Disclaimer: It's all about Joss. No suing shall ensue.
AN: I take forever with this, don't I? I apologize for that. Okay, in this chapter, a thank you goes out to Cyberwulf, cause I used your idea, thank you very much! However, cause of it, I think I might have gotten a little carried away, so the ending might be kind of......over-descriptive, and I'm sorry if that offends anyone in anyway.
CHAPTER 6 - Ripper
"Well, I'm all for the whole we're hard to kill deal," Xander spoke up. "But don't you think Mr. I'm-a-Slayer Angel and his accomplice Spike will *try* their best to do it?"
"Xander, Xander, Xander," Giles said, smiling. "So perceptive, yet dumb."
Xander frowned. "I'd be insulted, but it's true."
"Actually, Xand-man makes a point," Buffy said. "The Slayers aren't just going to give up just because we're difficult to slay. We're still killable. And they will try and find out how to do it."
"That's quite true," Giles said. "But, you forget."
"The only way to kill us is through a whole series of spells and enchanted scripts," Willow said perkily.
"Yes, and," Giles began.
"The scripts have to be in blood." Oz spoke up.
Giles rolled his eyes. "Will you ever let me speak?" he groaned. He glanced at Oz. "Of course, the rare times you do speak, it has to be when I'm about to."
"Someone's got their panties in a twist," Buffy said dryly. "What happened?"
"Just hunger pangs," Anya spoke up. The others glanced at her.
"How do you know?"
"Come on, he's got all the classic signs." Anya shrugged. "Look at him."
"Much as I loathe to say this, but Anya is right. I've been too busy researching this that I haven't had time to eat. So the least you could do is let me explain everything so that my starvation is justified." Giles growled.
Xander and Buffy exchanged glances. "Well, Ripper, old boy, we thought this might happen. So, we actually brought you a little gift for later, but hell, you can eat it now." Xander tossed off as he went to the door and pulled a bound and gagged brunette. He smiled at the girl. "Tsk, tsk, Cordelia. Maybe you should have let me turn you. I mean, it's better than having Giles here rip your heart out."
Cordelia's eyes widened and she squealed, muffles by the cloth in her mouth. He shrugged and pushed Cordelia over to Giles. "Enjoy. But for God's sakes, keep the gag on. She yammers too much."
Giles turned, his eyes glimmering yellow in bloodlust. "Thank you, Xander. And Buffy. Most thoughtful of you two."
He smiled evilly and bent over Cordelia's neck, sinking his fangs into her neck. She let out a whimper before weakening in his arms. After nearly all her blood was drained, Giles paused and looked up.
"Well, should I turn her, or should I just keep to tradition?" he asked, a cruel smile on his demonic features.
"Well, me myself, I would turn her. I mean, she's a pretty thing. But.....you've always been a stickler for tradition." Buffy smiled evilly.
Giles' eyes glinted. "So I have."
And with a hiss, he pierced her chest with his taloned hand. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and he yanked out her still-beating heart, before consuming it whole. He smiled, licking his lips as his face contorted back. "God, I love tradition."
"Ripper strikes again," Oz remarked.
AN: I take forever with this, don't I? I apologize for that. Okay, in this chapter, a thank you goes out to Cyberwulf, cause I used your idea, thank you very much! However, cause of it, I think I might have gotten a little carried away, so the ending might be kind of......over-descriptive, and I'm sorry if that offends anyone in anyway.
CHAPTER 6 - Ripper
"Well, I'm all for the whole we're hard to kill deal," Xander spoke up. "But don't you think Mr. I'm-a-Slayer Angel and his accomplice Spike will *try* their best to do it?"
"Xander, Xander, Xander," Giles said, smiling. "So perceptive, yet dumb."
Xander frowned. "I'd be insulted, but it's true."
"Actually, Xand-man makes a point," Buffy said. "The Slayers aren't just going to give up just because we're difficult to slay. We're still killable. And they will try and find out how to do it."
"That's quite true," Giles said. "But, you forget."
"The only way to kill us is through a whole series of spells and enchanted scripts," Willow said perkily.
"Yes, and," Giles began.
"The scripts have to be in blood." Oz spoke up.
Giles rolled his eyes. "Will you ever let me speak?" he groaned. He glanced at Oz. "Of course, the rare times you do speak, it has to be when I'm about to."
"Someone's got their panties in a twist," Buffy said dryly. "What happened?"
"Just hunger pangs," Anya spoke up. The others glanced at her.
"How do you know?"
"Come on, he's got all the classic signs." Anya shrugged. "Look at him."
"Much as I loathe to say this, but Anya is right. I've been too busy researching this that I haven't had time to eat. So the least you could do is let me explain everything so that my starvation is justified." Giles growled.
Xander and Buffy exchanged glances. "Well, Ripper, old boy, we thought this might happen. So, we actually brought you a little gift for later, but hell, you can eat it now." Xander tossed off as he went to the door and pulled a bound and gagged brunette. He smiled at the girl. "Tsk, tsk, Cordelia. Maybe you should have let me turn you. I mean, it's better than having Giles here rip your heart out."
Cordelia's eyes widened and she squealed, muffles by the cloth in her mouth. He shrugged and pushed Cordelia over to Giles. "Enjoy. But for God's sakes, keep the gag on. She yammers too much."
Giles turned, his eyes glimmering yellow in bloodlust. "Thank you, Xander. And Buffy. Most thoughtful of you two."
He smiled evilly and bent over Cordelia's neck, sinking his fangs into her neck. She let out a whimper before weakening in his arms. After nearly all her blood was drained, Giles paused and looked up.
"Well, should I turn her, or should I just keep to tradition?" he asked, a cruel smile on his demonic features.
"Well, me myself, I would turn her. I mean, she's a pretty thing. But.....you've always been a stickler for tradition." Buffy smiled evilly.
Giles' eyes glinted. "So I have."
And with a hiss, he pierced her chest with his taloned hand. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and he yanked out her still-beating heart, before consuming it whole. He smiled, licking his lips as his face contorted back. "God, I love tradition."
"Ripper strikes again," Oz remarked.