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Redemption and Relapse (BTVS x-over)	By : LillianLuthor Category: G through L > Highlander Views: 4293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Redemption and Relapse (BTVS x-over)
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 5
- 6
- 7
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What
time was it, anyway? He could see through a window in the other side of
the room that the sun was beginning to rise, but there were no clocks anywhere,
and he didn�t want to disturb the sleeping man next to him. He must have fallen
asleep himself, thinking of the possible implications last night could have in
his life, and he had awakened just a moment ago, in the best place he had been
in years. Richie�s arms.
The other
immortal looked so innocent in his sleep, so youthful. After a few years in the
Game, it was amazing how well the boy �the man- had managed to survive with all
his charms unblemished. He was tougher now, his body was stronger, and in his
eyes, at times, you could see what immortality had done to him. How it had
changed him, forced him to grow, to become a killer. Just as he was. But all
the same, Richie was still the same man he had fallen for on first sight,
barely a few years ago.
Asleep in
his arms, Richie didn�t look at all like the man who, the night before, with
eyes filled with raw passion, had all but begged to be fucked. He could pass
for a child, the look on his face so peaceful in his sleep. And yet he was a
man, a man who had cried out his name as he came, just hours ago; a man who had
surrendered himself to him without even asking for anything in return. Did
Richie know that without asking for anything, he was taking more than he had
given to anyone in centuries?
Could this
sleeping beauty know that last night had not been a one-night stand, but the
beginning of the end for him? The beginning of the end for decades of staying
uninvolved, of been secluded from immortals and the Game. He cursed MacLeod
silently; it was all the Highlander�s fault. He had made him care again, he had
made him feel again... and suddenly, those recently awakened feelings had taken
their toll. He was falling in love now, and it was too late to retreat.
He was
taken away from his thoughts as the sleeping form next to him started stirring,
eventually opening two beautiful and sleepy blue eyes to contemplate what
surrounded him. When those eyes rested on him, Richie smiled. He didn�t even
know why, but he smiled in return; something about the young immortal made him
want to smile.
"Morning"
the blond one said in a sleepy voice "What time is it?" he asked,
right before he realized the early morning light was already illuminating the
room
"Morning
Rich" he replied, kissing his lover�s forehead softly before continuing
"I think it�s time to get up... Joe may be worried"
He hated
to bring Joe into the conversation, because he knew that it meant they would be
parted very soon, but he had to. The watcher had been very concerned about
Richie�s welfare, and had even asked him to take care of the young immortal...
so much for taking care of him. However, he was certain that, if the mortal was
awake, would be out of his mind thinking of what ever might have happened to
his newly appointed protegee.
"Oh
my God, Joe!" the young man exclaimed, all but jumping to his feet
"How am I going to explain to Joe that I was gone all night!" he
scolded himself as he battled with his underwear and then his pants
"You�ll
come up with something... just try to avoid the �Methos and I had sex� excuse,
and you�ll be fine..." he suggested, mildly ironic, as he put on his
boxers and headed for the small refrigerator in the other side of the room,
grabbing a bottle of water from it
"Very
funny..." the already dressed man replied, walking towards him and
grabbing the bottle from his hand "And, since you�re my watcher now, I
trust you will avoid putting last night in your report" he added, taking a
long gulp of the cold water
"I
don�t do sex reports... I�m not that kinky" he grinned, turning on
the TV to check the time
"Could
have fooled me" the kid laughed, grabbing his face for a brief kiss
"I gotta go, Joe will go ballistic on me..." he concluded, and then
headed for the door
"See
you around Rich"
"Yeah,
later Adam..."
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 2 .��).��).��)
His head
ached. He had had one too many drinks last night, and he hardly remembered been
that drunk in a long time. Mac and Adam were both quite fond of their
beers, but Rupert and his scotch were a serious matter; reminiscing about old
times they had kept on drinking long after the two immortals had left, and at
about three in the morning they had been so inebriated they had ended up
listening to old records and singing to the music. If he hadn�t known Rupert
the way he knew him, he would be positively embarrassed about the night before.
However,
there were more important matters at hand. Like, for example, where was Richie.
He had not heard from the kid since the previous night, when he had almost
forced Adam to go with the younger man. It wouldn�t surprise him if the oldest
immortal had neglected his watcher duties and let the kid go around on his own,
since neither of them had seemed particularly glad about their imposed
watcher-watched relation, and if that was the case it was likely that Richie
had encountered problems. That happens in a Hellmouth.
