Lies My Watcher Told Me
by Red
book 3
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Lies My Watcher Told Me
book 3
Red
Joss' folk.
BW...NC17
Summary: Bad, bad stuff.....
NOTE: Big thank you to all of the feedback. I was so in a mood, when I started this, now I so have top find a way to redeem my dear Rupert. *lol*
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Giles came to with a massive headache.
"Bloody hell," he murmered, opening his eyes.
It hurt. Despite the many, many times he had been knocked unconcious, it still surprised him that it could hurt as much as it did. Had he been back in Sunnydale, Xander would at this moment, be making a joke about getting Giles a job advertising some pain relief medication.
But he wasn't in Sunnydale. And as the events of how he had recieved this latest head infraction came back to him, he began to panic. Forcing himself to sit up, despite both the pain and the effort, Giles looked around the room he was in. It was his...the one he had been given a week ago when he and Willow had arrived.
Willow.
The panic grew and he jumped from the bed, running to the door only to find it locked. Cursing loud, he tried everything to get it to open, including ramming it several times with his body.
Nothing.
The Englishman ran his hands through his hair carefully and attempted calm. This was his fault. He should have known never to have trusted Travers. He knew from past experience what the council was capeable of...he had known it would not be easy when he brought her here. But he had also known what would happen if he hadn't.
They all would have been killed.
Willow, Xander, Anya, Dawn, Buffy...himself.
Not that he gave a bloody hell about his own life at the moment. Whatever happened to him he was more than happy to accept. But he had to get Willow away from here.
Pacing the floor, his head ached worse as it became flooded with memories of the past week. His hands clenched into fists as his side, feeling the whip in their grip...his ears echoing the helpless cries, whimpers, begging of the one person he truly loved.
Oh yes, he loved Buffy, Xander, Dawn and, yes, even Anya...they were his children, his family. However Giles had long ago discovered that his love for Willow went beyond that. What he had grown to feel for the little witch was something stronger, deeper...
It was the same thing his very own slayer felt for her.
And somewhere, deep inside the pit of his stomach, Giles knew that THAT, had played more than a passing thought on his decision to leave Sunnydale in the first place. It had eaten away at him for months...leaving them...leaving her. Buffy may have needed the time to stand on her own, however Willow HAD needed HIM. The spell to bring Buffy back had been a neon sign...he had a new student now...one who desperately needed him.
And he walked away...he left...he left them...he left Willow.
The same night, as he soon found out from a rather informative call from Anya, as Tara did.
He had, at the time, laughed at the sick irony. For two years, he had sat by watching the woman he loved with the woman she loved, happy for them, happy for her. Despite his love her Willow, he had always thought her better off without him and seeing her with the blonde witch truly did give him joy...even if, at the same time, it hurt like hell.
The Englishman found some solidarity in the fact that at least, he was not alone in his pain. He knew his slayer was sharing his feelings...both of loving Willow and of believeing the witch truly was better off without her.
Then, in one night, Willow had lost Tara and himself. He had understood Tara's decision to leave...he understood and supported it...even though he was an ocean away. It was then he should have returned to Sunnydale...then he should have taken charge and been the man he had once been...then he should have went to her as a teacher, as a friend...
Perhaps had he, they would now be lying together in their bed, in their home...
No, no, Willow's heart had always belong to Buffy. Yes, she did love Tara deeply, but even the blonde witch knew. Giles knew she did. He also knew that changed nothing in Tara's eyes.
Still, he should have returned and been the mentor, the teacher, the friend Willow had needed. Had he done so, she would not be here now, in pain, suffering ...from his very own hands.
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Wesley sighed deeply as the council estate came into view. Never, in a million years, would he have thought he would be more worried about Buffy's behavior than he would be Faith's. Of course, had been the dark haired slayer's true love they were here to rescue, he was certain his worries would shift.
The jeep turned down a dirt road and when Wesley came to a stop, he turned to Faith.
"Are you sure?"
The slayer grinned big. "Yo, I have been dyin' to put the hurt on these assholes for a long time. 'Sides, I gotta get Red outta there so I can take her out on the town, show her what a real slayer date is like."
Buffy lowered her sunglasses just enough so her fellow slayer could see them.
"Once we're back on the plane, and MY witch is safe and sound, remind me to kick your obnoxious ass."
Faith burst out laughing and Wesley had to chuckle. However, he regained his serious as three, camoflauged figures approached them. The slayers watched as he stepped out of the car and went to them.
"That's our backup?" Faith said, eyes wide. "Three?"
Buffy studied them, noting the guns they carried. "They're snipers." A slow grin formed on her lips. "Go, Wes."
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Quentin Travers thanked the maid who refilled his tea and turned to Ethan, who was enjoying the rather large breakfast in front of him.
"Quentin, these are thee best eggs I have ever had." He stuffed another forkful into his mouth and reached for his juice.
"Don't choke yourself, Ethan, there is plenty."
