Chapter Twelve:
Since Christmas Eve, Rose had barely a moment to herself, suffocated by the constant presence of her new-found friends. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate their concern, but their pitiful glances and whispered conversations behind her back gnawed at her nerves. She needed time—time to breathe, time to think. She craved silence from their endless protection. When classes finally resumed, it was her first chance to at least be alone in the crowd, despite Buffy and Giles's lingering disapproval.
The ride to Sunnydale High in Oz's van was a brief escape, but not nearly enough. By the time Rose sat down for English, the weight of everything pressed on her once again. She let her mind wander, her pen idly scratching across the notebook page when she felt it—a flicker of magic, like the brush of cold air against her skin. Her notebook lifted ever so slightly off the desk.
Her heart pounded as she found a folded scrap of paper underneath. The ink had bled through hints of jagged letters on the other side. Rose glanced at Willow beside her, but her friend was engrossed in her own work. Slowly, with careful fingers, she unfolded the note beneath her book.
If you want answers, you need to get away from your annoyingly attached friends. Use the cafeteria exit. Your equally annoying family isn't watching it. - Ethan
Her breath caught in her throat. Ethan. A trick, maybe, but what would her family gain from pretending to be him? And why now? Despite the warning bells ringing in her head, it was tempting. Ethan was part of Giles's magical past—a piece of the puzzle Rose had been desperately trying to solve.
It's worth the risk.
There was no slipping away unnoticed if Willow caught wind of her plan. Rose steadied her breath, whispering a word beneath it, "Subsisto." The world around her froze mid-motion: the teacher, the ticking clock, the tapping of pencils. Time held still as she darted from her seat, her bag and books clutched to her chest.
Once in the hall, the spell's effect ebbed. She could already feel it faltering. Heart hammering in her chest, she rushed toward the cafeteria exit, knowing Willow would soon be on her trail. Sunlight blinded her as she burst through the doors, but she barely had time to register Ethan's dark, triumphant smile before everything went black.
When Rose awoke, cold tile pressed against her cheek, the metallic stench of mildew filling her lungs. Disoriented, she blinked through the haze clouding her mind. Where am I? A dingy bathroom spun into focus, and her stomach twisted as fear anchored in her gut.
"What—?" Her voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.
Ethan's face came into view, a smirk plastered across his face as he crouched in front of her. "Why, hello love."
Her first instinct was to lunge at him, but a sharp jolt of pain held her back. She looked down—her wrists were bound in thick iron cuffs, etched with runes that pulsed faintly. Chains rattled as she struggled, securing her to a rusted pipe behind her. Panic surged through her as she reached for her magic, only to find emptiness. The familiar spark was gone.
"They negate your magic." Ethan's voice dripped with amusement as Rose continued her futile attempts to summon her power. "Did you really think I'd meet you without a way to nullify your power? Plus, this keeps you hidden from both your lover and your family."
Rose gritted her teeth. "So, this was all just a trap."
"Yes and no," Ethan replied, standing up and dusting off his hands. "I needed to separate you from your babysitters. As much as I enjoy chaos, I have information you want and I don't need the band of misfits trying to kill me."
Her mind raced, but it kept circling back to Giles—how furious he would be, how reckless she'd been. "How do I know you're not lying?"
Ethan's smile widened, a glint of malevolence in his eyes. "Because it will kill Ripper to know the truth, and nothing gives me more pleasure than watching him self-destruct. So don't worry, today is not the day you die, Rose."
His words struck like a knife, slicing through her resolve. The air around her felt heavier, suffocating. "Why do you hate him so much?" Rose spat, though her voice wavered.
"Hate? Oh, darling, I don't hate him. I pity him." Ethan crossed his arms, his tone thick with sarcasm. "Your white knight, hiding behind his books, preaching about morality when he's done worse than most of the monsters he fights."
Rose's heart pounded in her chest. "If I'm here to just listen to you slander him, you're wasting your breath. Rupert is a good man."
"Is he now?" Ethan's gaze bore into her. "Tell me, those feelings you have for him—do they feel real? Or are they just a spell, carefully crafted to bind you to him?"
Her blood ran cold. "What are you talking about?"
"It's a spell, love." His voice was low, almost gentle, as though he enjoyed watching her break. "Years ago, Ripper and I performed a little ritual. A spell to draw out the one person whose magic would perfectly complement our own. Someone who would satisfy every need, every desire. We were lonely men dear, you have to understand. However, it is my luck that your pesky family curse has made everything so much more fun. "
Rose's breath hitched, the world around her narrowing into a suffocating tunnel. "A spell?"
Her heart splintered under the weight of his words. Everything she had felt—her attraction to Giles, her growing connection—was it all fabricated and by Giles himself? Tears stung the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to give Ethan the satisfaction of seeing her crumble.
"We thought we did it wrong, that it didn't work. Then, to my surprise, about five years ago, I found him. Hugh was my everything; we complimented each other perfectly... until the Watchers killed him for using dark magic." Ethan's voice was quieter now, but the bitterness behind his words cut deep. Then he left the room, his retreat leaving a hollow silence.
Rose's pulse quickened, her heart pounding against her chest. It wasn't just the realization that Ethan had lost someone—someone who completed him, just like she thought Giles did for her—but the creeping fear that slithered into her mind. Was her bond with Giles just an illusion? Just another manipulation?
"So this is all revenge on Rupert because the Council killed the man you bewitched into loving you?" she asked, her voice strained as she pulled at the cuffs, trying to loosen her wrist even a fraction.
Ethan reappeared, a twisted smile tugging at his lips. "No, I've wanted revenge on Ripper for much longer than that. Hugh... he gave me a purpose, a new life. But now that he's gone, what else is there?" He stepped forward, the glint of something cold in his hand catching Rose's attention.