He had
knocked on the kid�s door for about fifteen minutes before going down for
breakfast, hoping that some coffee and some spicy snacks would make the
hangover bearable, and now he was back to knocking. He was getting seriously
alarmed, after another fifteen-minute session of knocking without reply, when
suddenly the door burst open and Richie emerged from it.
"How
long have you been in there?" the watcher asked irritated "I knocked
for about a quarter of an hour!"
"I�m
sorry Joe, I must have overslept" the kid apologized, sounding almost
sincere but not quite
"Well,
don�t do it again..." he scolded him "You�re gonna be late for Adam�s
class. You don�t even have time for breakfast... c�mon, let�s go kid!" He
should have known this kid was not easy to handle.
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 3 .��).��).��)
Okay,
so far so good. Joe had not suspected a thing... or at least, he hadn�t suspected the
thing that had actually taken place the night before. He had been mad, and had
urged him to go to classes at once, but he had not tried to bring up the
subject of his disappearance the previous night. Maybe, if he was lucky enough,
he had not even realized he had been missing. That made one solved situation.
Next one
was right before his eyes in that precise moment. Buffy. She had not noticed
his presence just yet, and he felt deeply tempted not to be the one to tell her
he was there. He liked Buffy, in a general way; she was hot, even though he did
not like short women, and she was also nice and funny. She was not your usual
bimbo, so that added to her score. But still, after spending the night with
Adam �the person he had been fantasizing about for a long time- he was not sure
what to make of her.
Luckily,
he told himself, he hadn�t had time to even flirt with her all that much, so maybe
a friendship could be managed until he figured what his affair with the oldest
immortal would mean. While he was busy with those thoughts, the girl called
Willow noticed him, and in a dissimulate way made sure Buffy knew as well. With
no way to avoid confrontation, he walked towards them.
"Hey,
Richie..." the blond girl said cheerfully "I�m sorry we had to leave
like that last night, we had a... a family emergency... my family... and
Willow�s" she explained, obviously coming out with the poor attempt at an
excuse in the spur of the moment "Maybe we can make it up to you,
tonight?" she offered with a big smile
"Sure,
if we don�t get too much homework..." he replied absently, hoping Adam
would give him an excuse not to go with the girls �a better one than homework
if possible.
"Yeah,
Mr. Pierson can be a pain in the ass" Buffy commented offhandedly, earning
herself a reproving �Buffy" from her redheaded friend "What? It�s
true!" she defended herself "That guy has an obsession with
homework"
Right
then, his third situation passed them by in the hall, walking quickly into his
classroom. Adam. The oldest immortal barely glanced at them, at him more
precisely, and then continued on his way. He told himself not to make
assumptions, because he knew damn well that Adam, even if he had wanted it so,
couldn�t possibly address him personally in a place where they were supposed to
be complete strangers. However, for some reason he couldn�t quite understand,
he felt sad that the man hadn�t even said hello. Trying to take those ideas off
his mind, he suggested the girls to go to class.
As much as
he would have preferred to sit alone, it proved impossible to discard the two
girls without been rude and arousing suspicions, so he agreed to sit with them,
and ended up sitting between the two. Adam looked astonishing that morning; he
was always beautiful, but there was a small touch of cheerfulness in him that
made him irresistible. He had to force himself to conceal a grin when the idea
struck him that maybe, just maybe, Adam looked this happy because of him. He
dismissed the thought at once as ridiculous.
What could
a five thousand years old find appealing in him? It wasn�t false modesty; he
knew women and men alike fell for him all the time. But Methos? The oldest
living man... What could he possibly have that a man like Methos would find out
of the ordinary?
"Snoozer"
Adam�s voice interrupted him in his abstractions "What was the Sumerian
writing system called again?"
"Er...
um... hieroglyphic?" she tried to improvise, coming out of a day-dream of
her own
"Nice
try" Adam chuckled, making Buffy blush "Dawson?" he then asked,
offhandedly for what he could tell
"Cuneiform"
he replied, not even sure where ever had he gotten that from. However, it
appeared to be right, and he was rewarded with an approving smile from the man
he all but worshiped, and a proud giggle from the redhead next to him. Had
Methos himself told him that? About Summer, and the way they wrote back then? He
found a strange comfort in the possibility, and wondered if the oldest immortal
had remembered about telling him when he had asked the question. He hoped he
had.
