Chapter 4:
Rome Dance Club
Sunday Night...
The same dance club that Buffy visited two nights ago was now quiet for the Sunday night. Then the back door opened and three men entered and behind them was a man who seemed to act as if he had the world in his hands. He seemed powerful and overconfident of himself. He of course was the one and only, The Immortal.
The Immortal and his groupies walked over to a table in the dance club and sat down and waited. A few moments passed until they were surrounded by club waiters with food and drinks. The bartender that Buffy talked to earlier in the week was also there.
"The usual sir?" the bartender asked The Immortal.
"Of course...Marco is it?" The Immortal asked as he lit up a cigarette. The Immortal also had a strong Italian accent but his English was understandable.
"Yes...I'm glad you remembered sir." Marco smiled and rushed to get The Immortal's drink.
The Immortal and his men talked in a hush voice until the bartender came back.
"Here you go sir." Marco said and hand The Immortal his drink.
"Grazie." The Immortal said and took a sip of his beverage, "How has things been around here? Business good for you?" The Immortal asked.
"Yes sir." Macro said. The Immortal seemed to have the reputation of being The Godfather. When people helped him he looked out for them. If one of his buddies was hurt or offended so was The Immortal.
"There was a girl looking for you a few nights ago sir." Marco said.
"A girl..." The Immortal took a drag of his cigarette, "There are always girls looking for me..." he smiled.
"She was American...I didn't catch her name...she seemed very...peculiar..." Marco said.
"Peculiar?" The Immortal puffed out some smoke, "How so?"
"Well...I'm not sure...she seemed to be inquisitive about where you go and if you were at all suspicious." Marco said.
"No..." Marco said sadly. He didn't want to fail The Immortal.
The Immortal took another puff of smoke and thought for a moment.
"Do you have security tapes?" the Immortal asked.
"Uh...yeah..." Marco said and scampered off.
Twenty minutes later everyone was gathered around the video piece of Buffy walking in and talking to the bartender, Marco.
"Zoom in." The Immortal ordered.
Marco pressed a few buttons and the picture on the screen went to a closer image of the side of Buffy's face.
One of The Immortal's men whispered in The Immortal's ear.
"Do you know her?" Marco asked.
"She's the Slayer..." The Immortal simply said while staring at Buffy's image.
"The Slayer? I thought there is more than one now?" Marco asked and looked back the video.
"There is...but she's The Slayer...the original one." The Immortal said.
"Oh...but I thought you..." Marco started but didn't finish his sentence and looked up at the Immortal who was starting to walk away from the video and pace.
"That's what I thought ..." The Immortal said and continued to pace with the cigarette in his hand and a couple times took a drag.
"I thought you killed her." Marco said and looked at The Immortal for a reaction, "Wasn't that your plan?"
"It is the plan...I thought it was already fulfilled..." The Immortal said.
"Uh...boss?" One of The Immortal's men spoke up.
Marco and The Immortal turned there attention to the man.
"What?" The Immortal asked, he really wasn't in the mood.
"The plan worked... but...The Slayer wasn't the one fulfilling what we set out to do." The man said.
"Continue..." The Immortal said.
"We were informed, sir, that the sarcophagus was some how pulled from our position and delivered to Wolfram and Hart." The man said.
"It wasn't delivered to the Watcher's Council to Buffy Summers?" The Immortal asked.
"No...it went to L.A" the man said.
"We were informed that the spirit of Illyria, which was meant for Buffy Summers, was put into another girl that worked at Wolfram and Hart in L.A. The Slayer isn't dead." the man explained.
The Immortal sighed, "Damn." He muttered.