| CHAPTER 22 |
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With a chilling smile, Buffy brought down the demon that had attacked her.
Sparing Hammond an icy glance she uttered a baleful promise. "You will know
the true meaning of pain, both of you." That said, she struck off the head of
the Polgara demon in front of her. Spike was having the time of his unlife, whooping each time a demon fell dead at his feet. "Should we advance on these guys, Slayer?" "Nope, my boys will push them towards us." Buffy said with a gleeful laugh. "Didn't you hear that cry earlier?" "Yeah, but I figured it was the demons. So you are sayin we have help then?" Spike queried, while thrusting his sword into the stomach of the Fyarl in front of him. "Yup, at least one of the boys, maybe more," Buffy grunted as she removed the left antler from a Chaos Demon. Hammond and Angel shared a glance. "Boys? Did you know she had outside help Angel?" Hammond inquired. "All I know about the bitch is she stuck that fucking sword through my groin last night." Angel growled in remembered pain. Hammond looked over at Buffy as she spun and removed the head of the demon she had been fighting. "There is something familiar about her�" His voice trailed off as he glimpsed four white-clad figures towards the back of the mob of demons. "Oh shit�" "What? Is something wrong?" Angel glanced around, and then looked quizzically at Hammond. "Only if you consider an impending apocalypse to be something to worry about." Hammond muttered, as he started wondering how he could get out of this with his head intact. It had only been a few minutes, and the number of attacking demons had been slightly diminished. However, the mages had been attacking the wards on the house, and managed to break the first one. The violent reaction to this caused all the windows in the house to explode outward. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Willow's head snapped up, a look of concern flashing through her eyes. "There goes the first ward." Xander flinched away from the window he had been standing at as the glass exploded outward. "And the windows. Man is Mrs. Summers gonna be pissed." The last of the wards snapped into place, lighting the dark basement with an eerie blue glow. "Well, we've done all we can for now, lets try and recoup a little just in case." Giles said as he slowly and stiffly rose to his feet. "I am too old to be sitting on hard concrete anymore�" he muttered quietly as he stretched his stiff muscles. Tara and Willow shared a look and then giggled. "Giles, you aren't old." Anya passed an appraising look over Giles and commented, "I'm sure you are not as old as you presently feel. However, I would suggest it to be in your best interest to become more limber, as I'm sure Mrs. Summers will be expecting major orgasms after all this trouble is over." While Tara and Willow fell over laughing, Giles whipped his glasses off his face and began stuttering incoherently. "Gee Ahn; I think you broke the G-man." Xander quipped before laughing as well. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Buffy's eyes narrowed as she heard the shattering of glass. "Someone is so gonna pay for that!" she growled before raising her voice in a loud call. "Eximo damno veneficus vir primoris!" (Take out the damned mages first!) Almost as if someone had been waiting for that command, one of the figures in white flung a dagger at one the mages. In the blink of an eye, the mage was down, the dagger protruding from his left eye socket. The other two fell in swift succession to the edge of a gleaming katana. Spike started to laugh at the look of shock on Angel's face. "Looks like you've got a trio of dead mages on your hands, Peaches." After that, it was a simple job of dispatching the remainder of the demons. Hammond quietly attempted to make good his escape, intending to leave both Angel and the now-conscious Hank to the dubious mercy of the figures in white. "Operor non permoveo." (Do not move) Although Hammond couldn't understand what the white-clad person said, the sharp point of the sword at his back made the meaning clear. The figure forced Hammond to his knees, and then motioned for Angel and Hank to assume the same position. One look at the swiftly dying demons and they both fell to their knees. As the last of the demons fell to the sharp edge of her deadly sword, Buffy breathed a sigh of relief. Turning to Spike, she flashed him a wicked grin, sheathed her sword across her back, and launched herself into his arms. "WE WON!" she cried as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Spike dropped the katana he was holding and wrapped his arm around her waist, "That we did love, that we did." Staring into her eyes, he leaned his head down and placed a delicate kiss on her lips, one that soon turned heated. A quiet cough from behind them attempted, and failed, to get their attention. The cough turned into snickers, which caused Spike to raise his head and growl. Buffy giggled and rested her head on Spike's chest. "I think we're busted." She stepped away from Spike and stood slightly in front of him, facing the four figures in white. The tallest of the four stepped forward, sword raised in a challenging position. Then, to Spike's surprise, sank to its knees, head bowed, sword lying across the upraised palms. In a firm voice, that held the barest trace of an accent, the figure spoke, "Meus mucro ego locus procul vestra imperium. (My sword I place at thy command.) Meus cruor vobis ego mos effundo. (My blood for thee I will shed.) Meus vita prodigo pro vestra causa. (My life expend for thy cause.) Umquam obedienter ut vestra mos, (Ever obedient to thy will,) Imperium mihi, quod ego pareo. (Command me, and I obey.)" With a tinkling laugh, Buffy reached out a hand and whapped the kneeling figure on the head. "Get off your knees Methos, you look like a moron." |