The class
flew by, at least for him. He didn�t know how time could pass so quickly when
looking at Adam, which was all he had done during the class. Look at him,
listen to his voice, his fine accent, his small ironic comments to unapplied
students. Then the class was over, and Adam was gone in an ocean of unknown
faces. His next class was of no interest whatsoever to him.
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 4 .��).��).��)
It was
noon when he awoke. In the couch, but pleasantly not alone. Xander lay asleep
on top of him, his head on his shoulder and snuggled against his neck, and his
right arm holding him by the waist as the left arm fell to the side and to the
floor. He thanked his lucky starts that he was a vampire, or he would have died
of craps, with Xander�s strong �and heavy- body lying on top of him throughout
the whole night. As it was, he loved the feeling. The only thing unfavorable
was Xander�s breath against the sensitive skin of his neck, which would
probably get him horny in no time unless he managed to stop it.
They
hadn�t gotten anywhere that far last night, but it had been a serious step
ahead from the night before that. He was positive now that Xander felt pretty much
the same way he felt, and for some reason he found the idea
exhilarating. He, Spike, not bad enough to be bad, and not good enough to be
good, had someone who cared for him, who wanted him... it seemed odd. Nobody
had ever really loved him, if he was honest to himself.
Drusilla
had been in love, whatever that love really was, with a man that he couldn�t
be. She had found the sad image of a man he had been as a mortal, crying his
heart out in a deserted alley, and she had sired him to make herself a companion
like Angelus was to Darla. In turning him, she had not only made him a vampire,
but had also shaped him into a man she could belong with; the man that had
earned for himself the nickname of William the bloody. And he had let her do
it, he had held onto her as to a lifesaving device, and let her mould him at
will.
He had
killed, he had tortured, he had maimed... and yet nothing of that seemed real
at all anymore. Not here, with Xander. He had tried to be evil for Drusilla,
and he had done all of the things a worthy demon should do, only to be
abandoned for a Chaos demon, because, in the end, he was not enough. He
couldn�t be how he had been, and he couldn�t be what she wanted, because it was
not who he was anymore... somewhere along the way, he had changed, and going
back in his tracks was not an option.
He was who
he was now, and it didn�t matter whom he had been before. Xander did not care,
it showed in the way the mortal looked at him; and it was because he had seen
the real Spike, the man behind the fangs. As long as Xander accepted him, cared
for him, maybe eventually loved him, nothing of the rest mattered anymore. Maybe,
he had finally found a place where he belonged. Maybe, finally, he could be
himself.
Suddenly,
the sleeping form above him started moving, and when he looked down at the boy
a pair of beautiful dark eyes were staring at him, completely awake. He
wondered how long had Xander been awake, and how long had he been looking at
him. How long had he been distracted, thinking?
"Morning"
he said, trying to break the silence that was making him uneasy for some reason
For a
moment he thought Xander was going to stand up and leave when the boy lifted
his body with his strong arms, leaving an empty space between their two bodies,
but to his surprise the boy kissed him softly in the lips, and then lowered
himself again to rest in his dead arms.
"Could
we stay like this forever?" Xander whispered, nuzzling at his neck again
as his hands caressed his body softly. Not in lust, but in comfort.
If Dru could
see this, she would kill them both, but he loved the feeling of simply
snuggling to that warm body. Like normal lovers do, he thought, and he
rejoiced in the idea. He did love Xander, and to lay there, just
hugging, without further porpoises, was a thing he had always dreamed of. Hell,
he had written lame poetry about it when he was mortal!
"Forever"
he replied with a sigh, and with pleasure he found that Xander responded by
tightening his grip around him. An affirmation.
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 5 .��).��).��)
He
couldn�t even remember the last time he had had a hangover like this. He always
kept scotch at home, and he was not reticent to drink it when the mood suited
him, but he hardly got drunk at all nowadays. He had gotten drunk when Jenny
had died, but that was pretty much it, and it had been different; that time, he
had been desperate to forget, to get away from a reality that was too hard to
bear. This time, he had just gotten drunk for the sake of it, and he really
didn�t regret it.
Been with
Joe again had brought back memories of his past, but not the kind that Ethan
brought. Instead, all his memories involving Joe were pleasant ones, the kind
that made you sit back and talk non-stop about the good old days, and made you
hope that, at least for one day, you could go back to those times. Joe had been
a great friend, and to his delight he still was.
