HELL FIRE DREAMS

Disclaimers out of the way, Buffy and Crew belong to Mutant enemy no to me. I'm only borrowing them, stories and original Characters are mine in as such my concepts devised from imagination but are not created to make profit.

Adult themes, mature content, NC-17 material. Minors beware. Back track and go someplace else.

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That said ...Welcome to my Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan fiction Index. My writing is predominantly F/F. As I'm a flexible sort of individual and very open-minded and generally love the diversity of all Sexual Orientations (which my S.O. refers to as my being a horn-toad) My writing includes Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender, Inter-sexed, Heterosexual, and Polyamorous ... etc, themes, relationships and or sexually intimate scenes.

Though Separate Paths...         All Roads Lead....            To The Hell Mouth        
        

Prologue 1a 

Prologue 1b

Part One                                                     

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six 

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

For You

Never Saw It Coming 

Coming...

Unconquerable 

A dangerous and powerful warlock from an alternate universe comes to Sunnydale to steal the powers of and kill his SunnyD doppelganger, only to find he's arrived much too late. But that's alright because there an alternate source of the power he seeks ... and she smells like strawberries.

But first he has to get rid of the redhead's tenacious guard dog. And most know her as the Chosen one.

It's been two years since Tara's been gone, and hell has broken loose in Sunnyvale several times, same old same old ... except the Scoobies have not escaped unscathed. Tragedy has struck closer to home than ever before, and things will never be the same, for Willow, Buffy, and Xander. And wedding vows taken for all the wrong reason, leads to disastrous results. Bonds have been broken ... others have strengthened with unexpected results ...


...Alone and adrift, Tara finds herself moving in a circle retracing the path of broken lines, forever changed by the dark thing growing inside her, resurrected by a spell so powerful that only one witch could have pulled it off. And unknowingly Tara is following the pull of what could very well be the healing she seeks or a snare from which she'll never escaped.

Some things can never be fixed ... And it will take unconquerable spirits to rise above it all. Can the Scoobies save themselves in time to save the day?

coming... Excerpt from ...

The Kingdom 

Warmed from the blood of my latest kill I'd wandered into a bar. Ordered a drink, and there was Buffy sliding into the booth seat across from me.

"I'm starting to think you're in love with me." My smile was friendly. "This is gonna end badly, you know."
 
"Yeah," She looked tired and worn. "I know."

"I'm not gonna fight you like this." I didn't bother concealing my disgust for her recent state of mind. "You're pathetic like this..."

She tugged absently at the sleeves of her stylish leather jacket. "I can't do this anymore, Will."

"You looking for a pep talk?" I laughed, "Cause the only time anyone cries on my shoulder is when I'm biting into their neck."

She grimaced at the reference to my nightly recreation. She ran a finger through her sun-blonde tresses and for a second we were in school again and I was her best friend. Apparently she occasionally reads minds. Or maybe she mistook a rare moment of nostalgia for weakness.

"You're not like her."

I knew she was talking about that other Willow, the vampire me from Anya's alternate dimension. "I'm a lot older than she was when she was turned."

"It's more than that." Buffy was staring at me. "You even rose different from other vampires."

"I drink blood. I kill." I studied her. "Not seeing much of a difference." I lifted the glass to my lips and sipped.

"You haven't killed me. You could have."

"Maybe," I smiled into my drink, "I just like watching you suffer."

"If you wanted me to suffer, you know exactly how to do that."

Of course I knew. Go after her friends, kill'em off one by one, watch her anguish and sorrow eat away after her. It's what Angelus and Spike would have done. It's what Xander and Giles and the others still expected of me.

But I kinda liked being unpredictable.

Besides I didn't need to ruin the Slayer's life—Buffy was doing a pretty decent job of that on her own. Her friends, her Watcher were barely speaking to her because she wouldn't-couldn't kill me. Xander had tried and just kept winning trips to the hospital to patch his bruised ego.

Funny how they all seemed to forget that they were the reason I was now a monster.

"I want you to do something for me."

I stared at her like she was insane.

"I don't think I can protect them anymore."

"I'm not playing guard dog for your little friends. You wann'em safe, get'em out of town."

I'm asking as a friend..."

"We're not friends..."

"Whatever it is that keeps you watching my back, and keeps you from killing me." Buffy stared at me long and hard. "I need you to... I need you take over the hell mouth."

Of all the things I might have expected her to say that was definitely not on the list.

"Are you insane!"

"Maybe." She looked away, distraught, resigned. "I don't know."

"What if I try to destroy the world, huh?" I arched a brow and grinned. "Open the hell mouth, myself?"

"I doubt you want the world to end, Willow." She eyed me evenly. "I even doubt you want the hell mouth open."

"You don't know..."

"We both know how those scenarios would play out, Will." She held my gaze steadily. Like she was seeing something, there that gave her hope. I didn't like it. "Besides," she chuckled, the sound almost brittle, "I'm the only crazy person at this table." She shrugged.

"You got that right."

"The world ends and you go poof too." Okay, so she had a point. "The hell mouth opens, and you and all the vampires on earth get delegated to the role of bottom feeders or the pure demons would wipe you out." I watched her brow furrow into that cute little frown. I was reminded of countless nights spent tutoring her in math or French. "Never could figure out why the other demons on the earth never quite got that."

"Most don't think that far ahead," I told her. "Or get the whole picture... it's all mayhem and fun, very little thought process. Vampires in Sunnydale don't like to spend a lot of time thinking."

