Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. A steady rhythm of thwacking sounded throughout
the library inside the high school. Jenny stood at the receiving end of
the punches, her hands out in front of her. Covering her palms were
special gloves, padded with strong material that could only stop so much of
the Slayer strength from breaking her fingers. Faith furiously hit the
gloves, talking between taking sharp breaths.
"And," Thwack. "she made me" Thwack. "tutor her. I mean, Cordelia! Cordelia I'm-Going-To-Be-Voted-Most-Popular-Even-If-It-Means- Being-A-Bitch Chase!" Faith stopped hitting the gloves as she threw her hands up in exasperation. Jenny grimaced, trying to give a sympathetic smile. She took off the gloves, revealing her red hands. Faith's eyes widened, raising a brow. "Sorry. It's just, ugh! I've been here for a week and already I'm screwed. What time is it?"
"6:45. Faith, she can't be all that bad. You said she was responsive, right? Besides, you're a Slayer." Jenny placed ice packs on her hands, sitting down in the oversized wooden chairs that surrounded the table in the center of the library. Faith sat across from her, taking a swig from her Gatorade.
"Demons and beasts from hell I can handle. Perky cheerleaders on the other hand..." Faith trailed off, getting a short laugh from her Watcher. Glaring, she sat back in her teenage dismay. She perked up when Xander and Willow walked into the room. Willow looked visibly frightened, and Xander kept trying to calm her down.
"You'll have to excuse the Willster here. Still a bit shaken from the factoids," Xander explained, sitting Willow in a chair. She shook her head, looking at Faith.
"Hi." The word was spoken, and Faith grinned at her. Faith admired her bravery. The first time she heard about vamps, she wasn't so accepting. Faith nodded a hello, spinning around to face the other people.
"Thanks for coming, guys. Not every day you have apocalypses. Well, at least I hope not." Jenny joked a bit to lighten the mood, but all it did was muster a weak half-smile from the redhead. Getting into Watcher- mode, Jenny opened up the laptop carefully with her injured hands. She pushed it over towards Willow. Getting up, she stared pacing around the carpeted floor. Faith watched her with interest, getting dizzy as the woman paced. They couldn't be that far apart in age. Faith was 16. Jenny had to be...24, 25. 26 tops. Faith had immediately found the woman attractive, but, Jenny had taken more of a big sister role with Faith. Only time would tell. Okay, back on track Summers.
"I guess I should fill you in," Jenny said gingerly, trying to choose her words as carefully as possible. "Through a vampire, Faith gathered only a little bit of information on the threat. His name is Saibot. He must have followers because Faith said this guy was very consecrated to him."
"No, I said he was *dedicated* to him." Faith looked at Jenny incredulously, and Jenny just smirked.
"They have the same meaning."
"Oh." Faith shrunk a bit, drinking again from the bottle of liquid.
"Anyway, he also had this.." Jenny opened a notebook that had a drawing of the tattoo on it. "on his palm. It was tattooed, not branded. ..And that's about it."
"Chock full of nothing and a side of mashed potatoes." Faith reiterated, grinning at Jenny with a childlike innocence. Jenny just nodded, looking towards Willow. "So, do you think you can help us?"
"Absolutely. Help is my middle name. Well, it's not. But that information will never be disclosed, not even at death," Xander said, looking around in paranoia. Jenny and Faith both bore the same quirked eyebrow, and they both looked to Willow.
"I meant you." Willow looked up, nodding with fervor. "Cool. I need you to get into the coroner's files. See local deaths. Neck ruptures. See if they're concentrated to one area, you know?" Willow nodded again, not really being able to speak. Her fingers typed quickly at the keyboard, her emerald hues staring intently at the screen.
"If anyone can find info about SourBot, it's Will." He grinned proudly, as if she were his well-oiled machine. Jenny just shook her head, going into the back room for a moment.
"I got it!" Willow exclaimed, causing everyone to jump. Something fell in the back room, and Jenny emerged through the door. Pulling long leaves from her hair, she waved her hand dissuasively.
"Well, glad I killed the flower plant. It was evil, anyway."
