The Elder Slayers Chapter 8
AN: I think this chapter I'll deal with everybody's home lives since the changes of Halloween. Also the meeting with the Mayor will happen in the next chapter
This is a short chapter
The Sunset Club
Alexander watched the various patrons mingle peacefully. It pleased him greatly that there was a general consent that the consequences of pissing him off by starting anything in his domain were far worse than facing the Slayer duo alone. For the many denizens of the night, to face a Slayer was the equivalent to hell on earth.
And so his domain was the most peaceful in his city. Thinking of it as his city brought up thought of his meeting that would occur later in the day. Mayor Wilkins' Aide had entered the club some days before the Taraka incident, conveying the Mayor's desire to meet the new master of the city. Simply by the fact that he knew who Alexander was indicated his deep involvement in the underworld.
As he was a century old and had been in power for that duration of time, Alexander had no doubts that the man would no doubt be a powerful adversary if an accord were not struck early. It was his intention to learn the plans of the Mayor and should they not be too destructive, he would not impede them.
Deciding that it may be prudent to feed before confronting the Mayor, Alexander stood and strode to the pens where he kept the human refuse. He had ignored the objections of Giles, Buffy, and Angel when they had seen what he did to his prisoners. Within the pens were those human who had not been changed from the Sunset Club, criminals his minions had caught and kidnapped, and his parents. It had been with no small amount of pleasure that he had thrown the drunken fools into his feeding pens.
The accommodations were still too good for them in his opinion. They were supplied with food and bedding, entertainment often enough. But they were his, and he would treat what was his the way he wanted. It was only at the urging of Lily that he had given the slaves as much as he had. That and what remained of Xander demanded he not stoop to the level that he saw his Parents sink.
Brushing thoughts unwanted from his mind, Alexander entered the pen of his favorite meal. She was human, delicious and edible all in one. He could kill two birds with one stone any time he thirsted. So he did.
The Rosenberg Residence
Willow groaned again as the head between her legs moved about. She loved her early morning wake-ups, and today was no different. She groaned again as she realized what day it was and pulled her wife up to her face. Tara, though confused, didn't fight and began to kiss her love.
Willow moaned into her lips but pushed Tara away saying, "We need to talk!"
Stopping her movements, Tara asked with some trepidation, "What about?"
"My parents are coming home for the weekend! We need to decide on how much we tell them," Willow explained, then after a second she added, "We also need to find a way to explain why your mom lives here now too."
Tara flopped down beside her wife, the mood thoroughly ruined. Hugging the redhead to her she replied, "We'll just tell them the truth. We have enough proof to show them that magic exists, and my mom can attest to the changes in my personality. And she's here to chaperone, we'll say she wanted to make sure that we didn't want to leave to hormonal teens alone in the same house."
Willow smiled and hugged the Nightingale to her, "I love when you go all practical on me!"
Tara smiled and kissed the left hand of the sorceress right on the small gold band she had liberated from an… evil… store after Halloween. Giving her wife's ass a firm squeeze she said, "I do hope that's not the only reason…"
The next scene is far to graphic to put to page…. That's what porn is for.
Summer's Residence
Buffy sat in front of the TV describing the purpose of downtime to her fellow slayer. The Jamaican Slayer could not grasp the concept of doing nothing for the sake of doing nothing. It had gotten to the point that Buffy had simply told her that it was an exercise in patience.
The black Slayer now watched in avid fascination that could not be helped when one watches reality television based on the lives of people with odd jobs. Currently she was learning how to turn a boiler into a deadly weapon. Buffy was regretting leaving the remote for Dawn to find, as the serious facial hair of the main characters crept her out a bit.
Turning to her younger sister she asked her to change the channel. When she received a negative reply she reached to grab it she was shouted at. They then proceeded to have what amounted to a catfight in front of the TV. The battle ended with Buffy in control of the remote and planning to change the channel.
She aimed the remote at the TV, ready to change it, when a hand popped her on the top of her head. In the moment of confusion as to who had hit her she lost the remote to Dawn. She tried in vain to grab it but the eleven year old stuck out her tongue and jumped away.
It was while she was retreating that Buffy noticed her new necklace for the first time. It was a pretty symbol of a strange star with a small fake jewel in the center. The star reminded her of something, but she couldn't quite place it.
She soon forgot about the star… and the remote… as her mom called the three of them in for Breakfast.
The Sunset Club, Mid-afternoon
A slightly portly man entered the den of the newest master of the city. In his time in power, the man has seen quite a few Masters trying to take the city, recently there had been multiple changes; first there was that Nest fellow, then the Vampiric paramours he couldn't remember the names of, then that simpleton trying to take the city now. The only real threat to any of his plans was the newest Master, the only one he was willing to meet with face to face.
Mayor Wilkins knew power, and any creature capable of curtailing the death rate of Sunnydale to nearly nonexistence was a truly great thing. Wilkins had heard tell from several of his night staff that the Master was publicly known and willingly accepted by supernaturally inclined humans and demons alike. This acknowledgement meant that he would have that sense of power about him that other creatures so often lacked.
Entering the main room of the club, he saw the Master of the underworld easily and clearly. He sat like a warlord of Pylea, watching those he deigned to allow life try to please him or simply exist in his grace. The darkness that poured from the creature's very soul spoke of unimaginable power behind his actions. He was in his true form, adorned in armor that spoke of great and terrible acts.
The Master took note of the Mayor's presence and stood, an action that attracted the attention of all patrons. When eyes were drawn from the Vampire Lord to the Mayor, a respectful line is parted for the sorcerer to walk. Mayor took his steps with a calm air, but on the inside he was worried. The patrons, all of them, followed the signal of the Master.
It would not help his plans for Ascension to have a united front against him. His contemplations continued until he was before the raised platform of the Master. Giving a respectful half-bow that was returned, he waited for the Master to speak.
Alexander observed the Mayor with a critical eye; the man was powerful in the ways of magic. But he was nervous, about what, Alexander was unsure; but that was the purpose of this meeting. Stepping down from his dais he said, "Come Mayor Wilkins, we shall talk in a more private location."
Wilkins nodded and gave his patented smile, following the Creature before him. He was led into an office with a large desk and two chairs, with nothing else adorning the walls or adding decoration. The Master sat behind the desk and began to shrink into it. Soon, Wilkins was staring at the male friend of the Slayer with a few differences. The most notable were the white tinged skin and the pale blonde hair.
"Do sit Mayor Wilkins," The boy said, "We have much to discuss."
AN: Added another Daedra, felt that Azura would be appropriate for what amounts to the soul of a god being shoved into the body of a human.
Like I said, short chapter to see what happens at home. Next will feature the talk between Wilkins and Alexander, intermixed with other characters and their shenanigans.
For anybody who doesn't think Alexander is evil, he is a worshiper of Molag Bal! you basically have to be evil to worship the LORD OF SLAVERY AND DOMINANCCE, and you have to be pretty fucked up in order to become a PURE vampire lord. As in made by Molag Bal himself, not the way the Dragonborn can be in-game.