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Sanctuary

Giles worked late again in his office. You would think leading a small team of high school students against vampire masters and hellgods is a tough job. But then, try to organize a worldwide attack against the creatures of darkness. Of course England was his base of operations and it was pretty hard, not to rush to the states, to help Buffy and the others. Wesley killed Angel - it was pretty hard to imagine. He always considered Wesley as the worst watcher of the recent years. He had knowledge, the brain for this job, but not the guts.

He heard from Faith and the others Wesley has changed. In fact a few years ago he killed a demon called Skip with a single shot - a demon Angel himself couldn't defeat. And now he came back from the death and did this unspeakable barbaric deed. He saw the records. The old Wesley, was almost perfectly gone. But he had his hands full right now: he had to face huge problems in Europe. Well, that was not completely true. It was the absence of these problems, that disturbed him.

Vampires left Europe almost completely, and those who were still here were just about to leave. There was nothing left to fight here. There was nothing like this vanishing in the books. It was something perfectly new. He got the same reports from the other continents too, except from the U.S. But of course, they had their own problems with Wesley now, so it's possible they didn't notice the change in the vampire population.

"Where have you all gone?" - he murmured as he looked at the pages of his latest reports from Afghanistan. The main problem with vamps, you can't get inside information from them. They can smell each other.

"Rupert." - Rosanna entered. She was the cutest little slayer Giles ever seen in his life. - "You just got a phone call."

"Who is it."

"An old colleague." - she said. Giles pick up the phone.

"Rupert, it's me. No matter what you think about me, right now, You must listen to me." - a voice said. It was a lot deeper, then the last time he heard it.

"Wes...?"

"You must prepare all you're slayers. Not just in Europe, all over the world. Every hand you can get."

"What are you talking about..."

"You must be ready for a full scale attack when the time comes. You must be ready to vanish a giant city with all of it's habitants from the map if you have to. In case I fail."

"Wesley, where are you! Tell me what's happening... Don't hide, you could explain what are you doing, we could work this out together..."

"This is a job needs to be done alone. That's why I have to do it."

"They will stop you." - Giles said, referring to Buffy and the others.

"Maybe. If they do, it's up to you to save the world." - Wesley said, and hung up the phone.

Giles looked out at the dark sky. Something is coming, he felt it before. And it looks like Wesley maybe knows more about it than they are. And if that's correct, it's really the right thing to do, to try to stop him?

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The screaming didn't stop all day. Jeremiah was upstairs, but still, his screaming filled whole Sunshine Motel. Wesley and the vamps, get used to it, didn't even noticed the voice after some time. But when Spike heard it, he found it horrible. He had no sorry for vampires, but this screaming must have been from someone in unspeakable pain.

"Hey, Blondie!" - Sin said, as she noticed Spike walked right into the lobby. - "Long time no see! How you doing? "

"Ambrose..." - Spike said in pure surprise - "You're... alive. Well, sort of."

"Hey, Don't call me Ambrose and I won't call you William." - Sin said.

"Deal. Well, I see you're a slayer turned into a vampire, and you have the potential to become the next Big Bad, but you have to wait for your turn luv. I'm looking for a guy: dark hair, forgets to shave, killing people and he can be smelled all over this place. Ring any bells?"

The band Suckers just appeared on the stage. Two guitars a drum and a beautiful singer vampire. They started to play their only song, "Come baby, sire me!" and it were followed by the huge ovation of the crowd. Since they were not allowed to do their usual hobbies: killing and destroying - the vamps of the Motel had to find other channels for their energies. But Jeremiah's screaming was still could be heard.

"Looking for Wes?" - she asked - "You must now, I'll dust you to hell if anything happens to him." - Sin said.

"Why are you so freaking in love with him?"

"Last night a huge pack of vampires arrived here. Big players from Russia, thousands of years behind them. From before the time of Slayers. They wanted the Motel for themselves. Wesley throw 'em out to the sun so they can tan a little."

"What a bloody hero." - he said - "And why are you guys all smell like pig blood?"

"This is the new rule in the Motel. Well it sucks, but we don't want to end up like that sucker Joshua... We're living hard times..."

"Joshua? He's the screaming guy? What did he do to him?"

"You don't want to know dude." - Sin said with a grim expression - " I didn't know how hard it is to kill a vampire until now."

The music became more and more violent, as Spike walked up to the bar, and sat down next to Wesley. Wesley operantly acknowledged his presence, but didn't said a thing. He seemed to only concentrate on his little gadget he was repairing. It seemed like a little box that was attached to a cell phone.

"So... preparing for the next kill mate?" - Spike asked from Wesley. He looked at the bottle of whiskey he was drinking - there was only half of it left. - "You think this will help you to live with what have you done?"

"No. I believe it will help me to do, what I have to do next." - Wesley answered. The song was over, and Joshua's screaming could be heard clearly again.

"What's up with him?"

"He drank human blood. I punished him."

"What did you do?"

"I tattooed crucifixes all over his body. The whole floor smells like smoked duck. I had to shut down the fire alarms."

"I didn't know tattoos are doing that to us too." - Spike said, as he filled another glass with Wesley's whiskey, and drank it.

"Me either. You have to do experiments for knowledge, this is how science work." - he said -"How did you find me?"

