Season One
by Lost
Chapter Twenty
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"Ours was a tale of tradgedy, bravery, and lies and deciet." Courtney said, first hiding her hands in her eyes as though weeping, then quickly changing the movement to standing with her feet apart and hands on her hips, and then with a flourish becoming as sneaky as a vampire trying to catch an unsuspecting prey. "And so you see, I will start from the begining." She said with a air of finality in her voice.
"Uhm, before you start, we're just gonna go and get the ingredients, we'll be back." Amy said as she grabbed Tara's hand and they left the room. Night had just fallen fifteen minutes ago, so they should be relatively safe.
"Anyway though." She paused dramatically, and sucked in a huge breath. "Does anyone have any popscicles?"
"What?" Willow asked before she could stop herself. This girl was obviously just a little bit unhinged.
Giles stepped in. "Yours was a Love Match with Eliza, was it not?" He asked the slightly deranged girl. She nodded her head as she tried to hold back tears.
"Yes, and oh, what a love match it was!"
"Love match?" Buffy asked curiously.
"Well, you see, that load of bull that the council is feeding you about them choosing your mate is exactly that. A load of BULL! They have occasionally, actually not rather frequently at all, really twice in the whole slayer line, chosen the mate for a slayer. It's just not something that's done nowadays! I mean, that's like saying, here's your mail order husband, and good luck with him! Puhlease!" Courtney finished with a roll of her eyes.
"So how are mates usually chosen?" Willow asked her, eyeing the girl suspiciously.
"Usually they aren't chosen by the Council, that's for damn sure! It's usually whoever the Slayer's body wants the most that becomes the mate. Since the mating ritual involves doin' the horizontal tango of hot monkey sex! Now, where was I? Oh yes, does anyone have any popscicles? Because I'm rather famished, and I-" She was cut off by Buffy.
As soon as the words "horizontal tango of hot monkey sex" passed through her lips, Buffy and Willow both blushed slightly. "So could you tell me exactly what the ritual entails?"
Behind the Stacks at the Library:
'Shit! Shit! Shit!' Lauren thought as she listened to the group talk to the psycho lover of her almost-last-mate. For some reason they never seem to work when the coven and the council get together in fiasco's like this. She turned her cell phone on, and called the only number programmed into it. She let them listen to the conversation being had down the steps, and slowly shrunk out the back exit of the library before putting her face to the phone.
"Who the hell let little miss popscicle freak know that the Slayer was here? And that it was time for her mating ritual??" She asked the voice with some urgency.
"Someone at the Council must be trying to turn this against us. Although in all probability, it's quite possible that she simply knew what was happening." The voice said in a clipped tone.
"But then why would she-" She was cut off by the voice.
"Hang on just one moment, that's my other line."
She stood there tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for him to return. 'He always does this to me! Gah, you know what? He can call me back!' She thought as she closed the phone and stomped off towards her motel room.
Back at the table in the Library:
"Really for that information, youd have to ask your watcher to tell you the formation!" She answered Buffy's question, and decided that rhyming was the best way to talk. "If you wish to know the truth, its hidden in a picture booth, stuck inside his head, under that part that's turning red!" She said as Giles began to blush once she pointed directly at him.
"Are you high?" Faith asked as she stared hard at the girl.
"Ha, high on life! Or death really! High....hi..." She began to zoom around the room acting like a three year old who was pretending to be an airplane. "Last stop for true love, please fasten your seat belts and keep all arms inside the vehicle! If we crash, I hope you can swim!" She said as she continued circling around the room.
Buffy and Willow looked at eachother, then to Xander, who was making a little 'crazy' motion by twirling his finger near his ear. "Hey! Don't do that! I'm not crazy...how would you feel to have two people inside you at once?!" She asked sounding exasperated.
"Wait, two people?" Willow asked looking at the seemingly crazy girl.
"Yes two. No, not two, one and a half, which is really two if you're rounding because you're not supposed to have half a preson inside of you even though I do! Oh, and so will you!"
"Huh?"
At Council headquarters:
"I can't believe that bitch hung up on me!" He said in frustration as he began dialing her number again.
In England:
"και ο φο'ιάς και η "άγι......α θα εί'αι χω—ίς δυ'ά"εις τους." Peters finished off his spell. "There." He said, dusting off his hands on his pants. He picked up his phone, and dialed the council number for Sunnydale. "It's done." He told the person on the other end of the line.
"Good. Your payment will come soon enough." And the line went dead.
Peters shook his head as he went back to the library, and put his phone once again on silent.
Walking home from the Library:
"So, once we get this finished want to go to the Bronze?" Amy asked Tara, hoping the girl wouldnt turn her down.
"Sure." Tara said smiling lightly and taking Amy's hand in her own before they finished up their walk to the Madison house.
A/N: Thanks for the feedback guys, its very encouraging :D - L.