"I-it doesn't say much. Mostly that he is ancient, slaughtered many, in search for the Slayer. He..needs her blood. Then it refers to some old text." Willow tilted the laptop towards Jenny.
"Let me see." Jenny went around behind Willow, glancing at the cross-reference. "Aha! We have that. I have been trying to get more info, but it's been scarce." Jenny called over her shoulder, returning with an old volume. Suddenly she grimaced, sniffing the cover of the book. Glancing at Faith, who was drinking from the sports bottle, she spoke in a scolding tone. "Faith...."
"What?"
"You didn't happen to, oh I don't know, get pizza grease all over this expensive, rare volume, did you?" Faith looked at the book, wincing a bit. Whoops.
"How was I supposed to know? They all look the same, dude! Even the new books have that old, superior thing!" Faith exclaimed, raising her hands innocently. Jenny shook her head, skimming through the volume. She found the page, slamming the book down upon the table. "So much for rare- expensive-book now, huh? You totally just broke the spine." Jenny shook her head, her finger tracing down the text.
"Aha!"
"So you've said," Xander interjected, getting glares from all three women. "I am definitely in the testosterone minority here." Cowering, he tried to look interested in the text.
"Saibot. He has waited for perform a ritual. It seems he needs Slayer blood to start it, which is why he has had to wait so long. He's got followers...blah blah...can't be stopped. Oh..oh wait."
"So he's a superstar with some fanatics. Anything else? You know, hand grenades, spiky skin, supersonic hearing?"
"Not that I can see. But a lot of it is cross-referenced to other texts. This will take a while." Jenny closed the book, getting another whiff of the pizza grease. She shook her head and stretched out her hands, which were still a bit sore from the pounding they received courtesy of Faith.
"N-no it won't." Willow spoke up quietly, turning the laptop towards Jenny and Faith. The two brunettes leaned in, reading the words on the screen. Jenny's face bore an interested expression, while Faith stared at it as if it were a complicated calculus equation.
"That's amazing! It's a prophecy! And this is just...there? Someone just built this page?" Jenny asked Willow, her hazel hues staring in wonderment.
"Yep. You can get lots of things off the 'net. Like...um..."
"Ancient rare prophecies never seen anywhere except in dingy books? And porn." Faith supplied with a grin, getting swatted on the arm by Jenny. Rolling her eyes she turned her attention to her bottle of Gatorade.
"It's called 'Ultima Ratio Regim'. Which I think translates roughly to 'prophecy of the lost'. Um...then it goes...ah here it is. And it will descend upon the heads of humanity. By the hands of a demon. The obliteration will be fashioned forth. And the last days will shine through. He will drown the world with the blood of man. Causing a merge with hell its self. Only one can prevent this apocalypse. An 'ame damnee'. He, single handily, will be able to prevent this plague. With a power superior to evil."
"That's gotta be me, right? I'm the Amy Damn Knee, right?" Faith inquired, her head cocked to the side a bit. "They got the 'he' part wrong. Stereotypical."
"It can't be you. Ame damnee means 'lost soul.' You're not a lost soul. You're put in these prophecies and it either uses your name or 'The Slayer' or 'The One' Or 'The Chosen One'..." Jenny said, her voice distant as she was lost in deep thought. Shaking herself out of it, she turned to the shy girl. "Can you get more information on this ame damnee? I think he'll be our best bet. If he's stopping this huge evil, he has to know about it."
"I never know about it." Faith grumbled, a hint of jealousy in her tone.
"You do now."
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This town is ironic. Most cities, towns...there is a sense of paranoia felt when night falls upon the streets. A nervousness that only the ones with heightened senses can feel. A buzz in the air as people bustle about, trying to get indoors or in the light. But not in Sunnydale.
In Sunnydale, the people are blissfully unaware of the creatures that lurk around them. Most cities don't even have the incredible night creatures that Sunnydale has. All they have are criminals and lunatics. Each seemingly harmless compared to the undead residents of this town. But the people continue to be unafraid. Unafraid of the danger that will inevitably strike them, or someone they know. Evil seeps from every pore, around every corner, with every passing minute. It grows, swells, cultivates, and dies down with the sun makes its appearance on the other side of the sky. When the people come out of their houses, still oblivious to the danger that was outside their front door.
