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Get Bent ~ 3

Momma tried to get Buffy to move back, but the stubborn Slayer wouldn't listen. Marie's spirit smiled at the blonde who defied her.

"Oui, 'tis between us girls. You are more than you seem. Are you not, jeune femme,? The smell of death follows you like a perfume."

"What can I say? It's my gift." Buffy shrugged her shoulders with an air of nonchalance she didn't truly feel. Talking to Marie brought back memories of the First she wasn't ready to deal with, yet.

"Destinies do not fade. No one can take them from you. Decide who and what you are then take what you want, what's yours by right and might. There's a reason you're on this Earth, at this time, even at this place. Find your destiny; shape it to your liking. Take hold of it, child, with both hands. Don't let go, and you won't be sorry. If you look back with regret for what could have been, what others want of you, you'll never become."

"Become what?" Buffy's nose wrinkled in confusion. This turn in the conversation was strange. First Marie threatened Momma, now she was giving her advice.

"Her, the one alone." It was a whisper on the wind, but the words echoed in her mind.

"Great, my destiny is to be alone. So, the First Slayer was right."

"You'll understand soon. All shall come to pass, as it should. Open your heart and your eyes, accept your destiny, but bend it to your will." With those final words, Marie Laveaux's spirit faded away, taking the gold coins with her. The little straw doll fell to the ground inside the circle.

Buffy spun around to glare at the old woman behind her. "You set me up!"

Momma chuckled, causing her bangles to jingle in the quiet cemetery. "Child, why would I do that? Grandmamma does as she pleases; she always has, and she always will. If she had something to tell you, she'd a found a way to get it to you without my help. This way, she got a nice little meal and payment for her services. Everyone got something, so why you fussin' for, child?" She watched Buffy look over her shoulder at Beck. Another chuckle rang out in the night air. "Boy, come here." She waved a gnarled hand at him.

He walked over to stand between the two women, who looked ready for battle. "Don't you think we should be getting home, ladies?" He gave them his best smile hoping to diffuse the situation.

Coal black eyes bore into his warm brown ones. "No matter how far you go, there you be. You two have lots in common. Now, take Momma home, these ole bones are tired." Buffy stood staring at the circle of stones, still as a statue. Two sets of eyes watched her, until Momma pulled on his arm. "Leave her be; she'll find her way when she's ready."

"We can't leave her here; it's the middle of the night!" He turned to look at the small old woman beside him in outrage. The very thought of leaving Buffy alone and defenseless brought out his protective feelings.

"That girl can take care of herself. She won't 'preciate you thinking different. Trust me, boy. Sometimes a soul needs time, time to decide which road they gonna travel. Now, take this old woman home."

She left no room for argument. Large shoulders slumped on a sigh. Two figures moved off into the night. Oddly, the small one's shadow seemed to engulf the much larger one. The man continued to look back over his shoulder at the blonde woman lost in thought

Buffy watched the stone circle until it faded from sight along with everything else around her. Destiny - the word rang in her ears. It seemed as if destiny was a specter that chased her through life, wreaking havoc, not something she could shape and make her own. Was Marie right? Could I decide what I wanted to do?

A scream rang out, breaking the trance. She took off running. Rounding a corner, she found three vampires, wearing lettermen jackets from the local high school, surrounding a teenage girl. She sighed at the waste of young lives.

"Didn't anyone teach you not to play with your food?"

They turned to look at her, forgetting about the girl. The teenager saw her chance and scuttled back against a tombstone. The largest vamp strutted forward in full vamp face.

"What do we have here boys? Looks like a party girl to me."

"Let me guess, football captain? I bet you used to rule the school, and think you're going to do the same thing here, right?" A blonde brow rose in her best impression of a certain snarky vampire.

"That's right, Blondie, and I just voted you in as our first cheerleader."

He prowled forward, drool dripping from his fangs. The other two vampires circled around behind her back. She stood relaxed, smiling at the leader and ignoring the other two until they stepped closer. In a burst of speed, she spun around with a crescent kick, knocking out the vampire directly behind her, following through with the other leg to sweep the legs out from under the second vampire. A stake appeared from thin air. Buffy seemed to split into two people as she moved from one fallen vampire to the other. The only sound heard in the quiet cemetery was the pop of two vampires turning to dust.

