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08 Closer
08 Closer
Giles comes back into the main room of the Magic Box, eagerly scrubbing on his glasses. This is all a bit strange, even for him as a hellmouth approved watcher. Willow is crying, her head buried into Tara’s shoulder. The blond witch rubs comforting circles on Willow’s back and whispers reassuring nonsense. As if anything could be good on the hellmouth. Giles suppresses rolling his eyes.
“So what happened?” He asks, trying not to sound too clinical but failing as always when he has to deal with the lesbian witches. He is never sure how to treat them, feeling neither a father figure nor a comforting strong man in their presence.
Willow turns around and looks up at him, eyes red from crying. “Did you know she was thinking like that about us?” She sobs and Giles takes a deep breath. He really doesn’t want to deal with those kinds of questions and answers. He falls back into the half-lie he used before.
“Willow, I am quite sure, Buffy is only a bit angry and afraid. People sometimes say bad things when they are under pressure and full of fear.” Giles notices the look Tara gives him, a kind of disappointed understanding.
“Sweetie, why don’t we try to work this out… What spell do you think you used?” She lets her blond hair fall in front of her face when Giles nods reassuringly.
“I…I don’t know, everything happened so fast… I just wanted her to not see more than she already had…” Big green eyes lock with Giles, begging guidance and forgiveness.
“We’ll work it out, sweetie, don’t worry.” Tara says and sounds sure but Giles knows that it’s a façade. “Right, Mr. Giles?” Suppressing a groan, Giles averts his eyes and nods… “Of course. There will be something in the books, maybe intuitive magic or wishes or just plain blinding spells…” He turns away and goes directly into his office where, shielded from the eyes of the two witches, he takes a few deep swallows of the bourbon he has hidden there. Taking a look at the nearly empty bottle and the empty donut wrapper on his desk he wonders: “Where the hell is Xander?”
***
“SunnydaleHELL” read the sign the car passed just after sunset and Stephen shudders. The lady looks at him strangely but doesn’t comment on it. The whole drive was very quiet. The young man was dozing on and off, switching between sleep and exhausted wakefulness while the lady drove, evenly humming to the soft classical music on the radio. Now Stephen is fully awake. A sense of foreboding settles deep in his bones and he feels prickles of a thousand eyes on him. But that’s nonsense. It’s dark outside, though it never frightened him. He could see clearly at night. There was nothing outside frightening him.
***
“Hey Wes, I really don’t think that this is a good idea… and what are you… Wes, fuck!” Gunn’s truck jerks to a halt and the black man jumps out and run to the passenger door. Ripping it open, he tries to drag Wes away from the woman nurturing herself from his wrist. Wes moans and struggles, but not to get away from her. “Fuck, Wes, man!” Gunn yells helplessly and the vamp stares at him with laughing eyes, her fangs still deeply embedded in Wes’ flesh. Finally she lets go of him, obscenely licking her lips and even letting out a little burp. Gunn cocks an eyebrow at this, the expression on his face somewhere between disgust and amusement. The vamp starts to giggle, rubbing her belly contentedly.
Eventually Gunn is able to gather up Wesley and he carries him to the back of the truck, seating him on the loading platform. He snaps his fingers in front of Wes’ pale face until the man locks his glazed eyes on him. Grinning manically Wes exclaims: “I was bitten!” and Gunn rolls his eyes. “Glad you noticed, man!” He reaches for the first aid kid which is secured to the back of the driver’s cab. “What’s going on Wes? Come on man, talk to me!”
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Wes murmurs and closes his eyes, sighing deeply.
“Yeah, sure she’s not bad, but Wes, she is a vamp!” Gunn throws his head back in frustration. “One of the things we fight, you remember?” He gets out a bandage and scissors, then reaches for the other man’s injured arm.
