Title: The fascinating Life of Zoey (Part 3)
Author: Miss. Kitty Fantastico
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Angel characters (why would I want to
anyway?), or anything else that pertains to Angel or Buffy the Vampire
Slayer. I only own Zoey, and Verdandi owns Evita-yep, that's all!
***
"I'm confused." Breckin said, doodling on a piece of paper.
I wanted to say something really mean to him-this 'Keeper' just kept rubbing me the wrong way-but I decided not to, he might further interrupt the story.
I sighed, and looked down at the dark cream colored carpet (must come a hell of a lot handy if you spill coffee on it). "What?"
"In the story, you said your name was Bridget. Isn't your name Zoey?"
"Thanks for reading my mind again." I mumbled. I straightened in my chair and looked at the Keeper, "When have you met a vampire who hasn't changed their name? It's a whole stupid macho thing newbies do-you haven't seen any vicious vamps running around calling themselves Eugene, have you?"
Breckin nodded in agreement, "I guess you're right. But you changed your name before you became a vampire."
"That's the second part of my story." I explained, slouching in the chair uncomfortably, tracing circles on the table top with my index finger, "When my brother thought he had killed me, he was a newbie-he didn't know how to use the extent of his senses yet. So, he didn't know the different smell between a living person, and one who had been dead for two seconds.
"What a wonderful thought"
"And after about two hours I woke up laying on my back in the barn with my arm twisting the other way. Great going away present from my brother, don't you think? Anyway, I was lucky that I only managed to get a few cuts and bruises from the fall, but I knew I had to get out of Ireland, so, I hopped a boat to England where I had my arm fixed and where I learned about the Council." I said the word 'Council' like I had something bitter in my mouth.
"You sound like you're not very fond of the Council." The Keeper said with a small laugh.
"I hate the Council, I wasted nearly 200 years of my life there." I said, balling my hands into fists.
"Oh." He said taken back, "Go on with your story."
"Well, when I heard about the Council, I went to them and told them about Angel-or Angelus, I don't know, my brother has way too many alter-egos, it's hard to keep track of them all. Anyway, they told me that I might be useful to the Council and asked if I wanted to stay and study there to be a Watcher. I did, and they made me immortal-I don't know exactly why, they said that they wanted to train and educate a human being to use as a secret weapon in the future. Little did I know that I would be locked up and 'trained' and 'educated' for 200 years without going outside the perimeter of the Council. In short, the whole thing basically sucked, and that's why I've never really liked Watchers." I finished, staring straight at Breckin, who was watching the tape, it didn't look like he was even listening to me. Arg.
He then put up a finger to silence me as he flipped over the tape in the tape recorder. He gave me the thumbs up sign and said, "But you never answered my question: Why did you change your name?"
I shrugged, "It was a name the Council gave me because I didn't tell them my real name, I was kind of a mute for the first few weeks. They decided to call me Zoey after I became immortal-Zoey means 'life', you know. They thought that the name fit back then, I think it's kind of ironic now." I said with a laugh, " But, then the name just stuck, and as far as I'm considered, Bridget's dead." I looked around the virtually empty room with longing eyes, "Got anything to eat?"
Breckin thought a moment, "Hmm, I see. What part of your life do you want to tell me now?"
"Hmm, dunno." I thought a moment, slightly annoyed that he ignored my comment about having anything to eat, "1998. It was when I was first sent to Sunnydale, I hate looking back at myself then, I was just as bad as the stuffy old Brits-only worse-and Irish."
***
"You know, Biology should be shot." Buffy said, frustrated, as she burst through those infamous library doors, diverting all attention to her as she threw her bag of books on the counter.
"Yeah, Buff, 'cause Biology is a regular guy who can walk around forcing people study the life of plants." Xander said sarcastically from the table he was sitting at. He was supposed to be researching in a large, leather bound volume he had out, but covering the book up was a (Bluntman and Chronic comic-no, just kidding)Spiderman comic.
"I see you have Bio this semester too." Buffy said, walking over to the weapon's cabinet and pulling out two blunt wooden stakes.
"Guys, Biology isn't that bad." Willow said, adjacent from Xander. When she saw that her too friends were shooting her equally hateful stares, she shrugged meekly and said quietly, shrinking into her book, "I like Biology."
"Ready for today's training lesson, Buffy?" Giles said in his normal, dorky, preppy tone, coming out of his office, dressed head to toe in tweed.
Buffy smiled, "You sound rather chipper today." She said in a (very bad) fake British accent.
