VII. Unwelcomed On The Committee
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The Council was having a meeting. They had noticed the lack of communication from their ex-Slayer. They also had noticed the disappearance of their current Slayer and her watcher. Something odd was happening because a new one had not been called.
They were a bit at a loss and Clifton Holden was ready to have an aneurysm.
Then the door opened.
First Giles entered in a soft coffee jacket. It didn't make any sense as a weapon, but he had chosen a crossbow, it's what he felt most comfortable with. A redhead in a burgundy jacket followed, holding a knife.
Holden stood and Giles raised the crossbow at him.
"Sit," Giles growled in commandment. When Holden ignored him Giles shot him in the leg with the crossbow. He sat in pain. Giles turned to Willow, "Bind them all."
With a simple incantation the council was at the mercy of the rebels.
Holden growled, "I will not stand for this."
Giles lifted his crossbow again and shot an arrow pinning him to the chair.
"Ironic choice of words."
Giles turned towards the door.
"Won't you come in?"
In stepped Buffy and by her side stood Angel and his broadsword.
"Hi Cliff," she said darkly.
"How did he get in," One of the Council said.
"Little flick flick," Willow intoned waving her hand, "And this place is no longer safe from vampires or demons."
"Now Cliff," Buffy said stepping towards him as he winced from the name, "I don't like you as the head of the Council. I think I am going to fire you."
He smiled, "You can't do that."
Buffy looked at him wide eyed, "Really? Can we put bets on this. I need some money since I have to have a job because you Neanderthals don't believe in paying your slayers."
"You bitch, you come in here with your watcher, your witch and your pet vampire and expect to have some kind of say? Nice little pageant, but you can go home now to your fake made of energy sister and fuck your brains out with your vampire of the week or try something new with a demon."
Angel back handed Holden so hard that blood seeped from his mouth.
Buffy looked up at him, "Thanks."
Angel shrugged, "No biggie."
Buffy parted the duster and showed her stomach which made the council very uncomfortable.
"I don't really care much about what you say. I don't answer to you. You've stolen the father of my child. You don't get to control my life. The Powers That Be gave me my Slayer abilities. I answer to them, not you. Therefore I win, you loose and all of you are fired."
Tara and Wilson had entered and they nodded to Giles.
Giles stepped forward.
"At this moment a network of Rouge Watchers and Wiccas are gathering forces. We are in the processes of letting everyone know the new order."
Holden sneered, "Right are you going to take over? There is so much that you don't know. You really think that you can just come in here and take over."
"Yes I can," Giles informed him, "I have two slayers. What do you have? A council without Slayers is not going to work."
Giles smirked and he remembered Buffy's words.
"What were your words?"
Giles looked at Buffy and she smiled, "Tea drinking Masterpiece Theater Club."
"Slayers die, what will you do when yours does," Holden quipped to Giles.
Buffy closed in on him, he could feel her breath on the nape of his neck. For the first time he was scared. This woman may be more dangerous than he thought. He was beginning to think that he shouldn't have allowed her to live.
"Cliff, haven't you heard I've already died twice, some of us don't die."
He closed his eyes and refused to let her intimidate him.
"You don't die because you fuck the vampires instead of kill them."
This time it was Buffy who hit him. He bit his lip and refused to acknowledge his broken nose.
Buffy examined Holden, "You are a foulmouthed man. I almost miss Quent."
"You'd be foulmouthed too if you were sitting here with two arrows in you. Listening to delusions of grandeur of a group of rebels."
"Delusions?" Buffy said incredulously.
They had forgotten that Holden was gifted.
Without warning he lunged to Buffy. She reached out to hit him, but she wasn't used to fighting with her belly that large. Holden hit her and Buffy fell to the ground. He kicked her.
"You're a disgrace to the idea of a Slayer. You have no idea of the consequences of your actions. You put regular people in danger because of your self-centered need to not be alone. You don't cherish your gift you mourn it. You don't know how lucky you are."
With a growl Angel lifted him off the ground. Angel was in full vamp face.
"Apologize. To. The. Lady."
Holden glared at him, "I will not apologize to the abomination."
Giles stepped next to Angel and watched Holden struggle for breath.
"Don't kill him," Giles said. Giles cocked his head, "But no need to coddle him."
Tara and Willow were quietly attending to Buffy. They were saying words of healing.
Buffy stood up and walked towards Holden. She hit him in the gut.
"Here is the deal. You call me an abomination. Well I am. I've lived through more apocalypses than you can imagine. While you sit here and read I actually do what would make you pee your pants. I've broken every rule that you have. You know what makes me an abomination? Not my baby, not my choice in men, not my friends. I am an abomination because I'm alive. After being a slayer for nearly a decade I am still alive."
