Three Slayers 14C
Faith sauntered into the Mayor's office, her casualness making her anxiety. "It's done boss, Fang's toast."
"Not quite," the Mayor's expression was unreadable. "I understand you merely winged Angel."
"Well yeah," Faith admitted. This was the tricky part, if Wilkins didn't like her explanation she was dead meat. "Thing is I figured, the poison still works not matter how bad the wound right?" After a second, the black arts mage nodded. "Then I figured," she began to pace the floor before the century old man's desk. "I kill Fang straight off with one blow, what happens? B gets pissed, real pissed, and comes straight after me. If she has to watch the bastard die slowly, painfully," Faith hid her fear behind a smirk, god he had to buy this. "Then her spirit will be crushed, for a few days at least. And then you'll be all ascended and game over."
For a long second Wilkins sat in his leather chair, staring at her. Then, just as she was about to dive out of the second floor window, a beaming smile cracked the politician's inscrutable mask. "Why you're just the complete package aren't you?" the public servant commented as he stood and made his way around the desk to stand before her. "Looks, brains, and spirit." To her surprise, Faith felt a faint stirring of pride at the man's compliment. Suddenly her face exploded in pain as the Mayor backhanded her across the mouth, knocking her back a step. "But next time I give an order, I expect you to follow it to the letter. I can't show favouritism, not even to you, understand?"
Faith dabbed gingerly at her bloodied lip. "I understand," she replied dutifully, ignoring the searing urge to launch a futile attack. The injury would heal in a minute or two but the memory of it would remain. The last guy to hit her ended up with his face splattered against the wall of a Boston alley. Wilkins was going to get worse, much worse.
"Good girl, now how about some ice-cream?"
* * *
"Help me!" Buffy screamed as she kicked open the mansion doors, her panic not completely faked. In an instance, the others, called by her frenzied phone call, sprang up.
"What's up!" exclaimed Willow.
"Faith shot Angel with some sort of arrow," she sobbed. "It missed his heart but did something weird -."
"Buffy," her head snapped towards a fraught-looking Giles. They all had so much riding on Xander's plan. "Take him through into his bed room, Kendra you help Buffy with Angel." The Watcher turned to the others. "No, you wait here, in case Faith's followed Buffy to finish off the job."
Once in the back room, Buffy placed her boyfriend's wildly convulsing body down on the bed. Kendra helped her hold him down as Giles hurried through into the kitchen and returned carrying the six pints of blood her, Kendra, and Faith had all given in the past twenty-four hours. "Hold his mouth open while I feed him," the Englishman instructed urgently. For a second she just gazed at her boyfriend, shocked beyond measure at what Faith had done. "Buffy!"
"Oh sorry," immediately she bent over and grabbed Angel's lower jaw, forcing it open while Xander and Kendra restrained his writhing body. After nodding at her, her Watcher and surrogate father began pouring into her boyfriend's mouth. One bag gone, no change. Two, still nothing. Three, the same. Four, the flickering of something in her love's eyes or was it just wistful thinking? Five, Buffy's heart leapt as some semblance of intelligence returned to her boyfriend's eyes. After the sixth, he managed to pull himself upright. "You're alright!" she shrieked before grabbing Angel around the neck.
"Thanks to your blood and Xander's plan," her boyfriend nodded at Xander before turning back to her. "Do your stuff Buff."
Nodding slowly, she made her way downstairs. After taking a breath, she shoved the door open. "A...angel's dead," the words spoken, she stumbled forward into Wesley's waiting arms. After turning from the others to give the younger Watcher a quick wink, she turned back to her friends. "The poison killed him."
* * *
"You want me to kill this guy Worth, why boss?" Faith's heart was pounding, murder, this was the big leagues, there was no way she could get to Xander and get a new plan, she knew from last night's report that Xander's plan for rescuing Angel had worked. But this time she was on her own.
"He is a paleontologist dear."
"Uh?"
"He researches dinosaurs and worked on a dig where he believes he found the remains of a new breed of dinosaur. However, this dinosaur was in fact an ascended demon. If the papers fell into the hands of your former companions...."
"Five by five," Faith nodded, she had the beginnings of a plan. "I'll get right on it. Tell me more boss, I'll need to pick up those papers while I'm there."
