Matchmaking Challenge: Just A Dream (Cordelia/Darla)(NC-17)
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BtVS fic: "Pettings" 1/1
Originally posted by evil_little_dog at BtVS fic: "Pettings" 1/1
Title: Pettings
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairings: Willow
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 189
Rating: K+
Summary: Willow hasn’t had a pet after Angel killed her fish.
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Joss owns all, I just play in his ‘verse.
Notes: For leni_ba.

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BtVS: My Addiction (Faith/Willow) - FRT-13/PG-13
Originally posted by snogged at BtVS: My Addiction (Faith/Willow) - FRT-13/PG-13
Title: My Addiction
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Faith/Willow
Word Count: 100 Words
Rating: FRT/PG
Summary: An addiction she can’t say no too.
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot anything glaring.
A/N: written for spikesredqueen who wanted the pairing: Faith/Willow and prompt: Forbidden

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BtVS: Our Issues Have Issues (Willow/Sandy) - FRT/PG
Originally posted by snogged at BtVS: Our Issues Have Issues (Willow/Sandy) - FRT/PG
Title: Our Issues Have Issues

Author: snogged

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.

Pairing: Willow/Sandy

Word Count: 980

Overall Rating/Warnings: FRT/PG; mild angst, mild language

Summary: Set after the events of Season 5’s “Family,” Willow meets her doppelganger’s protégé.

Beta: The spectacular angelskuuipo and the effervescent velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.

A/N: Written for Beer Good for the Willow round of femslash_minis. I decided to tackle her alternate challenge which was: “Maybe I haven't looked hard enough, but I've never found a single Willow/Sandy fic. I don't get it. Vamp!Willow picks a woman out of a crowd and sires her, she hangs around in Sunnydale for two years while Willow goes through all sorts of things, and not one fic where they run into each other? Really? I'm not picky here, anything will do, as fluffy or as dark as you feel like, but if anyone's willing to take that on, I'll be eternally grateful.”

A/N 2: For those who might need a refresher, Sandy has appeared in "Doppelgangland," "Family," and "Shadow."

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Drabble: But I'm Head Cheerleader (PG) Willow/Cordelia
Originally posted by snogged at Drabble: But I'm Head Cheerleader (PG) Willow/Cordelia
another oldie

Title: But I’m Head Cheerleader
Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairings: Cordelia/Willow, from Cordy’s POV
Rating/Warning: pg, angst
Prompt: Denial
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns them. I don’t.
Spoilers: the end of School Hard, Season 2
Dedication: for crimsonredmagic who deserves a Cordelia/Willow story.

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BtVS: Le Petit Mort (1/1) First Slayer/OFC - FRAO/NC-17
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<lj user="noel_of_spike"> Drabbles - Spike/Angel, Spike/Tara, Spike/Lindsey
Originally posted by snogged at <lj user="noel_of_spike"> Drabbles - Spike/Angel, Spike/Tara, Spike/Lindsey
These were my postings for my noel_of_spike day on 12/28 for those of you who aren't members of the community.

Title: History Repeats Itself?
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and company own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: FRM/R
Warnings: sexy times
Word count: 100
Summary: Spike and Angel repeat their “first time.”

A/N: written for noel_of_spike and purpledodah who suggested the pairing and prompt.

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Title: Shiver
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and company own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Spike/Tara (Implied Spike/Buffy)
Rating: FRT-13/PG-13
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, language
Word count: 100
Summary: Tara brings Spike comfort.

A/N: written for noel_of_spike and dreamsofspike who suggested the pairing and prompt.

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Title: Peppermint Stick
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and company own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue. Also, I do not own the song “It’s The Holiday Season.” I believe that belongs to Andy Williams.
Pairing: Spike/Lindsey (as Doyle)
Rating: FRT-13/PG-13
Warnings: slash
Word count: 100
Summary: Lindsey gets festive. Spike approves.

A/N: written for noel_of_spike and menomegirl who suggested the pairing and prompt.

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Fic: 1/1: <i>Vengeance</i>
Originally posted by xanzpet at Fic: 1/1: <i>Vengeance</i>
Title: Vengeance
Author: xanzpet
Fandom: BtVS, Season Three, AU
Distribution: my website and LJ, Beyond Canon, and All others, please ask.
Rating: FRT-13
Feedback: Does Cordy wear Prada?
Warnings: violence, language.

Summary: After Angel rescued Xander from Faith, the Rogue Slayer thought she was going to get away with her assault. So. Very. Wrong.

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Operation: Ruffelmulluggle!

Operation: Ruffelmulluggle!

By James Carmody.

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer entire franchise is the property of Joss, and until he decides to sell it or give me written permission, or until copyright runs out on it and it enters public domain, (either way) I cannot accept (and won't accept) a single cent for this or any other Buffy work- same deal with Angel the Series. (this is a crossover story between those two different shows)

Author's Notes: This is the sequel to another story I am working on, the story it is the sequel to is titled: "Saving my girlfriend", and is a bit of a mystery story, this one deals with the consequences thereof.

Warning: this one is a bit weird, but the prequel will explain the weirdness in it- this is a series in reverse, please do read, review, and enjoy.

Faith's going to be talking gibberish for a reason, that will be explained by the end of this series- of that I promise.

Also: the matter of Kennedy using magic will be clarified within the story.

Series was inspired by a picture named "Evil Willow" on Deviantart online, as was another series I am working on.

Setting: After "Not Fade Away", Angel has re-established "Angel Investigations" he really loved doing Detective work- and WOW is he going to have his work cut out for him!

Characters: Lorne, Angel, Kennedy, Willow, Faith, (Possibly) Whistler, (VERY Potentially) The First Evil, various other characters.

Chapter 1.): "Surprising Guest".

Author's Notes Chapter 1 Beginning: Further details will be revealed in later chapters and the next story in the series. I heavily use context and religious plot devices in my stories too.

As Angel sat arranging his desk, he was wondering what could possibly go wrong today- they'd recently beaten Wolfram & Hart out of business, and all reports from his colleagues in Sunnydale had indicated that the First's bridgehead was gone, and his colleagues were going hunting for further Hellmouths and rising Slayers who were just coming into their own.

He had just sat down to enjoy the view from his desk when he saw something exceedingly weird: what looked like a porthole opening- the same magical kind that he remembered from when his son, Connor, was abducted to Qortoth- a demon world, and understandably he was both scared and spooked. Angel was used to 'treading on the dark side', he'd been doing so since his twenties when he ceased to be a regular human and became a creature of the night. But to his relief; what he saw wasn't any monsters, but two of his colleagues walking through: Kennedy (whom he remembered as Willow's girlfriend and had told him that Willow was indisposed, she was Astral Projecting, and wasn't going to be available to help save Cordelia- whom he had grown to love as a friend and co-worker, he was still upset about that), and Faith (whom he remembered they had been each other's councilors), so he was understandably relieved. His relief didn't last very long, however.

It looked to him as if Faith's eyes had the same insane looks as Drusilla's had once he had driven her insane- this scared him badly- as it looked to him as if Faith had mentally snapped…

Little could he know how right he was! Faith kept looking at Kennedy as if to seek comfort in some way- as if the raven-haired brunette was her protectress of some sort; and was that love in Faith's eyes for the other girl? Angel couldn't be certain, but he strongly suspected that it was.

Faith kept on glancing at Kennedy as if Miss Lehane was still a little girl, looking at a trusted adult for guidance and help. "Something must have happened to her if she's reacting like this- the Faith Lehane I remember wouldn't take guff from anybody, now she's all meek and submitting to anything- massive personality change!" Angel considered to himself, wondering what exactly had happened to his buddy, Faith.

Kennedy quickly embraced Angel as if he was a close friend, and said to Faith "See, Faithy, Angel's a friend." in a reassuring voice she would use with either a child or someone mentally damaged. "Oh, Angel, Buddy, I've missed you so." Kennedy said, turning her face to Angel's and hugging him as if he were an elder brother to her whom she missed a lot. She had her left cheek pressed against his chest during this hug.

"This way, Faithy." Kennedy said very gently to Faith, and using her nickname that Willow and the other Scoobies had given Faith, and holding her shoulders, she gently guided the other woman to the left-most seat facing the desk Angel was likely to be seated at.

Faith was observed by Angel to be constantly glancing at Kennedy as if looking to her for suggestions for how to respond to this problem, and Angel was both concerned and confused by this- Faith was so independent, who did this to her and how?! Angel was both horrified and shocked at what was going on- who could have done this?!

The more Angel thought about this, the angrier he got about it! Hurting her this way was just plain WRONG! Or any way, for that matter!

"So, Kennedy, what brings you here?" Angel began, wondering what was going on here, and trying to solicit information from her about who had done this to his friend.

Kennedy leaned forward conspiratorially towards Angel, and placing her hands one in the other in her lap and leaning on them, she said to him "First off, Willow can not, and I repeat, not know I was ever here, you have to swear yourself to secrecy on that fact. Do you so swear?" she asked. Angel was concerned, the only other situation he ever remembered this situation from his unnaturally long life was when he was living in Ireland and his people had to hide Catholic Priests from the English "secret police"- the feared "Priest Hunters", and English Garrison Troops, he had a lingering hatred of the English, albeit having a good relationship with his colleague, Wesley- a fellow he well knew was a Brit. With his voice gulping, he responded calmly "I so promise to banish this information to the very depths of my person."

"Good enough." Kennedy said, then leaning backwards in her seat in a relaxed position, she began to tell her story- and what a story it was! It was a real story of infidelity, of slavery, (or so Kennedy suspected) of religions and belief systems, and of foolish behaviors!

"If I didn't fear that this was real, it might be a good reading project for a summer novel, or for a year's reading project., but it sure looks as if it is a real story, and that is sad." Angel thought to himself.

Right about then he heard something weird in his life: he heard Faith say something in a muttering voice, and he was incredibly impressed at Kennedy's tolerance and love she showed this woman who was clearly wounded somehow. Faith had been somehow bouncing in her seat, and to his pleasant surprise and delight, Kennedy didn't try to hold her down by sitting on her lap (as he suspected from what he remembered of her (being a brat) when they first met) but she seemed to be most gentle to her and absolutely loving towards this person. Angel was several things: astonished, delighted with her for her moral progress in this matter, and delighted to see her having grown up quite a bit! She gently turned to Faith, who had seemed to say to her "May I use the Ladies Room, Mistress?" he was certain of the first six words, but not the seventh, if it was what he suspected,,, then someone had brainwashed Faith into being Kennedy's slave, so why in the world would Kennedy be bringing her over here where the younger brunette could, and would wind up in prison for slavery?

The next look and situation between them showed how much Kennedy had grown up since they had first met, and Angel felt proud of her- as an elder brother would. She looked right at Faith with (and Angel was certain of it this time) love, and guided this young woman out of Angel's office with his extended blessings in the Hyperion to the lobby and over to a signed room labeled "Ladies".

Angel thought this situation over, this was exceedingly weird to begin with: it looked to him for all the world as if Willow had enslaved Faith completely! Now, Angel was suspicious of Willow's interest in Sorcery- that can only lead to disaster! "Had Willow somehow magically enslaved Faith?!" This was getting weirder all the time!

"What was that that Lorne had suggested? "Weird Bird, and getting Birdier." this is definitely weird!" Angel could not stop thinking that something dark had happened in South America between those three people, or wherever they had been at the time of Faith getting her mind damaged.

Angel elected to telephone Lorne to see if he would willingly help out with finding out about Faith, for the elder brunette had said something else, she kept muttering gibberish: something that sounded like "Ruffelmulluggle" several times, in fact, especially when Kennedy mentioned Willow in the story, and the looks in Faith's eyes were sheer terror!

Then Angel remembered something else that discouraged him: Lorne had pretty much told him not to contact the Pylean again! They had not parted on the best of terms to say the least… in fact, that was a galactic-sized understatement of the year!

"What the hey, I'm going to risk it." Angel decided, about the worst Lorne could do is yell at him- even if he tried to press charges, it wasn't likely to fly in court. For a time, Angel felt disgusting with that logic, he had just about threatened to perjure himself to get off of charges if Lorne tried to defend himself, but their friend needed help that was beyond his own abilities to provide.

He dialed the phone.

"Hello, Lorne?"

"Speaking…" Lorne responded, with suspicion that resembled paranoia in his voice "Understandable, I asked him to commit murder last time we got together- he had to play Judas Iscariot in that campaign, and as a morally aligned fellow, he had a severe distaste for doing such things- I just hope he's willing to help Faith out with her mental problems that have clearly exacerbated since the last time we got together." Angel thought to himself, silently praying that Lorne would love Faith enough to help the woman who was obviously hurt in a deeply personal way.

Angel quickly blurted out what he needed to in order to help get Faith some help, fearing that if Kennedy ever found out about this- she'd drive a stake through his chest the blunt-end first if she ever felt that he was betraying her trust, but he had to tell Lorne in order to help her help Faith out, and he remembered looking at Kennedy's eyes, and the looks she gave Faith were those of platonic love- she saw herself as something of a sister to her!

What Angel said to Lorne was this "WethinkFaithneedsyourhelp,someone'sbeenhurtingher." he blurted, trying to get the message across before Lorne could hang up on him, and Lorne didn't get the entire thing, but he couldn't black out Angel's message to him, and this indicated to him enough.

"Someone's been hurting Faith?!" Lorne responded, shocked, then continued "I'll be right over!" "Success!" Angel thought to himself, he had gotten his friend some degree of help.

While Kennedy waited near the doorway to the Girl's Rest Room, wherein she could clearly hear Faith using the lavatories and other functions "She keeps on muttering to herself" Kennedy thought to herself, getting angry at the other woman, then remembering her self-assigned mission to get her help, and through that, to help Willow out of yet another addiction she had fallen into "if she doesn't stop… NO! Kennedy, you can't go hurting Faith over this- she's an innocent in this matter!" Kennedy thought to herself angrily, she had considered walking into the Ladies' Room and doing things to Faith to humiliate her for talking in the restroom, and the Latina was now disgusted with herself for amongst other things: wanting to sit on Faith's lap while the other woman used the toilet! "NO! That idea's Disgusting!" Kennedy mentally howled at herself for that utterly weird and disgusting idea of herself sitting on a mental cripple who's using the lavatory.

Miss Prescott (Kennedy) leaned against the wall near the doorway to the ladies room and to the right of anyone coming out of it, she then placed her right hand (which had been placed across her chest with her arms crossed in a folded posture) up to the bridge of her nose and pinched it between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, smiling grimly to herself, then she leaned her head back to rest it on the wall, but she had forgotten about the brilliant red barrette she was wearing in her raven-black straight hair, and her head immediately ached to tell her of her mistake! Kennedy had to bite back a curse-word, she hadn't cursed since she had found out about Willow forcing Faith to carry on an affair with her! WOW had she cursed about that!

"Oh, Dear Lord" Kennedy mentally muttered a prayer, even though the first time she had started praying in about fifteen years was when she had found out about Willow's "forced affair" with Faith- that had upset Kennedy. Her head hurt, but she didn't care one bit about that, but to rest her head, she rolled it back all the way she could to the very end, until her top of her head rested on the wall. "I'm so frustrated, Willow's carrying on a affair with Faith, and I'm pretty sure she's raping her. Don't get me wrong, I love that red-headed Jewess to the death, but I've got to hurt her feelings by taking away her sex-slave to save her soul from the First Evil- the very Satan who's been hunting me since I've been, I'm going with, conceived." Kennedy was stressed beyond belief, she just wanted a moment's peace to have fun with her friends! On recalling her string of expletives she had spouted when she had found out that Willow'd been forcing Faith to lay with her- Kennedy cringed, but she had been furious with her lover. "Yes, Lord, I did say "lover", you see, we love eachother, albeit it's hard for you to understand." she said, recalling the old spirituality to think of Jesus as a brother, she tried to talk to Him as she would someone in that case. She knew, somehow, that to save Willow's soul she'd have to save Faith from Willow, who had somehow gone dark "She'll kill me if she finds out, but if I don't do this: she'll become some kind of an adulteress." Kennedy continued.

She then recalled her statements to Angel when leaving his office to escort Faith to the bathroom so the latter could use the toilet (something she had indicated she needed to do, from all her bouncing and the calling of Kennedy "Mistress"), and Kennedy cringed, again. She recalled her words to Angel: "Hey, just because I'm a lesbian doesn't mean I'm a slut!" when he'd voiced the fear that she's having an affair with Faith while she's mentally crippled. Kennedy was hurt by herself jumping to a conclusion about this matter- horribly offended, that is.

"Oh, Dear Lord, I'm so sorry for that rudeness. I just lost my temper about him implying that I'd take advantage of Faith in that state- why can't anybody see that I'm trying my hardest to be good?!" she said in her head, just incase she should die before getting to make up.

Kennedy Prescott continued to rest her head and body against the walls of the Hyperion lobby near the bathroom while she waited for Faith, who was acting like a little girl for some odd reason, when Wesley walked by her and down the lobby towards the hallway.

"Also, Lord, sorry about the spell, but I absolutely had to get Faith away from Willow, and the jet would have taken too long- I hope as my boss that you'll understand my intents and take them into account… no idea if you're even listening to me, but here's my story." Kennedy mentally transmitted the prayer to her Maker and Boss.

"Oh, Wesley! You're Faith's Watcher, right?" Kennedy said to him, "She talks about you, you know- quite a bit, and always with love., as if you're her brother." she told him, when he nodded to acknowledge her identification of him, and then she pulled him into a hug, placing her left cheek on his chest to hear and feel his heartbeat. "She's affectionate, in some ways like a baby." Wesley Wyndam-Pryce observed, before placing his hands on her shoulders to get her back, and to tell her that a little 'holding back' is also a sign of kind intents.

"What's up with Faith these days?" Wesley asked, then he heard her cry out loudly "Ruffelmulluggule!"

"What?!" Wesley asked.

"We don't know either, but she's started talking gibberish a few months ago, and" Kennedy shook her head "we've got no idea what that means either, but it has something to do with what happened to her. She literally Can't talk about it- something was done to her and it hurt her and she literally CAN'T talk about it, whenever she does, that gibberish comes out of her mouth- it's so frustrating! Sometimes I just want to smack her one upside the head for talking so confusingly, but I have to remind myself that she can't control it these days, or so all the tests indicate." Kennedy explained, frustrated beyond belief, and it looked as if she'd start to cry from the looks on her face.

"Reminds me of something that happened to Lorne." Wesley muttered, thinking he had thought it, until Kennedy responded to his words with "What?"

Wesley was surprised to say the least, and he related the story of how Wolfram & Hart had looted Lorne's head and hurt him, and prevented him from talking about it via a spell, and as he finished relating this weird tale, both of them thought simultaneously "This sounds like that situation.", they were shocked and horrified now.

"I have to do this to her, to protect her, I don't really love Faith, it's pity, but I do love Willow, and she's the one who's doing the wrong here, and going to be hurt by it in the end!" Kennedy reminded herself firmly of her mission statement- self-appointed mission, that is. That statement was itself incredibly true, Kennedy loved Willow intensely and profoundly- so it was both miraculous and delightful that she had wound up volunteering to save Willow from her own horrible activities!

If Kennedy had a choice free of moral constraints, she probably would have gladly been co-owners with Willow of Faith, that is: Both Willow and Kennedy would own Faith, but she Was upset over Willow's slide into darkness and resolved to do something about it, so Kennedy was here, keeping Willow's sex-slave away from her, with the intent to save her girlfriend's soul, and fearing that Willow would hurt her in the same ways as she'd been hurting Faith!

In truth: Kennedy didn't know what Miss Rosenberg had been doing all those nights with Miss Lehane, but from the way Faith's mind was mangled, it didn't look right to Miss Prescott at All!

Wesley looked at Kennedy for a moment, and realized something rather profound about her- that she really wanted to be a heroine, despite her desires. Word on the grapevine in the office was that Kennedy, while being gay, couldn't do anything about that, but she could do something about her behavior, and could rescue others- something she loved to do any-day!

End Chapter Author's Notes Chapter 1: Kennedy in this mini-series is raised a Catholic, and due to her complex history with the First Evil, whom she fears is something of a 'brother' of hers- due to some theological theories, is upset. This is due to that psychopath trying to murder her for so long in her life- since she was a little pre-born baby girl, in fact. (this should indicate the kind of monster that spirit is).

She fell away, but started returning thanks to a fight with Willow about fidelity; to seek a power-source she could use to bring Willow to her senses.

How and why Willow went bad will be made clearer by the second part of the series- the prequel.

Happy Day

Happy Day.

By James Carmody.

Pairing: Willow/Kennedy

Genre: Friendship/Supernatural-Preternatural-Spiritual (develops into a platonic love story)

Disclaimer: Buffy, the entire franchise; including all stories, are the property of Joss Whedon, I only claim this plot. He owns the characters and series! I will not accept any monetary recompense for this work. It is just for fun, my own and everybody else's.

Author's Notes: Rabbi Micah is Willow's Rabbi, and he's her friend and spiritual advisor too, and kind of like a 'secondary father' to her… like her in my works, he's a Messianic Jew; he believes that Jesus of Nazareth is the True Messiah, he just sticks to Judaism as his faith- figuring that "if it is good enough for the Lord, it's good enough for me".

This story takes place after the episode "Chosen", so it'd be in season 8. Please do read, review, and enjoy!

Chapter 1.): Synagogue Party!

Author's Notes for Chapter: Just as the Jewish celebration of Passover is a celebration of "We survived and were rescued", this would be a sort-of 'mini-Passover' for that parish, a "Hey, we survived the worst that Hell could throw at us!" kind of deal. Sort of like the attempted genocide at the end of the enslavement of the Hebrews in Exodus.

Willow had very mixed feelings about what was coming up, on the one hand, she was happy to have found out that her entire home congregation had escaped the 'collapse' of her home town "Well, the culture was based on sin." the 20something Jewess thought to herself with a grim smile, as she sat in her hotel room. On the other hand, she was very concerned about something… "What if my Rabbi finds out I'm involved with a girl again? That can't be good for my friendship with him, but he's like another dad to me." she thought. They were going to have a big party- a bit like a 'Passover party' if you please, it's a 'hey! We survived!' celebration, and she Really wanted to go, but on the other hand, she loved Kennedy, her girlfriend, and didn't want her to feel left out.

Roughly ten-o'clock that night, Willow made her decision; she would invite Kennedy to the party! After all, she loved Kennedy, and she loved her fellow parishioners… why not have Both together? Granted, she would have to brief her girl on mannerisms in a Jewish celebration, but it could be fun, and besides: Kennedy had told Willow of her religious background, why not share with her Willow's? Dialing her girlfriend's room number on the phone, she heard her friend pick up the phone and answer "Kennedy, who's this?" "Kenn, it's Will." the redhead responded happily. "Hey" she continued to talk to the Raven-haired beautiful Latina "I just found out that my Synagogue is going to have a "we survived" party, want to come?" Willow asked. Kennedy started wrapping the telephone cord around her left pointer finger, with her right hand holding the phone, as she talked to her girlfriend. "Do I?" the Latina asked her Jewess girlfriend, then answered "Oh, Yeah!" with delight and emphasis, to show her joy to her friend. "I've got the brochure here, the party starts at 10:00am sharp, but we can be there anytime, Lunch is at Noon, activities include: games, sports, et cetera… it's a regular picnic! Leaving time is at latest by 4pm." Willow explained. Willow was in her long pajamas, whereas Kennedy was in what she referred to as her 'sleep-shorts' a style she enjoyed wearing. After some friendly chit-chat, the redhead decided to take-charge "Well, we'll need to get some sleep… love you." she told her friend "love you." Kennedy responded. This cycle threatened to continue in an infinite loop of those two words (love you) until both women realized that it would; at which an anomaly occurred: Both ladies told eachother "Bye." and hung up simultaneously.

The next day, Willow was standing in the hotel lobby at 9:00am with most of her weight on her left leg, looking at her watch, she had let her hair grow out to just about shoulder-length, and had her red hair in a pony-tail that wasn't too tight, she had a grim smile on her face, and was wondering where her girlfriend was at. About that time, Kennedy walked down the stairs into the lobby, her black hair was in a bright red baseball cap, and she looked like she was dressed for a workout, but respectfully decent. Willow was wearing her yellow (mostly) outfit of long sleeve shirt and long pants, when she noticed a stray lock of hair hanging near Kennedy's eyes. Walking up to her girlfriend, she took her right hand and gently brushed her girlfriend's hair lock back behind the Latina's left ear, then asked her "Are you ready?" "Let's go." Kennedy responded, happily. She had her baseball bat and glove with her too, and a big smile plastered on her face, as well as wearing her running outfit too: shorts, sporting socks, sneakers, decent top, most of her other gear was in her backpack, and her bat was resting on her left shoulder with her glove on its thick tip. She smiled at her friend, happily.

Willow briefed her quickly on the mannerisms for a Jewish party, and told her that this is a playtime party, basically. "We can be friends, but not much else today." she told her friend as Kennedy drove to the site and Willow navigated, directing her to the park her parish had rented the use thereof for its celebration.

