TITLE: Complex Cycles 5c (kind of)
AUTHOR: Leni
DISCLAIMER: Didn't you notice that Angel, Buffy, Spike and nearly everyone else were kidnapped by *someone* and that Joss had to use some *coughs*pathetic*coughs* replacements? Wonder who that *someone* could possibly be? *winks* I'll give you a clue: For two years I've had to use black curtains *and* have them closed all the time...
DISTRIBUTION: ...What the hell! Just take it and then tell me where it is.
SUMMARY: Oh well, you read the other chapters and are still reading the story? Then you know how it goes (Sorry about the shortness, btw)
SPOILERS: Seasons 1,2,3,4 of BtVS and Season 1 of A:tS
AN: Remember. This is an *very* ALTERNATE universe fic.
RATING: Hey! We are talking abut B/Aus here! You just cannot ask for a G with those two! I mean... are they nimphos or what? Cuz the only thing they do in my head is to...er... better read it, ok?

FEEDBACK: Would be nice.

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"Good afternoon, Watcher. Did you have a nice day?" Buffy smiled at the figure lying at her feet. She interpreted the grunt coming form it as a negative.

"You shouldn't be out of your bed, you know, Watcher?" She crouched down at his side. Giles turned to face her and sneered. Buffy pouted. "Now, that's no way to welcome me... And here I was, wanting to help you." His brows drew in distrust. Well, I really can't blame him, Buffy thought as she put her hands around his torso and slowly lifted him off the floor. "But you're lucky," she kept on. "I'm in a good mood today and I'll help you anyway."

She deposited him back on the makeshift bed. "Bitch," she heard him mutter.

"What?" She winked at him. "Not even a 'thank you' for helpful little me?" She shook her head in mock sorrow. "Really, they don't make Watchers as they used to. Mine had a lot more manners than you." She smiled warmly in remembrance. "He even said 'please' when he was begging not to be killed."

"I bet," Giles said and shifted a little so half his body was leaning on the wall. "What do you want?" he asked acidly.

She sat by his side on the bed. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." She eyed the pot of blood at the other side of the room. "But I guess Angelus already took care of that." She turned her eyes to the Watcher, her expression shining with repressed laughter. "Do you want a sip?"

He didn't answer and just threw his head back in pain as he felt his legs protesting the effort he had put them through.

Buffy pouted again. "Oops, I guess I really shouldn't have used the whip on your calves... One hit too hard and you'll feel hell if you ever attempt to walk." She looked at him again, then at the blood and smiled. "No wonder you chose to crawl to your food." She stood up, picked up the bowl and sniffed it. She turned and discovered Giles glaring at her. "You're lucky Angelus has no personal issues with you." She put her little finger into the blood and licked it blissfully. "The stuff is good. If you drank this, you would feel undoubtedly better."

She walked back to the bed and offered the bowl to the lying vampire. There was silence for some moments. Finally, when Giles reached out for the pot, Buffy put it beyond his grasp. He looked sharply at her. "I, on the other hand," she explained softly, "still have a very personal problem regarding you." She brought the blood to her lips and sipped it slowly. After she finished, she flung the bowl carelessly onto the Watcher's lap and walked off.

Before she reached the doorknob, she tossed behind her back, "I'll tell you when you are out of danger, Watcher."

Now, Buffy thought, it *will* be interesting to see his reaction when he is well again. She smirked. She loved it when her games had the desired results.

Behind the closed door, Giles was busily licking whatever remnants Buffy had chosen to leave him.


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"Fuck," he whispered under his breath.

He had come to the sewers just to ask around about a young redhaired witch. If the little vixen made those stunts often, it was sure that somebody would know about her.

So far he hadn't had any luck in his research. As soon as he mentioned the name, the majority of vampires -and other demons- fled the place without saying a word. Others stayed long enough to warn him against the girl. "They don't like games," a Tolf had disclosed before disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

That was how he had gotten into that fight with the Creich cadre. One of the youngsters had stammered something about a 'business' and when he had managed to corner him into divulging her location That is all I want, for God's sake. What's in this town about that witchy bitch? a larger Creich had attacked him.

"Fuck it all, damn it!"

He touched his head lightly and winced. That damn Creich had actually managed to harm him. The skin was sore where his hair had been pulled off. Not to mention that his clothes were now ragged beyond repair. That Creich demon had some things to pay for if he wanted to initiate another cadre.

