"Is everything ok, sir?"-one of his concerned employees asked. The Mayor was a really nice man, most of the time, but nobody liked to see him mad. When he was mad he was... unpleasant.
"NOTHING IS OK! MY BOX OF GAVROK HAS GONE MISSING!"
"Ummm, sir..."-the guy looked like he really didn't want to break the bad news, he was practically shaking with fear.
The Mayor glared at him, thinking what a worthless coward that poor asshole was and said: "Are you gonna say it any time soon? I don't have time to waste, Blake!"
"Umm, it's... Brad. That's my name."
"I don't care if your name is Princess Leia! Tell me!"
"The box... It... It's been... destroyed. B-b-blown up."-the guy stuttered, his boss suddenly looked very very scary. Pretty much like his head might burst any second. His face was red, veins pulsing on his forehead, eyes narrowed and jaw clentched.
"DESTROYED?! DESTROYED?!"-Mayor screamed and threw his sword at the opposite wall. Blake, or Brad or whatever looked like he was gonna piss himself. The sword flew right above his head.
"Y-y-yes s-s-sir."
"GET OUT OF HERE NOW! GO TO THE HOSPITAL AND GET ME THAT BITCH RIGHT NOW! IF I DON'T SEE HER HERE IN HALF AN HOUR YOU'LL LOSE A HEAD. THAT'S A PROMISE."
Brad ran out of the office as fast as he could, hoping he would somehow manage to convince the Slayer to come with him. It didn't sound very likely, she was strong and powerful and he was just a normal guy. Working for a very creepy guy. Maybe she'd feel sorry for me.-Brad thought, actually feeling his ego and confidence shatter against the floor with every step.
The Box of Gavrok was essential for the Mayor to turn into a demon and without it he couldn't do it. Still, he was one step ahead of Buffy. She was strong, but not invincible. He was invincible, her weapons couldn't hurt him anymore. He grabbed a knife and cut across his palm. It healed instantly.
Willow managed to convince Buffy Faith would be ok and now Buffy was just sobbing quietly, trying to stop feeling so horrible. She was grateful she had a good friend like Willow...
"It's only been half an hour since they took her away and it feels like I've been here for at least ten hours! Can you make the time go faster?"-Buffy asked Willow, all hopeful.
"Faith is gonna be ok. You two are very special girls, it's not so easy to get rid of you.."-Willow said and Buffy sighed. She just hated being helpless. It was her girl and she had super powers. Buffy would have happily traded those super powers to save Faith's life. Unfortunately, it didn't work that way.
"It doesn't mean they will stop trying to get rid of us..."-Buffy said and stared at Brad, who entered the waiting room at that moment.
"M-Miss Summers?"-Brad asked, not knowing how to actually order her to come with him.
"Let me guess... Your boss didn't think he annoyed me enough and he sent you to complete the mission?"
"He wants you to come to his office..."-Brad said and squeezed his hands together so tightly his knuckles turned white. He was beyond nervous, closer to the real state of panic. How can a tiny blonde girl look so completely terrifying? The way she looked at him made his heart beat really fast.
"I wanna have a pony, but unfortunately, I can't. So, he'll have to deal with me not coming."
"I... I..."
"You you are gonna leave leave now."-Buffy said and fought herself not to knock him out cold.
Poor bastard. A part of her that didn't want to kick his ass felt kind of sorry for him.
"Miss Summers... Please. He just wants to t-talk. He said he'd k-kill me if I returned without you."
Fuck.
Buffy may have been stubborn and loyal to her friends and girlfriend, but she was also righteous. She couldn't let an innocent man die because of her.
Brad noticed her face and body muscles kind of relaxed and he dared to give her a tiny smile.
"Fine. I'm going to see what the bastard wants. Willow, please, stay here... If I don't come back in an hour call Xander, Oz, Cordy, anyone you think of, to go look for me."
"Sure, sweetie.. Good luck."-Willow said and kissed Buffy's cheek.
Buffy ran out of the hospital, eager to get it over and done with and Willow called Xander, who had returned home in the meantime, Oz and Cordy just to let them know there might be a problem ahead of them.
