hey and thanks for all your reviews :) To moon29us: I had been thinking about going into detail in the torture like I did in Turned (the first part of this series) but didnt feel up to it. I am glad that you agreed with me on that...I was a little worried i was just getting lazy!
It really encouraged me to get it done faster (ha ha...get it done.)
Well here we go!
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"I've been here for hours Ms. Summers and I am beginning to loose my patience." Travers began. He been questioning her but Buffy had refused to give him answers. She didn't want to give Travers the satisfaction. If she was going to die then she was going to die sticking it to the Council. "Tell me. What were your last thoughts before you were turned?"
Buffy tried to respond but she was too worn from her extensive torture session. She opted for spitting on Travers' shoe.
"Filthy beast!" He exclaimed and kicked her in the gut. "Now…I don't know how things have worked in Sunnydale, but I will not tolerate such impertinence." He picked up a wicked looking curved knife from the table and fingered it thoughtfully. He grinned evilly at Buffy who tried weakly to squirm away. Suddenly, the door to Buffy's cell slammed open and a distraught Murdock rushed in.
"Mr. Travers! You must come quickly!"
"Not now Murdock!" Travers shot a glare at Murdock over his shoulder. "I'm a
little busy right now." He turned his attention to Buffy, but Murdock wouldn't leave.
"Sir. It's Chammers. They've taken him and there are rogue Watchers all over headquarters!"
"What? Who could…Rivers! Blast!" Quentin tossed the knife carelessly on the tray and turned bright red. "Quickly Murdock. We must go stop this before they take over the Council!" They two Watchers ran out of the dungeon…leaving the door open to Buffy's cell.
Buffy blinks up as she senses a dusky light. She slowly lifts her head and shakily wipes the blood and sweat off her forehead. 'Those bastards left the door open!' She thought almost becoming hysterical in her excitement. She slowly pushed her body into a crawling position and manages to inch towards the door, her body screaming in pain. Her arms begin to shake and one of her wounds that had closed opened. 'Just a little bit farther,' Buffy desperately thought as the world began to spin around her. The light began to fade and before she could understand what happened, Buffy passed out. Her arm fell out into the hallway as she made one final grab for freedom.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"How long do you think it will take you to dismantle the alarm Willow?" Giles asked as he, Willow, Angel and Spike slunk to a side door of the Watcher's council. His phone call to Bradburry had been very short. Bradburry had merely told Giles where Buffy's cell was located and that they should attack tonight.
"That's odd." Willow said looking at the code box next to the door.
"What is the bloody problem?" Spike asked impatiently.
"No problems…just no alarm either." Willow answered and pushed the door open slowly. She turned to grin at the others but Angel and Spike were already rushing past her into the Council. Angel paused and looked back at the others while Spike was intently sniffing the air trying to find any trace of Buffy.
"Giles," Angel began. "There sounds like there's some sort of fight going on…" Spike wasn't listening to them and went in the direction that Giles had told them Buffy should be. He flung the door open carelessly just itching to rip some of the Council wankers to shreds.
The sight that the four were greeted with was not what they expected. The room was full of watchers and they were all embroiled in a fierce battle. But they were not fighting demons; they were fighting each other.
"Watchers versus watchers. It's like a sea of tweed." Spike said sarcastically. Giles sent a glare his way but does not respond and they all began to weave through the battle to the dungeon entrance keeping Willow safe between the three of them. As they fight there way into the center of the battle Giles sees Bradburry just as he is knocking out his opponent.
"What the bloody hell is going on!?" Giles yells at him. Bradburry sends Giles a smirk.
"A revolution!" And Bradburry turns back to the fight, pulling one watcher off another and punching him in the jaw. Giles turns to the others with a delighted smile on his face.
"You three go ahead and get Buffy. I need to stay here and help defeat Travers!" They nod quickly and run ahead understanding Giles' need to help implement changes in the Watcher's Council.
Spike rips the door leading to the dungeons off its hinges and he, Angel, and Willow are met with a sea of armed Watcher's. Spike and Angel lock eyes, knowing that only one of them will be able to run through and the other will have to fight and distract them.
"You go! I'll stay here and help protect Willow!" Angel yelled and Spike nods again at the pair before he turned and ran down the dark tunnel before the watchers could comprehend what is going on. Angel pushed Willow to the wall in an effort to get her out of harm's way. She sank to the ground and pulled a spell book out of her pack. There was a freezing spell in here…if only she could find an appropriate way to tweak it…
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Spike could smell her here. He knew that he was close to Buffy. As he caught the scent of her blood his demon-which was close to the surface anyway- burst forth. As he neared the place where they had been told Buffy's cell was he saw a man trying to drag a body down the hall. Spike growls when he realized that the man was dragging Buffy. His Buffy. The man quickly turned around and dropped Buffy's arm carelessly to the ground. Spike growled again and the man held a cross up and put a stake over Buffy's heart. Spike froze and his eyes widened as the man applied slight pressure with the stake. He laughed.
