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Travers raised an eyebrow to his two errant watchers and opened his briefcase. He withdrew a manila envelope and threw it on the table in front of Giles. "I think you will find this very interesting, as well as an explanation for my unannounced visit." Quentin eyed the bottle of scotch Giles seemed to always have on hand these days. Looking at Wesley he snapped his fingers. "Glass, boy."
Buffy jumped out of her seat. "Hey, wait just a minute old man. Wes is not your servant!" She gave him a withering look before heading off to the kitchen. She returned with a glass and slammed it down in front of him. "Here. It's mostly clean."
With a raised eyebrow, Travers nodded to the first slayer. "Thank you, my dear." Quite a shame about the girl, he thought as he poured a generous amount in the mostly clean glass.
Giles had opened the package Travers had brought and was shuffling through the photos. He looked up at his superior. "Who took these?" His eyes went to Wesley.
Wesley picked up a few and scanned them. "Well, I certainly did not! This is most inappropriate, even for you Travers." Several of the photos were of Buffy and Angelus in somewhat compromising positions. "I took no photos of Buffy in action, and I would never disrespect her by taking snaps like these." He looked over at Buffy and Angelus and quickly averted his eyes, a blush threatening his face.
With a questioning look, Buffy and Angelus went over to the table, taking the photos out of Wesley's hand. "Oh my god! What sort of pervs are you people?" Angelus took them out of her hand and took a look. There were photos of Buffy in battle with a particularly gruesome band of demons, as well as Angelus. But the ones that brought that pink tinge to Wesley's ears were various shots of the two of them having sex afterwards. They generally had sex after a kill and could rarely wait until they got home.
In a deathly quite voice, Angel spoke to Travers without looking up from the pictures he held in his hand. "Who else has seen these?"
With all the bravado of a very ignorant man of power, he replied. "Not that I owe any sort of explanation to you young man, but besides the person who took them, only myself and all of you. The fact that you were engaging in this sort of activity with a young girl who is underage, well sir I could have you put away for a very long time."
Because Angel's eyes were downcast, he didn't see the anger or the gold flecks begin to appear in his eyes. But Buffy was looking straight at Travers and he was quite taken aback by her reaction. He knew she had been turned, but didn't expect her to turn on him. He was, after all, her benefactor.
"You pompous asshole. Do you have any idea who you are talking to? Show a little respect for my husband. And please, show a little respect for me. I may be the slayer, but you now know I am also a vampire and my little demon is begging for me to rip your throat out and drain you dry." Her eyes had taken on a strange glow and Travers was starting to question the wisdom of coming here alone.
"Your husband indeed. You are barely 17 and even if you are emancipated," looking over at Giles, "obviously a mistake I might add, your watcher wouldn't have allowed you to make such a huge mistake." He took a gulp from the drink in his hand. "Now, if all you children would leave us we have much to discuss regarding the future of this fallen slayer."
"You have to be living in an alternate reality." Xander couldn't hold his tongue any longer. "We have all been living in the trenches the past couple of years. Saving lives, saving the world. Watching Buffy die, twice. We have all been a part of this. All you've done is sat your fat ass on your big chair at Watchers Central and read reports. You have no right to order any of us, especially Buffy, anywhere."
Cordelia smiled at Xander, "Hon, I really think Angel and Spike can handle this. We probably shouldn't be here." She looked up at the two vampires. "Right?" This guy was human and if they were going to do some violence she and Xander should not be witnesses.
"Most definitely right. You all go home and we'll talk tomorrow. You too Miss Calendar." Angel still hadn't totally regained his composure and he looked frightening to those who knew him.
Jenny looked to Giles. "Yes, go Jenny, I'll call you later."
Once the three of them had departed, Travers looked over at the foursome that included the slayer. "So, what was that all about? You tell these children when to come and go? What sort of hold do you have over them?"
Angelus looked over at Giles, who merely nodded. Angel shrugged. "Did any paper work come with those photos? Do you have any idea who I am?"
"No, and please do not assume any position of grandeur just because you are sleeping with a slayer." Travers puffed his chest out, sure in his place as alpha male in this interaction.
