Lies My Watcher Told Me
by Red
book 4
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Lies My Watcher Told Me
book 4
Joss' folk.
BW...NC17
Summary: Buffy makes her presence known.
NOTE: This part may get nasty.
Thanks for all the feed and a thank you to Wolfkin for the tip...*winks*...
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"This shall be your room...it's rather nice, wouldn't you say?"
Travers turned to Faith with a smile. The slayer looked the room over and whistled.
"So, I need some sorta, special badge or somethin'? I wouldn't want one of your guards mistaking me for a burglar or somethin'."
He chuckled. "There are no guards here, Ms. Spencer. Just Geofry, Anna...the cook, myself and a small staff for a special project we are working on." His eyes twinkled. "One that you may find a bit interesting."
Faith grinned wide. "You chippin' vamps? Like they did back in SunnyD?"
Travers laughed. "No, no, we are nothing like the Initiative was. Heavens, no. No, here, we heal." His brow raised. "How did you find here, exactly, Ms. Spencer?"
She raised one of her own. "I'm more than just a pair of fightin' hands, Quent...I did my research...ol' Wes still has alot of info on you guys stashed in his office." She leaned in. "Lotta stuff you'd be interested in...about Angel, Wolfram and Hart, Giles and the snotty Scoobies."
Quentin smiled, nodding approvingly.
"I am quite interested, Ms. Spencer. Perhaps after you get settled, we could talk about those things."
She held her hands up. "Yo, I am settled...got no bags, no clothes, just me."
"I'm sure we can fix that. Geofry can drive you into town to pick up whatever it is that you require...unless, you have your own vehicle?"
"Hitched here, Quent...but if ya wanna throw a nice suv my way, won't complain."
He chuckled. "I think that can be arranged. Why don't you freshen up, the bathroom is over there...I shall meet you downstairs in the library in, say, twenty minutes. I'm sure you can find it. Feel free to look around the estate. The basement is off limits...that's where the project is."
"Thought you said I might find it interesting."
"Oh, I'm most certain you will. But not yet...after you've settled and familiarized yourself with everything." He stepped into the hallway and smiled. "Twenty minutes."
"Twenty it is...thanks, Quent."
He nodded, closed the door and hurried downstairs to his office. Once inside, he picked up the phone and made a call.
Upstairs, Faith waited a few minutes, then locked the door and pulled her cell from her boot.
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Giles stared down at his bloody knuckles. A solid half of an hour of pounding on the door for nothing. He was still trapped in his room unable to get to Willow. Perhaps, he realized, taking a seat on his bed, that was a blessing. His mind had replayed every single moment of their, sessions, over and over the past half an hour and it was making him crazy. How...how had he let Travers talk him into this? He agreed to bring Willow here to be rehibilitated, yes, but there was supposed to be a coven and healing...
He slammed his fist down onto the bedside table, splitting the top. His head throbbed from more than just his latest concussion and his stomach felt as if he'd spent the afternoon on the world's fastest roller coaster.
"Everytime I'm in the bloody homeland I get sodding sick...or perhaps it's just Quentin."
He closed and took a few calming breaths, opening them as a lighbulb went off.
"Dear lord."
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"You're absolutely positive?"
"I triple checked it all...she stole two thousand in cash right from his safe, he filed a report with LA pd. Seems the lovefest is over between slayer and vampire. He's pretty pissed off."
Travers smiled. "Thank you, Henry. Do give Lois my love and tell her I shall get to the states soon."
"I will, thanks for the job, Quentin."
"Thank you for the information, Henry. Take care."
Travers hung the phone up with a smile. So Faith Spencer was indeed, telling the truth. She has switched sides yet again. Bloody girl could give a man whiplash.
And speaking of..."Time to check on Ms. Rosenberg. I do hope Ethan is finished."
He stood from his desk and made his way to the hall...where he ran right into a very angry slayer.
"Ms. Summers," he stated, his voice a bit shaky. "What are you doing here?"
"She's with me."
Travers turned around to face a smiling Wesley.
"Wesley, what a pleasant surprise...come to attempt to get your job back?"
"We're here for Willow and don't you dare say she isn't here," Buffy growled, shoving him against the wall, her eyes burning into him.
"Wesley, do call your friend off."
"Problem?"
Travers smile returned when he saw Faith coming down the hall.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, we seem to have two intruders...as your first assignment, show them off the property, please."
Faith stopped in front of Wesley and cocked a brow. "You see any intruduers, Wes?"
Quentin's brow furrowed. "What?"
"No, no I don't recall seeing anyone...Buffy?"
The blonde pretended to think. "Nope."
Faith looked to Travers. "Gee, boss, looks like you were misinformed."
He grimaced. "So it would appear that I was."
Buffy's hand flew to his throat, threatening. "Where are Willow and Giles?"
