Title: To Tell the Story
Author: Innocence
Rating: PG13
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Sunnydale High - After School There was a blunt crack as Cordelia pushed open the library doors. She walked quickly into the room, black heels clicking across the floor.
"I keep telling you Cordy, try to get a hold of that slayer strength," Xander scolded, pretending to have been frightened at the loud noise. Cordelia just rolled her eyes and walked past him, up to the table.
"I have a question," Cordelia looked straight at Giles, ignoring the fact that Buffy and Xander were in the room also.
"So what's this question that keeps you from saying 'hi' to a fellow slayer?" Buffy asked, feigning hurt. Cordy gave her a smile.
"Hi, fellow slayer!" Then an idea hit her, "Buffy you get weird dreams right?"
"Yeah, slayer dreams, why?"
"I think I had one,"
"What kind of slayer dreams?" Xander asked, puzzled. The concept of prophetic dreams never came up around him.
"Weird slayer dreams," Cordelia sighed and placed a gym bag on the table. No one had noticed it until then. "But the really weird part came after I woke up."
"Care to elaborate on that, Cor?" Cordy shot Xander a glare.
"I was getting there. Now-"
The swish of the doors cut her off, and Cordelia sent an icy stare to whoever was standing there. Spike stood in the doorway calmly and pulled a cigarette out of the inside pocket of his duster. Angel fidgeted slightly under Cordy's gaze before pulling his childe by the forearm over to the table.
"Hands off Peaches," Spike yanked his arm out of Angel's grip and plopped down in the open chair between the two slayers. He smirked at his sire knowing that he had taken the only open seat next to Cordelia since Xander was on the other side.
Angel suppressed a growl and moved to sit on the other side of Xander.
"Goldilocks, Cheerleader" Spike smirked at the girls sitting beside him and was rewarded with two winning smiles.
"Deadboy, Deadboy Jr. To what do we owe this very pleasant surprise?" Xander's voice dripped sarcasm and barely concealed his loathing of the two vampires. And his hatred was only heightened by the way Spike kept looking at Buffy. Not to mention the way Angel was glancing at Cordy and trying to hide the fact that he was at the same time. But that was understandable. He had done more than his fair share at ogling the blonde & brunette bomb shells. It was amazing (to him) that you could find such HOT girls as the two of them in a small evil town as Sunnyhell...Sunnydale.
It wasn't easy to keep your eyes off the two of them. Especially with Buffy in skintight blue jeans and a very flimsy blue halter top. And Cordelia in an almost micro- black mini skirt and a blood red, low cut tank top.
"It was Peaches idea," Spike pointed to his Sire, and gave the teenage boy a little grin, knowing exactly the jealousy that was going on in the kids brain, "Peaches wanted to be here for some reason," Spike let his eyes wander down Cordelia's body, giving a little hint.
Buffy saw the hint and smiled, drawing Spike's attention back to her. Cordelia's well pedicured foot tapped impatiently, waiting to get on with explaining her dream.
"Would you people shut up!" Cordy snapped, a little more harsh then she intended to. But it worked, all eyes were on her. Cordy sighed inwardly. She loved the spotlight, even if it was small. She launched into a description of her dream, only being stopped when she came to the fight. Angel paused her to ask if she was alright. Buffy and Spike rolled their eyes, Xander and Giles glared, but Cordy liked the sensation of butterflies in her stomach with his concern.
"But then when I woke up I found these on my window seat," She unzipped the duffel bag she had placed on the table earlier and extracted the dress, sword, and the necklace.
"Cordy they are so.beautiful." Buffy breathed.
"I know and look at the sword. It's so perfect." Cordy placed the sword in front of Buffy, letting her and Spike get a good look at it. Angel carefully picked up the necklace & studied it. Looking closely at the articles Giles couldn't shake the feeling that Cordelia's dream was more than just a present giving opportunity.
"What did it say to you?" Giles asked nervously cleaning his glasses.
"Well it kept calling me Meticulaar, and then it said that 'no one has beat the Yastine.'" Abruptly Giles stopped with his glasses and strode over to the book cage and then pulling several books out of the way before pulling out a tiny, black, bound book. Hastily he flipped through the pages, paying no attention to corners almost ripping. The five sitting at the table exchanged worried looks.
"Giles?" Buffy asked trying to draw her watchers attention away from the book. He didn't look away. Suddenly he stopped flipping through the book and read aloud.
"The Yastine, an aristocratic council of humans and demons. Devoted to the destruction of good and looking for a warrior that will fulfill the prophecy. The Warrior will appear to be of good but is of both."
"What does that mean? They're after Buffy and Cordy?" Xander guessed, Giles had made him read enough archaic novels last year to know that a warrior usually referred to a slayer.
Giles flipped to another page and a sheet of paper fluttered to the floor. Giles bent down and picked it up. He stared at it and white faced Giles replied to Xander, "No," Giles removed his glasses wearily, "They are after Cordelia, The Meticulaar, the warrior that will fulfill the prophecy," He set the paper on the table. There was an exact drawing of the seven- pointed, onyx amethyst star necklace right on the paper.
