Title: Becoming Real
Author: Carol A. Clarke
Email: Carol.Clarke@mail.state.ky.us

Chapter 8
Treatment


Kate was wondering just how coherent the prisoner was going to be today. Some days the girl was totally out of it and others she was normal psychotic Faith. After spending the weekend with the Williamsons she wanted to check out something. Kate knew the slayer was in jail. She had been the officer in charge of the case once the slayer confessed to more then a dozen crimes. Faith Spencer had confessed with enough detail that Kate never questioned the girl’s guilt before. Before now that is.

Frank had called her up to find out about slayers. She had become the resident expert on the force on the supernatural after her father’s death. She had also become consumed with rage. Even now she lived more on hate then on anything else and it was all coming full circle for her. The Demon Angelus had come to LA from Sunnydale, The girl Faith Spencer had first killed in Sunnydale and now she had a report of another slayer working out of Sunnydale. The two days she had spent with the Williamsons had convinced her there was something evil afoot in the small southern California town.

“Look it’s Blondie.” Faith announced, as she was led into the conference room.

“How ya doing Faith?” Kate asked taking her place at the table.

“Bring me any smokes?”

Kate knew cigarettes were prison currency just like she knew the girl didn’t smoke. She tossed the prisoner two packs of cigarettes.

“Wow, two whole packs. The girl who knifed me in the stomach brings me two cartons when she visits.” Faith stated as she began looking around for an ashtray.

“Yeah but she likes you. I don’t.” Kate replied. She always meant to check out Faiths story. Who visited if anyone, her but she always forgot. “What are you looking for?” Kate finally asked, not that she didn’t already know.

“An ash tray, mom always gets mad if anyone smokes without an ashtray.” Faith said as she continued to look around the room. Sighing to herself Kate stood up and moved an ashtray over in front of Faith. Time had not helped the girl’s sanity. Why the hell it was so damn important for Faith to have an ashtray when she didn’t even smoke was beyond Kate.

Faith calmed down a bit and put the cigarettes in her breast pocket. “Hi Blondie.” Faith said as if she just realized the detective was there. Kate knew they kept the girl on a massive dose of behavioral medicine.

“Hi Faith, I want to ask you some questions.”

“Ok, look at this, Lily or maybe it was Bertha drew it for me. Not as good as Duncans, Buffy always gets the best for herself, see.” Faith then pulled out a torn sheet from a coloring book and showed it to her. It was a neatly colored she-hulk from a child’s coloring book. Kate knew the walls in Faiths cell were covered with crayon drawing by her two Reinfields. She still wasn’t sure exactly how the Slayer had gotten two Reinfields in jail with her but even Kate seemed to understand that she needed non-human servants. The Reinfields took care of her and saved the guards a lot of bumps and bruises.

“It’s very pretty.” Kate stated deciding her trip was a waste of time. Faith had not been able to focus in years.

“So what did you want to ask me?” Faith said surprising the detective.

“I wanted to ask you about Sunnydale?”

“The bad ass detective finally discovered the hellmouth?” Faith asked as her hands began to spin the ashtray.

“Hellmouth?” Kate asked

“The Mouth of Hell. You really should find a watcher. Kate stay out of Sunnydale, I know you think you're bad but you don’t know what bad is.” Faith said staring right into the detectives' eyes.

Then Faith took a depth breath and added. “Let me lick your pussy.”

Kate just smiled and shook her head.

“Ok you could lick my pussy.” Faith added her hands dancing inside her pants. This is when the other detectives would leave but not Kate. Faith had never been able to keep it together long. When Kate let Faith play with her own pussy she could get answers from the girl, often better answers than she gave when she didn’t masturbate in front of people.

“A friend of mine called me about another slayer in Sunnydale know anything about her?” Kate asked pointedly.

“Finger fuck me first.” Faith begged. Kate slid her chair back and said, “I thought you were the slayer.”