They had
gotten drunk, laughed about the silly things they used to do, things that did
not involve demon raising, and then started playing old records and singing
along. All in all, despite the killer headache, he was pleased with the past
evening, and expected to be able to repeat the experience for as many nights as
Joe stayed in town. Without the too drunk part.
"How�s
yours?" the unexpected voice asked, taking him away from his thoughts
"Like
I died and came back" he replied "Yours?"
"Worse"
Joe answered smiling; he hadn�t realized when his friend had arrived.
"Still,
we could do it again tonight..." he suggested, smiling back
"Absolutely...
no use dying of old age with a healthy liver" his fellow watcher agreed
"I�ll bring my guitar with me tonight, and we�ll see if we�re still in a
good shape..."
"You
don�t look in much a good shape, Joe" another intruding voice opined; this
time it was Adam walking into the library, books in hand "You sure you
don�t want my hangover cure recipe?" he offered, letting himself fall onto
a chair next to where Joe had sat
"Forget
it, Adam... I won�t put anything that contains dog�s hair to my mouth" the
bearded man laughed
"It�s
your lose" the History teacher grinned "Rupert?"
"Thank
you Adam, but I think I will pass as well" he couldn�t but laugh himself;
the young man always surprised him with his occurrences "We are actually
planning to do it again tonight, if you would like to join us... Joe is
bringing his guitar" he offered
"Sure,
I will be there... I�ll even bring my triangle. I hear I�m getting quite good
at it"
The three
men laughed together, while Adam insisted that he was indeed a fine triangle
player, jokingly complaining about the way they discriminated him and his art.
In true,
he was happy to see Joe again, and with the prospect of Adam�s friendship. It
had been too long since he had allowed himself to socialize, and only now it
struck him how lonely his life had grown to be of late. Sure, he loved and
cared for Buffy and each of her friends, but this was different; these were men
with whom he could be friends, equals. The company of these two men made him
feel young and alive again. He could get used to it.
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 6 .��).��).��)
She had
planned to go straight to the library after Mr. Pierson�s class to tell Giles
about the muddy demon Xander had seen the night before, but when she had
arrived there she had found her European History nightmare, as he had so
eloquently described himself, and Richie�s uncle speaking animatedly with
Giles. She had planned to leave silently the way she had come, taking advantage
of the fact that she had not been noticed, but then Willow, who had been
distracted, had walked into the library calling out for Giles.
"Giles,
I was wondering if you knew of a muddy demon Xander encountered last
night..." her friend had spelled out, before she stopped short at the
realization of the other men�s presence "A muddy... um... diva" she
tried to disguise her mistake "Yeah, um, this woman singing at the
Bronze... um, she was good... and, er, muddy..." the redhead stammered,
embarrassed by the way the unknown man and the History teacher were staring at
her with eyes wide open in shock.
"Nice
picture" Mr. Pierson laughed "Clayface meets Donna Summers" he
added, his joke incomprehensible for her, and probably also for Willow, who
nonetheless laughed hysterically at it "Oh, don�t be
condescending..." he complained, sounding somewhat annoyed "You don�t
even know who Donna Summers is"
"Well,
no..." Willow confessed, her face painfully red "I- I better
go..." she tried to say, but before she had finished Mr. Pierson was
already on his feet
"Don�t
be too hard on yourself, red" he said on his way out "They
don�t know who Clayface is..." he assured her, heading for the door
"I�ll see you later Rup, Joe..." he said as a goodbye, and then left
the library babbling about something that sounded to her like �I need to catch
up with times�. The other man, Richie�s uncle, also stood up to go.
"I�ll
leave you to your work, Rupert... I�m sure these girls need some books, and I�m
disturbing you" he said as he walked towards the door, helping himself
with a cane.
Willow
watched him leave the room before she addressed Giles again, and as soon as he
was gone she hurried to apologize;
"I�m
sorry Giles! I didn�t know you had company! I really did it this time! I�m so
sorry!" she started to babble
"It�s
alright Willow" the librarian luckily interrupted her incessant row of
apologies "The muddy diva concept was rather ingenious" he assured
her
"Yes,
I know..." her friend brightened "It just came to me!" she said
somewhat proudly, before remembering the reason why they were there "Aw,
um, we were here because Xander saw this muddy demon last night, in the old
high school..."
