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BS:VH II Decisions to Be Made

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Buffy Summers: Vampire Hunter". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Two Days Later. The full moon is coming and Buffy has been clawed by a Were. Possibilities?

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Anita Blake > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: RichardHeatherSinFR151727,96362861,4552 Jun 032 Jun 03Yes

BS:VH II Decisions to Be Made

Title: Decisions To Be Made BS:VH II (1/?)

Author: Heather Sinclair

Rating: R

Spoilers: Buffy Season 5, Anita Blake Series NIC

Summery: Sequel to Buffy Summers: Vampire Hunter. Two days later.

Pairing: Buffy/Richard, Possible Buffy/?, and Canon Pairings.

Notes: You will need to read BS: VH before reading this.







Chapter 1

I was lying on my right side in bed and someone was spooning me. Someone that seem to be causing war sensations to radiate throughout my body. Richard.

I wasn't in Sunnydale anymore. I kept having to remind myself of that little fact again and again. I didn't have to get up and burn breakfast for my little sister, Dawn. I didn't have to worry about living on a hellmouth and patrolling night after night for demons and vampires, with no pay, no thanks, and no life.

God I missed my life.

Flashes of the past paged through my head. I missed my friends and I wondered what they were doing right now. I looked at the clock on the bedside table. It read 6:37. Since the sun was in the east window, I'm guessing that it's morning. They're probably sleeping. Or maybe not.

Time seems to have changed during my little dimensional jaunt. When I leaped from the tower to close the rift in-between worlds it was late May. Now it's the beginning of November. It didn't make any sense to me, but then again nothing in this world makes any sense, except the warm body snuggled up against me.

It was only two nights ago when I thought Richard was going to die at the hands of a psychopathic, German, bald man. When I woke up last night I told myself that I wasn't going to waste anymore time of my life. I just didn't know what tomorrow was going to bring.

So when Richard brought me to his home to get cleaned up and change his clothes ... well, lets just say that I let him get cleaned up. No clothes were needed for the rest of the night.

Cherry was wrong about one thing. Richard didn't take his sex, rough. He was as gentle as a kitten, making sure I was taken care of time and again before he tended to his own needs. The only thing I could think of was Anita must have been insane to let this guy go.

Willow would have really liked him. I would have had to strap Anya down to keep her away from him, and Xander would have called him fur -face or something stupid like that. Dawn would have been jumping up and down that I was getting a new boyfriend and Giles ... I have no idea what Giles would have said. He would have probably cleaned his glasses a few times and smiled.

"Buffy, are you okay?"

I jumped. Richard. Calm down, Buffy. I turned around in his arms.

"I'm fine." I answered.

"Why are you crying."

I hadn't even realized I was. "I miss my friends and my sister."

He pulled me close and kissed the top of my head. "I'm sorry. It must be really hard."

I nodded and sniffed away anymore errant emotions. Don't burden the new boyfriend with troubles. Bad way to start a relationship.

"Buffy, if you want to talk about it, I'm a good listener. Or if you want me to let it be, I can do that too."

That was scary. Most guys would either bug me about whatever is bothering me or ignore my pain altogether. I don't think I've ever met someone that gave me the option. It was kinda nice.

"I want to talk about it, but not now, 'kay?"


He nodded.

Time for the horrible truth segment of the day. "Richard, I don't normally do something like this."

My face was still in his chest. I could smell the wilderness on his smooth firm skin. He still smelled fresh after everything we did last night.

"You mean talk about your feelings?"

I laughed and pulled back. "No," I looked down at his body and mine. "I mean sleep with someone that I barely know."

He smiled softly and ran his fingers through my hair. "It's the danger, isn't it? Not knowing what will happen hour after hour, day after day."

"Are you a psychic, also?"

He nodded his head. "Can't hide anything from me, missy."

I smirked. "So can you read my mind right now?"

He leaned in and kissed me lightly. "Yes, but I have to be at school in thirty minutes."

