Chapter Two

"January, 1800." He began to read. "After many years of saving money and gaining the necessary machines we have managed to set up The Initiative with the help of General Briggs." Giles paused and appeared to skim through the page. "After many years of dealing with minor demons and weaker vampires," He continued. "We have decided to take on a more powerful vampire in hopes of learning the differences that come with age."

"Idiots." Buffy muttered. "Weak yet willing to go after a Master." She snorted, eyes still glued on Giles in interest. Giles quirked a grin and picked up about halfway down the next page.

"We have found the perfect subject in one William the Bloody, also know as Spike. He is around the two hundred year mark, and childe to one Angelus. Sources show however that the patriarch of the Order of Aurelius is missing in action, thus leaving his clan unprotected and in disarray and giving us the perfect opportunity to grab an elder."

"Angel is the head of a whole clan?" Buffy asked curiously. "He never told me."

"Yes, I'm sure he's just waiting for the right moment. But while we're on the topic, I'll tell you a little about the Order myself." Buffy nodded. "It's one of the oldest, for one, and branches off of the Master himself." Buffy blinked. "In fact, if my sources are correct then Angelus is the Grandchilde of the Master. Darla was Angelus' Sire, and I believe she was Sired by the Master."

"I'm guessing they're majorly old?" Giles nodded.

"Now, the Order was broken up in the year that is written about in here. My guess is that this was when Angelus gained his soul."

"Makes sense."

"Now, continuing with this." Giles said, turning back to the book. "I accompanied a squad of twenty men to capture the vampire, who will now be known as Hostile Seventeen, and am writing this as I watch them prepare to capture the vampire……" Giles went silent as he read what Buffy assumed were the details of the trap. "He has arrived. I can see him, standing in the clearing." Giles started again. "He's got platinum dyed hair, odd if I say so myself, and he's quite well built. He's wearing black jeans, a black tee, a red button down that's unbuttoned, and a long leather coat. If I weren't quite safe in my camper I would be quite terrified of him."

"I would be too from the sound of him." Buffy said.

"Yes, I agree." Giles said before continuing. "I can see that he's confused, wary. He senses us I think but he can't get a lock on us. Magic sure is a wonderful thing. He's moving closer to the center, where we've placed a net trap. Now he's nervous, looking around. He's actually sniffing the air, it's amazing."

"Is this guy British? Cuz no offense to you but he sounds like you." Giles rolled his eyes. "Sounds like a Watcher too."

"He's stepped into the trap and he let out a roar as he's swept up. It's amazing that one that looks much like a human can make such animalistic sounds. He's in full vampire face and struggling. The nets beginning to rip but my men are already surrounding them, tranquilizers and tazers in place. He's managed to break through the net and lands on all fours. Oh dear lord he looks ferocious!"

"He's British." Buffy said. "Unless there's a picture in there…." Giles shook his head and tilted the book so she could see. Sure enough there was a crudely drawn picture of Spike in his vampire guise. Buffy shuddered. "So that was your dear lord."

"Afraid so." Giles cleared his throat and began again. "He's fighting hard. He's downed at least four of my men and I can tell the others are tiring. But so is he. He's more sluggish than before and he's favoring his left leg. It looks like he's been burnt by the tazers, but miraculously the coat is undamaged. It must have a magical charm on it to keep it in good condition." Giles paused.

"What?"

"The rest of this is horribly graphic and I don't want to read it out loud." Buffy opened her mouth to complain, but her shushed her. "You can take it and read it after I'm done." Buffy nodded. Giles finally continued what looked like three pages later. "He's been contained. It took four hours and all but eight of my men are dead or injured badly. He is quite strong and I can't wait to get him back to the lab to test him. But something tells me it won't be for a few months, as we have to get all of this energy out of him somehow…" He stopped. "The rest of this is only how they got him back to the lab, until we hit July of the same year period."

"Wow. Well, I only saw some of the cells on the tour but they looked tiny to me. Maybe it was because the demons were huge, but still. I also saw some of the lab rooms, not very pretty. They wouldn't tell me anything about what they did or why, but I'm guessing this book will shed some light on it?"

"Yes. Do you want to continue or take a break?"

"Continue. I have plenty of time and I'm as curious as you are." Buffy said with a sheepish grin. Giles nodded.

"July, 1800. Due to the overwhelming responsibility I have I am unable to make daily, or even monthly, logs of my progress with any of our subjects. So I have decided to do an entry three times a year; at the beginning, middle, and end not including the little notes I'll jot down that I think are of importance. They will be added into this log…." Giles paused with an eye roll until he hit something on the next page. "Hostile Seventeen has finally given up. When we brought him to the lab in January, he was too dangerous to even approach. We fed him drugged packets of blood by means of the hatch in the ceiling, but the drugs barely did any good unless they were in large quantities. That in itself would pose too many problems."

"Go Spike." Buffy said. Giles gave her a look. "What? I kill vampires, not torture them. And all of this sounds like torture."

"So we took a different approach and fed him less blood and more drugs. We changed his feeding from three bags to two, and that made him calm down somewhat. On the third month of his time here he stopped pacing the cell, and stopped lunging at the electricly reinforced barriers. He took to huddling in the corner, watching whoever is in his line of sight until they leave. And they leave quickly, Who wouldn't with something like that growling and snarling at them like an animal?"

"Well if they treated him differently…."

"About two days ago he finally became docile enough for us to work with him. Starting tomorrow morning we will begin testing of his vitals and his senses…." Giles trailed off. "This entry wasn't as long." He commented. "It does have a lot of detail, but I'm sure you can wait to read it all until I'm finished?"

"Sure." Buffy agreed. "On to the next." Giles nodded.

"December 1800. The testing is nearly done. Hostile Seventeen has proven to be quite useful, and quite unique. We have discovered many things about how age affects a vampire. For one, the senses are highly elevated. More so than fledges and younger vampires we have managed to get a hold of….." Giles stopped speaking and flipped a few pages.

"Stuff we already know?" Buffy asked. Giles nodded.

"But here's something new. January of 1900. We have successfully installed a chip into Hostile Seventeen's brain. The chip is a small device that sends out an electric shock every time the Hostile tries to hurt a human. We developed it several years ago and implanted it into the brains of our other Hostiles. All but two survived."

"Wow. So that's the behavioral modification I saw mentioned in that file. Too bad I didn't manage to swipe it."

"The fact that this is gone will alert them to your subterfuge. You'll be in enough trouble with them." Buffy shrugged. "The rest of this basically states how the chip works, and what experiments they did on him. Would you be willing to wait to read this while I study it?"

"No problem. But Giles, what do we do about the chips? And Spike?"

TBC

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