Chapter 18
Like a good upperclass Englishman, Giles remained stoic and apparently calm albeit present
circumstances. The vampire before him was one of the most vicious ever but even so he would
not give him the satisfaction of cringing before him.
Angelus could not help but feel a tinge of admiration for the Watcher before him. But only a
tinge.
"You see Watcher, things are going to be hard for your Slayer and your kind. Its been far too
long that we have cowered under the rule of those that are our natural prey. Soon enough we
will reclaim the rightful place owed to us by our superiority and then you shall see..." the
vampire began sardonically.
Giles swallowed his fear and straightened his shoulders. When he spoke his voice was even and
calm.
"There is nothing rightful and natural about demons. The Slayer is nature's way of bringing
balance to beings that shouldn't be"
Angelus grinned at the Watcher's fighting words. This man was truly something else.
"The irony being that this Slayer balanced everything in our favor."
"What...do you mean?"
"Just that she was a good friend but an even better lay, Watcher"
"You're lying" the man stated adamantly
"We took a tumble in the sheets and my wayward soul fell out. Seems that the good old curse
had a exit clause after all though none of us were aware of it" Angelus said breezily.
The vampire saw realization dawn in the Watcher's eyes.
"You knew about it. And you didn't tell your charge. Marvelous"
"I didn't, not until today" Giles admitted quietly
"Well whatever. Either way it's the end of the line for you..."
*****
Sunnydale Train Station
"End of the line...Sunnydale"
As was his custom, Carl Schaeffer made his way to the first car to greet the arriving passengers
and thank them for choosing the rail. Donning a friendly smile her opened the sliding doors and
stepped into the car.
The metallic smell of blood assaulted his senses.
"What the...?"
The sight before him would haunt him for the rest of his life... if he'd lived.
Passengers. Men, women and children lay strewn about in their seats with deep gashes in their
throats. All were dead or nearly there. His scream got caught in his windpipe as a well
manicured-hand quickly crushed his throat until he crumpled lifeless to the floor.
With a toss of her blond hair and a smile on her face the vampiress known as Darla skipped out
of the train car and into the warm Sunnydale evening.
Oh yeah...it had truly begun.
***
"You will never win... She won't allow you to" the Watcher rasped
"Brave words from a dying man but I beg to disagree. Little Buffy Summers has no idea what
she is up against. It seems like that the prophecy was correct after all but I had no idea that I
would play such a role. 'Slayer of Slayers' it has a nice ring to it don't you think?" the vampire
asked facetiously.
The Watcher did not waver from his loyalty.
"She will never fall... She will take you down and make you crawl back into that hole that you
came from"
"Never knew that you were such as blind, optimistic fool. It's a pity that you won't live to see
the error of your beliefs"
"But you will see yours" stoic and true.
Those were his last words as life slowly drained from his body.
When it was done, Angelus positioned the body on the tweed sofa and with a with a careless
flick of the wrist cast the silver lighter on top of it.
Whistling an old Irish jig he stepped out of the house and into the balmy night.
TBC
Author's note: Oh my God... I killed Giles. :( Comments and flames are welcomed as long as
you realize that it was necessary for this story. Coming next: my version of "The Body"
Like a good upperclass Englishman, Giles remained stoic and apparently calm albeit present
circumstances. The vampire before him was one of the most vicious ever but even so he would
not give him the satisfaction of cringing before him.
Angelus could not help but feel a tinge of admiration for the Watcher before him. But only a
tinge.
"You see Watcher, things are going to be hard for your Slayer and your kind. Its been far too
long that we have cowered under the rule of those that are our natural prey. Soon enough we
will reclaim the rightful place owed to us by our superiority and then you shall see..." the
vampire began sardonically.
Giles swallowed his fear and straightened his shoulders. When he spoke his voice was even and
calm.
"There is nothing rightful and natural about demons. The Slayer is nature's way of bringing
balance to beings that shouldn't be"
Angelus grinned at the Watcher's fighting words. This man was truly something else.
"The irony being that this Slayer balanced everything in our favor."
"What...do you mean?"
"Just that she was a good friend but an even better lay, Watcher"
"You're lying" the man stated adamantly
"We took a tumble in the sheets and my wayward soul fell out. Seems that the good old curse
had a exit clause after all though none of us were aware of it" Angelus said breezily.
The vampire saw realization dawn in the Watcher's eyes.
"You knew about it. And you didn't tell your charge. Marvelous"
"I didn't, not until today" Giles admitted quietly
"Well whatever. Either way it's the end of the line for you..."
*****
Sunnydale Train Station
"End of the line...Sunnydale"
As was his custom, Carl Schaeffer made his way to the first car to greet the arriving passengers
and thank them for choosing the rail. Donning a friendly smile her opened the sliding doors and
stepped into the car.
The metallic smell of blood assaulted his senses.
"What the...?"
The sight before him would haunt him for the rest of his life... if he'd lived.
Passengers. Men, women and children lay strewn about in their seats with deep gashes in their
throats. All were dead or nearly there. His scream got caught in his windpipe as a well
manicured-hand quickly crushed his throat until he crumpled lifeless to the floor.
With a toss of her blond hair and a smile on her face the vampiress known as Darla skipped out
of the train car and into the warm Sunnydale evening.
Oh yeah...it had truly begun.
***
"You will never win... She won't allow you to" the Watcher rasped
"Brave words from a dying man but I beg to disagree. Little Buffy Summers has no idea what
she is up against. It seems like that the prophecy was correct after all but I had no idea that I
would play such a role. 'Slayer of Slayers' it has a nice ring to it don't you think?" the vampire
asked facetiously.
The Watcher did not waver from his loyalty.
"She will never fall... She will take you down and make you crawl back into that hole that you
came from"
"Never knew that you were such as blind, optimistic fool. It's a pity that you won't live to see
the error of your beliefs"
"But you will see yours" stoic and true.
Those were his last words as life slowly drained from his body.
When it was done, Angelus positioned the body on the tweed sofa and with a with a careless
flick of the wrist cast the silver lighter on top of it.
Whistling an old Irish jig he stepped out of the house and into the balmy night.
TBC
Author's note: Oh my God... I killed Giles. :( Comments and flames are welcomed as long as
you realize that it was necessary for this story. Coming next: my version of "The Body"