The Final Showdown
Disclaimer: I own neither Buffy the Vampire Slayer or The Covenant. Each belongs to its respective genius, Joss Whedon and Renny Harlin. Too bad, I would have a lot of fun with those four incredibly gorgeous boys if they belonged to me... ;) They didn't have a script online for it, so all the lines, though copied from the movie, came from me watching and rewatching parts of the movie until I got them right!
I am SO INCREDIBLY SORRY that it took me this long to get this chapter out. Everything went wrong. First, I took a short trip to Arizona to visit a friend, so I didn't have time to write. Then, when I got back to school, my laptop crapped out, refusing to turn on and destroying the part of this chapter I had already had written. It was a nightmare. I had all these ideas floating around in my head, and I couldn't write them down! It was so frustrating! But yes, I hope you guys haven't given up on this story due to it's long update time.
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But anyways, enough with all the formalities, on with the story!
Beep... Beep... Beep...
Buffy awoke to a slow beeping sound and opened her eyes, blinking rapidly as the bright florescent light assaulted her eyes. Looking around the room, she saw that she was in a hospital, and the slow beeping was coming from a heart monitor to her left. The clock on the monitor read eleven thirty-seven pm, and she frowned, wondering what day it was. Spotting three of her friends, she smiled slightly, noticing that they were all asleep: Reid was in a chair against the wall, his head leaning back against the white plaster with his mouth open slightly, Tyler was seated on the hard, tile floor with his chin to his chest and his arms wrapped around himself, and Pogue was seated in a chair at the end of the bed, his head buried in his arms on top of the scratchy material of her blanket. He had a few healing cuts and scrapes on his face, but thankfully, she didn't see any serious injuries. Sitting up, she felt a tugging in both her arms, looking down to see that they each had an IV in them and that her right arm was encased in a cast. She grabbed an IV in each hand and tugged, wincing slightly as the needles were ripped from her veins. She then lifted up the blanket, seeing that she was dressed in a white t-shirt and blue scrubs. Not the typical hospital patient attire, but much better than one of those gown things. Bringing a hand to her ribs, she saw that they were almost fully healed, the slight soreness being the only indication that they had been fractured. Her head snapped to the door as Caleb walked in, and she gave him a smile.
“Damn, you guys must be tired if you're asleep at eleven-thirty.” Eyes widening when he saw that she was awake, he rushed to her side, bumping into Reid and almost causing him to fall out of the chair.
“What the hell, man?” He asked, glaring at Caleb, but jumped up and ran to the bed when he saw that Buffy was awake, effectively rousing Pogue and Tyler.
“Buffy, thank God you're alright.” Caleb cupped her cheek in his hand, worry showing on his handsome face.
“Yeah, I'm fine.” Tyler hopped up onto the bed by her feet, taking her uninjured hand in his, and she gave him a soft smile. “How long was I out?”
“About four days,” said Pogue, looking at her with those soft hazel eyes.” The doctors didn't know if you were ever going to wake up...”
“Well, guess I proved them wrong.” Caleb pushed her back down onto the pillows, but she waved his hands away, wanting to stay sitting. “I'm fine. Can we go now? You know my thing with hospitals.” She was actually doing pretty good, she hadn't even started screaming yet. However, they all just looked at her like she was crazy.
“Buffy, you just got into a motorcycle accident,” Reid supplied, and Buffy looked at him with a 'duh' look. “You have a three cracked ribs, a broken arm, a concussion, a huge gash on your forehead and a bunch of cuts and scrapes. There is no way you are leaving this bed.” She gave an annoyed sigh and tried to get up, knowing that all of those things would be healed by now, but four pairs hands prevented her from getting out of the bed.
“Guys, I'm fine.” They continued to stare at her without removing their hands. She swatted their hands away and kicked the covers off of herself, giving them all an annoyed look. “Alright, look. Now try to keep up. Huge gash on the forehead?” She peeled off the bandage that was covering the wound on her forehead, smacking Caleb's hand away when he tried to stop her. It a bit red around the edges, but other than that, it was completely healed. There was a collective gasp from the four boys. “Check.”
“Holy shit! How did you-...” Reid started, but she shushed him, not finished with her show quite yet.
“Three cracked ribs?” She pulled up the t-shirt, revealing her stomach. There was light bruising, but nothing like bruising and swelling she imagined was there before. “Check. Cuts and scrapes?” She pulled the scrubs up to her knees and held the the t-shirt so that it was covering her breasts, turning so that they could see the complete absence of scabs on her legs and back. Tyler brought a hand to caress her unblemished calf in disbelief, and she gave him a small smile. “Check. Broken arm?” She looked down at her hand, frowning when she remembered that the cast was still there. “Well, I can't really show you with this... thing on it... Can you...?” She gestured toward the cast with her other hand, and Reid's eyes flashed fire, making the plaster crack down the middle.
“Reid!” Caleb scolded, giving him a look.
“What?” he answered, sending Caleb a glare, and Buffy jumped in before they could get into another fight.
“Thanks.” The two turned back to her. “Broken arm?” She tugged the cast off, revealing a perfectly healed arm except for some slight bruising and redness. She poked it and flexed her fingers to prove her point, smiling when she felt no pain, only a slight sense of tightness of a newly healed bone. “Check. And that concussion... Well I don't know how to prove that that's fine, but I assume it is since I'm talking, and I can remember stuff.” Pogue grabbed her previously broken arm, running his fingers up and down it lightly, looking up into her face to see if it hurt. Buffy shook her head, and he sat back in his chair, looking dumbfounded. Reid was looking at her like she had grown another head, and Caleb was gently prodding the wound on her forehead.
