What Cannot Be Undone
Title: What Cannot Be Undone
Author: Jinni (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things AB belong
to Laurell K Hamilton, et al.
Distribution: The normal places.
Author’s Notes: The first full length AB fic I’ve written in a while. Be kind.
Summary: There are things in life that we just have to learn to deal with once
Fate hands us the cards.
“You’re meeting Willow again?”
Paris felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise, the words drifting through
the crowd to her alert ears. Richard was meeting this Willow girl –again-? That
was the third time this week that she’d heard of. It was getting serious.
She bit back a growl.
“She’s great, Sylvie. Really bright. Definitely worth the time. We’re meeting
tomorrow night near the old lake in the park.”
The female wolf forced a smile to her face as one of her companions said
something and the rest of the group laughed. She should have known that a ‘
quiet night at the Lupanar’, just a little get together for the pack, would end
up annoying her.
But she never would have guessed it would annoy her this much. This Willow girl
had to be human, she hadn’t seen or heard of her in any of the shifter circles.
And Richard was seeing her –a lot-. That could only mean one thing.
Another human Lupa was on the way.
Not this time, she told herself with barely restrained fury. This time she’d
ensure that no human held that position. Even if it meant she was no longer
welcome in this city, she’d make sure that the rest of the pack didn’t have to
go through that ordeal again.
“So you’re learning a lot from this girl?”
Richard nodded, smiling at his second. “You’re like her, I think. She’s got so
many stories about the Hellmouth, about the things that go on there.”
Slyvie smirked. “Sounds like you two have hit it off.”
“It’s not like that,” Richard shook his head. “She’s a friend of a friend and
is just doing me a favor by helping with my shields. Ever since I started
working with her I can hardly feel Anita and Jean-Claude in my head anymore.”
“So we have her to thank for your good mood as of late?” Jason spoke up,
joining their little circle. “Remind me to give her a big kiss if I ever meet
Willow tapped her fingers on her arm, glancing around the rapidly darkening
park. The moon was half-full, and that gave enough light to see by. And the
lake was so serene, so peaceful. It was the perfect place to work on shielding.
She’d gotten there a little earlier than usual, just to spend a few minutes by
herself. A little bit of solitude in the middle of a day that had been
stressful. All day, hunched over her laptop in a little hotel desk, trying to
get the research Buffy and Giles needed for the latest demon in Sunnydale. She’
d succeeded, no big shock there, but it had taken up her entire day.
And now she just wanted to relax – but she had promises to keep. She’d said she
would help Richard master the fine art of shielding, and damn if she wasn’t
going to hurry up and finish so she could get home again. St. Louis was great –
but being outside of Sunnydale left her feeling homesick. This world was too
strange. She’d grown up her whole life living in Sunnydale’s radius of
obliviousness, and now there was this. A world where magic was real. The
supernatural was every day. And werewolves and vampires had rights. Real, court
given rights. Like no Slaying a vamp unless they’ve done something against the
It was just. . .weird. She wanted to be back in Sunnydale before Sunday. Back
where vampires were targets for Slayage and there weren’t were-creatures
running around in packs. The only good thing about being here had been meeting
Richard and a few of the wolves who had met Oz the last time he passed through
here. It was for him and him alone that she was doing this favor, leaving the
boundaries of Sunnydale to venture out into the wild and crazy world. If he
hadn’t asked for her to come help Richard get grounded she never would have
But he did.
And here she was.
She sighed, shoving her hands in her pockets. The nights were pretty cool, a
contrast to the mugginess of the day; refreshing in their own way, the same as
the silvery moonlight on the surface of the lake.
She jumped, a cracking branch nearby scattering her thoughts. She turned,
seeing nothing in the twilight around her. Just a squirrel or something, doing
squirrely type things.
The red head turned back to the lake, suddenly wishing that she hadn’t arrived
early. She rubbed her arms, the goosebumps that had popped up when the stick
broke refusing to go back down.
It was the turning that stopped her from seeing the shape that bounded out of
The very large, very wolfy shape.
She cried out as she hit the ground, a heavy weight on her back. Pain lanced
down her shoulder. A sickly, tearing pain, burning its way into her skin. She
screamed unthinkingly, the pain blinding. It was hard to think, to concentrate.
Impossible to do anything but scream.
And she did.
She screamed until the pain made her black out.
Paris backed off from the girl, the smell of her blood fresh in the air. The
temptation to bend down, take a lick or three. To rip into that skin with her
teeth, was almost overwhelming.
But she didn’t.
Killing her would bring down more wrath than she was willing. No pack would
welcome her. Even now she needed to run. Richard wouldn’t tolerate this
viciousness against his little girlfriend.
She eyes the claw marks on the girl’s back on more time, a feral growl
trickling from her throat.
There wouldn’t be a human Lupa, because this girl wouldn’t be human come the
next full moon.