"Rupert is in his room...Ms. Rosenberg is in the, rehibilitation room...where she must stay until her treatment is finished."
Slayer fingers tightened just a tad. "I know all about your, rehibilitation, Quentin...if you have done so much as to harm one red hair on her head, I swear I will personally tear your balls off and feed them to you."
Faith smiled, nodding her approval. "I'll get the catsup, B."
"Wesley...you're not a killer....stop this right now."
The former watcher smiled but it wasn't one of a friend.
"He said there was a special project in the basement. I tried, couldn't get through, some weird ass magick barrier," Faith noted.
Buffy looked to Wesley who nodded. "I'm on it."
He hurried away, leaving Travers alone with the two slayers.
"Where is Giles' room?" Buffy hissed, eyeing Travers.
"Third floor, right hallway, fourth door down on the right side."
Buffy looked to Faith, who nodded and took off.
"You're going to tell me exactly what you've done to my Willow," Buffy seethed, her eyes back on his.
"Ms. Summers, you will not get away with this. At this very moment-"
"At this very moment, you're one breath closer to dinner time. There's no one here to save you, Quentin."
"I have a sta-"
"Staff? You mean the dozen watcher assholes that worship your twisted ass? I believe you'll find them neatly bound and gagged in the kitchen." She brought her knee up and connected hard with his stomach, stepping back and letting him drop to the floor. "Get up."
He winced, struggling to get to his feet and the moment he did, Buffy's fist collided with his face, sending him right back down.
"BLOODY HELL you little bitch!"
Buffy's reply was a solid kick to his ribs.
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Wesley's eyes opened and he grinned proudly as the barrier fell.
"That was a rather shabby barrier, I must say."
"Nice work."
Buffy's voice startled him and he jumped.
"Sorry," she said, hurrying past him and opening the steal door.
Wesley stood, gathered his things quickly and followed her, gun in hand.
"Travers?"
"In the kitchen, bound, gagged, somewhat bloody."
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Ethan gasped for breath, panting hard. On the table, beneath his sweaty body, Willow lay in silence...her eyes long ago closed, transporting her to a safe, happy place....
In her mind, it was Buffy panting, the slayer's well toned, muscular body covering hers, gentle fingers tracing the warm, unmarked flesh as soft slayer lips kissed a trail down her back.
"Bloody hell, luv, I do say, Rupert was a sodding fool to not give you a go. Better for me, though...you're all nice and tight..." He stood up, stroking his hardening cock, the magick coursing through him. "Especially this arse. I'm sure Quentin won't mind if I'm a few minutes late. I really cannot pass up another go at this gorgeous thing."
He slapped her bruised bottom and posistioned himself.
"Here we go, luv."
Opening her up, he slammed in...
And the door crashed down...
"Good lord." Wesley stared at the sight in front of him, sickened.
Buffy's eyes moved from Willow to Ethan.
The sorcerer smirked at the new arrivals, thrusting as he did. "I'll be done in just a few, luvs, then she's all yours. Do try the ass, it is delicously tight."
Wesley had never seen anything like it before in his entire life. Buffy, literally flying across the room, her hands wrapping neatly around Ethan's throat...
The flash was so brilliantly bright, it nearly blinded the former watcher, and the sound of slayer hitting brick rang out like a symphony, accompanied by Ethan's laughter.
"I'm invincible, slayer!" he joyously cried, thrusting on. "I cannot be sto-"
The sound of chanting began drowning the sorverer out and Wesley, recognizing the spell, joined in. Buffy looked up from the ground to see Giles standing in the doorway, Faith holding his hand, eyes closed. Both watchers eyes were fixed on Ethan who was begin to wince...
Giles chanted louder, as did Wesley and the slayer watched as right before her very eyes, Ethan dropped to the floor, convulsing. Picking herself up, she hurried to Willow and tried to free her.
"Fucking magicks!" she growled. "Will, oh gawd, Will." She gently brushed a gentle hand through red hair. "I'm so sorry, baby...I love you, Will...love you, in the more than just best friendy way..." She placed a soft kiss on the witch's cheek. "Willow, honey...Willow...Wesley!"
Wesley turned his attention to Buffy and hurried to her side, stopping his chant and muttering a few words. The restraints disinegrated before the slayer's eyes and she picked Willow up, carefully, cradling the light body in her arms.
"She's so cold." She looked to Wesley. "So light and so cold."
He removed his jacket and placed it over Willow.
"Take her up to a bedroom. I'll be right there."
Buffy started for the door, glancing at Ethan, who lie still on the floor. Turning back to Wesley, she said, "He's mine...Travers, too."
With that said, Buffy stepped to the door, not even acknowledging Giles as she passed him.
"It's gonna be ok, Will, I swear to you...I'm going to take care of you from now on...I'm so sorry, baby...oh Willow, I'm so sorry."
And as she ascended the stairs, her witch in her arms, Buffy wept.....
to be continued.....