Unacceptable Losses
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
7,215
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Stirring the Plot
Neville Worthington strolled up to the reception desk half an hour after the doors of Chambre de Sade closed for the evening.
“Got the paperwork on today’s new members, my dear?”
“Yeah, yeah, just a minute already.” Fran shuffled through the files on her desk. “Ya know, this would be helluva lot easier if I didn’t have to deal with this crazy sorting. By sex, race, coloring, age. Can’t we just alphabetize like everybody else does?”
“You’ll have to take that up with Mr. Havisham. I suggest, however, that you simply hand over today’s files and leave the administrative processes to the man who pays your salary.” Neville hid a smirk at Fran’s paling complexion. Havisham, without once having set foot into the club, managed to have quite a reputation with the employees.
“No, it’s fine. Just had a long day is all.” She handed over a small stack of papers. “Here’s today’s crew, pics and all.”
“Thank you. I’m sure Mr. Havisham will be pleased with your work.” Neville slid the papers into his briefcase and walked out, leaving a slightly unnerved but relieved Fran to shut out the lights and lock up.
Once settled in his Mercedes, Neville took out the pages and flipped through them. The task had gotten easier as they neared the end of the collection. Today he needed to find a dark-haired human male, Caucasian or possibly Hispanic. Despite her complaints, Fran sorted the copies of the membership applications as required, which made his search quick. Stupid girl, she should be happy that she doesn’t have to add species to the filing system. At least she’s dealing only with humans. He found only two applications that fit the criteria. Hmm, nice, but I’m not certain whether the eye patch adds or detracts from the aesthetics.
“Alexander Harris.” He gazed at the application before flipping to the other possibility, “or Henry Marvelle.” He shrugged. The final decision wasn’t his to make. He started the car and drove toward his employer’s mansion, glad that the job would soon be over.
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Dawn looked up from the table as Xander slunk into the kitchen the next morning.
“Coffee’s on the counter,” she offered.
Xander nodded his thanks and filled a mug. He leaned back against the counter and stared into the steam that scrolled lazily upwards.
“Mornin’ sunshine.” Faith shoved him over as she reached for her own mug to fill up on coffee. “Look’s like blondie left you in one piece last night.” She flashed him a grin and straddled a chair at the table.
“Um, yeah, about that…”
“Hey no skin of my nose, man. You wanna risk your ass getting on Spike’s bad side, your choice.” Faith shrugged.
Xander winced at her tone and at Dawn’s apparent fascination with the tabletop. Looks like Spike had definitely been put in charge of the Xan-man, and these two agreed to stay well out of it.
“So, what’s on the agenda for the great mouse detectives today?” He forced himself to sound cheerful as he changed the subject.
“Research.”
Xander and Faith groaned in unison.
“We need to find out what this Riveda ritual thingie is that the vampire cult from last night was gathering sacrifices for.”
“Riveda? So now vamps worship the mighty black currant?”
“That’s Ribena, Xander,” Dawn rolled her eyes. “And not that you’d know anything about it. You wouldn’t even try it!”
“Well after Giles said that the little dancing fruit things in the commercial looked just like Mazoltoff demons.”
“Mazolti demons,” Dawn interrupted, “and he was just having fun freaking you out.”
“Whatever. Give me good ol’ Kool-aid anyday.”
“Fascinating as this conversation is, kids, I’ll be down in the training room.”
“Faith doesn’t have to research?”
“Slayer here. Gotta keep up the training so as soon as you research types figure out what needs hitting, I can go kick its ass.” She flashed them a triumphant grin and headed for the basement training room.
Xander picked up his mug and followed Dawn into the main reception area to settle in and prepared to spend the next several hours sorting through demonic texts to find the ones in a language he could even read.
“Got the paperwork on today’s new members, my dear?”
“Yeah, yeah, just a minute already.” Fran shuffled through the files on her desk. “Ya know, this would be helluva lot easier if I didn’t have to deal with this crazy sorting. By sex, race, coloring, age. Can’t we just alphabetize like everybody else does?”
“You’ll have to take that up with Mr. Havisham. I suggest, however, that you simply hand over today’s files and leave the administrative processes to the man who pays your salary.” Neville hid a smirk at Fran’s paling complexion. Havisham, without once having set foot into the club, managed to have quite a reputation with the employees.
“No, it’s fine. Just had a long day is all.” She handed over a small stack of papers. “Here’s today’s crew, pics and all.”
“Thank you. I’m sure Mr. Havisham will be pleased with your work.” Neville slid the papers into his briefcase and walked out, leaving a slightly unnerved but relieved Fran to shut out the lights and lock up.
Once settled in his Mercedes, Neville took out the pages and flipped through them. The task had gotten easier as they neared the end of the collection. Today he needed to find a dark-haired human male, Caucasian or possibly Hispanic. Despite her complaints, Fran sorted the copies of the membership applications as required, which made his search quick. Stupid girl, she should be happy that she doesn’t have to add species to the filing system. At least she’s dealing only with humans. He found only two applications that fit the criteria. Hmm, nice, but I’m not certain whether the eye patch adds or detracts from the aesthetics.
“Alexander Harris.” He gazed at the application before flipping to the other possibility, “or Henry Marvelle.” He shrugged. The final decision wasn’t his to make. He started the car and drove toward his employer’s mansion, glad that the job would soon be over.
Dawn looked up from the table as Xander slunk into the kitchen the next morning.
“Coffee’s on the counter,” she offered.
Xander nodded his thanks and filled a mug. He leaned back against the counter and stared into the steam that scrolled lazily upwards.
“Mornin’ sunshine.” Faith shoved him over as she reached for her own mug to fill up on coffee. “Look’s like blondie left you in one piece last night.” She flashed him a grin and straddled a chair at the table.
“Um, yeah, about that…”
“Hey no skin of my nose, man. You wanna risk your ass getting on Spike’s bad side, your choice.” Faith shrugged.
Xander winced at her tone and at Dawn’s apparent fascination with the tabletop. Looks like Spike had definitely been put in charge of the Xan-man, and these two agreed to stay well out of it.
“So, what’s on the agenda for the great mouse detectives today?” He forced himself to sound cheerful as he changed the subject.
“Research.”
Xander and Faith groaned in unison.
“We need to find out what this Riveda ritual thingie is that the vampire cult from last night was gathering sacrifices for.”
“Riveda? So now vamps worship the mighty black currant?”
“That’s Ribena, Xander,” Dawn rolled her eyes. “And not that you’d know anything about it. You wouldn’t even try it!”
“Well after Giles said that the little dancing fruit things in the commercial looked just like Mazoltoff demons.”
“Mazolti demons,” Dawn interrupted, “and he was just having fun freaking you out.”
“Whatever. Give me good ol’ Kool-aid anyday.”
“Fascinating as this conversation is, kids, I’ll be down in the training room.”
“Faith doesn’t have to research?”
“Slayer here. Gotta keep up the training so as soon as you research types figure out what needs hitting, I can go kick its ass.” She flashed them a triumphant grin and headed for the basement training room.
Xander picked up his mug and followed Dawn into the main reception area to settle in and prepared to spend the next several hours sorting through demonic texts to find the ones in a language he could even read.