Return To Sunnydale (13/?)
Sequel to Marooned
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http://www.dymphna.net/monkeys/pictures.html"Pay dirt!" Smith’s hired help mumbled as he perched in the tree, trying to hold his video camera steady.
The man couldn’t believe his eyes. He had hardly been tailing this slayer, and already he had filmed her in the arms of two different men. This tape should make him a tidy sum.
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Buffy squinted up at the soldier. "What are you doing?"
"Giving you what Faith can’t." Riley leaned forward and kissed her.
"No. Riley, don’t."
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Part 13 - Discoveries
Spike circled back. He just wanted to check on Buffy and make sure that she was snug in her bed. *Something about those damn slayers can just grow on ya.* The vampire chuckled to himself as he drew closer to the slayer’s house.
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"Buffy, please." The farm boy pleaded. *If only we could sleep together again…* He knew it was good before she had told him so.
The little blonde gazed up at him and shrugged. "What is it you want?"
"You know." He tilted his head down and tugged at her jeans. "To make you feel good. Let me try."
Buffy blinked back her confusion. "You want to go down on me?"
"Yes." He breathed out nervously. The whole cunnilingus thing was still a mystery to him, but he was always willing to try. Buffy had a sweet taste, and she shaved most of the hair off. In fact, Riley would have to say she had the best-groomed pussy he’d ever seen. He just wasn’t too sure on what to do with it.
Luckily, he wasn’t too worried about competing with Faith’s last performance. She couldn’t possibly satisfy Buffy the way he had. The farm boy was rather proud of his size. And as he recalled, Faith was a selfish lover.
"Are you sure?" Buffy chewed her bottom lip. She was so incredibly horny. *What harm could it really do? At worse, it’s dull as usual, but maybe I’ll get lucky… maybe, he improved.* The alcohol had severely affected her judgment. The little slayer slurred her response. "Sure, why not? But you’ll have to try figuring things out yourself, I’m too drunk to be an active participant."
Buffy lifted her bottom so Riley could pull down her jeans and panties. She could just pretend it was Faith’s mouth. But the second his lips touched her that idea was out the window. In no way, could she evenly remotely pretend it was Faith. He was a stark contrast to her last lover. And, even though at one time she’d found him acceptable in bed; now he was no longer tolerable.
It wasn’t just his horrible lack of skill or his rough mouth. She just couldn’t enjoy it. It wasn’t Faithy. "No, stop. I can’t."
"But I’m not ready to give up." Riley peered up at her, confused.
"You should be." Buffy roughly shoved him away. "We’ll talk about this later. I’m just too drunk right now to think clearly. But that helped sober me up, thanks."
Her bedroom window opened. "Slayer?"
She recognized Spike’s voice. "Hold on." The inebriated blonde tried tugging on her jeans. She couldn’t let the vampire see what they were doing.
"So that’s why?!" The soldier rose to his feet, furious. She hadn’t just been two-timing him with Faith but with Spike as well.
The vampire gasped. "Is that Crew Cut?" He climbed in despite Buffy’s objections. Taking in Buffy’s half dressed state, he rushed the soldier ignoring the splitting headache it produced.
"Enough! Both of you just leave!" Buffy pulled the blanket over her half-naked form.
"I would, Slayer. But I found some ponce peeking in your window and videotaping you." With that the vampire leaned back out and yanked Smith’s hired man through the window. "Is this some local pervert?"
"What?! You’re a liar! Buffy, this is probably a trick to give him some lame excuse to come back. Now he can play the hero. That’s pretty pathetic! Even for you Spike!" Riley’s tone was one of utter disbelief.
"Pathetic?! That’s a laugh!" Spike gestured back at him. "You wanna see pathetic?! Why don’t you have a look in the mirror?!"
"That’s it! Buffy, let me stake him!" Riley moved toward the chipped vamp with intent to finally be rid off him.
"NO!" Buffy shouted as she managed to finally pull on her jeans. "Everyone shut up!"
Her bedroom door opened, and in rushed, Mrs. Summers carrying a very upset little monkey. "What’s going on?!"
"It’s okay, mother. Riley was just leaving." Buffy took Mr. Peepers from her mother. The tiny monkey had been reaching for her and screeching. He was frightened by all the noise and activity in his blonde mommy’s room. It was his complaints that had actually woken Mrs. Summers.
