Chapter Four

A Stranger Among Us

 

 

 

The next morning Buffy walked into the house on Revello Drive and slammed the door shut.  She was in a bad mood.  After the dream, she had tried to lose herself in Riley but of course that didn’t work.  She did have an orgasm but Riley was just Riley he certainly didn’t have the proper tools to satisfy her.  She was only able to cum because behind her closed eyes it was the bastard that she was riding and that’s what put her in a bad mood.

 

“Mom?”  She called out.  She walked into the kitchen where she found Joyce drinking a cup of coffee “Hi sweetie.”  Joyce looked at her daughter and saw the frown on her face “having a bad day?”

 

“You have no idea.”  She grabbed a soda out of the fridge “I’ll be up in my room.”  Joyce watched her walk away a frown settling on her face.  Buffy hardly spoke to her anymore; actually she hardly spoke to anyone anymore.  She rarely ever came home and when she did she hid away upstairs in her room.  She was worried about her maybe she should talk to Rupert.  She looked at her watch; damn I’m going to be late.

 

Grabbing her jacket and briefcase she walked to the door “Buffy I have to go to the gallery.”  She called out but no one answered.  She then remembered that she forgot to tell her the good news.  She quickly climbed the steps and made the turn towards Buffy’s room, she opened the door and was stunned to see her oldest daughter with her hand around the neck of her young sibling, holding her up against the wall with her feet dangling in the air. 

 

“OH MY GOD!  BUFFY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”  Rushing into the room she ran over and tried to tear Buffy’s hands off of Dawn.

 

Buffy sneered at her. “She was in my room…” she banged Dawn against the wall “…going through my things!”

 

“Oh my God Buffy LET HER GO!”  Joyce was earnestly trying to release Buffy’s hold, but Buffy was so much stronger she had no problem shaking Joyce off.

 

She leaned down into Dawns reddening face. “Not until she swears to stay out of my room.” 

 

Dawn was sputtering desperately trying to breath. “I…swear…I…swear!”

 

Buffy dropped her like a rag doll and turned cold empty eyes to them.  “Good, now get out and stay out of my way.”  She turned away from a coughing Dawn and a shocked Joyce and stared out the window.

 

Joyce looked at the back of her daughter who was this stranger?  This couldn’t be my daughter?  Taking Dawns shaking form in her arms she led her out of the room quietly closing the door behind her.

 

**

 

“Rupert I was so scared.  I didn’t know what to do!  Not that I could have done anything.  I tried, really I tried but she wouldn’t budge, she barely listened to me.  What’s happened to her?”

 

Giles watched Joyce pace in his living room his concerns clearly etched on his face.  He was also worried about Buffy lately she seemed so distant, so cold.  He had been watching her for sometime now slowly sinking into an abyss of darkness.  And he didn’t know what to do about it.

 

Now with this new occurrence he was more than worried he was literally afraid for her soul.  She seemed to be tumbling further and further away from him and everyone she knew and he had no idea what to say or do to help her.

 

“Joyce I know you are concerned, as am I, but we need to calm down and think about this rationally.”

 

“Rationally…Rupert I really don’t know if I can think rationally when my eldest daughter is clearly losing her mind!”

 

He took off his glasses rubbing them with his shirt. “I don’t think it’s that serious Joyce.  She’s not losing her mind I think that perhaps she is going through something personal that maybe she is having a hard time overcoming.”

 

Joyce scoffed. “Something personal?  Who are you kidding Rupert?  She’s been like this for six months and it’s just getting worse.  You know the cause as well as I, I just wish I knew exactly what the hell happened.”  She smacked her fist into her hands pacing back and forth, feeling righteous anger on behalf of her daughter.

 

Giles looked at Joyce wondering how much he should tell her. She had dealt with a lot the last couple of years and unfortunately things were only going to get worse for her. He really liked Joyce. In fact he would even go so far as to say that he had a crush on her. Ever since the incident with the candy bars, he laid awake many nights remembering their time spent together.  He wondered if she ever thought about it.  Either way he had a strong emotional bond to this woman, which sometimes made him uncomfortable.  But maybe the bond he felt with her wasn’t so strange considering he felt like a father to both her children.

 

With all of these confusing feelings toward her he didn’t like lying, but he decided that for the time being, the least bit of information was best. “I spoke with Wesley right after she came back.”

 

She stopped her pacing and looked at him. “And what did he say?”