The former football captain tackled her from behind. Beck was searching for Buffy, when he heard a scuffle. He rushed over just in time to find her and a large teenager fighting on the ground. He moved forward to pull the boy off her, but before he could, she literally catapulted him through the air into a headstone. His jaw dropped open in shock as this night went from strange to just downright freaky. She flipped up from the ground and sauntered over to the boy with a smile spreading across her lips. The boy tried to crawl away, but found a small foot on his neck.

"I thought you wanted to party. Weren't you going to show me how you liked your women?"

He watched her play with the boy. He wasn't sure what he thought about everything he saw tonight. One thing he did know for sure though - he didn't plan on walking away from Buffy Summers.

Buffy dusted the vampire then looked around for others. She didn't see any other threats to her life, but one to her heart stood not too far away. Dark expressive eyes watched her, trying to figure out the puzzle that was Buffy. She liked the way Beck treated her. The way he'd lean his tall, powerful body down to listen when she talked, as if what she said was important to him, so important that he didn't want to risk missing a single word.

Long powerful legs ate up the distance between them. Hands reached out to touch fingertip to fingertip. Palms slipped across the lined plateau of skin some said foretold a person's life. Reaching up to wrap around shoulders that carried burdens meant to break, but failed. Hearts pressed close before lips touched in their first tentative caress. A single sigh, shared by two, who, until this moment, never shared themselves with another, at least not the way they wanted, which was not as they were, but as who they were completely. They found themselves, their other half, in a cemetery in New Orleans. Somewhere, in a cosmic bar far, far away, the ones in charge were laughing.

Slowly, subtly things in Sunnydale started to worsen. It happened so gradually that even the Scoobies, who had lived there their entire lives, and fought there the last seven years, didn't see the signs. Giles, the perpetual Watcher, missed the writing on the wall. His research had uncovered nothing. The long months with so sign of the First had the Watcher doubting his better judgment. Sunnydale and its inhabitants found themselves living in a town with little to no demon activity. They became complacent in their vacation from the First Evil. The Potentials rebelled against the training schedule, sneaking away regularly.

Faith had patrolled diligently when she first took over as the Hellmouth's Slayer. She went out each night but quickly grew bored. She was lucky to slay one vampire a night. Demons were a rare treat. Most patrols found her knocking off early and dancing her nights away with the local heartthrobs. She had fun with Robin when she thought it would bend Buffy's nose out of joint. Now, that Buffy was gone, a high school principal just wasn't the dark haired Slayer's idea of a good time.

The demon population slowly returned to the Hellmouth. The migration didn't occur all at once. Larger groups sent scouts in to test the waters, so to speak. They would find a place to setup shop then send for the others if the coast was clear. Word quickly spread that 'the Slayer' had left town and it was once again ripe for the picking.

The First smiled. Time to play with the locals. Who to choose among the righteous? Yes, they would do perfectly.

Kennedy grew bored watching Willow researching. She didn't understand why her lover worked so hard when their problem left with the stuck-up, blonde Slayer.

"Willow, let's go to the Bronze."

The red haired Wicca continued to tap away on the laptop. The serious expression of concentration on her face told anyone who knew her that she was deep in thought, and didn't want to be disturbed.

"Willow, are you listening to me?"

A soft voice whispered in Kennedy's mind, sounding surprisingly like her own. She never listens! All she does is tap away on that computer. If it would have sex with her, she'd have no use for me. I'll show her. I'm going to the Bronze, with or without her.

Shoving the chair roughly out from under the table, Kennedy got up and stomped out of the house, slamming the door behind her. Willow's head jerked up at the loud noise. "Wha-what was that?" She looked around, wondering where her girlfriend had gone. The computer beeped, and she lost her train of thought. "Mmm, that's interesting. I wonder…"

Kennedy and Faith ground their hips against each other before spinning apart to continue dancing with the next warm body. The hard techno beat the band played had the crowd dancing in a fevered frenzy. The Potentials watched in wide-eyed wonder as their 'leader' and senior potential put on a display that became near pornographic. Their lithe bodies seemed to move with a supernatural grace that attracted others to them like bees to honey.