“I am one of them, no I am the slayer, fuck me, just touch me please.” Faith whined as she moved around the table and sat down in front of Kate. Her hand working overtime in her pants. Kate stood up and pulled Faith to her feet pulling the girl into her own body until Faith’s back was pressed into her front.

“The other slayer, what do you know about her?” Kate said roughly as her hand grabbed Faith’s wrist pulling her hand out of her pants. At this point she was well beyond what other officers did for answers.

“Just a slayer, a girl like me only not crazy. Just normal, she kills them… the ones you hate. She kills the vampires, Kate; you don’t have to be afraid of her. She kills them for you Kate.” Faith said breathing hard. Kate pushed her own hand in between Faiths legs, surprised by the amount of wetness there. Kate waited leaving her hand still, she wanted more information.

“How can I find her?” Kate asked flicking her hand hard against Faiths clit and then leaving it still. Faith was breathing extremely hard and she could feel the girls' whole body shaking with need. “How Faith?”

“You can’t” Faith lied. “I don’t even know who she is exactly. They don’t tell me anything here.” Faith may have wanted Kate but she would not betray Buffy again. Kate started to pull her hand out of Faiths pants and was surprised when she heard the girl sigh in pain. Even more surprised when she saw the real tears coming from her eyes.

“Please I need it.” She begged. Kate slid her hand back in her pants and slid two fingers inside the girls dripping pussy. She didn’t know why she was doing this, other then Faith gave her some of her best leads over the years.

They had taken Faith back to her cell. She had gone into the bathroom on the other side of the conference room to clean up and wash her hands. She no long felt anything after having sex with anyone much less the girl. There was just a deep numbness in her soul that seemed to grow larger every day no matter how many of those bastard vampire demons she killed.

Returning from the bathroom she started to put on her coat when her eyes fell on the picture of she-hulk, one of Faith’s Reinfields had colored for her. Kate smiled as she remembered another conversation she had with Faith on Rienfields. “So all slayers have Reinfields?”

“If they want to stay sane.”

Kate smiled. Rienfields were easier to find anyway.

“So if you trust her so much Frank why didn’t you just give her the girls name?” Martha shouted at her husband.

“Honey you know why I didn’t tell Kate I knew who the slayer was, you know what she is like. Kate has a good heart but she doesn’t know when to walk away.” Frank tried to explain. Honestly he had no idea why he had lied to his long time friend other than he liked the Rosenberg-Summers and he didn’t want them hurt.

Now that Duncan had caught up in school she had more time each day. Mostly she spent the extra time bug hunting in town. As long as it was light outside she was relatively safe. So she would wonder around the warehouse district looking for nice large bugs to eat on her way home from school. The warehouse district wasn’t exactly on her way home from school but it wasn’t really that far out of the way either. Sunnydale was a small town.

Duncan looked forward to the hunt each day. It was hard pretending to be human all day and it was nice for a short period each day to just be a Reinfield, to hunt bugs and play the way Rienfields have always done. Duncan had been hunting a rather large June bug for about an hour. Duncan actually liked the hunting part a lot better then the eating part. Her mistresses kept her well feed so she wasn’t really hunting for survival.

She was positioned on top of a crate and was just about to pounce on the bug when she heard the click of a gun and felt the burrow on the back of her head. If Buffy had been with her she would have been growling but since she was alone her Reinfield instincts told her to be docile. She was knocked off the crate by a hard blow and landed face down on the ground. She didn’t even try to move. She was then kicked several times hard in the stomach. She wanted to roll into a ball and protect herself but her instincts told her to lie as still as possible. A few more kicks and she was flipped on to her back. Then she felt a strong fist break her nose.

Blue blood dripped from her nose as she was hauled up on to her feet. Kate wondered why she felt so bad about hurting the little demon. She had to make sure the girl was really a Reinfield. Knocking them around and breaking their nose was the easiest way. When you got them alone Reinfields never fought back and unless they were mortally wounded their blood was red except when you broke their nose then it was blue. She wondered why she even bothered; the girl was clearly looking for dinner. Kate had watched the girl bug hunting for almost an hour. She had staked out this end of town for exactly that purpose, she wanted to catch a Reinfield.