“How did you-...” Tyler started before stopping, not really knowing what to say.
“You guys seriously underestimated Slayer healing.” They continued to stare at her without saying anything, and she sighed, slightly frustrated that they weren't getting her out of there. “So, can we go now?” All of them stopped examining her, realizing that she was serious.
“Please?” She pouted, giving them her patented puppy dog eyes, knowing that they wouldn't be able to resist. Caleb sighed and shook his head before walking out of the room to go talk to a nurse. She gave a triumphant smile before turning back to the other three boys. “Can you seal this back up?” she asked, slipping the cast back onto her hand. “If they come check me, I don't want them to see that I managed to get it off without any type of tools.” Pogue nodded, and his eyes flashed, fixing it. “How's Kate?”
“Not good,” he whispered, and she took her hand in his, squeezing it sympathetically.
“Don't worry. She'll be fine.”
A few moments later, a nurse came in and kicked the boys off of her bed, examining her, completely baffled by how Buffy healed so quickly. However, she discharged her all the same, insisting that they call if anything went wrong. Buffy said that she would and practically ran out of the hospital, wanting to get out of there and back into the fight as soon as possible. However, being almost midnight, this wasn't all that possible, and the five decided to head home and get some sleep. They split up after Buffy's insistence that she was fine and that she didn't need all four of them fussing over her, and the drive back to Caleb's house was made in silence. He kept looking over at her when he thought she wasn't paying attention, only stopping after she gave him an annoyed glare, telling him to quit it. He pulled into the driveway of the mansion and killed the engine, getting out and rushing to the other side to open the door for her. Giving her a small smile, Caleb grabbed her hand and led her into the house, closing the door quietly behind them so as not to wake his mother.
“Are you sure you're alright?” he asked, taking the jacket he had lent her and hanging it up by the door. “Because I can stay up with you if you want.” They had already established that she didn't want to sleep because she had been out for four days, and that he was tired and wanted to go to bed. She smiled at him, knowing that he felt guilty for leaving her alone so soon after she had woken up.
“No, I'm fine. Just going to take a shower, get something to eat, and watch some mindless middle-of-the-night T.V.”
“Alright.” He led the way up the stairs and down the hall to their rooms, stopping when they reached her door. “Just come get me if you need anything.”
“Will do.” Giving him a quick peck on the lips, she quickly undressed and hopped into the shower, wanting to wash that hospital smell off of her. When she was done throughly cleaning her hair and body, as she hadn't taken a shower since before the accident, she continued to stand under the stream of water, letting the heat soothe her sore muscles. A few minutes later, she got out, not bothering to dry her hair, and walked back into the bedroom, changing into a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and a tank top. Grabbing the t-shirt and scrubs she had been given at the hospital, she exited her room and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Right on cue, her stomach growled, and she frowned, knowing that the liquid in the IV was not nearly enough to feed her Slayer metabolism. Dumping the hospital clothes in the garbage and grabbing a frozen pepperoni pizza out of the freezer, she quickly read the directions before popping it into the oven and setting the timer for thirty minutes. Wandering into the living room, she grabbed a throw from the couch and draped it over herself, grabbing the remote and turning on the T.V., flipping through the channels aimlessly until she settled on some mindless reality show. Thirty minutes later, she heard the beeper and jumped off of the couch, grabbing a few slices and putting them on a plate before wrapping up the rest and shoving it in the fridge for the next day. She grabbed her snack and made her way back to the living room, settling down just as a new episode of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit started. Half way through the next episode and fully though her meal, Buffy felt the now-familiar jolt of energy she got when Chase used, and she closed off the T.V., quickly making her way though the kitchen to dump her plate on the counter and up the stairs, breaking into a full out run when she heard a loud crash come from Caleb's room. Flinging open the door to his room, her eyes widened as she saw that the bookcase was broken, a pile of books and other trinkets lying forgotten on the floor, and the mirror on the back of his closet door was completely shattered, broken glass littering the floor by the bed. Caleb was lying flat on his back in the center of the room, and Chase was straddling his waist, his hand gripping Caleb's chin while the other rested on his chest.
“Ew! What are you doing? Get off of him!” She crossed to the middle of the room in a few strides and grabbed Chase by his jacket, pulled him him off of Caleb, and flung him backwards so that he slammed into the wall. His eyes flashed black, and she flew across the room, skidding across the polished wooden floor and stopping once she hit the wall with a loud thump.
“Well, well, well,” he scoffed, getting to his feet and brushing some imaginary lint off of his jacket. “Look who's all better. I've gotta say. For someone who was in a massive motorcycle accident, you look pretty damn good. But then again, you always look pretty damn good.”
“Bit me,” Buffy snarled, pushing herself to her feet.
“Mmm. You don't have to ask me twice.” He gave her a suggestive smile before turning back to Caleb, who had managed to get into a sitting position and was leaning against the bed for support. “Well, I'd better be going. Catch you two later.” And with that, he disappeared into thin air, leaving Buffy and Caleb staring at the place where he was just standing. Shaking her head, Buffy rushed over to Caleb, helping him to his feet and wincing in sympathy as he groaned in pain. Looking him over, she came to the conclusion that he wasn't seriously hurt but that he would probably be somewhat bruised and cut up in the morning.