Faith hadn't felt this worked up since she had danced with Buffy. She closed her eyes remembering how she had seen 'that' dance concluding. Another warm body bumped into her and she pulled it close to her, wrapping herself around it. She imagined that she was touching soft golden skin as she buried her hands into long silken locks. Her breathe came quicker, her breasts felt heavy and full as passion pooled deep in her belly.

Kennedy felt her heart race as a familiar body slid along side her. Keeping her eyes closed, she swayed to the music, pulling her lover along with her, happy that she had joined her. A moan of pleasure escaped her mouth when Willow showed unusual aggressive behavior by dragging her head backward as she took the lead in their sensual tango.

"I'm not sticking around for this," Rona said, shaking her head.

"I thought that you liked Faith." Amanda's confusion was written clearly on her face.

The white beads in Rona's braids glowed in the black light of the club. "I do, but that just ain't right."

"You have something against lesbians? That's wrong; you should be ashamed of yourself." Amanda angrily swung her long brown hair over her shoulder.

"Calm down, it's not for me, but I don't tell people who to hook up with. No, if Kenn really cares about Willow, then she has no business doing that." She pointed to the dance floor. "And, Faith should keep her hands to herself. I'm not so sure we chose the right Slayer, guys. Buffy was a pain in the butt, on that we can all agree." Every girl nodded their heads. "But she wouldn't let us get away with not training."

Everyone groaned. Looking back out on the floor, Faith and Kennedy seemed as if they were caught in some strange dream-like state. They had their eyes closed and swayed slowly back and forth as if they heard a different melody than the one blaring around them.

"Okay, 'nuff for me." They moved as a single unit out the back door to the side alley.

The First Evil smiled as it watched the show. Its mystical hands waved, pretending to be an orchestra leader. Taking on Drusilla's persona, it danced merrily around the two women lost to passion on the dance floor. It winked out of sight. The two young women drew apart, their chests heaving and eyes unfocused. They stared in shock when they saw their dream dance partner. Stepping away from each other, they headed for the back door, straight into an ambush.

Three potentials lay dead on the ground. Amanda fought for her life with a female vampire. Rona and Vi struggled in the clasp of a V'rosh demon. The remaining girls stood frozen, too terrified to do more than scream and cry for help.

Faith jumped into the fight, but soon found herself surrounded. Kennedy tried to keep a level head, wishing she had her crossbow and Willow, not necessarily in that order. Sweat broke out on the normally cocky girl's brow; a huge fist slammed into her face, and the last thing she saw was a wall coming at her.

Spike and Dawn came around the corner. They circled through the Bronze's alleyway during their nightly patrols. Spike jumped into the fight, leaving Dawn to fight on the edges in the agreed upon pattern. The youngest Summers kept as far removed from the others as she could. She went back to school when it reopened, and kept her head down. Most nights found her training with Spike; the bleached-blonde vampire agreed to teach her to defend herself, but only if she did everything he told her. She reluctantly agreed, and never regretted her decision. He'd dust a few vamps, before kicking one to her. She watched to ensure no one snuck up on or tried to shoot him. Spike said that she'd be ready for her own brawl very soon.

"What the bloody hell is going on?"

Groans came from behind him as Kennedy crawled toward the others. Her face was a patchwork of bruises; one eye was swollen shut as blood dripped down her face from a broken nose. A severely broken leg dangled behind her like a demonic tail. The other girls weren't in much better shape. Amanda's arm was broken and she had bite marks on her neck, while Rona clutched the stab wound in her side. The list was endless. None of the girls seemed aware of their injuries though; all eyes remained glued on one person, one body and it wasn't moving - Faith.

The First smiled happily, as it watched the results of its labors, knowing the power to slip into people's subconscious undetected wouldn't last much longer. "One more and we should be back in the driver's seat."

Angel slept peacefully beside Cordelia. He finally let go of his guilt toward Buffy, and this last month had been one of the best in his life. Buffy obviously didn't want to be found. She knew he was there if she needed him, and she hadn't called for help. He was happy to have his life back the way it was before the problems with Sunnydale had started to interfere.

