Author's note: As always with my fics, asterisks besides words and sentences may or may not be explained at the bottom of the page.
"Blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah," Buffy said, wearing a serious and determined look the entire time.
The S.I.T.s seated before her stared ahead with rapt attention. They didn't actually understand what Buffy was talking about; she seemed to keep saying 'it' was about something, an what 'it' was and what 'it' was 'about' were always changing. But she was the longest living Slayer and more than one among them owed her their lives. They had, for the most part, agreed among themselves that she was the best one to lead them, considering what was happening at the time.
"Blah!", Buffy said, pursing her lips together, "blah blah blah, it's about power. