Summary: This story takes place during the beginning of The Harvest. Willow, Jesse and Xander are outside fighting for their life while Buffy was inside the mausoleum and fights off Luke. We start off where Buffy tries to save them all. It is AU from there.
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Buffy ran out of the mausoleum after kicking Luke away from her. She had to help her new friends. She was the Chosen One, the one who fights evil vampires, they needed her help. Hearing a man’s scream and a vampire roaring at its intended victim Buffy ran towards the struggle.
“No! Get off!” Jesse pleaded.
“Hey!” Buffy yelled distracting the vampire.
When he looked up at the girl she quickly kicked him off of Jesse. A little disoriented the vampire staggered to his feet, scurrying away. Jesse was a little stunned by witnessing the blond girl attack the vicious creature wanting to tear him to shreds. Being brought out of his musings as Buffy quickly started to pursue the other vampires, Jesse promptly got up and went after her.
Xander was being dragged away by two vampires when Jesse appeared between two gravestones, his eyes wide with fear.
“Xander!” he yelped.
While the vampires were distracted by the concerned friend Buffy took full advantage of the opening and jumped in. Shg sent a high punch to one and side kick to the other simultaneously. Breaking off a dried out branch she noticed on a near by tree, she shoved it into one of the vampire’s undead heart while the other got away.
Jesse rushed over to Xander’s aid while the young brunette was still on the ground.
“Xander, are you okay man?” Jesse asked worried.
“Something hit me,” Xander replied rubbing his pounding head.
“Where's Willow?” Buffy asked running back to the two men, kneeling beside them.
“I don't know! They surrounded us.” Jesse exclaimed.
“That girl grabbed her and took off,” Xander explained while Jesse tried to help him up.
“I, I don't know.”
Standing upright, slowly searching the cemetery Buffy whispered, “Willow!” into the night air. Her newest friend was gone and probably dead by now. She should have never had told her to seize the moment or tried to befriend the shy redhead. It was all her fault that Willow had been taken.
Meanwhile in the sewers…
Darla and Luke pushed Willow into the Master's underground prison/lair, which was the rotting remains of a sunken church.
“Move!” Luke ordered, pushing the scared girl making her stumble a little.
They reached the entrance and Luke forcefully pulled Willow down the middle of the room. Dim lighting from torches and candles bounced off the dirty, cobwebbed walls of his fortress. Willow noticed a chair that looked very much like a thrown for a king to the far left and podium with a book resting upon it. Besides the rubble that lay around from the aftermath of what looked like an earthquake and the vampire residents, the place was pretty much empty. The Master approached the shaking girl cocking his head to the side.
“Is this for me?” The Master asked in a mocking tone while staring at her.
Luke bowed his head, “An offering, Master.”
“Where are the rest?”
“There were more offerings but a girl interfered. She knew of our kind, she was strong Master,” Darla tried to explain. The Master tore his gaze from the young woman, centering his attention to Luke.
“It’s true, there was a girl. She fought well. It is possible that she may be…”
“A Slayer!” The Master said, interrupting Luke. “Do you have any proof?”
“Only that she fought me, and yet lives.”
“Hmm, very nearly proof enough. I can't remember the last time that happened.”
“1843. Madrid. She caught me sleeping.”
“She mustn't be allowed to interfere with the Harvest!”
“Please-please let me go,” Willow begged her voice shaky from her sobs, finally digging up enough courage to speak.
The Master looked at her smiling almost sympathetically. “Now why would I do something like that? I have plans for you my precious,” he said, gently rubbing a finger down her cheek tracing a tear line.
“Master?” Darla asked awaiting further instructions.
The Master never took his red eyes off of the redhead as he answered his favorite childe. “If the girl is in fact the Slayer she will be looking for her. Go, tell the others that we will soon have an unwelcome guest in our midst,” he ordered. Darla nodded and obeyed.
The Master waved his hand at Luke dismissing him. “Make sure the others do as their told. I have some business to attend to,” he stated watching Willow as she shuddered under his gaze. Once Luke had left, Willow had the sudden urge to vomit as bile rose in her throat, being left alone with the dominant of the vampire species was so not of the good.
Licking his ‘fruit punch’ stained lips he lightly grabbed her shoulder and placed his free hand under her chin tenderly lifting it so she gazed into his blood red orbs of torment.
“Do not be frightened my child. I only wish to talk…for the moment,” he said, his voice gentle trying to get her to relax some. For some reason he felt a fatherly affection for the young woman. The all to familiar reaction, somewhat disgusted him but if it weren’t for that ‘feeling’ he wouldn’t have made Darla. She became a fierce killer, feared for many centuries throughout most of the world, by friend and foe alike, especially with her Angelus around.
Maybe this ‘feeling’ he had wasn’t affection but a sense of the demon that the mortal could become. Either way he would treat her like a daughter just as he does with Darla.
“T-talk?” Willow asked, a little taken aback by his being upfront.
“Yes. It seems you have befriended the Slayer. What is her name child?” he asked softly.
“W-why s-should I tell you?” she asked, mentally cursing her self for her stuttering.
The Master grinned slightly amused at her feeble attempt to protect her friend.
“Because, if you don’t…” he began as his hand came in contact with her face busting her lip. “You will be punished. Now I will ask once more child, what‘s her name?” he asked once more, his face more cold than before.
Willow’s green eyes misted over with unshed tears from the stinging pain that was left after being struck. She refused to give in so easily, if she did it would mean endangering Buffy, Jesse, and Xander’s lives and she couldn’t handle being the cause of their demise.
Peering deep within the Master’s hateful glowing eyes the young redhead stood her ground. The Master seen the determination behind her actions and smiled inside, his intuitions were proving him right, there was something about this slip of a girl.
Sucking some of the blood from her lip into her mouth, Willow spit into the Master’s wrinkled face, only further proving his instincts about her. The Master, though impressed, sneered as he slowly wiped the blood from his face. He needed to show this little girl who was ruler around here and he knew exactly how to break her.
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