* * *
A knock sounded on the door inside the old-fashionally furnished apartment. Lester Worth looked up in surprise, circumstances and nature had made him a solitary man, he was unused to visitors after college hours. After a second he hurried over to the door and opened it..
For a moment he just stared at the jaw-dropping beauty stood leaning against the door, smirking slightly. Then remembering his manners, he found his voice. "Hello," he said shyly. He was well aware of his own lack of looks and was more comfortable with his books and own company.
The girl's smile widened. "Hi, I'm looking for Professor Worth."
"Oh, well, that's me, but I should ask you to come back during office hours. Students generally make an appointment."
The girl stode, uninvited, into his apartment. "I'm not a student. I work for Mayor Wilkins, name's Faith," she replied. "The boss is a big fan, Prof."
"Oh, Lester's fine," he replied uncertainly.
"We alone here Lest?" Faith asked.
"Life long bachelor."
The beatuiful brunette grinned at him. "I can dig needing your own space, but how come some lucky lady hasn't snagged a hunk like you?"
Lester reddened, he sensed the girl was teasing him but there was something off-putting about her that stopped him from reproaching her. "A hunk, me?"
"Oh I bet you were a wild one back in the day," the raven-haired beauty's face turned serious as she laid a hand on his shoulder. Surprised by the gesture he stepped back. "Hate to break it to you bud, but the Mayor wants you dead."
"Young lady, I don't think I app-," his voice trailed off when the teen pulled out an evil-looking knife. It wasn't a joke. "He . . . he . . . he wants me dead? Why?"
The sultry teen looked down at her knife and threw it into the wall behind him.. "Don't worry I'm one of the good guys, working undercover," she reassured him. "I'm not going to hurt you. Something to do with a study you did in New Zealand back in '81. Remember that?"
Lester tore his eyes away from the knife jutting out of his wall. Somehow he guessed his guest was as dangerous with or without her weapon. "Oh yes, I remember. I found a new species."
Faith nodded. "Got the papers?"
"Um yes,"
"Get them."
There was something unyielding in the girl's tone that compelled him to obey her. Within a few seconds she'd found them. "Here they are," his voice quavered and his hand trembled as he offered the papers to the brunette.
Instead of taking them the teen looked behind him. "That a photocopier?"
"Yes."
"Photocopy them for me."
He obeyed immediately, unnerved by the power he sensed in the intruder. Once he'd finished he handed the copies over to the girl. "What's this about? Are you going to kill me?"
"It's complicated," the teen shook her head. "As to the killing thing, nah, like I said I'm a white hat. But I need to store you out of the way."
"You can't just kidnap me!"
"See here's the thing," the beautiful teen's eyes chilled, becoming chips of black ice. "If I leave you around I'm dead. And if I don't kill you the Mayor will only send one after you, someone real mean, not nice and cuddly like me."
Worth swallowed. "Very well," he nodded reluctantly.
The girl's face relaxed, breaking out into a beaming smile. "Smart guy," she praised before lifting the phone. "Now ring the dean's office and tell them you've been called away on a family emergency." The brunette's grin widened. "You're gonna love your new roomie."
* * *
"Yo Fang!"
Angel came out of his bedroom to see Faith and a short, chubby man in his early-sixties stood in his lounge. "Faith," he nodded at the third Slayer. "Good shot with the bow by the way," he turned his gaze on the Bostonian's companion. "Who's he?"
"Proffesor Worth, your house guest."
"What!"
"Wilkins wanted me to kill him, I have to make sure he's out of sight, you'll have to babysit."
"Kill him, why?"
"Last time a demon ascended," the man with Faith gasped. "It left behind a fossil," the Slayer reached into her jacket and pulled out a sheaf of papers. "Here's the report he made. We got a deal?"
He nodded reluctantly. "Five by five, thanks Fang."
Once the Bostonian had disappeared, the proffesor turned to him. "Uh, why did Faith call you Fang?"
Angel forced back the urge to groan. He guessed the next couple of days were going to be long.
* * *
Faith dropped down into the chair opposite the Mayor. If he didn't accept her excuses.... "We've got a problem boss."
The Mayor raised an eyebrow. "Really? Do tell."
"I went round to Worth's apartment, nobody there. Went to the dean's office, turns out there's been some family shit going down. He phoned about his sis being ill or some shit."
"How unfortunate," Wilkins commented.
