Voracity, Chapter 11
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maryperk73703Anyanka and Terra Mater confront the Initiative and D'Hoffryn, Wes talks to A.I., Spuffy, and Zoof.
Chapter 11
Anyanka and Terra Mater walked slowly towards Lowell House. They could see that there was a hive of activity surrounding the frat house. Some of the young men carried packing boxes to moving vans while others kept watch.
“Something is going on,” Anyanka said. “I’d say they definitely know what they did.”
Terra Mater nodded her agreement.
“Can I ask you a question?” Anyanka asked. “I mean a question besides asking if I can ask you a question.”
Terra Mater laughed. “Yes, Anyanka. Ask away.”
“You’re this all powerful mother earth goddess. Why can’t you just blink your eyes or wiggle your fingers and get rid of this Yokk-Foi?” Anyanka continued to watch the frat boys.
“I’ve always been better at creating, and I’ve always need Sol and Luna to function properly.” Terra Mater smiled at Anyanka. “We’re really three sides of a triangle, each one of us supporting the others.”
“Oh. I guess that makes sense.”
“I think they quite like Spike and Buffy though. Sol and Luna fought for years before they finally decided they weren’t mortal enemies. Kinda like Spike and Buffy.” Terra Mater looked back at the frat house activity. “It looks like they’re all leaving, doesn’t it?”
Anyanka nodded in agreement. “I just hope they burn their research on the Yokk-Foi. They would be stupid to try making another one.”
“I’m sure they’ve learned their lesson,” Terra Mater replied.
“I’m sure they haven’t,” Anyanka said in return. “Humans are stupid and greedy. They’re always looking for more power. They really have much in common with the Yokk-Foi.”
“Maybe we should pop in and destroy their records,” Terra Mater suggested.
Anyanka laughed before she shifted into her demonic visage. “Scare them half to death. Make them think twice about messing around with things they have no business messing with.”
“Good plan. I’m sure Spike and Sol, if they were here, would completely agree with you.” Terra Mater concentrated until her hair and clothes turned into a combination of brown and green leaves, roots, and sticks. She had a fierce look on her face and her eyes glowed. “Let’s do this.”
Together, Terra Mater and her new acolyte went in search for the man in charge of the Initiative. They found Colonel McNamara seated in his office writing letters to the parents of the men who had died in the past few days.
“Who are you?” the Colonel demanded to know when the two women appeared out of thin air in front of him. One was as ugly as sin and the other looked like she was dressed in foliage. “This is a restricted area.” He reached out to hit a buzzer to alert his guards, but he found himself unable to move.
“You did a bad, bad thing.” Terra Mater wagged her finger at the Colonel. “You and your toy soldiers played with things that didn’t concern you.”
“You made a Yokk-Foi. How could you do something so monumentally stupid?” Anyanka asked. “I’ve learned my lesson. Have you?”
McNamara tried to nod his head, but he was still frozen. He had no idea who the two women were, but they really scared him. It wasn’t like it was his fault anyway. Maggie Walsh was doing experiments on her own without authorization. McNamara just wished he could tell them that.
“No humans must know about this abomination.” Terra Mater turned to Anyanka. “Wipe their computers, any paper trail, and their minds on how to breed the Yokk-Foi.”
“Of course. I am at your service.” Anyanka nodded her head at Terra Mater. With a wave of her hand, she did as the goddess commanded.
A puff of smoke filled the room, and a booming voice asked, “Anyanka, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Hoffy!”
McNamara cringed internally when another being appeared in his office. It wasn’t that big of a room as it was. Too many more bodies and it would burst.
“You didn’t answer my question,” D’Hoffryn growled at Anyanka.
Anyanka shrugged. “I’m just helping Terra Mater.” She flung her hand out towards the Colonel. “This idiot and his band of bigger idiots made a Yokk-Foi, and it’s loose in Sunnydale.”
D’Hoffryn let out a sigh. “I so loved this dimension. The beings here were always the most delicious. All seething with jealousy, passion, and greed.” He looked disappointed. “How long before it is destroyed?”
Anyanka rolled her eyes. “We have a plan, Hoffy. Don’t worry about losing your favorite playground.”