I surprised myself at how fast I sat up. "Oh, I forgot. I'll get dressed and ..."

He pushed me back down and kissed me again a bit harder this time.

"You are to stay right here and wait for me to get back." He played.

I was game. "So, you want me to just lay here all day, thinking about you. What if I can't wait?"

He threw the covers off and climbed out of bed. Oh my god he was a tease. He was still unclothed from the night before. He was so well muscled and well proportioned ... and I mean well proportioned. I felt my insides go all gooey just thinking about it ... not it ... just him. I watched him cross the floor and enter the bathroom.

"I'm sure you'll think of some way to entertain yourself."

Oh, he was good at this game!

I heard the shower running and I fantasized about going in there and soaping him down. My body shivered. Damn school day. Thank goodness it's Friday. I get him to myself all weekend.

I decided I need to get motivated, and rummaged through his closet for a shirt to wear. I had snuck my bag into Richard's car last night so I'd have plenty to wear, though I'd have to do a little ironing before anything was presentable.

On the back of the closet door hung a flannel robe. It was way too small to be Richard's. My only guess was it might have been Anita's. There was no way I was going to remind him of his last girlfriend so I just pulled one of his four-hundred or so flannel shirts off of its hanger.

I wrapped it around me, pulled it up to my nose and breathed him in. His scent was on everything around me. It was intoxicating. My eyes closed and the scent drew me back to last night and ...

"Having fun?"

Dammit.

"What is it about everyone's need to sneak up on me."

He laughed. I wasn't laughing. He was toweling himself off. I was gawking.

"If you are just trying to tease me ... well then it's working."

He had towel dried his hair and let it hang there damp and curly and dark and get out of the bedroom Buffy before you embarrass yourself.

"I'm going to get my stuff out of the car." I just realized I made a major new relationship mistake. "Sorry, I mean ..."

He smiled. "Buffy, get your stuff. I'll make some room in the closet and I have three empty drawers at your disposal."

I turned back. "Richard, I didn't mean to presume that I was moving in or anything, I'm sorry."

"My house is your house. Stay as long as you need to or want to."

I felt a lump at my throat and my eyes welled up. What am I getting myself into?

"Thanks."

"Oh, and Buffy."

"Yeah."

"When I get home, I want to talk to you about Sunday."

My mind went totally blank. "Sunday?"

His face got serious. "The full moon. It's Sunday night."

Oh.

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Bert was on the rampage today. The first two clients of Animators Inc. had cancelled their appointments. Cancelled appointments meant no consultation fee and no new business. The rest of us weren't worried. We had enough to keep us busy for the next three years. And I am not exaggerating.

We were one of only a couple of animating firms in the area and the other guys suck. By working with RPIT I had acquired a certain notoriety in the press. In the public's eye, I was a miracle worker in the field of the dead. My picture in the paper and numerous articles brought in business hand over fist.

That is why I can get away with so much. If Bert pisses me off, I quit and take my client list with me. I don't abuse my power ... too much.

The intercom beeped and Mary, the daytime receptionist, announced that she was transferring a call from Miss Buffy Summers. I picked up the phone.


"Hello, Buffy."

"Hi, Anita. Am I calling at a bad time?"

"Not at all. Still coming in today?"

I had offered to set up an interview with Bert. He would love to boast about having the only Vampire Executioner and two trainees in a three state area, including Missouri, Tennessee, and Kentucky. The other trainee was Larry Kirkland, except Larry was still in school at Washington State. He was only able to work here as a co-op.

"What time should I come in?"

I looked outside my door. Bert was pacing the floor. "Right now would be perfect."

"Okay, see ya in a few."

"Oh, Buffy."

"Yeah."

"Wear anything but black. Bert hates black."

"Thanks, bye."

Who says I can't do a good deed every once in a while? Bert insists that we wear nice and bright colors. The first time I submitted a dry cleaning bill he nearly had a coronary. Black hides blood stains better than any other color. Ever since then he grumbles a little but I get to wear my black.

