Title: Vanilla and Kinks
Author: Witchy Red
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them.
Notes: NETHING else refer to previous parts
"Dammit, come on we're going to lose them!" Willow screamed as she ran for the door. Spike caught up to her before she could reached it and wrapped his arm around her waist, stopping her.
"Luv, they didn't run back to the lair. They disappeared as soon as they hit your porch. They didn't walk here and they aren't going to walk back. We can't follow them." Spike said in a calming voice. He held her tightly against his chest and smoothed down her hair. Eventually she stopped struggling.
"Ok, Spike you can let me go." She said after a few minutes. He let her go. She stepped away but gripped his hand not wanting to lose contact.
"That's it? Pouf junior here says no and we just listen? Like Hell. I'm going after them!" Xander burst out but he was stopped when Angel stepped in front of him.
"If you go now you'll just wander around Sunnydale without anyhope of finding them. We don't have time for that." He said in a low but fierce voice. He was not about to have this boy get the love of his life killed because of his stupidity.
"Then how are we going to find them?" Willow asked.
"We'll use your vision." Angel said. "Try and figure out where you were." Willow looked at him. She hadn't seen a whole lot of her surroundings and everything had been dark. There was little hope of learning anything from her vision. Willow sighed. But it was all they had to go on so she began to tell them what she had seen.
As Willow spoke Wesley wandered out of the room. He hadn't lived in the area long enough to be of any help and something in the book he had been reading was bothering him. Wesley paced the hall he found himself in reading the passage that was giving him trouble. The book was a large leather bound text with letters inscribed in the text that hardly anyone except Wesley could read because it was in ancient Egyptian. Even Wesley was having a hard time deciphering it. He was on his fifteenth lap of the hall when he had an epiphany.
"That's it!" He cried. Wesley ran back into the living room waving the book in the air. Willow paused in her recount of her vision and everyone turned to look at the young watcher.
"What's it?" Xander asked.
"The Whisper, I know who she is. It was right in front of my face all this time."
"Yeah, that's something we wanted to hear." Spike said. "We could have killed her two days ago."
"No, I don't even know if we can kill her now. At full power, in her own form, the Whisper is so powerful and so sadistic that even the other demons are afraid of her. See back when humanity was first making an appearance in this world, and the demons still ruled, there was one demon who gained control of a part of the world where Egypt and a few other countries are now. She was a cruel master, treating her demon servants as slaves. Her human slaves were little more than part of the scenery, scenery that could be thrown, kicked, punched and tortured whenever she had the whim. The other demon overlords let her be as long as she stayed in her own territory but when she began to cause war in lands occupied by the higher demons they decided that she was to be banished. After a lot of war and a very precise ritual The Whisper was cast out of our dimension and into another but her faithful demon servants called the Ecketi, they would be our friends with too many eyes, managed to escape this fate and are forever trying to use the ritual in reverse to bring their master back. Once she is in her own form in this dimension she will be unstoppable.
"And that will help us get Buffy and Faith back how?" Xander asked. Wesley cast an irritated glance at Xander and saw that everyone else was also looking impatiently at him not wanting to wait for him to get to the point. He cleared his throat.
"There's more." He said stiffly and fiddled with his tie. "The Whisper needs a place of immeasurable power to perform her ritual. She was likely pulled here not only by the slayers but also by the force of the Hellmouth. The Whisper will be wherever the most powerful energy source is in Sunnydale." Wesley finished. Everyone stared at him. Then Cordelia, who Xander had gone to get after the Slayers were taken, had an epiphany.
"The Hellmouth!" She cried out. Spike gave her a look.
"Welcome to five minutes ago." He said.
"No, that's where she is, in that old church under the library. Isn't it supposed to be some big mystical whos-it?"
"She's right. The power there is incomprehensible." Willow said decisivly.
"So, we're going underground?" Xander said. He stood up as if to leave but when no one followed he looked around confused. "Hello, people, we know where they are. Let's go!"
"And, how pray tell, do you plan on getting them out and killing the Whisper?" Giles asked tiredly. He removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, wishing for an aspirin.
"We go, we fight, Willow slays, we party." Xander said and to his mind it was as simple as that. He refused to believe that there was even a chance of them losing or of him losing another friend.
"It's not that easy. I don't even know if I can stand right now. The only time I feel strong is when we're fighting. And besides, you heard what Wesley said. She's so powerful that he doesn't know if we can kill her." Willow said.
"Willow, take an hour to get your strength back up. Spike can stay with you. God knows, what he would do without you around." Giles said. Spike looked offended. "Please, Spike, everytime you've been in Sunnydale you've tried to kill us. Don't tell me you think we actually trust you. Angel, go to Willie's and kill that little maggot if he doesn't tell you everything he knows. He was lying the last time you went. The rest of us are going back to the library. We're going to find a way to kill this thing. I want everyone back here in an hour equipped with every weapon we own." Giles said. His voice was hard and angry. He was sick to death of demons screwing with his kids. It looked like it was going to take a little bit of Ripper for them to understand that. Giles could be ruthless when need be and it seemed that he needed to. He would dismember this bitch piece by piece if he had to but she would die tonight.
