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Faith shoved the blood covered shirt in the fireplace. Today was the maids day off as that old joke goes. Truly, the young woman was lucky. Her parents were yet again off on some business trip. And the one that was left to take care of her was sleeping in this morning. It was her lucky day indeed.
The young girl lit the fire. She watched the shirt burn up to a crisp. It was evidence, she knew. And it could lead to trouble for the owner of it. But she wouldn't allow that. She would protect the owner with her very life if she had to. Lucky for her, if anyone was around the weather was still nippy enough to explain the fire.
Sighing heavily, she took the poker in hand. She made sure that there were no traces of the shirt in the little bit of embers that still glowed so brightly. Maybe she'd watched too many television dramas, but she knew that there could always be evidence left. Even with fire, there was still that possibility of some trace left.
Faith made her way up the stairs. In a few short hours she would be facing the owner of the shirt. Someone that she had decided long ago was important to her. Important enough to treat like a sister. Still, she could not believe that this person would go so far as to actually kill someone. Although admit tingly the thought had crossed her own mind.
There was no doubt that Mr. MaClay had gotten what he deserved. Maybe he should have gotten even more. But that was not really her decision to make. It wasn't really anyone's yet someone had made that choice.
Again, she sighed as she made it to her own private bathroom. She turned on the shower. The steam entered the room. A nice hot shower was just what she needed. She needed to wash away all that she had seen. All that she knew. For if someone should come asking...
She shook her head and put those thoughts out of her mind. She would lie, she knew that. Again the thought of confessing herself had come into her mind. For she would spend the rest of her life in jail to protect the young woman that she had become so close to. As close as if they were sisters in fact.
The hot water rushed over her body making her mind go blank for a second or so. She forgot the feel of the blood. She forgot the feel of the blood encrusted shirt. She forgot the sound of the knife falling into the ocean. She forgot a lot of what she had done just two nights ago. And all for one person.
Oz was out on a mini tour with his band. He had just called the night before to discover all that had gone on. Buffy still missing and at this point presumed dead. Mr. MaClay being discovered dead of stab wounds. So much going on. And so few answers at this point.
The water turned cold on her. And she quickly turned it off. She got out and wrapped a towel around herself. She wiped the steam from the mirror. Could she still look herself in the face? After what she had done to cover up the murder? Would she still be able to live with herself knowing that she was letting a killer go free.
A big smile came to her face. Of course she could. If it was for someone else, maybe she wouldn't be able to. But since it was for her, she would be able to. Oz and Wesley were the only other two people in the world that she cared enough about to do this for. Not even her cousin Xander rated this high. There was something about the redhead that had always made her want to protect her. Make her happy. See that she got what she deserved. And to do all this to keep her from going to jail, it would be more then worth it.

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Xander had spent the night yet again at Anya's. Sleeping on the floor of course. But he wanted to be there for her in any way that he could. For though her father had been an evil creep, it didn't make the fact that he was now dead and gone any easier. He had still been her father even though he had caused a great deal of pain.
Most nights were restless for his girlfriend. It seemed that there was nightmare after nightmare for her. He wondered what those dreams were. She did not really tell him. Only that they involved her father. And some things that she had done.
One thing that made him think was the fact that he hadn't been with her the night of the murder. He'd spent the night alone. Anya was supposed to have spent the evening with Tara. But he knew that they had not met up. They had both been out there alone. No alibis. And the police were quick to pick up on that fact. For who would have greater motives then a daughter that was treated so poorly and her loving boyfriend.
Xander chuckled at the thought of Anya actually killing someone. She had tried, for that monster father of hers, to kill Tara. Of course, she loved Tara. They had been good friends before the whole thing came out that they were in fact sisters. And this man had been cruel. So cruel to her over the years.
But still, he couldn't picture his girl killing someone. Not even this worst person on the planet. Xander lay on his side watching his girl. He loved her more then anything. And all he wanted was for the pain to go away. All that pain.
