Dancing on the Edge: 2
A/N: Hi all. I want to give a heart felt thanks to all who have reviewed this story. Sorry it took so long to update. Been busy on my other story. So I'm glad you've enjoyed this so far so here's ch.2. Enjoy. Skyz.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs
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Chapter Two:
He could feel her distrustful gaze the whole time it took to get to his private air strip a good distance out of L.A.
He ignored it though and concentrated on not asking his own questions. It was enough that she was with him at all. It was a good thing she'd agreed to come or he would have been forced to take drastic measures.
"I suggest you speak up if you think I'm getting into that plane with you," Buffy finally snapped as she glared at him.
Spike glanced at her from the corner of his eye and grimaced slightly. There was so much he had to explain, so many questions that she only had the answers to.
But not now.
Now he had to get them out of here.
"Soon," was all he said as he got out and walked determinedly towards his waiting jet.
Buffy lingered in the car, staring after him and wondering once again why she had come. Just because he was Angel's brother didn't immediately make him trust worthy. However, her instincts were leading her to trust this man and as hard, as that was for her she got out and hurried after him.
Her eyes took in the nearly empty lot the plane sat on, no one was around and for that, she was glad, and she was in no mood to put up with anyone much less more strangers! Shaking her head, she finally reached the stairs of the plane and jogged up them.
"William," she called out as she entered the plane walking from the galley into the back.
She saw no one as she went and was at once irritated and relieved. She knew without a doubt that the things she was going to find out would not be good.
"Wi-"
She broke off abruptly as she came upon Spike.
Her heart leapt into her throat and she let out a half scream as she realized what was going on. Her eyes swept frantically for any weapon as the man who stood over an unconscious William turned his gun on her.
Buffy steeled herself, thinking this would be the second time in little over two days she had been shot at.
She wouldn't cower for him though and met his steely blue eyes with furious green ones. Tilting her head, she glared at him.
"What have you done to him? William can you hear me?" she called as she strained to see any movement from Spike.
A small smile touched the gunman's face and he lowered the gun as he took one last glance at Spike before he approached Buffy.
Reacting on pure instinct, she turned to flee only to be caught from behind and lifted into the air.
"Let go of me! Take your hands of me," she yelled and struggled, kicking and clawing as best she could.
"Be quiet Mrs. Liam," he warned his voice unusually gentle and held hints of a proper British upbringing.
Buffy stilled immediately and held her breath as the man led her back to a seat and hand cuffed her to the seat.
He settled himself down next to her and his smile widened.
"Now that's out of the way you and I can have a nice long chat. Catch up," he drawled as he leaned back, his body relaxing.
Buffy stared at him in wonder and slight fear.
At least he had put the gun aside and didn't seem intent on doing her any harm. She thanked God for small favors.
"Do I know you?" she asked coolly.
The man studied her and then slowly shook his head.
"No but I know you."
Buffy studied his face and felt the first stirrings of terror. Sliding down her spine and settling in the pit of her stomach. How could this man possible know her? Maybe Ang-
"Did you know Angel? Is that how you think you know me? Listen here, I don't know what is going on and frankly, I don't give a damn. I want to find my daughter and you've just done what ever you did to the only person who had a clue as to what is going on! He knows who has her! Now tell me what the hell it is you think you know about me?!"
The man's eyes glinted with amusement as he watched her struggle with the cuffs.
"I like your style. No wonder he was so smitten..."
"Who? Who was smitten? Angel?"
"No..well, no. William. He likes you, or he wouldn't have bothered trying to get you out of town. It's a shame; he could have turned out so much better."
Buffy was completely thrown.
Her head was spinning and a dull ache began to form behind her eyes. She was so confused; she wondered how she had gotten into this mess. Who the hell were these people and how was Angel involved with them?!
"This is all-he likes me? He hasn't said more than one word to me since he came to get me from my house! How could you get that in-never mind! Listen whoever you are; I want you to explain to me how my daughter fits into all of this! Are you the on-"
"My name is Rupert Giles, but you can call me Ripper," he said with a wide grin.
Ripper's name sent a shudder through her and she blanched.
"Is that like your alias? Why are you telling me this? I mean if --- I'm not getting out of here alive am I?! Oh, okay, okay...breathe..who are you? Some hired assassin?"