“Here, come on. Let's get you to bed.” She wrapped an arm around his shirtless waist and threw his arm over her shoulder, half dragging, half carrying him over to the bed. Helping him onto the mattress and pulling the comforter over him, she left the room and entered her own, grabbing her first aid kit before heading back across the hall. Hopping onto the bed and crawling over to Caleb, she took out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a few cotton ball out of the kit, slapping his hand away as he tried to cover the cut over his forehead. “Oh, stop being such a baby. Let me clean these.” After cleaning the wound on his head and one on his chest, she forced him over on his stomach so that she could de-glass and clean the wounds located on his back. “There. All done.” She packed up the kit and made to get off of the bed, but stopped when he grabbed her arm.
“Stay?” She gave him a soft smile and dumped the first aid kit onto his nightstand before crawling under the covers, laughing softly as he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her flush against his half-naked body.
“So what was that all about?” she asked, a sense of calm sweeping over her body as he snuggled into the back of her neck and wrapped his arms around her waist, duplicating the position of her first night there.
“He wants me to will him his power,” he answered, his voice muffled by her hair. “Tomorrow night at the barn. He wants me to meet him there before I ascend.”
“What?” she asked, shooting up and looking down at him in disbelief. “How can you be so calm! He wants you to will him your power! What are we going to do? If you will it to him, you'll di-...”
“I know,” he said in a soft voice, trying to pull her back down to him, but she swatted his hands away. “It's going to be fine. There's nothing we can do now. We'll tell Pogue, Reid, and Tyler in the morning, alright?”
“Buffy, please. I just...” He gave her those unbelievably adorable kicked puppy dog eyes that she couldn't resist, and she sighed exasperatedly, rolling her eyes.
“Fine.” She wasn't one to give up easily, but hearing the desperation in his voice, she decided to let it go for now. She laid back down next to him, resting her head against the pillow as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Night.” He gave her a small kiss on the back of her neck, making her tingle all over, before snuggling closer to her, his warm breath sending chills down her spine. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she let herself relax, the slight rise and fall of his chest against her back and his soft breathing lulling her into a light sleep.
Buffy cracked an eye open as Caleb slid out from beneath the sheets, having woken up as a result of his movements. Groaning softly at the tell-tale throbbing in her temples from not enough sleep, she glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, groaning again when she saw that it read nine am.
“Hey,” Caleb greeted softly, sitting down on the bed and running a hand through her tousled hair. “I didn't mean to wake you. I called the boys. I'm going to go meet them and fill them in.”
“Want me to come with?” She pushed herself to a sitting position, watching appreciatively as Caleb pulled on a pair of jeans and a tight white t-shirt.
“Nah, it's alright. Go back to sleep.” Buffy frowned slightly, wanting to go back to sleep but feeling a bit guilty about it and wondering why she was so tired after being unconscious for four days.
“You sure?” Her eyes followed him across the room as he pulled on a jacket and shoved his cell phone, wallet, and keys into the pocket before sitting down on the bed to pull on a pair of black shoes.
“Yeah, I'll be back in a little bit.” He gave her a peck on the lips before getting off the bed and walking toward the door. “Call me if you need me?”
“You know it.” She gave him a smile, watching as he exited the room and closed the door softly behind him, before flopping back down on the pillows and snuggling deeper into the fluffy comforter.
A while later, Buffy heard the closing of a door and opened her eyes, craning her neck to look at the clock and seeing that it was now about eleven-thirty. Looking down at the foot of her bed, her brow furrowed confusedly as she noticed two medium-sized white boxes and and two smaller ones with a single red rose placed on top of the pile. Throwing back the covers, she crawled across the bed toward them, gently picking up the rose and putting it down on the dark blue comforter before turning her attention to the larger, flat box. Pulling off the lid, she let out a small gasp as she saw what it was, gently lifting it out of the box to reveal a simple black cocktail dress. Although it was simple, it was absolutely gorgeous: it was strapless, with a sweetheart neckline and fitted bust and waist, layers of silk chiffon flowing from the neckline to the knee-length hem.
“Oh my god.” Gently placing the dress back in the box, she grabbed the other large one, wanting to save the small blue one for last. Yanking the lid off of the box, she smiled widely when she saw that it contained a pair of black strappy sandals with a three inch heal. Setting that box aside, she grabbed the last one, letting out a loud gasp as she lifted the lid. Inside was a white gold diamond necklace, with nine small, absolutely perfect diamonds arranged in a shape of a V. The white gold chain was intricately woven, ending in an ornate clasp. Staring at the necklace for moment, she had the sudden urge to pinch herself to see if she was dreaming but snappEd out of her daze a second later when she realized she had one more box to open. Quickly discarding the lid, she saw that inside was a pair of matching diamond studs.
“Do you like it?” She whirled to see Caleb leaning against the door frame, watching her with an amused smile. The others were also crowded into the doorway with eager looks on their faces, clearly hoping that she liked what they picked out for her. She briefly wondered how they had all managed to get into her room without her noticing but eventually chalked it up to the distraction that their gifts had provided and waved them over to the bed.