The blonde woman walked the streets, her eyes glued ahead. She was acutely aware of her surroundings, her nose picking up the different scents that lingered on the streets. Popcorn, blood, excitement. Teenagers walked together, chatting loudly about meaningless things that only are important to mortals. They were no longer important to her. They used to be. There was a time when she, too, was occupied with such trivial things as dating, clothes, and social status. But now she was no longer a part of these things. She was separated from society. She was an outcast in a world she'd like to belong to again.
Call it instinct, but the blonde was led to the graveyard. Ah yes, the ultimate breeding ground for the undead activity. You'd think with 12 graveyards and counting, they would step up the night police in the town. But they buried the dead, and with them, their worries about their safety in the dark. In the distance, she heard grunting and the sound of fists colliding with faces. Racing off into the darkness, she followed the sound. The sight she came upon was rather remarkable, and slightly amusing.
A feisty and obviously powerful brunette mercilessly pounding upon a few vampires. They all tried feeble attacks, but she was quickly rid of them. In the background, two frightened teenagers stood stiffly, and an older, beautiful woman stood next to them. The woman seemed proud of the girl when she made a bow after dusting the vampires. It was the Slayer. But, oddly enough, it was not the Slayer who caught the woman's eye. It was the goofy boy making sarcastic comments about the Slayer's performance. She felt a tinge of something she had not felt in many years. Attraction. Attraction was too dangerous, and she needed to get her ass in gear, but she was captivated by the sight of all of them. A ragtag team they were, if a team at all. Lurking in the shadows, she caught the eye of the Slayer, and quickly disappeared into the night.
"Hey, you guys go ahead home. I'm gonna make a sweep before heading in, okay?" Saying her good-byes, Faith followed the scent that she had felt while she was Slaying. Vampire. She had smelled the vampire even after dusting the other three. After 10 minutes of searching, she felt herself being followed. Going into an alleyway she knew was a dead-end, she got to the brick wall and turned. A petite blonde girl stepped into the one light that streamed into the alley. Faith smirked, taking this girl in as an easy kill.
"So you're the Slayer, huh? Performance wise, you don't put up much of a fight. Figured you'd be better. Skills and all that."
"Well, gee, thanks. You know, next time I want the opinion of a stalker vampire I'll...on second thought, I'll *never* want the opinion of a vampire." Faith sneered, her hands hips self-righteously on her hips.
"Feisty. They told me you were a spitfire."
"Really? Do *they* want a prize?"
"If you think your biting wit will win you this fight, you're wrong. You cannot stop his rising. Not you, but someone else can. Ame damnee will cease the rising of evil. Find him."
"I don't suppose there's a 1-800 number I can call..or maybe you know...Club Ame Damnee, right?" The woman chuckled, turning around. Calling over her shoulder, she replied cryptically.
"Instinct will lead you there."
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"So she's all 'instinct will lead you there' and stalks off into the night. Like Batwoman or something."
"Well she didn't try to maim you or eat you, so I'd say she wasn't all that bad. The vampire thing kinda throws me off, though."
"Maybe it was a good vampire. You know, defanged." Willow supplied, poised on the end of the table in the library. Xander sat in the chair, and Faith was laying down on the table, her head hanging over the edge. Jenny stood, Giles just a few steps behind her. He wiped off his glasses onto his handkerchief, placing them back onto the bridge of his nose. He seemed to be deep in thought, wondering who this benefactor might be. The bell rang shrilly above them, signaling Faith to flip off the table gracefully.
"Where are you going?" Jenny asked, stepping into Faith's path.
"...Home?"
"No, I need you here to research."
"C'mon. I need to go home. My mom's majorly worried that I'm falling back in 'bad habits.'" Faith used air quotes, rolling her eyes. Jenny nodded, allowing Faith to pass through. Faith left the building in a hurry, going home as fast as she could.
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Evil always triumphs. Malevolence and wickedness reign over the terrain of the world, draping itself on to the ignorant masses.