Buffy smiled and looked at her mate. "Well, I guess I'll do the introductions. It was rude of me not to do so when you came in." In much the same manner, but without any of the humor, she proceeded to introduce Travers to Angel, as she did to Wesley a couple of weeks before. "Quentin Travers please meet my mate Angelus, the Scourge of Europe and his childe, William the Bloody, slayer of slayers."
The look of shock on his face would've brought a chuckle to Giles had the situation not been so dire. "Yes Quentin, Angelus had been working with Buffy for the past year or so and they fell in love. Spike here," gesturing to 'William the Bloody', "He managed to stop Acathla from waking when Buffy was killed by Darla. Oh yes, and Angelus here turned Buffy to keep her from dying."
"How can you be so cavalier about this Giles? And how could you keep this from the council?" Travers was incredulous.
"Simple old man. I didn't want you out here with your troops hunting down and killing my slayer. Not until we had a chance to show you just what a slayer turned vampire with a soul can do. And to be honest, I was hoping you would never find out. She is hurting no one and is doing a tremendous amount of good." He turned to the younger watcher. "Wesley, have anything to add?"
"Indeed. Sir, her strength is beyond anything we have ever recorded! And with these two vampires fighting the fight against evil, well, it's beyond any expectations. The good that can be done, the implications are phenomenal." The eagerness and excitement elicited a chuckle from the elder watcher.
With a sad smile, Travers gave looked to Giles. "He is incredibly young and naive for his age, is he not? I still have no idea what the rest of the council was thinking sending him here, oh well what's done is done." He sat down and poured another drink. "We simply cannot have this. Slayers being turned and not losing their souls? What's to stop every slayer from doing just this same thing and living forever?"
Buffy looked confused. "Okay, so I would never have chosen this and I am sure most slayers wouldn't. But so what if they did? Like I so don't see a downside here. You'll have a super strong army of slayers getting rid of all the big bads. Please explain your complaint."
"You are obviously too young to see the implications here Miss Summers. Or Mrs. Angelus." He added with a snide tone to his voice. "I'll need time to ponder on what is to be done. Please call me a cab." He looked at the two watchers, "We'll discuss this tomorrow."
Angel stood up. "Umm, excuse me. What makes you think I am going to let you leave? Do you really think the fate of my mate, my slayer is going to be left up to you? You have a lot to learn about life on the Hellmouth. People die every, single day here. Never to be heard from again. An old man like you? Here alone? You are the perfect candidate for a milk carton ad."
A tinge of fear shone in Travers eyes, but was quickly concealed. "She may be a vampire and she may be your mate, but she is first and foremost a slayer. She will not allow you to kill a human." He looked over at Buffy with authority and confidence.
Buffy shrugged. "For the moment." She looked directly into Travers eyes. "But make no mistake, I will not allow you to harm me or mine. I will do whatever it takes to make sure no one that I love gets hurt. And I have the power and the resources. We're on my turf Mr. Travers. I'll give you a chance to think on this." She looked over at Angel and Spike. "We'll give you a chance. But don't count so heavily on my humanity. From the stories I've heard, humanity isn't exactly a key word at the council headquarters." She rose from her seat, walked to Giles and whispered in his ear. "I'll protect you from yourself if I have to." She kissed him and went to the three members of her clan. "We're off then."
"Are you bloody serious? Come on slayer, this involves all of us." Spike wasn't going to allow the slayer to endanger either his sire or his future mate.
"We'll give him time boy. We know where he is." Angelus walked up to Travers. "Don't fuck with us old man. We are the Order of Aurelius and we are stronger than you will ever know. We'll see you tomorrow." He turned, motioning for the other three to follow.
Quentin Travers watched the four vampires leave, trying to quell the shiver that threatened to escape. He turned to Giles and Wyndam-Pryce. "I can quite see why you might've kept this from me Rupert. It is more than apparent you have become too personal with your slayer. But you Wesley? How could you not report this? A slayer turned? Her lover the scourge of Europe? William the Bloody?" He sat back down and poured another drink.
"Well sir, because they were all afraid of how the council would react and they are doing enormous amounts of good. And by your reaction, I can see that their fears were well founded." Wesley couldn't help but voice his disappointment and disapproval.
"Boy, you have no idea what the council is all about. The pressures, the legacy. And this, well this could ruin what took a thousand years to build."