Cordelia was stunned speechless.
"Where did that come from?" Angel asked, and seeing Cordy's shell-shocked expression he leaned across the table to awkwardly pat her hand.
Giles turned the paper over and read the small cursive note on the back on the back on the paper, "To Elisabeth Shanlth - Watcher, From Frodff - Head of Yastine, concerning Miss Chase. The Yastine will be arriving soon."
The room was in silence. One of their supposed own had turned against them, and targeted Cordelia as a 'victim' or forced ally of the Yastine.
Again the doors swished open, "Terribly sorry," Shanlth said hurriedly, walking into the library. She didn't offer an explanation for her tardiness.
Cordelia stood up slowly and spoke dangerously quiet, "You bitch!" She spat.
Shanlth stopped and looked at the fuming girl, "Excuse me young la-"
"You are supposed to be my Watcher!" This time she screamed it, "And instead you try to turn me over to some big international Yassie thing so they can do who knows what with me!" She tried to advance on the cowering older woman, but Angel reached across the table just in time to grab Cordelia's arm.
"Breath Cordy, breath," Buffy soothed even though she herself wanted to get a few good punches at the traitor.
Angel stepped around the table to stand with Cordelia and tentatively ran his hand through her chocolate hair. Her heavy breathing slowed down a little and she relaxed against his body.
Giles slowly took off his glasses and started to clean them, "Now," Giles advanced on the other Watcher, "Give me all the information you have either found or been given on Cordelia and then you will get the hell out of my library!"
"And I'm unsouled, I won't hesitate to kill you for what you've done to Hottie," Spike added, flashing some fang.
Miss Shanlth nodded shakily. Completely aware of all the hatred seething from the others in the room, she walked to the book cage and sifted behind two boxes before pulling out one box from the stack and handed it to Giles. Their eyes meet for a moment and Giles saw no guilt, no compassion in Shanlth dull brown eyes. He saw nothing.
"I did what had to be done, what you couldn't do," She whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear. She grabbed a small knife from the counter and plunged it deep into her stomach.
Xander jumped back away, Buffy and Cordy covered their mouths, Giles and the vampires just watched. She hacked up blood and nobody made a move to help her. Blood spilled to the floor, staining the floor forever. The air smelled coppery, and then she stopped and fell to the floor. Dead.
"She got what she deserved," Angel said with hatred coating every word.
Sunnydale High - After School There was a blunt crack as Cordelia pushed open the library doors. She walked quickly into the room, black heels clicking across the floor.
"I keep telling you Cordy, try to get a hold of that slayer strength," Xander scolded, pretending to have been frightened at the loud noise. Cordelia just rolled her eyes and walked past him, up to the table.
"I have a question," Cordelia looked straight at Giles, ignoring the fact that Buffy and Xander were in the room also.
"So what's this question that keeps you from saying 'hi' to a fellow slayer?" Buffy asked, feigning hurt. Cordy gave her a smile.
"Hi, fellow slayer!" Then an idea hit her, "Buffy you get weird dreams right?"
"Yeah, slayer dreams, why?"
"I think I had one,"
"What kind of slayer dreams?" Xander asked, puzzled. The concept of prophetic dreams never came up around him.
"Weird slayer dreams," Cordelia sighed and placed a gym bag on the table. No one had noticed it until then. "But the really weird part came after I woke up."
"Care to elaborate on that, Cor?" Cordy shot Xander a glare.
"I was getting there. Now-"
The swish of the doors cut her off, and Cordelia sent an icy stare to whoever was standing there. Spike stood in the doorway calmly and pulled a cigarette out of the inside pocket of his duster. Angel fidgeted slightly under Cordy's gaze before pulling his childe by the forearm over to the table.
"Hands off Peaches," Spike yanked his arm out of Angel's grip and plopped down in the open chair between the two slayers. He smirked at his sire knowing that he had taken the only open seat next to Cordelia since Xander was on the other side.
Angel suppressed a growl and moved to sit on the other side of Xander.
"Goldilocks, Cheerleader" Spike smirked at the girls sitting beside him and was rewarded with two winning smiles.
"Deadboy, Deadboy Jr. To what do we owe this very pleasant surprise?" Xander's voice dripped sarcasm and barely concealed his loathing of the two vampires. And his hatred was only heightened by the way Spike kept looking at Buffy. Not to mention the way Angel was glancing at Cordy and trying to hide the fact that he was at the same time. But that was understandable. He had done more than his fair share at ogling the blonde & brunette bomb shells. It was amazing (to him) that you could find such HOT girls as the two of them in a small evil town as Sunnyhell...Sunnydale.
It wasn't easy to keep your eyes off the two of them. Especially with Buffy in skintight blue jeans and a very flimsy blue halter top. And Cordelia in an almost micro- black mini skirt and a blood red, low cut tank top.
