Buffy's New Boyfriend, Chapter 22
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maryperk73703Kakistos is toast and without any kissing. Poor Kakistos.
Chapter 22 I don’t know where the hell I put them
“Boss,” Lenny hissed to get Spike’s attention. He was glad the Slayer was at the other end of the cemetery. No matter how much he blustered, the young warrior woman scared the piss out of him, and he had no idea how Spike could stand to be so close to her. “I found Kakistos and his entourage.”
The words instantly had Spike’s attention. “Where is he?”
“Warehouse on the east side. He’s there with his minions,” Lenny answered. “Chad’s keeping an eye out. What now?”
“We eliminate them.”
“When are we going after them?” Lenny asked. “Tonight?”
Spike tapped his chin. “No, I’ll talk the Slayers and the Scoobies into doing a torch job during the day. That way none of them will get away. I want you and Chad to block any sewer entrances that the warehouse might have.”
“Sure thing, Boss.” Lenny gave Spike a puzzled look. “You thing you can really talk the Slayer into doing a torch job?”
“Just have to word it right.” Spike shrugged. “Kakistos’ followers have no problem sacrificin’ themselves for him. I’d prefer Buffy doesn’t get hurt by the wankers.”
Lenny mentally shook his head. Sure, the Slayer was cute enough, but he didn’t really understand her appeal. To each their own. As long as he didn’t get staked, he was a happy camper.
Twelve hours later the Slayers, Diana, Oz, and the other werewolves stood outside Kakistos’ lair watching it burn. Dot and Kelsa’s attentions was focused primarily on making sure that the vampires inside the warehouse didn’t escape their fiery death.
“Kissing Toast is kinda old,” Buffy observed. “Older than the Master, for sure. We should find his bones later, smush them up, and throw them in the ocean. That way nobody can try to bring him back.”
Oz glanced at the other werewolves. Somehow, he’d become the unofficial leader of their little group, despite Farkas’ greater knowledge of werewolf lore. “We’ll stick around, Buffy. Make sure nothing escapes.”
Farkas and Conrad nodded their agreement.
“Thanks, Oz.” Buffy glanced past the alpha werewolf. “Thanks, guys. I have to jet in a few, I’m afraid. I have one more final to take this afternoon. American Lit. I’m so glad Spike helped me study.”
Diana held back her reaction to hearing how helpful the senior Slayer’s pet vampire appeared to be. “There’s one more vampire we need to take out, isn’t there? Angelus?” Apparently William the Bloody wasn’t this Slayer’s first pet vampire.
“Yeah, we’re going after him tonight.” Buffy rubbed the side of her face. “Thing is, if he ever actually gets a clue about statue we’re in big trouble.”
“Do you need help, B?” Faith asked. “I know a lot about exes who go to the dark side after sex.”
“Nah. Thanks for offering though. I think Giles, Spike, and I can handle Angelus. He’s not as tough as he thinks he is.” Buffy gave Faith a tight smile. It was still hard on her, having to kill her ex-lover, but having Spike on her side helped tremendously. “Besides the three of us have the most motives to dust him.”
“I’m glad Giles has Anyanka now,” Oz replied. “He lost it when Angelus killed Ms. Calendar.”
“Totally!” Buffy agreed, showing her Valley Girl beginnings. “I just -- well not the W word -- but you know, she’d told us who she was before all the bad crap happened.”
Oz grunted, and the werewolves nodded in agreement. Of course, things weren’t looking too bad for them. They had an alpha now, and they were considered a pack.
“Maybe if he had said something,” Buffy continued. “I mean, if I were cursed by gypsies I would have tried to find out what the whole spiel was.”
Dot let out a snort of laughter. “He’s an idiot.”
“I agree,” Kelsa replied. She glanced sideways at Farkas and Conrad. “Most men are.”
“Hey, I resemble that remark,” Conrad cried out. He grinned when the others laughed at him.
“Well, now that Kakistos is gone, where are we going next?” Faith asked Diana.
“There’s a Hellmouth in Cleveland. It’s not as big, or as powerful, as the one here,” the Watcher said.