Giles shook his head. "Well Quentin, I think it might just be high time the council entered the 21st century, don't you?"
"You obviously are not in the position to judge Rupert. Now please call me a cab. I have much to consider. Things are not as simple as I first assumed and I am very tired. Need time to think." The older man rubbed his eyes and set down his glass. "She is a ballsy one, isn't she?"
"Indeed. Wes, why don't you take my car and drop Travers off at his hotel? You can return my car tomorrow." Giles was exhausted and wanted both members of the council out of his home. He had much to think of, as well.
"Yes Mr. Giles, thank you. That would be fine." He turned to his superior. "Sir? Shall we go?"
"Tomorrow Rupert. And this will not be an easy one."
The ride to Travers hotel was made in silence, both men pondering their part in the path the Council would tread. "Wyndam-Pryce, please come upstairs, I need to discuss a few things with you before we meet with Mr. Giles."
"Sir, I'm sure all this can wait for us to all be together?" Wes didn't want to speak behind the back of the slayer's watcher. He felt he owed him that much respect.
"Just hear me out Wesley. Nothing will be decided, I just need you to hear my side before this all becomes personal."
"Yes, of course sir."
"So, do you think that Travers man will leave us alone?" Willow was afraid for Buffy. She didn't even stop to think what might happen to herself in all this.
"Not in this lifetime pet." Spike looked over at his sire's stoic stare. "For fuck's sake Angelus, why didn't we just kill the bloody man?"
Angel stopped the car in the driveway. "I am not getting into this right now Spike. We'll take later." He was seething from the fact that there was someone out there spying on him and Buffy. Taking photos of them. Granted, they did fuck right out in the middle of a cemetery, but to take photos and send them to England. He would find out who did this and when he did, their life wouldn't be worth the price of film.
"Angelus, don't blow me off…"
Buffy gave Spike a warning look. "We'll take later Spike. I need to get Angel up to bed. Okay?" Her eyes pleaded with him to drop it. Angelus was filled with hate and anger and she was sure if pushed he would take it out on Spike.
"Yeah, it's fine Buffy. Spike and I need a snack. We'll see you this afternoon." She opened the car door and pulled Spike after her. "Hungry, very hungry. Come on. Now."
He shrugged and followed Willow, "Fine then. Just bloody fine."
Once they had gone into the house, Buffy turned to Angelus. "Babe, talk to me."
"Some body in this town is going to die a very horrible death Buffy. And I will hear nothing from you regarding this. Do I make myself clear?" His voice was icy cold.
"Yes. But Angel, you have to admit, those pictures were awfully hot. You really have a superb ass." She ran her tongue over his bottom lip.
"Buff, I am not in the mood for this right now. Someone infringed upon mine. And that is not something I can accept." He was staring straight ahead and the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice frightened her a little.
"I know babe, but they didn't take me. They just took a picture. Come on, relax. Let it go until you find out who did it. Please." She had to diffuse him before tomorrow. Buffy didn't want him killing all three members of the council in a snit of revenge.
Angel took a deep, unneeded breath. "Okay, let's go in. I need you. Now."
"Do you think Angel's going to be okay? He seems so wigged by those photos." Willow had followed Spike into his room, sipping from her plastic cup of blood.
"Someone invaded his territory. She's his mate and someone saw something they shouldn't have. And believe me poppet, they will pay." He gave Willow a very wicked smile.
"Well, they should. Although, Buffy and Angel really should've waited until they got home. I mean, sex on a headstone. It's all out in the open. People could see. And they did." She sounded a bit shocked by it all. And she was.
"Oh pet. Sometimes you just can't wait and when you gotta have it you gotta have it." He took the cup out of her hand and pulled her to him. "I feel like that quite often these days." Spike nibbled at her neck, causing shivers to race through Willows body and her nipples to harden. Gods, she thought, I so should've put my bra on when we went out. He lowered his head and lightly bit at the hardened nubs through her t-shirt. Willow moaned and pushed away from him.
Spike turned from her, not sure he could look at her without throwing her on the bed and fucking her whether she wanted to or not. He heard his mattress depress and turned to find a very naked Willow on his sheets. She gave a little shrug. "I really want you but I'm so afraid I'll disappoint. Show me what you want. Please." She held her arms out to him and Spike thought he might just explode on the spot.