Giles went over to the corner of the library and unhooked the punching bag from the ceiling. It was an unusual item for a library, but no one seemed to notice, so it really didn't matter. "Well, I'm expecting someone from the Council to arrive here very soon. She's been sent to fill in for Faith while she's.unable to fulfill her duties as a Slayer." Holding the bag steady, Giles smiled, "Shall we start then?"
"We shall." The Slayer nodded, throwing a series of kicks and punches at the bag. "Stupid Biology." She muttered, giving the bag a steady roundhouse kick. "Stupid dissections." Punch. "Stupid homework." Punchpunch. "And most of all; stupid bio book with the tiger on it!" The Slayer kicked the bag so hard, it flew out of Giles's hands and swung freely in the air on it's chain.
"I take it you don't like biology, then?" Giles asked, staring at the swinging punching bag.
Buffy was busy digging in the closet for the mitts with the square padding that Giles wore for hand-to-hand combat. "Nope. So tell me, Giles." The Slayer straightened and came out with a bright pink mitt and a forest green one. She looked at the mismatched colors and then shrugged, not caring very much-she wasn't the one who was going to have to wear them. "Who's this girl coming from the Council? An old girlfriend of yours? Did you two meet when you both first entered the Council? Young and naïve, was it was love at first sight?"
"Oh, how romantic." Willow said lovingly from the table.
Giles, on the other hand, turned his nose up at the idea, "Good heavens, no. She had been at the Council 170 years before I went there! She's an immortal, obviously."
"Oooo. Immortal, scandalous!" Xander said in a ditzy, high voice.
Giles gave Xander a cold stare, "Don't be so rude, Xander! Show your respect, she's very old and very knowledgeable and-"
"And she's right behind you, listening to every word you say, wondering whether to point her finger and reprehend you, or to laugh." A proper voice said by the large library doors.
The Scoobies turned to see short girl with dark hair waiting patiently behind them. She wore a very unfashionable dark blue pants suit with matching shoes and a large rosary hanging from her neck, obviously Catholic. In one hand she carried a leather bag, with folders and papers sticking out the top, obviously Watcher stuff. She stooped down and placed the bag on the floor, when she rose up she asked, "Aren't you going to give me a proper introduction, Rupert?"
"Of course!" Giles said smiling, "Everyone, this is Zoey from the Council. Zoey, this is Buffy, the current Slayer."
"Hi there, Zo!" Buffy said with a friendly, borderline ditzy wave.
".Willow, our resident whiz at those dreadful pieces of machinery called computers."
Willow smiled and said a very nasal "Hello."
".and lastly, this is Xander.our."
"Only comic relief around here while battling the evils of the Hellmouth and of High School." He said, leaning over the table to shake the immortal's hand.
"Wonderful!" Zoey said, "I think it's going to be great working here with all of you."
***
A Few Hours Later
"Buffy, you're not leaning far back enough to get the full extent of that kick. Here, let me show you how it's done." Zoey said, interrupting Buffy's train of thought.
The Slayer had been peacefully kicking the crap out of the punching bag, until the immortal had come by with some more 'helpful hints' for the Slayer to go by. Buffy thought that the first couple of times she did it was okay, but now it was just starting to get annoying.
Buffy crossed her arms, "Who died and made you boss?" She muttered stubbornly.
"Hmm? What was that Buffy?" The immortal asked, fixing the punching bag.
"I think what Buffy means." Xander stood up from the table and made his war toward the two girls, "Is that you keep correcting us at things we already know how to do. You told Willow that the demon site she had been using for years was 'ill efficient'. You told me that I wasn't sharpening a stake right-and now you're telling Buffy that she doesn't know how to fight."
The immortal looked stunned, and her mouth dropped open. She looked for comfort in both Buffy and Willow's faces, but they were both nodding in agreement. "I-I had no idea. I-I th-thought I was just helping."
"Look, Zoey." Buffy said, "We want to like you, and we want to accept you as part of the gang. But you've got to stop correcting us on everything. Just let us do stuff the way we want to do stuff, okay?"
Zoey looked horrified, and without saying a word, ran into Giles's office.
"That went well." Buffy said sarcastically.
Giles leaned over the railing of the second floor of book selves with a disapproving look, "Oh, dear God, what did you do now?"
"We were just telling her that she can't tell us how to do our jobs." Xander said, giving Giles his copyrighted 'Puppy dog look'.
"Don't you know, she's extremely sensitive!" Giles said, hurrying down the library stairs without much ease.
"You'd think a person over 200 years old would get over what people say." Willow said quietly, typing on her laptop.