"Yeah," Faith nodded. "But," she reached into her jacket and pulled out the original papers. "I found these."
The Mayor beamed. "Ah, splendid, such initative. That's the important thing."
"Thanks boss," Faith sent out a silent thankful prayer.
"Now, to deal with Mr. Harris."
Faith hid a smile. "Tonight boss."
* * *
"Hey Xman."
Xander's heart stopped as Faith stepped out of the shadows, her slender hips swaying sensually as she stalked towards him. Suddenly, despite knowing the plan, the alley seemed a lot smaller. "F..Faith," his trembling voice wasn't a complete act. "The others aren't far behind," he warned.
His friend's full lips parted in a crooked grin he knew so well. "Shame Xman," the brunette chuckled throatily. "I'd have liked to take my time with you." She raised an eyebrow, the signal that her attack was about to begin. "Stay back boys," she growled to the vampires behind her.
Immediately he let out a shout. "Gu-ugh!" He grunted as the Slayer's heel slammed into his chest, the force of the blow managing to crack the kevlar vest he was wearing beneath his clothes in readiness for the attack and sending him crashing into some stuffed to capacity garbage bags. Before he had time to rise the raven-haired demon hunter drove the point of her boot into his groin. Even though the east coast native pulled her kick at the last moment and even though he was wearing a cup, the air exploded from his body, causing him to dry heave.
"Sorry X," the Bostonian leaned over him, giving him a wonderful view down her black training top, not that he was in any condition to enjoy it. The brunette smashed a fist into his jaw, causing him to bite down on the food colouring capsule he'd put in his mouth spraying out a red mist.
Suddenly there was a shout from one of the vampires. "Slayer! The other Slayers are here!"
"Fuck!" his friend winked him before straigtening and giving him a light, but still painful, kick in the ribs. "Been fun Xman, see ya!"
Once the Bostonian had disappeared into the night, Kendra eased him to his feet. "She didn't hurt you too much did she?" his girlfriend asked.
"We have got to get some plan which don't involve me getting beaten up," he moaned as he looked at Buffy, Kendra, Giles and Wesley.
"You think you've got problems," Kendra complained. "I'm going for a swim in half a hour."
Faith sauntered into the Mayor's office, her casualness making her anxiety. "It's done boss, Fang's toast."
"Not quite," the Mayor's expression was unreadable. "I understand you merely winged Angel."
"Well yeah," Faith admitted. This was the tricky part, if Wilkins didn't like her explanation she was dead meat. "Thing is I figured, the poison still works not matter how bad the wound right?" After a second, the black arts mage nodded. "Then I figured," she began to pace the floor before the century old man's desk. "I kill Fang straight off with one blow, what happens? B gets pissed, real pissed, and comes straight after me. If she has to watch the bastard die slowly, painfully," Faith hid her fear behind a smirk, god he had to buy this. "Then her spirit will be crushed, for a few days at least. And then you'll be all ascended and game over."
For a long second Wilkins sat in his leather chair, staring at her. Then, just as she was about to dive out of the second floor window, a beaming smile cracked the politician's inscrutable mask. "Why you're just the complete package aren't you?" the public servant commented as he stood and made his way around the desk to stand before her. "Looks, brains, and spirit." To her surprise, Faith felt a faint stirring of pride at the man's compliment. Suddenly her face exploded in pain as the Mayor backhanded her across the mouth, knocking her back a step. "But next time I give an order, I expect you to follow it to the letter. I can't show favouritism, not even to you, understand?"
Faith dabbed gingerly at her bloodied lip. "I understand," she replied dutifully, ignoring the searing urge to launch a futile attack. The injury would heal in a minute or two but the memory of it would remain. The last guy to hit her ended up with his face splattered against the wall of a Boston alley. Wilkins was going to get worse, much worse.
"Good girl, now how about some ice-cream?"
* * *
"Help me!" Buffy screamed as she kicked open the mansion doors, her panic not completely faked. In an instance, the others, called by her frenzied phone call, sprang up.
"What's up!" exclaimed Willow.
"Faith shot Angel with some sort of arrow," she sobbed. "It missed his heart but did something weird -."
"Buffy," her head snapped towards a fraught-looking Giles. They all had so much riding on Xander's plan. "Take him through into his bed room, Kendra you help Buffy with Angel." The Watcher turned to the others. "No, you wait here, in case Faith's followed Buffy to finish off the job."