“What is all this?” she asked, watching as all four walked over to the bed. Caleb and Pogue settled themselves on the bed in front of her, Tyler made himself comfortable at her side, and Ried slid onto the bed behind her, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her waist once she was comfortably seated.
“Tonight's the dance,” said Tyler matter-of-factly, and Buffy nodded, knowing about the traditional Spenser dance on the first weekend back from Summer break. Pogue sensed that she wasn't satisfied with that answer and continued off of Tyler's explanation.
“We wanted to get you something nice to wear.”
“But it's so expensive,” she protested, looking between the shoes, dresses, and jewelry, knowing that all this stuff probably cost them a fortune.
“Nothing's too good for our favorite Slayer,” Reid said softly, his warm breath tickling her ear and making her squirm slightly.
“None of that. You're keeping it,” Pogue scolded, giving her a small smile. Buffy gave him a small smile before narrowing her eyes suspiciously, noticing that Caleb had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout the entirety of their explanation. Feeling the mood shift instantly, she frowned slightly as he refused to meet her eyes, knowing that something was up.
“Guys, what's going on.” None of them answered, so Buffy continued to prod. “Guys.” There was another short pause before Tyler spoke up.
“Caleb's going after Chase,” he said quietly, not looking at her. “Tonight.”
“Like hell he is!” Buffy exclaimed, her voice somewhat louder than usual. She tried to get up, but Reid held her tight against his chest, trapping her against him. “Caleb! You can't! It's suicide! And you three!” She gestured wildly since she was unable to get up and pace. “Letting him do this!”
“We're not letting him do anything!” Reid snapped, giving her an apologetic look when she turned to look at him in shock.
“Buffy,” Caleb said assertively, and she faced forward to look at him. “I'm doing this. Alone.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he raised a hand to silence her. “It's me who he wants. I'm not risking any of you. Not again.”
“No,” he said firmly, looking straight into her eyes. “You're not coming with me.” Buffy tore her eyes away from Caleb's to look at the other boys. By the expressions on their faces, it was evident they had clearly tried to talk him out of this and had received the same speech she was getting now. She sighed loudly and nodded, knowing that if she tried to argue, she would end up either crying or yelling. Knowing that neither would help the situation, she let it go, fully intending on cornering Caleb when they were alone.
“Fine.” He gave her a small smile and took her hand in his, giving it a squeeze.
The rest of the afternoon and early evening passed quickly, Buffy and the boys formulating a game plan for that night. Pogue, Tyler, and Reid had brought their clothes to Caleb's house and would change there so that they were ready to leave for the dance as soon as Caleb was ready. The boys would escort Buffy to the dance, and Caleb would meet up with him after he defeated Chase. Realistically, this was the best case scenario, and they all knew it, but none of them wanted to think about what would happen if Caleb lost. Buffy thought she knew all the details of the situation, but at exactly nine-thirty, there was a knock at the door that completely shot this theory to hell. Reaching the door first, Buffy threw it open to see a slightly nervous Sarah standing there with a few bags in her hands.
“Hi?” she greeted questioningly, stepping back after a moment so that the other girl could enter.
“Hi, Buffy,” Sarah greeted timidly, giving the shorter girl a small smile. Buffy could sense the slight twinge of jealousy to her voice, and raised an eyebrow, wondering if something had happened between her and Caleb.
“Sarah,” she heard Caleb say, and a second later, he appeared at her side, giving Sarah a smile and and leading her to the stairs. “Bathroom's up the stairs on the left. You can get ready there.”
“Alright, thanks Caleb.” She quickly climbed the stairs and disappeared out of sight, and Buffy heard the quiet slam of a door as she reached the bathroom. Continuing to stare at the stairs for a few seconds, she turned on Caleb, pinning him with a look.
“What's she doing here?” she asked, and Caleb grabbed her hand, leading her into the living room where Tyler, Reid, and Pogue were all seated.
“She's going to the dance with you guys.”
“Wait, what?” She was still confused, not understanding why this girl was here when they were all preparing for what could realistically be the next apocalypse if Chase got Caleb's power. “What about Chase? Don't involve an innocent girl, Caleb!”
“She knows about Chase,” he explained, gently pushing her down onto the couch next to Tyler. “And she knows about what we are.” He gestured between himself and the three other boys.
“She had a dream about the spiders before Chase attacked Kate. She looked it up in the library and found out. I took her to see my dad when she confronted me.” Buffy gave him a shocked look. She and the other Sons of Ipswitch were the only ones who knew about Caleb's father.
“She could get hurt!” she protested, the Slayer in her surfacing at the chance that this girl could potentially be in danger. “What if Chase goes after her? She's too close, Caleb!”
“He wont,” he said quickly. “Not if she goes with you. I don't think he'll try anything in the open.” Suddenly, something clicked, and she couldn't stop herself from blurting it out.
“Is she your... date?” Caleb smiled, seeing the jealousy behind her words, and shook his head.
“It didn't work out between me and Sarah. I'm in love with someone else.” Buffy blinked and looked over at Tyler, who was currently staring down at his hands. There was a moment of awkward silence before Reid, aways the impatient one, spoke up.
“So... we should start getting ready now, yeah?” Buffy snapped her head toward him, only to see that there was something behind his eyes that she couldn't distinguish.