"Apparently, there are exceptions." Buffy said, rolling her eyes.
"J-just go back to work. I'll try to talk to her." Giles said, rushing into his office.
***
***
"I'm confused." Breckin said, doodling on a piece of paper.
I wanted to say something really mean to him-this 'Keeper' just kept rubbing me the wrong way-but I decided not to, he might further interrupt the story.
I sighed, and looked down at the dark cream colored carpet (must come a hell of a lot handy if you spill coffee on it). "What?"
"In the story, you said your name was Bridget. Isn't your name Zoey?"
"Thanks for reading my mind again." I mumbled. I straightened in my chair and looked at the Keeper, "When have you met a vampire who hasn't changed their name? It's a whole stupid macho thing newbies do-you haven't seen any vicious vamps running around calling themselves Eugene, have you?"
Breckin nodded in agreement, "I guess you're right. But you changed your name before you became a vampire."
"That's the second part of my story." I explained, slouching in the chair uncomfortably, tracing circles on the table top with my index finger, "When my brother thought he had killed me, he was a newbie-he didn't know how to use the extent of his senses yet. So, he didn't know the different smell between a living person, and one who had been dead for two seconds.
"What a wonderful thought"
"And after about two hours I woke up laying on my back in the barn with my arm twisting the other way. Great going away present from my brother, don't you think? Anyway, I was lucky that I only managed to get a few cuts and bruises from the fall, but I knew I had to get out of Ireland, so, I hopped a boat to England where I had my arm fixed and where I learned about the Council." I said the word 'Council' like I had something bitter in my mouth.
"You sound like you're not very fond of the Council." The Keeper said with a small laugh.
"I hate the Council, I wasted nearly 200 years of my life there." I said, balling my hands into fists.
"Oh." He said taken back, "Go on with your story."
"Well, when I heard about the Council, I went to them and told them about Angel-or Angelus, I don't know, my brother has way too many alter-egos, it's hard to keep track of them all. Anyway, they told me that I might be useful to the Council and asked if I wanted to stay and study there to be a Watcher. I did, and they made me immortal-I don't know exactly why, they said that they wanted to train and educate a human being to use as a secret weapon in the future. Little did I know that I would be locked up and 'trained' and 'educated' for 200 years without going outside the perimeter of the Council. In short, the whole thing basically sucked, and that's why I've never really liked Watchers." I finished, staring straight at Breckin, who was watching the tape, it didn't look like he was even listening to me. Arg.
He then put up a finger to silence me as he flipped over the tape in the tape recorder. He gave me the thumbs up sign and said, "But you never answered my question: Why did you change your name?"
I shrugged, "It was a name the Council gave me because I didn't tell them my real name, I was kind of a mute for the first few weeks. They decided to call me Zoey after I became immortal-Zoey means 'life', you know. They thought that the name fit back then, I think it's kind of ironic now." I said with a laugh, " But, then the name just stuck, and as far as I'm considered, Bridget's dead." I looked around the virtually empty room with longing eyes, "Got anything to eat?"
Breckin thought a moment, "Hmm, I see. What part of your life do you want to tell me now?"
"Hmm, dunno." I thought a moment, slightly annoyed that he ignored my comment about having anything to eat, "1998. It was when I was first sent to Sunnydale, I hate looking back at myself then, I was just as bad as the stuffy old Brits-only worse-and Irish."
***
"You know, Biology should be shot." Buffy said, frustrated, as she burst through those infamous library doors, diverting all attention to her as she threw her bag of books on the counter.
"Yeah, Buff, 'cause Biology is a regular guy who can walk around forcing people study the life of plants." Xander said sarcastically from the table he was sitting at. He was supposed to be researching in a large, leather bound volume he had out, but covering the book up was a (Bluntman and Chronic comic-no, just kidding)Spiderman comic.
"I see you have Bio this semester too." Buffy said, walking over to the weapon's cabinet and pulling out two blunt wooden stakes.
"Guys, Biology isn't that bad." Willow said, adjacent from Xander. When she saw that her too friends were shooting her equally hateful stares, she shrugged meekly and said quietly, shrinking into her book, "I like Biology."
"Ready for today's training lesson, Buffy?" Giles said in his normal, dorky, preppy tone, coming out of his office, dressed head to toe in tweed.
Buffy smiled, "You sound rather chipper today." She said in a (very bad) fake British accent.
Giles went over to the corner of the library and unhooked the punching bag from the ceiling. It was an unusual item for a library, but no one seemed to notice, so it really didn't matter. "Well, I'm expecting someone from the Council to arrive here very soon. She's been sent to fill in for Faith while she's.unable to fulfill her duties as a Slayer." Holding the bag steady, Giles smiled, "Shall we start then?"
