Chapter 22-Plans
-Buffy-
I watch them from the bushes. I am torn. I'd like to follow and watch their amusing and fruitless hunt for me. It has been such a pleasure to witness their misery, to see their shock with every one of the gifts I've given them. They have been careful, always indoors when the sun goes down. Tonight is the first night I have seen any of them, Angel excluded, outside in the dark. I crouch patiently. I do not follow. Angel is with them and he will smell me or feel me, the way I feel him.
I watch as Quentin Travers leaves Giles' apartment. I follow the scent of him to his hotel. I have an appointment to keep, but I believe I've got time to perform this important task before my appointment. He leaves his room to get ice and I'm there, lounging against the ice machine when he arrives. His face pales and he begins to shake. His fear is delectable.
"Hello, Quentin. Miss me much?" I smile at him. He begins to back up before dropping the ice bucket and running. He is a fat old man and no competition. A sharp elbow to his temple knocks him out until I have to time to play. I fish the keys to his rental car out of his pants pocket and deposit him in the trunk.
I hide the car in the woods near the skating rink and leave Quentin in the trunk. I can come back for him later. I slip into the ice rink. It's Tuesday and the rink is closed. I grab a pair of ice skates and lace them onto my feet. I used to love to ice skate. Angel brought me ice skating once, of course that turned out well the assassins and all.
"Want to have a meeting here, Pet or is this a skating party?" The distinctive cockney accent cuts through the empty ice rink.
I skate leisurely over the wall of the rink where Spike is standing. "I hope you brought the real reason for the meeting, because if it's just you, I'll stake you right now."
"And I thought you were a cocky lil bint before you were turned. He's gettin out of the car."
I make another lazy circle around the rink. I am pleased to see Spike has come through, or so it would appear, when my sorcerer walks through the door. He is a very tall human dressed in oh so passé black robes. He reminds me of Professor Snape. I skate back over to the wall and hold out my hand.
"Hi, I'm Buffy."
The sorcerer nods and bows deeply. "Chyenord of the Molrosch clan."
"Did Spike explain to you about my little problem?"
"He told me that it is in regards to the curse the Kalderash clan put on the vampire Angelus."
"Exactly, that's the problem. I want to get rid of it." I hop up on the wall and begin to unlace my skates. "You don't really have a problem with this, do you?"
"The Molrosch clan and the Kalderash clan have warred for ages. It will be a pleasure to undo what they have done."
I clap my hands. "Goody. And as an added bonus we'll go eat the Kalderash clan when I have my boy Angelus. I bet they're spicy. I love spicy food. How long is this going to take because Sunnyhell, getting a little boring."
"I shall gather my supplies and prepare things. I will need to be in the room with Angelus when I perform the spell." Snape wanna-be says.
"That's really not a problem. I think I can manage someway to get him here. Spikey, wanna come skate with me?"
"No, thanks Pet. I've had my full of loony vampire bints."
I pout. "Please, Angel would."
"No, Luv, Angel would tie you up and get Red to restore that soul he likes so much." Spike says.
"Oooo that could be kinky, 'cept for the whole soul part. It's much more fun without one. Oh! That reminds me! I have a present in the trunk of the car. Well it's a present for me, but I've been working very hard, making sure I got the right gifts for everyone else. I think I deserve it. You can watch if you wanna, Spikey. Can't participate 'cause you know, chip, but watching is you know, fun."
I haul Quentin into the basement of the ice rink. I tie him to a chair and slap him across the face hard. It serves the purpose, he wakes up.
"Good morning." I beam a smile at him.
He gulps and pales, as if just remembering what happened.
"You got nothing to say to me? I mean usually you're so chatty." I shrug. "It's okay. I've got some tests and drills I want to put you through. I'm kind of new to this sort of thing so it could take awhile, a really long while." I rip the front of his staunch and proper Brooks Brothers white shirt. I take a book of matches out of my pocket and light one.
"You know, I learned a lot about torture from reading the Watcher's books. I know there's hot, cold, blunt, sharp and loud. I think we'll start with hot, because it's really fun and it makes pretty colors." I drop the lit match on his chest and close my eyes, savoring his scream.
*
"You've been at that for hours, Luv, don't you think you should kill him and get it over with?" Spike says. He's leaning casually against the wall of the basement.