You really are playing with my nerves, jerk.-Buffy thought while she was running towards Mayor's office. She didn't have time for that crap now that Faith was at the hospital. Stupid forces of darkness. Stupid Slayer calling. Buffy cursed everything and everyone and ran all the way with an unhappy frown on her face.
She was so angry when she reached Mayor's office, Buffy broke the door down and kicked the guard as hard as she could when he tried to stop her. Buffy's best kick was a really epic one and it sent him flying across the corridor.
"It's nice to see you again, Miss Summers."-the Mayor smiled widely.
"Spare me."-Buffy answered shortly and attacked him, so determined to kill him.
He pushed her away and said: "Oh, someone looks mad..."
"You're so insightful... Of course anyone with eyes could see I'm mad. Jerk."
Buffy threw a stake into his chest, hoping to wound him at least... but the Mayor shocked her when he pulled it out of his chest and healed instantly. She really didn't see that coming and she stared at him with her mouth open, until he punched her to make her say something.
"How...?"-she asked, terrified suddenly. How am I supposed to kill a man who can't be injured?-she asked herself and got even more mad when the bastard started laughing like crazy.
"Oh, Buffy, the look on your face is just priceless.."
Buffy wasn't used to be thrown off of her balance and she got mad for letting him surprise her like that, so she kicked him and continued to punch him once she had him pinned against the wall.
He thought it was really funny and he grabbed her throat and squeezed it so hard he lifted her up in the air. Buffy gasped for air, kicked him at his stomach and freed herself.
"Honey, I think it would be better for you if you just told me how exactly my box got destroyed."-the look on Mayor's face turned into a really scary, smiling face and Buffy punched him again to erase that smile. It was annoying the hell out of her. She really hated that guy, and she never really hated any of her enemies.
"I don't know, I wasn't there, I got there after it had been destroyed."-Buffy said and gasped when he picked up his baseball bat and hit her in the stomach. It hurt like hell and Buffy fell on her knees and stared at him because she realized he'd hit her again. It was like everything was in slow motion, and she still couldn't react fast enough. The bat landed on her face and she felt blood in her mouth and hoped none of her teeth got broken. Funny how you think about silly problems while you're at your weakest.
She spat out blood and chocked on it, started coughing really bad.
"Eh, Miss Summers, things really don't look good for you.."-Mayor teased her when she tried to get up and moaned in pain. She was so dizzy the whole room was spinning around her, but she was determined not to die kneeling in front of her enemy, so she stood up on her shaky legs and wiped the blood off of her lips with her sleeve.
"It takes much more than a baseball bat to kill a Slayer."-Buffy said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.
"Does it? You know what the beauty in all of this is? Your death won't activate a new Slayer and Faith is at the hospital, unable to fight. Once I kill her it'll be too late for this new bitch to even try to fight me, she won't be strong enough and I will win."-the bastard sounded so confident, and Buffy got angry. She didn't care about pain anymore when she thought that he could kill Faith. There would be no killing Faith.
"You can mess with me, but. you. WON'T. touch. my. girlfriend."-Buffy said through gritted teeth and used all of her force to knock him down.
He laughed again and Buffy started thinking he wasn't just evil, but insane too. Like Drusilla insane. And Drusilla was dust.
She took his baseball bat and started beating him with it as hard as she could, concentrated on his head. She wanted to rip his head off. He wouldn't be able to just grow another one, would he?
Buffy stood over him like a winner, angrily glaring at him with her famous 'Buffy glare' and she was pleased to see he couldn't defend himself, she was swinging the bat too fast and hard. His head looked like a bloody mess for a second, but then it healed and Buffy growled, sat on his torso and managed to grab his sword that was on his desk.
She pressed his arms down to the floor with her knees and put the sword on his neck. Pressing it as hard as she could she managed to cut his head off. He didn't dust or turn into and gooey mess, but it looked like he wouldn't grow another head. Just to make sure he wouldn't be brought back to life, Buffy opened his weapons closet, found and explosive, lit it up, put it next to his body and jumped through the window.
Her stomach and ribs still hurt, but she managed to ignore the pain and run. When the building exploded behind her, she fell on the floor, relieved. Now she could just let the pain take over, she curled down in the grass and let tears run down her pale cheeks. It hurt so bad and she just lay there and cried, unable to decide if those were happy tears or tears of pain.