The sorcerer swallowed and chuckled. "Sorry, I do get a bit famished after spells of that magnitued. Do forgive me."
Travers swallowed a mouthful of tea and waved a hand. "You, my good man, can eat the entire pantry twice over, as long as you keep Rupert in line."
Ethan smiled. "Not to worry, I have the Ripper strings firmly in my grasp and delight in pulling them." He sipped his tea. "Although, there is one thing I would like to inquire about...a small, favor..." His brow arched.
"You want to fuck the witch."
Ethan's smile grew. "You are a very perseptive man, Quentin."
"Magickal reasons or sheer human?"
"Both."
Travers finished his tea and nodded. "You have one hour. She's in the session room."
Ethan practically giggled as he lept from his chair. "As soon as I finish, I'll give Rupert another jolt...one that will have Ripper aching to punish our naughty girl."
Travers shook his head, chuckling. "You are an evil bastard, Rayne."
"Ethan cocked a brow. "Good thing I'm on your side, ey' mate?"
Travers' smile was ice cold. "Good thing for you...or you'd be dead."
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Faith sauntered up to the front door, smiling as she rang the doorbell. It wasn't thirty seconds before the door opened and a man in a butler's uniform greeted her.
"I'm here to see Quentin Travers," she purred, so sweetly it made her sugar rise.
"Is Mr. Travers expecting you?" the man asked, smiling gently.
"No, but he'll wanna see me...tell him Faith the vampire slayer is here." She stepped inside, not waiting for an invite and looked around.
Behind the bushes, Wesley radioed their backup. "She's in."
Buffy gripped the pistol in her hand, ansty as all get out. The former watcher turned to her.
"Breathe."
"Breathing here, Wes."
"Yes, well, I can hear you grinding your teeth...considering that you are holding a fully loaded pistol and are approximately twelve inches away from, makes me a tad bit nervous."
"Not to worry, Wes...I know which brits to shoot."
The Englishman smiled grimly, his hand gripping it's own pistol.
"As do I, Buffy...as do I....."
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The butler told Faith to have a seat, gesturing to the chairs in the foyer, then made his way down a hallway. Faith followed, grinning from ear to ear.
"Mr. Travers, there is a-"
"Quint, buddy, how the hell are ya?" Faith gleefully chirped, stepping into the kitchen. "Long time never see, huh? Good thing I nosed around Giles' office way back in the day or I wouldn't know what you looked like."
She grabbed a sausage from the plate on the table and devoured the breakfast meat in one bite.
"Mind if I have a little juice?" Before he could answer, she has filled a glass and, after downing it in one gulp, made herself comfy in one of the empty chairs and proceeded to help herself to the large array of food.
"Damn, you English stiffs sure know how to eat." She filled an empty plate with some eggs, more sausage, a few waffles and at least half a pound of bacon, refilling her glass after stuffing her mouth.
The butler looked helplessy, first at Faith, then Travers.
"It's alright, Geofry, you may go."
The man scowled at the slayer, then hurried away. Travers watched Faith, an amused smile on his face.
"Do make yourself at home."
She swallowed, downed another juice and grinned. "Thanks...bet you're wondering what I'm doin' here."
He raised a brow. "The thought has crossed my mind. The last I heard, you were in Los Angeles, helping the hopeless, I believe."
She covered a poor defenseless waffle in a near half a cup of syrup and laughed.
"Was, got a little tired of the whole, broody souled vamp thing...stuck around long enough to get what I needed, convince them that I'm not gonna go all, kill on everyone...then hopped a plane and, well..."She grinned. "Here I am."
He smiled. "Yes, he you are...now the question is, why are you here?"
She feigned a hurt look. "You're not happy to see me? I'm hurt, I am. I heard you guys were all about wantin' to see me." She finished her third juice. "I'll go."
She stuffed a few slices of bacon into her mouth and stood up. The Englishman stopped her.
"Forgive my rudeness, please, sit, enjoy the fine food."
Faith sat back down and dug into the poor waffle. Quentin refilled his tea and sipped.
"It is true...we were rather interested in speaking with you awhile back. However, things happened...plans changed..."
"Angel beat you to me...hey, shit happens...it was cool for awhile, but hey, some dogs, like their old tricks." She drained the last of the juice into her glass and drank. "But I'm here now...and I think you and me, we can maybe work something out...I need a job, you need a slayer that sees things your way..." She winked. "Know what I mean?" She raised her glass.
Quinten smiled and raised his tea cup to meet her glass.
"Indeed I do, Ms. Spencer...indeed I do....."
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"There, there, luv...feels good, doesn't it? Nice and slow, that's my motto...enjoy it, take your time..."
A low groan fell from Ethan Rayne's lips as he thrusted into Willow. The redhead lay still...her abused body unable to even scream anymore.
And as the evil sorcerer took his time taking her, tears fell silently from green eyes that held no hope.....
to be continued.....