“Yes, yes… vamp, I know… but she is different… “ Wes starts to gesture while explaining what Gunn can’t begin to understand. Gunn’s hand follows Wes’ hand’s movement, fingers closing around thin air in an attempt to grab the errant limb. “She is a childe of him and we have to go to him… A prophecy about… I don’t really understand what about but… we have to find him. Daddy knows what to do.” Wesley rests both hands on his knees, not caring if blood drops from his injury on to his trousers. “Daddy?” Gunn asks and uses the opportunity to grab Wes’ hand and pull it under his arm while turning his back to the sitting man. Wes’ chest and face is pressed against Gunn’s muscular back, his arm trapped between Gunn’s side and elbow. He struggles a few minutes before giving in and let’s his other arm s aro around his ‘nurse’. Raising an eyebrow at the slim hand now resting on the inside of his thigh, a bit too close to his groin than Gunn is comfortable with. Stoically he starts to bandage the wound on Wes’ wrist, ignoring the slight stirring of his cock.
“My Rock… my ape… we Daddy. Now!” A voice singsongs and Gunn hears himselfwer,wer, wondering why he follows this obviously demented vamp’s instructions. “Just a moment and we can go on!” Under hreatreath he murmurs: “Hellmouth here we come!”
*** *** ***
Cordelia feels awkward on her way to the Magic Box. No, not because of the vamps or other creatures lurking in the dark shadows, waiting for the right moment to attack. The humans she may be confronted with are her main concern. She didn’t even have a mirror to check her looks, having left her purse in Angel’s car, but she is sure she looks terrible after all the crying she did in the crypt. Anyway, now she is on a mission. She has to go to the Magic Box as fast as she can to warn the others that Angelus is back and reunited with his favorite childe. And that they are out, hunting down humans to fill their bellies with hot, fresh blood and … ewwww. Flinching back from her own thoughts she increases her tempo, nearly jogging now to her destination.
*** *** ***
Stephen watches row after row of houses go by through the window. The woman driving the car gets nervous. It’s time for him to get out of the car or he would end up at her house.
“Son,” she begins, sighs and slows down the car. “we are nearly at my house. I am terrible sorry but I can’t take you any further. You have to find another way to get to your friend now.”
Stephen nods, the longish strands of dark brown hair falling in front of his eyes. He is unsure and clueless in that moment. The ‘signal’ he got has faded away to almost nothing, leaving him without a proper direction. He knows, feels, he is almost there, wherever there is, but he can’t decide which way to choose now. The car stops and he looks at the Lady, thanking her and steps out of the car. “Take care! This is an awful place to be out after dark!” she shouts before pressing the button for the central locking once more.
Yeah, Stephen thinks to himself when the car rushes away, red lights fading in the distance, nice you left me here alone.
*** *** ***
“You have to remember!” Giles yells frustrated, not able to ain ain his anger at the stupidity and carelessness with which the witch uses magic. Hours of research in books and phone calls to several affiliates had been without result. Everybody in the Magic Box is on edge. Giles wonders suddenly if the continual reddening of Tara’s face is unheal
“
“I really don’t know! I just wanted her to not…!”
“Yes, yes! You said that about a thousand times now! That does not bring us any further!” The watcher slumps down on a chair, polishing his glasses with the edge of his blue shirt. He is glad, Buffy fell asleep a while ago, her constant whining nearly got him to get one of his gags out and force her into silence. His mind now sends him images of a gagged slayer, eyes wide with lustful fear and forced submission… he swallows hard, tries to concentrate back on the important matter.
He looks over to the witches on the love seat, Tara has dragged Willow in a hug, comforting the guilty girl and soothing her with body contact. Giles mind runs again off to the naked version of this imagery and he shakes himself vigorously. Bloody hell!
The door suddenly flies open, the bell over it chirping annoyingly loud. Though it’s nothing in comparison to the squeaking cheerleader’s tirade that starts immediately with her dramatic entrance.
“Angel is back. I mean Angelus is with Spike. They are hunting! BLOOOOD! And they left me in the crypt. And can I say yuck! And my purse is in the car. Yesgel’gel’s car! You sooo have to see what he did with it! Paint! And I am so sorry about Xander! I mean we were like …together some time back and did I mention that ANGEL is…”
“HERE.” The deep sonorous voice stops Cordy and all eyes turn to the back entrance where the two vampires stand side by side.
