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14 - Relevations II
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OIB 14 Revelations II
Magic Box – Giles’ office
Giles takes a deep breath and turns away from Wesley. He goes to his cabinet and takes out a half empty bottle of whisky and two tumblers. He sets them down on the desk and fills his tumbler before holding the mouth of the bottle over the other glass. Wesley's hand is already there, covering the tumbler so Giles can't fill it. Irritated, Giles locks eyes with Wesley.
"Thank you very much for the offer, Mr. Giles, but I prefer to stay sober whilst working."
Giles' face closes off completely and he slams the bottle down hard on the wooden surface. He tries to contain his anger over the underlying criticism of his drinking habits.
"Well then, Wesley, what do you know about the New Order?" Giles drawls, intentionally using the younger man's first name. Wesley swallows and blinks a few times, his eyes move whilst he searches through the imagined library in his head. Giles hesitates a few moments, then downs the tumbler's content in one large swallow. Just when he loses his patience and wants to lay down all the information he has on the New Order, Wesley starts speaking.
"New Order, a term mentioned in several prophecies. Firstly used in the Shadshu'ran which is a Phoenician Script from about 1700 BC. It's something like the history of creation of demons and slayers. The last part tells about the emerging of the New Order when a particular event happens. Later, the Birah and Thesius twin prophecies explain that the New Order will destroy the old order which is, in our understanding, the now existing structure of slayer/watcher against demons. It seems to be a change in the balance in favour of the darker side. It has to be hindered at any price. The verse Dru and Cordy quoted is documented in the Luka'ash script which already prophesied that messengers of both sides will 'sing the hymn' as soon as the 'particular event' happens. As far as I know there is no description as to what the particular event is or what can be done to stop or to at least influence the process."
Wesley finishes with a deep sigh. He looks at Giles, waits for the older man to add his part but Giles just keeps staring into his empty whisky glass. There is a loud crash from the other back room but both former watchers remain unmoving.
After another downed glass of the golden-brown gleaming whisky, Giles chuckles quietly to himself.
"This is the end, my friend." Giles quotes The Doors and maintains eye contact with Wesley who needs a second to sort out Giles' comment. Finally, a little more optimistic than Giles, he gives back: "It's the end of the world as we know it." (*R.E.M)
"Well," Giles begins after a long pause. "I don't have any other information. There are a couple of books in the special library of the council. They’re said to have notions of another prophecy to concrete the New Order. I never had a chance to have a look at them, only the head of the council and the two next in hierarchy, the subaltern watchers, have access to them in case of danger. The information is said to be too delicate, especially in case someone tried to artificially start the 'particular event'."
Giles takes his glasses, which he had put on the desk before the discussion, in his hand and starts polishing them.
"I guess, we should try to contact the council and ask them for information…" Wesley says slowly, thinking to himself just how ridiculous the idea is.
"Sure." Giles answers with an arrogant chuckle. "Why not try that or ask the Queen for…"
"GILES! GIIIIILES!"
"Oh dear." Both watchers say in unison and get on their feet. The door to the office flies open and Willow throws herself in Giles' arms. The others come running after her.
"Oh God, Giles!" Willow sobs. "Xander is dead! Xander is dead! Cordy says Xander is dead! Xander is dead!"
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Outside Angel's mansion
Xander's pov
My sire is still holding me, when the car stops. The discussions start again and it gets on my nerves. Angel's our leader. His decisions shouldn't be questioned all the time. I can feel the family sense, the loyalty in the bonds. Angel would never intentionally endanger us. Why doesn't Spike see it?
Everybody gets out of the car. I am still not used to my body. It feels so different now and my legs are still wobbly from the overwhelming emotions I felt while I bonded to Spike, to the bloodline. My sire supports me while we wait for Angel to get the human. I am still not sure, why that young man is with us. Snack or no snack, that's the question.
I feel safe in Spike's embrace. It's good to feel his body against mine, his strength, power and energy.
Suddenly, the boy jumps out of the car and runs away. Only seconds later, Angel leaps over the GTX and follows him. A new, strong feeling combined with a single word races through the link: *HUNT*. I realize it's a command from the head of the clan, from the Master of the bloodline and all I know is: I have to follow it.
