Memories Maketh the Man, Chapter 10
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maryperk73703Poor Lorne. Poor Ethan. Oh, not poor Buffy though.
Chapter 10
The janitor, a minion by the name of Chad, stumbled away from the school. Inside him he could feel his vampire demon fighting a losing battle against the other invading demon.
Chad was a young demon, and on top of that he was a very lazy demon. He had decided early on that hunting was more work than it was worth. That was why he worked at the school as a janitor. That way he’d have money to just buy his blood from Willy. He didn’t drink any of that pig swill, but Willy’s provided human blood a lot easier than beating up a human to get it.
Chad stumbled past the Enchanted Forest Shop into Miller’s Woods. Within minutes Chad was suppressed and Eyghon ruled the body. The human features were replaced by the demonic visage of the conquering demon.
“Nice body,” Eyghon hissed. “But not as nice as one of my own marked servants. This one is too limited.” He knew the body he inhabited had certain limitations he wasn’t willing to deal with on a permanent basis. Being out in the sunlight was the biggest of those vulnerabilities. He needed to find a hiding spot.
“Hungry too,” Eyghon growled. “Time to find some succulent young thing to feed on.” He used his senses to select where the most human signatures were gathered, and he set off in search of a meal.
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Giles and Phillip strong armed Ethan out of Giles’ car and up the stairs outside the high school.
“Ouch,” Ethan complained. He pulled against the hands that restrained him. “Can’t you two be a little gentler on the merchandise?”
“Do you ever shut up?” Phillip tightened his grip on Ethan’s arm. He directed his next comment to Giles. “I don’t remember him talking this much before.”
“His need to hear himself speak has grown exponentially over the years,” Giles said with a smirk. “You should have heard him last week after he did a chaos spell.” He pulled Phillip and Ethan into the shadows when Principal Snyder appeared at the doorway of the high school. Together the three Brits watched the shorter man stride away with great confidence.
“Does he have any idea about Sunnydale’s night life?” Phillip asked. “He seems to have a great amount of confidence.”
“He’s the big fish in our little pond, Oggy. Of course he has confidence.” Giles pulled his keys out of his pocket, and he fumbled with the lock on the school door.
Ethan pulled away from Phillip, thinking that Giles was preoccupied with the door. He had only made it one step away when a young man he recognized as one of the Slayer’s friends appeared on the inside of the school holding a cross in his hand. Giles immediately dropped his keys back into his pocket, and he grabbed Ethan’s arm.
The boy opened the door from the inside. He stepped back to let the three older men enter the school, and he took a quick look out the door before he closed it.
“Xander, what are you doing in the school?” Giles asked in a concerned voice. If it hadn’t been for the cross still clutched in Xander’s hand, he would have been worried about the teenager.
Xander gave an evasive shrug. “It’s not a good night to be at home.” He led the way to the library. He glanced over his shoulder once before asking, “So, this is the guy who made us all become our Halloween costumes, huh?”
“Ethan Rayne, Esquire, at your service,” Ethan said pompously.
Xander rolled his eyes. “Honestly, other than the ability to put an M-16 together in fifty-seven seconds, something I couldn’t do before, it wasn’t all that much fun.” He pushed the doors of the library open.
Giles and Phillip manhandled Ethan into a chair that was set inside the book cage. After they tied and gagged the reluctant guest up, they stepped out of the cage. They quickly locked the door behind them.
“We need to take turns guarding against Eyghon.” Giles crossed the room to the counter where he pulled out several crossbows. “If he shows up, we need to be prepared to wake the others. He can take over anyone who is dead, unconscious, or sleeping.”
“I’ll take first shift,” Phillip replied. He went to the counter. “Jet lag is quite the downer.”
“I’ll go last. I need to be up early anyway.” Xander shrugged. “I’m seeing Brenna Hassib before class.”
Giles nodded. “Let’s get some rest then. Wake me in two hours, Oggy.”
Phillip nodded his agreement. Then, Giles and Xander found places to sleep.
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“You okay, boss?” Deke asked as he put a SeaBreeze on the bar beside the Host. He glanced at the stage. “What you’re seeing can’t be worse than their singing.”
Lorne reached for his drink. “Oh, sugar, you couldn’t be more wrong.”
Deke’s eyes went back to the stage, and he shuddered. “They’re not planning on singing the extended version are they?” He wasn’t sure how much more torture his ears could take.
“I’m afraid so.” Lorne sighed. “I’ll have to take that song off the play list after this. I’ll never be able to listen to it again without flashing back.” The green-skinned demon winced again. He took another swig of his alcohol while he waited for the vampire and his companion to finish their painful rendition of one of his more popular karaoke duets.