One thing that always got him was that mortals always have this profane urge to associate evil with obscurity and abhorrence. They struggle and bind it down to something that processes as horrific, in order to grasp the concept of righteous and immoral altogether. They have no idea what evil truly is. How evil can be blatantly glorious and implore one to feel such supremacy, even over certain emotions such as happiness and contentment. However, when it does happen, when his time finally comes. There is going to be fireworks all right. Of course, they'll all be either brain-dead or busy being tortured to even realize it, but it's still a sight to behold.
A sinister grin touched his tiers upwards as he made his way to the bulky desk in the focal point of the room, which had a rather prolific amount of arcane text spread out upon it. It contained a certain prophecy that might be his down fall. One word had printed itself onto his memory over the time since he had read the text. Ame damnee. The first time he had read it aloud one image lay present in his mind. A certain demon hunter who would never stop until he himself was dead or Saibot was. He was rooting for the former.
He made his way out of the room as his chilled hands came to rest deep inside his pockets. He let a hand slip out of his pocket and ran it over the slick metal railing as his dark orbs peered around the scope of bodies down in the pit below. Humans. They were so ignorant; it was almost too easy to take over their minuscule psyches.
He let his gaze linger on them for a moment longer before it shifted to a peroxide blonde at the end of the hall. His usual grin played across his tiers as he made his way over.
"So fangs, what are you doing? Not just aimlessly wondering around, I hope."
Spike looked startled as he snapped his head to look at Saibot's form. The vampire spoke in a hurried manner, boarding on babbling.
"What? Oh no, I am just waiting on my poof of a sire. He should be out in a minute."
He just nodded a bit at Spikes answer as he turned towards the doorway. As if on cue, the form of Angelus made it's way out of the room with a tattered look set upon his features. Saibot spoke in an amused tone.
"Ah, Angelus my dear, are you ready to do that little task I set up for you?"
Angelus growled out a response in an annoyed manner. "We're going, were going. Come on, William." Angelus turned away from the demon as he spoke, slowly making his way down the hall, Spike yelling from his tail.
"Bloody hell already. I told you the name is Spike, would you just get use to it."
A faint laugh expelled from his dry tiers as he began back to his office, muttering under his breath. "See you soon Gabriel."
"And," Thwack. "she made me" Thwack. "tutor her. I mean, Cordelia! Cordelia I'm-Going-To-Be-Voted-Most-Popular-Even-If-It-Means- Being-A-Bitch Chase!" Faith stopped hitting the gloves as she threw her hands up in exasperation. Jenny grimaced, trying to give a sympathetic smile. She took off the gloves, revealing her red hands. Faith's eyes widened, raising a brow. "Sorry. It's just, ugh! I've been here for a week and already I'm screwed. What time is it?"
"6:45. Faith, she can't be all that bad. You said she was responsive, right? Besides, you're a Slayer." Jenny placed ice packs on her hands, sitting down in the oversized wooden chairs that surrounded the table in the center of the library. Faith sat across from her, taking a swig from her Gatorade.
"Demons and beasts from hell I can handle. Perky cheerleaders on the other hand..." Faith trailed off, getting a short laugh from her Watcher. Glaring, she sat back in her teenage dismay. She perked up when Xander and Willow walked into the room. Willow looked visibly frightened, and Xander kept trying to calm her down.
"You'll have to excuse the Willster here. Still a bit shaken from the factoids," Xander explained, sitting Willow in a chair. She shook her head, looking at Faith.
"Hi." The word was spoken, and Faith grinned at her. Faith admired her bravery. The first time she heard about vamps, she wasn't so accepting. Faith nodded a hello, spinning around to face the other people.
"Thanks for coming, guys. Not every day you have apocalypses. Well, at least I hope not." Jenny joked a bit to lighten the mood, but all it did was muster a weak half-smile from the redhead. Getting into Watcher- mode, Jenny opened up the laptop carefully with her injured hands. She pushed it over towards Willow. Getting up, she stared pacing around the carpeted floor. Faith watched her with interest, getting dizzy as the woman paced. They couldn't be that far apart in age. Faith was 16. Jenny had to be...24, 25. 26 tops. Faith had immediately found the woman attractive, but, Jenny had taken more of a big sister role with Faith. Only time would tell. Okay, back on track Summers.
