perfect practice for her to maintain modesty in her heart (something vital for Catholics- if they want to see God in the after-life, something I wanted for her and her sister immensely), she'd have to remain pure in her heart- and this meant she'd have to actually seek purity in her life. I told her so, and her response was predictable "Dad, is it possible for a lesbian to be pure in her heart?" she questioned, with a degree of desire to do so- she could clearly see it as desirable to be modest. "As possible as for anyone else- it's lust that threatens purity, not orientation, my daughter. So fight it, and don't regard your orientation as any kind of condemnation." I explained to her with kindness in my voice.

She hugged me "Thanks, Dad, you have really made my day!" she exclaimed, extremely happy to be able to partake in these outdoor activities.

Our Home about November of 2001:

She looked at me quizzically, and I just patted the step next to myself on the stairs, as if to say 'sit down here' with my left hand. We'd have to clean up the floor, I knew, but that could be done at a slightly later time, right now my child needed my help and assistance with her internal troubles related to her orientation and feelings. As I held my large mug of hot cocoa in my hands and thought, occasionally licking my lips, she folded her hands in her lap. The pause lasted for roughly five to eight minutes before I started talking to her about what had happened, but she started first "Dad, sorry about the punching bag." "It's expected, judging from your strength and skills demonstrated thus far, that the thing would break, I just never conceived of it disintegrating under a pummeling like the one you just gave it!" I exclaimed, shocked, and kind of cracking up. "You must have been furious, do you want to talk about it?" I asked her.

She then looked at me as if I was daft; as if to say "Of course I want to talk about it!" in response to my suggestion. "I think the being who messed you up is called "the serpent in the garden", and I'd advise you not to go looking for him." I said, and from her facial expression, I could tell that this upset her big time! She doesn't like to let anything wrong go un-avenged if it is an attack on either her or one of her friends or loved ones! That little rule I learned about her from when she was a very little girl too. "Oh, it will self-destruct in the system of rule, of that I can assure you! Just look at the USSR in recent history: it was a profoundly economically unstable nation, and to be a successful warrior, you have to mind all details of warfare and combat- a good training for this activity is wargames, in fact, Kennedy." I told her; appealing to her propensity for intelligent ideas. Of this she comprehended the concept almost immediately.

"Do you remember how much fun you had with campouts in Girl Scouts?" I asked her, and my little tomboy's face lit up immediately, she had loved those activities!

"Well, if our world broke down; that'd be everyday life, not a vacation, so I would emphasize learning those skills." I told her. She was still upset about what had happened a bit earlier, and how she had been feeling abused by structure, or something like that.

Right about then, her stomach grumbled rather loudly, and she said "Hoop! BLT time! Preferably with Mayo." and headed up the stairs. As she headed up, I found myself starting to gaze at her in a weird way, thinking "She sure is getting attractive." then I shook myself into my senses, and rebuked myself as she strode up the stairs in her shorts, trying to get up and get herself a lunch. My rebuke went something like this "Get ahold of yourself- Brian! She's your Daughter! OF COURSE you should be appreciative of her accomplishments, besides the biological fact that She's your Child, you're Married!" and I proceeded to berate myself, in a effort to pound down the rebellion that had cropped up in my head and heart with every single weapon at my disposal- it literally was an obliteration offensive, as I had no intention of any remnants surviving in any state that could continue that Perverse and Adulterous thought-train! I absolutely hated that thought-trajectory!

At the same time, I was upset with myself for the fact that my thoughts got along that track of ideas; but if I had any sense, I knew that I should read it as a Temptation, and NOT as a sin, as the tirade I launched against that idea should have demolished any consent for it in my heart! I was scared, to say the least, but knew that nothing has come of that idea at all!

All in all, as I sat reminiscing over what had occurred, I knew that I should be satisfied, and aware that the Evil One had tried to mess me up and had failed in his larger goal, but the reality that that idea had entered my head still frightened me immensely, so I sent as many divisions of my own defenses as I had available to re-enforce my presence in my control of the flesh that I had established so long ago- and that I valued so darn much. Honestly: I was absolutely terrified!

"What's up with you?" I berated myself, knowing that I know better than to think that about my own child "She's most appropriately dressed for this activity that she was taking part in- How Could You?!" I was still upset over having thought that about my little girl! Honestly: no amount of emotional running-down is even close to adequate for even having such thoughts! That's my attitude, unequivocally and forever!

As soon as I got to my journal, I proceeded to write the following information down in it:

To my children:

To be perfectly honest- no amount of self-abasement is even close to adequate as a self-punishment for even having ideas of the flesh in yourselves, but remember: Don't EVER Torture yourself! Mutilations are a NO-NO! Never-Ever do them! Remember: Your body is a Divine Temple- Don't Desecrate it- Ever!

I wrote that as a warning, not knowing how long I have to protect and teach these young ladies about right and wrong.

Right about then, Nina and Kennedy started to do their schoolwork, and to help eachother out with it; they had worked out a mutual 'grading and tutoring' system between them, as many young sisters will do with eachother- each helping the other out with understanding her assignments. While I envied and valued their love for eachother, and mutual support, I didn't approve of them doing this kind of helping of eachother- as it was too close to cheating the other person out of their lessons. However, so long as their 'surprise quizzes' were passed, I decided not to care really about that, for these young girls would learn their lessons soon enough and well enough.

As I watched my teen daughters go about their day's assignments: I elected to go over my own situation, just to make certain that it wouldn't happen again! And as far as I could discern, it was just a sudden temptation- supposedly from the Evil One, but I was still profoundly upset with myself for getting attacked in this way! As well as being scared too! Very Scared!- of what would happen to Me, and my soul! However, I had correctly figured out that that evil desire could only have been a letter from the First Evil- the Devil itself, but Man was it still upsetting.

It can take a lot to upset me: I had fought in Vietnam during the war, but This idea was Way too close to home for my tastes, and set me into a protective sort of 'berserk mode' or 'protective rage'- kind of like Smaug in The Hobbit when he figures out that he's been robbed!

My little girls, however, figured out that I was upset by my mannerisms of behavior, the way my body kept on twitching continuously in weird ways, and it made them rather nervous too.

Author's Notes: End Chapter 2: In this one, the main message is that Purity is good, whereas evil desires are usually from the venue of the Flesh, but Commanded by the Evil One.

This is also designed as a fun family-based storyline, and the most fun I had in thinking up this chapter was having Kennedy want to join Girl Scouts at about age twelve.

The message in that one part (where Kennedy is trying to join Girl Scouts) is that she's GOT to be pure, and see her troop-members as her Sisters, NOT as 'potential lovers', although loving them is Going to be an asset for the young girl.

Every fanfiction story of mine has a moral in it; and many chapters in my stories do too.

This element will lead to the next chapter, and there probably will be one.

Star Trek/Buffy crossover

vantiri — Sat, 03 May 2014 14:39:26 GMT

Making of a Monster.

Star Trek/Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover

By: James Carmody.

Premise: What if Buffy Anne Summers was forced to be Khan Noonian Singh’s biological mother by means of partial in-vitro-fertilization, I mean that one of her eggs was forcibly extracted and Kahn was made from her egg and some fellow’s sperm, then implanted in some woman who volunteers for it.

Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of Gene Roddenbery, and his successors, Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon, and after him, whoever he decides to give it to, or sell, his preference. I will accept no money for this story, it’s just for fun (for me and others). Enjoy!

Characters: Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg, (young) Khan Noonian Singh, OMC, OFC, various minor characters. Also: Kennedy, Satsu, Xander, The First Evil, William Pratt (Spike), Faith Lehane, Angel, Andrew Wells, Amy Madison, Rupert Giles.

Pairings: None, initially, then Amy/Buffy for a while.