A sharp pain jabbed into Angel's chest. His fingers rubbed across the smooth alabaster skin, but he didn't wake up. He fell into a strange dreamscape.

He walked down a long hall where his boots clicked loudly on the marble floor. The hallway narrowed as the walls on each side got closer with each step he took. He stopped, and tried to turn around, but the floor fell away behind him. Only his quick reflexes and superior strength kept him from falling, he scrambled away from the edge. He looked over the side, noticing there wasn't a bottom in sight.

With no other choice, he continued down the hall. The walls pressed against his shoulders forcing him to turn sideways to fit in the space. A bright light flared in his face, before everything went black. He fell forward, with nothing to grab hold of as he plummeted through space. Fear raced though his body. I'm going to die, here in this place - alone. No one will know that I'm here. No one will find me. He hit the ground and pain shot through his body. Angel watched his soul leave his body for the last time. NO! This wasn't right, it couldn't be. The torn and broken body, lying there dead and alone was - Buffy.

He woke up screaming. "BUFFY!"

Cordelia startled awake by her lover, looked at his frightened face in concern. "What's wrong?"

"It's Buffy. I have to find her, Cordelia. If I don't find her soon, she's going to die."

"How do you know? Angel, tell me, what's going on." She looked at the hard determination in his eyes and the stubborn set of his jaw line and sighed. Cordy got out of bed, pulling on a robe. "I'll put the coffee on, while you get dressed."

The souled vampire gave his lover a distracted smile. He tried to piece together his dream, looking for clues to Buffy's whereabouts. "The pieces are there just out of my reach. If I don't put them together right, I'm going to lose her, Cordy. I'm going to lose her forever." His voice sounded like a little boy who misplaced his favorite toy.

She felt pangs of jealousy shoot through her and had to bite her tongue to stop herself from saying something that she'd regret. Right now, the important thing was Angel. "Don't you think the Powers would have sent me a vision if you were meant to go after her?"

"They sent me the dream, Cordy. My connection to Buffy has always been strong. It's never gone away, even after all these years. I've tried to ignore it, but I can't anymore. She needs me, and I'm going to find her this time. I'm not going to stop until I bring her back where she belongs."

Keeping her eyes down so that he couldn't see the hurt in them, she asked. "Are you going to leave me for her, Angel?"

He stared out the window looking at the night sky. All he could see was Buffy's broken and dead body. "Where are you, Buffy? Why are you staying away? Why haven't you called me?" He murmured to himself, lost in thought, completely ignoring the woman who cried quietly behind him.

Cordelia brushed away her tears and stood. "Angel," her voice was sharp, demanding that he listen to her.

He turned around, his eyes still held an unfocused look about them, as if he were lost in thought while his body still moved. "Did you say something, Cordy?"

Her eyes darkened, and her hand went to her hips. "Listen up buddy!" He shook his head and focused on his lover. "This time we're going to do this differently. If we need to find Buffy, then we'll find Buffy, but you're not going to run the show."

He started to protest, but the look she send his way was enough to shut up quiet anyone human or demon

"I am."

"Cordelia, I love you, and I'm happy that you want to help, but what do you know about finding someone who doesn't want to be found? The contacts that I know aren't going to talk to you."

Her eyes narrowed even more as she advanced on him. She poked him in the chest with each word that she said, "Oh, is that right. Let me see, if I were her and I didn't want to be found, what would I do? Maybe I wouldn't be out there fighting demons. Maybe I'd try to blend in, and, oh, I don't know, get a job, a place to live, that kind of thing. The kind of information I can find on the computer. And if I can't find it, Fred can. Did you ever think of that Mr. I-Know-Everything? I didn't think so. Sheesh." She walked out of the room with her best Queen C saunter, leaving Angel standing there looking like he'd been run over by a truck.

The First Evil, in the guise of Buffy Summers, smiled. It got its first glimpse of the real Buffy when it attempted to drive Angel insane; it wanted her then, and it wanted her now. The First Evil would tear the world apart piece by piece to achieve its goal. It was so easy, play the vampire and the seer joined the game for free.

