FIC: Dark of Day (1/?)

["M.L. Tankesly" <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Dark of Day (1/?)
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx - or - Tankesly@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with
Buffy the Vampire Slayer; they are used without permission. No
copyright infringement is intended.
Archive: The usual places, all others ask first.
Pairing: S/B/W
Note: This is the sequel to "Light of the Moon", I had such good
responses, not to mention demands that I continue. I decided to explore
this strange little world a bit further. See what other mischief and
mayhem the Enforcer and her crew can come up with. :) This is set
immediately after the events in Light of the Moon.

DARK OF DAY (1/?)

The vampire, formerly known as the Watcher called Wesley Windham Price,
growled at the huddled group of humans in the corner of the warehouse
the Sunnydale hunters were using while in San Francisco. He enjoyed the
smell of fear his mere presence caused the humans chained before him.
'This is how is should be,' his demon hummed in pleasure. 'Humans in
chains awaiting their proper fate, like the animals they were.' He
could almost taste their blood as it ran down his throat, hear the
symphony of their screams as he drained them dry, tearing the lifeless
bodies apart for the hell of it afterward. But these humans were not
for him, they were for Cutter and Willow, the Enforcer had all ready
earmarked them for her favourites among the hunters, before she want to
collect Ethan.
Not that he really minded, the two always did like to share their meals
with their friends. Besides even if they didn't, it would be great fun
watching the wolf tear into the humans. Cutter always liked to show off
his girl's skills and he figured that there were enough of the humans to
make the two-week stay in Fresco an enjoyable one. He couldn't wait to
see the bloodbath he just knew the wolf would create with mortals, his
eyes briefly glancing over to the makeshift "arena" a few of the boys
had rigged up before leaving with the Enforcer. His sire had made big
plans to celebrate the end of the hunt, a kind of makeup to her hunters
who wouldn't be allowed to watch Master Angelus torture the mortal
Raynes. Ethan was for Angelus alone; after all it was his pet that had
been violated by the dog human. He could understand Master Angelus's
anger; he had two pets himself that he was just as possessive about. No
one touched Amy or Anya without his consent, he had killed lesser
vampires for even looking at his property.

"Wes!" A voice calls, bringing him out of his silent musings.
Recognizing the voice immediately, he slips back on his human face,
turning to face his returning sire with a small smirk. He could tell
that it had been a good night of the Enforcer, she was in a much too
cheerful mood. 'She probably killed a mime,' he said to himself.
Knowing the somewhat strange pleasure she always took when she made them
scream, eagerly recalling that one weekend where she tortured an entire
convention hall full of them. 'That was the weekend that we killed
the mayor,' he recalled fondly. They had crashed a late night meeting
of the town council, stupid human actually thought the Mistress was
going to allow him to remain in charge. It was fun watching Master
Spike tear out the mayor's beating heart and then toss it to the wolf.
Cutter and Willow had spent hours, playing catch with the heart
afterwards. The wolf happily bounding after the tossed organ in the
sacked Council Chambers as the others looked on.

The Enforcer approached her smiling childe with a spring in her step,
Spike not far behind her. The two of them had just come back from a
little tour through Chinatown picking something up for her oldest
childe. He had been her first, the one she turned with a specific
purpose; he was to lead the Mistress's Hunters, her death squad. The
ones that took care of any problems that annoyed the Mistress, it was
her job, as the Enforcer to ensure that her sire's will be enforced and
the ranks of the Hunters kept filled. "Wes, have your former 'brothers'
been behaving themselves?" She asked in slow purr, running a hand down
the side of his face.

With a dismissive snort, "My former 'brothers'-in-arms have kept they
fabled resolve. They have vowed to die fighting us." He answered in
disgust, his contempt for the bound humans clear in his voice. Over the
last six months the Enforcer had been collecting various Watchers as
they followed Raynes up and down the California coast. Wes had spent
most of the time taunting his old colleagues, as he fed and tortured his
victims before the bound humans. He hated the life he had lead as a
human, he had been an idealistic idiot; a complete fool believing
wholeheartedly in the holy crusade they had raged against the forces of
darkness. 'What a joke!' he cursed silently, he was nothing as a
human. His sire had done the world a favour when she had ended his
mortal existence, giving him a place in the New Order. He had power and
respect now, and a burning hatred of what his mortal life
represented...his demon had vowed to wipeout the existence of the
Watcher Council. He had made plans of presenting his sire with the head
of the Watcher's on a silver platter; a thank you for giving him life
and a chance to stand at her side through eternity.