Only Master Vampires, certain kinds of demons and slayers had Reinfields. If it belonged to a demon or vampire she wanted to call them out. She had been doing that a lot lately. Everytime she went up against another demon she have hoped it would be the last. It had become her own weird suicide ritual. They were all wussy. Why the hell couldn’t she find one lousy vampire that was strong enough to kill her?

Kate gave the girl a Kleenex to stop the bleeding. “Can you understand me?” Kate asked.

The girl nodded her head. Kate was used to the creatures not being able to talk. “Good, I have a message for your owner.”

“And you had to break my nose to give it to her.” Duncan had no idea why she had suddenly became so flippant. Her Reinfield instincts were screaming ‘shut the fuck up’ but her mind was freed the minute the woman had mentioned Buffy. Buffy she was allowed to protect and in her head that made a difference. Besides, Duncan reasoned, Reinfield instinct had got her beaten up already so what did she have to lose.

“You can speak?” Kate said a little shocked. The only Reinfields she had ever met had been little more then mindless sex slaves, most unable to talk and the few she had met that could, were only capable of few word answers before spreading their legs or licking someone’s pussy.

“No it’s another broken nosed Rienfield you're talking to?” High School did have its uses and Duncan had improved her comeback skill a great deal.

“Sorry I have never…. It doesn’t matter, I have a message for your owner.” Kate said staring at the girl wondering if she had made a mistake. Maybe the girl wasn’t a Reinfield.

“So what is the messa..” Duncan stopped mid-sentence as she looked down and saw the cucumber in the woman’s hand. Her race memories were enough to tell her what is was there for. Part of her heart sank; she had forgotten how messages were once sent to owners. Since Reinfields couldn’t speak well and were not taught to read or write, a neat little custom was invented to send messages by Reinfield. It was meant as an insult to the owners. Most Reinfields didn’t live after delivering the message. The ones who did wished they hadn’t survived.

“You know what this means?” Kate asked as she noticed where the girls' eyes were staring.

“All Reinfields know what it means.” Duncan said then added, “Do you?”

“Just un-zip your pants and bend over, I’ll try not to hurt you more then necessary.” Kate wondered why she had even bothered adding the last part. Most Reinfields were violated with larger objects. She still couldn’t believe what Faith used on her Reinfields and the women both seemed happy about it both purring like cats when Faith pounded them into the floor.

Duncan bent over one of the crates and undid her pants letting them drop to the ground. As long as the woman didn’t try to touch her pussy there was nothing she could do; her ass belonged to who ever wanted it.

Kate double-checked the rubberbands holding the sliced vegetable together. Her message was still inside. She then shoved the girl’s legs apart as wide as possible spreading her cheeks. “Just relax if you fight me it is going to hurt.”

“Have you ever had anything up your ass before lady. Trust me no matter what you do it is going to hurt.” Duncan said even if most of the statement wasn’t exactly true for her. Duncan liked it when Buffy put things up her ass but then Duncan loved just about anything Buffy did to her.

“Relax” Kate repeated as she carefully slid her message into the girl. Duncan grunted when it was about halfway in and Kate stopped for a minute. Then she pushed hard and the cucumber was all the way in. Reaching down Kate picked up the girl’s pants and pulled them up. Snapping the waist and zipping them up for the girl. Duncan grunted again and hopped over the crate. With a single motion she grabbed the June bug she had been chasing earlier and bit it in half. She wanted to make damn sure the woman saw her eating it. She may have to deliver the message but she didn’t have to like it.

Kate just stared at the girl. Staring her down, being bad ass tough cop Kate. Kate had seen humans try and psyche her out. LA gangs did even odder things so she just watched the girl without expression.

Duncan made a show of eating bugs for about twenty more minutes. She was extremely full when she left the ally. She was used to a couple of bugs a day and she had eaten about ten. She didn’t want the woman to follow her home so she went to the arcade for an hour. Then to the Bronze. She knew Buffy would be angry with her for being late, if the slayer didn’t kill her because she had a message. Plus the cucumber was hurting her. Mostly it was the loss of pride but it really didn’t feel that great walking around the city with a large vegetable up you ass.

