Disclaimer: I don't own anything Buffy. If you believe I do, I have a bridge in Taiwan that I want to sell you…. I do own Magdalene Defoe, the character, not the name, which is from Repo! the Genetic Opera.

A/N Not too descriptive, but if you don't want sexual relations between an elder librarian and a high school chick, please skip this chapter


Unforeseen Circumstances

Part 1 of the Unforeseen Trilogy


Chapter Two

Night


Rupert gulped as he bolted the front door. He turned around and saw Magdalene gazing around his house idly. He led her into the Living Room to a seat on his couch. He sat in his favorite armchair facing her. She sat on the couch with her shoulders hunched, hands twisting in her lap and long dirty blonde hair framing her lowered face.

Rupert felt his throat dry and had to pour himself a cup of scotch. He took the decanter and put it on the table next to him and he sat with the full glass in hand. He took a big gulp and felt it burn his throat on the way down. He looked down at the girl now looking back at him. She took a breath.

"So, what were you and Buffy doing in the sewer, and when the hell did those Vampires's arrive in town?" Rupert sighed, closing his eyes briefly.

"We were just me-" Magdalene sighed, smirking as she interrupted him with a raised hand. He noticed that she was now sitting up straight.

"Don't tell me you were discussing an overdue book. You could discuss it at school or in a letter like you usually do. You hang out a lot there anyway." There was a note of jealousy in her voice that Rupert noticed. He sighed, putting a finger between his eyes above his glasses.

"The vampire's came a few months ago." Magdalene's eyes were crossed a second as she thought.

"That's when you and Buffy arrived, though. Did you guys have anything to do with their arrival?" Rupert winced and she knew the answer. He finished his glass and put it on the table. He put his elbows on his knees.

"Buffy is the Vampire Slayer. I am her Watcher." Magdalene felt a flash of something move through her at his words but she pushed it away.

"So she's destined to destroy all Vampires. What's a Watcher's job?" She tilted her head while looking at him in the eye. He sat up straight and filled his glass again. He took a swig and took off his glasses with his other hand.

"A Watcher teaches the Slayer what she needs to know, fighting and demon lore. Such like that." Magdalene bit her lip.

"So she uses her like a library." Giles stood up straight, sloshing a little scotch onto the table where he slammed it down. He was indignant.

"No!" Magdalene immediately apologized, her eyes tearing, and missed the hurt and truth in his eyes. Rupert sat down in his chair, feeling bad for making her cry when she didn't mean what she implied. He had a little too much to drink. He was more than tipsy, borderline drunk. He knew he should send her to bed now, but Ripper was starting to escape, like every other time he drank. He should've made some tea, he didn't think. Against his will, he drank more of the drink. Rupert closed his eyes, falling unconscious.

Ripper opened his eyes and then narrowed them at his young female guest, his newest prey. He took off Rupert's glasses and put them on the table as he finished his scotch off, putting the glass next to the glasses. If Rupert had a drink, he never had it around anyone, so Ripper was never able to enjoy a woman's company. Ripper looked wolfishly at the girl before him, who was looking back at him confused. He saw her lick her lips nervously and found himself watching her movements, making her nervously aware of where his eyes glanced.

She'd always wished he'd look at her this way and now he was so suddenly, she was confused to the cause. He watched her squirm on the couch and stood, stalking over to the couch. Now that he had a woman's company, he was not going to waste any time talking. He had a suspicion she had better uses of that mouth. He sat on the couch next to her and raised his hand to move the few strands of hair in her face over her ear. He felt himself tighten uncomfortably in his pants as he looked at her full lips, which were involuntarily parted in shock and arousal.

He leaned his head and caught her lips with his, and when she gasped, slid his tongue into the cavern of her mouth. She moaned, putting her arms around his neck. He plundered her and slid his hand from her shoulder, where he had put it when he started kissing her, down to one of her breasts and squeezed. Mag mewed, tilting her head up, feeling his lips trail down to her neck, biting and licking his way down. She felt him pushing her down til she was laying on her back on the couch, him hovering over her. His hands were squeezing her breasts, his knee now between her legs pressing against her moist center. She mewled, arching against him.

"Rupert." She mewled again. He pulled away from her neck, ignoring her protests, and put his mouth next to her ear as he halted all movement.

"It's Ripper." He growled. She felt shocks through her body from the roughness of his voice. His hands went to unbuttoning her blouse as she unbuttoned his. She paused a second so he could pull her shirt off fully. She pulled his off and ran her hands over his chest. He moaned, closing his eyes as her hands reached the waistband of his pants.

He stood and quickly dispensed himself of them as she struggled out of her skirt. When she looked up at him from the couch in her matching black bra and panties, she realized he had been going commando that whole night. She felt herself get damp in her panties as she looked upon his, very generous, endowment. She licked her lips. She bent to her knees before him and gently put her hand on his stiff staff. He let out a hiss and grabbed her arm, making her stand. He picked her up off her feet and started heading for the stairs.

"Let's finish this in my bedroom, pet." He growled and she giggled. He grinned lasciviously back at her.


A/N You know the drill, R/R