“What? Oh yeah,” said Caleb, snapping out of his daze. “Sure.” Pushing herself off of the couch after giving Tyler's hand a small squeeze, she made her way up the stairs and down the corridor to her room, closing the door behind her. She quickly shed her t-shirt and jeans and slipped on the black dress the boys had given her that morning, loving the way the smooth fabric slid over her tanned skin. Grabbing the boxes with the earrings and necklace, she entered the bathroom and placed them on the counter. After using a curling iron to give her hair soft waves, she parted it on the left, letting it sweep across her forehead, and clipped it into a half up, half down style. Wanting to keep her make-up light, she applied a sheen of waterproof mascara and pale pink lip gloss before gently taking the earrings and necklace out of their boxes and putting them on, taking a step back to admire her reflection in the mirror. Giving a satisfied smile, she walked back into the bedroom and grabbed the black strappy sandals, slipping them on and grabbing a small purse, filling it with her cell phone, wallet, and a small knife. Looking around the room and deciding that she didn't need anything else, she exited the bedroom and descended the stairs, entering the drawing room to see that Caleb and his mother were wrapped up in an intense discussion, Pogue, Tyler, and Reid standing awkwardly around the sides of the room. They all looked absolutely gorgeous. Reid was wearing a blue button down shirt with a red t-shirt under it, a black blazer, and his trademark fingerless gloves, Tyler was dressed a bit more traditionally in a light blue button down, a loosely tied tie, and a black sports jacket, Pogue was wearing a simple black button down shirt, and Caleb was wearing a white button down shirt with a black tie. All of them were wearing neatly-ironed black slacks, and Buffy smiled, thinking that they looked much better dressed up with their own flair than in their school uniforms. Then again, they looked pretty damn cute in those, too.
“Caleb, you cannot do this alone,” Evelyn was saying, sweeping across the room in a long silk robe. “We have to go to the others.” Buffy quietly slipped into the room and skirted around the edge, coming to stand next to Tyler. She could feel his eyes on her, as well as Pogue and Reid's, as she walked up to him, and she frowned slightly as Caleb and his Evelyn ignored her and continued to argue.
“You look beautiful,” Tyler said softly, grazing her cheek with his lips and making her blush slightly.
“Thanks,” she whispered. “You don't look too bad yourself.” Reid gave her a wink and, she smiled back before turning her attention back to Caleb and his mom.
“We can't do that,” Caleb said, softly, looking Evelyn straight in the eye. “He'll kill us all, including you. Buffy was the final warning.”
“Then we have to go to your father.” Caleb closed his eyes briefly before shaking his head.
“No. I know what you're thinking mother, and you know what'll happen.” There was a short moment of silence as Evelyn looked at her son, bringing her hands to his face to cup his cheeks.
“But he loves you.”
“It doesn't matter. I have to do this by myself.” He gathered her hands in his and gave them a soft kiss before dropping them to her sides. She looked down, clearly upset, before pulling away and walking over to sit down on the couch. “Is Sarah still upstairs?”
“Yes,” she sighed, shaking her head. “You should have never involved her.” Buffy moved from Tyler's side and sat down on the couch next to Evelyn, taking the older woman's hands in hers in a gesture of comfort. “You look beautiful, my dear,” she whispered to Buffy as a side note, giving her a small smile.
“You're right,” Caleb said softly, closing his eyes and running a hand over his face. “I can't change the past and he's using her against me. All of you.” He looked over at Buffy and gave her a sad smile. “And it's going to stop.” He walked over to where Tyler, Pogue, and Reid were congregated, clapping Reid on the back and giving him a look. “Take Buffy and Sarah to the dance. I'll meet you there.”
“Will you just let us help you?” Reid asked exasperatedly, fixing the older boy with a glare. “You know we've got your back.” Pogue and Tyler nodded in agreement, and Caleb sighed.
“I know you do,” he said, his voice sad but demanding. “But please, just once, do what I ask.” Reid continued to look at him for a second, but eventually caved and nodded. Caleb let go of Reid's shoulder and walked over to Buffy, taking her hand in his and pulling her to a standing position. Holding her out at arms length to take in her appearance, he gave her a smile before raising their hands, forcing her into a little twirl. “You look absolutely perfect.”
“Thanks,” she answered softly, her stomach sinking at the turmoil behind his beautiful brown eyes. Just then, Sarah entered the room, dressed in a long, low cut, white dress with delicate sleeves. Her hair was twisted into a loose not at the base of her neck, and there was a shiny white ribbon tied around her neck. Letting go of Buffy's hand, Caleb walked over to Sarah, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Letting out a soft sigh, Buffy watched them, looking up as Pogue slipped an arm around her waist and smiled down at her.
“You guys ready?” Caleb called, and Buffy nodded, allowing Pogue to lead her out the front door and to Tyler's black SUV, Tyler and Reid trailing behind them. Walking her to the the passenger side door, Pogue stopped and dropped his hand from Buffy's waist, leaving her side as Reid opened the door for her. Forcing herself to remain in the seat as the three boys got into the car, she watched out the window as Sarah and Caleb said their goodbyes. Once they were done, Buffy slipped out of the car and slammed the door shut after her, ignoring Reid's yelling at her to get her “sexy ass” back into the car. Watching as Sarah slid into the back seat with Reid and Pogue, she walked right up to Caleb, smiling inwardly at his surprised look.
“I'm coming with you,” she said matter-of-factly, moving her hands to rest on her hips.