“Plenty of demons to go around here in Sunnydale,” Buffy said. “You’re welcome to stay.”
“Maybe.” Diana gave a shrug. “Depends on what the Council has to say.”
Buffy looked at her watch. “I’m off to take my final. Thanks for the help, guys.”
“No problem,” Oz replied. The other werewolves gave Buffy a wave good-bye when she started off towards the high school.
“Screw the Council,” Faith said. “Sunnydale is way too interesting to leave, for a while at least. It has witches, werewolves, and way too many fun things to kill.” She slung her arm around Diana’s shoulders. “Wanna go back to the hotel and fuck, baby?”
Diana blushed at Faith’s bluntness, but she allowed the young Slayer to lead her away from the vigilant werewolves. They’d probably be there watching the burning warehouse well into the night.
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“I don’t know where the hell I put them,” Buffy grumbled. She glanced around the hotel room again.
“Put what, luv?” Spike looked up from his book. He lay sprawled on the bed clad only in his jeans.
“Those swords we took off that Dragoon demon last night.”
“They’re under the bed.” Spike went back to reading. “What do you need them for?”
Buffy shrugged. “Giles called while you were sleeping. We’re going after Angelus at dusk.”
Spike immediately sat up. “Are you okay with that, Slayer?” He had no idea what the Slayer thought about Angelus anymore. She hadn’t spoken that much about the elder vampire since Spike had left the mansion.
“Of course I am.” Buffy looked at Spike. She gave him a small smile before she crossed the room to him where she stood between his legs. She rested her hands on his shoulders.
Spike settled his hands on her hips while he stared up into Buffy’s face. “I’m so in love with you, Slayer. You better not do anything stupid.”
“It’s a good thing you’re coming with us, then, huh?” Then, a soft, sweet smile crossed Buffy’s face when she realized what Spike had said in relations with his feeling for her. “Oh thank God, I thought I was the only one. I’m so in love with you too.” She cupped Spike’s face with her hands, and she leaned down.
“Buffy.” Her name fell from his lips just before their mouths met.
Chapter 22 I don’t know where the hell I put them
“Boss,” Lenny hissed to get Spike’s attention. He was glad the Slayer was at the other end of the cemetery. No matter how much he blustered, the young warrior woman scared the piss out of him, and he had no idea how Spike could stand to be so close to her. “I found Kakistos and his entourage.”
The words instantly had Spike’s attention. “Where is he?”
“Warehouse on the east side. He’s there with his minions,” Lenny answered. “Chad’s keeping an eye out. What now?”
“We eliminate them.”
“When are we going after them?” Lenny asked. “Tonight?”
Spike tapped his chin. “No, I’ll talk the Slayers and the Scoobies into doing a torch job during the day. That way none of them will get away. I want you and Chad to block any sewer entrances that the warehouse might have.”
“Sure thing, Boss.” Lenny gave Spike a puzzled look. “You thing you can really talk the Slayer into doing a torch job?”
“Just have to word it right.” Spike shrugged. “Kakistos’ followers have no problem sacrificin’ themselves for him. I’d prefer Buffy doesn’t get hurt by the wankers.”
Lenny mentally shook his head. Sure, the Slayer was cute enough, but he didn’t really understand her appeal. To each their own. As long as he didn’t get staked, he was a happy camper.
Twelve hours later the Slayers, Diana, Oz, and the other werewolves stood outside Kakistos’ lair watching it burn. Dot and Kelsa’s attentions was focused primarily on making sure that the vampires inside the warehouse didn’t escape their fiery death.
“Kissing Toast is kinda old,” Buffy observed. “Older than the Master, for sure. We should find his bones later, smush them up, and throw them in the ocean. That way nobody can try to bring him back.”
Oz glanced at the other werewolves. Somehow, he’d become the unofficial leader of their little group, despite Farkas’ greater knowledge of werewolf lore. “We’ll stick around, Buffy. Make sure nothing escapes.”
Farkas and Conrad nodded their agreement.