"I guess I should fill you in," Jenny said gingerly, trying to choose her words as carefully as possible. "Through a vampire, Faith gathered only a little bit of information on the threat. His name is Saibot. He must have followers because Faith said this guy was very consecrated to him."
"No, I said he was *dedicated* to him." Faith looked at Jenny incredulously, and Jenny just smirked.
"They have the same meaning."
"Oh." Faith shrunk a bit, drinking again from the bottle of liquid.
"Anyway, he also had this.." Jenny opened a notebook that had a drawing of the tattoo on it. "on his palm. It was tattooed, not branded. ..And that's about it."
"Chock full of nothing and a side of mashed potatoes." Faith reiterated, grinning at Jenny with a childlike innocence. Jenny just nodded, looking towards Willow. "So, do you think you can help us?"
"Absolutely. Help is my middle name. Well, it's not. But that information will never be disclosed, not even at death," Xander said, looking around in paranoia. Jenny and Faith both bore the same quirked eyebrow, and they both looked to Willow.
"I meant you." Willow looked up, nodding with fervor. "Cool. I need you to get into the coroner's files. See local deaths. Neck ruptures. See if they're concentrated to one area, you know?" Willow nodded again, not really being able to speak. Her fingers typed quickly at the keyboard, her emerald hues staring intently at the screen.
"If anyone can find info about SourBot, it's Will." He grinned proudly, as if she were his well-oiled machine. Jenny just shook her head, going into the back room for a moment.
"I got it!" Willow exclaimed, causing everyone to jump. Something fell in the back room, and Jenny emerged through the door. Pulling long leaves from her hair, she waved her hand dissuasively.
"Well, glad I killed the flower plant. It was evil, anyway."
"I-it doesn't say much. Mostly that he is ancient, slaughtered many, in search for the Slayer. He..needs her blood. Then it refers to some old text." Willow tilted the laptop towards Jenny.
"Let me see." Jenny went around behind Willow, glancing at the cross-reference. "Aha! We have that. I have been trying to get more info, but it's been scarce." Jenny called over her shoulder, returning with an old volume. Suddenly she grimaced, sniffing the cover of the book. Glancing at Faith, who was drinking from the sports bottle, she spoke in a scolding tone. "Faith...."
"What?"
"You didn't happen to, oh I don't know, get pizza grease all over this expensive, rare volume, did you?" Faith looked at the book, wincing a bit. Whoops.
"How was I supposed to know? They all look the same, dude! Even the new books have that old, superior thing!" Faith exclaimed, raising her hands innocently. Jenny shook her head, skimming through the volume. She found the page, slamming the book down upon the table. "So much for rare- expensive-book now, huh? You totally just broke the spine." Jenny shook her head, her finger tracing down the text.
"Aha!"
"So you've said," Xander interjected, getting glares from all three women. "I am definitely in the testosterone minority here." Cowering, he tried to look interested in the text.
"Saibot. He has waited for perform a ritual. It seems he needs Slayer blood to start it, which is why he has had to wait so long. He's got followers...blah blah...can't be stopped. Oh..oh wait."
"So he's a superstar with some fanatics. Anything else? You know, hand grenades, spiky skin, supersonic hearing?"
"Not that I can see. But a lot of it is cross-referenced to other texts. This will take a while." Jenny closed the book, getting another whiff of the pizza grease. She shook her head and stretched out her hands, which were still a bit sore from the pounding they received courtesy of Faith.
"N-no it won't." Willow spoke up quietly, turning the laptop towards Jenny and Faith. The two brunettes leaned in, reading the words on the screen. Jenny's face bore an interested expression, while Faith stared at it as if it were a complicated calculus equation.
"That's amazing! It's a prophecy! And this is just...there? Someone just built this page?" Jenny asked Willow, her hazel hues staring in wonderment.
"Yep. You can get lots of things off the 'net. Like...um..."
