Title: Earth
Author: Carol A. Clarke
Email: Carol.Clarke@mail.state.ky.us
Feedback: YES, HELP! Need direction, love and encouragement, the name of a good therapist. Yes, I already know I suck at spelling, grammar and the English Language in general

Most people think I am bad. My mom always thought so, or at least when she was sober enough to actually talk. That is when she would tell me I was bad and hit me. Alcohol gave her aim for a good punch. When I was fourteen she died. It was the happiest day of my life.

She died: too much dope and booze, and Emma came for me. Emma never told me I was bad. No she told me I was a chosen one. Mostly I thought she was nuts, but the house was always clean. There was always food on the table. And she taught me cool stuff. She taught me how to fight.

At first I figured she would want to do me. You know the horizontal mambo. So it freaked me out a little when she didn't sleep with me. Since I thought the whole slayer thing was nuts at first, I sort of figured that's why she wanted me, to be her fantasy girl. Instead Emma treated me great. She didn't even get mad when I dropped out of school.

Emma never really got mad at me. My mom was always mad, so Emma kind of blew my mind. When I dropped out of school she just said, "Great, now you have more time to practice." When I dragged guys off the street and boinked their brains out. She just said, "Make sure to use protection. Can't have a pregnant slayer. "I couldn't believe that didn't shock her. It was kinda of why I did it, I needed to shock her.

Since that didn't work I dragged a girl home. It's not like I hadn't done it with girls before. Shows pay well. Tami was a girl from my street ho days. So, I was a prostitute, it put food on the table and drugs in my mom. At least we had money to live on.

"Anyway, I brought Tami home, not so much 'cause I liked her. No, I brought her home because she was noisy in bed. That, and into kink. Willow reminds me of her. Man, Willow was into kink. Really gets off on it. Yeah, Red has this kind of inner fire burning all the time, a passion. I don't usually like screwing a person more than once or twice, 'cause if I do it leads to me loving them and them getting attacked. Whenever I like having somebody around, they die or get killed of something. So, I like having just me.

Funny, I went to all this trouble to piss Emma off. My watcher. Try and get her mad at me. Just so she would be like my mom and I would know when the punches were coming. How I was supposed to act and stuff. Emma never changed, never got angry and when I got used to it, started liking the whole watcher slayer thing, I even got called and became a real slayer. It was so awesome. I was somebody, somebody important. Then Emma gets killed. The bastard made me watch. I should have died instead of her. It's a Bitch, isn't it? Mostly I think Emma got killed because I loved her.

Anyway after Emma died I was on the run. Kristos, kept me moving until I hit a town that had another slayer. Emma had told me there was another one in California. I didn't even warrant being the slayer. I was just the spare slayer. The other one.

So I find said slayer, and she was a hottie. I really wanted in those prissy pants of hers. I knew she would be the boink of the century. Only she was a "no go." Didn't stop me from trying. Yeah, well it worked in the end. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to tell you about Red.

Buffy, she's the slayer, had this friend. Girl wonder, like Velma from the Scooby gang. She was all fire. She also had this cute little werewolf boyfriend she was hugging and kissing and not touching at all. I knew he was head over heals in love with her. But she was in one of those, 'See I have a boyfriend and I am normal phases.' The passion just poured off of her. Only her passion wasn't for dog boy, it was for Buffy. She watched Buffy all the time. I mean she had it bad.

And I had a need to be bad. Sunnydale was one of those up tight little towns that needs a good screw to ease the tension. So within 3 weeks after I came to town, I had jumped most of the easy meat. I was about ready to pop. Slaying makes me real horny. And, I'm thinking, "Who is up to bat today?" While I'm looking, I hit the head and I find Red in there talking to herself. She does that a lot.

Instead of laughing at her, something hits me. Red is really cute. And I have already told you about the fire. So I think, hey she wants a slayer, I'll give her a slayer. I walk right up to her and kiss her hard. She was kissing me back, she slipped her tongue in. Man that surprised me. Still it was great.

Strange I didn't do more than kiss her for a week. I don't do mushy. Normally, I am in and then I am out. but I liked Red. Plus it was fun sneaking kisses around the Scooby gang. Only I don't do well without meat between my legs, so I was borking every piece of fresh meat I could find. Between Red and the slaying, I was over heated. When Red would say something about the revolving door of men, I would point out wolf boy and she would shut up.