Angel put the microphone down, and he rushed over to the Host. “Well?” he demanded. “What did you see? What should I do to help Buffy?”
“I keep telling him she doesn’t need his help,” Cordelia huffed.
Lorne held up his hands in surrender when the vampire stood over him almost menacingly. “Where is a good inter-dimensional portal when you need one?” he muttered under his breath. “I wish one would suck these two away before I have to tell them what I saw.”
“Wish granted.” The woman sitting next to Lorne still faced the bar while she whispered the words. With these two gone, Elizabeth and her William would have much less opposition to their destiny.
Behind Angel and Cordelia a portal opened up, sucked them in screaming, and disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Across the ocean, in Wesley Wyndam-Pryce’s room, another portal opened, dropping a human female dressed in sack cloth onto the startled Watcher trainee’s floor. Winifred Burkle was finally home. She wasn’t on the right side of the ocean or the right continent, but she was finally in the right dimension.
Lorne stared at the spot where Angel and Cordelia Chase had just been standing. “What on earth was that?”
“You wished, I granted.” The woman swung around on bar stool. “Thank you. I’ve been hoping for some revenge on their souls for many centuries.”
Lorne held out one hand towards the woman. “I’m the Host, but you can call me Lorne.” Anyone that had that kind of power wasn’t someone he wanted to trifle with. He assumed she was a vengeance demon of some sort.
The woman took Lorne’s offered hand. “Ceridwyn, patron saint of reincarnation, at your service.” She chuckled. “Did you know that you mutter under your breath when you read your singers? You might want to watch that. Some information in the wrong hands could be catastrophic.”
“You ready, Ceri?” Anyanka returned from the bathroom. “My next client is about to make her wish.” She hurried towards the door.
“Certainly.” Ceridwyn dropped Lorne’s hand. “It was nice to meet you.” With that she followed behind her friend.
Anyanka and Ceridwyn popped into another bar. This one was much swankier than the last one they were in. They went inside where they found an elegant dark haired woman knocking back whiskeys like a seasoned alcoholic.
“That fucker used me to advance his career,” Lilah Morgan muttered. “Lindsey McDonald is going to rue the day he crossed me. I wish every male employed by Wolfram and Hart any where in existence would become dickless. It’s the least they deserve.”
“Wish granted,” Anyanka giggled. “Hoffy is going to reward you for this one.”
“Yes, you and her both,” Ceridwyn said cryptically.
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Buffy followed Spike to the door. “You’re not going back to her, are you?” She tried hard not to feel jealous.
“Not hardly, pet.” Spike turned to smile at Buffy. “Dru’d probably stake me in my sleep.”
“Where are you gonna stay then?” Buffy worried her bottom lip with her teeth.
“I’ll find someplace. There’s sure to be more than one deserted place to crash in this town. Don’t worry so much.” Spike reached out to pull Buffy’s lip from between her teeth. “You’re gonna hurt that pretty little lip of yours doing that.”
Buffy stared up into Spike’s face while he continued to rub the plump softness of her mouth. She felt as if she couldn’t catch her breath. “Is this us, or am I just feeling what all the girls before me felt?”
“Does this feel like us?” Spike leaned down to place a chaste kiss on Buffy’s lips. He pulled away when she moaned and tried to deepen the kiss. He smirked down at her. “I should have known the only thing better than killing a Slayer was loving one.”
“You better not be loving any other Slayers to test that theory out,” Buffy snarled. “You’re mine.”
Spike chuckled at the Slayer’s jealousy. “All yours, I promise. Now, my love, I bid you adieu.” He leaned over Buffy’s hand, and he gave it a kiss.
“À demain,Guillaume,” Buffy whispered. She escorted Spike the rest of the way to the door, and after she closed the door behind him, she let out a contented sigh. <I>God, he can kiss, and we haven’t even gotten to the sexy ones yet. </I>
Song sang by Angel and Cordelia for Lorne: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7SEmOq8API&feature=PlayList&p=6145E6FDA710DDD5&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=13
Memories Maketh the Man, Chapter 10
Date: 2009-09-28 09:08 pm (UTC)Heh... I like the original song. Not sure how Angel and Cordelia may have sounded but Angel his know for his 'talent'. ;)
Heh vengeance wishes at last to Buffy and Spike's favor this time.
PS - the last sentence isn't italic
Re: Memories Maketh the Man, Chapter 10
Date: 2009-09-28 09:42 pm (UTC)