Title: Wolf Pack
Chapter Title: The Following
Author: Baby Blues
E-mail: purely_blissful@hotmail.com
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, but the story is.
Summary: Buffy returns home and thinks about a few things and later gets a call from her friends telling her the events that occurred after she left.
Dedication: To Skinny, you need more college courses, sucka! You are such a slacker!
Excerpt:
~Willow: Wesley has a good feeling about him.
~Buffy: He's the only one.
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Buffy reached the Summers-Giles' home just as dawn slowly climbed its way above the horizon in a golden halo of orange, yellows, pinks, and reds. It was a beautiful sight as the promise of a picturesque day continued to rise as she ascended up the steps of her home, naked and filthy.
Her hands and feet were bleeding from her night long run through the woods. She had been running all night, not once bothering to stop to take a breather or a rest. She was driven with a powerful surge to get away. She just wanted to get home, especially after finding out that she had just named her self Mate of the Leader.
Buffy limped up to her room, noticing that her mother was already sleeping peacefully in her own room down the hall. The battle in the woods took place too far from the town. It was a few hours drive, no wonder she took all night to get home and her mother was already sleeping quietly.
Buffy was just glad she was safe. No prominent bruises except for a cut on her mother's forehead, but other than that, she looked fine.
She entered the bathroom and sighed as she took in her rumpled form. Her hair was tousled; completely wild and untamed as crushed leaves adorned it here and there. A few smudges of dirt marred her skin, and the scratches of the twigs and sharp rocks in the woods had already made their marks on her body.
She looked like a cavewoman who had just gone through hell.
She turned on the shower and let the water run until it was nice and hot before she stood underneath its spray, enjoying the feel of the warmth of the water heat and comfort her. She then opened her eyes and stared at the dull white tiles before her, picturing Angelus' naked body beneath the moonlight as his words echoed loudly in her mind.
~I'm pack leader now . . . and you will be mine.~
He was right. She'll end up being his in the end no matter how much she tried to resist him. The pack will want the winner of the Moon Dance with the victorious leader. Not only that but the Moon Goddess and the Shadow King had called it.
It was the way of the laws . . . of their ancestors. And she also knew she wouldn't be able to resist him personally. He was not only a gorgeous specimen of a werewolf, but the danger and the excitement he was surrounded with attracted her like a moth to a flame.
She could still picture his piercing dark eyes roaming over her, caressing her with just a look. She could still remember the way it made her tingle with yearning, making her wish that just for once she can act with lack of control and be as risky as him.
She remembered the way his touch, just a simple one at that, made her quiver . . . and how his kisses made her weak with desire.
She groaned at the memory of his lips pressed deeply against her own.
Jesus . . . just to feel his mouth all over her body . . .
Buffy mentally punched herself.
Well . . . if she was going down, she wasn't going to go down without a fight. She was stubborn like that . . . a fighter who didn't back down from challenges such as Angelus.
She turned the showerhead off and toweled herself dry. She was going to get some sleep, let herself heal, and think about everything else (including Angelus) later . . . that is unless she dreamed about him. Which was something she found herself doing every night since she met him.
With a sigh and a last lingering picture of Angel's handsome face . . .
Wait . . .
Angel?
. . . Well . . . it was a suiting nickname for such a handsome man . . .
And with that last thought, Buffy drifted into the welcoming arms of darkness.
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A knock on the door woke Buffy from her blissful sleep. She grumbled incoherently and opened one eye, blinking as the mid-afternoon sun shone down on her, making her look like a golden angel in her sea of white sheets, pillows, and fluffy comforters.
"Honey, you have a phone call," Joyce said, her voice full of concern for her young daughter.
Buffy rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up from bed, not really caring that she was still naked beneath her covers. She liked sleeping in the nude, it gave her a sense of freedom.
"Hello?"
"Buffy."
"Buff."
"Hey, Will, Cordy," she muttered as she fell back into her bed, sinking into her bed as she snuggled even deeper within its warm embrace.
"Where the hell did you run off to?" Cordelia shrieked angrily, "We were worried. Some of the men searched for you and what's his face."
"Angelus?" Buffy offered.
"Whatever."
"I'm sorry, but I had to get out of there," she tired young woman said through the phone.
"Give her a break, Cordy. You would've done the same," Willow teased lightly. Cordelia only scoffed in response.
"Not to sound like a bitch or anything but . . . is there another reason for this call? I've been running all night and I feel like I'm gonna die if I don't get anymore sleep . . . that or pass out or something even worse," Buffy said, the sound of regret in her voice.
"Yeah, there is. First off, Spike went completely ballistic that Angelus had won. You should've been there, it was classic. We should've brought a camera," Cordelia said, laughter in her tone, "Second, your mate's friend kept hitting on me all night."
"You did not mind it," Willow taunted.
"And third," Cordelia said, ignoring Willow's comment, "What happened between you and the new pack leader?"
Buffy smiled. "First of all, Spike can be such a drama queen sometimes, and if he hadn't been such a male, he would've had a great advantage in the battle," Buffy lied, knowing Angelus would have won anyways, "Second of all, Angelus is not my mate . . . "
"Yet," Willow interrupted.
"And third," Buffy almost growled, a little frustrated from what Willow had said, "Nothing happened between me and Angelus. He never caught up. I think I lost him."
"Please, give me a break, Buff. That wolf was to close to your ass that he would've taken you right there and then," Cordy smirked.
Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Anyhow, like it really matters now," she said off handedly, "You'll end up mated with him sooner or later. But I thought you weren't going to join the fight."
"Well . . . I thought so too," Buffy replied, "But when Faith started attacking . . . I got protective. Especially when she went after my mom."
"Oh, but you should've seen her . . . " Cordelia said happily, "Beaten into a pulp. Black and blue . . . and other interesting colors that I never knew existed. It was quite pretty, like a Picasso. You did a pretty good number on her."
Buffy winced. "Even if I don't really enjoy her, I still hope she's okay," Buffy said worriedly.
"She'll survive," Cordelia said nonchalantly.
"Well, we're just glad that you ended up as our queen instead of Faith. I don't think the pack would survive if we had to follow her," Willow said.
"I'm no queen, Will," Buffy said.
"Whatever," Cordelia muttered, causing Buffy to smirk.
"Wait. I have a question. How are the others reacting to . . . well . . . the news?" Buffy asked.
"They're a little hesitant about the whole thing, but I think they're just happy that we have a leader," Willow replied.
"They would've been happier if it was one of our own who had won, but it didn't turn out that way," Cordy added.
"We're all gonna have to get used to it," Buffy said and the girls silently agreed.
"Wesley has a good feeling about him," Willow piped in.
"I think he's the only one," Buffy mumbled.
Continued to Chapter 9: The Kiss
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