Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Watcher in the Night
 
 
Douglas gazed out the tall window, finishing the last of his Earl Grey while rain pattered against the thick glass.  Night had fallen over London, soon it would be time for the Watcher's Council to convene.  Douglas dreaded this meeting, dreaded the decision that inevitably would be made and the events it would set into motion.  The Watchers had existed since the beginning of time, guiding and caring for the Slayers, tonight could very well be the beginning of the end...
 
"The Council is gathering, Sir," announced a young man dressed impeccably in a dark suit and tie.
 
Douglas nodded and swallowed the rest of his tea, setting the cup down on the window sill, taking one last, deep breath before turning and following the apprentice into the candle-lit hallway.
 
The Watcher was one of the last to enter the meeting room, an oval chamber with a domed ceiling and highly polished, wood-paneled walls.  Scores of beeswax candles illuminated the meeting room, filling the chamber with a sweet aroma pleasing to the nose.  Douglas took his seat on the left- hand side of the table, two chairs from the table's end.  Like the other gathered Watchers, Douglas wore a long, black robe and a cowl over his head, his hands hidden in the wide sleeves of the garment.  Leaning back into the soft leather cushioning his seat, Douglas waited with the others until everyone was seated.
 
"We will dispense with the opening protocols, we have much to discuss tonight and very little time," said the leader of the Council, a man in his sixties simply known as Mr. Alexander.
 
"Ignoring protocol and tradition is at the very heart of our current dilemma, I believe," remarked Gregory indignantly, his sharp nose upraised for emphasis.
 
"I agree, the situation with the Slayer has been allowed to get completely out of control.  We must do everything in our power to bring her back to us."
 
"And how do you suggest we do that?  Mr. Wesley failed to reassert our authority upon Miss Summers, and your crack team failed to eliminate the rogue Miss Faith," reminded Douglas with a cold smile and a glint of relish in his eyes.
 
"Bringing up past failures is counter-productive," dismissed Mr. Alexander with a negligent wave of a hand.  "I want some new solutions put on the table."
 
"Assign this to Mr. Blackhart," said Mr. Gregory smugly.
 
"I hardly think this is the right kind of job for a man like him, rather like using a nuclear device to put out a house fire," retorted Douglas.
 
Mr. Alexander did not immediately reply, he sat back in his high-backed chair, thinking.
 
Mr. Gregory shot Douglas a triumphant smile, Douglas scowled darkly.
 
"Where is Mr. Blackhart currently assigned?" inquired Mr. Alexander.
 
"Paris, warding the Hellmouth there," answered Mr. Gregory quickly.
 
"Sir..," interjected Douglas.
 
"The Slayer must be brought back under our control, it is the very foundation of this order,"
said Mr. Alexander softly, watching Douglas with a cold gaze.  "Mr. Blackhart is the most qualified Watcher to do this.  Contact him, Mr. Gregory, and tell him what we wish him to do."
 
"It will be done, Sir," nodded the elderly Watcher solemnly.
 
Douglas closed his eyes, the decision he dreaded had been made. *****
 
Eve swayed into the abandoned theater, drawing the golden eye of every vampire within the huge, arched gallery.  She wore her raven hair long, it tapered off at the curve of spine and buttocks.
She wore attire that matched the other vampires in the theater, short, black, latex hot pants that cupped her small, luscious ass, black thigh boots, a latex halter imprinted by her large, stiff nipples,
a leather choker with leash ring, and heavily painted eyes and lips.  She licked her soft, glistening, black-painted lips now, smiling seductively to both male and female vampires while taking her position in the circle of undead, focusing on the master vampire who stood near the glowing lip of the Hellmouth.
 
"My brethren!  Tonight we make history!  Tonight we open the Hellmouth and release our trapped brothers and sisters back into the world, to make it ours once more!" declared the master vampire, holding his arms high.
 
The crowd of vampires roared with excitement, their cries becoming growls of hunger when the girl was brought forward, her bright red dress torn in several places.
 
"Behold the sacrifice!  The Key that will unlock the portal to Hell!" smiled the vampire lord.
 
