Chapter Nine
Morgan watched in fascination as the gold dust floated gently to the floor. The little specs glinted in the light as they floated to the ground. Just like confetti, Morgan thought, ex human vampire whatever the hell that thing was, confetti. Where did all the bones even go? Or the blood? Morgan scrunched up his nose, they weren't in the dust, were they? He quickly retched, trying to unbreath the air. Oh he didn't want this vampire shit coating his lungs! If he got lung cancer from this…
"Did you just kill that thing?" Morgan demanded, facing down the little blond girl, Buffy, he reminded himself. She was still holding her stake, talking to one of her friends as if nothing had happened.
"Hm?"
Morgan gestured to the pile of dust on the ground.
Buffy glanced at it, "Ask Mr. Dust."
Morgan narrowed his eyes, "How did your wood stick—
Reid cut him off, "Stake."
"What?" Morgan asked him, bewildered.
"It's called a stake, not a stick," he explained.
Morgan could smack him, "Not the time, Reid. Now, Ms. Summers, answer the question."
"Ask Giles, can I really kill something that's already dead?" She responded.
"Giles?" Morgan asked.
The older man piped up, "That would be me. Anya? Could you evacuate the store?"
"But Giles!" She protested, "We would be loosing time to get money from them."
"Feel free to open up early tomorrow, Anya, if you want more time."
She scowled, before turning to the customers, "Everyone leave!" She began herding the customers to the door.
Giles faced Morgan and Reid, "Now, it would most likely be best for everyone if you leave. Forget about what you saw, don't breath a word to anyone, or you'll end up in a hospital."
"Not likely. I have half a mind to take you all in for questioning. You," He pointed to Buffy, "For murder and the rest of you for aiding and abetting, not to mention withholding information."
A boy in the back with dark hair shrieked with laughter, "Right, the Sunnydale PD will hold us, when they've been covering up the existence of all this for decades? Not a chance."
"The Sunnydale PD might not, but the FBI certainly will," Morgan said, taking pleasure in the alarm of the boy's face, "SSA Morgan and Doctor Reid."
Wariness filled their eyes, "Government?"
Reid nodded, "Department of justice, Behavioural Analysis Unit."
"You've screwed with Sunnydale before, leave this time. We don't need any of your experiments, or weird chip things, or hybrids. You've caused enough damage," Buffy spat, malice lacing her voice.
Morgan frowned and whispered to Reid, "I thought we were the first ones here."
"We were," Reid whispered back.
Morgan felt an air of foreboding. He brushed it off, he had questions that needed answering, a crowd of annoying civilians to deal with and gold dust that may be vampire innards covering his shoes, "Enough. Either you give a straight answer or I bring you all in for questioning." None of them protested, though they all seemed like they'd rather. "Good. Now, what exactly is that?" Morgan pointed to the dust.
"Dead vampire," Willow answered.
"Why is it dust?" Morgan asked.
Buffy shrugged, "Ask Giles. I do the staking, he does the booking and general knowing of things."
Morgan turned to Giles. He seemed to be the most reluctant of the group to answer, "Vampires are so ancient that their bodies decompose immediately," He responded, stiffly.
Morgan smiled, "See how much easier this makes thing? Now, who are you and how did you stake a vampire who is twice your height and weight?" He asked Buffy.
She hesitated. Giles gave her a slight nod. Morgan could almost weep for joy, he had figured out who the group answered to. This would make everything so much easier.
"The Slayer," She responded.
"And what is that?" Morgan asked, "Some weird sacrificial thing? Or just a fancy nickname?"
"The Slayer is the one girl gifted with the ability to kill the vampires," Giles responded.
Morgan just stared at him with a befuddled expression, before letting out a breath, "We'll get back to that. Now, does the name Samantha Wong mean anything to anyone?"
Most of them shrugged, except for Willow. "Didn't she graduate with us?"
"Oh yeah," The dark haired boy said, "She ratted me out to the teacher once in Biology."