His scent was still fresh along the sewers.


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He was playing idly with her hands as they cuddled on the couch. His fingertips massaged carefully her wrists, her palms, then up her fingers and back again.

"What more did the Anointed One's messengers tell you, love?" he asked softly.

Buffy grinned. "It wasn't what they said but what they didn't. And they aren't two anymore. He made a funny sound when he exploded. Quite a sight... I haven't dusted a bad vamp for such a long time."

"Only three months ago, dear."

She pouted. "He bit my dinner. I don't like to share."

Angelus smiled at the memory of the shocked human as his Buffy saved him just to crush his windpipe some seconds later. Buffy *really* didn't like to share. Except with him, of course. He embraced her tighter and whispered in her ear, "You can dust all the minions of that brat if you desire it. We have no use of them."

She considered his proposal and shook her head. "But the Anointed Baby needs them for his plans. Open Hellmouth, insert foot. Is always the world like a foot?" She looked up at him wonderingly.

He knew better than to force her back on track when she was in this mood. Experience advised him to wait until she was ready to deliver her news. "Well," Angelus smiled, "there's always Italy."

Buffy disengaged her hands from his and clapped happily. "Oh, yes! Italy is funny too! Even the people taste like a boot. Can we have Italian tonight? I want pizza with extra--- extra foot!"

Angelus chuckled as Buffy hid her head on his shoulder to muffle her laugh. He grabbed her hands again and repeated his earlier movements. Soon enough, Buffy's laugh had stopped and a deep rumble followed.

"Wonder Baby wants to play hide-and-seek with us," she declared suddenly. "Want to seek his ashes in the ground?"

Angelus smirked. "Whenever you want, love."

"He's looking for us and they're looking for him. We'll have fun tonight, won't we, love?"

"Of course." He then asked what bothered him from her last sentence. "Who is looking for us, baby?"

"Our newest visitor. We shall open the door and dust everything. Except for him, I think. They are saying that we shall still need him. I don't know, though..." She closed her eyes and murmured secretively to him, "I don't like him. He's nothing like my newest brother, yet a brother he is." She pouted, or at least he believed she was pouting. "Confusing. But he will come soon and it will get better."

"Is he the one from your dreams?" Angelus asked her.

She giggled. "No, silly, that was a girl, remember?"

"What does he want?" he questioned further.

She raised her head and gazed at him. "He still does not know."


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"What will we do about the newcomer?" a disembodied voice suddenly asked.

All stares went to the boy calmly seated on his throne. He didn't even flinch. "We invite him to our nightly meeting, of course," he responded without hesitation.

"But we don't know his lair nor his hunting area," another vampire remarked.

"You claim to having seen the younger Aurelius underground, don't you?" Collin asked his still kneeling minion.

"Yes, Master. I saw him picking a fight in the sewers just below the mayor's office."

The Anointed One interrupted him. "Mayor's office, you say? I see... That's another matter in our hands. Heinrich didn't want to confront Mayor Wilkins, but I have... a more open mind, shall we say." Silence in the room. Collin smirked. "Continue, please," he addressed the minion.

"By the state of the fight, I deduce he should already have moved on in his search."

"Search for what?" This time it was Dalton's voice halting the debrief. The kneeling vampire looked briefly up to the Anointed One. Collin nodded, motioning him to answer the question.

"I don't know. I didn't hear the whole conversation, but I can always ask. I was not the only witness to the commotion."

"Do that. Choose another five and look for him," the boy ordered. "Once you secure his location, come back to us. Try not to make your presence known. From what Heinrich told me, I doubt he will spare your lives if he catches you."

"Very well, Master."

The vampire rose from his humble position and went to look for his five companions in this assignment.

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Ok, and here is where the story reaches its end. Due to some unexpected happenings, i.e.: Losing the diskette where the CC-timetable was programmed day by day, I think I had thought of 34 days for this one, and if you've read the story then you know that I *really* get into each day... not to mention that in this diskette was where I had put all the show-quotes I'd use in this story AND some B/S, B/F, C/X, B/Aus, Aus/G dialogues... By now I'm sure you'll guess this has been a great loss and, unless I find the diskette (I *hope* I left it at the school library, cross your fingers and pray with me) I seriously doubt I'll be continuing this story.