"Oh good, let's hope their resolve lasts longer then that last batch.
It gets tiring when they immediately start begging for their lives."
The Enforcer replied with a laugh, knowing where her childe's thoughts
had been. He rarely spent time not thinking about the Council and all
the things he would do to destroy them. Of this little fact she could
have been no prouder, her little boy wanted to spread death and
destruction around the world. But he still had a bit to learn, he
always was a too eager to kill his victims while torturing them, he had
to learn how to draw out things, enjoy the each and every scream.
'Maybe I can have Spike give him a few lessons,' she thought to herself
before she was interrupted by a large hairy figure suddenly dropping
down from the ceiling, followed closely by another somewhat smaller
figure.

Landing in a crouch, Cutter the werewolf handler, rose to his full
height giving the leash a sharp tug, signaling the large werewolf to
stay put at his side. Not many knew what Cutter's human name was, the
tall quit vampire had earned the nickname "Cutter" from his sire, Master
Spike. The blonde vampire had called his favourite childe that name,
after the young fledgling had tortured and killed two dozen university
students with a foot long hunting knife all in the same night. It was
said that Cutter's cruelty and bloodthirsty nature was on a par with
Masters Spike and Angelus. Paired with the large werewolf, the two were
an unbeatable force when unleashed upon whomever or whatever had earned
the Mistress's wraith. The two were so suited for one another that the
Enforcer had matching collars made of them, each set with a blood stone,
a symbol of their unity and loyalty to her. They were easily her
favourites with in the clan, the ones she and Master Spike liked to take
to their beds after a particular bloody hunt.

"You're back a bit early" Spike noted with an arched eyebrow.

"Sun is almost up, Willow starts getting tired around this time."
Cutter replied his dark eyes unreadable. He was still angry over that
human, Raynes, injuring his girl earlier, so much in fact that the two
of them had spent the rest of the night on a killing spree on the water
front. Cutter had watched fondly as he turned loose Willow on a few
Danish sailors, their screams echoing throughout the bay. He wasn't
sure that they were screaming as she tore them into little pieces but he
just knew they had to be begging for mercy. It was times like this when
she was at her most violent and destructive that he was saddened over
the fact that she never remembered what she had done when she became
human again. 'To not remember any of the hunt or the kill, it must be
agony,' he thought knowing well the pleasure he found at slowing killing
a person with his beloved knife. There wasn't nothing better then the
smell of fear and hearing the screams as you slowly crushed your victim,
that was the first lesson his sire taught him...the enjoys of the kill.
'It's a fate worse then being resouled.' He told himself firmly, 'to do
such exquisite blood shed and not remember it.' That was why he took
such great pride in his girl's work. He could remember and share the
knowledge with her once she was human again. Granted it wasn't the same
as actually being there, but Cutter could tell that some part of her did
remember the kills, he could see the wolf staring back at him sometimes
watching and waiting to be let out once more.

His attention was drawn back to the wolf as she gave a wide yawn, her
powerful jaws spreading at least a foot in length, and giving her body a
massive shake. "All right, you can go to sleep," Cutter grunted to the
wolf giving the leash another tug, with the shake of his dark head.

"Put her in my rooms," the Enforcer said with a smirk. She had plans
for the early morning hours, with her Wills. 'After all she has to make
sure that the werewolf was recovering nicely from the stake wounds.'
She told herself watching the vampire and werewolf head for the upper
area of the warehouse she had claimed for herself and Spike during their
stay in San Francisco. Sharing a brief look with Spike, silently
communicating her wishes on not being disturbed for the next several
hours while they "examine" Willow together, before turning her attention
back to Wes. Putting her arm around his shoulder, she turns to regard
the captive humans in the corner, her yellow/gold eyes shining with an
unholy light. "Now Wes, when I wake up later, I want one of these brave
noble Watchers to be ready for the arena. Willow has to get her
exercise in for the day," she instructed with an evil grin, her own
demon practically purring at the thought of Willow tearing apart the
doomed human. It was a good thing that Willow was able to change at
will, not only was it easier to train the werewolf to obey her masters.
It also allowed the assembled vampires a useful diversion while they
waited for the sun to set, by betting on how long one of the victims was
going to last before the wolf tore them completely apart. It was loads
of fun and kept some of the younger minions out of too much mischief.

"I have just the Watcher in mind," Wes replied with his own evil grin.
'The young fit one,' he decided with an absent nod...couldn't make it
too easy on the werewolf, she tended to bore easily.

Turning her attention away from her plotting childe, the Enforcer and
Spike move away from the little corner...they had other more
"pleasurable" things to do for the rest of the early morning hours.

End Part One.