Confusion
By: Lynn
Disclaimer: I own nothing, please don't sue.
Summary: see chapter 1
Rating: still PG-13, but it may change.
A/N: Yay! Time for the big bad!
Chapter 3
"No, thank you, I don't want to talk about this over a 'cuppa'. I want an explanation, now." Proto-Giles glared at Spike, who was beginning to realize that it might not be as easy as he thought to talk his way out of this one.
"Fine…I am a vampire. But I'm from the future. I have a chip in my head that keeps me from hurting humans. I know your great-grandson – he's the Watcher to the Slayer, who I am in love."
Proto-Giles blinked once at him. And coiled for another attack.
"OK! Ok. I…am a vampire…with a soul…" It didn't sound believable even to Spike's ears. But to Proto-Giles, it sounded a lot better than a time-traveling demon.
"And
how did you get your soul?"
"Um…" Well, if I'm going to
pretend to be like Angel, I may as well go all the way. "I was cursed by a
gypsy tribe for feeding on one of their people. And now I go around trying to right the wrongs of the world,
hoping for redemption."
"And your comment about my great-grandson?"
Spike sheepishly shrugged. "I figured that would get you to listen to me," he said with a smirk.
Proto-Giles still didn't know what to do. He turned to look at his companions.
"Excuse us for a second." They went a little bit away and whispered to each other, frequently glancing back at Spike and the streetwalker, who was now standing next to him. Spike looked over at her and decided she had enough excitement for one night.
"Hey, luv. Why don't you go on home? And be a little more careful in who you try to pick up, alright?" The girl nodded, wide-eyed. As she ran off, Spike called out to her. She stopped, turned around and caught the money Spike threw at her.
"And, luv. You didn't see or hear anything tonight." She winked at him and ran off into the night.
Meanwhile, the three young people had finished their debate and walked back toward Spike.
"We don't believe you yet, but we're going to give you the benefit of the doubt. So, you'll have to prove you're telling the truth by working with us."
Yes! Sooner or later, he'll convince them. And then they can help him get home!
"Sure thing, mate."
"My name is Edward Giles. These are my classmates, George Winthrop and his sister, Victoria. We are all Watchers in training.
"Really? I didn't think the old blokes let the kiddies out on their own."
"Who said they let us?"
Spike smiled. So that's where Giles gets it from.
* * *
"So you're telling me vampires are real, I am – or become – one, and live for hundreds of years, then start working with you guys, supposedly my mortal enemies?"
The Scoobies looked at each other, realizing how odd their lives were yet again.
"Yes."
William exhaled, looking up at the ceiling.
"This has to be a nightmare."
"Nope, sorry."
"Well, suppose you're telling me the truth. How do I get back to my own time? And how did I get to this time in the first place?"
"That's what we're going to find out. It's time for research." Giles stood up to get books more appropriate for the subject. The books on the demon he'd been researching were pushed aside, as thoughts of him were also pushed aside in his head.
* * *
"Master, we have begun to assemble the army." The green, disgusting looking minion bowed down before his leader. Gr'ynk, a tall, thin blue demon with bright orange eyes glared down at the sniveling annoyance.
"Very good. What about the…other plan?" He looked meaningfully at Slark, conveying that he shouldn't mention what they had done. Gr'ynk learned from the mistakes of those who had come before him – the less others knew, the better.
"It is done."
An evil smile slowly broke out on Gr'ynk's face.
Yes. That…thing…is out of my way. No one can stop me now!