"Ancient rare prophecies never seen anywhere except in dingy books? And porn." Faith supplied with a grin, getting swatted on the arm by Jenny. Rolling her eyes she turned her attention to her bottle of Gatorade.
"It's called 'Ultima Ratio Regim'. Which I think translates roughly to 'prophecy of the lost'. Um...then it goes...ah here it is. And it will descend upon the heads of humanity. By the hands of a demon. The obliteration will be fashioned forth. And the last days will shine through. He will drown the world with the blood of man. Causing a merge with hell its self. Only one can prevent this apocalypse. An 'ame damnee'. He, single handily, will be able to prevent this plague. With a power superior to evil."
"That's gotta be me, right? I'm the Amy Damn Knee, right?" Faith inquired, her head cocked to the side a bit. "They got the 'he' part wrong. Stereotypical."
"It can't be you. Ame damnee means 'lost soul.' You're not a lost soul. You're put in these prophecies and it either uses your name or 'The Slayer' or 'The One' Or 'The Chosen One'..." Jenny said, her voice distant as she was lost in deep thought. Shaking herself out of it, she turned to the shy girl. "Can you get more information on this ame damnee? I think he'll be our best bet. If he's stopping this huge evil, he has to know about it."
"I never know about it." Faith grumbled, a hint of jealousy in her tone.
"You do now."
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This town is ironic. Most cities, towns...there is a sense of paranoia felt when night falls upon the streets. A nervousness that only the ones with heightened senses can feel. A buzz in the air as people bustle about, trying to get indoors or in the light. But not in Sunnydale.
In Sunnydale, the people are blissfully unaware of the creatures that lurk around them. Most cities don't even have the incredible night creatures that Sunnydale has. All they have are criminals and lunatics. Each seemingly harmless compared to the undead residents of this town. But the people continue to be unafraid. Unafraid of the danger that will inevitably strike them, or someone they know. Evil seeps from every pore, around every corner, with every passing minute. It grows, swells, cultivates, and dies down with the sun makes its appearance on the other side of the sky. When the people come out of their houses, still oblivious to the danger that was outside their front door.
The blonde woman walked the streets, her eyes glued ahead. She was acutely aware of her surroundings, her nose picking up the different scents that lingered on the streets. Popcorn, blood, excitement. Teenagers walked together, chatting loudly about meaningless things that only are important to mortals. They were no longer important to her. They used to be. There was a time when she, too, was occupied with such trivial things as dating, clothes, and social status. But now she was no longer a part of these things. She was separated from society. She was an outcast in a world she'd like to belong to again.
Call it instinct, but the blonde was led to the graveyard. Ah yes, the ultimate breeding ground for the undead activity. You'd think with 12 graveyards and counting, they would step up the night police in the town. But they buried the dead, and with them, their worries about their safety in the dark. In the distance, she heard grunting and the sound of fists colliding with faces. Racing off into the darkness, she followed the sound. The sight she came upon was rather remarkable, and slightly amusing.
A feisty and obviously powerful brunette mercilessly pounding upon a few vampires. They all tried feeble attacks, but she was quickly rid of them. In the background, two frightened teenagers stood stiffly, and an older, beautiful woman stood next to them. The woman seemed proud of the girl when she made a bow after dusting the vampires. It was the Slayer. But, oddly enough, it was not the Slayer who caught the woman's eye. It was the goofy boy making sarcastic comments about the Slayer's performance. She felt a tinge of something she had not felt in many years. Attraction. Attraction was too dangerous, and she needed to get her ass in gear, but she was captivated by the sight of all of them. A ragtag team they were, if a team at all. Lurking in the shadows, she caught the eye of the Slayer, and quickly disappeared into the night.
"Hey, you guys go ahead home. I'm gonna make a sweep before heading in, okay?" Saying her good-byes, Faith followed the scent that she had felt while she was Slaying. Vampire. She had smelled the vampire even after dusting the other three. After 10 minutes of searching, she felt herself being followed. Going into an alleyway she knew was a dead-end, she got to the brick wall and turned. A petite blonde girl stepped into the one light that streamed into the alley. Faith smirked, taking this girl in as an easy kill.