| CHAPTER 23 |
| Climbing to his feet, Methos sheathed his sword before flinging back the
white hood that shaded his face. With a wicked chuckle he said, "Now is that
any way to treat your favored son, Mother?" Buffy snorted and rolled her eyes. "Yes. When that son is you." Placing his hand over his heart, Methos adopted a wounded expression. "Mother, you wound me. What have I done to merit such?" A muffled laugh burst forth from the larger of the three remaining white-clad personages. "Looks like she's got your number, old man." "I've had his number since the day I yanked his skinny ass out of that snow bank over 5000 years ago," Buffy remarked. Hank started to climb to his feet, sputtering, "Now see here you stupid bitch, I don't care�" His blustering foolishness was abruptly stopped by the application of Spike's fist to his face. "Told you before, you bloody wanker, NOBODY talks to her like that!" Spike kicked Hank in the ribs for good measure. "Oh, I think I like this one," Methos exclaimed. Angel lunged up from the ground, in a lame attempt to tackle Buffy. "You stupid cunt, you've ruined everything!" Before Buffy could react, the white-robed figure that had been standing behind Angel, knocked him over the head with the pommel of its sword, and he fell to the ground dazed. Looking more than a little perturbed, Hammond quietly asked, "If I may inquire, what happens next? You have obviously won the right for the girl to be your sacrifice�" He trailed off as Buffy rounded on him, a look of utter fury on her face. "Dawn is nobody's damned sacrifice! Get that through your fucking thick skull right now," Buffy growled, her eyes flashing angrily. "But� the robes, and you calling them 'your boys' and�" Hammond trailed off totally confused. The figure who had smacked Angel over the head laughed. "I've been called a lot of things in my lifetime, but never a boy." Buffy snickered at the look of confusion on Hammond's face. "So, since I know for a fact that the other three are dead, permanently, wanna fill me in on who is wearing the robes?" Methos laughed and bowed mockingly to Buffy. "As my lady wishes." "The rather large lump over there, portraying the image of war�" Methos laughed, "Would be one Duncan MacLeod. Must say he just doesn't have Kronos' touch though." Duncan pulled off his hood and grinned. "Don't know why I let you talk me into wearing this getup." "Cause you look sexy in that robe and you know it?" Methos grinned and blew Mac a kiss. "Moving along now, the one portraying the image of famine is the ever lovely Amanda." Amanda pulled her hood off, shook out her long black hair and snickered. "And from what I've heard, I'm the skinniest famine ever." "No kidding, Caspian ate more in one sitting than you do in a week." Mac said with a grin. "Oh bite me Mac." Amanda said, sticking out her tongue. "Enough you two, this is serious business." Methos snickered softly. Turning to the last figure, the one who had smacked Angel over the head. "Last but not least, portraying the image of pestilence, the Lady Cassandra." Cassandra lowered her hood and smiled. "How are you Buffy? I see we got here in time." Buffy laughed, reached over and hugged a very confused Spike. "Hi Cassie. Yup, you guys got here in time." Grinning at Mac she continued, "Never thought I'd be happy to see a morose Scotsman though." Mac just laughed and finished removing the robe he was wearing. "How are Joyce and Dawn? These idiots didn't get to them did they?" Buffy turned towards the house. "Bring them, we don't need the neighbors spying on us and gossiping." Methos clapped a hand to Spike's shoulder and winked. "You and I need to have a drink and discuss just exactly why Mother was kissing you." Spike's eyes widened and he just stared at Methos. "You do realize that I ain't exactly human?" "Oh he realizes, he is just tryna get under your skin. Either that or he just wants to see how drunk he can get you," Buffy tossed over her shoulder as she reached for the door. And was promptly flung back as the 2nd stage ward activated. Spike rushed over to her, cradling her against him while checking her over for any kind of damage the ward may have caused. Angel started laughing. "You had the lesbian witch bitches lock US out, but forgot that any wards would lock you out as well. You really are a dumb cunt." Cassandra placed the tip of her sword at the base of Angel's skull. "One more word from you, and I will remove your vocal cords from the back." Angel opened his mouth and Hammond gave a deep sigh. "Do be quiet Angel. You may be a client of the firm, but even the senior partners won't go against the horsemen and their teacher." Methos stood there, staring at the door. "Any suggestions on how we are gonna get in?" Spike thought for a moment and grinned as an idea formed. "Anyone got a cell phone? There has to be at least one in the house, if not more. And I know the watcher seldom lets his out of his sight." Amanda reached into her back pocket and produced her phone. "Here, it might be best if a voice he recognizes is on this end." She tossed the phone to Spike. "Ta pet. You're right; he'd have an eppie if he didn't recognize the voice. And we sure don't need visit from Ripper to round out the evening." Spike caught the phone as he and Buffy rose to their feet. Spike flipped open the phone and dialed Giles' number. When Giles answered Spike quipped, "Wanna open the front door Rupes? We got company and they really need to use the loo." |
| CHAPTER 24 |
| "I take it then, that the situation has been resolved to our satisfaction?"