"You have no idea what is going on. It's quite funny really, it was all under your nose and you never paid it any heed. Well...no matter. I'm the Ripper; I work for the people who have your daughter. No! I will do the talking. I never thought this day would come, really I didn't. When Angel went in search, as every eldest male, we hoped of course but no one believed.."
She watched Ripper seem to go into a nostalgic daze and frantically looked around, she wished William was up and hoped he wasn't dead.
She needed his help!
"Well..that's weird. Eldest male in the family..searching for what? Angel never mentioned having a brother much less any type of quest! Maybe you have the wrong man," she said hopefully.
"No my dear I don't. You see...I'm a member of the Council of Watchers. What is that you may ask, well it's an organization that helps the world help its self."
Buffy rolled her eyes and let out a loud sigh.
An organization that helped the world help its self? What kind of crap was that? She wondered. Organization? Mafia? Cult?
"OOOOOkay. Got that. You help the world. Is this by stealing people's children? Cuz really I can't see the help in that! I wouldn't put that on your business cards, it would really put a damper on your sales pitch. Really what else do you guys do besides commit illegal acts that you assume won't get you arrested?!"
"Oh we don't do anything illegal. Only what must be done. See our goal is to eradicate all evil in the world. Such vile creatures like vampires, dem-"
Buffy's loud hysterical laughter was the only sound heard as she rocked back in her seat, beyond reasoning and understanding.
"Vampires?! There's no such thing as vampires! Oh, this is too funny- in a pathetic cult following way. Next you'll be telling me my daughter's a virgin sacrifice to bring about the Messiah!!!"
Her laughter trailed off as she caught the look on Ripper's face.
"Oh my God! No...no you can't kill her! Please, no take me instead. Wait, not a virgin, but..find another virgin! Not my daughter! I love her I need her w-"
"Please. If all we wanted was a virgin, any one would have done. Your daughter's special. She's....the Slayer incarnate," he murmured.
"What? Slayer? What does that mean? Listen please...I'll do anything- "
"Anything?" Ripper asked.
Buffy's eyes widened at his tone.
Everything inside of her froze and she resisted the urge to rebel.
"Yes," she whispered.
Ripper clapped his hands together and grinned.
"Right then. Well to start off, you'll have to marry young William."
"Marriage?! I just lost my husband! I can't-"
"You can and will if you want to see your daughter again Mrs. Liam. William has turned his back on us. Left the fold for ten years ago and as the new head of the Winthrop family it his duty to take a wife."
Oh, my God it is a cult, Buffy thought numbly. A world helping, virgin killing, vampire-believing cult who wanted to push their black sheep onto her! No, she could-
"Now it has come to our attention that Angel was in the process of leaving the Council. We couldn't have that now could we? Wanted to raise his little girl away from all the evilness that is her birthright! We took care of him. Now we are in the process of getting what we have always wanted. What we have searched centuries for..the Slayer who shall serve us and only us. Our weapon against the evilness of the world. We shall make all who have dared to-"
Buffy couldn't help but break into his droning diatribe.
"You killed my husband?! Because he wanted out of this creepy cult of yours?!"
Ripper blinked and glanced at her.
"No, we killed Angel so William would come out of hiding and accept his birthright. He is the rightful father of the Slayer and all the others that shall come. If he had not left, Angel would never have searched you out and never have made the Slayer with you. You belong to William."
Her mouth opened and closed. No words escaped as she tried to understand this. Apparently, her daughter was the Slayer. What that was she had no clue. However, William was supposed to have been the father of Terri instead of Angel.
"Listen you stupid, sick sadistic bastard I don't belong to any one! No one and you aren't going to make me either!"
"Then we'll just have to kill your daughter then," Ripper, said simply.
"That makes no sense! You just finished saying she was the Slayer, why would you kill her if she's yours to control?!!!"
Peering at her Ripper leaned forward and pursed his lips.
"We will do what we have to. Agree to marry William and you get your daughter back."
Buffy stared suspiciously at Ripper and couldn't believe she was even contemplating this.
"What's the catch?" she demanded.
It couldn't be this easy!
"Marry William, get your daughter back. And conceive the next Slayer. No and you all die, yes and you have everything to gain. Yes or no?"
