The Elder Slayers Chapter 9

an: sorry its been so long, had a lot of crap going on and am finally done with it. Not pleasant.

An: Ignore the entrance in the last chapter, I felt that this went better anyway.

The Sunset Club back room

Mayor Wilkins and Alexander entered a well lit room with a large table in the center. Alexander indicated for the Mayor to sit before doing so himself. Neither was willing to speak the first words as they measured each other up in the newfound privacy.

Alexander saw a power sorceror, covered in various enchantments and spells made to guarantee his continued existance. His more monstrous nature felt the prescence of an alpha or omega animal within its grasp, both powerful and deadly. The Vampire Lord knew that to attack would be foolish and that the reprucusions would be more terrifying than he could at this moment think of.

Richard Wilkins saw in front of him a creature of death and contained evil. It held in its grasp true immortality, with a soul too boot. The continued existance of the soul was what interested the Mayor the most, as he could tell that the creature was a vampire, and more demonic than even Kakistos. Wilkins was a simple man, he enjoyed the little things; long walks on the beach, treating his wives, kids, and grandkids to good meals, and a good night of torture; but what Wilkins wanted was to ensure his continued existance. If this creature had found a way to continue its blackened life for an eternity, he wanted it.

Alexander finally tired of their stairing match and summoned servers to bring out a goblet of wine and a loaf of bread. Taking a sip of the blood, Alexander looked at the Mayor and asked, "Are you willing to break bread with me, Mr. Wilkins?"

Unwilling to violate the hospitality of the Master of the city in his domain, the Mayor cautiously took the loaf between them and broke it in half. As he broke the bread, he felt magic flare around him; It bound him in place and enshrouded his very soul.

Alexander stood from his place and strode around the table, blood dripping from his smirking lips as he looked at the bound Mayor. Reaching the magically bound man he spun the chair around. With gruesome smirk on his monstrous face he said, "I do appologise for the deception Mr. Wilkins, but you are too powerful to allow to roam free. I was uncertain as to whether I would bind you in this way, or simply form an agreement of some kind."

The mayor was using the Monster's monologue as a chance to try and unbind the magic placed upon him. The magic binding him held a sense of unfamiliarity, making the ways he would normally escape such bindings useless. As he realized that he could not escape, Alexander continued, "The bindings you are having difficulty breaking are a combination of two magics never before seen in this plane. You are bound in body by spells created by a friend of mine and in soul by spells made by my lord Molag Bal, to keep the cattle in line."

Alexander made a motion with his hand and Wilkins fell to his knees in a bow. Alexander drew from oblivion a blade etched with tormented souls and placed the blade to one side of the conquered Mayor's head , then the other. Richard Wilkins forced his head up to look at the monster in confusion. Alexander declared to the prone man, "I thus name Richard Wilkins the first, second, and third my vassal and lord of the mortal domain of Sunnydale, Boca Del Infernado, the Hellmouth. He shall deffer to me in the matters of the imortal and demonic, and he shall retain control of the daylight hours. I thus bind the soul of this Wretch to myself and my Lord, Molag Bal."

The bindings upon Wilkins dispersed, but he remained on the floor. He could do nothing but ask, "Why?"

"I despise politics and have oft used the blade in negotiations. Were we in my realm, such acts would be acceptable. But in this plane I cannot do such, and so I have you to do it for me. Be aware, though; should you attempt betrayal, I will know and send you to my lord without a heart."

Wilkins nodded. If the creature before him served Molag Bal, it meant that the Daedra were gaining purchase upon this reality. Molag Bal, according to what he had learned in his long life, expected complete subserviance or death. It was also commonly know to those who looked into such things, that his realm of hell was not a place any wished to tread in.

Alexander smirked at the man. He knew he was in control, and so he dismissed the imortal human with a wave. As the enslaved Mayor left, two new people entered the room.

Spike and Drusilla had cleaned up and were looking far better than they had in a long while. The former was smilling widely at his now more sane lover, while telling her of all the things that they could now do with their ability to walk in the sun for short amounts of time. The door behind them closed with a snap and their attention was drawn to the figure of their newest friend or master.

Alexander changed back into his elven form and grinned at his friends. Taking both their shoulders he spoke, "It is good to have many of my friends back, with life as it should be."

Spike, who was the more cautious of the two, responded for them both, "I wish I remembered this life you blokes keep goin' on about, but all got is this one. The way I remember it, before all that Halloween nonsense you were a whelp. Couldn't fight worth a damn, but here you are! Master of the whole damn city, discounting that Childe of mine. I seem to recal a bloody idiot owning that body before you moved in."