"We shall." The Slayer nodded, throwing a series of kicks and punches at the bag. "Stupid Biology." She muttered, giving the bag a steady roundhouse kick. "Stupid dissections." Punch. "Stupid homework." Punchpunch. "And most of all; stupid bio book with the tiger on it!" The Slayer kicked the bag so hard, it flew out of Giles's hands and swung freely in the air on it's chain.
"I take it you don't like biology, then?" Giles asked, staring at the swinging punching bag.
Buffy was busy digging in the closet for the mitts with the square padding that Giles wore for hand-to-hand combat. "Nope. So tell me, Giles." The Slayer straightened and came out with a bright pink mitt and a forest green one. She looked at the mismatched colors and then shrugged, not caring very much-she wasn't the one who was going to have to wear them. "Who's this girl coming from the Council? An old girlfriend of yours? Did you two meet when you both first entered the Council? Young and naïve, was it was love at first sight?"
"Oh, how romantic." Willow said lovingly from the table.
Giles, on the other hand, turned his nose up at the idea, "Good heavens, no. She had been at the Council 170 years before I went there! She's an immortal, obviously."
"Oooo. Immortal, scandalous!" Xander said in a ditzy, high voice.
Giles gave Xander a cold stare, "Don't be so rude, Xander! Show your respect, she's very old and very knowledgeable and-"
"And she's right behind you, listening to every word you say, wondering whether to point her finger and reprehend you, or to laugh." A proper voice said by the large library doors.
The Scoobies turned to see short girl with dark hair waiting patiently behind them. She wore a very unfashionable dark blue pants suit with matching shoes and a large rosary hanging from her neck, obviously Catholic. In one hand she carried a leather bag, with folders and papers sticking out the top, obviously Watcher stuff. She stooped down and placed the bag on the floor, when she rose up she asked, "Aren't you going to give me a proper introduction, Rupert?"
"Of course!" Giles said smiling, "Everyone, this is Zoey from the Council. Zoey, this is Buffy, the current Slayer."
"Hi there, Zo!" Buffy said with a friendly, borderline ditzy wave.
".Willow, our resident whiz at those dreadful pieces of machinery called computers."
Willow smiled and said a very nasal "Hello."
".and lastly, this is Xander.our."
"Only comic relief around here while battling the evils of the Hellmouth and of High School." He said, leaning over the table to shake the immortal's hand.
"Wonderful!" Zoey said, "I think it's going to be great working here with all of you."
***
A Few Hours Later
"Buffy, you're not leaning far back enough to get the full extent of that kick. Here, let me show you how it's done." Zoey said, interrupting Buffy's train of thought.
The Slayer had been peacefully kicking the crap out of the punching bag, until the immortal had come by with some more 'helpful hints' for the Slayer to go by. Buffy thought that the first couple of times she did it was okay, but now it was just starting to get annoying.
Buffy crossed her arms, "Who died and made you boss?" She muttered stubbornly.
"Hmm? What was that Buffy?" The immortal asked, fixing the punching bag.
"I think what Buffy means." Xander stood up from the table and made his war toward the two girls, "Is that you keep correcting us at things we already know how to do. You told Willow that the demon site she had been using for years was 'ill efficient'. You told me that I wasn't sharpening a stake right-and now you're telling Buffy that she doesn't know how to fight."
The immortal looked stunned, and her mouth dropped open. She looked for comfort in both Buffy and Willow's faces, but they were both nodding in agreement. "I-I had no idea. I-I th-thought I was just helping."
"Look, Zoey." Buffy said, "We want to like you, and we want to accept you as part of the gang. But you've got to stop correcting us on everything. Just let us do stuff the way we want to do stuff, okay?"
Zoey looked horrified, and without saying a word, ran into Giles's office.
"That went well." Buffy said sarcastically.
Giles leaned over the railing of the second floor of book selves with a disapproving look, "Oh, dear God, what did you do now?"
"We were just telling her that she can't tell us how to do our jobs." Xander said, giving Giles his copyrighted 'Puppy dog look'.
"Don't you know, she's extremely sensitive!" Giles said, hurrying down the library stairs without much ease.
"You'd think a person over 200 years old would get over what people say." Willow said quietly, typing on her laptop.
"Apparently, there are exceptions." Buffy said, rolling her eyes.
"J-just go back to work. I'll try to talk to her." Giles said, rushing into his office.
***