"Yeah,
he said it was ugly, and was scaring people away" she added, finally
deciding to take part in the conversation "But when we got there, there
was no demon... not even mud. Just old blown-up concrete"
"Well,
have you talked to Xander?" Giles inquired concerned "We may need him
to give us a description of this demon, to know what we are up against..."
"I
have more classes before the end of the day" she explained at once
"Yeah,
me too..." Willow said as well "Maybe I can ask Tara to go... she has
some free time, I think"
"Wonderful,
please do" Giles replied
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 7 .��).��).��)
It was
great to wake up in Spike�s arms, and this time it had been even better than
the first, because he hadn�t freaked out in the least about it. By now, the
cards were on the table; the feeling was mutual. It was still kind of bizarre
to think of the vampire as his, well, his what? His lover, wasn�t he? Had
a nice ring to it, but scary too. He had never had one of those.
He had had
sex with Faith once, and that had been pretty much it. Then he had dated Cordy
for a few months, ruined her reputation in the process �what�s with been loser
number one in the school and all-, and cheated on her with Willow of all
people! Then after graduation Cordelia had gone to LA, and Willow had become a
lesbian. Was there something in the water in Sunnydale? What did they feed
their children to get such an amount of same-sex oriented kids, he wondered.
However,
for him, it was decided. It had felt weird at first, sure, because Spike was a
man, but then it had become so simple, because the man was Spike. So
whatever happened in the future, he was certain he wanted to give it a try and
see how it worked. After all, there was something special between the vampire and
him that transcended the obvious physical attraction; he knew that Spike
saw there was more to him than the regular goof everyone knew and loved.
Because
there was more to him now that there was to that silly and shy sixteen
years old that Willow had know for most of her life and Buffy had gotten to
befriend. He was no longer the insecure kid who had fallen for Buffy and had
never dared to tell her, and he was not going to make the same mistake with
Spike, the only one who seemed to realized he had grown out of his high school
days and become more or less a man.
"Xander,
I hate Star Trek" the man behind him complained "Can we watch
something else?"
He had
only left the room to get some blood for Spike and some coffee for himself, and
then they had sat all morning watching TV, Spike sitting in the couch behind
him with his legs spread, and him in front of the vampire, reclining
comfortably over his muscled chest. He couldn�t think of a time when he had
felt this good, this satisfied with his life.
"Yeah,
I wasn�t even watching really..." he admitted
"Really?"
the vampire asked intrigued "Lost in thought, were you?" he said,
putting his arms around him in a soft embrace "What were you
thinking about?"
"I
don�t know... us" he confessed, looking over his shoulder to find Spike
contemplating him with one raised eyebrow. The doorbell ran, but he just
dismissed it; let someone else get it.
"Funny,
me too" the vampire grinned before leaning over to kiss him
He hadn�t
known Spike had it in him to be this tender, but he was not complaining. In
just a day, he had grown positively enslaved to those lips, and the way they
kissed him and made him forget there was anything else in the world other than
Spike and him. The tender exchange would have continued, but for an unexpected
presence;
"Oh
my God, I�m sorry" the girl stammered, covering her eyes with her hand in
an almost funny gesture; he hadn�t heard the door open, and obviously neither
had Spike.
"Tara"
he said surprised, jumping to his feet "What are you doing here?"
"Your
mom let me in... I didn�t know you were, um... am I interrupting
something?" she asked awkwardly, her face deeply blushed
"Nothing,
ducks" Spike assured her, grabbing the remote and focusing on the TV as if
nothing out of the ordinary had been happening between them
"It�s
okay Tara" he told her as well, knowing full well the girl would not talk
about it with anyone "You needed something?"
"Um,
yes" she said, recovering from the shock "There was no muddy demon,
right?" she finally asked
"Aw,
that..." he exclaimed; who was nervous now? "No, I just...