Giles queried. Spike laughed into the phone. "Yeah, the problem has been� taken care of� in an unexpected manner, resulting in us having guests. So be a good watcher and open the bloody door!" "Guests? What kind of guests? Are you sure�" Giles started to ask, only to be interrupted by Spike. "Listen Rupert. The sun is rising, and if you recall I have a rather large aversion to becoming dust. Open the fucking door!" Before Spike could say anything further, Buffy plucked the phone from his fingers. "Giles open the door and drop the wards, please. Thank you." Buffy spoke calmly yet firmly into the phone before pressing the end button, effectively cutting Giles off in mid rant. Cassandra laughed softly. "I love how she does that." "From what I've heard, she could convince the pope that he's really a porn star," Mac said with a chuckle. "Bring them," Buffy said as the front door opened, revealing a nervous looking Giles. She swept into the house, snagging Spike's hand and pulling him in after her. Giles stared in open-mouthed shock as four armed strangers shoved three other people into the house. "What's going on?" he started to inquire but was interrupted by Dawn as she ran past him. "Uncle Methos!" Dawn squealed as she tackled him at the door. "Did you bring me anything?" Methos chuckled and wrapped Dawn up in a hug. "Maybe. If you've been good." Angel laughed. "Send her my way. I'll teach her how to be very good." He leered at Dawn and ran his eyes suggestively up and down her twelve year old frame. Before anyone else could react, Mac backhanded Angel, splitting his lip. "Shut your mouth and keep your eyes off of her." Xander laughed with glee. "Do it again, do it again!" Turning to Giles he loudly commented, "I like this guy." He paused a beat then, a little quieter asked, "Who is he?" "I have no idea," Giles said looking bewildered. "But I am going to assume that Dawn knows at least one of them." As soon as Mac turned away, Angel started spewing more vulgar and obscene suggestions as to what Dawn could do to be considered 'good'. This time it was Buffy who stopped him. "One more word from you and I will have your tongue removed." Everyone blinked in astonishment at the quiet menace in Buffy's voice but it was Hammond who ventured a comment. "Do shut up Angelus. Even your association with Wolfram and Hart can't save you from her." Just then Joyce came in from the kitchen and saw Hank. "You bastard!" She stalked over to him and kicked him square in the balls. "Your own daughter! How could you! I hope Mother gives you exactly what you deserve." "'Oh don't worry Joyce. I will. And I guarantee he won't like it," Buffy said with a voice so cold, it made everyone in the room shiver. "Yes, well�" Giles seemed almost at a loss for words. Almost. He cleared his throat and started again. "I am assuming that the� person� Joyce just�" Giles winced slightly, "kicked is Hank Summers. But if I may inquire, who are the others?" He turned to Buffy with one eyebrow raised. "Sure Giles, I'll make with the intros�" Buffy started, but was interrupted by Angel's loudly obscene remarks. "Damnit, I did warn him." Standing up, she stalked over to Angel, and held out her hand, palm up. Knowing what Buffy was after; Cassandra placed a long, thin-bladed dagger into Buffy's palm. "Would you like me to hold his head for you?" "Its gonna take at least 2 of you� he's pretty strong." Buffy said dispassionately. "Here, love. Let me help" Spike said with a grin. "Thanks Spike." Turning to the others in the room, Buffy said, "If you want to wait out in the kitchen, I won't think any less of you. It won't be a pleasant sight." When nobody moved, or indicated they were going to move, Buffy turned back to Angel. "Hold his head still please and his mouth open." While Spike held Angel's head still, Cassandra used her knowledge of pressure points to lock Angel's jaw open wide. "Thank you." Buffy glanced at the two young witches. "Do either of you know a spell to heat metal? 'Cause I so don't want blood on Joyce's rug." Willow nodded and stepped forward. "I think I can do it." Placing one finger on the dagger Willow spoke, "Benim emrimle ates bu bi�aga baglansin." (By my will, Fire bound to this blade)As the words left her lips, the dagger blade began to glow red-hot. "Sweet. Thanks Willow." Turning away from Willow to face Angel again, Buffy allowed a cold smirk to grace her lips. "Brace yourself Angel; this is gonna hurt� a lot." Reaching past his bared teeth, Buffy grasped his tongue in her fingers, digging her long nails into it. "Hold him still." With a yank on his tongue, and a swipe of the dagger, Angel was separated from the offending appendage with a scream of sheer agony. "There, that should keep him quiet for a while." Nodding to Cassandra and Spike, indicating they could release him, Buffy stepped back from Angel and looked at the dagger. "Ya think you can� I dunno� cool it off?" Arching one eyebrow at Willow, she waited patiently. Willow nodded and closed her eyes, uttering "Benim emrimle ates bu bi�aktan ayrilsin," (By my will, Fire released from this blade) And the blade returned to its normal state. "Thanks babe." Buffy returned the dagger to Cassandra and walked over to the chair, sitting down and smirking at the looks she was getting from the people in the room. "What? I did warn him. Not my fault he couldn't keep a civil tongue in his head." A/N: translations Benim emrimle ates bu bi�aga baglansin |
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