Giles comes back into the main room of the Magic Box, eagerly scrubbing on his glasses. This is all a bit strange, even for him as a hellmouth approved watcher. Willow is crying, her head buried into Tara’s shoulder. The blond witch rubs comforting circles on Willow’s back and whispers reassuring nonsense. As if anything could be good on the hellmouth. Giles suppresses rolling his eyes.
“So what happened?” He asks, trying not to sound too clinical but failing as always when he has to deal with the lesbian witches. He is never sure how to treat them, feeling neither a father figure nor a comforting strong man in their presence.
Willow turns around and looks up at him, eyes red from crying. “Did you know she was thinking like that about us?” She sobs and Giles takes a deep breath. He really doesn’t want to deal with those kinds of questions and answers. He falls back into the half-lie he used before.
“Willow, I am quite sure, Buffy is only a bit angry and afraid. People sometimes say bad things when they are under pressure and full of fear.” Giles notices the look Tara gives him, a kind of disappointed understanding.
“Sweetie, why don’t we try to work this out… What spell do you think you used?” She lets her blond hair fall in front of her face when Giles nods reassuringly.
“I…I don’t know, everything happened so fast… I just wanted her to not see more than she already had…” Big green eyes lock with Giles, begging guidance and forgiveness.
“We’ll work it out, sweetie, don’t worry.” Tara says and sounds sure but Giles knows that it’s a façade. “Right, Mr. Giles?” Suppressing a groan, Giles averts his eyes and nods… “Of course. There will be something in the books, maybe intuitive magic or wishes or just plain blinding spells…” He turns away and goes directly into his office where, shielded from the eyes of the two witches, he takes a few deep swallows of the bourbon he has hidden there. Taking a look at the nearly empty bottle and the empty donut wrapper on his desk he wonders: “Where the hell is Xander?”
***
“SunnydaleHELL” read the sign the car passed just after sunset and Stephen shudders. The lady looks at him strangely but doesn’t comment on it. The whole drive was very quiet. The young man was dozing on and off, switching between sleep and exhausted wakefulness while the lady drove, evenly humming to the soft classical music on the radio. Now Stephen is fully awake. A sense of foreboding settles deep in his bones and he feels prickles of a thousand eyes on him. But that’s nonsense. It’s dark outside, though it never frightened him. He could see clearly at night. There was nothing outside frightening him.
***
“Hey Wes, I really don’t think that this is a good idea… and what are you… Wes, fuck!” Gunn’s truck jerks to a halt and the black man jumps out and run to the passenger door. Ripping it open, he tries to drag Wes away from the woman nurturing herself from his wrist. Wes moans and struggles, but not to get away from her. “Fuck, Wes, man!” Gunn yells helplessly and the vamp stares at him with laughing eyes, her fangs still deeply embedded in Wes’ flesh. Finally she lets go of him, obscenely licking her lips and even letting out a little burp. Gunn cocks an eyebrow at this, the expression on his face somewhere between disgust and amusement. The vamp starts to giggle, rubbing her belly contentedly.
Eventually Gunn is able to gather up Wesley and he carries him to the back of the truck, seating him on the loading platform. He snaps his fingers in front of Wes’ pale face until the man locks his glazed eyes on him. Grinning manically Wes exclaims: “I was bitten!” and Gunn rolls his eyes. “Glad you noticed, man!” He reaches for the first aid kid which is secured to the back of the driver’s cab. “What’s going on Wes? Come on man, talk to me!”
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Wes murmurs and closes his eyes, sighing deeply.
“Yeah, sure she’s not bad, but Wes, she is a vamp!” Gunn throws his head back in frustration. “One of the things we fight, you remember?” He gets out a bandage and scissors, then reaches for the other man’s injured arm.