“Where the hell have you been, we have been worried sick.” Buffy screamed at Duncan before she looked at the girl’s bruises. Both her eyes were black from the broken nose and she had a dozen other bruises as well from Kate.

“Duncan you're hurt.” Buffy finished running to the girl’s side. Willow and Tara were fast on her heals.

Hanging her head in shame, Duncan said, “Sorry, I am so sorry.” Her tears were pouring down her cheeks.

“What happened?” Buffy asked pulling the girl into her arms in a tight embrace.

Duncan let herself be hugged for a few minutes then pulled away. “I have a message.” Duncan bent over the couch and pulled her pants down. She could feel herself blushing.

Willow and Buffy immediately focused on her bruised ribs and side. Tara had the advantage of time. She knew the custom and where the message would be housed. Tara grabbed her wives each by the wrist and pulled them back and then pointed at the girl’s bottom. “It an old custom when calling a master vampire out to face a challenge. You send the appointed time to the vampire by violating his Reinfield. To make sure the vampire knows his property has been violated you leave the appointed time for the dual in a cucumber or gored stuff inside the Reinfield.” Tara explained clinically skipping over the usual rape of the Reinfield and the Reinfields painful death in the custom.

“I’m sorry.” Duncan said again as her tears flowed down her cheeks. Buffy grabbed the cucumber and pulled it free, tossing it off to the side. Then she pulled Duncan into her arms again kissing the girl gently. Duncan began to cry harder, letting herself be held by Buffy.

“Sshh, it’s ok. Everything will be ok.” Buffy said as her own tears join that of Duncans and her wives.

“Will you kill me now.” Duncan finally said breaking the silence. The girl was absolutely serious in her question.

“Why would you say that?” Buffy said between tears pulling the girl even tighter.

“Because that is what normally happens to a Reinfield once they deliver a challenge.” Tara explained placing her own hand on the girl’s back.

“Not to my Reinfield.” Buffy stated protectively.

“Not to our Reinfield.” Willow said hugging the girl from the other side of her wives.

“Definitely not to our Reinfield.” Tara said as she joined them in a group hug.

Later that night Buffy snuck down the stairs and picked up the cucumber pulling the rubberbands from around it.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Tara said from the other side of room where she had been sitting in the dark. Looking at her closely Buffy asked, “You're not Tara are you?”

“Her body.” The goddess answered.

“Which I left upstairs with my other wife and Duncan. “

“I remember. You spanked Duncan really hard so she would feel better, the poor girl won’t be able to sit for a few days and that wick tongue of yours, you licked the three of us silly. It is one of my fonder memories.” The goddess said smiling.

“I will never get the time thing will I.” Buffy asked.

“I don’t get the time thing and I am a goddess, Buffy I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Should I worry about this.” Buffy said opening up the vegetable and taking out the message.

“Yes but not the way you are thinking. It has opened a door that can no longer be closed.”

“Can you just say yes or no.” Buffy asked taking a seat on the couch.

“No I can’t. Free will problems if I just gave you the answers.” The goddess said sadly. Buffy was struck at how much like Willow the goddess seemed when she was in Tara’s body.

“So what can you tell me?”

“Hum, it will have to be cryptic.” The goddess said

“Fine”

“Hate destroys even good souls. Love can save souls given time and you have to learn to let go when you love someone just as you have to hang on when you love someone. Oh yeah goddesses never close doors without opening windows.”

“How many things did you plagiaries to get that bunch of bull?” Buffy asked.

“And that is why I love you Buffy Summers.” The Goddess said “Always a smart remark.” And with a blink of an eye Tara’s body and the goddess were gone.

Buffy looked down and read the note. “What kind of idiot holds a challenge in the center of a cemetery at midnight?” Buffy asked herself out loud after reading the note.