Once in the back room, Buffy placed her boyfriend's wildly convulsing body down on the bed. Kendra helped her hold him down as Giles hurried through into the kitchen and returned carrying the six pints of blood her, Kendra, and Faith had all given in the past twenty-four hours. "Hold his mouth open while I feed him," the Englishman instructed urgently. For a second she just gazed at her boyfriend, shocked beyond measure at what Faith had done. "Buffy!"
"Oh sorry," immediately she bent over and grabbed Angel's lower jaw, forcing it open while Xander and Kendra restrained his writhing body. After nodding at her, her Watcher and surrogate father began pouring into her boyfriend's mouth. One bag gone, no change. Two, still nothing. Three, the same. Four, the flickering of something in her love's eyes or was it just wistful thinking? Five, Buffy's heart leapt as some semblance of intelligence returned to her boyfriend's eyes. After the sixth, he managed to pull himself upright. "You're alright!" she shrieked before grabbing Angel around the neck.
"Thanks to your blood and Xander's plan," her boyfriend nodded at Xander before turning back to her. "Do your stuff Buff."
Nodding slowly, she made her way downstairs. After taking a breath, she shoved the door open. "A...angel's dead," the words spoken, she stumbled forward into Wesley's waiting arms. After turning from the others to give the younger Watcher a quick wink, she turned back to her friends. "The poison killed him."
* * *
"You want me to kill this guy Worth, why boss?" Faith's heart was pounding, murder, this was the big leagues, there was no way she could get to Xander and get a new plan, she knew from last night's report that Xander's plan for rescuing Angel had worked. But this time she was on her own.
"He is a paleontologist dear."
"Uh?"
"He researches dinosaurs and worked on a dig where he believes he found the remains of a new breed of dinosaur. However, this dinosaur was in fact an ascended demon. If the papers fell into the hands of your former companions...."
"Five by five," Faith nodded, she had the beginnings of a plan. "I'll get right on it. Tell me more boss, I'll need to pick up those papers while I'm there."
* * *
A knock sounded on the door inside the old-fashionally furnished apartment. Lester Worth looked up in surprise, circumstances and nature had made him a solitary man, he was unused to visitors after college hours. After a second he hurried over to the door and opened it..
For a moment he just stared at the jaw-dropping beauty stood leaning against the door, smirking slightly. Then remembering his manners, he found his voice. "Hello," he said shyly. He was well aware of his own lack of looks and was more comfortable with his books and own company.
The girl's smile widened. "Hi, I'm looking for Professor Worth."
"Oh, well, that's me, but I should ask you to come back during office hours. Students generally make an appointment."
The girl stode, uninvited, into his apartment. "I'm not a student. I work for Mayor Wilkins, name's Faith," she replied. "The boss is a big fan, Prof."
"Oh, Lester's fine," he replied uncertainly.
"We alone here Lest?" Faith asked.
"Life long bachelor."
The beatuiful brunette grinned at him. "I can dig needing your own space, but how come some lucky lady hasn't snagged a hunk like you?"
Lester reddened, he sensed the girl was teasing him but there was something off-putting about her that stopped him from reproaching her. "A hunk, me?"
"Oh I bet you were a wild one back in the day," the raven-haired beauty's face turned serious as she laid a hand on his shoulder. Surprised by the gesture he stepped back. "Hate to break it to you bud, but the Mayor wants you dead."
"Young lady, I don't think I app-," his voice trailed off when the teen pulled out an evil-looking knife. It wasn't a joke. "He . . . he . . . he wants me dead? Why?"
The sultry teen looked down at her knife and threw it into the wall behind him.. "Don't worry I'm one of the good guys, working undercover," she reassured him. "I'm not going to hurt you. Something to do with a study you did in New Zealand back in '81. Remember that?"
Lester tore his eyes away from the knife jutting out of his wall. Somehow he guessed his guest was as dangerous with or without her weapon. "Oh yes, I remember. I found a new species."
Faith nodded. "Got the papers?"
"Um yes,"
"Get them."
There was something unyielding in the girl's tone that compelled him to obey her. Within a few seconds she'd found them. "Here they are," his voice quavered and his hand trembled as he offered the papers to the brunette.