“No you're not,” he responded, attempting to push he back to the car, but she stood her ground. “Buffy, get in the car.”
“No!” She yelled, ripping her arm from his grasp. “There is no way I'm going to stand around twiddling my thumbs while you're fighting that bastard to the death!”
“Buffy, you promised.”
“Actually, I think I said 'fine' in an extremely annoyed tone of voice, fully intending to corner you about it later.” He moved to grab her arm again, and she took a step back, effectively evading him.
“Buffy...” he started, but she quickly interrupted him.
“Don't Buffy me.” She glanced over at the car to see that all the windows had been rolled down, and Reid had moved to the front seat, knowing that she wasn't going to stand down. “You know how stubborn I am. So we can either stand here and argue about it, or we can go kick some bad guy ass.” He continued to look at her for a few minutes, jumping slightly as lightning flashed through the air, signaling rain.
“Alright. Get in the car.” She gave him a smug smile and Tyler a thumbs up before jogging over to Caleb's silver Mustang and getting in. “Are you sure?” he asked her the second he slid into the seat and slammed the door shut.
“Yes, I'm sure. Now go,” she ordered, and he smiled at her, giving her knee a quick squeeze before inserting the key into the ignition, starting the car, and following Tyler's SUV out of the driveway. The drive to the barn was made in silence, Caleb concentrating on the road, and Buffy staring out the window, watching as the heavy rain splattered against the glass. Fifteen minutes later, Caleb's cell phone rang, making them both jump slightly at the sudden break in silence.
“Hello?” he asked after fishing it out of his pocket and answering. Buffy went back to staring out the window, hardly listening as Caleb talked to Reid on the phone.
“Any sign of him?”
“Good. Listen, I'm on the way. If he does show, promise me you won't do anything stupid.”
“Caleb...” She heard the hesitancy in his voice, and she knew that all he wanted was to meet them at the barn so that he could help fight Chase.
“Promise me.” There was a pause and a sigh before Reid answered.
“Fine, I promise.”
“How's Sarah doing. Can I talk to her?”
“Yeah, she's fine, man, hang on.” Buffy heard the phone being passed, and a second later, Sarah greeted Caleb warmly.
“Hey, how you holding up?”
“I'm fine. Caleb, when are you going to get here?”
“I'll be there soon, I just ha-... Shit!” Buffy's head snapped to the front window to see Chase standing on top of the hood of the car, and she braced herself against the dash board with her hands as Caleb slammed on the breaks, sending the convertible skidding to the side of the road. Buffy made to get out of the car, but Caleb grabbed her arm, his eyes locked with Chase's through the rain-soaked windshield. Raising a hand, Chase blew a hole through the front window, and Buffy brought her arms to her protect her face, waiting for the flying glass to cut into her flesh, but it never came. Looking to her left, she saw that Caleb had slowed the glass so that it hung in mid air, bouncing against their faces, and was still staring at Chase, blinking as the rain pelted him through the broken window.
“So, what's your plan? You can't beat me, you know,” Chase taunted, giving them both a smirk. And with that, he leaped to the back of the car and the rest of the windows exploded, but Caleb slowed it once again. Without another word or look at Buffy, he stumbled out of the car in to the rain and started running toward the old Putnam Barn.
“Caleb! Wait!” He disappeared behind a clump of trees, and Buffy swore, scrambling out of the passenger's side door, gasping when the cold rain made contact with her flushed skin. Kicking off her high-heeled shoes, she sprinted toward the barn, cursing loudly as the pouring rain soaked her hair and dress. “Caleb!” she yelled, entering the structure, nearly running into him, as he stood just inside the door. “What are you...” She craned her neck so that she could see around him, stopping once she saw Chase standing on the rafter on the other end of the barn, a flash of lightning breaking the darkness. “Oh...”
“Well, well, well...” he scoffed, giving the two a smirk before turning his attention toward Buffy. “Look who we have here. You look absolutely gorgeous.” Caleb pushed Buffy back behind him before snarling back at Chase.
“Don't you dare talk to her. Don't even look at her!” She swatted his hand holding her behind him away, stopping at his side and giving him a look when he tried to pull her back.
“Ahhh, young love. There's nothing like it.” Another flash of lightning filled the barn, illuminating his smirk. “You know, I'm just getting the feeling that you're not going to keep up your end of the bargain, so you won't mind if I take out a small insurance policy, will you?” In the blink of an eye, he was gone. A second later, Caleb tumbled forward onto the ground, and Buffy spun around only to find herself face to face with Chase. She made to lunge for him, but before she could make contact, he raised his arms and shot a water-looking bolt of power at her, sending her flying across the barn and slamming into the opposite wall. She jumped up and started to run back to him, but four walls appeared, trapping her in a cage made of the water-like substance and sending her tumbling to the ground.
“No! Caleb!” She slammed her fist into the barrier, but it was like hitting solid rock, and she drew her hand back, wincing. “Dammit!” She punched it again, but to no avail.
“Buffy!” Caleb started to run toward her, but Chase raised a hand, erecting a wall in front of him so that he slammed into it and fell to the ground.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Chase scolded, waving a finger mockingly at him. “You touch her and she dies.”