“I expect you back in Arashmahaar as soon as the Yokk-Foi is disposed of,” D’Hoffryn announced.
Anyanka glanced at Terra Mater before she shook her head. “I don’t think so, Hoffy. You see I found a goddess to worship.”
Terra Mater looked pleased with herself while D’Hoffryn glared at the two women. McNamara tried to make himself as small as possible in the tiny room overrun by monsters.
“Don’t be like that, Hoffy,” Anyanka said. “It’s not like you can’t replace me with a snap of your fingers.”
“You belong to me, Anyanka,” D’Hoffryn growled. “I gave you your power. I can take it away.” He gestured towards the pendant on Anyanka’s neck, and it disappeared, only to reappear in his hand. “See how easy that is for me.”
Terra Mater snorted and shook her head. “Aud had her own power long before you showed up to tempt her.” She moved to Anyanka’s side, and she put her arm around the other woman’s shoulders. “You’re mine again, Aud. Your power will not be contained to a necklace.”
Anyanka blinked her eyes in surprise. She hadn’t even thought about that. Her powers were limited by D'Hoffryn rule. “Okay. I can live with that,” she said.
D’Hoffryn growled. His ploy hadn’t worked like it always had before with his other minions. He’d take the high road this time. D’Hoffryn was sure that Anyanka would be crawling back very soon. She’d liked her job for too many centuries not to come back when she got bored. He popped out of the room in a flash of light and a poof of smoke.
“Well, that went swimmingly,” Terra Mater commented. She turned her attention back to McNamara. “Now that your soldiers don’t remember how to make the Yokk-Foi, that only leaves you. Anyanka? The honors?”
“Thanks!” Anyanka flexed her fingers. She and Terra Mater popped out of the room at the same time the memory wiping spell took place on McNamara.
All the Colonel had left of the memory of the Yokk-Foi was a feeling of foreboding and the need to get out of Sunnydale.
ASAP.
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Wesley dropped his saddle bag on the floor next to the hotel door. He needed to call Faith again since he had learned what was really behind Giles’ sudden demise. He didn’t think it would do much good if the Yokk-Foi escaped their plan to lure it into the Hellmouth, but Faith and Angel Investigations needed to be a second front of attack.
Wesley pulled out his phone, and he dialed Los Angeles.
“Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless.”
“Hello, Cordelia,” Wesley greeted the young woman.
“Are you in Sunnydale? Did you find out what’s going on? Harmony’s dead, Wesley! What’s going on?” Cordelia asked in a gush.
Wesley knew that Cordelia had been friends with Harmony back in high school. “Yes, I made it to Sunnydale, and I’ve spoken to Buffy. She knows what is going on. She’s working with others here in town trying to rectify the situation.”
“Others? Please tell me she’s not working with those traitors!” Cordelia had been as disgusted with Buffy’s so called friends as Giles and Faith had been when they turned on the Slayer at graduation.
“If you mean Xander and Willow, no. They were victims of the same creature that took your friend Harmony, and Giles.” Wesley plopped down on the bed. “I need you to put me on speaker so I can speak to everyone.”
“Sure.” Cordelia’s voice sounded a bit strained. She covered the phone receiver and called out for her teammates. When they had gathered, Cordelia switched over to speaker phone. “We’re here, Wes.”
“What’s going on, Wes?” Angel asked. “All I’ve heard is that Giles is dead. Is Buffy all right?”
Wesley nodded even though nobody could see him. “Buffy is fine. She’s dealing with everything very bravely. Here’s what I know. The Army is in Sunnydale capturing demons and experimenting.”
Angel shivered in memory of the time he’d spent aboard the submarine in World War II where he first learned about human experimenting on demons.
“They made an almost indestructible creature called a Yokk-Foi,” Wesley continued.
“I don’t think I’ve heard of one of those,” Doyle commented. He moved to where Wesley’s books were stacked.
“I got the impression they were forbidden.” Wesley leaned back against the pillows. “Buffy is working with local contingents to solve the problem, but if we fail…”
“You need us to be ready. How bad is this creature exactly?” In his mind, Angel started to sort through his allies.