I went to refill my empty coffee mug. Bert hated my mugs, so I went out of my way to find the most annoying ones that were out there. A friend of my made my latest one. Animators don't do it laying down.

I thought it was funny.

Mary was watching the noon news on the waiting room T.V. I glanced at the weather forecast as I passed. I liked to keep up on the possibility of being rained out. Zombies could stand the cold, but rain tends to bother them. Something about degrading body parts, I don't know. My magic holds them together just fine. But Bert didn't need to know that.

The weatherman reported clear skies for the next week. Oh well.

******************

I really have to look into getting a car if I get this job. St. Louis is not Sunnydale. I can't get to where I am going if I have to walk everywhere. Oh the joys of the busing system. It was clean, but the guy next to me left something to be desired.

When I finally made it to Animators Inc. I expected to see the place decorated in graveyard chic. I was surprised to find it like any other business office. The receptionist called Anita and I waited.

"Buffy."

I looked up from the latest issue of Vogue. At least some things hadn't changed.

"Hi Anita."

Anita looked over at the receptionist. "Mary, is Bert busy?"

The white haired lady nodded. "He on a phone call, long distance."

Anita smiled. "Great, come on Buffy. I'll make the introductions."

Was I missing something?

She didn't even bother knocking on the door. We entered and I saw a guy sitting behind the desk. He was obviously tall, but I couldn't tell how tall while he was still sitting. He was dressed in a very expensive gray business suit which matched his colorless gray eyes.

His smiled turned to a frown at our entrance.

"Bert, I've brought you some money." Anita announced.

He directed his comment into the phone. "Steve I'll have to call you back."

That was quick. I think I've found Anya's soulmate.

He stood double quick and dodged the desk. "Hello, I'm Bert Vaughn."

"Bert, this is Buffy Summers, your new vampire executioner."

I could see his eyes waver a bit. "Excuse me?"

"Buffy is new in town ... from out of the country. She's a vampire executioner, and she wants to make you thousands of dollars."

I didn't know what Anita was up to but I'll play along. I held my hand out. "Hi."

Bert seemed torn. I've seen this look before. Anya had it every time the gang had to pillage the Magic Box for supplies. So I knew how to handle him.

"Mr. Vaughn, I look forward to working with you and learning what it takes to run a profitable business. I've heard that you were the shrewdest business man in the industry and I'm sure that you will be able to charge top dollar for my talents."

He blinked. "Ms. Summers would you mind giving Ms. Blake and I a moment?"

I nodded and moved to the other side of the room. I still wanted to be able to hear.

Bert pulled Anita aside. "You've seen her work?"

Anita nodded. "Bert, two days ago, she took out a psychopathic, ten foot werewolf hand to hand, armed only with a six inch stick of wood."

Bert looked back at me. I could see the dollar signs behind his pupils.

"She has the proper credentials?"

"That's where we have a little problem. They were lost in a fire. But I can guarantee that you won't find any kind of record on her ... anywhere."

"Anita?" He warned.

"Bert, don't tell me that you care."

He waved me back over. "Ms. Summers, I will take care of your credentials, but you don't get a salary until after your first assignment."

"Bert." Anita warned.

He gritted his teeth. "I'll give you a standard signing bonus of $5000."

"Bert." Anita warned again. "She's got an appointment at 'We Raise'um' in two hours and you know they don't give a shit about credentials."

"Fine $10,000, but no more. That is only on the condition of a three year contract and five year non-competition agreement. And it's your butt if things screw up, Anita."

I almost fell down. My knees were weak. $10,000 and I hadn't even lifted a stake, yet."

Anita motioned her head to the side, indicating for me to get out while the getting is good. I extended my hand. "Thanks, Mr. Vaughn. I won't let you down."

I stepped out to the waiting room while Anita and Bert continued their discussion.

The receptionist nodded at me. "I'm Mary. Welcome to Animator's Inc."
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