"I think she died a week ago or something, didn't she? I think I saw her in the obituaries," Willow said, softly.
Buffy's expression cooled, "Yes, she did."
"Wait was she a vamp—" Willow asked.
Buffy cut her off, "Yeah."
"Did you, erm," Morgan gestured to the dust on the floor, "Dispatch her?"
Buffy nodded, stiffly.
Morgan eyed the dust on the ground with disgust and scrunched up his face like he just ate a lemon, before quickly stepping away from it.
"Well if that's all you agents came to find out, we'll show you the door," Giles told them, gesturing to the door of the shop.
Morgan jerked his head around, "Oh, no, Sir. See, this case has shown us things I never wanted to know. It's messed with our heads, made me think I was crazy a few times, so we're not leaving until I get some proper answers.
Giles straightened up, "Understand us, Agent. You should go back to where you came from and forget this happened. Forget about vampires, werewolves and the monsters under your bed."
Morgan was about to reply, when Reid tugged his arm, "Thank you for your time, everyone. If we have anything else to ask, we'll get in touch.
The gang looked at the warily, their eyes narrowed and bodies defensive.
"Reid?" Morgan whispered, "What are you doing."
Reid didn't respond, instead, he walked out of the Magic Box and into the car.
Morgan was fuming. If anyone had seen him, they would of said there was smoke coming out of his ears. They'd been so close! Finally found the people with the answers to the crazy and impossible things they'd found out. For the first time during the entire case, there had been a tiny, little speck of clarity. Which Reid had stepped on and thrown in the trash can before sending it down the Niagara Falls. To say Morgan was a little big bitter towards him was an understatement.
Morgan climbed into the car and slammed the door after him, "Why?"
"We can't do anything," Reid responded quietly, eyes downcast.
Morgan frowned, "What are you talking about? We we're finally getting somewhere. A few more questions and the vampires of Sunnydale would be dead by tomorrow."
"We can't do anything," Reid repeated.
"What does that mean?" Morgan demanded.
Reid sighed, "These vampires, they've been around for centuries, right?"
Morgan shrugged, "I guess."
"And the Sunnydale deaths?"
"A few centuries too," Morgan responded.
"Then why do we think we can stop them?"
Morgan stiffened in the seat, "What are you talking about?"
Reid sighed, before trying again, "Look, this whole case we've been trying to find the Barbecue Fork Killer, but now we know that there's more than one unsub, possibly thousands in this little town."
Morgan nodded, "It'll be harder."
Reid continued, "And instead of just having a barbecue fork, they have a thousand, with more speed and strength than we could even imagine."
Morgan scowled, "We can still—"
Reid cut him off, "Still what? Arrest them? They'll probably kill us on the way to the police station."
A silence followed his statement.
"Well we can kill them," Morgan suggested, slowly and quietly.
"There'll just be more. And you saw Buffy, her strength was inhuman. The others weren't stupid enough to try to kill the vampire, only Buffy was strong enough."
Morgan went red, "We can't just let them kill people! It's our job to protect the United States, to protect every citizen in this town. They've been dying for centuries, while the police go along with it and their families pretend it's the Barbecue Fork Killer! 32% of the graduating class died one day and we were surprised when we heard about it. Why wasn't it on every news station in the country? This town is being screwed over or stepped on by every force that could help them. The police have a deal with them and we obviously can't trust the media to report anything in this town. And now we're here and we're just going to get back on our plane forget this town? We'll be just as bad as the current police force."
Reid was silent as the news sunk into both of them.
"We have to do something," Morgan muttered, glaring at the Magic Box, "Anything."
Woah, it's been two years since The Barbecue Fork Killer was published! That's what I call a shock.
So, I've finally figured out the ending to this story. Took what...2 years? Sigh. But Mike3207, who reviewed on chapter 8 figured out exactly what I was stuck on. It really made me smile to see that someone figured out the dilemma in this story.
However, I found a way around it, so more will follow, just give me a few years. Thanks to everyone for reading and sticking around through my horribly slow updates.