Author’s Notes: What the man who creates Khan does is truly HORRIBLE, and should Never be done, yet, Khan, for all the evil he’s known for amongst Trekkies (among which is myself), he is innocent of how he was created, and should- and Must, be given a chance to choose between right and wrong; the true evildoer is his ‘father’… Some ‘father’! Khan is his science project! Khan is known as the ultimate tyrant in Star Trek., so, Space Seed is kind-of like meeting Stalin for a modern or future Russian and not knowing WHO you just met!

This story can, and should, be seen as a criticism of ‘alternative methods of reproduction’ in some sense, it is such a criticism. Disagree or Agree, feel free to contact me about it!

Timing: takes place around Buffy Season 8 or later, I know, the timeline is a bit of a stretch, since Khan was ruling India and a quarter of Earth in the mid 1990s, just go with it- Please?

Chapter #1.) Setting the Trap!

Dr. Heinrich Oglivy had his ‘feelers’ out and in action, looking for just the right ‘specimen’ for his eugenics experiment, he needed a ‘superior woman’ to provide the material for his ‘offspring’, the very being that would become Khan Noonian Singh. Dr. Oglivy was living in a settlement in India, known as, I think Bangalore, and had elected upon utilizing the HST threat to lure a certain type of woman to his little trap. In order to perform this heinous deed, he had deliberately settled a demon tribe in a suburb of Bangalore that was depopulated due to some kind of ‘chemical leak’. The inhabitants had all moved out; it was perfect! They had rushed out in a hurry too, it was beyond perfection, actually! All he had to do was wait for some of these ‘slayers’ to show up and his ‘feelers’ would tell him who was the most formidable, then they would follow these women back to their barracks, and he’d kidnap the best of these warriors for his ‘superhuman project’!

Within a few months, rumors began to spread of ‘monsters’ in India, and sure enough, it attracted the attention of the survivors of the destruction of the Sunnydale Hellmouth! Sure enough, news did reach the headquarters of that little ‘secret army’, made up of cells, and the ‘command cell’ became very aware of it. Satsu was determined to stamp out this threat to this neighbor of her home country “A demon community is a direct threat to all neighbor countries in it’s corner of the globe, Buffy-Chan!” Satsu told her friend. Buffy’s decision was simple, but sealed her fate in this operation “Alright, we’ll go deal with it.” she nodded, little did she know, the ‘demon community’ wasn’t the real threat; the real threat was a human who had settled them there, and was using them to lure her into the trap! “Just so you know, Satsu, this is a work operation, we’re friends here on this, but I am your boss… Satsu, loving your ‘daimyo’ is it? IS the proper deed, but in this case, it’s work-mentality, not anything else!” Buffy tried to explain to Satsu her feelings and views on the relationship her ‘Samurai’ wanted- or so she thought.

As the victims approached the gate of the trap, Dr. Heinrich Oglivy’s agents monitored their progress ‘Just as the submarines of the World Wars would monitor a convoy moving across the ocean, before initiating an attack… this system will give me up-to-the-minute Intel on where and when they are and are going to be can thereby be extrapolated to pin-point accuracy!’ Dr. Oglivy was very pleased indeed. His little ‘deal’ with the First Evil had brought in bundles of progress, of course, selling his soul to the Devil had it’s profound drawbacks; such as rendering him extremely vulnerable to possession, but for a sample of such perfect genetic material: it was well worth it! And, he retained a large amount of freedom for such a person, or so he thought- in reality, the First Evil was just buying him off!

In Perdition, the original villain reviewed the terms of the contract it had recently signed with a certain Dr. Heinrich Oglivy, sure, it had to provide cheep labor and cannon fodder for the operation he was planning, but it was worth it to ensnare Buffy Summers, ‘Whom I hate, probably more than any other human alive today!’ it thought with grim, delighted, satisfaction. ‘If I cannot have her as my servant, I’ll have her offspring by force, later on!’ the Devil reasoned. ‘In addition, getting Dr. Oglivy as a willing sorcerer is satisfying, even though my power in him isn’t that well invested, it’s enough to dominate Hell still, and establish a base on Earth too; maybe even it’ll help me destroy the Church too!, but that’s probably my pride getting the better of me prematurely.’ the Evil One thought hopefully.

The ‘feelers’ were human agents, used to monitor just about anything, and part of a world-wide network of operatives who worked for a mysterious fellow who went by the alias “The Hand of Fate”, that was Dr. Oglivy’s alias for his work in eugenics… he was going to deliberately sacrifice a collection of HSTs to accomplish his goals.

The “Fight” if you could call it that took almost no time at all, the small community of warriors descended upon the village of demons and wiped it out- they came in from all sides, mixed it up with their enemies, and simply slaughtered them! But as Spike tore apart the last of the demons, they were completely oblivious to the new threat lurking off in the forest behind them! One of the Feelers was videotaping them for “The Hand of Fate”, as he knew him.

As they stood above the broken bodies of their adversaries, Faith Lehane, Kennedy, and Willow got into a three-way argument over the situation- Spike was disgusted about that! In his eyes, this was a battle, and they had won, who cares about the tears of the families of dead monsters, anyway? Willow stood over the body of a recently eviscerated monster, and asked “Don’t you think it was too easy? This victory, it hardly tastes like a true victory; think about it: these were Civilians! Look: women, children, men, all going about their daily lives; then we come in and butcher them!” Kennedy, pretty well enthusiastic over the fight, began to feel her heart break over her girlfriend’s views, she was becoming convinced that what they had dome was murder, in the eyes of the rules of war, and this was part of an ongoing war against evil, their conduct was not fitting for the job description “Are we even on the right side in this?” Kennedy whispered in horrified shock. Faith was kind-of predatory, and was looking for something to eat- this fact upset Willow more than anything about today! “Faith!” Willow shouted, angrily, “Don’t you get it?! These people were murdered! I had thought you had regained your conscience in prison! Don’t tell me your still a Psychopath!” “Hey, Red, we just won the battle, we should celebrate!” “No, Faith, we didn’t win any battle! This was a massacre! They were merely minding their own business, and we come in here, into their homes, and simply Butcher them!” Willow was losing her temper.

“I hate to say it, Love, but she may be right., after all, they are demons, not humans, they were probably up to something dark.” Kennedy stated, she didn’t want to upset Willow, but she did feel that Faith might have a very good point. “Bigotry is SO unattractive in a woman!” Willow snapped “Whoa! Willow! Bigotry? BIGOTRY?! I just said that…” “I KNOW what you just said, Kenn-doll!” Willow snapped, again. “If you are feeling like that, maybe it’s a good sign that we should take some time apart!” Kennedy responded, feeling irritated. “If I may…” Faith began, and both Kennedy and Willow responded “Shut it!”

Closer to the perimeter, Buffy and Satsu were trying to ascertain exactly what had happened, Buffy was rather irritated that she had been tricked into carrying out a slaughter of civilians- this was NOT in line with her sensibilities, she didn’t mind annihilating armies of vampires or demons in battle, but these were civilians carrying out their everyday lives “We must never do this again, Satsu!” Buffy said. Satsu felt somewhat different. Raised in the Samurai class of Japan, she tended to see prisoners as ‘desecrated beings’, and didn’t like that kind of person. “I’m not so certain we did anything wrong, Buffy-Chan, this is war, remember, and in war, these kind of things do tend to happen!” Buffy’s conscience was still bothering her, so she walked over to one of the bodies, a few feet away from her “Satsu, look, this is a civilian, not any kind of soldier, and he died along with his parents and family!” Buffy said as she felt like crying, the victim was a boy of about 12, a demon boy that looked like a cross between a Klingon and a Cardassian, in some ways. Spike spoke up then “It’s the way it goes, Love.” he said to Buffy, then continued “We won the battle, time to make marry and celebrate.” “Bury the dead.” Buffy said, choking up inside, she was too upset to help, but she wanted to with all her heart.

