The Elder Slayers Ch 11

An: Sorry it takes so long to update, got other things on my mind more often than not.

Sunset Club back room

Giles sighed, took his glasses off, and cast a cleaning charm before replacing them. Looking at his charge he asks, "And this arm animated itself?"

Kendra nodded her head, repeating the events of the cemetery for the second time. She looked from her new Watcher, to her predecessor, to the master vampire before saying, "I am not sure what it be meaning, dat be scarin' me."

Giles nodded and looked at his fellow veterans, waiting for some input. Angel was the one to come through in this, "Sounds like the Judge. Spike did warn us that his childe would try something stupid like this. Only way known to kill this thing is to generate enough confusion that a warrior can get past its armor."

"I was lead to believe that no weapon forged by man could kill it?" Giles asked the souled vampire.

Nodding his head, Angel returned, "Yeah, but we're talking about something that happened during the crusades. Do you know how many demonic weapons were forged and lost in that time? We're talking about the golden age of slaughter. The availability of nonhuman weapons wasn't as much of a problem back then. So the only real obstacle was the armor."

Giles nodded in understanding, glad that his allies were a fount of knowledge in that which he lacked. He would of course need to rectify that, but not when the end was around the corner. Looking at his charges and the vampire with a soul he said, "So all that remains is a plan."

Sunset Club Room 1

There was an exhausted pair that lay on the bed, tangled with each other. Cordelia signed at the content feeling that filled her as the strong chest under her rose and fell. Raising her head a little to look into the eyes of her recent lay she spoke, "This changes quite a few things."

"Oh really?" Was the smug response from the undead snow elf.

Cordelia stretched and purred slightly as certain parts pressed and slid against other certain parts, "If I had known it would be that good I would never have degraded myself with the idiots at school. From this moment on you are mine!"

So saying, she collapsed back on Alexander's chest and fell asleep, missing the quiet and content, "As you wish," that came before her partner drifted off as well.

Boston high-rise

Faith the Vampire Slayer, chose of the daedric prince of debauchery, opened her eyes to the glaring sun. With a quick flick of her wrist the blinds closed and the light stopped shining right on her face. Sitting up she took stock of herself to see if she could remember what had happened. When she did, she made a quick spin to check the validity of her memories. There, laying next to her was a strange woman with blue streaks in her hair and skin.

"I see that you have awakened mortal," the woman said. Illyria, Faith remembered, although she had called herself something else that rang some bells and the memories just wouldn't stay in her brain. The woman, Illyria, rose from her position and stretched, "I find that you were indeed correct when you said that everything feels better after sex."

"Right," the confused slayer said, "Look, I think we're gone over this, but what and who are you? I was very drunk last night."

Illyria nodded her head, turned to the young slayer and said, "I am Illyria, God-King of the primordium, I lived seven lives at once at the height of my power. I was recently released from my ancient prison and took the body of one Lilah Morgan. I felt the presence of a relative near you and decided to investigate. I instead found you."

Faith raked this through her brain and would have said something if not for the fact that the door was kicked in just as she opened her mouth.

Striding in, without a care in the world, was Sam.

The thin blond man held two drinks in his hands and with a jovial laugh cried, "And let the merrymaking begin!"

Illyria was on her… his… whatever feet in a second and had her arms around the slayerette in a second. As she hugged the man to near death, Faith watched in complete confusion, as all of the signs pointed to Illyria being at least standoffish. She then decided to pay attention to what was being said, and Illyria was speaking with as much emotion as Illyria could, "I am pleased to see you my fellow. I had sensed your presence and if you are on this mortal plain then that means that we may once more have purchase upon this reality. Our kind may return and take the lands back from the apes!"

Sam laughed and escaped the death grip of the happy old one. Handing one of his drinks to the naked slayer, he sat down while telling the god-king, "It's not what you want it to be. Most of us are dead! There is no more us taking the world over dear. Now its have fun and take a champion that spreads the word. Like my little Faith here! One night with her and look at you! I remember when Hermaeus would just drone on and on about this piece of not that interesting. Now you have one form and this is it. Old Mora is dead, the last of your power fled back into the sarcophagus some millennia ago, so there is only one god-king, master of knowledge and whatever other shit came with your other lives."

"I find your continued disrespect aggravating, but the truth of your words belays my hand. That and I do not think your champion, who I will not be giving up, would appreciate me killing you in front of her," Illyria told the aggravating man.

Faith looked from one to the other in complete confusion before throwing in the towel, chugging her drink, and going back to sleep.

The alley behind Warehouse 1408

Random minion 203 looked at random minion 176 and asked, "Did you hear that?"

His fellow minion would have responded had his head been attached to his body. Instead, minion 203 was slammed in the face with his friends head, shattering them both and dusting 203. Alexander looked down at his would and smiled behind his helm, then with a powerful stroke of his wings, he was on top of the warehouse.

A quick pulse let the others know he was in position, and several returned pulses told him the same of the others. He smiled grimly at the violence that he would be doing.