er... made it up... you know... so you would leave"
"You
made up a muddy demon so your friends wouldn�t see you with me, Xander?" Spike
questioned him with an incredulous tone, taking his eyes off the TV for a
moment
"That�s
a radical way of putting it..." he defended himself
"Hey,
I�m not complaining... muddy demon�s fine" the vampire said, slightly
ironic, before turning back to the TV "Good luck getting the slayer to
forget about it... way I see it, one innocent muddy demon�s getting whacked
tonight"
"What,
are any muddy demons actually in town?" Tara asked, somewhat
concerned
"Yeah,
name�s Tom. Nice guy, hasn�t eaten human flesh in a century... no meat at all,
actually. Don�t know what kind of demon he is, but he doesn�t stand a chance
against the slayer..." Spike stated absently, while watching a Hallmark
movie he had found interesting
"Oh
my god, I�ve sentenced a vegetarian guy named Tom to death!" he despaired,
regretting his stupid idea to get Buffy out of the Bronze
"Yeah,
as if he hasn�t enough with been slimy and smelly..." Spike said
sarcastically "You can always tell the slayer you�re on drugs..." he
suggested after a brief silence
"That�s
it, Spike! We�re not gonna watch Trainspotting anymore!" he declared, and
was surprised to hear a discrete laughing sound coming from the place where
Tara stood.
"Well,
if you had learnt your lesson from Liar Liar, we wouldn�t be in trouble in the
first place!"
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 8 .��).��).��)
A couple
more classes, and they were done for the day. While Buffy headed for the
cafeteria, almost forcing Richie to go with her, she decided the best she could
do would be to go back to Giles, and do some research about last night�s demon.
That is, if Xander had showed up. She didn�t really know if Xander had to work
that morning, and she hoped he didn�t because, if he was unavailable, looking
for the demon would be very difficult.
Entering
the library she found nobody other than Giles, who was reading some book while
drinking copious amounts of coffee, but right after her arrived Tara and
Xander.
"Hi
Willow, Giles..." the boy said in his usual manner, taking a second look
at the older man "You look tired, G-man"
"Hello
Xander... I was, um, reading all night..." the librarian replied casually,
refilling his coffee mug "We were hoping you could give us a better
description of this demon you saw terrorizing people..."
"Oh,
that!" Xander exclaimed, a little more enthusiastically than usual
"Yeah, as it turned out, he wasn�t terrorizing the general population on
porpoise! I, um, Spike met him later at Willy�s, and the demon was,
um, confused... new in town, wanted to know people, but people got scared by
his slime and his, um, smell... poor guy, he�s just friendly... vegetarian
demon" the boy babbled
"Well,
of course..." Giles said, removing his glasses to clean them "Many
harmless demons do come to Sunnydale for tourism... but, are you sure this
demon you mentioned is truly harmless?"
"Oh,
yeah, as a kitten!" Xander assured him "Eats no kind of meat, drinks
no alcohol, doesn�t smoke..."
"Xander,
it sound like you�re putting a good word for this guy..." she interrupted
him in his incessant babbling "Did Spike ask you to do that?"
"What?!
Spike?! Why would Spike ask me to do that? I don�t do things for Spike!"
he replied, speaking too fast even for his usual self "I gotta go now... I
have a, um... house to build! Bye" he added as he hurriedly walked away
and out of the library
"What�s
wrong with Xander?" she asked concerned
"Oh,
nothing, he�s just nervous..." Tara assured her "Maybe he has issues
at work..." she suggested
Then it
struck her that, since they had started collage, they had involuntarily
secluded Xander just a little. Having classes to attend, and homework to take
care of, it was less and less often that they really spent time with Xander,
other than at the Bronze some nights, and at the Magic Box in weekends. She
couldn�t recall the last time Xander and her had had a heart-to-heart talk, and
she certainly knew very little of what her friend�s life was like of late other
than general information.
Feeling
terrible about it, she decided it was time she left the books aside for a
while, and spent some quality time with her oldest friend.
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 9 .��).��).��)
What a
day!
Waking up with Richie�s sleeping body next to his had been certainly the best
part so far, and if his suspicions were correct, probably the best it would get
for long time. After a the young immortal had left, he had had enough time to
take a quick �and much needed- shower, and then he had gone to work, arriving
there barely on time and cursing long forgotten Gods when he had seen the
object of his affection talking with the slayer and her friend.
He had
nothing against the slayer, other than the fact that she slept her way through
his classes, knew nothing about history, and made jokes about killing him
�alright, maybe he did have something against her. But all the same,
what bothered him the most about her was that she was obviously hitting on
Richie all the time. His Richie. He would have murdered her in cold
blood, but he liked to think he had outgrown himself in the last few millennia.