Buffy pulled away to look into Beck's dark chocolate brown eyes, and saw herself reflected back. She saw that he hid his own past hurts and mistakes, and she didn't care. She saw the man he was now, the man who listened, who let her choose, and who made her feel safe, and Buffy Summers did exactly what Marie's spirit told her; she grabbed hold of destiny with both hands.

"Do you care for me?" Her words came out in a husky whisper that seemed to boom out in the quiet cemetery.

Beck took her face in his large hands, bending down so they were eye to eye. "More than I thought possible."

"Even if you don't know all my deep, dark secrets?"

"You don't know mine, seems like we're even."

Her hands touched the fingers he still held her face with, and then ran up each of his large biceps to wrap around his neck. He released her face when she pulled him to her lips, but he wasn't complaining.

"Momma was right; it's too late to stand out here. What are you going to do about it?"

Large muscular arms slid over a petite, strong body, fingers tickling on their way to knees or underneath arms. Buffy's laughter filled the cemetery. He picked her up in his arms, holding her close to his chest and carrying her through the streets of New Orleans. They quickly arrived at the apartment above the restaurant. Leaning over to allow Buffy to unlock the door, the couple entered Beck's simple, yet elegant, one bedroom home. The rooms were a study of creams, browns, and blacks. He carried her to a bedroom that held a single black dresser and a huge bed covered in a chocolate brown down comforter. Beck placed Buffy in the middle of the bed, smiling to see the comforter fluff up around her small body.

"I like the way you look on my bed." His hands started at her feet, pulling her shoes off, and rubbing the muscles through the jeans.

"Mmm, you're good at that." She closed her eyes, just lying back and enjoying the massage.

"What do you want, Buffy?" He settled his thighs on the outside of hers, while he moved his strong hands over her arms, continuing his massage.

She opened her eyes to look up at him, passion turned their hazel depths a deep, dark green. "You, I want you."

Buffy pulled him down on top of her, her fingers dipped into the front of his pants, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. Stretching out his large frame on the bed, he pulled her up beside him and ran his fingers through her hair before cupping her head in his hand. His thumb could still reach the high cheekbones that graced her face, and it rubbed back and forth against the peach soft skin. Unbuttoning his shirt, she smoothed her hands over the large chest. They smiled at each other, enjoying how right this felt. He slipped his arms free from his shirt's sleeves and dropped it on the floor. She pulled her own blouse off, tossing it down to join his on the floor.

"Didn't want you to feel self-conscious or anything."

"Oh, you didn't, huh?"

He leaned back over to place a large hand on her flat, toned tummy. Beck tiptoed his fingers up to the clasp of her bra. A quick flick of a single finger had the creamy lace confection flying open to reveal two pert full breasts. Buffy laughed at the naughty, but pleased look on his face. He teased a pale peach nipple to a diamond peak, repeating the treatment to its twin. His dark head bent forward as he captured a tightened bud in his mouth.. Her back arched at the sensations he elicited from her. Clutching him to her breast, she groaned in the back of her throat.

He got up on his knees to place his hands on her pants zipper and practically rip them apart. He stripped the tight jeans from her body before gently removing the minuscule underwear she wore. Buffy leaned up on an elbow, and rolled her finger at him to come to her. Beck was not a stupid man. Here was an offer no sane man would refuse. Shimmying out of his pants, he practically dove onto the bed. Buffy rolled out of the way, then quickly back on top of him.

"Caught you."

She smiled down at him, as if she had won the lottery. He rolled back on top of her, and into her, all in one smooth motion. She wrapped her legs around the large body that rose above her. The way that he looked at her and touched her was indescribable, she couldn't remember ever feeling so small and feminine before, or so beautiful. He smiled down at her, his large body working hard to bring her pleasure. He arched his back to bring his face inline with hers.

They caught each other's sighs while their bodies mated, rushing toward their peak, and they fell over the edge together. Beck collapsed onto the pillow, pulling Buffy into his arms as he tried to catch his breath. She snuggled into his large, warm body. Her eyes started to close, but she struggled to keep them open.

"I think I'm going to keep you Beck." She yawned, and sleep finally won out.

He hugged her tightly, a large smile lit up his face as he followed her into sleep, or anywhere else, she cared to lead.

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