Fic: "Demon Sword" (1/5)

[cdybedahl]

Shortly after I found myself unemployed due to the company I worked for going under, I had this idea for a fic. And, for the first time in a much too long while, I actually had the mental energy left over to write it.

It's a Buffy the Vampire Slayer story. It's femslash. It's pretty much just plain porn with a thin excuse for a plot pasted on. If you don't like explicit descriptions of young women having sex, this is not the story for you.

The pairings involved are Buffy/Cordelia, Buffy/Faith and Buffy/Willow. The setting is some time after Wesley shows up but before Faith goes overtly off the rails. So, around "Doppelgangland" somewhere. The entire story is about eleven thousand words, which LJ thought was too long for one post, so you'll get it posted by chapter. This is the first.

Enjoy. Or not, as the case may be.

(If you'd prefer the get the entire story in one go, or get it as PDF or plain text, you can find that in my personal archive.)

Demon Sword (1/5)

Written by Calle Dybedahl

Intro

Buffy strode into the Sunnydale High School library. She was, as usual, dressed stylishly but affordably, and was on this occasion tossing a sword into the air and catching it by the hilt. Faith entered behind her, looking pretty much like her darker shadow both in style and demeanor.

"Got the sword from the statue," Buffy chirped. "And boy did that thing not want us to have it."

"I'll be picking shrapnel out of my hair for days," Faith muttered.

"So, can I get with the demon slaying now..." Buffy said. The sentence petered out as the mood of the people in the library finally got through to her.

"Ok," she said. "What's wrong?"

Willow was sitting at the table, a huge old book open before her. She hadn't even looked up from the text when the two Slayers entered. Behind her, Giles was standing cleaning his glasses. Wesley stood next to him, fussily adjusting his cuffs and tie. Xander sat on the table, looking pretty much as usual, and on the stairs leading to the upper level Cordelia sat polishing her nails.

"You got the sword?" Giles said, with a transparent effort to sound cheerful.

"Right here," Buffy said, waving the sword around. It left a faint glowing trail in the air.

"Which one of you actually took it from the guardian?" he said.

"She did," Faith said. "Why?"

"Did anything in particular happen when she did?"

"Yeah," Faith said. "There was like a red glow that surrounded her for a moment."

"Wait, what?" Buffy said, turning to face her fellow Slayer. "I didn't notice any glow!"

Faith shrugged. "It went away, so I thought it was no biggie."

Buffy spun around again.

"Giles!" she spat. "What's going on?"

Giles started polishing his glasses again.

"The sword was made by one demon cult in order to foil the works of another demon cult," Wesley said. "They meant it to be used by a champion of theirs. A kind of cultural hero, for them."

Buffy tossed the sword onto the table, making just about everyone else jump. She dropped into a free chair.

"So now I'm this demon champion?" she asked.

"You may be," Wesley said. "Which is basically a good thing, because only the champion can actually use the sword to stop the end of the world."

"Ok," Faith said, jumping up onto the tabletop and resting her feet on the armrest of Buffy's chair. "So how do we find out if she is this champion or not?"

"It's not so much a question of finding out if she is as one of her becoming the champion," Giles said. "Right now, she is a possible champion. If she manages to finish a task before sunrise, she will be the champion and can use the sword."

Buffy groaned. "I have a French test tomorrow! I can't be out slaying all night!"

"I don't have a test," Faith said. "I could do it."

"I'm afraid you can't, Faith," Giles said. "The red glow you saw means that Buffy is the current candidate, and nobody else can even try until she succeeds or dies."

"Downer," Faith said. "Hey, B, I could take the French test for you."

Buffy smiled up at Faith.

"Thanks," she said. "But no thanks."

She turned to Giles.

"Hit me," she said. "What do I have to do to become this champion?"

Giles cleared his throat. Willow, who still hadn't looked up from the book, blushed. Wesley, having very thoroughly cleared his glasses, put them on.

"Youneedtodespoilthreemaidensbeforesunrise," he said.

Mentally, Buffy picked the sound apart into a sentence. Then she did it again, to make sure.

"I need to what?," she said.

"To prove your evil," Giles said, "you need to despoil three maidens."

Buffy glared at him. "And in English that means...?"

"Before the sun rises, you have to have sex with three women who have not born children," Wesley said. "Or you die. Maybe. We think. The text is not clear."

"And in any case it doesn't matter much," Xander added, "since the demons are holding their end-the-world ceremony at lunch tomorrow, so at worst you'll just die a few hours before the rest of us."

"Midday," Giles muttered. "Not 'lunch'."

Buffy looked like someone had hit her over the head with a two-by-four.

"I have to sleep with women?" she said. "To prove I'm evil?"

"Not so much with the women's lib or gay rights in the dark ages," Cordelia said.

Faith laughed.

"Damn, B!" she said. "You get all the best curses!"

She jumped down from her seat on the table and stood behind Buffy's chair, leaning on the backrest.

"So," she said, "who are the lucky three going to be? You have any secret lesbian lovers who might be willing to help?"

"Faith!" Buffy exclaimed.

"Hey, just checking. You never know."

Buffy glared at her.

"No," she said. "I have no lesbian lovers, secret or otherwise."

"Well, perkytits," Faith said. "You better get some in a hurry, then."

Buffy wilted. "Oh, God," she said. "Giles? Please tell me you have a plan."

This time, Giles blushed.

"Well," he said. "There are three eligible women right here in the library."

For a moment, Buffy's mind blanked. Then her gaze quickly jumped from Willow to Cordelia to Faith.

"Oh no," she said. "Oh nononono. There must be another plan. A better plan. A plan not involving any sex, and particularly not sex with my friends. Or Cordelia."