I turn to him with a pout. "But I've only done hot, blunt and sharp. I still wanna do cold. I guess you can count his screams as loud but since it's sort of self inflicted, I say it doesn't count. You know what, Spike. Dru was right. You've gone soft. I mean I know, chip in your head, but really are you a monster or a man? Its pain, push through it."
"Bloody easy for you say. You don't get a small explosion in your head anytime you touch something human."
"Oh, God, Spike, can you be any more boring? I'm really tired of this. You used to be a formidable foe. Now you're a puppy with bad teeth." I look through my limited supply of torture tools and try and decide what's going to be next.
'Now listen, here. Let me get this chip out of my head and I'll show you puppy with bad teeth." Spike bows up.
"Why not show me now? It's not like I'm human anymore. Besides, Quentin here could use a rest. He's either going to pass out or die if I do anything else to him."
"I ought to. Then I'll tie your skinny arse up and hand you back to the White Hats so they can do their oogly boogly on you."
"You're all bark and no bite, Spikey. You can't fool me." I'm taunting him. I know it and I don't care.
He lunges at me with a roar. I side step it easily, my arms folded across my chest. I cover my mouth with a yawn. He throws a wide left hook. I duck it. He catches me in the ribs with a jab. I hit back with a roundhouse. I'm rewarded with a large gash on his sharp cheekbone.
"How the hell did you stay alive for 120 years? More to the point you took out two slayers? What was their damage?" I say as I dodge another hook, grab his wrist and sling him against the wall.
"You're a bit stronger then the average slayer, or vamp for that matter now, Luv."
"And with the whining again!" I sling a stake at him. He catches it, much the way I thought he would.
"Thanks, Luv, I was a bit under equipped for this fight." He grins at me.
"You're still under equipped, Spike." I retort, launching a spinning hook kick at his temple. He ducks, but not quite fast enough. I still clip him on the head. He takes it in stride, coming back at me with a haymaker. I try to duck it, but I'm not quite fast enough. He follows up with a kidney shot and a right hook. I knee him in the groin and dance backwards while he's swearing. I don't give him a lot of time to recover. I pop him under the chin and lift him a few feet off the ground before he lands on his back. I pounce, staking him through the heart and turning him to dust before he can get his bearings.
I look back at Quentin and wrinkle my nose. "That just wasn't as fun as I thought it would be."
-Buffy-
I watch them from the bushes. I am torn. I'd like to follow and watch their amusing and fruitless hunt for me. It has been such a pleasure to witness their misery, to see their shock with every one of the gifts I've given them. They have been careful, always indoors when the sun goes down. Tonight is the first night I have seen any of them, Angel excluded, outside in the dark. I crouch patiently. I do not follow. Angel is with them and he will smell me or feel me, the way I feel him.
I watch as Quentin Travers leaves Giles' apartment. I follow the scent of him to his hotel. I have an appointment to keep, but I believe I've got time to perform this important task before my appointment. He leaves his room to get ice and I'm there, lounging against the ice machine when he arrives. His face pales and he begins to shake. His fear is delectable.
"Hello, Quentin. Miss me much?" I smile at him. He begins to back up before dropping the ice bucket and running. He is a fat old man and no competition. A sharp elbow to his temple knocks him out until I have to time to play. I fish the keys to his rental car out of his pants pocket and deposit him in the trunk.
I hide the car in the woods near the skating rink and leave Quentin in the trunk. I can come back for him later. I slip into the ice rink. It's Tuesday and the rink is closed. I grab a pair of ice skates and lace them onto my feet. I used to love to ice skate. Angel brought me ice skating once, of course that turned out well the assassins and all.
"Want to have a meeting here, Pet or is this a skating party?" The distinctive cockney accent cuts through the empty ice rink.
I skate leisurely over the wall of the rink where Spike is standing. "I hope you brought the real reason for the meeting, because if it's just you, I'll stake you right now."
"And I thought you were a cocky lil bint before you were turned. He's gettin out of the car."
I make another lazy circle around the rink. I am pleased to see Spike has come through, or so it would appear, when my sorcerer walks through the door. He is a very tall human dressed in oh so passé black robes. He reminds me of Professor Snape. I skate back over to the wall and hold out my hand.
"Hi, I'm Buffy."
The sorcerer nods and bows deeply. "Chyenord of the Molrosch clan."
"Did Spike explain to you about my little problem?"
"He told me that it is in regards to the curse the Kalderash clan put on the vampire Angelus."