Alexander let go of the blonde vampire and ran a hand through his hair. Thinking hard he said, "I believe it has much to do with time. In both worlds I started out as you remember me; a boy playing at being a man, almost there but not quite. The differense is that in the version of myself from Halloween lay close to three millenia worth of experience and training. One would be hard pressed to find an individual who is not affected by such accumulated knowledge being pressed into a quickly redeveloping mind, as I was changed in base species as well as age. I am as I am because if I had not changed to fit more into my elder persona, the combined years of life would have driven me mad."

Spike took that in, before nodding his head. If his memories of being Spike had been put into him when he was human, he'd have had to change to stay sane. "Alright, so why'd you call us?"

Alexander smiled and said, "How would you feel about a cross country trip?"

Summer's Home

Kendra smiled shyly as she took a plate offered by Mrs. Summers. The woman was kind and gentle, what Kendra would hope her mother had been like. Her sister Slayer had told her that the elder woman had no knowledge of the supernatural and wished to keep it that way. So that would mean no discussing the reprecusions of her death until later. Instead she was to eat with this American family and become part of it for a night.

"So Kendra," Mrs. Summers began, "How do you know Buffy? She never introduced you before."

Kendra looked at the blonde Slayer for some direction, but Buffy had frozen in fear. Thinking over excuses that would possibly fit into a world without the supernatural she said the first thing that came to her head, "We be lovers!"

Dawn, who had been about to take a bite of dinner, stopped and looked between the two elder teens, and her mom. The silence stretched for a few seconds before the young girl broke out into laughter, followed soon by her mom and sister. Kendra went along with it, glad that her blurted thought was not being taken seriously.

Buffy managed to stop laughing first and told her mom, "She's the daughter of one of Giles' friends. She's staying for a few days and I thought she might appreciate your cooking more than His."

Joyce nodded in acceptance of her daughter's suggested answer. It made far more sense than her missing a whole aspect of her daughter's life.

Rosenberg Home

Ira and Sheila Rosenberg stared at their daughter with a mixture of awe, fear, and apprehenson. This was the result of a three hour long naration by the witch and her wife, and her wife's mother. They had come home to find their daughter snuggling with another girl while reading with a middle aged woman with greying hair watching TV on the couch. Shorty after had begun the explanation, which led to the awe, fear, and apprehension.

Ira was the first to regain vocal control, turning to Tara's mother, "And you've done nothing about this?"

Julia Mclay looked at the man for a long monent before saying, "My daughter is marryied to a woman who could literally go to hell and back to prove her love. If there was a better person for my little girl, I'd eat Tony Stark's cooking again."

"Again?" Sheila asked in confusion.

"It was a long time ago, but he was a terrible cook," Julia shook her head and said, "We're getting off topic. Yes, I'm perfectly fine with my daughter being married to yours."

The Rosenbergs didn't know how to respond to the drama unfolding in their own lives, that was one of the reasons they left Willow to her own devices for years on end. The pair were well known for their writings on the human brain and the analysis of such, and they were also well known for detachment. Dealing with hormones was something they tended to do their level best to avoid, so they did.

Which is why the next thing they did was pick up their bags turn to the door and walk out. Ira was kind enough to shout, "We'll be back at the end of the book tours."

The McLays blinked at the abruptness of the exit before turning to Willow. She shrugged, unsure of what the answer to any of the unasked questions was.

Boston Bar

Diana Dormer answered the ringing phone. Listening for a moment she turned to look behind her and responded, "It apears, sir, that Faith is a very strong drunk."

The bar she was in was destroyed. Various demons lay in little bits all around, the walls oozed with icor, and there was a thin layerof dust on the floor. In the middle was Faith Lehane, playing cards with her ex and the only other living gentleman at the bar. Sam Guevenne, the only person still alive from Faith's drunken masacre of the seedy demon bar they sat in, poured the inebriated Slayer another glass of high end whiskey.

Diana focused on the person on the other end of the line, resonding, "Mr. Travers, my Slayer has managed to find every single demonic waystation in Boston in one night... She has destroyed three and gotten solid information in the rest... She managed to kill one of Kakistos' leutenants in an unarmed bar brawl... He was a Fyarl demon, sir... I believe she would have much the same effects if exposed to other conventional drugs, sir... The smoking of Marijuana made her able to detect the prescence of magic, sir... No, sir, this isn't a joke... I believe she would increase in power, sir... No, the Crucimentarum is not a good idea with my Slayer sir."

An: sorry it took so long to get a new chapter up.

An: Drugs are bad