I try to tear away from Spike but he doesn't let me go. I panic. I must follow Master's command. Why doesn't Spike? Why doesn't he follow the call? He has to feel it and he rejects it on purpose. That goes against everything inside me.
I start to fight in earnest. Let me go! I growl and snap after Spike who shakes me and yells at me.
"Can't you hear it? Feel it? Master calls to hunt!" I scream at my sire who gets furious. Why? He shifts into his true face and growls right back at me.
"Master?! I'll show you who your Master is!" He barks and kicks at my knees which fold instantly. I go down, am turned around. I taste dirt and get scratches on my face from the rough sidewalk. I feel Spike's weight on me; his knee pokes hard into my backbone. It hurts.
What did I do? I tried to follow the rules and Spike didn't. Why do I get punished? He made the mistake, not me. I feel it, I know I am right. He grabs the collar of my shirt, rips it off and his one hand grabs my hair. He pulls my head sideways, lays my neck bare. I am afraid, scared out of my mind. I panic completely. Is he going to kill me? I don't want to die!
I scream - both out loud and through the bonds when Spike's fangs sink in my flesh with brutal force.
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Outside Angel's Mansion
Angel is completely focused on Connor. He is proud, his son is able to run this fast. Supernatural speed. He wonders which other abilities Connor inherited. He has to systematically test them, so he won't underestimate his son again. Angel hates surprises - no matter whether good or bad ones.
Slowly, the distance between Connor and himself gets smaller. Soon, Angel's going to have him.
All of Angel's senses are concentrated on the fleeing youth. He adores the fluent and precise movement, listens to the fast heart beat and breathing rhythm. He can imagine his son as a predator at his side on the hunt. Angel shudders.
Finally, the vampire is close enough; Connor is in his reach. He sticks his arm out and grabs the human's shoulder. Connor stops immediately when he's touched and Angel slams into Connor with his whole body. They both go down. Connor moans in pain when his arm slides over the rough asphalt of the street, the skin breaks and the scent of fresh blood fills the air. They struggle and roll around until Angel can get the upper hand. He holds Connor's wrists above his head. The wound is only a few inches away from his face, he looks at the welling blood. He can't resist anymore and bows his head down just enough to dip his tongue into the wound. The taste explodes in his mouth. Bloodchilde. His own bloodchilde. It's exhilarating.
Connor trembles in fear and exhaustion. He's completely shocked when the man with the monster face starts to lick up his blood. Connor's heart pounds in his chest as if it wants to break through his rib cage. His breathing gets too fast, too flat and he feels sick, his sight gets fuzzy. He's going to black out any moment and that's what he's afraid of the most. Who knows, if he'll ever wake up again?
Angel feels the desperation of his son, he can taste it in the blood and unwillingly he stops cleaning up Connor's wound.
"Connor, listen to me." Blue eyes try to focus on Angel's golden ones. "Come on, boy. Breath in and out, breath in and out. Slower. In and out. That's right." Gradually, Connor gets calmer. "Nobody's going to hurt you. I just cleaned your injury. Didn't want to hurt you." Angel keeps talking slowly, encouragingly to the youth. It seems to have the wanted effect. Finally, Connor listens to him for real. Angel shifts out of game face.
"I know this is a lot for you, and it's going to be even more once I have the time to explain everything to you. There is one thing you need to know now because I want you to trust me and, as crazy as it sounds, it's true, I can prove it to you. I am your…"
A loud scream inside Angel's and Connor's heads interrupts them. Xander. In danger. Xander is in danger.
"Fuck!" Angel swears and jumps to his feet, dragging Connor with him. Fingers like iron bands around Connor's wrist, Angel starts running towards the car where Spike and Xander still are. Angel is ready to explode with anger over his idiot childe. What's he doing with Xander? To Xander?
Connor feels the intensity, the urgency of the situation.
"Go, go. I’ll follow. I promise." He yells at Angel and after a glance in his bloodchilde's eyes he is reassured it's the truth and he lets go of the wrist. Instantly, he doubles his speed to get back as soon as possible to Xander.