“Oh please,” Buffy scoffed, seeing Caleb's eyes turn black and wanting to divert Chase's attention from her friend. “That is so typical movie villain. I half expect you to suddenly grow a goatee so that you can twist it around your finger.” Chase turned toward her, and for a second she thought that it had worked, but the second Caleb scrambled to his feet and took a step toward the older boy, Chase held up a hand in his direction, shooting a bolt of energy that sent him flying through the air, landing in a heap on the floor.
“I'll tell you what,” Chase said with a smirk, watching as Caleb pushed himself to his feet. “I'll make this easy for you. How about an accident. You lose control of your car on the way to the pathetic little dance. Trust me, I'm good at car accidents.” He gave a smile similar to that of someone reminiscing before his features returned to a mocking smirk. “Everyone will miss you. You'll say great things about you. Only the covenant will know the real truth, but to them, you'll become a legend. The one who gave his life for them. And Buffy. But don't worry. I'll take good care of her.” He glance over at Buffy, giving her a suggestive smirk and eyebrow raise, causing her to wrinkle her nose in disgust and give the barrier another solid punch in vain.
“How about you let her go and fight me like a man,” Caleb snarled, his eyes flashing at the threat to Buffy's safety.
“How about I make you my we-atch?” Chase gave a little chuckle, clearly thinking this line was hilarious, and Buffy rolled her eyes exasperatedly.
“Did you seriously just say that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him in disgust. “That was seriously the worst pun I've ever heard in my entire life. And trust me, I've heard some pretty bad ones.”
“Quiet, sweetheart,” he replied, not looking at her. “The big boys are playing now.”
“I'll never will you my power,” Caleb said firmly, sending Chase a glare, a sight that was quite terrifying with this blackened eyes.
“Then it looks like trouble for Buffy,” Chase retaliated with a smirk, looking back and Buffy and blowing her a kiss.
“I'll never let that happen,” Caleb snarled, his hands balling into fists at his sides.
“Excuse me!” Buffy called, slightly annoyed. “I am standing right here, you know!” However they both ignored her and continued with their staring match.
“Fine. let's do it your way.” Without any warning, Chase thrust his hands out in front of him, sending a bolt of energy at Caleb that knocked him backwards to the ground. Taking a few steps forward, he slammed his foot to the ground, encasing Caleb in the watery substance so that his hands were pinned to his sides.
“Caleb!” Buffy yelled, once again slamming her fist into the barrier and letting out a frustrated scream as her knuckles split, sending a stream of blood flowing down her arm. Caleb struggled, but couldn't seem to free himself. Shaking her head to get her soaking hair out of her face, she turned her attention to Chase. “Leave him alone, you son of a bitch!”
“Now, now,” Chase scolded, looking over his shoulder and giving her a smile. “Wait your turn, love. I'll get to you in a second.” She let out another scream of frustration, slamming both palms into the barrier. She let loose a flurry of punches as Chase and Caleb continued to fight, finally sinking to her knees in defeat, fury bubbling inside her as Chase sent Caleb crashing into a wooden support beam and held him there, suspended in the air at the top of the pole. Buffy jumped to her feet as a bolt of lightning crashed through the roof of the barn and attached itself to Caleb, this sizzling of electricity mixing with his screams of pain.
“Caleb!” She wrenched her gaze away from where the lightning had merged with Caleb's body, causing various beams of light to protrude from his chest, and toward a widely smiling Chase. “Stop it! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't hurt him anymore!” She pounded on the barrier with her fists, desperate to help her friend. To kill the bastard that was torturing him. To do something.
“Oh, I'm not doing anything,” he answered, turning to look at her with a look of utter glee. “Your boyfriend's ascending. It's only a matter of time before I have his powers and he's just another dead teenager. But you. I may just keep you around for a while. I'm thinking a Princess Lea gold bikini? Could be fun.”
“I swear to God. I'm going to show you so much pain that you'll beg me to kill you to put you out of your misery,” she snarled, pressing her face as close to the barrier as possible and narrowing her eyes dangerously.
“I can't wait. Now shh, you're making me miss the show!” He waved a hand at her dismissively before turning back to Caleb, watching him for a second before addressing him. Caleb continued to scream and writhe in pain and Buffy slammed her palms against the barrier before turning away and starting to pace, unable to watch this any longer. “Scary, huh, Caleb? This new power you get when you ascend. Frankly, I don't think you're cut out for it. So why don't we just call it a night. Just say the words.” Buffy once again found herself watching as Chase's eyes widened slightly as Caleb disappeared into the watery substance that the boys had been throwing at each other throughout the fight and reappeared on his knees on the hay-covered ground. With a snarl, he threw a bolt of energy at Chase, who easily deflected it away from himself, sending in Buffy's direction and knocking a lantern off of a crate next to her.
“Oh bad. Bad, bad, bad.” She turned around and stepped back, feeling her back collide with the barrier as she winced at the sudden heat, taking in how rapidly the fire was spreading across the dry hay. Hearing a loud crash, she spun around, watching in horror as a pile of wood collapsed in on itself as Caleb slammed into it. Chase laughed, paying no attention to Buffy or the raging fire that threatened to consume the barn if it wasn't put out soon. “Dammit.” Having long ago given up on trying to get out of the small cage she was trapped in, she watched helplessly as Caleb crawled out of the rubble on his hands and knees, and as Chase raised a finger, effortlessly slamming him back to the ground. He walked over to Caleb and knelt beside him, grabbing his hair and holding his head up so that they were both looking directly at Buffy and the fire that was rapidly growing behind her.