Instead of taking them the teen looked behind him. "That a photocopier?"
"Yes."
"Photocopy them for me."
He obeyed immediately, unnerved by the power he sensed in the intruder. Once he'd finished he handed the copies over to the girl. "What's this about? Are you going to kill me?"
"It's complicated," the teen shook her head. "As to the killing thing, nah, like I said I'm a white hat. But I need to store you out of the way."
"You can't just kidnap me!"
"See here's the thing," the beautiful teen's eyes chilled, becoming chips of black ice. "If I leave you around I'm dead. And if I don't kill you the Mayor will only send one after you, someone real mean, not nice and cuddly like me."
Worth swallowed. "Very well," he nodded reluctantly.
The girl's face relaxed, breaking out into a beaming smile. "Smart guy," she praised before lifting the phone. "Now ring the dean's office and tell them you've been called away on a family emergency." The brunette's grin widened. "You're gonna love your new roomie."
* * *
"Yo Fang!"
Angel came out of his bedroom to see Faith and a short, chubby man in his early-sixties stood in his lounge. "Faith," he nodded at the third Slayer. "Good shot with the bow by the way," he turned his gaze on the Bostonian's companion. "Who's he?"
"Proffesor Worth, your house guest."
"What!"
"Wilkins wanted me to kill him, I have to make sure he's out of sight, you'll have to babysit."
"Kill him, why?"
"Last time a demon ascended," the man with Faith gasped. "It left behind a fossil," the Slayer reached into her jacket and pulled out a sheaf of papers. "Here's the report he made. We got a deal?"
He nodded reluctantly. "Five by five, thanks Fang."
Once the Bostonian had disappeared, the proffesor turned to him. "Uh, why did Faith call you Fang?"
Angel forced back the urge to groan. He guessed the next couple of days were going to be long.
* * *
Faith dropped down into the chair opposite the Mayor. If he didn't accept her excuses.... "We've got a problem boss."
The Mayor raised an eyebrow. "Really? Do tell."
"I went round to Worth's apartment, nobody there. Went to the dean's office, turns out there's been some family shit going down. He phoned about his sis being ill or some shit."
"How unfortunate," Wilkins commented.
"Yeah," Faith nodded. "But," she reached into her jacket and pulled out the original papers. "I found these."
The Mayor beamed. "Ah, splendid, such initative. That's the important thing."
"Thanks boss," Faith sent out a silent thankful prayer.
"Now, to deal with Mr. Harris."
Faith hid a smile. "Tonight boss."
* * *
"Hey Xman."
Xander's heart stopped as Faith stepped out of the shadows, her slender hips swaying sensually as she stalked towards him. Suddenly, despite knowing the plan, the alley seemed a lot smaller. "F..Faith," his trembling voice wasn't a complete act. "The others aren't far behind," he warned.
His friend's full lips parted in a crooked grin he knew so well. "Shame Xman," the brunette chuckled throatily. "I'd have liked to take my time with you." She raised an eyebrow, the signal that her attack was about to begin. "Stay back boys," she growled to the vampires behind her.
Immediately he let out a shout. "Gu-ugh!" He grunted as the Slayer's heel slammed into his chest, the force of the blow managing to crack the kevlar vest he was wearing beneath his clothes in readiness for the attack and sending him crashing into some stuffed to capacity garbage bags. Before he had time to rise the raven-haired demon hunter drove the point of her boot into his groin. Even though the east coast native pulled her kick at the last moment and even though he was wearing a cup, the air exploded from his body, causing him to dry heave.
"Sorry X," the Bostonian leaned over him, giving him a wonderful view down her black training top, not that he was in any condition to enjoy it. The brunette smashed a fist into his jaw, causing him to bite down on the food colouring capsule he'd put in his mouth spraying out a red mist.
Suddenly there was a shout from one of the vampires. "Slayer! The other Slayers are here!"
"Fuck!" his friend winked him before straigtening and giving him a light, but still painful, kick in the ribs. "Been fun Xman, see ya!"
Once the Bostonian had disappeared into the night, Kendra eased him to his feet. "She didn't hurt you too much did she?" his girlfriend asked.
"We have got to get some plan which don't involve me getting beaten up," he moaned as he looked at Buffy, Kendra, Giles and Wesley.
"You think you've got problems," Kendra complained. "I'm going for a swim in half a hour."