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OIB 14 Revelations II
Magic Box – Giles’ office
Giles takes a deep breath and turns away from Wesley. He goes to his cabinet and takes out a half empty bottle of whisky and two tumblers. He sets them down on the desk and fills his tumbler before holding the mouth of the bottle over the other glass. Wesley's hand is already there, covering the tumbler so Giles can't fill it. Irritated, Giles locks eyes with Wesley.
"Thank you very much for the offer, Mr. Giles, but I prefer to stay sober whilst working."
Giles' face closes off completely and he slams the bottle down hard on the wooden surface. He tries to contain his anger over the underlying criticism of his drinking habits.
"Well then, Wesley, what do you know about the New Order?" Giles drawls, intentionally using the younger man's first name. Wesley swallows and blinks a few times, his eyes move whilst he searches through the imagined library in his head. Giles hesitates a few moments, then downs the tumbler's content in one large swallow. Just when he loses his patience and wants to lay down all the information he has on the New Order, Wesley starts speaking.
"New Order, a term mentioned in several prophecies. Firstly used in the Shadshu'ran which is a Phoenician Script from about 1700 BC. It's something like the history of creation of demons and slayers. The last part tells about the emerging of the New Order when a particular event happens. Later, the Birah and Thesius twin prophecies explain that the New Order will destroy the old order which is, in our understanding, the now existing structure of slayer/watcher against demons. It seems to be a change in the balance in favour of the darker side. It has to be hindered at any price. The verse Dru and Cordy quoted is documented in the Luka'ash script which already prophesied that messengers of both sides will 'sing the hymn' as soon as the 'particular event' happens. As far as I know there is no description as to what the particular event is or what can be done to stop or to at least influence the process."
Wesley finishes with a deep sigh. He looks at Giles, waits for the older man to add his part but Giles just keeps staring into his empty whisky glass. There is a loud crash from the other back room but both former watchers remain unmoving.
After another downed glass of the golden-brown gleaming whisky, Giles chuckles quietly to himself.
"This is the end, my friend." Giles quotes The Doors and maintains eye contact with Wesley who needs a second to sort out Giles' comment. Finally, a little more optimistic than Giles, he gives back: "It's the end of the world as we know it." (*R.E.M)
"Well," Giles begins after a long pause. "I don't have any other information. There are a couple of books in the special library of the council. They’re said to have notions of another prophecy to concrete the New Order. I never had a chance to have a look at them, only the head of the council and the two next in hierarchy, the subaltern watchers, have access to them in case of danger. The information is said to be too delicate, especially in case someone tried to artificially start the 'particular event'."
Giles takes his glasses, which he had put on the desk before the discussion, in his hand and starts polishing them.
"I guess, we should try to contact the council and ask them for information…" Wesley says slowly, thinking to himself just how ridiculous the idea is.
"Sure." Giles answers with an arrogant chuckle. "Why not try that or ask the Queen for…"
"GILES! GIIIIILES!"
"Oh dear." Both watchers say in unison and get on their feet. The door to the office flies open and Willow throws herself in Giles' arms. The others come running after her.
"Oh God, Giles!" Willow sobs. "Xander is dead! Xander is dead! Cordy says Xander is dead! Xander is dead!"
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Outside Angel's mansion
Xander's pov
My sire is still holding me, when the car stops. The discussions start again and it gets on my nerves. Angel's our leader. His decisions shouldn't be questioned all the time. I can feel the family sense, the loyalty in the bonds. Angel would never intentionally endanger us. Why doesn't Spike see it?
Everybody gets out of the car. I am still not used to my body. It feels so different now and my legs are still wobbly from the overwhelming emotions I felt while I bonded to Spike, to the bloodline. My sire supports me while we wait for Angel to get the human. I am still not sure, why that young man is with us. Snack or no snack, that's the question.
I feel safe in Spike's embrace. It's good to feel his body against mine, his strength, power and energy.
Suddenly, the boy jumps out of the car and runs away. Only seconds later, Angel leaps over the GTX and follows him. A new, strong feeling combined with a single word races through the link: *HUNT*. I realize it's a command from the head of the clan, from the Master of the bloodline and all I know is: I have to follow it.