Satsu had been a bit unnerved with Spike’s remark, but decided not to push it. After the burials, around the campfire, Spike told them about his time as an assault infantryman in World War One, on the Western Front, very much to everyone’s surprise. “A lot of you people associate monsters with Germany, but in reality, we tend to serve our own communities…” Spike was saying “Is that why you helped us stop your ‘friend’ Angelus?” asked Xander, Buffy, and Willow, simultaneously. “Essentially, Yeah!, he was being a jerk, to be blunt: “I’ll end the world!” Most of us just like to Talk that way, just ‘big talk’, as you kiddies would tend to say, but That Lunatic was just bonkers enough to try to do it!” “So, when the First Evil actually tried to do so…” several of them said then simultaneously “That entity is even more delusional than Angelus was!” Spike responded. ‘Delusional?! I’ll show HIM!’ The First reasoned, then got creatively calm ‘Let him taunt me, he’ll make a mistake, then I will have him yet!’ Satan reasoned. The evil genius that that psychopathic spirit was, was well aware of how to lead somebody astray. ‘My time will come, yet.’ it reasoned, then it would have them service it!

As the videotape continued to roll the Feeler, a bloke known as Frank Mascara, got more than even the Hand of Fate conceived of, and radio transmitting thereof back to his headquarters had Dr. Heinrich Ogilvy a first hand, live action, view of his targets, “Once they go to sleep, we’ll go into action, first phase, initiation of chemical emissions.” Dr. Oglivy had been responsible for clearing that village of it’s inhabitants, and the slayers had incorrectly assumed that the demons had slaughtered the inhabitants and were living in their place, when in reality, something else was really going on, and the demons that they had slaughtered were in reality, played themselves! It was these chemical emissions that had so freaked out the villagers that the village had been abandoned, the chemical was a mixture of methane and nitrous-oxide (laughing gas) with a few other chemicals. The methane for horrible smell, and the nitrous-oxide to make people believe that there would be negative effects to people, so they’d clear out, there was also sulfur in the mix. Spock would have appreciated the chemical mixture, but he was about 200 years yet to be born, so. It was also very high density, and heaver-than-air, so as to have a negative effect on people in the open, but would disperse rather quickly, as in overnight, so, the people of “Fate’s Hand” as the organization became known, could implement their havoc.

When the battery ran out, Frank headed back, and was neither sighted nor heard as he returned to the base of “Fate’s Hand”.

“Well, I am headed for bed.” Buffy said and yawned, stretching, calmly. Spike had related the fact that Vampire society is very fracticious, “We readily fight each other for about any reason.” he said “Some served the Central Powers, others the Entandra Alliance, commonly known as the Allies in World War One, I joined to exercise a ‘spot of violence’ as I thought of it, so, of course I signed up for the most dangerous tasks imaginable: infantry assault service! And I would say that I and my unit did really quite well in the trenches, one reason we often lose, in fact, is that we will often fight each other without a second thought, so if you can turn one of us against another, you get a powerful asset in the fight.” “So, that’s what we did, with you?” said Andrew. “Exactly.” William Pratt responded.

In an underground laboratory, a striking young beautiful blonde woman was talking on a cell phone to her recently skinless boyfriend; Warren Mears, her real name was Amy Madison, but she was going by Amanda Williamson here and now, and she was also lovers with Dr. Heinrich Oglivy, as well as a sorceress herself- quite literally a witch! (in the old sense of the word- a Satanist!) Amanda told Warren “It’s just for now that I have to do this, but don’t worry, we will hurt the Scoobies yet, honey. Yes, I know you miss me, but I have to do this to pay that blonde b*tch Buffy back for what her ‘friend’ Willow did to you!” she said with her cell phone pressed against her right ear as she strolled around the room. “Yeah, babe, I’ll hurt her feelings good in your name!” she was already planning just how she’d hurt Buffy- big time! “Yeah, babe, I hate them too.” she said. “I have got to go now, love you, bye.” Amy said and hung up. “Amanda, how are you doing?” “Fine, Heinrich, just a little business work before the matter.” “My love, soon you’ll be carrying the first of a new breed of humans.” Heinrich came up behind her and, hugging her, started to kiss her trapezoids from behind. She spun around, placed her strong hand on his face, to force him to look at her in the eyes, and said to him “You have your work to do, I have mine, and if everything goes right, they will be in for a great big surprise!” she laughed and kissed him. Amy was wearing a black dress that went down to her knees, but it was the typical ‘little black dress’ that many women tend to go for.

Mitth'raw'nuruodo's hero's journey.

vantiri — Fri, 14 Feb 2014 20:20:08 GMT

The character of Mitth'raw'nuruodo (Grand Admiral Thrawn) is best described in the catagory of a 'tragic hero'.
How do I reach this conclusion? He is not a particularly evil character, in the novels, he never carries out a massicre (so far as I know), and, while serving the main villain of the series of movies, his reason for joining was to protect his people! That's right- the motives of his joining the Empire were love of his people... the best intentions Never mintigate intriniscally evil acts, but intentions Are crutial to descerning moral allegiance. And his seem to be downright protective of innocents.
Arguably the worst thing he does is to inniate cloning of his soldiers- not exactly smart, but understandable considering the need for quality troops.
So far as Imperial Officers went, he was one of the best morally.
His efforts to protect his people lead him to make a deal with a Dark Lord of the Sith (Palpatine), who ultimately scammed him, and he was a bit of a rogue officer in the CEDF (Chiss Expansionary Defense Force), (he was more than willing to launch pre-emptive attacks- something that breaks all the rules of war for his people), and he was much more warlike than any of his contemporaries- to his people, his terms for other peoples seem to be: either you are for us, or you are against us, which is it going to be? This tends to indicate "either you will surender now, or you will be bombarded from orbit into oblivian!" Not exactly the best way to make alliances or conquests (sometimes the same thing- depends upon how you intend to do it)... and he seems to have realized this point by the Mount Tantis Campagn in The Last Command.
If I had to determine his one main flaw; it would probably be: fear of his neighbors., this Could lead to him making such decisions in such a situation (desperation, battle conditions), but he was always known to have a cool head in combat., An excellent trait to have.

Willow's friends try to make the poor woman realize her need to repent and help her.

vantiri — Wed, 09 Oct 2013 01:45:04 GMT

A Need For Repentance

By Pennames: Cotto, Vantiri

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Pairing: Willow/Tara

Rating: NC-17

Characters: Willow, Tara, Buffy, Dawn, Giles, Riley, Professor Walsh, several original characters, and some beings from Judeo-Christian religious history.

Warnings: rape/non-consensual, violence

Topics: religion, ethics, sin, crime story

Summery: Willow’s homosexual lust is completely out of control, so her friends end up needing to get her synagogue’s Rabbi involved in her treatment (Willow is the Villainess in this one).

Disclaimer: Joss Weldon owns the Buffy series and all rights to the financial benefits of the stories, this story is inspired and a semi-continuation of “Nowhere Far Enough”… (Also draws on events in “We Are Made of Stars” by Amberina) but it’s my idea of what could have happened.

Timeline: During season 6, sometime after “Gone” and well before “Villains”.

Notes: Mostly from Tara’s Point of View early on, then maybe others.

Chapter 1) It Begins.

As Tara drove back to the Summers residence, she was unbelievably concerned, from what Buffy’s little sister Dawn had told her- Willow had essentially been raping other young women… essentially young ladies- practically girls! What Tara was planning was, in a nutshell, a rescue operation!