"So this is the infamous William the bloody? I'm Quentin Travers; I must say I had expected something a little more from you. You're weak." He stopped and laughed again. The sound chilled Spike to the bone. "It's your love that makes you weak. Makes you a freak among demons. I should just stake this bitch and be done with it, even though that would ruin my plans. But then…I could always get some vampire to turn Faith." Spike growled again and the man smiled maliciously.
He paused to adjust the stake over Buffy's heart and Spike pounced as Travers' hands loosened around the stake. Spike's demon roared and he gripped Travers by the neck and he gasped in air in surprise. Without waiting another second Spike ripped Travers' throat out and tossed his corpse to the ground.
Spike moved quickly over to Buffy who is still unconscious. Spike pulled her carefully onto his lap and whimpers when he takes in her beaten and bloody posterior. He began to coo at her incoherently and he carefully rubbed his bloody hand over her lips trying to rouse her from her unconscious state.
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Willow smiled as she looked at the spell book in her hand and quickly began to chant. She had found a spell to freeze those whose heart "screamed desires against her own." As the last word is spoken, all the sounds from the battle abruptly stop. Willow smiled as Angel looked at her in surprise.
"Well, it seems I should have told Spike that we would stay so you could protect us all." He said and Willow smiled proudly. Giles and two other watchers quickly approached the pair.
"Willow, Angel, allow me to introduce Bradburry and Mr. Rivers. It seems they are the ones responsible for the revolution that we were a part of today."
"You are the one who did this spell?" Mr. Rivers asked Willow and she nodded nervously. He smiled at her and shook her hand enthusiastically. "Very impressive spell work. You are much farther along then we had originally thought. Now what did-"
"Excuse me." Angel interrupted impatiently. "But just what was this fight about?"
"Ah. Yes. Well you see it all began twenty years ago when I was kicked out of the Council because I refused to stake my slayer after she was turned." He paused and cleaned his glasses. Willow repressed a smile as she shot a quick glance to Giles who didn't seem to notice that Rivers was doing what Giles always did when he was nervous. "Well, a hit squad was sent out and they were successful in dusting her. But, a few years later a prophecy was found about a turned Slayer and Travers, who had just become head of the Council became obsessed with it. Over the past decade I have been working through a network of various watchers to keep tabs on what Travers has been up to and eventually try to oust Travers from our ranks." Mr. Rivers smiled slightly and motioned to Bradburry. "Bradburry contacted me once he returned from Sunnydale. He saw that Travers was going to far and behaving more like a demon himself than some of the vampires we have chronicled. Now we will have a new order here at the Council."
"Were you successful in finding Buffy?" Giles put in as soon as Rivers was finished talking. Willow paled and began to run in the direction that Spike had disappeared. Giles, Angel, Bradburry, and Rivers followed her as quickly as they can. Willow stopped abruptly when she found them.
Travers' dead body lay a few feet away from where Spike was crouched with Buffy in his lap. He was still cooing at her and smearing blood on her lips. As he sensed the others around them, he looked up and growled at them. Willow stumbles a step back in surprise.
"What's wrong with him?" She gasped as Angel steadied her.
"He's out of his mind with panic." Angel said soberly gesturing for the others to step back. Angel shifted into game face and approached Spike and Buffy cautiously. Spike growled at his sire and Angel growled back, trying to use his position as Spike's sire to calm him down. Angel slowly kneeled in front of the pair and Spike stops growling, but begins to wail as though he is being tortured.
Willow grabbed Giles' hand in fear at the sounds that Spike was making. She had never heard anything like it. Bradburry and Rivers watch in fascination, their hands itching to pull out notepads and record this interesting vampire family dynamic.
Ignoring the four humans behind them, Angel cuts his wrist and puts it over Buffy's mouth. Spike's nostrils flared for a moment in rage but Angel's low growls seem to reassure the younger vampire that he is only there to help; and not challenge Spike's place. Buffy's eyes slowly began to blink open and Angel gently removed his wrist. She smiled weakly at the two game-faced vampires and glanced down to see Travers' dead body. Using the strength she had recently gained, Buffy kicked Travers' dead body weakly and cupped Spike's face with her hand.
"Told that bastard you would come for me." She rasped out and Spike's demon faded away as he cautiously kisses her lips. He stood up slowly with Buffy still cradled in his arms and turned to the others who are watching them warily.
"Let's get the hell outta here. This place gives me the creeps." Spike paused and gave the humans awry grin. "That's really saying something too. Creature of the night here."
With that they all start to exit the dungeon heading towards more hospitable areas of the Watcher's Council. None of them spared a second glance for the remains of Quentin Travers.