The soldier boy glanced around the room. Everyone was staring at him, even the councilman’s slightly battered crony. Spike obviously had given him a few punches. Riley nodded and headed for the door. "I’ll call you tomorrow, Buffy."
After his retreat, the slayer handed her mother the monkey. "Can you put him back to bed? I’ll handle this."
"Yes, of course, dear. But who’s this?" Mrs. Summers glanced at the bruised man next to Spike.
"That’s what I intend to find out." Buffy stepped toward the man as her mother left the room. "Spike, where did you find him?" She roughly shoved him to the floor and snatched his camcorder.
"He was up in that tree." Spike pointed at the large elm just outside her window.
The little slayer’s eyes narrowed. "Who are you?! And why were you taping me?!" Tearing the video tape from the camera, she crushed it.
The man’s eyes got big. "Look, I’m just doing this for money. I’ve nothing against you, slayer."
"British! And I’m guessing, the Watchers’ Council! But why?" She approached in a menacing manner, fist raised.
The man had to think fast or he was dead. If not by her hand, then by the Council if he divulged the fact that Faith was still alive. He sputtered, cowering out of striking distance. "They sent me to check on you."
"I smell a rat!" Spike walked over and stomped on the man’s camera. It gave a satisfying crunch. The vampire smirked. "That’s a little better. Now start talking, before I step on you next!" He was going to have to be forceful; he could tell the slayer was still a bit too drunk to think clearly.
"I was sent here to get some tape of the slayer. That’s all." The man edged toward the window.
"Why?! She’s not their slayer anymore. They should have a new one!" Spike paused and looked back over at Buffy, but she wasn’t as quick as usual. In fact, she appeared even more confused then before. "Do they?!"
"I don’t know what you mean." The man whimpered and jumped for the window.
Spike took two strides to recapture him, then lifted Smith’s man by the collar and shook him like a rag doll. "They don’t have a new slayer, do they?!"
Buffy snapped out of her daze and snatched the man from Spike. "Tell me, or I’ll kill you!"
Terror filled the man’s eyes as he gazed down into the slayer’s determined face. "No. There’s no new slayer."
"That must be why they sent him here to spy. They need you back." Peering over at Buffy, Spike noticed tears rolling down her cheeks. "Slayer, what is it?"
"Why wasn’t another slayer called?!" She tightened her grip on the man’s neck.
"I don’t know… I don’t know." He choked out the words, looking to Spike for help.
"Don’t look at me. She can kill you for all I care!" The vampire snorted, contemptuously. He paced about, aching for a cigarette so that he could think more clearly. "Maybe, a new one wasn’t called because Faith had abandoned her duty… or some rot like that?!" Spike waved his hand, glancing back over at the disheveled, little blonde.
Her voice was so quiet as to be a whisper. "Or she’s not dead." Buffy dropped the man to the floor, and he scampered toward to window. When Spike moved to stop him, the slayer held up her hand. "Let him go. He’s told us enough. I’ll find out if Faith is alive on my own. I’m not going to trust the Council’s word anymore."
Part 14 - To England, Please
Smith’s man peeked back through the window. It appeared that they weren’t going to give chase. He breathed a sigh of relief, then reached around on the roof for where he had stashed the actual tape. Lucky for him, Spike had left him unattended for a few moments. Having seen Riley, the vampire immediately entered Buffy’s room to attack.
The distraction had given Smith’s hired man just enough time to slip a blank tape into his camcorder and safely hide the other. Now he still had the goods. The man deftly slipped from the roof, landing without making a sound.
He just had to get back to England quickly, and he would still get paid. Once he turned over the tape though, he’d need to leave town as soon as possible. He felt confident that he would have enough time to get away before this slayer appeared in England. *Let this bitchy slayer surprise them; I’ll be long gone by then.*
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Buffy strode into the Magic Shop with purpose. She set Mr. Peepers down next to Anya who immediately picked him up. "Hi there. I like your t-shirt. Winnie the Pooh was a favorite of Xander’s too."
"Anya, please." Xander called out, slightly embarrassed. "Nobody’s interested in that. Besides, the Buffster came in here looking rather intense. What’s up?" He turned toward the very wound up slayer.
"A new slayer wasn’t called!" Buffy turned to look as Giles. "Why didn’t you tell me?!"
He fumbled for an explanation. "I was… we were… I mean, we thought maybe it was best to wait until we found out more."