Tara was never the kind to use fantasy self-images as a reference point: she always considered herself much stronger than that- but now her mind kept on equating her with Buffy when she went to rescue Dawn from a marriage with Mr. Sweet at the Bronze during the 24 hrs that the Catholics call “All Saints Day.” (November 1^st). What the hey, I’m also going on a rescue mission, just like my friend did: though in my case, I’m trying to rescue my ‘girlfriend’s’ soul. Tara thought with a grim smile. (Girlfriend in semi-quotation marks because Tara was being sarcastic.) Tara really does, at this time, believe in re-incarnation; she just doesn’t want Willow (Whom she still loves, despite the fact that Willow raped her!) to wind up as something else… Something like a virus, if Willow doesn’t change her ways, she’ll likely wind up as a Virus! Tara thought angrily.

When she reached the Summers driveway she turned into the drive and when she got out she was greeted by Dawn near the front step. Willow must be a fool, Tara sure dresses exceptionally beautifully! Dawn thought as she saw Tara get out of the car. Tara was wearing a very lovely pair of blue jeans, a pale brown shirt, and deeper brown sweater, her blonde hair was held back in a ponytail.

“Dawnie, where’s Willow?” “She’s in the house, I think in her room, I wouldn’t go in there though, I think she’s” Dawn paused, then more quietly- and Tara thought, angrily “reading.” “Good, I need a place to set up for the ‘situation’… Is the living room OK?” “I think so, yes, she wouldn’t be down for about ½ hour still. Oh, and Tara, be careful- she’s really unnaturally strong- and seems to have bad interests towards you!”

Nothing much happened between the people at that house- oh some talking, about this-and-that, and such. But nothing happened to Tara or any other human at that house. But I did learn something very upsetting- Willow is now a serial rapist! Tara thought with a twinge of despair. This has got to stop! My ‘girlfriend’ has raped about 24 young women in addition to me, mostly found at the Bronze- and while there was no physical damage done to any of them, they most certainly couldn’t have consented! All of her victims were about 19-21 years in age.

What Willow would do to her victims would be to walk up to them and give them a flower- Tara would recognize it immediately, but these poor maidens would not- Lethe’s Bramble, the very type of flower Willow had used to erase Tara’s memory, then ask them if they wanted to come home with her to “have some fun” as Willow had worded it, the victimized young woman would be dropped off after a sweet kiss, then they would go their separate ways. (Willow was using this flower to brain-control these poor girls- some of whom were straight!)

That night turned into a night of terror for Tara, as the two ex-lovers kept on fighting all night long: Willow kept on trying to climb on top of and kiss Tara, Tara said no, Willow wouldn’t stop, every single attack began the same way; Will would grab Tara’s upper arms, and say “Hi Lover, give me some sugar!” then she’d proceed to try to kiss her, Willow was stronger than Tara had expected- and her puckered lips got within an inch of the other woman’s face before Tara could push her off, Willow would growl in anger and say something that sounded like “Now I’m really going to taste you!” Tara’s response: “NO! Back Off Willow! Leave me ALONE!”. This repeated itself maybe once every eight minuets.

So, needless to say, when daybreak came around, Tara was exhausted and deeply traumatized. She tried to rape me, all night long she tried to do *that evil* to me! No Way was she going back into the same room alone with that *evil woman*! When she came around the bend into the kitchen she was relieved to find that Willow was NOT in the room but Buffy was. Good, now I get to talk to the land-lady one-on-one about this felony!

Buffy looked up from the breakfast she was cooking: fried eggs and toast delicious! thought Tara, when Buffy saw Tara’s face however- the sight wrenched her heart: Tara clearly hadn’t slept well Or at all. Buffy thought, the skin on her face sagged, and her eyes were red as if she’d been crying. (Tara had indeed been crying- she escaped from the attempted rape at 6:00am and spent the next 1.5 hours in the bathroom crying about it.) The time was now just after 7:34am.

“What happened Tara, you seemed so peppy yesterday, and now you look downright broken-hearted?” “Willow’s gone bad, Buffy, she tried to rape me all night long!” “Was her hair or eyes black?” “No, Willow-colored, but she’s gone evil, Buffy!” “You’re too exhausted to drive, Tara- so how about I make you something to eat and then we can go to Giles’ place and talk to him, I mean, Will clearly needs help!” “Yeah, that she does, Buff.” Tara sat down to eat, and Buffy made another breakfast for herself, this was just starting to cheer Tara up, when things slipped sideways and fell apart, for out of the corner of her vision Tara spied the ‘red-headed rapist’ strolling down the hall and entering the kitchen, wearing a pair of red flannel pajamas, and yawned. Then, “Wow! What an invigorating night and restful sleep!” Willow exclaimed.

At this Tara went completely ballistic: “Invigorating?! Restful?! Not for me! Willow, you raped me All Night Long!” Tara practically screamed. Willow responded sweetly while smiling “I don’t know what you’re talking about, honey.” “Oh, really, Willow? Well let’s just see- you want sex when you want it and with who you want it , and if you don’t get it , then you use magic to make the target want it with you, especially if the other person doesn‘t want to! That’s called Rape, Willow! Oh, and Buffy? I’m not her only victim, she’s done this same felony to some twenty-four other women about our age- some of whom aren’t even attracted to other females!” What a hypocrite! Both lesbians thought, enraged with each other. This is Really Ridiculous! Were Buffy’s thoughts.

“Come-on Tara, let’s get ready for school.” “Buffy, I thought you weren’t able to contribute enough time to your education.” “Maybe, but you do need a designated driver” then Buffy whispered “and protection.” “Willow, have something to eat, I don’t want your strength to give out.” said Buffy. Then she called Dawn thinking that her sister was in her room: “Dawn, sweetie, are you certain you can get to school on your own?” “Hi, Buffy!” Buffy whirled around, Dawn was in the living room, fully dressed, black backpack on, pale blue shirt, blue-grey jacket or sweater (Buffy couldn’t tell which), lunchbox packed, waiting for the bus. Buffy gently gripped Dawn’s arm and nudged her towards the door, Dawn got the hint, once outside… Buffy said quietly while looking Dawn straight in the eyes solemnly “Dawn, don’t try to approach Willow today- or for the immediate future, you’re still just young- you don’t know how dangerous she is right now! Willow’s gone evil, you were right about her- she had bad intentions regarding Tara!” “What did she do?” “I’ll take this” Tara whispered to Buffy, who nodded. “Dawnie, Willow attempted to rape me seventy-five times last night!” “I really can’t believe that!” Dawn exclaimed, shocked. “Dawn, whatever else may happen in the next few days, you must promise us not to try to make any contact with Willow!” Tara instructed firmly but gently. “Dear sister- we’re going to get as much help as we can for Willow.” was Buffy’s statement. “Very well.” Dawn responded.

Once that was done, Buffy did something she thought she’d never do ever again… she called Spike on her cell phone, and invited him over, with the instructions to protect Dawn from Willow, promising for her part to interact with him on any level that he wants that would be proper for her. He was elated, it wasn’t a chance to lie with her- it was an opportunity to be a friend of hers.

“Are you certain it was wise to tell my sister that?” “She needs to know the kind of woman staying at the house, and why she can’t approach.” “True, though now I kind of fear for my best-friend’s life, I mean Dawn’s going to be berserk- she may try to kill Willow… One reason I invited Spike over.” “Good choice, Buffy, Spike’s unbelievably strong and he’s resistant to magic- he’s also not going to hurt Dawn, ever! I mean it, Buffy, he loves you, so he won’t do anything to offend you intentionally!”

