Title: Vacation

Author name: Nicola

Email Address of Author: Nicolat@comcast.net

Warnings: Season 3: Around Christmastime, pre Lover’s Walk

Pairings: Buffy/Jason

Summary: Ficathon response for Terranut.

Disclaimer: Jos and Laurell K. Hamilton own all. I’m just borrowing.

Distribution: Please ask me first.

Rating: PG13. If you watch the show, you can read this. There is some implication of a sexual situation, but nothing worse than anything seen on the show



Name: Terranut

E-Mail: angeles1027@yahoo.com

Author's Request

Genre: Anita Blake

Max Rating: 18

Characters: Buffy definately, no Willow, Anita, Jean Claude, (Pretty much

everyone in Anita Blake except Richard or Edward)

Type: action, maybe romance

Want To See: Buffy in high school and in character(not uber buffy)

Not Want To See: Buffy/Spike (absolutely not)



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Buffy was sick and tired of slaying. She had only been back on the job for a few months, and already, it was irritating her.


So her mother was taking her, Willow, Xander, Oz, and Cordelia away for a pre-Christmas trip.

To St Louis. Mystical City numero uno, after Sunnydale, of course. One of the things Buffy had learned on her road trip was something she had forgotten when she had arrived in Sunnydale. Vampires were known to exist outside of Sunnydale’s little bubble of protective innocence.

She had managed to retain her memory of this when she got home, unlike the last time. When she told her friends, they suddenly remembered as well.

She looked down at the landscape as it passed under her. She was just going to have fun. No slayer baggage for the entire week. She was going to be a normal 17 year-old girl, damn it!

They landed, checked into the hotel, and then headed off to see the sites.

Joyce was very interested in the Arch, while the teens much preferred roam around the vampire district. At dusk, they met at the vampire circus, the only one in the country, and the world, for that matter. Buffy had to resist the almost uncontrollable urge to slay every vampire she saw. She kept reminding herself that these vampires were different, that they had souls, like Angel. Of course, then she had to resist getting all depressed at the lack of her former love.

Finally, around 8, after dinner mostly consisting of extremely unhealthy circus food, Joyce did what Buffy had been waiting for all day.


“I’m going to the St Louis Gallery to check out some paintings I might buy. You kids are on your own. Be back at the hotel no later than 2 AM.” She hugged them all, warned them to be careful, and went on her way.


Buffy and Cordy quickly executed the plan they had settle on the night before, heading to the nearest mall. They found the Hot Topic, and fitted themselves out for the coming evening.

Willow’s outfit disturbed her greatly, being far different from her typical ‘Softer side of Sears.’ The black corset fit her quite snuggly, with a small purple lace fringe drawing attention to her chest. The matching miniskirt was the shortest she had ever worn, though far from the shortest the store sold. It also had a purple lace fringe at the bottom. Fishnets and high platform boots, made from a substance Cordelia called pleather, finished off her outfit.

Oz and Xander were dressed identically, though Oz wore the punked-out clothes better, having had experience with them before. They wore fishnet shirts, with black leather pants.

Cordelia wore a leather corset, similar to Willow’s, but with green lace, and black leather pants that laces up on the sides, showing tantalizing hints of skin. 5 inch heels finished the outfit.

Buffy, being very daring, wore a black bra with a fishnet tank top over it, and a black leather mini-skirt, with what Cordy had termed fuck-me boots.

They left the hotel, heading for the vampire side of town. Even though this made Buffy slightly nervous, she was determined to have fun.

“Carpe Noctem” she muttered, giggling about seizing carps.

They waited in line outside Danse Macabre. They each showed their fake id to the bouncer at the door. Cordy had been in charge of obtaining the ids, and Willow had hacked into government records and created each person the id said they were, just in case. Buffy loved her friends.

She was a little disturbed by the scenery of caged dancers and hanging mannequins, but she was still determined that she would have a good time.

She scanned the dance floor, quickly locating some hotties. She dragged her friends onto the floor, steering them towards the group of attractive people she had sighted.

Buffy was exhilarated. She was having fun for the first time in almost a year. This was great. She danced her way over to the table Oz and Willow had claimed, as neither of them was up for much dancing.

“Having fun?” Willow asked, as Buffy refreshed herself with a gulp of water from the glass sitting on the table. Two more glasses sat there, obviously meant for Xander and Cordelia, who were still out on the floor.

“Lots. You?”

“We’re good.” Willow smiled cheerfully, starting to get over the awkwardness she felt from being in her new outfit. Before Buffy could reply, she felt a soft touch on he shoulder. Gripping the always-present stake hidden in her pocket, she turned around apprehensively.

Wow.

He was hot! He was dressed much like most of the men in the club, subscribing to the less-is-more train of thought. His shirt, if you could call it that, consisted of a criss-cross of black straps, joined by small metal rings, while his pants were black leather, so tight they seemed painted on.

“Would you like to dance?” the man asked, smiling at her wolfishly.

Buffy smiled and nodded, following him out onto the dance floor.

“I’m Jason.” He said into her ear, pulling her close and beginning to dance.

“Buffy.”

“Interesting name.”

She smiled. “I’ve always thought so.”

“You from around here?”

“No. California. You?”

“I’m St. Louis born and bred. He smiled wistfully before making his next statement. “I live at the Circus of the Damned.”

“You aren’t a vampire.” She said matter-of-factly.”

“And how do you know that?” he asked, clearly teasing her.

“Well,’ she said, moving even closer to him, if that was possible, “For one thing, you’re all hot and sweaty.” She gave him a leer worthy of any he’d ever given Anita. “And,” moving her hand to rest on his heart, “You got a heart beat.”

“Ooh, an educated girl. I like that.” He winked, and then quickly sobered up. His face got serious, as if he was preparing for rejection. “I’m a werewolf.”

He let go of her, giving her the space to run back to her friends. She ignored his maneuver and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him even closer to him.

“No biggie. Willow’s boy over there is one too. Like she says, I get pretty hard to deal with three days a month, too.”

Jason had smelled foreign wolf, but had not searched out the source, knowing that Richard would take care of it if it was a problem. He looked now at the happy couple. The man was indeed a wolf, and the girl smelled off as well. “Willow, was it?”

“Yep. She’s witchy-girl.” She answered his unasked question. A slow song started, and he pulled her closer to him, wrapping his long arms around her thin body as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“What an interesting group of friends you have.”

She smiled. “Interesting. That’s a good word for my life.”

They continued to dance, pausing only to get drinks. Willow and Oz left, followed much later by Xander and Cordelia.

Finally, at 1:30, Buffy reluctantly realized that she would have to head back soon, if she had any hope of making the curfew her mother had set. She smirked evilly as she realized that Joyce had merely said that she had to be back in her room, and said nothing about guests.

“You wanna get out of here?” she asked him.

He smiled, and nodded.

He took her hand as she led him out of the club, and back to the hotel. This trip was shaping up to be much more interesting than slaying.