Buffy and the rest followed the GPS signal to an old warehouse. At that
time Wesley was getting worried, because the signal hadn't moved in the
last few minutes.
Carefully they neared the entrance, when Oz suddenly started sniffing.
"Oz, can you smell anything," Willow asked him, turning the gang's attention on the werewolf.
"Blood," was his only answer.
"Xander?" Buffy asked worried.
Oz sniffed again, but shook his head. "No, it's not Xander. But whoever it is, he lost a lot of blood."
They entered the warehouse and immediately spotted the five bodies, lying in a pool of their own blood. Wesley looked like he would throw up any second but the others looked with emotionless eyes at the massacre in front of them.
Finally Wesley was able to get himself back under control.
"He.. he did that to them?" he asked with fear.
"No, vampires," Buffy explained to him while she started to examine the corpses.
"How can you tell?" he asked.
"Well, the dustpiles," she said and pointed at the remains of the vampires, "and the bite wounds on their throats." Buffy looked up and noticed the boarded up windows. "Seems like one of their lairs."
"Are you sure you can't smell the X-man?" Faith asked Oz.
"No, he was here, but he left through the other entrance," the werewolf told her and pointed at the door on the other side of the room.
"But why did they let him live? I mean, they would not let him just run through their warehouse and do nothing," Willow threw in.
"Well it seems that these vampirer are not the unorganized ones we encounter on a daily basis," Giles told them from where he was examining the vamp's living room.
" TV, telephone, even a computer," he told them and opened the large fridge. "And a steady supply of blood," he said and took one of the bloodbags from the interior.
"Which means?" Cordelia asked.
"I think that these vampires were working for the Mayor. And Xander lured the retrieval team directly into their lair," Giles explained to them.
"You think that Xander is responsible for their deaths?" Buffy asked.
"It seems so."
"You were right Giles," Buffy admitted. "Xander is more dangerous than most of our enemies," she said and stood up.
"We should go now and tell the police where they can find the bodies," Giles told them while they left the warehouse.
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"Ouch," Xander exclaimed while his wound was stitched up. The vampire that was a doctor before he was turned was doing a good job, but it still hurt.
"I'm sorry Mr. Harris, but if you would stop moving it wouldn't hurt so much," the vamp doctor told him and licked his lips at the sight of the blood.
That move didn't go unnoticed from Xander.
"Watch it pal. You start licking blood from my wound and I will ram a stake through your heart," he told the vamp angrily.
"Alexander would you please stop threatening the nice doctor," the Mayor told him from his position behind his desk. "Let him finish stitching you up, then you can kill him, okay?"
"Whatever you say boss," Xander said but winced again when the needle entered his flesh.
"So, all the watchers are dead?" Xander nodded. "Good, I hope that will teach them a lesson."
"Yeah, hope so too. Don't want to deal with watcher teams every week," Xander told him.
"No, I don't think so. The Council has not that many teams. The loss of this one should be a heavy blow for them. It will take some time before they even consider sending another team. And that time will be enough to complete the Ascension."
The doctor was now finished with his work, gathered his things together nad left the room.
"You still not ready to tell me what you master plan is?" Xander asked him.
"Alexander, I told you that I would tell you everything about my plans once the time is right," the Mayor told him and Xander's shoulders slumped in defeat. " And I think the time has come," he continued his sentence.
Xander's head shot up and he looked at the other man. "I'm all ears."
"Alexander, let's talk about Graduation Day."
The End
Carefully they neared the entrance, when Oz suddenly started sniffing.
"Oz, can you smell anything," Willow asked him, turning the gang's attention on the werewolf.
"Blood," was his only answer.
"Xander?" Buffy asked worried.
Oz sniffed again, but shook his head. "No, it's not Xander. But whoever it is, he lost a lot of blood."
They entered the warehouse and immediately spotted the five bodies, lying in a pool of their own blood. Wesley looked like he would throw up any second but the others looked with emotionless eyes at the massacre in front of them.
Finally Wesley was able to get himself back under control.
"He.. he did that to them?" he asked with fear.
"No, vampires," Buffy explained to him while she started to examine the corpses.
"How can you tell?" he asked.
"Well, the dustpiles," she said and pointed at the remains of the vampires, "and the bite wounds on their throats." Buffy looked up and noticed the boarded up windows. "Seems like one of their lairs."
"Are you sure you can't smell the X-man?" Faith asked Oz.
"No, he was here, but he left through the other entrance," the werewolf told her and pointed at the door on the other side of the room.
"But why did they let him live? I mean, they would not let him just run through their warehouse and do nothing," Willow threw in.
"Well it seems that these vampirer are not the unorganized ones we encounter on a daily basis," Giles told them from where he was examining the vamp's living room.
" TV, telephone, even a computer," he told them and opened the large fridge. "And a steady supply of blood," he said and took one of the bloodbags from the interior.
"Which means?" Cordelia asked.
"I think that these vampires were working for the Mayor. And Xander lured the retrieval team directly into their lair," Giles explained to them.
"You think that Xander is responsible for their deaths?" Buffy asked.
"It seems so."
"You were right Giles," Buffy admitted. "Xander is more dangerous than most of our enemies," she said and stood up.
"We should go now and tell the police where they can find the bodies," Giles told them while they left the warehouse.
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"Ouch," Xander exclaimed while his wound was stitched up. The vampire that was a doctor before he was turned was doing a good job, but it still hurt.
"I'm sorry Mr. Harris, but if you would stop moving it wouldn't hurt so much," the vamp doctor told him and licked his lips at the sight of the blood.
That move didn't go unnoticed from Xander.
"Watch it pal. You start licking blood from my wound and I will ram a stake through your heart," he told the vamp angrily.
"Alexander would you please stop threatening the nice doctor," the Mayor told him from his position behind his desk. "Let him finish stitching you up, then you can kill him, okay?"
"Whatever you say boss," Xander said but winced again when the needle entered his flesh.
"So, all the watchers are dead?" Xander nodded. "Good, I hope that will teach them a lesson."
"Yeah, hope so too. Don't want to deal with watcher teams every week," Xander told him.
"No, I don't think so. The Council has not that many teams. The loss of this one should be a heavy blow for them. It will take some time before they even consider sending another team. And that time will be enough to complete the Ascension."
The doctor was now finished with his work, gathered his things together nad left the room.
"You still not ready to tell me what you master plan is?" Xander asked him.
"Alexander, I told you that I would tell you everything about my plans once the time is right," the Mayor told him and Xander's shoulders slumped in defeat. " And I think the time has come," he continued his sentence.
Xander's head shot up and he looked at the other man. "I'm all ears."
"Alexander, let's talk about Graduation Day."
The End