“Do you remember a vampire by the name of Chad? I believe he was turned by Drusilla.”
“Vaguely,” Angel replied.
“It killed him.”
“What’s the big deal about one dusted vampire?” Doyle asked.
“That’s the thing.” Wesley slid his glasses forward, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “He didn’t dust. He just had his demon sucked out of him.”
“Is that even possible?” Cordelia gasped.
“If you’d asked me that this morning when I got out of bed, I’d say no.” Wesley kicked off his boots. He might as well get comfortable for the evening. He needed to be well rested for the meeting in the morning.
“Do you need me to come to Sunnydale, Wes?” Faith asked her Watcher.
Angel was unsettled by the information passed along by Wesley. Did Buffy need him to be in Sunnydale to help her? Without Giles, Willow or Xander, she would need help fighting the creature terrorizing her hometown. Wesley’s voice interrupted Angel’s thoughts.
“No, Buffy has plenty of help here. She has Anya and Tara, her new boyfriend, some peaceable demons, and the local police chief helping her with her plan.”
“Buffy has a boyfriend?” Angel asked.
Cordelia rolled her eyes. “That would be the only thing you got out of the whole conversation.”
“Angel, that’s not important now,” Wesley grumbled. “What’s important is that if we fail, you set up defenses against this creature. It will destroy the entire dimension in its search for power.”
“We’ll get to work on that,” Cordelia replied. “Doyle and I will keep Mr. Broodypants here in line.”
Angel made a protesting noise, but he quickly fell quiet.
“If I, or Buffy, don’t call you on the first of November, assume the worst.”
“We understand, Wes,” Cordelia said. “We’ll talk to you then.”
Wesley hung up the phone. He stood up to toe off his boots and remove his leather jacket. He knew he needed to get some rest before the big meeting the next day.
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Buffy spent the rest of her day off at the police station giving her statement about finding Xander and Willow at Giles’ apartment. Her fellow policemen were sympathetic about the loss of her former friends. She was just glad they weren’t accusing her of killing them.
Buffy dragged herself home, tired beyond anything she’d ever been before. She was even more tired than the timed she’d died for a few minutes while fighting the Master. After a hot bath, she stretched out on her bed, bare-assed naked.
Buffy emptied her mind of the day’s events, and she let her hands slide down to cup her breasts. She caressed the outside of the areolas with a light touch until her nipples hardened. Buffy tugged and twisted her breasts until bolts of arousal made her body twitch.
Buffy’s thighs fell open. She could smell the liquid gathering in her moist cleft. She slid one hand down her stomach to the apex of her legs. Her fingers grazed her engorged clit with a teasing touch.
“Now there’s a sight I don’t mind comin’ home to.”
Buffy froze at the sound of Spike’s voice. She hadn’t expected him home that soon. She just hoped that he didn’t take offense at her actions and think she wasn’t pleased with him.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Spike said while discarding his duster and boots. “In fact, spread your pretty legs more so I can enjoy the show.”
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All around Sunnydale, humans and demons alike felt the urge to depart sooner rather than later.
The next morning employers all over town had to scramble to cover for workers who didn’t show up for work and didn’t call in sick. Teachers in all the schools from elementary to higher education noted that their classes were missing students. Neighbors wondered about the people living closest to them, and the police were inundated with calls of suspicious circumstances.
Julian Zindell stepped into the Rusty Beaver. He went directly to Zoof’s office where he found his boss going over the take from the night before. “Hey, boss,” Julian greeted Zoof. “I stopped by to pick Smitty up and his neighbor said that he left with his bags packed at about 3 a.m.”
Zoof looked up from his work. “I was afraid of that. A few of my neighbors had the same idea.”
“You think something’s going down?” Julian asked. “Halloween is just a couple of days away.”
“I do.” Zoof really liked Julian. The boy had great potential, and he didn’t want to see it wasted if something went completely wrong with the plan to get rid of the Yokk-Foi. “I’ve been thinking about getting some new ideas. Take out some petty cash. Hit Los Angeles … maybe Vegas … take a look at some clubs and see if you can find some new ideas for the club. Take that sweetheart of yours with you.”
“Like a mini vacation,” Julian replied. “I can get behind that.”