Vampires smiled and licked dry lips as the master vampire ripped sharp nails down the front of the blonde girl's dress, baring her lithe, ripe, young body. The vampire lord clenched the girl's crotch, his fingers massaged her golden mound of pubic hair.  Eve licked her dark lips like everyone else, she could smell the girl's involuntary arousal, the wetness spreading from her manhandled pussy.  The vampire lord opened his mouth, revealing a maw filled with razor sharp teeth dripping with saliva.
 
"Let this girl's blood open the way!" roared the master vampire, lunging down and tearing out the screaming girl's throat.  The dying young woman twitched as her dark blood spurted down her body, coating her firm breasts and belly.  The watching vampires howled, driven into a frenzy by the smell of the hot, gushing blood.  Eve moved with the speed of thought, snatching the dead girl from the vampire lord's arms before he could use the corpse's blood to anoint the Hellmouth.
 
"I have her," sub-vocalized Eve softly.
 
Eve kept hold of the dead girl and hid behind a huge pillar just as the front doors of the theater were blasted off their hinges.  A boiling ball of flame hissed through the enormous room, and exploded above the glowing Hellmouth.
 
Vampires were ripped to pieces by the blast, their remains quickly consumed by the ravenous flames.  Only the master vampire survived, his body still ablaze as he jumped over the Hellmouth and faced the shattered doorway.
 
The Watcher strode slowly into the theater, garbed in a brown overcoat and a neat, gray, three-piece suit.  Red flames still danced in the Watcher's open right palm until he dispelled them.
 
"You," spat the master vampire, glancing at the hiding Eve.  "I heard that you had a trained bitch on a leash."
 
The Watcher smiled coldly, drawing a hand crossbow from the folds of his great coat.
 
The master vampire snorted disdainfully, diving at the Watcher with a blood-freezing roar.
He easily dodged the first wooden bolt fired by the Watcher, but failed to notice the second from the Watcher's second crossbow until the shaft had ran through his undead heart.  The master vampire's claws were a breath away from the Watcher's face when he exploded, ash raining onto the rotting floorboards.
 
Blackhart approached the dying glow of the Hellmouth as Eve left her sheltering pillar, the stain of blood upon her sensual lips.
 
"You didn't save the girl in time," observed Blackhart without emotion, his cold gray eyes staring into the black pit of the Hellmouth while he returned both of his crossbows to their resting places within his coat.
 
"There were too many, I had to wait until he had drawn blood," shrugged Eve, licking a last droplet of blood from her lower lip.
 
"Get rid of her before you return to the hotel," ordered the Watcher, turning on his heel and heading for the exit.
 
"Yes..Master," sneered Eve, her golden eyes aflame with hate. *****
 
Buffy grimaced when the vampire's filthy nails tore into her black t-shirt, parting shirt and a bra strap in one swift motion.  Buffy smashed her right heel into the vampire's foot, then grasped his holding arm and flung him away and over a headstone.  One vampire was down, but two more dove towards the Slayer, snatching at Buffy's arms and shoulders.  Buffy impaled one vampire with her right sneaker, sending him into flight like his companion.  The second vampire dragged a claw across Buffy's stomach, making three lines of bright scarlet over the blonde girl's taut belly.  Buffy bit back a cry of pain, ramming an elbow into the undead's skull, then punching the vampire in the face, shattering his nose.  While the vampire clutched his broken nose, Buffy drew a stake from her leather jacket and buried it in the vampire's chest. Even as the vampire burst into ash, Buffy staked another of her foes who had leapt for her again, killing the monster in mid-jump.
 
The last vampire crouched low to the ground, hissing softly at Buffy, eyeing her like a lion who watches a bleeding deer.  Buffy held her stake lightly in her right hand, her left palm pressed against her bleeding stomach.
 
"The Slayer hurts, let me end the pain," smiled the vampire, golden eyes gleaming like coins as he sidled closer to Buffy.
 
"Let me end yours," grinned Buffy, kicking the vampire in the chin, shattering his lower jaw.  While the undead howled, Buffy dove forward and staked him, flinching when his body burst into hot ash.
 
Buffy leaned against a tombstone, putting her stake away before clutching her scratched stomach.
 
"I'm getting sloppy in my old age," laughed Buffy to herself, pushing away from the tombstone to complete her patrol of the cemetery.
*****
 
Anya was just done refilling the shelf of bat wings when the doorbell above the shop entrance jingled.  The young woman turned to greet her customer like the manager had taught her, but stood mutely when her brown eyes fell upon the visitor.
 