"Exactly, that's the problem. I want to get rid of it." I hop up on the wall and begin to unlace my skates. "You don't really have a problem with this, do you?"
"The Molrosch clan and the Kalderash clan have warred for ages. It will be a pleasure to undo what they have done."
I clap my hands. "Goody. And as an added bonus we'll go eat the Kalderash clan when I have my boy Angelus. I bet they're spicy. I love spicy food. How long is this going to take because Sunnyhell, getting a little boring."
"I shall gather my supplies and prepare things. I will need to be in the room with Angelus when I perform the spell." Snape wanna-be says.
"That's really not a problem. I think I can manage someway to get him here. Spikey, wanna come skate with me?"
"No, thanks Pet. I've had my full of loony vampire bints."
I pout. "Please, Angel would."
"No, Luv, Angel would tie you up and get Red to restore that soul he likes so much." Spike says.
"Oooo that could be kinky, 'cept for the whole soul part. It's much more fun without one. Oh! That reminds me! I have a present in the trunk of the car. Well it's a present for me, but I've been working very hard, making sure I got the right gifts for everyone else. I think I deserve it. You can watch if you wanna, Spikey. Can't participate 'cause you know, chip, but watching is you know, fun."
I haul Quentin into the basement of the ice rink. I tie him to a chair and slap him across the face hard. It serves the purpose, he wakes up.
"Good morning." I beam a smile at him.
He gulps and pales, as if just remembering what happened.
"You got nothing to say to me? I mean usually you're so chatty." I shrug. "It's okay. I've got some tests and drills I want to put you through. I'm kind of new to this sort of thing so it could take awhile, a really long while." I rip the front of his staunch and proper Brooks Brothers white shirt. I take a book of matches out of my pocket and light one.
"You know, I learned a lot about torture from reading the Watcher's books. I know there's hot, cold, blunt, sharp and loud. I think we'll start with hot, because it's really fun and it makes pretty colors." I drop the lit match on his chest and close my eyes, savoring his scream.
*
"You've been at that for hours, Luv, don't you think you should kill him and get it over with?" Spike says. He's leaning casually against the wall of the basement.
I turn to him with a pout. "But I've only done hot, blunt and sharp. I still wanna do cold. I guess you can count his screams as loud but since it's sort of self inflicted, I say it doesn't count. You know what, Spike. Dru was right. You've gone soft. I mean I know, chip in your head, but really are you a monster or a man? Its pain, push through it."
"Bloody easy for you say. You don't get a small explosion in your head anytime you touch something human."
"Oh, God, Spike, can you be any more boring? I'm really tired of this. You used to be a formidable foe. Now you're a puppy with bad teeth." I look through my limited supply of torture tools and try and decide what's going to be next.
'Now listen, here. Let me get this chip out of my head and I'll show you puppy with bad teeth." Spike bows up.
"Why not show me now? It's not like I'm human anymore. Besides, Quentin here could use a rest. He's either going to pass out or die if I do anything else to him."
"I ought to. Then I'll tie your skinny arse up and hand you back to the White Hats so they can do their oogly boogly on you."
"You're all bark and no bite, Spikey. You can't fool me." I'm taunting him. I know it and I don't care.
He lunges at me with a roar. I side step it easily, my arms folded across my chest. I cover my mouth with a yawn. He throws a wide left hook. I duck it. He catches me in the ribs with a jab. I hit back with a roundhouse. I'm rewarded with a large gash on his sharp cheekbone.
"How the hell did you stay alive for 120 years? More to the point you took out two slayers? What was their damage?" I say as I dodge another hook, grab his wrist and sling him against the wall.
"You're a bit stronger then the average slayer, or vamp for that matter now, Luv."
"And with the whining again!" I sling a stake at him. He catches it, much the way I thought he would.
"Thanks, Luv, I was a bit under equipped for this fight." He grins at me.
"You're still under equipped, Spike." I retort, launching a spinning hook kick at his temple. He ducks, but not quite fast enough. I still clip him on the head. He takes it in stride, coming back at me with a haymaker. I try to duck it, but I'm not quite fast enough. He follows up with a kidney shot and a right hook. I knee him in the groin and dance backwards while he's swearing. I don't give him a lot of time to recover. I pop him under the chin and lift him a few feet off the ground before he lands on his back. I pounce, staking him through the heart and turning him to dust before he can get his bearings.
I look back at Quentin and wrinkle my nose. "That just wasn't as fun as I thought it would be."