The whole thing was a cookout and gaming place today. After the car had been parked, the Latina picked up her gear out of the back and set out hiking to see what she could do for fun first. An impromptu game of either softball or baseball was getting set up; and this was just up Kennedy's alley! She loved ballgames- playing them, that is, she had always been an athlete as long as she could remember, and this fit right in with her mindset. One reason she did so well in school was her gym classes, in fact. All the running and jumping she did and workouts she did kept her metabolism high and allowed her to think fast when needed- In fact: Kennedy was really at the height of her physical beauty, which had lasted for a surprisingly long time in her young life… but many of the people here did not know of the ugliness of her actions with other girls in recent years- she surely didn't recognize that fact yet., so why in the world would she say it out loud to anybody else anywhere?

As Willow looked around to see who was where, and looked for something to eat for lunch soon; she spotted someone she desperately wanted to talk to today: Rabbi Micah, seated there on some kind of platform sticking out in-between the overgrown undergrowth of uncut land beyond the play areas of the park and the 'settled areas' of the park. This was a severe difference in psychological approach between him and her: she hated what she called "colonial imperialism" in history, whereas he on the other hand, seemed to love it! If she were to describe his mental doctrines of how to wage a war against sin, she would classify it as the "plantation system" of using "settlements" inside an enemy's domain to destroy his rule over the area. This was largely not a fight between them over ethics in goals, but over definitions of what is ethical to begin with and how to do what. She just didn't see things the same way he did, and that is that.

Willow was bothered by something, something profound for her. She quickly sought him out to try to talk about what bothered her about her past, and called to him when she was certain he could see her in range, but not necessarily in line of sight, as she was behind him and to his left just a bit.

The whole image of what he conveyed here was as an alpha male lion watching over his pride of followers; and the analogy was not all that far off either! As a pastor, he fit in the role very nicely.

What Micah had done was to take up a form of an 'observation post' right out in the open, where he could see almost everybody anywhere in the park, or practically so. "Almost a lifeguard in role." Willow thought to herself, and she wasn't off at all about his role in that community. He was to his right of the party area, and watching the dragonflies flit amongst the foliage in the uncut land quite contentedly. "There must be some standing water in the shade of that vegetation" he considered "in order to support those dragonflies, as they don't like to go too far from water sources." Some of the vegetation was about six feet high, and it was pretty thick, especially the horsetails there.

Rabbi Micah had an interest in natural sciences for most of his life- and this factored into and developed into his interest in ontology- the study of what one might call 'spiritual species'. From his conversations with Willow, he had learned she had the same innate curiosity about meta-physics as he did, and 'spiritual species' too, but he suspected she had gone badly astray in her pursuit of knowledge- one thing that frightened him about what she was doing profoundly. "NOT all spirits are good." he had warned her when he learned of her interest in the topic of the mystical. And he prayed she had learned that lesson by now- before it had gotten too late!

The platform he was seated in a chair on looked kind of like a gazebo without a roof or poles to support a roof, but a nice white fence around its outer edge. Willow took a seat nearby him, and facing his left side, and requested to talk to him. He had a strong idea that she wanted to confess something that was troubling her deeply, but wondered what it was more intensely than his anger towards her was regarding her misbehavior, whatever that was this time. Boy was he in for a surprise about what she had done in the past few years! That would not be pleasant to go through! If he reacted badly to finding out that Willow had raped her girlfriend, he'd react even worse to learning she had tried to kill off the entire human race! "But that's part of being a cleric," he realized "I've got to deal with the dark side of people. And I can't shirk at that at all!" he was a little nervous, but his spiritual child was clearly in need of his help, so he asked her what the matter was. He wasn't telepathic, but he was just incredibly intuitive, and could tell that something was really bugging her; even worse than when she had admitted to having raped her girlfriend.

Her response disturbed him greatly. He had already been able to piece together that Kennedy was Willow's girlfriend, and upon seeing her run yet another home run, Rabbi Micah was frankly impressed with her stamina and physical gifts. "I don't blame you for liking her" he told Willow watching her girlfriend high-five her teammates in the game "she really is quite a physical beauty." "And loyal too, which is what appealed to me, she doesn't give up on anybody!" Willow responded "In fact, she's the one I want to talk to you about, specifically, me and her." "Ah crud! She's at it again." Rabbi Micah thought grimly smiling "Better try a different tack here, the smash-next-subjugate-and-then-develop approach isn't working; the error is in her mind, not outside trying to get in." Rabbi Micah calculated as Willow continued her story.

"I know I should love her" Willow was saying "but every time I look at her, it twinges, Rabbi, right here!" and Willow lifted her left hand towards her head, specifically the back thereof, and making a claw with each finger separate, she pointed at her head if the back of her head hurt. "It hurts to look at her, because I remember what I nearly did to that beautiful American Princess- how I nearly killed her." Willow explained to him.