She got a brief glare from the not-friend in question.

"Perhaps," Wesley tried, "we could find some ladies of negotiable affection..."

"No way to know if they count as maidens," Giles said.

"I guess not," Wesley said. "Well then, ladies, you will just have to..."

His voice dwindled to nothing under the force of Buffy's glare.

"Giles?" she said, very slowly.

"I really don't see many alternatives, Buffy," he said. "We can't try to break the curse, because it's needed to save the world. We might be able to modify it, but not before sunrise. And I can't think of a reliable way of finding other... partners for you before morning either."

Buffy groaned.

"Oh, come on, B," Faith said. "Would it really be that bad? Hey, maybe getting laid would make you unwind a bit. And I so volunteer. What do you say, Cordy?"

Cordelia sighed and put down her nail file.

"Oh, all right," she said. "It's not like it's that big a deal anyway. I've been to cheerleading camp."

Silence descended on the room as everybody's imagination went to a very flesh-toned and curvy visual place.

"Right," Faith said, with something dreamy in her voice. "What about you, Red?"

Willow jumped from her chair and ran out of the room.

Buffy found her sitting on a bench near the cafeteria. She looked very tense, but at least she wasn't crying.

"Willow?" Buffy said. "Can we talk?"

Willow nodded. Buffy sat down next to her, a proper couple of handspans away.

"Look," she began. "I'm afraid Giles is right. We do need you. I understand if it's very hard on you, with Oz and all, but..."

"I've wanted you since the first day you came to Sunnydale High," Willow said. She still didn't look at Buffy.

Buffy blinked.

"What?" she said.

"I don't know how many nights I've dreamt of you," Willow said. "Or how many times I've... fantasized about you being with me."

"Ok," Buffy said, mentally working frantically to try to fit this revelation into her image of the world. A world that was apparently a bit more complicated than she had known.

"Wow," she said. "I never even suspected that. Why didn't you ever say something?"

"I know you don't like girls," Willow said. "At least not that way. What with Angel and all."

Buffy's eyebrows rose.

"Like you have Oz?" she said.

"I'm not sure I like girls like that," Willow muttered. "I just know I like you. Like that."

"So, what's the problem with... helping out with this curse thing, then?"

Finally, Willow turned to look at Buffy.

"I wanted you to want to be with me because you like me," she said. "Not just because it's better than dying."

Buffy looked away.

"Oh," she said.

They both looked away from each other again. Out of the corner of her eye, Buffy looked at Willow. Her friend. Her best friend. Her actually very cute best friend. Who, after the initial shock had died down, it really wasn't hard at all to imagine herself in bed with, and wasn't that a thought that would take some serious pondering later.

"Willow?" she said.

"Yes?" Willow said.

"Do you have any plans for Friday night?"

Willow turned to look at her.

"What?" she said.

"Well, if we and the world survive until then, that is," Buffy clarified.

"Er, no," Willow said. "No plans. Why?"

Buffy put on her cutest puppy-dog smile.

"Would you like to go out with me? For dinner and a movie?"

Willow blinked.

"Go out...? As in a date?"

"Yes," Buffy said. "Exactly as in a date."

"But...," Willow said. "You..."

"Hey," Buffy said. "You never even asked, ok?"

Willow visibly pulled herself together. A smile graced her face.

"Yes," she said. "I would love to go on a date with you."

"See?" Buffy said. "Wasn't that hard, was it? Now, do you want to help make sure there'll be a Friday night or not?"

"Sure," Willow said. "I'll make whatever sacrifices it takes."

Buffy grimaced. "Even if that is knowing I'll be having sex with Faith and Cordelia?"

Willow stood up and reached out a hand to help Buffy get up.

"You know," she said. "I'm not sure I'm the one getting the bad end of that bit."

Everybody turned to look when Buffy and Willow walked back into the library.

"It's all right," Buffy said. "We're go for boink-the-Slayer night, unless Faith or Cordy changed their minds."

"No way, B," Faith said. "I'm so looking forward to this."

Cordelia stood. "Well, actually," she said, "there are a couple of things."

Everyone turned to look at hear instead of Buffy and Willow. She slowly walked over to Buffy, clearly enjoying the attention, and putting an extra bit of sexy into her walk. A tiny groan came from Wesley.

"First," Cordelia said once she stood in front of Buffy, "we'll be doing this in a bed. Specifically, my bed. I'm sure skankzilla there would be perfectly happy using the library table, probably with an audience, or that Willow would do whatever she's told, but I have standards."

Buffy just looked at her.

"Second," Cordelia went on. "I don't do sloppy seconds."

She took Buffy's hand and started walking out of the room, dragging the semi-stunned Slayer behind her.

"I'll bring her back when I'm done with her," Cordelia said over her shoulder.

"Remember we only have until dawn!" Giles said to the closing library door.

Proceed to next part.

Comments

[dreamincolor.livejournal.com]

I'm torn between laughing hysterically, and fanning myself. Both in a very good way.

All the characters were spot-on, particularly Faith and Cordy: Faith with her enthusiasm and perfectly Faithy dialogue, and Cordy with her policy on sloppy seconds. N' of course, Buffy's reaction to the whole thing was just fantastic.

Lines I loved:

"..particularly not sex with my friends. Or Cordelia."
She got a brief glare from the not-friend in question.

"Oh, all right," she said. "It's not like it's that big a deal anyway. I've been to cheerleading camp."

"We're go for boink-the-Slayer night."

Great job. Never thought someone could make all three pairings plausible simultaneously..but you certainly pulled it off. Cover me impressed!

[cdybedahl.livejournal.com]

Thank you :-)