Afraid to move, Spike had to ask, "Are you sure Will?"
"Oh, I'm sure." She gave a nervous giggle. "Please Spike. Just a little self-conscious laying here naked. It would really help if you were naked too. If you wait too long the nervous rambling will begin and I am totally sure it'll be a deal breaker."
"Oh sweet, nothing could break this deal." He smiled down at her and removed his clothes in record time leaving Willow with no doubt that he wanted her too.
"Wow, I guess you're ready too."
"Baby, you have no idea." Spike began at her feet, kissing his way up her body until he came to the juncture between her legs. He looked up at her to make sure she was ready for his next foray into her body. He had touched her, but so far he hadn't used his mouth, afraid she would be too skittish. But the passion in her eyes gave him permission and he began to give her pleasure in a way she didn't know existed. Spike moved up to her mouth, sharing her taste with her. "Bet you never realized just how good you tasted did you love?" His voice was deep with passion and Willow could only nod, speech seemingly forgotten. She arched herself against him, feeling his hardness, anticipating his entrance into her.
"Please Spike" She surprised herself at the husky tone her voice taken on.
"Oh yes Willow, I'll please you." He placed his fingers between them, making sure she was still ready and wasn't surprised when she instantly climaxed at his prodding. He drew her legs up to his hips, spreading her, making her ready for him to enter. And then he slid in, slowly, tentatively at first, not wanting to cause too much pain. But the moment Willow felt him, she bucked up, wanting all of him. She felt as if this was something she had been waiting for forever. "Yes Spike, please, yes. Now."
"Oh baby yes. Now and always."
Angelus had lifted Buffy into his arms and carried her into their room. The feeling of ownership, possession was overwhelming to him. That someone other than him had seen her climax was almost enough to make him run though the streets of Sunnydale killing anyone or anything that crossed his path. The rage, the anger was almost uncontrollable. He tossed Buffy onto their bed and ripped the clothing from his body. Then he reached for her and did the same. Without any preamble Angelus spread Buffy's legs and pushed into her, thrusting in and out, pounding her against the mattress and unbelievable to him was the fact that she was ready.
Buffy knew instinctively that her mate had to mark her. Cast out any imagined remnants of a stranger knowing their most intimate habits. She turned her head aside, allowing him access to his mark. Waiting for him to bite down. When he did, they both climaxed with a roar rivaling each other. She had no idea she could be so primal, but the fact that someone had seem him as well as her pushed her over the edge as well. She just didn't want to show it to Angelus. He was her sire, her mate, her lover. And she would always bow to him, in the bedroom at least.
They both seemed to have lost track of time, of all things civilized. And when it was over, Angel lay on his back, bringing her with him, rubbing small circles on her back. She was his mate, his equal in all things. Tonight proved this to him. "Did I hurt you?"
"A little. Did I hurt you?" She spoke into his chest, too satiated to really move.
"A little."
She propped herself up on his chest to look into his eyes. "I felt it too baby. I needed it too."
He hadn't opened his eyes. "I'll do anything, kill anyone, for you. Do you realize that? My demon will come out to protect you. Can you live with this?"
"There isn't anything you can do that I can't accept. You are my life." She moaned, "Sleep now, I am totally exhausted after that. I thought we had done it all, but I can see we have a whole lot to look forward to."
He chuckled. "I still have lots to teach you." He pulled the sheet over them. "Buffy?"
"Ummm?"
"I love you."
She smiled, "Love you too."
On the way up to Travers room, Wesley couldn't shake the feeling that something didn't feel quite right. Of course, the fact that Travers probably wanted his assistance in killing the slayer didn't put him in a very positive frame of mind.
"Did you hear what I said Wyndam-Pryce?"
"So sorry sir, my mind was elsewhere."
"Well, bring what little of it you still have back to the present. I am about to share something with you that very few watchers have ever been privy to. But these are dire times and I am going to need your help." Travers opened the door to his room and went to switch on the light only to discover the bulb was apparently burnt out. "Bloody incompetent!"
As he went further into the room, Wesley sensed something was out of sorts. He reached out for Travers sleeve. "Sir, I have a feeling…" Wes felt a sharp pain in his head just before losing consciousness.