A/N: Hi all. I want to give a heart felt thanks to all who have reviewed this story. Sorry it took so long to update. Been busy on my other story. So I'm glad you've enjoyed this so far so here's ch.2. Enjoy. Skyz.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs
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Chapter Two:
He could feel her distrustful gaze the whole time it took to get to his private air strip a good distance out of L.A.
He ignored it though and concentrated on not asking his own questions. It was enough that she was with him at all. It was a good thing she'd agreed to come or he would have been forced to take drastic measures.
"I suggest you speak up if you think I'm getting into that plane with you," Buffy finally snapped as she glared at him.
Spike glanced at her from the corner of his eye and grimaced slightly. There was so much he had to explain, so many questions that she only had the answers to.
But not now.
Now he had to get them out of here.
"Soon," was all he said as he got out and walked determinedly towards his waiting jet.
Buffy lingered in the car, staring after him and wondering once again why she had come. Just because he was Angel's brother didn't immediately make him trust worthy. However, her instincts were leading her to trust this man and as hard, as that was for her she got out and hurried after him.
Her eyes took in the nearly empty lot the plane sat on, no one was around and for that, she was glad, and she was in no mood to put up with anyone much less more strangers! Shaking her head, she finally reached the stairs of the plane and jogged up them.
"William," she called out as she entered the plane walking from the galley into the back.
She saw no one as she went and was at once irritated and relieved. She knew without a doubt that the things she was going to find out would not be good.
"Wi-"
She broke off abruptly as she came upon Spike.
Her heart leapt into her throat and she let out a half scream as she realized what was going on. Her eyes swept frantically for any weapon as the man who stood over an unconscious William turned his gun on her.
Buffy steeled herself, thinking this would be the second time in little over two days she had been shot at.
She wouldn't cower for him though and met his steely blue eyes with furious green ones. Tilting her head, she glared at him.
"What have you done to him? William can you hear me?" she called as she strained to see any movement from Spike.
A small smile touched the gunman's face and he lowered the gun as he took one last glance at Spike before he approached Buffy.
Reacting on pure instinct, she turned to flee only to be caught from behind and lifted into the air.
"Let go of me! Take your hands of me," she yelled and struggled, kicking and clawing as best she could.
"Be quiet Mrs. Liam," he warned his voice unusually gentle and held hints of a proper British upbringing.
Buffy stilled immediately and held her breath as the man led her back to a seat and hand cuffed her to the seat.
He settled himself down next to her and his smile widened.
"Now that's out of the way you and I can have a nice long chat. Catch up," he drawled as he leaned back, his body relaxing.
Buffy stared at him in wonder and slight fear.
At least he had put the gun aside and didn't seem intent on doing her any harm. She thanked God for small favors.
"Do I know you?" she asked coolly.
The man studied her and then slowly shook his head.
"No but I know you."
Buffy studied his face and felt the first stirrings of terror. Sliding down her spine and settling in the pit of her stomach. How could this man possible know her? Maybe Ang-
"Did you know Angel? Is that how you think you know me? Listen here, I don't know what is going on and frankly, I don't give a damn. I want to find my daughter and you've just done what ever you did to the only person who had a clue as to what is going on! He knows who has her! Now tell me what the hell it is you think you know about me?!"
The man's eyes glinted with amusement as he watched her struggle with the cuffs.
"I like your style. No wonder he was so smitten..."
"Who? Who was smitten? Angel?"
"No..well, no. William. He likes you, or he wouldn't have bothered trying to get you out of town. It's a shame; he could have turned out so much better."
Buffy was completely thrown.
Her head was spinning and a dull ache began to form behind her eyes. She was so confused; she wondered how she had gotten into this mess. Who the hell were these people and how was Angel involved with them?!
"This is all-he likes me? He hasn't said more than one word to me since he came to get me from my house! How could you get that in-never mind! Listen whoever you are; I want you to explain to me how my daughter fits into all of this! Are you the on-"
"My name is Rupert Giles, but you can call me Ripper," he said with a wide grin.
Ripper's name sent a shudder through her and she blanched.
"Is that like your alias? Why are you telling me this? I mean if --- I'm not getting out of here alive am I?! Oh, okay, okay...breathe..who are you? Some hired assassin?"