"WAIT! YOU WANTED TO WAIT!" The slayer shrieked as she walked toward her watcher. "I’m going through hell, and you wanted to wait?!"
"Buffy, calm down. Remember, Giles doesn’t know." Willow intervened.
"Know what?" Giles looked from the witch to the slayer.
Buffy took a breath, "Okay, there’s no time for this. We have to find out if Faith is still alive."
"We have been working on a locating spell, but so far we’ve come up with nothing. That could just mean that she’s out of the country." The watcher removed his glasses.
"For instance, England maybe?!" The little blonde snapped angrily.
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Faith removed the white tape carefully from her hands. She always made sure to tape up before working out on the bag. *Boxing really scrapes up the knuckles.* The slayer thought idly as she made her way back toward her room. She needed to get a shower in before dinner. Being drenched in sweat was one of her least favorite things. *Well, except for when it’s from sex.* Faith thought with a smirk.
She was about to close her door when Smith stepped forward. "Faith, I need to talk to you."
The brunette eyed him suspiciously. They shared a mutual dislike for one another. She couldn’t imagine what he could possibly want. "Yeah, alright." She stepped to the side. "Come in."
Part 15 - Sex, Lies and Videotape
"Faith, there’s something that I think you should be shown." Smith stepped toward the VCR. "I think it’s only fair for you to know that Quentin did some heavy editing of the tape. Here are the outtakes." He removed a videotape from his coat pocket and slipped it in.
Faith felt her heart stop as the tape began to play. She could just barely make out Buffy’s bedroom. It was a little dark. Moving closer to the tv, Faith reached up and fast forwarded the tape to where Riley came into view.
The dark slayer watched with an increasing feeling of dread as the farm boy sat on the bed next to Buffy. *Oh god, that’s B.* Faith touched the screen, tears welling up in her eyes. She knew what was coming.
Riley started unbuttoning Buffy’s blouse. The brunette cringed as he reached into the little slayer’s shirt and felt her up then the soldier leaned in to kiss her. Faith felt sick; Buffy was lifting her hips so beefstick could slip off her jeans.
Unable to wait, the raven haired slayer grabbed the remote from Smith and shoved him back. She hit the scan button to speed it up, and watched in horror. *She’s letting him go down on her?!* Faith stopped the tape and rewound it. This time, letting it play at regular speed while the tears coursed down her cheeks.
Smith cleared his throat, feigning discomfort. "I really hated to be the one to show you this. But honesty is the best policy. It stops a little abruptly, I know. But our cameraman is a bit shy. I guess he didn’t feel comfortable filming the whole show."
The slayer turned toward him.
"I… I… um… I better go now. They’re expecting me." Smith stuttered, stumbling toward the door in terror. But Faith didn’t move; she just stared at him as he fled.
Pressing the rewind, she played it again. *That’s my B… spreading her legs for the clean marine.* Faith reached out and touched the screen. This was familiar territory; Buffy had done exactly what Faith had expected. *Why am I even surprised?!… Must be because I’m such a friggin’ moron!!!* The dark-eyed beauty laughed, wiping at her tears. *This is actually too funny! She got me back! Maybe someone is filming this?!*
Faith glanced around the room looking for cameras. *Yeah, they’re filming this right now to show her how pathetic I really am!* The brunette started opening cabinets and flinging things around the room, searching. "You fuckers! I know you have a camera in here! You played me! You played me!" Faith screamed, smashing things in the room.
By the time her frenzy was over she had broken almost everything. Everything except the tv, which kept showing her the tape.
Rewind…. Play… Rewind… Play… Rewind… Play…
*You thought that you meant something to her?!…Ha!Ha! What a joke!… You even thought that she might actually love you?!… Ha! Bigger joke!… She forgot about you the second she got back to Sunnydale!… Never came looking for ya, did she?!… NO!… Sucker!*
Faith laid on her bed and sobbed.
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Buffy peered out the plane window. *God, this is torture!* She fidgeted nervously. The flight felt like it was taking forever.
Willow reached across and took her hand. "It’s okay. We’re almost there."
The little slayer gave her a grateful smile. "Wil, I don’t know if understand how much this means to me. Giles thinks she must be alive too. It’s gotta be true, right?" The apprehension crept back in her voice.
"We won’t know until we land, and we can do the location spell. But it looks very promising." The red head reassured, patting her hand. "Just try and get some sleep."
TBC...
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