"So you're the Slayer, huh? Performance wise, you don't put up much of a fight. Figured you'd be better. Skills and all that."
"Well, gee, thanks. You know, next time I want the opinion of a stalker vampire I'll...on second thought, I'll *never* want the opinion of a vampire." Faith sneered, her hands hips self-righteously on her hips.
"Feisty. They told me you were a spitfire."
"Really? Do *they* want a prize?"
"If you think your biting wit will win you this fight, you're wrong. You cannot stop his rising. Not you, but someone else can. Ame damnee will cease the rising of evil. Find him."
"I don't suppose there's a 1-800 number I can call..or maybe you know...Club Ame Damnee, right?" The woman chuckled, turning around. Calling over her shoulder, she replied cryptically.
"Instinct will lead you there."
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"So she's all 'instinct will lead you there' and stalks off into the night. Like Batwoman or something."
"Well she didn't try to maim you or eat you, so I'd say she wasn't all that bad. The vampire thing kinda throws me off, though."
"Maybe it was a good vampire. You know, defanged." Willow supplied, poised on the end of the table in the library. Xander sat in the chair, and Faith was laying down on the table, her head hanging over the edge. Jenny stood, Giles just a few steps behind her. He wiped off his glasses onto his handkerchief, placing them back onto the bridge of his nose. He seemed to be deep in thought, wondering who this benefactor might be. The bell rang shrilly above them, signaling Faith to flip off the table gracefully.
"Where are you going?" Jenny asked, stepping into Faith's path.
"...Home?"
"No, I need you here to research."
"C'mon. I need to go home. My mom's majorly worried that I'm falling back in 'bad habits.'" Faith used air quotes, rolling her eyes. Jenny nodded, allowing Faith to pass through. Faith left the building in a hurry, going home as fast as she could.
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Evil always triumphs. Malevolence and wickedness reign over the terrain of the world, draping itself on to the ignorant masses.
One thing that always got him was that mortals always have this profane urge to associate evil with obscurity and abhorrence. They struggle and bind it down to something that processes as horrific, in order to grasp the concept of righteous and immoral altogether. They have no idea what evil truly is. How evil can be blatantly glorious and implore one to feel such supremacy, even over certain emotions such as happiness and contentment. However, when it does happen, when his time finally comes. There is going to be fireworks all right. Of course, they'll all be either brain-dead or busy being tortured to even realize it, but it's still a sight to behold.
A sinister grin touched his tiers upwards as he made his way to the bulky desk in the focal point of the room, which had a rather prolific amount of arcane text spread out upon it. It contained a certain prophecy that might be his down fall. One word had printed itself onto his memory over the time since he had read the text. Ame damnee. The first time he had read it aloud one image lay present in his mind. A certain demon hunter who would never stop until he himself was dead or Saibot was. He was rooting for the former.
He made his way out of the room as his chilled hands came to rest deep inside his pockets. He let a hand slip out of his pocket and ran it over the slick metal railing as his dark orbs peered around the scope of bodies down in the pit below. Humans. They were so ignorant; it was almost too easy to take over their minuscule psyches.
He let his gaze linger on them for a moment longer before it shifted to a peroxide blonde at the end of the hall. His usual grin played across his tiers as he made his way over.
"So fangs, what are you doing? Not just aimlessly wondering around, I hope."
Spike looked startled as he snapped his head to look at Saibot's form. The vampire spoke in a hurried manner, boarding on babbling.
"What? Oh no, I am just waiting on my poof of a sire. He should be out in a minute."
He just nodded a bit at Spikes answer as he turned towards the doorway. As if on cue, the form of Angelus made it's way out of the room with a tattered look set upon his features. Saibot spoke in an amused tone.
"Ah, Angelus my dear, are you ready to do that little task I set up for you?"
Angelus growled out a response in an annoyed manner. "We're going, were going. Come on, William." Angelus turned away from the demon as he spoke, slowly making his way down the hall, Spike yelling from his tail.
"Bloody hell already. I told you the name is Spike, would you just get use to it."
A faint laugh expelled from his dry tiers as he began back to his office, muttering under his breath. "See you soon Gabriel."