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One more part for The Council of Wankers! woo woo!
It really encouraged me to get it done faster (ha ha...get it done.)
Well here we go!
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"I've been here for hours Ms. Summers and I am beginning to loose my patience." Travers began. He been questioning her but Buffy had refused to give him answers. She didn't want to give Travers the satisfaction. If she was going to die then she was going to die sticking it to the Council. "Tell me. What were your last thoughts before you were turned?"
Buffy tried to respond but she was too worn from her extensive torture session. She opted for spitting on Travers' shoe.
"Filthy beast!" He exclaimed and kicked her in the gut. "Now…I don't know how things have worked in Sunnydale, but I will not tolerate such impertinence." He picked up a wicked looking curved knife from the table and fingered it thoughtfully. He grinned evilly at Buffy who tried weakly to squirm away. Suddenly, the door to Buffy's cell slammed open and a distraught Murdock rushed in.
"Mr. Travers! You must come quickly!"
"Not now Murdock!" Travers shot a glare at Murdock over his shoulder. "I'm a
little busy right now." He turned his attention to Buffy, but Murdock wouldn't leave.
"Sir. It's Chammers. They've taken him and there are rogue Watchers all over headquarters!"
"What? Who could…Rivers! Blast!" Quentin tossed the knife carelessly on the tray and turned bright red. "Quickly Murdock. We must go stop this before they take over the Council!" They two Watchers ran out of the dungeon…leaving the door open to Buffy's cell.
Buffy blinks up as she senses a dusky light. She slowly lifts her head and shakily wipes the blood and sweat off her forehead. 'Those bastards left the door open!' She thought almost becoming hysterical in her excitement. She slowly pushed her body into a crawling position and manages to inch towards the door, her body screaming in pain. Her arms begin to shake and one of her wounds that had closed opened. 'Just a little bit farther,' Buffy desperately thought as the world began to spin around her. The light began to fade and before she could understand what happened, Buffy passed out. Her arm fell out into the hallway as she made one final grab for freedom.
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"How long do you think it will take you to dismantle the alarm Willow?" Giles asked as he, Willow, Angel and Spike slunk to a side door of the Watcher's council. His phone call to Bradburry had been very short. Bradburry had merely told Giles where Buffy's cell was located and that they should attack tonight.
"That's odd." Willow said looking at the code box next to the door.
"What is the bloody problem?" Spike asked impatiently.
"No problems…just no alarm either." Willow answered and pushed the door open slowly. She turned to grin at the others but Angel and Spike were already rushing past her into the Council. Angel paused and looked back at the others while Spike was intently sniffing the air trying to find any trace of Buffy.
"Giles," Angel began. "There sounds like there's some sort of fight going on…" Spike wasn't listening to them and went in the direction that Giles had told them Buffy should be. He flung the door open carelessly just itching to rip some of the Council wankers to shreds.
The sight that the four were greeted with was not what they expected. The room was full of watchers and they were all embroiled in a fierce battle. But they were not fighting demons; they were fighting each other.
"Watchers versus watchers. It's like a sea of tweed." Spike said sarcastically. Giles sent a glare his way but does not respond and they all began to weave through the battle to the dungeon entrance keeping Willow safe between the three of them. As they fight there way into the center of the battle Giles sees Bradburry just as he is knocking out his opponent.
"What the bloody hell is going on!?" Giles yells at him. Bradburry sends Giles a smirk.
"A revolution!" And Bradburry turns back to the fight, pulling one watcher off another and punching him in the jaw. Giles turns to the others with a delighted smile on his face.
"You three go ahead and get Buffy. I need to stay here and help defeat Travers!" They nod quickly and run ahead understanding Giles' need to help implement changes in the Watcher's Council.
Spike rips the door leading to the dungeons off its hinges and he, Angel, and Willow are met with a sea of armed Watcher's. Spike and Angel lock eyes, knowing that only one of them will be able to run through and the other will have to fight and distract them.
"You go! I'll stay here and help protect Willow!" Angel yelled and Spike nods again at the pair before he turned and ran down the dark tunnel before the watchers could comprehend what is going on. Angel pushed Willow to the wall in an effort to get her out of harm's way. She sank to the ground and pulled a spell book out of her pack. There was a freezing spell in here…if only she could find an appropriate way to tweak it…
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Spike could smell her here. He knew that he was close to Buffy. As he caught the scent of her blood his demon-which was close to the surface anyway- burst forth. As he neared the place where they had been told Buffy's cell was he saw a man trying to drag a body down the hall. Spike growls when he realized that the man was dragging Buffy. His Buffy. The man quickly turned around and dropped Buffy's arm carelessly to the ground. Spike growled again and the man held a cross up and put a stake over Buffy's heart. Spike froze and his eyes widened as the man applied slight pressure with the stake. He laughed.