He then told her something that shocked her immensely: "It should hurt, that's good." Willow was disturbed- he was supposed to be a secondary type of daddy to her, not someone who hurts her, or is glad she hurts! "It's good because you're still spiritually alive in that area. Pain in reference to a fight is a sign of life- if you hurt yourself and don't feel it… then worry, worry a lot! But if you hurt, be happy, for because you hurt, your nerves are sending messages to the brain, and you still have command over that domain of your body to function correctly. Same with your conscience and soul. It ought to bother you if you tried to murder her." he told her, and she began to realize what he was talking about, he was talking about the fact that because she was bothered by this; she was still eligible for Paradise. This was a massive relief to her, that she was still able to be a wholesome woman.

In a previous conversation between them, he had suggested, and she had agreed, that at heart she was something of a dictator in regards to her personality, this being due to her brilliant mind, and the inclination to see others as either incompetent or simply weak so common in such a mindset or personality type. She felt that she couldn't trust them to hold, or to be smart enough to do the job right, and just couldn't shake this perspective; so she'd have to just live with it, and resist it often enough. He then used this perspective to enlighten her "Willow, if you do consider yourself a ruler, then consider this: if a leader won't have their critics near them, and by that, I mean in their council; then they're doomed to inaccurate information. This is why you should be happy that your conscience bothers you about what you did to her- Kennedy- it is because the 'couriers' are telling you that an enemy is inside your boarders. In a physical body, that is the role of the nerve cells, in the soul, it is the role of the conscience to tell you if something you've done is wrong; and regardless of your and her lifestyle, attempting to kill her is definitely wrong!" he said. "I see, so my 'messenger service' is telling me that I did something horrible to her, and that opened the gate to the Evil One's army." was her response. "Pretty much, Willow, but there's still time. Here's what you should do: you most definitely should love her, but as a fellow daughter of God." he said. Kennedy meanwhile made yet another home-run, and high-fived her teammates afterwards, she was truly loving this ballgame.

"Willow, any interaction between the two of you that is chaste is morally acceptable, but it has to be chaste in intent too." he said, before continuing "I know that you tend to fall in love with females, and make no mistake: loving females is not wrong, but any kind of gay sex is most definitely wrong!" he said. These conversations were rarely pleasant between them, but the truth always has a level of love in it, and she was intensely relieved to detect his rather paternal love of her.

As the two of them started walking down a nature-hike path near the pavilion he had been staying on for the time, they ran across a set of ant-lion traps, and a column of ants walking in-between these pits. Right about then, Kennedy caught up with her girlfriend, and Rabbi Micah, she wanted to see what was going on, and the game had finished- the score was unimportant, but the important thing was that they'd had fun. As they watched, one ant started to slip towards the bottom of one of the traps, where the hidden larval predator awaited it with open jaws. The small terrestrial wasp (what an ant really is) didn't go into this trap very happily- it fought as hard as it possibly could! The ant had only fallen in about a quarter of the way, and started to climb back out of the death-trap. It didn't know what awaited it at the center of this slippery pit, but it did know by instinct that it had to get out as quickly as it could from the area that had sunken into the ground in this area- this wasn't a safe area for it to be in.

Almost immediately the infantile predator went into action and proceeded to attack the ant that had fallen into its, for lack of a better word, larder. A series of jets of sand shot out from the area of the center of the tiny pit, four of them to be exact, and struck the walls near the desperate ant that was trying with all its abilities to climb out of this pit- to the ant, this definitely wasn't natural! Something was acting upon the area to make it do this, and the terrified arthropod didn't want to be in the area at all when the creature at the bottom of the pit was revealed, sure if the entire column fought as one, they'd easily dismember this tiny nemesis of theirs, but that wasn't their way, to ants, any individual is expendable- it is the colony that matters! It was clear to all the humans watching this scene that neither of these natural predators would come into the other's domain willingly, so the one who got tired first would lose the battle. If the ant tired first, it'd fall into the pit, and her 'sisters' would pass her by for dead, and the ant-lion would eat to his heart's content, and throw away the remains, but if the ant-lion tired first, the ant would escape the trap.

This scene was upsetting to the young females, they didn't like to see a creature fighting to stave off death so ferociously, and grieved in their hearts for the ant, who seemed doomed. But the entire scene also reminded them of another encounter with something they called "The First", which Willow next proceeded to bring up in conversation with her Rabbi. As her mentioning of her sins was done, the presence of this other 'erring princess' didn't bother Micah one bit. He genuinely thought it was an opportunity to do some further good for his Lord- as the opportunity to get the errant Latina to behave herself too was also desirable to him- one reason he had not protested one bit with her coming to the picnic. "This reminds me of an encounter with something that was referred to as "the first evil", do you know what that could possibly be, Rabbi?" Willow asked, and when she was asked to describe what this thing said and did in said encounter- which Rabbi Micah was profoundly scared and alarmed in regards to, this set off a most peculiar response, with both of these women talking to him almost simultaneously, but what he could make out of it was that the being had at least twice seemed to jump dimensions, was non-corporeal, and had an extremely malevolent personality, as well as being very frightening to deal with- almost on a preternatural level.