The man was tall and powerful, with short, dark brown hair and arctic gray eyes.  He wore a great brown coat that fell to his ankles, when the coat parted Anya saw that he wore a smooth, dark blue, three-piece suit.  The man raised a hand to examine a jar of raven eyes, the girl spied a single silver ring with the engraving of a large, open eye upon it.
 
"You're a Watcher!" breathed Anya without thinking.
 
The man lowered the jar and turned to stare at Anya.  The brown-haired girl recoiled, even though she no longer possessed her demonic powers, she could sense the power coiled within the man, ready to spring forth and rend her apart.
 
"You are very observant, demon," smiled the Watcher, the smile never touching his gray eyes.
 
"I'm..I'm not a demon," stammered Anya, her back pressed firmly upon the back shelf.
 
The Watcher never took his eyes away from Anya as he walked behind the counter and drew close to the girl.  He towered over her, and lowered his hard face, his nostrils inhaling the scent of her long hair, her graceful neck.
 
"Yes, you are a demon, child," purred the Watcher, his right hand caressing the curve of Anya's throat, sliding down to gently cup her left breast.
 
"What..what do you want?" swallowed Anya, her left nipple swelling from the tall man's touch.
 
"The Slayer.  Do you know where she is?" murmured the Watcher, his groping hand descending to Anya's left buttock, which he squeezed firmly.
 
"Y..yes."
 
"Tell me, and I will reward you," whispered the Watcher into Anya's left ear before he licked the side of her neck.
 
"What can you give me?" retorted Anya, pulling away from the man, her heart pounding.
 
"What you desire most, little demon, magic!" grinned Blackhart, his eyes alight with the promise of power.
*****
 
Buffy unlocked the door of the apartment and shuffled inside, closing and locking the door behind her.  The smell of incense was thick in the air. Willow must be casting again, thought Buffy as she made her way wearily to the small kitchen to get a cup of fruit juice.  Buffy was so tired she broke a rule and drank directly from the bottle, swallowing every last drop of the sweet, invigorating beverage.  Buffy tossed the empty bottle into the recycling bin and walked slowly into the candle-lit living room, the walls covered with bookshelves, hanging bundles of herbs, and a single poster of Dingos Ate My Baby.  Buffy pulled off her ruined t-shirt with a groan and tossed it onto the carpet, unclasping her damaged bra as she pushed open the door of her bedroom. Grateful that Willow was using her own room, Buffy kicked off her sneakers and slipped out of her tight jeans and panties.
Buffy's panties were sopping wet, she dropped them into her hamper with a hot blush on her face.
Entering the tiny bathroom, Buffy turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat, examining her stomach and side in the mirror just above the sink. When the water was nice and steaming, Buffy climbed into the stall and closed the plastic shower drape, groaning with pleasure when the hot water poured over her head and down her slim body.  Embarrassed but driven by her Slayer impulses, Buffy reached between her legs and rubbed her aching cunt.  A soft gasp escaped Buffy's lips as she fondled herself, honey instantly covering her caressing fingers.
 
Buffy placed her left palm on the shower wall and leaned against it, her hips thrusting as she delved deeper into her pussy, pink flesh parting beneath her digits.  Buffy started to moan, she hoped the spray of the shower would cover her cries while she rubbed harder, her fingers slipping into her vagina, the muscles of her cunt squeezing.  Buffy closed her eyes, her mouth trembling, hot water slick upon her shoulder length gold hair.  The beautiful Slayer clenched her small buttocks, thrusting harder with her pelvis, her thin fingers digging deeper and deeper into her dripping sex.  Buffy pressed her nude body against the shower wall, the cool, slick tile caressing her tits while her thighs quivered, the muscles quaking from the orgasm that blossomed from her glistening pussy and spread like a sun-starved flower beneath a bright, golden sun.
 
After soaping and rinsing, Buffy staggered from the steaming stall, dried off, and brushed her teeth before returning to her bedroom.  Exhausted and limp, Buffy collapsed onto her small bed, wincing slightly from her nearly healed wounds.  Buffy hugged her thick pillow and fell instantly asleep.  Across the street, watching from the edge of a rooftop, Eve tossed her dark, silky hair, and smiled wolfishly.
*****