While at UC Sunnydale, Tara seemed greatly distracted in class and on the verge of tears many a time, Buffy was amazed that she held it together so often. Post Psychology class, Professor Maggie Walsh called Tara and Buffy into her office to find out what had Tara so profoundly perturbed. You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think that Buffy, Tara, and Willow are sisters, but to find out that arguably the most brilliant-and-attentive student in my class did *that* to her girlfriend is just too much! best describe Professor Walsh’s thoughts on the situation. “I’ll help you get access to any books you need for this task, Tara… in fact I’ll give you a pass for as long as you need for the school library. Agent Finn, I need you to make sure that Tara is able to get her hands on whatever books on deviancy she needs: school library, school store, the whole-nine-yards, clear?” “Absolutely Ma’am” “Whole 9yds means what exactly, I’ve never understood that saying.” “Has to do with the amount of bullets in a US warplane in WW2, Buffy, each machinegun belt was 27feet long- and since it’s 3ft to a yard, that comes out to…” Riley explained “Nine yards.” “right Buffy.” “Still, in this case, what does it mean?” Tara spoke up now after being silent since leaving the office “Anything and everything- whatever’s needed.”

“You know, Buffy, I still can’t believe that Willow would do this to her, I mean, she’s sweet, very intelligent, downright beautiful, why on earth would someone do this to her?” “We knew Willow was addicted to magic, turns out that she’s addicted to much more than that… she also seems addicted to…” Buffy paused, distinctly uncomfortable with the topic, then continued “sex, with other girls.” “I have a lot of trouble believing that, Buffy, I mean, Willow’s an intellectual, and I’ve known a few in my day- they are not prone to ‘carnality’ (deeds of the flesh), this info makes no sense!” “Willow’s got a propensity for addictions in her personality- and this is, arguably, the worst addiction possible for her!”

After collecting some eight thick textbooks, Tara sat down at a desk and started to read and compare the data, two words kept on coming up; ‘lesbian rape’, at one point the Dean of Student Affairs asked her why such a beautiful and intelligent young woman would be looking up such a hideous topic as that, and she had to explain that she’s trying to help a young woman who’s stuck in that situation. “Ah, I understand.” he said and walked away, leaving her to her research.

Post school (at roughly 6:00pm) Buffy and Tara arrived at Mr. Giles apartment. “Sir, I really need to talk to you.” “Very well, Tara, what’s on your mind?” “Do you have anything on Judeo-Christian theology, specifically the condemnations of lust in the mind or heart?” “I think so, yes, but it’s been years since I’ve touched them… if I may ask, does this have anything to do with Willow?” “I’m trying to help her, Mr. Giles, she…” Tara’s voice was cracking, but she whispered in his ear “raped me, about seventy-five times in ten hours last night, and the next morning, she claimed to have enjoyed herself!” “If I may, you’re not stuttering at all.” “No, I’m very angry, Sir.” I love Willow, she’s essentially a daughter to me, and to hear of her doing this horror to another woman! thought Rupert Giles. (He does indeed see himself as a father to them.) As soon as Giles heard what Willow had done his face froze and his jaw locked shut, to an outside observer he registered no overt change- but these women knew that he was absolutely furious.

Forty-five minuets later: “Aha! ‘If you so much as look at a woman with lust in your heart, you’ve already committed adultery with her.’ New Testament, Catholic Bible- I knew I kept it around for some reason!” Mr. Giles stated, smiling, he was holding an open book in his left hand, and had his right at his glasses. “May I please photocopy it, Sir?” “Copy it, borrow it, print it up, any and all of the above- I figure this is a rescue operation, am I right?” “Exactly Giles, we’re trying to rescue Willow’s soul.” Buffy said.

Willow’s day progressed somewhat differently, she made it to school without a hitch (meaning problem), but she noticed that her best friend and her girlfriend were hanging-out a lot and that both women were trying to avoid her. Don’t really want to start something here: too many witnesses. Maybe later, like at home. Willow thought. After classes ended, Willow headed over to the Bronze, and at the counter purchased a 12oz glass birch -beer bottle, and sat down at a table on the upper level. She was wearing her blue denim ankle-length skirt with a split from the hem to her knees, mostly orange sweater, and pinkish-red boots, she had a black calculator-watch on her left wrist and her slightly wavy red hair had a single clip on the left side near the top. But her thoughts were about as dark as ever- and they centered on her girlfriend, and various means of enslaving Tara MacLay sexually! For a time, she even considered trading her soul in to be able to force Tara into bed with her whenever she wanted; Willow rejected this one however immediately. Unbidden, she thought It seems even Villains have limits that they will not cross… villains, huh! Never thought I’d be one of those. then she remembered what she’d done to her girlfriend last night, Whoa, I guess my conscience was right, if I raped Tara that many times, or at all, what does that make me- according to my upbringing, I’d be evil now! Worse than my vampire twin, in fact. Willow thought with shock and a twinge of dread. How am I even moral any more? Indeed that woman, my twin, did try to rape me in the school library all those years ago- and I’ve always based my ego on goodness. And, in opposition, sexual assault, which is exactly what that was (in both our cases), is always evil!

As Willow continued to sip her drink, she felt a tear run down her cheek from her right eye toward her chin. Oh, great, now I’m crying- I know, I need a little something to make me feel better! (Of course she knew that she’d choose the wrong thing.)

At the house, the evening passed without incident, Buffy told Spike “As long as you don’t move against me or mine you can stay here for as long as you like. I really need someone who will keep the peace here if I can’t.” “Deal.” was his response. Tara meanwhile, in her anger, had printed or photocopied that passage of scripture ad nauseam, and taping or otherwise fastening them to every wall or headboard that would hold paper in Willow‘s room… she’d also printed up info from school that told of the detrimental effects to one’s health of promiscuity All this to save the soul of a woman that I love. Tara thought bitterly. The info, she’d left on the table by Willow’s bedside, knowing well of her girlfriend’s taste for reading.

Lying with her was the biggest mistake in judgment of my life yet… never again! Tara thought as she made the bed of a sleeping bag, I want to be here when she realizes the evil that she’s done!

When Willow came in to the room Tara told her “The bed’s yours, Will, I’ve left some reading material around for you- you’ll find the booklet on the lamp-table near the bed to be most enlightening.” “Thanks, Tara, I know I’ve been a monster toward you lately.” “Yes, you have.” Willow read for about 50min then fell asleep. That night passed without incident.

Chapter 2) Finding out the reason for Willow’s horrible conduct.

Today the schools were off, and Giles telephoned Mr. and Mrs. Rosenberg to get the name of the synagogue that they go to and to ask who the Rabbi of that synagogue is… “Ok, thank you rabbi Micah, I’d much appreciate you coming by- it has something to do with Willow.” “How is little Willow?” “We’re concerned for her soul to be honest…” “Excuse me, who’s we?” “Myself and just about all of her friends in this area- she’s been up to some very bad stuff.” “What kind of ‘very bad stuff’ sir?” “It’s too upsetting to get into- just come over and meet me at my store- she’ll be there.” “OK, I’ll see you at about eleven then.”

That morning, Willow was dressed in her black jacket and black pants, Tara was in her favorite brown suit, but at about 9:00am the doorbell rang, someone was at the door- and upon opening it- they found a bloke, dressed in a civilian outfit… but his eyes conveyed a frown of either anger or deep concern.

When asked his name he said “Raphael” “What proof can you offer?” Buffy asked and he responded “Thrust your hand through my chest, don’t worry it won’t hurt at all.” Tara did so with her right hand, and it went through as thought he were a cloud. Then she turned to Buffy and asked “You can you see him too can’t you?” “Of course, Tara.” “All right ‘Raphael’ you’ve passed the first 2 tests, now we’re certain that you’re a real being- not a hallucination, and since you’re non-corporeal- you’re obviously a spirit, now for proof of you’re loyalty and allegiance: Say the… ‘Glory Be’” then to Tara, Buffy whispered “A prayer to the Holy Trinity, if he’s indeed loyal to God, he will not dare refuse to say it, if not- he’s obviously an imposter!” At the mention of a prayer to his most revered Maker, Raphael’s eyes lit up with a very intense reverence- and he proceeded: “Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it is now and ever shall be, World Without End. Amen!” (One pointer- if ever encountered by such a being- that’s an excellent litmus test.)