“Thanks, Oz.” Buffy glanced past the alpha werewolf. “Thanks, guys. I have to jet in a few, I’m afraid. I have one more final to take this afternoon. American Lit. I’m so glad Spike helped me study.”
Diana held back her reaction to hearing how helpful the senior Slayer’s pet vampire appeared to be. “There’s one more vampire we need to take out, isn’t there? Angelus?” Apparently William the Bloody wasn’t this Slayer’s first pet vampire.
“Yeah, we’re going after him tonight.” Buffy rubbed the side of her face. “Thing is, if he ever actually gets a clue about statue we’re in big trouble.”
“Do you need help, B?” Faith asked. “I know a lot about exes who go to the dark side after sex.”
“Nah. Thanks for offering though. I think Giles, Spike, and I can handle Angelus. He’s not as tough as he thinks he is.” Buffy gave Faith a tight smile. It was still hard on her, having to kill her ex-lover, but having Spike on her side helped tremendously. “Besides the three of us have the most motives to dust him.”
“I’m glad Giles has Anyanka now,” Oz replied. “He lost it when Angelus killed Ms. Calendar.”
“Totally!” Buffy agreed, showing her Valley Girl beginnings. “I just -- well not the W word -- but you know, she’d told us who she was before all the bad crap happened.”
Oz grunted, and the werewolves nodded in agreement. Of course, things weren’t looking too bad for them. They had an alpha now, and they were considered a pack.
“Maybe if he had said something,” Buffy continued. “I mean, if I were cursed by gypsies I would have tried to find out what the whole spiel was.”
Dot let out a snort of laughter. “He’s an idiot.”
“I agree,” Kelsa replied. She glanced sideways at Farkas and Conrad. “Most men are.”
“Hey, I resemble that remark,” Conrad cried out. He grinned when the others laughed at him.
“Well, now that Kakistos is gone, where are we going next?” Faith asked Diana.
“There’s a Hellmouth in Cleveland. It’s not as big, or as powerful, as the one here,” the Watcher said.
“Plenty of demons to go around here in Sunnydale,” Buffy said. “You’re welcome to stay.”
“Maybe.” Diana gave a shrug. “Depends on what the Council has to say.”
Buffy looked at her watch. “I’m off to take my final. Thanks for the help, guys.”
“No problem,” Oz replied. The other werewolves gave Buffy a wave good-bye when she started off towards the high school.
“Screw the Council,” Faith said. “Sunnydale is way too interesting to leave, for a while at least. It has witches, werewolves, and way too many fun things to kill.” She slung her arm around Diana’s shoulders. “Wanna go back to the hotel and fuck, baby?”
Diana blushed at Faith’s bluntness, but she allowed the young Slayer to lead her away from the vigilant werewolves. They’d probably be there watching the burning warehouse well into the night.
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“I don’t know where the hell I put them,” Buffy grumbled. She glanced around the hotel room again.
“Put what, luv?” Spike looked up from his book. He lay sprawled on the bed clad only in his jeans.
“Those swords we took off that Dragoon demon last night.”
“They’re under the bed.” Spike went back to reading. “What do you need them for?”
Buffy shrugged. “Giles called while you were sleeping. We’re going after Angelus at dusk.”
Spike immediately sat up. “Are you okay with that, Slayer?” He had no idea what the Slayer thought about Angelus anymore. She hadn’t spoken that much about the elder vampire since Spike had left the mansion.
“Of course I am.” Buffy looked at Spike. She gave him a small smile before she crossed the room to him where she stood between his legs. She rested her hands on his shoulders.
Spike settled his hands on her hips while he stared up into Buffy’s face. “I’m so in love with you, Slayer. You better not do anything stupid.”
“It’s a good thing you’re coming with us, then, huh?” Then, a soft, sweet smile crossed Buffy’s face when she realized what Spike had said in relations with his feeling for her. “Oh thank God, I thought I was the only one. I’m so in love with you too.” She cupped Spike’s face with her hands, and she leaned down.
“Buffy.” Her name fell from his lips just before their mouths met.