Author: Witchy Red
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them.
Notes: NETHING else refer to previous parts
"Dammit, come on we're going to lose them!" Willow screamed as she ran for the door. Spike caught up to her before she could reached it and wrapped his arm around her waist, stopping her.
"Luv, they didn't run back to the lair. They disappeared as soon as they hit your porch. They didn't walk here and they aren't going to walk back. We can't follow them." Spike said in a calming voice. He held her tightly against his chest and smoothed down her hair. Eventually she stopped struggling.
"Ok, Spike you can let me go." She said after a few minutes. He let her go. She stepped away but gripped his hand not wanting to lose contact.
"That's it? Pouf junior here says no and we just listen? Like Hell. I'm going after them!" Xander burst out but he was stopped when Angel stepped in front of him.
"If you go now you'll just wander around Sunnydale without anyhope of finding them. We don't have time for that." He said in a low but fierce voice. He was not about to have this boy get the love of his life killed because of his stupidity.
"Then how are we going to find them?" Willow asked.
"We'll use your vision." Angel said. "Try and figure out where you were." Willow looked at him. She hadn't seen a whole lot of her surroundings and everything had been dark. There was little hope of learning anything from her vision. Willow sighed. But it was all they had to go on so she began to tell them what she had seen.
As Willow spoke Wesley wandered out of the room. He hadn't lived in the area long enough to be of any help and something in the book he had been reading was bothering him. Wesley paced the hall he found himself in reading the passage that was giving him trouble. The book was a large leather bound text with letters inscribed in the text that hardly anyone except Wesley could read because it was in ancient Egyptian. Even Wesley was having a hard time deciphering it. He was on his fifteenth lap of the hall when he had an epiphany.
"That's it!" He cried. Wesley ran back into the living room waving the book in the air. Willow paused in her recount of her vision and everyone turned to look at the young watcher.
"What's it?" Xander asked.
"The Whisper, I know who she is. It was right in front of my face all this time."
"Yeah, that's something we wanted to hear." Spike said. "We could have killed her two days ago."
"No, I don't even know if we can kill her now. At full power, in her own form, the Whisper is so powerful and so sadistic that even the other demons are afraid of her. See back when humanity was first making an appearance in this world, and the demons still ruled, there was one demon who gained control of a part of the world where Egypt and a few other countries are now. She was a cruel master, treating her demon servants as slaves. Her human slaves were little more than part of the scenery, scenery that could be thrown, kicked, punched and tortured whenever she had the whim. The other demon overlords let her be as long as she stayed in her own territory but when she began to cause war in lands occupied by the higher demons they decided that she was to be banished. After a lot of war and a very precise ritual The Whisper was cast out of our dimension and into another but her faithful demon servants called the Ecketi, they would be our friends with too many eyes, managed to escape this fate and are forever trying to use the ritual in reverse to bring their master back. Once she is in her own form in this dimension she will be unstoppable.
"And that will help us get Buffy and Faith back how?" Xander asked. Wesley cast an irritated glance at Xander and saw that everyone else was also looking impatiently at him not wanting to wait for him to get to the point. He cleared his throat.
"There's more." He said stiffly and fiddled with his tie. "The Whisper needs a place of immeasurable power to perform her ritual. She was likely pulled here not only by the slayers but also by the force of the Hellmouth. The Whisper will be wherever the most powerful energy source is in Sunnydale." Wesley finished. Everyone stared at him. Then Cordelia, who Xander had gone to get after the Slayers were taken, had an epiphany.
"The Hellmouth!" She cried out. Spike gave her a look.
"Welcome to five minutes ago." He said.
"No, that's where she is, in that old church under the library. Isn't it supposed to be some big mystical whos-it?"
"She's right. The power there is incomprehensible." Willow said decisivly.
"So, we're going underground?" Xander said. He stood up as if to leave but when no one followed he looked around confused. "Hello, people, we know where they are. Let's go!"
"And, how pray tell, do you plan on getting them out and killing the Whisper?" Giles asked tiredly. He removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, wishing for an aspirin.
"We go, we fight, Willow slays, we party." Xander said and to his mind it was as simple as that. He refused to believe that there was even a chance of them losing or of him losing another friend.
"It's not that easy. I don't even know if I can stand right now. The only time I feel strong is when we're fighting. And besides, you heard what Wesley said. She's so powerful that he doesn't know if we can kill her." Willow said.
"Willow, take an hour to get your strength back up. Spike can stay with you. God knows, what he would do without you around." Giles said. Spike looked offended. "Please, Spike, everytime you've been in Sunnydale you've tried to kill us. Don't tell me you think we actually trust you. Angel, go to Willie's and kill that little maggot if he doesn't tell you everything he knows. He was lying the last time you went. The rest of us are going back to the library. We're going to find a way to kill this thing. I want everyone back here in an hour equipped with every weapon we own." Giles said. His voice was hard and angry. He was sick to death of demons screwing with his kids. It looked like it was going to take a little bit of Ripper for them to understand that. Giles could be ruthless when need be and it seemed that he needed to. He would dismember this bitch piece by piece if he had to but she would die tonight.
