Chapter Twelve:
"So you want 100 of my loyal followers, basically as fodder, and then for me to take 100 more and slaughter the ones who tried to kill you?" Doran asked doubtful.
"That's it."
"This is going to be great. When do we need them by?"
"Tonight."
"Tonight?"
"That's when I get my revenge." She laughed, low and almost musical in the silence.
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Chyana watched out of a window, an almost wistful expression on her face. Everyone else sat tense and ready. Backs hunched. Muscles taut. Waiting for Raksha to show up. At midnight, Chyana wasn't surprised to see fireworks lighting up the dead of night. Smoke flared, and when it cleared there were tons of people standing on the front lawn, Chyana wasn't sure how she knew, but she was sure that no one in the human world would know about this until after it had happened. This was Raksha's fight, and she would let no human intervene. Raksha landed, already changed, and then became human.
"Chyana!" she called loudly, "Lets finish this here and now."
Chyana looked at the assembled force, by her guess there was around 100 people gathered, she looked at Thierry, "Can we handle the force out there?"
"I think so, we have to." Thierry looked outside, "Who are these people?" He seemed to consider for a moment, "Humans can't see or hear this can they?"
Chyana shook her head, "Raksha has always been a master at planning a fight, she's done this before. A couple of hundred times." She looked outside again, a strange demon had walked up beside Raksha, "Oh no."
"What?" about six people asked at once.
"She's working with Donor." Chyana couldn't hide the contempt in her voice, "He's a demon with a similar disposition to Raksha, except that he has his own private army, he uses them to fight, and as slaves. They're like zombies that think, they can't refuse him anything. He and Raksha killed an entire army, all to start another war, between the British and the French, simply to see if they could do it. And they did. Hundreds died in yet another forgotten battle. His army has never been beaten, because they won't ever stop, you cut its legs of and it'll drag itself to where a weapon is and still keep on fighting. They are totally devoted to Donor, and will do anything he commands."
"Chyana!" Raksha's voice called from outside, "If you come out, I may let those creatures with you live, if not……" her voice trailed off, her tone soft and sweet. "Do you have what it takes to finish it?"
Angel walked into the room, "Just leave her." He looked at Thierry, "She won't attack right away, she'll play first. That's all any of this is to her, a game. It's for her amusement." He looked at Chyana. "We need to finish setting up the trap, with some new improvements. Come on."
Raksha was in a wonderful mood, there would be death and killing, along with chaos. To top this off, she would get to kill Chyana. Life was very good.
"Happy?" Donor asked calmly, glancing at the perfectly landscaped lawn, which was to be the battleground. Trees lined the large fence, and sheltered much of the almost acre of land that the house was on.
"Naturally." Raksha purred, "Who wouldn't be. But I think that we need to let them know that it's time to come out." She grabbed a slave, "Call the first group." He cringed away from Raksha, "Go quickly, and maybe I'll give you a treat." She patted him on the head and pushed away from her. He ran off, a minute later, twelve soldiers began to bombard the witch's second wards, managing to get in a window. Raksha smiled when she heard their dying screams, Chyana would think that this was the best she had to offer.
"Can we please attack now?" Donor asked impatiently. Raksha waved him away.
"Chyana, do come out. This is rather dull waiting for you." Raksha waited a moment, not really expecting to get an answer.
She felt someone coming up from behind her. Then as predictably he/she/it jumped at her, she turned and caught her would-be assailant.
"Angel." She said, "I'm disappointed. I'd expect a better fight from you." She held him high, and he wasn't fighting. "So much like that slayer I met a while ago." She considered for a moment, "Yes, in that little town, I was there before I came here. Quaint little town, the kind of place that needed a little stirring up. Cute little slayer, no much of a challenge to beat." Now she could tell she had hit a cord in Angel, and she put him down. "Buffy was her name. I believed she was depressed over some vampire, oh yes," Raksha smiled cruelly, "it was you."
"What did you do to her?" he demanded.
She shrugged, "Nothing to serious, any average slayer could have recovered with a few scars. Fire never hurts that much. She seemed to find it painful though."
Angel lunged at her. She stepped to the side and threw him to the left. He countered and moved to sweep her legs out from under her. Raksha found her former teacher far to slow. Her reflexes were much quicker then even the fastest vampire. She jumped past him landed and kicked him. Angel got up, and watched her. He shook his head.
"Something the matter?" Raksha asked overly sweet.
"Only sorry I made you what you are now. Perhaps as a human your soul may have been saved."
"Not likely," Came a voice from behind her, "She is what she chooses to be."
"As are you." Raksha told Chyana, " So you decided to come out and play. Too bad
it'll be the last time."
"Yes, to destroy you will be a shame." Chyana pleaded with Raksha, "Don't be this way, you have so many choices, you could help Daybreak, you could become good. You once were."
Raksha laughed, genuine laughter, "Why would I do that? I like being what I am, I serve no one side, I do as I please, and no one has the power to stop me. Do you think that you can kill your childhood friend? Can you kill me, Chyana?" Raksha turned away from Angel and walked up to her, she offered her a dagger from the ground, "Do it, prove you can kill me, if you're strong enough."
Chyana stared at the dagger.
