Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 16

The building shook, and great sections of walls, floors, ceilings, stairs, and buttresses split, crumbled, and fell.

Baphomet tried to rise, but he seemed weaker. He struggled to his knees, hacking and wheezing. He stood, but swayed. "Slut." Saying this one-syllable word seemed to take all his strength and stamina. He paused, gasping. "Whore." Again, uttering the word seemed to have exhausted him. He weaved and wobbled. "Bitch." He took a tottering step toward Buffy, and the Slayer drove the heel of her hand into his nose, shoving its cartilage through his brain. The hulking figure dropped to the floor and lay motionless.

"Is he dead?" Willow asked.

Buffy prodded the body with her toe. "He's dead."

The three-dimensional, transparent figure of Willow that had transported Buffy to Baphomet's palace appeared between them, extending a hand to each.

"Then, let's go home," Willow suggested. "Take her hand."

Buffy and Willow each took one of the transparent Willow's hands into their own, and Buffy heard the same rushing sound as she'd heard the first time she'd held hands with the all-but-invisible Willow. The crumbling ruins of Baphomet's palace vanished; an instant later, Willow and Buffy stood naked, awash in demon semen, bruised, and lacerated, in Willow's motel room. The transparent Willow was gone. Buffy asked the witch about her see-through likeness.

"That's my astral body," the witch explained.

"How do you-"

"I'd explain, but it would take about five years. Let's just say it's something that Tara and I were working on when she-" tears gathered in Willow's eyes as she recalled the spray of her lover's blood that resulted from the gunshot wound that Warren, the coward, had delivered from afar, thinking he was shooting Buffy.

Buffy kissed her friend, chastely, on the cheek. "I'm sorry, Will."

The witch sniffled. "Me, too, Buff."