Upon entering, Raphael introduced a colleague of his at the door to be someone named ‘Dymphna’. Willow, meanwhile, who was in the dining room- walked into sight of the door and spied the young woman, the first thing that Will noticed was the woman’s fiery-orangeish-red hair She looks Irish Willow thought, and she was quite astonished when the guest responded to her thoughts with the statement “Indeed I am a Celt- actually biological father was one of the Irish kings from the Middle Ages, he had me killed for refusing to marry him in an incestuous relationship- but that’s old data… I’ve been assigned a type of ‘counseling’ or ‘psychological help’… something you Miss Willow Danielle Rosenberg most defiantly need!”

Right about now Will’s lust took over her mind and heart again when she looked at Tara MacLay, and she was in the process of saying “Hey Lover, Give me some sugar!” (she was about to attack her sexually again!) Tara was now absolutely terrified of her girlfriend, but, she only got through about half of the statement before Raphael said quietly “Be respectful or be silent, Witch!” at which point her voice gave out at just after the ‘i’ in ‘give’ she also found herself rising into the air out of her control and turning, till she was face-down, back-up, horizontal and about four-and-a-half feet in the air.

Dymphna turned to Raphael and “I want to talk to her alone.” then to Buffy “Mind if we meet in your kitchen?” “Sure.”. This peculiar flotation that Willow was helpless in was ended and she was safely put back on her feet- Dymphna took Willow into the kitchen and began to talk to her… Buffy could barely make out what was being said; Spike could hear it quite clearly and from what Buffy could tell, her best friend was being corrected- Willow was being told of the need to control her ‘lesbian-lust’ and a tale from the Old Testament- one that Willow (thanks to spending time in a synagogue) would be very familiar with: Sodom and Gomorra.

Tara had a certain concern that Willow would sexually attack the woman who was talking to her but Raphael shook his head after picking up on it and said “No, Dymphna’s actually much stronger than Willow- and she’s not interested in that… it’ll never happen.” “Oh, and Tara M., the first time your girlfriend violated you, she did so via a spell, why wouldn’t a spell work this time, I wonder?” “Sir” Tara responded “I did my homework, as the saying goes…” she reached into her shirt and extracted a piece of fabric on a string, or cord “This piece of cloth I’ve had blessed, and as you know- ‘where the blessed item is placed- there the prayer is also placed’ while I do not believe in the same things that you do- I came here to rescue my girlfriend… I had learned that she’d been raping other females, and not all of them are gay!” This does indeed strike me as the most horrible perversion possible on this entire planet! This is what you get for dealing with this kind of low-lives, he sighed Well, I took the job- I wanted this assignment, I begged Christ for this assignment, no way am I chickening out now! No, I’ll see this through to the end, No Matter What! were the thoughts that passed through Raphael’s mind.

Dymphna and Willow then re-entered the living room and it occurred to Willow to remark and ask “I remember a ‘Raphael’ from the book of Tobit in ‘the prophets’, anything to do with you?” “In fact, I’m that very same spirit.” he responded… “As it is, it’s about time for you people to go to the ‘Magic Box’- I hear that a certain Rupert Giles has a surprise for you all” he paused “especially you, Will. You lot are due there at 11:00am and it’s about 10:30 already.”

It took about 20 min to get to the store, and upon entering there they saw a wooden chair in the center of the floor, the entire ‘Scooby gang’ with their faces drawn and to Willow’s surprise “Rabbi Micah!” she exclaimed… Anya was behind the checkout counter, her favorite job was as a cashier, Xander, kind of frowning, said “Hello, Willow.” it was Giles who began the ‘corrections’ “Willow” he said “we’re all very concerned about you- we’ve, I’ve been hearing some very disturbing reports…” “Disturbing, I’ll show you disturbing!” Willow said angrily, and she was moving like a shot- straight towards Tara, who was standing, about 5ft away from Willow off to Giles right (Giles was facing the front door), before anyone could stop her: Willow had said that same highly offensive phrase to Tara, and proceeded to assault her- just like she’d tried to do in bed that night, only they were standing up, and she was successful in forcibly kissing her about 4-5 times on the lips- roughly, brutally, violently even. During this assault, Tara was crying out “NO, NO, Leave me alone Willow, Please STOP!” Buffy, as soon as she saw this attack begin she was moving, and immediately Buffy took 3 enormous strides and was arms-length away from Willow, and with her right shoulder directly behind Will’s left. She grabbed Willow on the left shoulder, spun her forcibly (thus breaking her immoral embrace of Tara), used her left arm to brace Willow so she couldn’t continue to assault her- then with her right fist- punched Willow full in the face! Willow did as Buffy had hoped and as she stumbled back, let go of Tara- who ran off towards a post near the counter, sobbing… Willow moved to protect her face and Buffy grabbed Willow around the knees- and hoisting her over her right shoulder, physically carried her to the chair (which had no armrests, but was very sturdy), sat her down in it, and sat on her lap, then holding her arms behind the chair she enabled Giles to tie Willow’s hands with twine, and Anya, needing no prompting- tied Willow’s ankles also with twine. (Buffy was wearing a black sleeveless top and bone-colored skirt with black ladies boots, and her blonde hair was in a ponytail) She was not without compassion for her prisoner- and as her left side was close to Willow, she placed her left arm over Will’s shoulders in kind-of a hug!

Willow, however did not think well of this and was in the process of trying to say “Get OFF me, superb*tch” but Dymphna, understanding what language Willow was about to use, raised her right arm and, curling her middle finger- snapped her ring-finger against her thumb… and Willow’s voice gave out about just after the ‘super‘.

These steps that Buffy was forced to take grieved her greatly- she always tried to be loving, and she looked at Giles, begging to let Willow up. Giles, however, understood that it would be extremely unwise to let Willow up at this point in time. Buffy, still semi-hugging Willow, grabbed her lower jaw with her right hand, then turned the angry woman’s face toward hers to look her best-friend straight in the eyes and said “Will, I love you, I mean that, in my heart, you’re essentially my twin sister. And, despite this sorority benevolence, what I just watched you do is so upsetting to the feminine mind- I mean, Will, what’s got into you, I watched you rape Tara just now! I mean, Rape, for crying out loud Will, that’s got to be the most traumatizing word to any female ever! Willow, I cared for you when your addiction would have gotten you kicked out of the house! And this is how you act?! Remember High School Graduation preparations, on the lawn that afternoon? The time you asked to join the fight against evil? We aren’t merely attitude-sisters, we’re also co-workers! Willow, I didn‘t want to believe that you could do this, when Tara told me, but I cannot deny what I‘ve seen with my own eyes.” Buffy said sadly… their faces were only a few centimeters apart… and Buffy was still intellectually uncomfortable about sitting on Willow. (Her conscience was really bugging her about this.)

Rabbi Micah took Giles aside and asked him how this ‘Buffy’ was able to exert such physical strength just now. Giles, not wanting to give him the whole story, but also not wanting to lie said “Buffy’s kind of a warrior-woman.” Meanwhile, Anya was trying desperately to comfort Tara, even though Anya’s entire world-view was now effectively demolished I always thought it was Men who hurt Women, that’s the way the world works, but this clearly happened, I mean I just watched Willow sexually assault Tara! Anya was FURIOUS, she wanted to take a cake-knife and skin Willow alive with it and then force the woman to cannibalize herself! Tara was now clinging to the pillar and sobbing uncontrollably. “Why would she do this to me?” Tara asked Xander and Anya angrily “I love her so darn much” *sob*.