Her heart dropped as she saw the blade—a ceremonial dagger, its hilt adorned with the same runes that marked her family's coven. Recognition hit her like a punch to the gut. "How did you get that?" Her voice trembled with fear she could no longer suppress.
"You're not the only one with friends, love." Ethan's smirk deepened as he leaned casually against the doorframe. He twirled the dagger, the metal catching the dim light, making her stomach churn. "Now, here's where you find yourself, Rose. I want access to your coven's magic. In exchange, I'll give you the spell to sever the magical aspect of your romantic connection with Ripper. He'll still be your guardian in this little curse of yours, but you'll be free from the... nasty effect your death will have on him."
Rose felt the walls closing in, her breaths growing shallow as panic settled in her chest. "Why would I even bother? I'm going to die anyway. What difference does it make?" The words came out sharper than she intended, though beneath them was a thread of desperation she couldn't mask.
"The spell, love." Ethan's eyes gleamed with a cruel satisfaction. "Judging by how close you two were when I first met you, I'd wager you've already consummated your bond—emotionally and physically. That's how the spell fully connects, you see. It ties you to each other in ways you can't escape. If you die..." He let the words hang in the air, his grin widening. "Rupert dies too."
Rose's heart stopped, her blood running cold. "What?" Her voice barely escaped her lips. A strangled whisper as the weight of his words settled on her like a shroud. "But..."
Ethan's smile widened. "But I'm alive, aren't I? See, I severed the connection between myself and Hugh long before his death. I'm not one for being tied down and when I realized the love, I felt was a result of the spell, I found a way to break it." He paused, watching her intently, savoring her unraveling. "Unfortunately, we really did love each other, so it still felt like my heart was being ripped out when his was pierced with a dagger. So, here's your dilemma, love. If you die, are you going to take Ripper with you?"
"No..." Rose's throat tightened, her vision blurring as tears welled in her eyes. The book Anya had shown her—the passage about the bond—it had been true. All of it, just not in the context they thought. "No," she whispered again, as if saying it enough times would make it false, but deep down, she knew. She had known for a while that what she felt was deep down was only magic.
"You really are unlucky, aren't you?" Ethan cooed, circling her like a predator, savoring its prey. "Cursed by your ancestors and bewitched by a warlock... It's almost poetic."
The first tear slipped down her cheek before she could stop it, but once it started, more followed. She couldn't hold back the flood of emotions crashing into her all at once. The love she thought was hers—real and pure—was a fabrication, an enchantment woven into the very fabric of her being.
"So... it's all a lie?" Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper. The room felt impossibly small, the walls pressing in as her heart broke into pieces.
"No, not entirely. The love I felt for Hugh was still there after I broke the spell, even when I didn't want to feel it." Ethan crouched down in front of her, brushing a tear from her cheek with a mockingly gentle touch. "The connection would have been there, but without the spell and given your age differences, you'd have dismissed it as a fleeting crush. And Rupert, well, he would've remained the saintly, rule-abiding Watcher, keeping his distance, never acting on his feelings."
A sob caught in her throat as another tear slipped free. Ethan's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her crumble. "But I could have never expected what I would find here in Sunnydale, here you are... bound to him in ways you can't control. Tell me, Rose, do you really want to take him with you to the grave?"
Rose closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the cold wall, feeling utterly defeated. Her mind raced, spinning through the impossible choices laid before her. She couldn't bear the thought of Giles—Rupert—dying because of her. But to sever the bond meant surrendering to Ethan, allowing him into her coven's magic. Was there any way out? Any path that wouldn't end in ruin?
"I can't do the ritual like this." Her voice was hoarse, broken as she lifted her shackled wrists slightly in a half-hearted gesture.
"I'm well aware," Ethan responded smoothly.
"Well?" Rose whispered, her voice trembling as she glanced down at the enchanted cuffs biting into her wrists.
"I'm not stupid, love," Ethan replied smoothly, his tone condescending as he eyed her restraints. "I'm not releasing you until we're ready for the ritual. Besides, I'd like Ripper to stew in his own guilt a little longer before we meet up again. Once the time comes, we'll gather with your do-gooder friends, and once you've brought me into the coven, I'll give you the spell to sever your connection with your beloved Watcher."
He straightened himself, his gaze cold and calculating as it bore down on her. "But I think I'd like to see you a bit weaker before that. Can't have you overpowering me, now can we? You see, with those cuffs binding you, the longer you and Ripper are apart, the weaker you'll both become." His smile was a cruel, deliberate thing, full of satisfaction. "Gotta even the playing field somehow, because I want to enjoy watching Rupert lose yet another woman he cares for."
Rose's heart pounded painfully in her chest as Ethan turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him. The moment she was alone, the silence of the musty bathroom swallowed her whole. It was as if every fear and doubt she'd been holding back came crashing down in an unrelenting wave. Her breath hitched, and before she could stop it, the sobs ripped from her throat, raw and helpless.
Her body shook as she cried, the weight of Ethan's words crashing over her. Every tear that fell was a reminder of how trapped she was—physically, emotionally, magically. The truth carved itself deeper into her heart with every ragged breath. Her love for Giles twisted into a cruel, unnatural connection. It wasn't real, none of it was real.
And yet, the pain that tore through her wasn't a lie. The fear of what was happening to them—of what could happen to Giles—was all too real. Ethan's game, his twisted manipulation, had reduced her to this—bound, broken, and desperate, with no clear way out.
Each sob that wracked her body felt like a betrayal of her own strength, but she couldn't stop.