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The Council was having a meeting. They had noticed the lack of communication from their ex-Slayer. They also had noticed the disappearance of their current Slayer and her watcher. Something odd was happening because a new one had not been called.
They were a bit at a loss and Clifton Holden was ready to have an aneurysm.
Then the door opened.
First Giles entered in a soft coffee jacket. It didn't make any sense as a weapon, but he had chosen a crossbow, it's what he felt most comfortable with. A redhead in a burgundy jacket followed, holding a knife.
Holden stood and Giles raised the crossbow at him.
"Sit," Giles growled in commandment. When Holden ignored him Giles shot him in the leg with the crossbow. He sat in pain. Giles turned to Willow, "Bind them all."
With a simple incantation the council was at the mercy of the rebels.
Holden growled, "I will not stand for this."
Giles lifted his crossbow again and shot an arrow pinning him to the chair.
"Ironic choice of words."
Giles turned towards the door.
"Won't you come in?"
In stepped Buffy and by her side stood Angel and his broadsword.
"Hi Cliff," she said darkly.
"How did he get in," One of the Council said.
"Little flick flick," Willow intoned waving her hand, "And this place is no longer safe from vampires or demons."
"Now Cliff," Buffy said stepping towards him as he winced from the name, "I don't like you as the head of the Council. I think I am going to fire you."
He smiled, "You can't do that."
Buffy looked at him wide eyed, "Really? Can we put bets on this. I need some money since I have to have a job because you Neanderthals don't believe in paying your slayers."
"You bitch, you come in here with your watcher, your witch and your pet vampire and expect to have some kind of say? Nice little pageant, but you can go home now to your fake made of energy sister and fuck your brains out with your vampire of the week or try something new with a demon."
Angel back handed Holden so hard that blood seeped from his mouth.
Buffy looked up at him, "Thanks."
Angel shrugged, "No biggie."
Buffy parted the duster and showed her stomach which made the council very uncomfortable.
"I don't really care much about what you say. I don't answer to you. You've stolen the father of my child. You don't get to control my life. The Powers That Be gave me my Slayer abilities. I answer to them, not you. Therefore I win, you loose and all of you are fired."
Tara and Wilson had entered and they nodded to Giles.
Giles stepped forward.
"At this moment a network of Rouge Watchers and Wiccas are gathering forces. We are in the processes of letting everyone know the new order."
Holden sneered, "Right are you going to take over? There is so much that you don't know. You really think that you can just come in here and take over."
"Yes I can," Giles informed him, "I have two slayers. What do you have? A council without Slayers is not going to work."
Giles smirked and he remembered Buffy's words.
"What were your words?"
Giles looked at Buffy and she smiled, "Tea drinking Masterpiece Theater Club."
"Slayers die, what will you do when yours does," Holden quipped to Giles.
Buffy closed in on him, he could feel her breath on the nape of his neck. For the first time he was scared. This woman may be more dangerous than he thought. He was beginning to think that he shouldn't have allowed her to live.
"Cliff, haven't you heard I've already died twice, some of us don't die."
He closed his eyes and refused to let her intimidate him.
"You don't die because you fuck the vampires instead of kill them."
This time it was Buffy who hit him. He bit his lip and refused to acknowledge his broken nose.
Buffy examined Holden, "You are a foulmouthed man. I almost miss Quent."
"You'd be foulmouthed too if you were sitting here with two arrows in you. Listening to delusions of grandeur of a group of rebels."
"Delusions?" Buffy said incredulously.
They had forgotten that Holden was gifted.
Without warning he lunged to Buffy. She reached out to hit him, but she wasn't used to fighting with her belly that large. Holden hit her and Buffy fell to the ground. He kicked her.
"You're a disgrace to the idea of a Slayer. You have no idea of the consequences of your actions. You put regular people in danger because of your self-centered need to not be alone. You don't cherish your gift you mourn it. You don't know how lucky you are."
With a growl Angel lifted him off the ground. Angel was in full vamp face.
"Apologize. To. The. Lady."
Holden glared at him, "I will not apologize to the abomination."
Giles stepped next to Angel and watched Holden struggle for breath.
"Don't kill him," Giles said. Giles cocked his head, "But no need to coddle him."
Tara and Willow were quietly attending to Buffy. They were saying words of healing.
Buffy stood up and walked towards Holden. She hit him in the gut.
"Here is the deal. You call me an abomination. Well I am. I've lived through more apocalypses than you can imagine. While you sit here and read I actually do what would make you pee your pants. I've broken every rule that you have. You know what makes me an abomination? Not my baby, not my choice in men, not my friends. I am an abomination because I'm alive. After being a slayer for nearly a decade I am still alive."
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