At this, Rabbi Micah took over the interrogation (questioning) and asked Willow “Will, what’s been going on? I mean when you stopped coming you were the sweetest, most intelligent young woman in the entire congregation. How could this happen? I didn’t want to believe what this man” he gestured to Giles “said to me about you being involved in ‘very bad stuff’, but Willow, your actions that I’ve just seen put you squarely with the Sodomites… is that what you want?”. After a minuet of thinking, Willow swallowed and said “No, I defiantly don’t want that, Rabbi.” “I know of a facility that we have, it’s nearby, you’ll be safe there, you can stay there as long as you like- you’ll be able to heal… spiritually, it’s kind of a hospital- I work there too.” then to them all he asked “How did this happen, do any of you know? I mean, she’s clearly been involved in some very evil stuff… you want to help her, speak up!” now the rabbi was getting angry. How dare they let my spiritual daughter go that far astray?! “She started reading the occult for fun she said to me during her High School years.” Giles said, head down, now Micah was almost enraged “What?!” he asked.

The Rabbi then asked Willow “If you had fun doing that, what of your ‘girlfriend’? Surely she wouldn’t condone what I’ve just seen you do so blatantly?!” Willow was defiant now and, looking right at him, responded “What of her, she’s just a pagan gentile, not one of the Lord’s people at all!” before Micah could answer, Buffy’s sister Dawn accused “You. Lying. Little. Tramp! I had thought that you loved her, and this is how you show love?! Callous Vixen!” “Let me remind you, fallen woman, that there is 1 God, the Lord over All the Earth; therefore All Creatures are His, and while it is true that we are His Chosen People, that does not entitle us to act in whatever way we see fit!” Micah vocally attacked Will’s position. “Oh, and, by the way, I will never condone or stop opposing that fallen lifestyle choice!” he said angrily.

Giles, certain that Willow would behave herself now, took a pair of sheers and cut the twine that held Willow’s hands and then freed her feet in the same way, just after that Buffy asked “May I please get off Willow now?” (Buffy did not like sitting on her best friend!) to which Giles nodded- Buffy climbed off her, overjoyed.

As Willow got up she heard the sounds of a conversation, a unnerving conversation behind her in the shadows at the back of the Magic Box- she identified the voices as those of her parents… and they sounded Really Hurt! It then dawned on Willow what she’d been doing to her most valued asset: her relationships This is what I’ve been doing?! I’ve been hurting those I love and who love me?! Is this the fruits of lust? Oh, Yahweh, Never Again Do I Want To Do That! she prayed in her mind. (Willow’s background and training is Jewish!)- She wasn’t yet ready to face the reality that the orientation is a problem, but she was effectively promising a purge of the willingness to rape!

Turning around, Willow saw her dad holding her mom, who was, by the way, completely perturbed “Mom, Dad, Oh man am I sorry.” Willow was saying- more shocked about her misconduct with her girlfriend (forcing herself on her) than most other things that had happened. “I didn’t raise my daughter to be a rapist!… I don’t know you anymore!” Was Ira’s response, this hurt Willow more than much else that had happened today. “Daddy?” Willow responded- on the verge of tears, about this time it occurred to Buffy that since entering the Magic Box today- Willow’s hair was black, not red Will’s hair doesn’t turn black from magic, but from lust! Buffy realized. “Oh, Willow, how could you? I mean, I was happy for you, but this is not right! I, I, I don’t know what’s going on in your life- but what I’ve just watched- there’s no excuse for it… I’ll always be your mom, you were born of me for crying out loud- but if you will not live according to the rules- then you barely have a place in my life any more!” “Mom?” now Willow was really hurt- her own parents were about to sever all ties to her.

Willow turned around and saw Buffy standing directly behind her “What, you going to disown me too?” Willow asked her best friend- but Buffy smiled gently and lovingly… and hugged her- having realized her friend was trying to repent of her horrible conduct.

Rabbi Micah had come up behind her, and explained that Mr. and Mrs. Rosenberg had ensured a petition through the entire synagogue that their daughter, Willow, would turn her life around- just neither they, nor him, wanted to believe just how bad Will had become.

The atmosphere in Pandemonium, capital city of Perdition, was strange to say the least: it had just been celebratory; Lucifer had just been going around saying to his staff “Did you see what Willow Rosenberg just did? Wow! What a Woman!- Now that’s fun to watch!”, ecstatic, he was walking back from the coffee bar to his cubicle thinking Lets just see how my little agent among the ‘Scooby-gang’ is doing, oh I’m so interested in how this’ll turn out. his joyous mood lasted until he tried to access his files in her person. The computer responded: file not accessible he tried again, search denied What?! some more clicks, and then he got to the reason: this account has been deleted at deposit point (meaning the receiver of the data deleted the account, not the person who established it), in other words: Willow deleted his account in her soul, or something like that! At this, Satan (Lucifer’s alias) lost it, he: cursed in every language known to man or demon; drop-kicked the wastepaper basket (and because he’s a high-level spirit) it flew up about 20ft, and spun around about 3 times, shooting garbage all over the office; poured his coffee pitcher on the computer, half of it went in the disk-drive ruining all the data, the other half shorted out every computer in Pandemonium via arching; set fire to the office- he didn’t care Well, there goes all my work, getting her to rape other females- while fun, hasn’t amounted to squat!- all because that little minion decided to repent!… and I worked so darn hard on inducing that glitch in her personality too! The smarter ‘employees’- the demons, knew better than to approach him, this is the way he liked it- the humans- too stupid to know when to keep their mouths shut- often died! (He looked exactly like he did before his fall, too, no horns, no tail- almost human: all the better to seduce people with.)

A brief assesment on a character (or a few).

vantiri — Thu, 03 Oct 2013 17:33:17 GMT

I mentioned in my first article that I consider Tara MacLay to be a Dame, if you want to find out which episode I drew this from; it is "Older and Far Away", in that episode (season 6 of Buffy- don't remember the episode number) Anya is, at one point after they've been trapped in the house, essentially bullying Willow... she's trying to pressure her into doing a spell- well, Miss Rosenberg got Badly Addicted to magic- so she Really Doesn't want to do it. Anya kind of responds to Willow's objections with 'Yes, and a good way to find out is to sit here and do nothing.' when Willow pretty much says 'no, I really don't want to, I might not be able to get out if I do that.' Anya: 'well who's fault is that? You know if you hadn't gotten so much of the stuff in your system in the first place then...' at which point, Tara, now thoroughly enraged, gets up from the seat she's in and- standing inbetween Willow and Anya, looks straight at Anya and says 'She said no, and that's the end of it, you're not going to make her do something she doesn't want to do- and if you do, you're going to have to go through me!'.
Anyhow Xander says something like 'I hate to admit this Willow, but Anya may have a point- we pulled you back from this once before, who's to say we can't do it again?'
If I were there, I'd be Really Freaked Out by that statement: it's like telling a steroid addict to take what they got addicted to, in essence: 'it's ok to take these, we need you to, and we'll help you out when the matter is over.'. Basically the effects of magic on Willow are something like a really powerful steriod; they interfere with her judgement, intensify her striength, give the woman telekenesis and some degree of telepathy, they also make her do dumb things ex: destroying her favorite shop, endangering her life and soul (repeatedly), challenging a super-strong entity to a duel, etc. (et cetera) (I believe the "'leathes bramble' incident" was something like an incident of scipolomine abuse- one person blowing 'the devil's breath' on another)- (the effect of that was slavery for a time!)... The real profit of season 6 Buffy is that if you start out with the right attitude- you can get a tremendous degree of compassion! (Over several times of watching it, I have become convinced that she has serious need of mercy: she's: arrogant, immoral, dishonest, foolish, unbelieveably violent, addicted, unable or unwilling to be (or attempt to be) responsible, just to name a few.
How then, could I be advocating for loving such a character? First of all, you must understand my phylosophy on family and what constitutes it- it is made up of three possible entry routes: Blood, Adoption, and Marriage... each of these Is Either Perminant, or has perminant results; marriage, for instance, lasts until death of one (or both) party (or parties), but the blood relatives of that marriage are now inlaws forever!... Blood relatives are relatives for eternity, marriage mearly fuses two families together, and adoption is just as binding as blood!
If you take my statement as a whole, and if you understand about Abrahamic religions and the adoption at Calvary- the words at the Crucifiction, then neither myself nor any neighbor has any choice in this matter, we are what we are!, Adoption is ALWAYS Parent-to-Child, Never any other way, the adoptee has no say in this!
Why would I insist on this operational procedure? I can 'strike at will at that mental world' (world of the mind), they can't hope to escape, and having all the strength in this situation, I need not fear any reprisial or threat to the homeland!- This is, by the way, the PERFECT STRATEGIC SITUATION in my eyes, they'd be 'fighting in their back-yards' (having to defend everywhere) I can pick and choose where to attack, I have less to defend- therefore, I need not worry as much about threats to my domain.
Now back to the article, Tara walked out on Willow after Willow abused her, but she did not want to see her ex-girlfriend being bullied! After the incident is over, Tara praises her ex-girlfriend for not giving-in... I'd think she'd still be enraged with her, instead she stood up for her.