"You have no idea what is going on. It's quite funny really, it was all under your nose and you never paid it any heed. Well...no matter. I'm the Ripper; I work for the people who have your daughter. No! I will do the talking. I never thought this day would come, really I didn't. When Angel went in search, as every eldest male, we hoped of course but no one believed.."
She watched Ripper seem to go into a nostalgic daze and frantically looked around, she wished William was up and hoped he wasn't dead.
She needed his help!
"Well..that's weird. Eldest male in the family..searching for what? Angel never mentioned having a brother much less any type of quest! Maybe you have the wrong man," she said hopefully.
"No my dear I don't. You see...I'm a member of the Council of Watchers. What is that you may ask, well it's an organization that helps the world help its self."
Buffy rolled her eyes and let out a loud sigh.
An organization that helped the world help its self? What kind of crap was that? She wondered. Organization? Mafia? Cult?
"OOOOOkay. Got that. You help the world. Is this by stealing people's children? Cuz really I can't see the help in that! I wouldn't put that on your business cards, it would really put a damper on your sales pitch. Really what else do you guys do besides commit illegal acts that you assume won't get you arrested?!"
"Oh we don't do anything illegal. Only what must be done. See our goal is to eradicate all evil in the world. Such vile creatures like vampires, dem-"
Buffy's loud hysterical laughter was the only sound heard as she rocked back in her seat, beyond reasoning and understanding.
"Vampires?! There's no such thing as vampires! Oh, this is too funny- in a pathetic cult following way. Next you'll be telling me my daughter's a virgin sacrifice to bring about the Messiah!!!"
Her laughter trailed off as she caught the look on Ripper's face.
"Oh my God! No...no you can't kill her! Please, no take me instead. Wait, not a virgin, but..find another virgin! Not my daughter! I love her I need her w-"
"Please. If all we wanted was a virgin, any one would have done. Your daughter's special. She's....the Slayer incarnate," he murmured.
"What? Slayer? What does that mean? Listen please...I'll do anything- "
"Anything?" Ripper asked.
Buffy's eyes widened at his tone.
Everything inside of her froze and she resisted the urge to rebel.
"Yes," she whispered.
Ripper clapped his hands together and grinned.
"Right then. Well to start off, you'll have to marry young William."
"Marriage?! I just lost my husband! I can't-"
"You can and will if you want to see your daughter again Mrs. Liam. William has turned his back on us. Left the fold for ten years ago and as the new head of the Winthrop family it his duty to take a wife."
Oh, my God it is a cult, Buffy thought numbly. A world helping, virgin killing, vampire-believing cult who wanted to push their black sheep onto her! No, she could-
"Now it has come to our attention that Angel was in the process of leaving the Council. We couldn't have that now could we? Wanted to raise his little girl away from all the evilness that is her birthright! We took care of him. Now we are in the process of getting what we have always wanted. What we have searched centuries for..the Slayer who shall serve us and only us. Our weapon against the evilness of the world. We shall make all who have dared to-"
Buffy couldn't help but break into his droning diatribe.
"You killed my husband?! Because he wanted out of this creepy cult of yours?!"
Ripper blinked and glanced at her.
"No, we killed Angel so William would come out of hiding and accept his birthright. He is the rightful father of the Slayer and all the others that shall come. If he had not left, Angel would never have searched you out and never have made the Slayer with you. You belong to William."
Her mouth opened and closed. No words escaped as she tried to understand this. Apparently, her daughter was the Slayer. What that was she had no clue. However, William was supposed to have been the father of Terri instead of Angel.
"Listen you stupid, sick sadistic bastard I don't belong to any one! No one and you aren't going to make me either!"
"Then we'll just have to kill your daughter then," Ripper, said simply.
"That makes no sense! You just finished saying she was the Slayer, why would you kill her if she's yours to control?!!!"
Peering at her Ripper leaned forward and pursed his lips.
"We will do what we have to. Agree to marry William and you get your daughter back."
Buffy stared suspiciously at Ripper and couldn't believe she was even contemplating this.
"What's the catch?" she demanded.
It couldn't be this easy!
"Marry William, get your daughter back. And conceive the next Slayer. No and you all die, yes and you have everything to gain. Yes or no?"