"If you think a bunch of vampires running around the city, buying pig blood, magic books and converting other vampires to some non-human-blood-drinking-Wesley-worshiping lifestyle won't be recognized you were wrong." - he said - "But guess what G.I. Jesus, you will come with us."

"Us?"

"Faith is waiting outside. We've find you first. Our orders is to bring you back alive, but believe me, non of us would have second thoughts about kick the shit out of you."

"You still don't get it do you?" - Wesley asked. Now he looked at Spike for the first time - "You see this tricky little thing?" - he asked as he show the little gadget he's been working on -"This little device can course a heart attack trough a telephone line. You would be amazed how many interesting "Make it from household items" sites you can find on the net, if you look at the right places. I'm thinking about calling the Chase foundation. I know Buffy's extension."

"That's it!" - Spike said, and punched Wesley on the face. But in the moment his fist reached Westley's face, he fell back after a blue flash of lightning. Wesley didn't move a muscle, he still sat on his chair, drinking his whiskey.

"What did you do to me?" - Spike asked in shock.

"Sanctuary spell. It's outrageously expensive in NYC. Did you really think I would sleep in a house full of vampires without the necessary precautions?" - he asked, as he stood up and grabbed his chair - "Fortunately, I'm mortal, so..." - he said, as he hit Spike with his chair, who flight trough the room. - "You, know I never told you, but I find you really fascinating. You, Angel, Faith, Willow... You're all so great in finding excuses for serving the darkness. "I had no soul! I was under bad influence! I was manipulated!" - he said, as he kicked Spike at the stomach. - You can't just choose a side can you. But You're the only one, who had to find an excuse to save the world, when you didn't have a soul. Love. And that's something I appreciate. Leave this place Spike. I don't want to kill you know."

"Hey, you want to leave him walking out?" - Sin asked.- "You can't do that!"

"I can do whatever I want vampire." - he said. And he not only said it to Sin. Every mirror, and reflective object screamed at him:

"Kill him! Kill the vampire! RESTORE THE BALANCE!" - he heard the voices constantly. His new masters became more and more impatient.

"Not yet." - Wesley said. Right in that moment Sin's body hit the wall. Wesley looked at the entrance, just to see Faith standing there.

"Hey Wes. You look even taller." - she said.

"I was always curious: does the Sanctuary spell effect slayers? You have a little demon in you're blood after all."

"Don't worry." - she said as she walked closer, shaking her hand in pain - "It hurts like hell, but I still can punch you on you're self obsessed face." - she said.

"Faith. Our last fight wasn't longer than a few seconds. What makes you think this time is different?"

"You killed you're friend! How could you do that!" - Faith screamed out on her.

"Cut that out Faith. Don't pretend you're the heroine from a Disney movie."

"I've chainged..." - she said. She said exact thing, that made Wesley angry.

"I'm so fed up with people saying that!" - he shouted, as he threw another chair on Faith, and ran to the back door. Faith was surprised he didn't oppose them - he had an obvious advantage here, with the sanctuary spell. For some reason, Wes didn't wanted to kill them here and now.

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Willow stood next to Buffy at the blockade. This part of the city was mostly habituated by vampires and other not-human things, and since the Initiative had really good connections, they could evacuate the whole block from mortals. Kennedy was somewhere down at the first line of the slayers. They didn't wanted to underestimate Wesley again, so they used most of the resources of the Chase Foundation for this action. Almost twenty slayers, three students from Willow's class and a few gunmen led by Gunn waited Wesley to arrive here. It was the most organized operation since Buffy led her slayers down the Hellmouth.

"Buffy, I've just got a report from Faith. They couldn't deal with Wesley, but they are chasing him toward you guys. As planned.". - Andrew said in the com link in Buffy's ear.

"Alright. Everybody get ready. Don't forget, I want him alive, if it's possible." - she said, and then, she turned to Willow - "If there's anything you want to tell me, this might be the right time..."

"What?"

"Forget it." - she said, as she grabbed her binoculars. There she seen the three motorcycles coming this way. Faith and Spike chased Wesley.

Willow didn't need binoculars to see it. In the past months her senses extended pretty much. The wind, the fire, the earth and the water told her what's happening, at her environment. Everything connected to everything - sometimes she felt like they tell him what's happening in the whole world. It was the same feeling, that drove her crazy a few years ago. Since then, she learned how to handle it. And sometimes - very rarely - she felt what's happening in other worlds.

Those were only intuitions of course. For example, as he saw Wesley coming this way, she was pretty sure, in another world, another time the two of them, are a lot closer to each other.

"Now!" - Charles gave the order, as he pointed his own gun at Wesley's wheels. He pulled the trigger, and a few moments later Wesley fell down with his bike.

Faith and Spike just parked down next to the man, lying on the road and got off their bikes.

"Nice work Honey." - Faith murmured to himself as she walked closer to Wesley.

His demon-skin coat protected him from serious damage, but his neck hurt like hell. As he tried to force himself to stand up, he searched for Willow with his eyes. He hoped she's around here somewhere.

First time in days things didn't go the way he planned. He put his hand under his coat, and grabbed his gun. He couldn't always stay to his plans. There are moments in the life of a champion, where you must improvise.

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Next: Fireworks.

Numbers are the solution to the Wesley problem? Or the attack on Wesley will only make things worse?

Plus: flashback: Lila Morgan's day off :) (I just love that girl)