"It was Peaches idea," Spike pointed to his Sire, and gave the teenage boy a little grin, knowing exactly the jealousy that was going on in the kids brain, "Peaches wanted to be here for some reason," Spike let his eyes wander down Cordelia's body, giving a little hint.
Buffy saw the hint and smiled, drawing Spike's attention back to her. Cordelia's well pedicured foot tapped impatiently, waiting to get on with explaining her dream.
"Would you people shut up!" Cordy snapped, a little more harsh then she intended to. But it worked, all eyes were on her. Cordy sighed inwardly. She loved the spotlight, even if it was small. She launched into a description of her dream, only being stopped when she came to the fight. Angel paused her to ask if she was alright. Buffy and Spike rolled their eyes, Xander and Giles glared, but Cordy liked the sensation of butterflies in her stomach with his concern.
"But then when I woke up I found these on my window seat," She unzipped the duffel bag she had placed on the table earlier and extracted the dress, sword, and the necklace.
"Cordy they are so.beautiful." Buffy breathed.
"I know and look at the sword. It's so perfect." Cordy placed the sword in front of Buffy, letting her and Spike get a good look at it. Angel carefully picked up the necklace & studied it. Looking closely at the articles Giles couldn't shake the feeling that Cordelia's dream was more than just a present giving opportunity.
"What did it say to you?" Giles asked nervously cleaning his glasses.
"Well it kept calling me Meticulaar, and then it said that 'no one has beat the Yastine.'" Abruptly Giles stopped with his glasses and strode over to the book cage and then pulling several books out of the way before pulling out a tiny, black, bound book. Hastily he flipped through the pages, paying no attention to corners almost ripping. The five sitting at the table exchanged worried looks.
"Giles?" Buffy asked trying to draw her watchers attention away from the book. He didn't look away. Suddenly he stopped flipping through the book and read aloud.
"The Yastine, an aristocratic council of humans and demons. Devoted to the destruction of good and looking for a warrior that will fulfill the prophecy. The Warrior will appear to be of good but is of both."
"What does that mean? They're after Buffy and Cordy?" Xander guessed, Giles had made him read enough archaic novels last year to know that a warrior usually referred to a slayer.
Giles flipped to another page and a sheet of paper fluttered to the floor. Giles bent down and picked it up. He stared at it and white faced Giles replied to Xander, "No," Giles removed his glasses wearily, "They are after Cordelia, The Meticulaar, the warrior that will fulfill the prophecy," He set the paper on the table. There was an exact drawing of the seven- pointed, onyx amethyst star necklace right on the paper.
Cordelia was stunned speechless.
"Where did that come from?" Angel asked, and seeing Cordy's shell-shocked expression he leaned across the table to awkwardly pat her hand.
Giles turned the paper over and read the small cursive note on the back on the back on the paper, "To Elisabeth Shanlth - Watcher, From Frodff - Head of Yastine, concerning Miss Chase. The Yastine will be arriving soon."
The room was in silence. One of their supposed own had turned against them, and targeted Cordelia as a 'victim' or forced ally of the Yastine.
Again the doors swished open, "Terribly sorry," Shanlth said hurriedly, walking into the library. She didn't offer an explanation for her tardiness.
Cordelia stood up slowly and spoke dangerously quiet, "You bitch!" She spat.
Shanlth stopped and looked at the fuming girl, "Excuse me young la-"
"You are supposed to be my Watcher!" This time she screamed it, "And instead you try to turn me over to some big international Yassie thing so they can do who knows what with me!" She tried to advance on the cowering older woman, but Angel reached across the table just in time to grab Cordelia's arm.
"Breath Cordy, breath," Buffy soothed even though she herself wanted to get a few good punches at the traitor.
Angel stepped around the table to stand with Cordelia and tentatively ran his hand through her chocolate hair. Her heavy breathing slowed down a little and she relaxed against his body.
Giles slowly took off his glasses and started to clean them, "Now," Giles advanced on the other Watcher, "Give me all the information you have either found or been given on Cordelia and then you will get the hell out of my library!"
"And I'm unsouled, I won't hesitate to kill you for what you've done to Hottie," Spike added, flashing some fang.
Miss Shanlth nodded shakily. Completely aware of all the hatred seething from the others in the room, she walked to the book cage and sifted behind two boxes before pulling out one box from the stack and handed it to Giles. Their eyes meet for a moment and Giles saw no guilt, no compassion in Shanlth dull brown eyes. He saw nothing.
"I did what had to be done, what you couldn't do," She whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear. She grabbed a small knife from the counter and plunged it deep into her stomach.
Xander jumped back away, Buffy and Cordy covered their mouths, Giles and the vampires just watched. She hacked up blood and nobody made a move to help her. Blood spilled to the floor, staining the floor forever. The air smelled coppery, and then she stopped and fell to the floor. Dead.
"She got what she deserved," Angel said with hatred coating every word.