Saving Buffy from herself?
I fell down the stairs at my Mom's home here in Paris. It was something that I expected to hurt, but as I fell, I felt something go through me and I was able to cushion the landing.
When I got up, all of the thoughts of telling my Mother that I wanted to go back to Chicago, where I had lived all of my life, even though it was my American father's fault that my parents are no longer together, and that my Parisian mother had come home and brought me with her for six months...went away.
Sure, I could do what I want, being twenty years old, but I loved my Mother, which is why I came with her, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to convince her to move back home and knew that I couldn't stay here because all of my friends were in Chicago...unfortunately, those things seemed trivial and minor at the moment.
When you can literally jump up the same stairs that you have just feel down in one leap and add to that a vision of a blonde, here in Paris, that I need to save, who I knew could explain my powers...priorities get adjusted. I knew her name. Her name was Buffy Summers. Somehow, all of these things were inherently true. She was with an undeniably evil being, who meant her harm, and I knew, even though I had barely even ever been in a fight in my life before, that I had to kill this evil being with Buffy.
Somehow, I also knew where the evil man and Buffy were. They were at his palce on ile de la cite. I dressed, not thinking about anything or hesitating, and rushed through the streets, past tourists and Parisians alike. I reached le pont neuf and rushed up the bridge, and when at the center, I dove off. I had been a state champion swimmer in Illinois, so I knew that I would get to the ile fast, only I swam twice as fast as I ever had before and reached the mansion in question, a beautiful home for such an evil man.
I made it inside, unmolested, and wondered how I would find Buffy and the evil man, who didn't have a name...who was just a target. That became moot, when I heard screams and moans of sexual pleasure. I couldn't understand that. This was an enemy of mine, an enemy of Buffy's, and yet, I knew that it wasn't another woman with the evil man. I knew, instinctively, that it was her. I made my way quietly upwards and looked in. She was riding him, which, admittedly, was a sight that turned me on. I missed my ex-boyfriend, let me tell you, and I knew the pleasure that they were both feeling, except that it didn't matter.
Both of them distracted, I sneaked over to the bed, shoved Buffy off of him, to see a very erect penis and a shocked face of this evil man looking up at me. I didn't hesitate, and again, I grabbed him by his greasy prick and hit him in the nose, which hurt him enough for me to pull his naked body towards me, grab him in the air, a two-hundred pound man, like nothing, and then toss him out of the window, for a four story fall, that would assuredly kill him.
I watched him fall, except before I could see his landing, I was grabbed by a very naked, and beautiful Buffy, and slammed against the wall.
"Buffy, I know that you don't know me. Heck, I don't know what I've become, but that man is evil. I have seen that, and was sent here for some reason, to save you..."
Obviously, she didn't believe me, as she swung and connected with my face, which, though I was strong, I had to admit, made me want to cower in a corner and hide from her...but I couldn't do that. She had to be restrrained somehow, because she was not doing what was right.
I blocked her second punch, and tried to figure out how I was going to do this.
[Buffy and Xavier]
When I got up, all of the thoughts of telling my Mother that I wanted to go back to Chicago, where I had lived all of my life, even though it was my American father's fault that my parents are no longer together, and that my Parisian mother had come home and brought me with her for six months...went away.
Sure, I could do what I want, being twenty years old, but I loved my Mother, which is why I came with her, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to convince her to move back home and knew that I couldn't stay here because all of my friends were in Chicago...unfortunately, those things seemed trivial and minor at the moment.
When you can literally jump up the same stairs that you have just feel down in one leap and add to that a vision of a blonde, here in Paris, that I need to save, who I knew could explain my powers...priorities get adjusted. I knew her name. Her name was Buffy Summers. Somehow, all of these things were inherently true. She was with an undeniably evil being, who meant her harm, and I knew, even though I had barely even ever been in a fight in my life before, that I had to kill this evil being with Buffy.
Somehow, I also knew where the evil man and Buffy were. They were at his palce on ile de la cite. I dressed, not thinking about anything or hesitating, and rushed through the streets, past tourists and Parisians alike. I reached le pont neuf and rushed up the bridge, and when at the center, I dove off. I had been a state champion swimmer in Illinois, so I knew that I would get to the ile fast, only I swam twice as fast as I ever had before and reached the mansion in question, a beautiful home for such an evil man.
I made it inside, unmolested, and wondered how I would find Buffy and the evil man, who didn't have a name...who was just a target. That became moot, when I heard screams and moans of sexual pleasure. I couldn't understand that. This was an enemy of mine, an enemy of Buffy's, and yet, I knew that it wasn't another woman with the evil man. I knew, instinctively, that it was her. I made my way quietly upwards and looked in. She was riding him, which, admittedly, was a sight that turned me on. I missed my ex-boyfriend, let me tell you, and I knew the pleasure that they were both feeling, except that it didn't matter.
Both of them distracted, I sneaked over to the bed, shoved Buffy off of him, to see a very erect penis and a shocked face of this evil man looking up at me. I didn't hesitate, and again, I grabbed him by his greasy prick and hit him in the nose, which hurt him enough for me to pull his naked body towards me, grab him in the air, a two-hundred pound man, like nothing, and then toss him out of the window, for a four story fall, that would assuredly kill him.
I watched him fall, except before I could see his landing, I was grabbed by a very naked, and beautiful Buffy, and slammed against the wall.
"Buffy, I know that you don't know me. Heck, I don't know what I've become, but that man is evil. I have seen that, and was sent here for some reason, to save you..."
Obviously, she didn't believe me, as she swung and connected with my face, which, though I was strong, I had to admit, made me want to cower in a corner and hide from her...but I couldn't do that. She had to be restrrained somehow, because she was not doing what was right.
I blocked her second punch, and tried to figure out how I was going to do this.
[Buffy and Xavier]