 

“He said that they argued over Faith and then he told her to go home.”  Giles left out the last bit about how he told her to go home.  When Wesley told him he had actually applauded Angel for doing it so heartlessly because he believed that his Slayer would finally get over the souled vamp and move on with her life. 

 

Instead it backfired on all of them.  Because as soon as she got back from LA she was a woman possessed, she wasted no time in going after Adam and the Initiative, one by one.  He could easily remember the empty look on her face when she rammed her sword in to the stomach of Maggie Walsh.

He was shocked that she could so heartlessly murder a human.  But she did with no sign of showing any remorse.  She just pulled her sword out of Walsh’s gut, wiped the blood off with a swipe against her leather pants and moved on to the next one.   

 

After the total annihilation of the Initiative, it was the Dracula incident next.  He still wasn’t clear about how Spike found out his information but he said he saw Dracula sitting on the Slayer’s bed. One minute he had her in his thrall, seducing her with his hypnotic gaze and moving in for the kill, when he mentioned Angel’s bite mark on her neck. She snapped out of whatever thrall he had her under and before Dracula knew what hit him, with lightening speed she whipped out a stake and rammed it straight into his heart.  She then casually whisked away his dust with a flick of her wrist and went to sleep.

 

No Giles was deeply concerned because after talking to Wesley it seemed that not only was his Slayer slowly slipping away but Angel as well.  He had returned to his old habit of solitude.  He rarely spoke to them and there was a constant mix of guilt, anger and hardness in him. He was slowly but surely turning into a callous being with not an ounce of compassion.

 

So it seemed to both the disgruntled ex-watchers that they had some troubling times ahead of them.  With both of their champions running around like lose cannons where did that leave them?

 

“Joyce I understand that you are upset and I am in full agreement with you.  But we must proceed with caution.”  He put his arm on her shoulders and steered her toward the door “I want you to go home and comfort Dawn. Let me think about this and I’ll call you later tonight.”

 

Joyce looked at the man who had become the surrogate father to her daughters and a good friend and her heart filled with warmth.  He had been so kind to her and the children from day one and she honestly didn’t know what she would have done without him.  Sometimes when she looked at him she got a warm fuzzy feeling inside. It would make her blush, because she was not a schoolgirl.  Grown woman didn’t get feelings like that.  So she would just push them aside.  Except for that one night when they were both under a spell, she figured that he probably didn’t feel the same and that it was best to keep her feelings to herself.

 

“Thank you Rupert for everything you do, for them and me.”  She softly kissed him on the cheek gave him a small sad smile and left.

 

**

 

Dawn sat on the back porch trying to figure out what she did wrong and why her sister hated her so much.  Something had happened to her since the last time she had seen her and she didn’t know what it was.  And it wasn’t like anyone would tell her.  Not little old insignificant me she thought.

 

She had asked Willow what had happened, but she only shook her head and told her not worry that Buffy would work things out in her own time.  Her mom and Xander had all said the same thing.  Even though they wouldn’t tell her, she wasn’t stupid and she knew that there was only one person in this world that could get such a reaction out of her usually so controlled sister.  Angel.

 

She wished that she could talk to him.  She always liked Angel.  He was always nice to her and treated her like a person and not an annoying little girl.  Telling her stories of his adventures and all the marvelous places he had been. Maybe he would tell her what happened.

 

She ran inside the house and upstairs. Grabbing the phone she went into the bathroom and locked the door.  She dialed the number that she had memorized.

 

The phone rang and rang till someone finally picked up. “Hello Angel Investigations we help the hopeless and we’re willing to help you for the right price.”

 

Dawn snickered, the same Cordelia “Hi Cordy.”

 

“Dawn?  Hey what’s up?”

 

“Is Angel there?”

 

Cordy heard the unspoken plea in her voice “I’m sorry Dawnie he’s sleeping.”

 

Dawn shoulders slumped “Oh…I really need to talk to him, do you think you could wake him up.”

 

Cordelia huffed into the receiver “Dawnie I like you but I don’t like you that much.  He’s been seriously wacky lately and I try to avoid him as much as possible.”

 

“Oh okay.  Can you tell him I called?”

 

“Sure sweetie, I’ll talk to you soon. Bye.”  Cordelia hung up the phone with a frown on her face.  She looked up the stairs towards his room and made a silent prayer that the souled vamp would soon find his way out of the darkness that was slowly taking control.

 

 

Chapter Five