"I'd strongly advise you to stay away from that thing." he said, deeply terrified for his fellow humans, he now strongly suspected that this being was in fact the Devil, mainly due to the aforementioned happily psychopathically cruel personality- that matched the profile to a T. "Not really a possibility, as it can find any human whenever it wants, but doesn't seem able to inflict bodily harm upon humans yet on its own." Kennedy said, speaking up, she didn't remember most of her Catechism training from her childhood, but she did remember some details now that frightened her right to the core "Just like the ant in the pit, I'm terrified of some mysterious predator." Kennedy thought to herself, scared to her very core of what was going on in her life. Kennedy wanted a loving and safe world, not something deadly like this was going to become fast if things weren't done, and promptly. What she dreamed of was a world where she had a sisterly relationship with everybody, not a world where beings killed and mutilated one-another at the drop of a hat and hurt each-other for fun!

"Then my fears are confirmed, it was the Evil One that visited you in that home, but it cannot destroy you without your direct assistance, it can tempt you into wickedness, and then it has the ability to truly hurt you; but to destroy you it has to get you to betray morality- then and only then can it get what it wants: your soul as it's slave for all eternity- just like the Ssi-Ruuk in Star Wars, the Adversary tends to rely upon what might be called 'soul labor', a form of slave-labor, but unending. So, if it causes your death without acquiring your allegiance, then it's lost the war in your sector, for it cannot then get what it wants, for all eternity!" he told them.

"So, the only escape is death then… that's just grim." Kennedy said, she was really enjoying this material because she could understand it, and so what if she didn't like the message, the idea was right up her alley of fighting to defend her loved ones from this evil tyrant! She had her own personal vendetta with this evil spirit, as 'he' had ordered the death of her father- a man whom she loved more deeply than life itself! The pretty Latina perceived this entity as a cruel mixture of Al Capone and Joe Stalin combined in the worst ways, and she really had it in for this vicious entity! Kennedy so often cried whenever she remembered her father that it confused Willow as to why she would want to recall him in the first place, but her crying was largely cathartic, she liked to remember his personality for some odd reason that escaped her too. It actually felt good to her to weep over the death of her daddy, and she never could understand why, but for the life of her she seemed to delight in such an activity.

By sheer co-incidence, both Willow and Kennedy, and Micah too were thinking that if just one of the ants would extend a leg, the ant in the pit would be able to escape for certain. Then it hit all of them: that's exactly what he was doing, and what a cleric's job is to do, to be the one who 'extends the leg' and allows others to escape what the Messiah had called 'the doodlebug' in scripture and tradition- the Evil One won't get someone as easily who has an associate who is willing to risk themselves to rescue their friends and neighbors from its grasp!

In the end of the fight, due to the insects' nature, no other ant would risk its life to rescue its sister (all ants that you are likely to see are girls), but the ant in the pit was too close to the lip of the pit to be eaten, as it was able to get out, and the ant-lion larva couldn't, or wouldn't attempt to climb out to attack the ant in the upper pit, especially not with its friends nearby, and thereby expose itself to attack, so the two of them parted ways.

Rabbi Micah then used this example to illustrate a metaphysical concept to them. "As the ant escaped, its unlikely to be willing to go back to this trap so long as it remembers what lurks under the sand, but ants have a very short memory, far shorter than humans… this may play into its benefit, for it helps to prevent addiction." he explained "Addictions are usually very bad, I've had them, and let me tell you- they're not fun! I still deal with the remnants of an addiction to the occult, what you called 'telephoning the mob', Rabbi" Willow interjected, then continued "and it may crop up at any time!" she said, now with her resolve-face on. This was a major rift-cause between Willow and her friends: Rabbi Micah was very critical of her for dealing with the occult, her Scooby friends rather liked having a magically inclined friend who could 'trouble-shoot' their issues in a type of assistance, and Will needed to be helpful to her friends, Kennedy thought it was rather 'nifty' having a lover who was a witch, and this scared Willow, for she knew what she was doing wasn't safe at all! On the contrary, the only reason why she still did so willingly was that she felt the need to sacrifice herself to keep her loved ones safe. "If the ant had a human memory, don't you think it might become addicted to challenging the ant-lion?" he asked the young women. "And that's just a hypothetical question to consider- why do you think Yahweh gave the ant an ant's mind, and not a mind that can comprehend the preternatural, and some of the supernatural mysteries of eternity too?, if it isn't for the sake of some other task that the ant has an ant's mind." Now the criticism was undeniably clear to them: sinful behaviors are means of 'playing' with demons- and I mean true demons, and that is never safe for a human in the long run.

Kennedy looked extremely upset with this criticism of her lifestyle- she knew it was wrong for her to be sleeping with other girls, but she tended to like to do so anyways. She looked like she wanted to hit Micah for suggesting it, but Willow got in front of her, and held her arms, and told her "I need to hear that, I know, I don't like to hear that I've been a bad girl, but when I have been one, I need to hear it. I needed to speak to him because" now Willow started to look like she was about to cry, and placing her head on Kenny's shoulder, she whimpered to her "I tried to kill you."

Author's Notes End Chapter: I was likely to make this one a one-chapter deal, but I've decided to extend it, the next chapter will be "Willow comes clean" or something like that, and will deal with Willow explaining to Kennedy how she almost killed her before they ever met.


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