Yeah, like a mini vacation.” Zoof waved Julian away. “Get out of here.”
Chapter 11
Anyanka and Terra Mater walked slowly towards Lowell House. They could see that there was a hive of activity surrounding the frat house. Some of the young men carried packing boxes to moving vans while others kept watch.
“Something is going on,” Anyanka said. “I’d say they definitely know what they did.”
Terra Mater nodded her agreement.
“Can I ask you a question?” Anyanka asked. “I mean a question besides asking if I can ask you a question.”
Terra Mater laughed. “Yes, Anyanka. Ask away.”
“You’re this all powerful mother earth goddess. Why can’t you just blink your eyes or wiggle your fingers and get rid of this Yokk-Foi?” Anyanka continued to watch the frat boys.
“I’ve always been better at creating, and I’ve always need Sol and Luna to function properly.” Terra Mater smiled at Anyanka. “We’re really three sides of a triangle, each one of us supporting the others.”
“Oh. I guess that makes sense.”
“I think they quite like Spike and Buffy though. Sol and Luna fought for years before they finally decided they weren’t mortal enemies. Kinda like Spike and Buffy.” Terra Mater looked back at the frat house activity. “It looks like they’re all leaving, doesn’t it?”
Anyanka nodded in agreement. “I just hope they burn their research on the Yokk-Foi. They would be stupid to try making another one.”
“I’m sure they’ve learned their lesson,” Terra Mater replied.
“I’m sure they haven’t,” Anyanka said in return. “Humans are stupid and greedy. They’re always looking for more power. They really have much in common with the Yokk-Foi.”
“Maybe we should pop in and destroy their records,” Terra Mater suggested.
Anyanka laughed before she shifted into her demonic visage. “Scare them half to death. Make them think twice about messing around with things they have no business messing with.”
“Good plan. I’m sure Spike and Sol, if they were here, would completely agree with you.” Terra Mater concentrated until her hair and clothes turned into a combination of brown and green leaves, roots, and sticks. She had a fierce look on her face and her eyes glowed. “Let’s do this.”
Together, Terra Mater and her new acolyte went in search for the man in charge of the Initiative. They found Colonel McNamara seated in his office writing letters to the parents of the men who had died in the past few days.
“Who are you?” the Colonel demanded to know when the two women appeared out of thin air in front of him. One was as ugly as sin and the other looked like she was dressed in foliage. “This is a restricted area.” He reached out to hit a buzzer to alert his guards, but he found himself unable to move.
“You did a bad, bad thing.” Terra Mater wagged her finger at the Colonel. “You and your toy soldiers played with things that didn’t concern you.”
“You made a Yokk-Foi. How could you do something so monumentally stupid?” Anyanka asked. “I’ve learned my lesson. Have you?”
McNamara tried to nod his head, but he was still frozen. He had no idea who the two women were, but they really scared him. It wasn’t like it was his fault anyway. Maggie Walsh was doing experiments on her own without authorization. McNamara just wished he could tell them that.
“No humans must know about this abomination.” Terra Mater turned to Anyanka. “Wipe their computers, any paper trail, and their minds on how to breed the Yokk-Foi.”
“Of course. I am at your service.” Anyanka nodded her head at Terra Mater. With a wave of her hand, she did as the goddess commanded.
A puff of smoke filled the room, and a booming voice asked, “Anyanka, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Hoffy!”
McNamara cringed internally when another being appeared in his office. It wasn’t that big of a room as it was. Too many more bodies and it would burst.
“You didn’t answer my question,” D’Hoffryn growled at Anyanka.
Anyanka shrugged. “I’m just helping Terra Mater.” She flung her hand out towards the Colonel. “This idiot and his band of bigger idiots made a Yokk-Foi, and it’s loose in Sunnydale.”
D’Hoffryn let out a sigh. “I so loved this dimension. The beings here were always the most delicious. All seething with jealousy, passion, and greed.” He looked disappointed. “How long before it is destroyed?”
Anyanka rolled her eyes. “We have a plan, Hoffy. Don’t worry about losing your favorite playground.”
“I expect you back in Arashmahaar as soon as the Yokk-Foi is disposed of,” D’Hoffryn announced.