“You ready to say uncle?” he asked, and for once his voice was sombre instead of excited as it had been previously.
“Caleb! Don't do it!” Chase waved a hand in Buffy's direction, sending a bolt of energy crashing into her cage and making her jump back at the impact.
“I'm ready for you to go to hell,” Caleb growled, but stayed on the ground, unable to summon the energy to push himself off of the ground. Chase gave a small smile before raising his hand and sending Caleb flying into the air and crashing through a window and into the rain.
“Don't go anywhere, gorgeous. I'll be back for you.” Chase gave her one last smile before exiting the barn, leaving Buffy staring after him.
“No! Dammit!” Buffy gave the barrier another frustrated punch, widening the cuts on her knuckles and causing large amounts of blood to pour from them. Feeling a large blast of heat on her cheek, she twirled around to see that the crate next to her had caught fire, making her shrink back against the watery confines of her cage.
'Great,' she thought. 'I can see it now. Buffy Summers, longest living Slayer in history, survivor of vampire attacks, demon attacks, giant snake attacks, killed by fire.' She continued to panic for another few minutes before a loud crackling shook her out of her daze. Watching in confusion as another bolt of lightning shot through the roof of the barn, she let out a loud gasp as it slammed into the barrier in front of her, breaking it, before slicing through her chest. She had experienced pain before but nothing like this: it was as if thousands of white-hot needles were being shoved into her skin over and over. She collapsed to the ground and curled into the fetal position, her eyes rolling back in her head and her body shaking violently, blood trickling from her palms as a result of digging her fingernails into the soft flesh. She heard a loud, agonizing scream pierce the air around her, and it took a second for her to realize that it was coming from her. And just like that, it was over. In place of the pain, Buffy could feel energy pulsing through her veins, and she pushed herself to her feet, keeping her eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to quell the power bubbling under her skin. Finally opening her eyes and seeing that her vision was a few shades darker than normal, she gasped as something clicked in her brain. Lightning. Power. Darkened vision. That had to mean...
“Caleb!” The last word came out as a scream, and in the blink of an eye, Buffy found herself standing outside, her hair and dress once again getting completely soaked by the pouring rain. Squinting to see a few feet in front of her, her eyes narrowed as she made out Caleb sprawled on the ground, unmoving as Chase kneeled above him, his hands on either sides of Caleb's head. “No!” She sprinted at him head on, the rain blurring her vision, sending a solid punch to Chase's face the second he turned around at the sound of her voice. He flew through the air at the impact, landing several yards away as a result of the combination of her Slayer strength and her new power. Slowly, Buffy made her way to him, kicking him in the side once she reached him, causing him to cough and sputter as the rain poured down on him. Kicking his arm aside as he attempted to trip her, she straddled his waist and grabbed the collar of his jacket to hold him up, her knees sinking a few inches into the muddy ground. His eyes returned to their normal pale blue color as he looked up at her with a smirk. She continued to look down at him with a hard look, her now black eyes locked with his. “I don't usually kill humans, but for you, I'll make an exception. The second you messed with me and mine, you got a death warrant stamped on your forehead.”
“You won't kill me,” Chase scoffed through a mouthful of blood, smiling up at her. She leaned in close, feeling his intake of breath as she pressed her lips against the lobe of his ear.
“Watch me.” And with that, she pulled back and swiftly jerked her arms in a clockwise motion, effectively snapping his neck, and dropped him to the ground, watching as the light faded from his eyes. Letting out a deep breath, she pushed herself off of the sopping ground and pushed the wet hair away from her neck, staring down at the first human she had ever killed. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she spun around only to see a very alive Caleb looking down at her in concern. “Caleb!” She flung herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, finally letting the tears that she had been holding back fall. “I thought you were dead. There was lightning, and I suddenly had all this power... I thought that-...” She looked up as he cupped her cheek in his hand, her tears mingling with the cold rain as it pelted against her face.
“I know,” he said gently, giving her a soft smile and rubbing small circles on her back with his free hand. “But I'm fine.”
“It was my Dad.” There was a pause as the two looked at each other, Buffy struggling to understand what he was saying. “I felt it when he...”
“Oh, Caleb,” she said, furrowing her brow in concern for her friend. “I'm so sorry... I don't...”
“It's alright,” he said, not really looking at her but using his hand to tuck a stray strand of blond hair behind her ear. “He knew what he was doing. It's what he wanted.” He looked over her shoulder, and Buffy turned her head to see him staring at Chase's body.
“What do we do with him?” she asked in a soft voice, still somewhat shocked at killing a human even though she had thought that he had killed one of her best friends. Without another word, Caleb removed his hand from her face and waved it in the direction of the body, and Buffy watched in awe as it seemed to melt into the earth.
“Come on,” he said, using the hand on the small of her back to gently push her in the direction of his car. “Lets get out of here.”
“Hey, Caleb?” she asked, stopping and turning around to smile up at his questioning face. “Happy birthday.”
THE END! (or is it? hehe)
Well, that's the story for now. I know that this was a hideously long chapter, but I wanted to get it done. Sorry if you had to suffer through it! =) But yes, I will be writing a few stories pairing Buffy with the boys, but they might not come for a while. I've got school work to do, and I want to update a few of my other fics first. Leave me a review on your way out to let me know if you liked it!