“Yes, yes… vamp, I know… but she is different… “ Wes starts to gesture while explaining what Gunn can’t begin to understand. Gunn’s hand follows Wes’ hand’s movement, fingers closing around thin air in an attempt to grab the errant limb. “She is a childe of him and we have to go to him… A prophecy about… I don’t really understand what about but… we have to find him. Daddy knows what to do.” Wesley rests both hands on his knees, not caring if blood drops from his injury on to his trousers. “Daddy?” Gunn asks and uses the opportunity to grab Wes’ hand and pull it under his arm while turning his back to the sitting man. Wes’ chest and face is pressed against Gunn’s muscular back, his arm trapped between Gunn’s side and elbow. He struggles a few minutes before giving in and let’s his other arm s aro around his ‘nurse’. Raising an eyebrow at the slim hand now resting on the inside of his thigh, a bit too close to his groin than Gunn is comfortable with. Stoically he starts to bandage the wound on Wes’ wrist, ignoring the slight stirring of his cock.
“My Rock… my ape… we Daddy. Now!” A voice singsongs and Gunn hears himselfwer,wer, wondering why he follows this obviously demented vamp’s instructions. “Just a moment and we can go on!” Under hreatreath he murmurs: “Hellmouth here we come!”
*** *** ***
Cordelia feels awkward on her way to the Magic Box. No, not because of the vamps or other creatures lurking in the dark shadows, waiting for the right moment to attack. The humans she may be confronted with are her main concern. She didn’t even have a mirror to check her looks, having left her purse in Angel’s car, but she is sure she looks terrible after all the crying she did in the crypt. Anyway, now she is on a mission. She has to go to the Magic Box as fast as she can to warn the others that Angelus is back and reunited with his favorite childe. And that they are out, hunting down humans to fill their bellies with hot, fresh blood and … ewwww. Flinching back from her own thoughts she increases her tempo, nearly jogging now to her destination.
*** *** ***
Stephen watches row after row of houses go by through the window. The woman driving the car gets nervous. It’s time for him to get out of the car or he would end up at her house.
“Son,” she begins, sighs and slows down the car. “we are nearly at my house. I am terrible sorry but I can’t take you any further. You have to find another way to get to your friend now.”
Stephen nods, the longish strands of dark brown hair falling in front of his eyes. He is unsure and clueless in that moment. The ‘signal’ he got has faded away to almost nothing, leaving him without a proper direction. He knows, feels, he is almost there, wherever there is, but he can’t decide which way to choose now. The car stops and he looks at the Lady, thanking her and steps out of the car. “Take care! This is an awful place to be out after dark!” she shouts before pressing the button for the central locking once more.
Yeah, Stephen thinks to himself when the car rushes away, red lights fading in the distance, nice you left me here alone.
*** *** ***
“You have to remember!” Giles yells frustrated, not able to ain ain his anger at the stupidity and carelessness with which the witch uses magic. Hours of research in books and phone calls to several affiliates had been without result. Everybody in the Magic Box is on edge. Giles wonders suddenly if the continual reddening of Tara’s face is unheal
“
“I really don’t know! I just wanted her to not…!”
“Yes, yes! You said that about a thousand times now! That does not bring us any further!” The watcher slumps down on a chair, polishing his glasses with the edge of his blue shirt. He is glad, Buffy fell asleep a while ago, her constant whining nearly got him to get one of his gags out and force her into silence. His mind now sends him images of a gagged slayer, eyes wide with lustful fear and forced submission… he swallows hard, tries to concentrate back on the important matter.
He looks over to the witches on the love seat, Tara has dragged Willow in a hug, comforting the guilty girl and soothing her with body contact. Giles mind runs again off to the naked version of this imagery and he shakes himself vigorously. Bloody hell!
The door suddenly flies open, the bell over it chirping annoyingly loud. Though it’s nothing in comparison to the squeaking cheerleader’s tirade that starts immediately with her dramatic entrance.
“Angel is back. I mean Angelus is with Spike. They are hunting! BLOOOOD! And they left me in the crypt. And can I say yuck! And my purse is in the car. Yesgel’gel’s car! You sooo have to see what he did with it! Paint! And I am so sorry about Xander! I mean we were like …together some time back and did I mention that ANGEL is…”
“HERE.” The deep sonorous voice stops Cordy and all eyes turn to the back entrance where the two vampires stand side by side.