Anyanka glanced at Terra Mater before she shook her head. “I don’t think so, Hoffy. You see I found a goddess to worship.”
Terra Mater looked pleased with herself while D’Hoffryn glared at the two women. McNamara tried to make himself as small as possible in the tiny room overrun by monsters.
“Don’t be like that, Hoffy,” Anyanka said. “It’s not like you can’t replace me with a snap of your fingers.”
“You belong to me, Anyanka,” D’Hoffryn growled. “I gave you your power. I can take it away.” He gestured towards the pendant on Anyanka’s neck, and it disappeared, only to reappear in his hand. “See how easy that is for me.”
Terra Mater snorted and shook her head. “Aud had her own power long before you showed up to tempt her.” She moved to Anyanka’s side, and she put her arm around the other woman’s shoulders. “You’re mine again, Aud. Your power will not be contained to a necklace.”
Anyanka blinked her eyes in surprise. She hadn’t even thought about that. Her powers were limited by D'Hoffryn rule. “Okay. I can live with that,” she said.
D’Hoffryn growled. His ploy hadn’t worked like it always had before with his other minions. He’d take the high road this time. D’Hoffryn was sure that Anyanka would be crawling back very soon. She’d liked her job for too many centuries not to come back when she got bored. He popped out of the room in a flash of light and a poof of smoke.
“Well, that went swimmingly,” Terra Mater commented. She turned her attention back to McNamara. “Now that your soldiers don’t remember how to make the Yokk-Foi, that only leaves you. Anyanka? The honors?”
“Thanks!” Anyanka flexed her fingers. She and Terra Mater popped out of the room at the same time the memory wiping spell took place on McNamara.
All the Colonel had left of the memory of the Yokk-Foi was a feeling of foreboding and the need to get out of Sunnydale.
ASAP.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Wesley dropped his saddle bag on the floor next to the hotel door. He needed to call Faith again since he had learned what was really behind Giles’ sudden demise. He didn’t think it would do much good if the Yokk-Foi escaped their plan to lure it into the Hellmouth, but Faith and Angel Investigations needed to be a second front of attack.
Wesley pulled out his phone, and he dialed Los Angeles.
“Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless.”
“Hello, Cordelia,” Wesley greeted the young woman.
“Are you in Sunnydale? Did you find out what’s going on? Harmony’s dead, Wesley! What’s going on?” Cordelia asked in a gush.
Wesley knew that Cordelia had been friends with Harmony back in high school. “Yes, I made it to Sunnydale, and I’ve spoken to Buffy. She knows what is going on. She’s working with others here in town trying to rectify the situation.”
“Others? Please tell me she’s not working with those traitors!” Cordelia had been as disgusted with Buffy’s so called friends as Giles and Faith had been when they turned on the Slayer at graduation.
“If you mean Xander and Willow, no. They were victims of the same creature that took your friend Harmony, and Giles.” Wesley plopped down on the bed. “I need you to put me on speaker so I can speak to everyone.”
“Sure.” Cordelia’s voice sounded a bit strained. She covered the phone receiver and called out for her teammates. When they had gathered, Cordelia switched over to speaker phone. “We’re here, Wes.”
“What’s going on, Wes?” Angel asked. “All I’ve heard is that Giles is dead. Is Buffy all right?”
Wesley nodded even though nobody could see him. “Buffy is fine. She’s dealing with everything very bravely. Here’s what I know. The Army is in Sunnydale capturing demons and experimenting.”
Angel shivered in memory of the time he’d spent aboard the submarine in World War II where he first learned about human experimenting on demons.
“They made an almost indestructible creature called a Yokk-Foi,” Wesley continued.
“I don’t think I’ve heard of one of those,” Doyle commented. He moved to where Wesley’s books were stacked.
“I got the impression they were forbidden.” Wesley leaned back against the pillows. “Buffy is working with local contingents to solve the problem, but if we fail…”
“You need us to be ready. How bad is this creature exactly?” In his mind, Angel started to sort through his allies.
“Do you remember a vampire by the name of Chad? I believe he was turned by Drusilla.”
“Vaguely,” Angel replied.