It must have hit hard knowing that her father was back in town. And for one reason. It could only be because he wanted that revenge that he had sought so long ago. It appeared that he would never give up on that revenge as long as he lived. What that must have done to both Tara and Anya. It must have been a living nightmare.
But one that would make them kill? That was something that Xander could not and would not believe. And of course there was this unamed blond. That could or could not be one of his friends. What if her murder were linked to that of Anya's father? Now that could really make for some questions.
Sighing softly, Xander lay back down. It wouldn't be long and he'd have to make his way to school. And Anya would be going too. School had become difficult for her. For everyone had heard of the killing. And of course, there were rumors still about her and Tara and what happened that day in the alley. So, those added fuel to the rumors that it was his girl that had taken her own father's life.
All he wanted was to make her happy. And at this point, there was no way that he could do that. There was still too much pain. Too much going on to really do the little things that he wanted to do. It would have to wait. Wait till they could put a face to a killer. One that would be more of a hero then a convict.
But how long? How long would this investigation go on? There were so little clues. There didn't seem to be any real evidence. So who was the killer and when would they find out? Time. It was only a matter of time. But till then, it would be difficult to live. Thinking of what could or could not be. And facing the rumors and innuendos would not be easy. Good thing he was there for his girl. Always.

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Spike looked around him. It was a place where children came to play. And adults came to spend time with their children. But it meant something so different for him. It was the place that he had come across Buffy's nearly dead body. And now, it could very well be that she was dead. Something he did not like to think of.
Yet he stood her for that very reason. Thinking how she had just so recently tried to end her young life. One that meant more to him then anything in the world. They had found each other and yet had to struggle the whole time to keep up that happiness that they had been able to forge with one another.
He didn't want to feel sorry for himself. But he'd been through so much in the past year. He was struggling now to make it. He'd taken a part time job at a grocery story helping to stock shelves after school. It hadn't left much time for him to search. And that was driving him mad as well. He knew that there were many out there, but it should be him that was searching. It was his girl that was out there.
See, he refused to believe that the body they'd found was Buffy. Just every fiber in his being told him that she was still out there. And that she was safe for the time being. Maybe it was the hopeless romantic in him. Maybe it was the fact that he wanted nothing more then to be with her right at this very moment. After all, they'd just really patched things up again and were in this great place where everything just seemed right.
Spike wanted to hit something. Hit something rather hard. Things were frustrating to say the least. Not knowing. Not being able to do anything. What was to come? This is so not how he saw his life. Of course, who could imagine such a soap opera life for anyone in the oh so small town of Sunnydale.
The bleach blond young man turned on his heels. He had enough of this place. The memory of seeing Buffy lying there was too great for him. It only comforted a little to think that she had survived that. She could survive anything. But why should she have to?
Quickly, he made his way to his motorcycle. He still had that after all. If he hadn't been able to prove that he'd paid for it with his own money, he would not. He could really let himself go on that and forget all of his troubles. Well, for a little while anyways. Something else always seemed to come up no matter what.
He was tempted to just drive and drive. Let the feel of the wind on him take away all the pain and the questions that he was going through. But he did have school. He at least had to make an appearance so that he and his brother could remain on their own.
What he wouldn't do to have Buffy in his arms. If he did, he'd take her out of this town that had caused so much pain for the both of them. What had it ever gotten them but each other? And was that enough? Would that ever be enough?
The thought that Buffy might not be alive flashed in his mind. He barely kept his control of the motorcycle. So many things running through his mind. How in the hell would he be able to live with himself if she was gone. Really gone. It had nearly killed him when he thought that she had died before. And the pushing away thing.
Was it wrong for a seventeen year old to have such strong feelings? Some would say that he still had a lot of living to do before he knew. Knew that this young woman that had captured his heart was the one for him. He loved her and wanted nothing more then to be with her night and day. That was what he wanted.