Still,
despite his displeasure regarding Richie�s relation with the slayer, he was in
very high spirits. It wasn�t everyday that he got to fuck a long-sustained
crush, after all, and even if Richie decided he didn�t want to talk to him for
a thousand years, he couldn�t avoid feeling exited about what had
happened. And, he reasoned, there was no reason why Richie would avoid him at
all; he had offered a blow-job, guilty as charged, but it hadn�t been his
suggestion to fuck.
After his
first class he had gone to the library, and had found two serious hangover
victims there: Joe and Rupert. He had offered his miraculous hangover cure, but
as usual had been declined �stupid contemporary skepticism, and then he had
been invited to meet them at Rupert�s again that evening. He did not actually
own a triangle, in case anyone wondered, but he did know how to play
some instruments; unfortunately, none of the kind that were easily purchased in
this day and age.
Then
redhead had ran into the library all but shouting about a muddy demon, and they
had had to leave before she got any more embarrassed and made things worse,
forcing him and Joe to reveal themselves as watchers. He was getting his
watcher tattoo done again, and it suddenly sounded like a good bargain to be
Richie�s watcher, but he did not want anyone in this town knowing about
his extracurricular job. If you explain watchers, you have to explain
immortals, and once you explain immortals it�s a matter of time before someone
gets suspicious �specially a slayer.
He was now
in his office, marking some papers after his last class, when his annoyingly
over-enthusiastic secretary interrupted him, knocking in the door before
entering, and proudly announcing;
"One
Mr. Joseph Dawson is here to see you"
"Send
him in" he told her, and she left all but jumping on her heels; he had to
admit it, her constant willfulness was starting to become obnoxious "Come
in Joe, have a seat" he offered smilingly when the man finally entered
"I
think your secretary thinks you�re running a multimillionaire company
here..." his friend laughed as he took a chair across from him "I�m
amazed she didn�t search me for concealed weapons!"
"She
didn�t?" he asked in faked surprise "Well, I specifically told her to
do so! You can never be too safe!"
"It
wouldn�t surprise me if you did" Joe grinned, and then switched voice
tones and started scolding him "Where the hell did Richie go last night? I
knocked on his door for fifteen minutes, and the first time around I could
swear he was not even there!"
It was
amazing how Joe could always make him feel like a guilty child when he talked
authoritative; for a moment he actually reacted to the mortal as if he were an
elder, and then couldn�t help it to chuckle at the idea.
"C�mon,
Joe, don�t treat me like the child who stole some candy!" he complained
"I took him to a nightclub where he specifically requested to go, and then
he picked someone up and left. Don�t expect me to give you a full report, I�m
not into voyeurism!" he explained, sticking to the facts as much as he
could without giving away too much; from experience, that was the best way of
lying.
"I
should have known" Joe sighed "That kid cannot keep it in his
pants... I had assumed it would be hard to keep tabs on him, but he wastes no
time!" he said, almost as if he were talking to himself "Well, never
mind!" he finally exclaimed, loosening up a bit "I�ll see you tonight
at Rupert�s"
"I�ll
tell April to cancel a few business meetings, and I�ll be there" he said
jokingly as his friend stood up to leave
"Bring
your triangle over, we could use some good music" Joe replied in the same
spirit
"You
find me a lyre or a lute, and I�ll show you music..." he told his friend,
but Joe just dismissed him with a wave of his hand and left. Was it that hard
to believe that a five thousands years old could have some talent?
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 10 .��).��).��)
The sun
was setting, and it was going to be a beautiful night. The warm California
weather was exquisite, and sometimes she found such pleasure in walking the
nighttime streets and seducing victims in crowded nightclubs she almost forgot
the reason why she was there. But she never forgot for long; she had constant
work to do. She would have him back, and she would reunite the four of them
again; they would be family, as they had once been.
He was
resisting, she should give him that much, but he wasn�t invincible. He was
weak, and his ideals were only but an illusion of his confused mind; deep down,
he knew who he was. She knew who he was. She had not only seen him in
action, back in the day, but she could see now... all the things her sire had
proudly displayed, lay deep within this pathetic creature, and were only
waiting to resurface. It wouldn�t take much longer.
In a few
more nights, if she judged him ready for it, she would go to him; she would
lure him, deceive him, and confuse him. Then, she would take him with her, and
she would make sure that, very slowly, he started finding himself back. Eventually,
he would take pleasure in the things he secretly craved, and he would
eventually come around. He would be himself again, and she would teach him how
to do it.
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