"But you do." Still holding my gaze, Buffy lifted my glass to her lips and took a sip before setting it back down in front of me. "I know how your mind works, Will. That hasn't changed--even now you're intrigued, thinking of ways you could make it happen..."

I was angry she could still read me so well.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"Am not."

"Are too!" Her sudden grin was infectious. It really was like the sun and in that instance I could understand why Spike had been so obsessed.

"So what if I am? What's in it for you?" She averted her gaze. And suddenly I knew. Fury ripped through me like a tsunami. "Oh no you don't. You don't get to ride off in the sunset, or go down in a blaze of glory," I snarled. "I ripped your soul out of heaven once--don't think I won't find away to do it again!"

I reached across the table grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her across the wood surface until our faces were scant inches apart.

"I am not your last big hurrah." We stared at each other. "You want me to be your big bad, then you get to live and watch me work. And if I think for one instance you're still trying to purchase the vowels between d and th I'll make what Angelus did to us seem like a cake walk."

"You..."

"I mean it, Buff." I shoved her back across the table until she slid into her booth seat. "No more sloppy work. No more careless patrols or no matter where your friends go... I'll hunt them down, and they will all die slowly cursing your name and then I'll find a way to resurrect your pathetic ass. I will keep you in chains, and every single night, I'll give you blow by blow of every delicious detail of how they all died."

"I'm tired, Will."

"And I'm a vampire." I glowered at her. "Sing a happy country song." She smiled again and I nodded, satisfied that she had gotten my message and understood it implicitly. "You want me to take over?"

"Yeah. I do. I need you to."

"Then, I hope you can live with it. Because you will live. For a long time."

She spilled the beans then. "They're planning to curse you with your soul."

I was shocked. Without thinking I reached across the table to grip her hand. We stared at each other for a long moments, neither of us able to speak. My soul?

 I'm not sure why I hadn't expect that. But I should have. Buffy couldn't kill me. And I'd managed to dodge the others' attempts. What else were they going to do? But try to ensoul me. Again.

"You won't be able to stop it." Buffy sighed. I released her. "Some shaman, Angel found. I don't know where he is... but I'm told he's powerful. They're pretty sure it's going to work this time."

"Well I'm not gonna let them turn me into some weak pathetic version of Angel." I was terrified. "And I'll open the hell mouth myself before I give up sex."

Her mouth fell open in momentary shock and then she chuckled.

"What are you gonna do?"

"Get my own shaman." I eyed her not at all surprised that she'd betrayed her friends. After all she wanted me to take over, and I wouldn't be able to do that if I was busy cowering in a corner weeping over my every single person I'd killed. "When's it supposed to happen?"

coming...

In the Wake of Buffy's death Hell comes to the Hellmouth...

Excerpt from ... The General's Women 

Tara

Willow broke every law of magic Tara had ever believed in, had scoffed at principles and crossed lines that had had Tara's heart trembling with worry. But these days Tara had come to understand, that some rules and some principles were only good in theory. The true champions and heroes, and leaders, couldn't afford to hide behind them. The gods chose their champions wisely and Tara believed they had a special love for those who did the things others couldn't... because it was these champion who bore the most hurt, the greater anguish, scarred by the very thing inside them that made them capable of doing the things others wouldn't or couldn't. And did them so that the ones they loved didn't have to.

Like Giles, murdering Ben, Glory's human host, so that the hell god Glory would never return. She respected that of him, and resented him. Because she knew what he would think when he saw Willow. Knew the expression of disappointment he would wear on his face, the one that would crush her lover. Because Giles couldn't see. Wouldn't allow himself to see. He'd left them in hell. Removed himself from them hoping to heal his grief by burying himself in his Watcher's ideas of black and white. His made family forgotten. Buffy was gone, his favorite child, his golden girl was dead. So his other children, he'd left to fend for themselves.

Willow had been abandoned again. By a sister. By another father.

But I won't leave her. I won't.  

Tara didn't give a damn if a warehouse full of strangers, didn't know her name.

She hated them.

Her name had been stripped, spoken only by four others. To the multitude who looked upon Willow as some dark messiah, Tara was simply the General's woman. The General's witch. The General's healer. Maybe they even thought of her as the General's whore. She didn't give a damn. And she could be all that for Willow. Because Willow called her Tara. 'My Tara.'

Faith

She'd found herself liking Willow's girl.

Faith hadn't thought she would. Had figured she'd find some shy little mouse, clinging and clutching and weepy-eyed like some pathetic little damsel. Tara was a surprise, for all the goodness burning in her, Faith hadn't seen the innocence she'd expected. And when she looked in the woman's eyes, Faith found a childhood story that matched her own. Violence, abuse, molestation at a parent's hand.

And damn the girl could talk dirty. Faith had imagined vanilla and sweetness only passing between Willow and Tara, and she'd been astonished and pleasantly surprised that this wasn't the case.

She hadn't touched Willow's girl... didn't want to.

Odd they could share a want for Willow and not have that lust spill over between the two of them. She wasn't jealous. Had no idea why she wasn't. She could be easily squeezed out when this was over and sometimes she feared that would be the case.

She'd help Willow plans succeed and then would no longer be needed.

She glanced up again to find Tara studying her, with keen eyes, bluer than Buffy's had ever been.

"She'll always need you," Tara spoke earnestly, no bitterness or jealousy in her tone. "You give her something I can't."

"Back at'cha." Faith returned with another nod.