Spike pulled into his spot in the student parking lot. The minute he took off his helmet, he could feel the eyes upon him. And when he looked up, there were so many eyes upon him. Everyone knew how he felt. How the bloody hell could they? He barely knew how he felt. Just the pain. The wonder. Sighing, he made his way to that place that had becoming a living hell. No Buffy and all eyes upon him. It was torture. But that was his life since Buffy had gone missing."""
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Two young women were slow to wake up. They'd had a wonderful night together. It had been magical to say the least. For each of them, it had been their first time. And to have it with the woman that meant everything in the world to you, was the greatest feeling in the world. They never wanted to let go of the feeling.
Seemingly in sync, both green and blue eyes fluttered open. Smiles were quickly upon the respective owner's faces. It was indeed a good thing waking up in the arms of the one that you loved. It made all the difference in the world. Love was the key. It made all the difference in the world. It was what made it so special.
There were no words spoken. They just leaned back and held each other tight. Soon they'd have to get up and go to school. But that could wait. Right now all that mattered was being in each other's arms. Everything was shut out. The fact that their good friend was missing and possibly dead was not in their thoughts. The fact that Tara's father was dead and that neither of them had an alibi was also closed off.
That night. That dreaded night that Mr. MaClay had seen fit to come back to town and had his life violently taken away from him had been an unusual night for the two young lovers. It was the first time since they'd made up that they had spent the night apart. Willow had supposedly gone to dinner at her uncle's. But that hadn't happened. She hadn't wanted to face her little cousin yet again, so she had taken to wandering the streets. Stupid, but she still did. And the things that she saw that night, she would not tell. Tara was supposed to have been with Anya that night. But they had never seen each other. And she had ended up in an empty movie theater. The one that sold her the ticket had never looked up. And who was to say that she had not left through the emergency exit.
All those things were gone from their minds. All that was there was the fact that they loved each other very much. And the feelings after they had expressed that love physically was something that could not be described by words. It was just amazing and wonderful and what they had so needed.
The two snuggled even closer to one another. Just the feel of their bodies next to one another was amazing. "Hey Willow I need to...." Dawn's voice trailed off as she took in the scene that she walked in on. "Holy crap!"
"Dawn!" Willow sat up quickly, making sure that she kept herself covered. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking? In polite circles it's what they do! No get the heck out of here!"
Dawn stood and stared. It was like she was the deer caught in headlights. She knew she should move, but her body would not let her. "Oh my God!" She started giggling. "Wonder if Dad knows what you two are up to in your bedroom. Wonder if he'd like it."
"Dawn." Willow tried to keep herself calm. She had a bad feeling where the teen was headed with all this. "I don't think Uncle Giles is that stupid. I think he knows that we are very much in love and eventually we were going to express ourselves."
Dawn shook her head. "I think I'm going to tell him. See if he agrees with that." The teenager turned to go like a shot.
"Wait!" Willow looked at Tara who had a little bit of fear in her eyes. "All right. You win. What will it take for me to have you keep this as our little secret?"
"You just need to spend a little time with me." Dawn looked eager all of a sudden. "And you can start answering those questions I really have. I mean, I really do have this thing for girls. I seem to be the only twelve year old that does. I just don't get what they see in boys. Can you please talk to me? Like an adult too. Not just to placate me to keep me from talking."
Willow smiled sadly. "If that's all it's gonna take, it won't be so bad. To be honest, I really should have tried spending time with you." She took Tara's hand in her own. "I think a part of the reason I didn't was I was jealous. Jealous of the time that you'll be taking away from me and Uncle Giles. But his heart is big and he'll always have time for me. And you need someone to talk to. Older person. Wish I'd had that growing up."
"Cools!" Dawn started toward the two but quickly stopped. "Uh, was gonna do the hug thing, but I think I'll wait till you two are, um, showered." She couldn't help but chuckle. "I can't wait to hang with you guys! Don't worry, won't take up too much of your alone time." She winked and turned to go. Something told Willow that this was the beginning of a never ending cycle. She would not really be free of her cousin. Sighing, she turned and kissed her girl with a great deal of passion. With the murder of Tara's father, Dawn was the least of her problems. If only people knew.