“It killed him.”
“What’s the big deal about one dusted vampire?” Doyle asked.
“That’s the thing.” Wesley slid his glasses forward, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “He didn’t dust. He just had his demon sucked out of him.”
“Is that even possible?” Cordelia gasped.
“If you’d asked me that this morning when I got out of bed, I’d say no.” Wesley kicked off his boots. He might as well get comfortable for the evening. He needed to be well rested for the meeting in the morning.
“Do you need me to come to Sunnydale, Wes?” Faith asked her Watcher.
Angel was unsettled by the information passed along by Wesley. Did Buffy need him to be in Sunnydale to help her? Without Giles, Willow or Xander, she would need help fighting the creature terrorizing her hometown. Wesley’s voice interrupted Angel’s thoughts.
“No, Buffy has plenty of help here. She has Anya and Tara, her new boyfriend, some peaceable demons, and the local police chief helping her with her plan.”
“Buffy has a boyfriend?” Angel asked.
Cordelia rolled her eyes. “That would be the only thing you got out of the whole conversation.”
“Angel, that’s not important now,” Wesley grumbled. “What’s important is that if we fail, you set up defenses against this creature. It will destroy the entire dimension in its search for power.”
“We’ll get to work on that,” Cordelia replied. “Doyle and I will keep Mr. Broodypants here in line.”
Angel made a protesting noise, but he quickly fell quiet.
“If I, or Buffy, don’t call you on the first of November, assume the worst.”
“We understand, Wes,” Cordelia said. “We’ll talk to you then.”
Wesley hung up the phone. He stood up to toe off his boots and remove his leather jacket. He knew he needed to get some rest before the big meeting the next day.
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Buffy spent the rest of her day off at the police station giving her statement about finding Xander and Willow at Giles’ apartment. Her fellow policemen were sympathetic about the loss of her former friends. She was just glad they weren’t accusing her of killing them.
Buffy dragged herself home, tired beyond anything she’d ever been before. She was even more tired than the timed she’d died for a few minutes while fighting the Master. After a hot bath, she stretched out on her bed, bare-assed naked.
Buffy emptied her mind of the day’s events, and she let her hands slide down to cup her breasts. She caressed the outside of the areolas with a light touch until her nipples hardened. Buffy tugged and twisted her breasts until bolts of arousal made her body twitch.
Buffy’s thighs fell open. She could smell the liquid gathering in her moist cleft. She slid one hand down her stomach to the apex of her legs. Her fingers grazed her engorged clit with a teasing touch.
“Now there’s a sight I don’t mind comin’ home to.”
Buffy froze at the sound of Spike’s voice. She hadn’t expected him home that soon. She just hoped that he didn’t take offense at her actions and think she wasn’t pleased with him.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Spike said while discarding his duster and boots. “In fact, spread your pretty legs more so I can enjoy the show.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
All around Sunnydale, humans and demons alike felt the urge to depart sooner rather than later.
The next morning employers all over town had to scramble to cover for workers who didn’t show up for work and didn’t call in sick. Teachers in all the schools from elementary to higher education noted that their classes were missing students. Neighbors wondered about the people living closest to them, and the police were inundated with calls of suspicious circumstances.
Julian Zindell stepped into the Rusty Beaver. He went directly to Zoof’s office where he found his boss going over the take from the night before. “Hey, boss,” Julian greeted Zoof. “I stopped by to pick Smitty up and his neighbor said that he left with his bags packed at about 3 a.m.”
Zoof looked up from his work. “I was afraid of that. A few of my neighbors had the same idea.”
“You think something’s going down?” Julian asked. “Halloween is just a couple of days away.”
“I do.” Zoof really liked Julian. The boy had great potential, and he didn’t want to see it wasted if something went completely wrong with the plan to get rid of the Yokk-Foi. “I’ve been thinking about getting some new ideas. Take out some petty cash. Hit Los Angeles … maybe Vegas … take a look at some clubs and see if you can find some new ideas for the club. Take that sweetheart of yours with you.”
“Like a mini vacation,” Julian replied. “I can get behind that.”
Yeah, like a mini vacation.” Zoof waved Julian away. “Get out of here.”