I try to tear away from Spike but he doesn't let me go. I panic. I must follow Master's command. Why doesn't Spike? Why doesn't he follow the call? He has to feel it and he rejects it on purpose. That goes against everything inside me.
I start to fight in earnest. Let me go! I growl and snap after Spike who shakes me and yells at me.
"Can't you hear it? Feel it? Master calls to hunt!" I scream at my sire who gets furious. Why? He shifts into his true face and growls right back at me.
"Master?! I'll show you who your Master is!" He barks and kicks at my knees which fold instantly. I go down, am turned around. I taste dirt and get scratches on my face from the rough sidewalk. I feel Spike's weight on me; his knee pokes hard into my backbone. It hurts.
What did I do? I tried to follow the rules and Spike didn't. Why do I get punished? He made the mistake, not me. I feel it, I know I am right. He grabs the collar of my shirt, rips it off and his one hand grabs my hair. He pulls my head sideways, lays my neck bare. I am afraid, scared out of my mind. I panic completely. Is he going to kill me? I don't want to die!
I scream - both out loud and through the bonds when Spike's fangs sink in my flesh with brutal force.
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Outside Angel's Mansion
Angel is completely focused on Connor. He is proud, his son is able to run this fast. Supernatural speed. He wonders which other abilities Connor inherited. He has to systematically test them, so he won't underestimate his son again. Angel hates surprises - no matter whether good or bad ones.
Slowly, the distance between Connor and himself gets smaller. Soon, Angel's going to have him.
All of Angel's senses are concentrated on the fleeing youth. He adores the fluent and precise movement, listens to the fast heart beat and breathing rhythm. He can imagine his son as a predator at his side on the hunt. Angel shudders.
Finally, the vampire is close enough; Connor is in his reach. He sticks his arm out and grabs the human's shoulder. Connor stops immediately when he's touched and Angel slams into Connor with his whole body. They both go down. Connor moans in pain when his arm slides over the rough asphalt of the street, the skin breaks and the scent of fresh blood fills the air. They struggle and roll around until Angel can get the upper hand. He holds Connor's wrists above his head. The wound is only a few inches away from his face, he looks at the welling blood. He can't resist anymore and bows his head down just enough to dip his tongue into the wound. The taste explodes in his mouth. Bloodchilde. His own bloodchilde. It's exhilarating.
Connor trembles in fear and exhaustion. He's completely shocked when the man with the monster face starts to lick up his blood. Connor's heart pounds in his chest as if it wants to break through his rib cage. His breathing gets too fast, too flat and he feels sick, his sight gets fuzzy. He's going to black out any moment and that's what he's afraid of the most. Who knows, if he'll ever wake up again?
Angel feels the desperation of his son, he can taste it in the blood and unwillingly he stops cleaning up Connor's wound.
"Connor, listen to me." Blue eyes try to focus on Angel's golden ones. "Come on, boy. Breath in and out, breath in and out. Slower. In and out. That's right." Gradually, Connor gets calmer. "Nobody's going to hurt you. I just cleaned your injury. Didn't want to hurt you." Angel keeps talking slowly, encouragingly to the youth. It seems to have the wanted effect. Finally, Connor listens to him for real. Angel shifts out of game face.
"I know this is a lot for you, and it's going to be even more once I have the time to explain everything to you. There is one thing you need to know now because I want you to trust me and, as crazy as it sounds, it's true, I can prove it to you. I am your…"
A loud scream inside Angel's and Connor's heads interrupts them. Xander. In danger. Xander is in danger.
"Fuck!" Angel swears and jumps to his feet, dragging Connor with him. Fingers like iron bands around Connor's wrist, Angel starts running towards the car where Spike and Xander still are. Angel is ready to explode with anger over his idiot childe. What's he doing with Xander? To Xander?
Connor feels the intensity, the urgency of the situation.
"Go, go. I’ll follow. I promise." He yells at Angel and after a glance in his bloodchilde's eyes he is reassured it's the truth and he lets go of the wrist. Instantly, he doubles his speed to get back as soon as possible to Xander.
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