While reading a Stargate SG1 background book, I learned the hallmark of the architype of a Knight, (they describe Jack O'Neill as such a person, and define that trait as centered on personal honor.)

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Views on Entry into Knights of Columbus

vantiri — Thu, 29 Aug 2013 19:59:12 GMT

This may sound odd, exceedingly bizarre even, but in my eyes (and thanks to a recorded experiance by a man who's pen-name is Victor Suvorov), entry into Knights of Columbus (not the rituals, just the ease of joining) is seemingly about as easy in the US as joining the KGB was in the Soviet Union.
This is NOT TO EQUATE these oppositional causes- it's just a reference to the ease of entry, if a Catholic man wishes to join the KofC all he need do is approach a member and ask for an entry application... but know this: it's a lifetime commitment, There Is NO Safe Out, no, you will not die upon leaving, but you shouldn't Ever Want To! (you can resign, but it's a dumb thing to do (dumb because you're turning down an opprotunity for goodness!))You can also be kicked-out (it requires misbehavior on your part), breaking an oath or somesuch, but if you do that you're in real trouble in eternity!
The conduct in dealing with 'criminal behavior' is similar- but who you report it to differs greatly! In a totalitarian regieme (like the USSR was) you report it to the party, for people such as myself- you file it away to your maker and leave it at that!
It is very much a moral-community-defence-inteligence agency, (or very similar to one) but not one that you ever need fear! What will happen to you if you are caught doing 'criminal behavior'? Well, let's just say that the judge I'd have to report it to is NOT a hanging-judge- He looks for Any Excuse He can find to aquite! The Guy's the Exact Oppisite of a hanging-judge!
I Will Not get into the rituals of entry (regarding Any level)- that would get me into a Whole World of Trouble! Suffice it to say; if you're a catholic dude who is willing to live according to the rules of the church (God's rules) and you want a career that will last for eternity- this would be ideal!
You can find a member at any KofC council or at the KofC museum- most blokes who work there (the museum) are members of council 1! (it's in New Haven Conneticut, United States)
The dress code for many of these is unbelieveably relaxed, council 50 (the one I attend) is also a bar!
You never know Who they are (the only sure sign is the insignia; usually found on the pin on the collar, or the pocket, or the 'Shining Armor Award'), the Shining-Armor-Award seems to have the same kind of meaning in my order as the Iron Cross did in Imperial Germany! (Identifing who's a member can be a nightmare, more than once I've attempted to recruit people who outrank Me in the order- only to find out that I'm too late, they're already members! Pleasent Nightmare!)
In summery Every Faction has it's own departments to match every other faction... this (the church) is just another faction in this regard!

Thank you for your time and attention!

Reference: Modern Culture War

vantiri — Wed, 28 Aug 2013 20:58:43 GMT

In nearly all the past articles I spoke of propriety and physical morality (sexual morality as defined by the Catholic Church), Now for the larger issue; The Culture War of today.
I, personally, see the Culture War of today as similar to the Civil War of the 1860s in the US. In both situations you have a conflict largely about ethics and weather slavery can ever be tolerated... In the article on 'the first's' real identity in the buffy series I surmised that that entity is in fact the series' Devil, the whole pro-death, pro-slavery, anti-life, pro-homosexual-agenda cause comes straight from his domain! That's right folks, the culture of death is founded by the Devil himself (of course gender doesn't apply, as lucifer (as the evil one was originally named) is a spirit and so gender-nuter!- but for the sake of English Grammer I use the masculine by defalt as one should)!
This brings up an exceedingly interesting topic; the groups that impliment the homosexual agenda are in fact entirely similar to the KKK of the end of the Civil War and the Reconstruction Era, (interesting sidebar; the KKK or Ku Klux Klan was really the terrorist wing of the Democratic Party!) and that makes those who support Traditional Marriage remenisent of the Union Troops (these include the right-to-life party (the concerned-citizens party), the pro-life cause, the Catholic Church, the Knights of Columbus, just to name a few. (A fact that I personally take Great Delight in, I often wanted to associate with the 'blue-coats' or federal troops (the union) (especially after the emancipation proclimation (the statement by Abraham Lincon that made the Civil War a crusade against slavery) I couldn't care less about preserving the union, but when it became about ending slavery- I'd be banging on the door of the nearest Federal Recrutement Office yelling "get me an application! I don't care what service, I want to DO SOMETHING!"). In short I'm an abolitionist, not a federalist!)
If then you follow both points, who's the negro slaves on the plantations? Those are the people afflicted with the homosexual orientation! But at least the blacks in the south had more idea who their enemies were! These modern slaves (that's right, those living the homosexual lifestyle are enslaved to their addiction!) seem to think that their allies (us pro-traditional morality people) are their enemies and that their enemies are their allies!
This brings up an interesting point, I've heard of some pro-life homosexual groups! These I'd classify as 'auxilliaries' -useful, but suspect... as they're on both sides of this conflict!
If you haven't learned it by now: addiction is a form of slavery, and a very bad one at that!
And if slavery 'gets my goat', killing kids (abortion) is even worse! (as it is a form of murder!) This is precisely the same crime against humanity that the Pharoah of Egypt ordered against the Hebrews in Goshen! (to find this read "Exodous" it's in the Bible)!
People: it doesn't get much more oppressive than a state that allows, or worse orders, the murder of unborn children! Even Sodom didn't screw-up that badly! (I think!) (To find the story read "Genesis" Bible book 1!)
For God's view on exactly how wrong the murder of pre-born babies is; look at the plagues He unleashed on Egypt! (He practically declared war on the Egyptian Empire over this! Of course the Pharoah keeped on breaking his treaties with the Lord about 'letting the Hebrews go'!)
To understand precisely how wrong the Egyptian Empire was over this, think: Communist China and it's one-child policy= (a family there is allowed 1, maybe 2 children at most... any further children are murdered in that country!)- this was 'every single Hebrew baby boy is to be straingled in-eutero!' (partial-birth abortion.) Without a doubt, the Ultimate Crime against Humanity!

In a nutshell; the killing of an unborn child is a satanic-blood-sacrifice of a human being to an idol of the flesh! Really discusting!
My self-perspective, kind of a political officer of paradise!

Thank you for your time and patience