"So this is the infamous William the bloody? I'm Quentin Travers; I must say I had expected something a little more from you. You're weak." He stopped and laughed again. The sound chilled Spike to the bone. "It's your love that makes you weak. Makes you a freak among demons. I should just stake this bitch and be done with it, even though that would ruin my plans. But then…I could always get some vampire to turn Faith." Spike growled again and the man smiled maliciously.
He paused to adjust the stake over Buffy's heart and Spike pounced as Travers' hands loosened around the stake. Spike's demon roared and he gripped Travers by the neck and he gasped in air in surprise. Without waiting another second Spike ripped Travers' throat out and tossed his corpse to the ground.
Spike moved quickly over to Buffy who is still unconscious. Spike pulled her carefully onto his lap and whimpers when he takes in her beaten and bloody posterior. He began to coo at her incoherently and he carefully rubbed his bloody hand over her lips trying to rouse her from her unconscious state.
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Willow smiled as she looked at the spell book in her hand and quickly began to chant. She had found a spell to freeze those whose heart "screamed desires against her own." As the last word is spoken, all the sounds from the battle abruptly stop. Willow smiled as Angel looked at her in surprise.
"Well, it seems I should have told Spike that we would stay so you could protect us all." He said and Willow smiled proudly. Giles and two other watchers quickly approached the pair.
"Willow, Angel, allow me to introduce Bradburry and Mr. Rivers. It seems they are the ones responsible for the revolution that we were a part of today."
"You are the one who did this spell?" Mr. Rivers asked Willow and she nodded nervously. He smiled at her and shook her hand enthusiastically. "Very impressive spell work. You are much farther along then we had originally thought. Now what did-"
"Excuse me." Angel interrupted impatiently. "But just what was this fight about?"
"Ah. Yes. Well you see it all began twenty years ago when I was kicked out of the Council because I refused to stake my slayer after she was turned." He paused and cleaned his glasses. Willow repressed a smile as she shot a quick glance to Giles who didn't seem to notice that Rivers was doing what Giles always did when he was nervous. "Well, a hit squad was sent out and they were successful in dusting her. But, a few years later a prophecy was found about a turned Slayer and Travers, who had just become head of the Council became obsessed with it. Over the past decade I have been working through a network of various watchers to keep tabs on what Travers has been up to and eventually try to oust Travers from our ranks." Mr. Rivers smiled slightly and motioned to Bradburry. "Bradburry contacted me once he returned from Sunnydale. He saw that Travers was going to far and behaving more like a demon himself than some of the vampires we have chronicled. Now we will have a new order here at the Council."
"Were you successful in finding Buffy?" Giles put in as soon as Rivers was finished talking. Willow paled and began to run in the direction that Spike had disappeared. Giles, Angel, Bradburry, and Rivers followed her as quickly as they can. Willow stopped abruptly when she found them.
Travers' dead body lay a few feet away from where Spike was crouched with Buffy in his lap. He was still cooing at her and smearing blood on her lips. As he sensed the others around them, he looked up and growled at them. Willow stumbles a step back in surprise.
"What's wrong with him?" She gasped as Angel steadied her.
"He's out of his mind with panic." Angel said soberly gesturing for the others to step back. Angel shifted into game face and approached Spike and Buffy cautiously. Spike growled at his sire and Angel growled back, trying to use his position as Spike's sire to calm him down. Angel slowly kneeled in front of the pair and Spike stops growling, but begins to wail as though he is being tortured.
Willow grabbed Giles' hand in fear at the sounds that Spike was making. She had never heard anything like it. Bradburry and Rivers watch in fascination, their hands itching to pull out notepads and record this interesting vampire family dynamic.
Ignoring the four humans behind them, Angel cuts his wrist and puts it over Buffy's mouth. Spike's nostrils flared for a moment in rage but Angel's low growls seem to reassure the younger vampire that he is only there to help; and not challenge Spike's place. Buffy's eyes slowly began to blink open and Angel gently removed his wrist. She smiled weakly at the two game-faced vampires and glanced down to see Travers' dead body. Using the strength she had recently gained, Buffy kicked Travers' dead body weakly and cupped Spike's face with her hand.
"Told that bastard you would come for me." She rasped out and Spike's demon faded away as he cautiously kisses her lips. He stood up slowly with Buffy still cradled in his arms and turned to the others who are watching them warily.
"Let's get the hell outta here. This place gives me the creeps." Spike paused and gave the humans awry grin. "That's really saying something too. Creature of the night here."
With that they all start to exit the dungeon heading towards more hospitable areas of the Watcher's Council. None of them spared a second glance for the remains of Quentin Travers.
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One more part for The Council of Wankers! woo woo!