Then after school one day, Red loves school, she shows up at my door all hot and bothered. So we party. Fire! It is the only way to describe Red in bed. She was the best lay of my life. Even the first time. I went down on her and she was so responsive and I thought, wow. Then something weird happened. She went down on me. For a first timer she did it really well. Mostly when I did girls, I was on top. Hell even when I boink guys, I'm on top. With Red it wasn't like that. It wasn't just boinking. We weren't in love or nothin', but it wasn't just a one-night stand. To be honest, I still don't know what happened.

She started coming over after school when Oz was at band practice. It was great but I got all freaked about it. So I tired pushing her away. Nope! Red saw through that. She would talk to me. No one ever talked to me after sex. Mostly because I either leave right away or throw them out. Not Red, She has one hell of a stubborn streak. Finally one night when she was still there, I kind of freaked a little too much.

I punished her the way my mom did me. I turned her over my knee. Pulled her right out from under the sheets and placed her across my lap. Then I spanked her. It must have hurt like hell. The first couple I didn't pull my punch. I hit her square on the bottom with slayer power. When I heard her cry I started pulling the spanks, not hitting her too hard. Still it was a good spanking. Her butt was almost as red as her hair. When I let her up, I expected her to yell. To call Buffy to beat me up. I really didn't think it out before I did it. I usually leave planning to everyone else.

Instead of screaming she slid off my lap, pushed open my legs, and boinked me. Went down on me hard. And she didn't let me off with just one orgasm either, no she rode me though two more. When she finished she curled up in my arms. Never even mentioned her ass, which must have stung like hell.

From that point on, no matter what I did to her, she would not leave me. She would stay with me, talking. She didn't always boink me after, but she did always stay with me. And I did do bad stuff to her. I tied her up, I spanked her regularly. Weird, but she got off on that. I fucked her up the ass twice. I never de-virginised her though, and she did ask me to one time. I wanted to leave that to Oz. Hell, I wasn't anything more than a passing attraction. I didn't want to be more than a passing attraction. People I love always die.

Finally, it reached a point where I had to push her away. I was starting to need her in my life. Hell, I was starting to need Buffy and all her goofy friends in my life. But I had to take care of Red first.

I had always wanted Buffy. And since Angel couldn't touch her without loosing his soul, I knew she was one hot horny slayer ready to pop. Even before Red, I was pushing Buffy's buttons to get in her pants. Finally, I kissed her on patrol. She was the hardest person I ever went after. But I chipped away and got in.

First it was just kissing on patrol. Then groping. I liked the groping. When we worked out together there was major groping when no one was looking. Then I got her at a weak moment. After we slay, the hormones, or something, is racing through your body. I am always wet, soaked between my legs when I finish slaying. Buffy is unbelievably wet after slaying. Since we are both slayers, I kind of have the advantage of secret knowledge.

After a while, we had a pattern. Grope during practice, kiss before we slay, go down on Buffy in the cemetery after we slay. Then off to find food. Buffy never went down on me; sure she fingered me, made sure I got off. But she never would go down on me.

Anyway, I was getting too close to both of them. Red in the afternoon and Buffy at night. It was too much, because it wasn't just sex. It wasn't love either but it wasn't just sex. They both talked to me. Tried to treat me nice. Hell, the first time Buffy fingered me, after I went down on her, I cried. Do you know how many guys, even women I have gone down on, given blowjobs, who just left once they got theirs. Buffy had to make sure I came too. She cared enough to see that I got off. Red did stuff like that too. It scared me more than the stupid vampires. More then Kristo killing Emma.

So I set them up. I had Red meet us in the cemetery. Timed everything perfectly. Red showed to find me between Buffys legs just minutes before she came. When I stood up to kiss her, Red took off running. And then Buffy slid her fingers into me, and kissed me back. I had meant to point out Willow running away but Buffy has talented hands. Damn, why does she have to care about me? Why did Red have to care?

Why can't they understand. I am earth. The dirt on the ground. I put out Fire, I live below the air, and water just becomes mud in me. Damn it, why did Buffy have to be Water to my Earth? If she stays close I'll get her killed too. Why can't they see, I can't love either one of them without getting them killed.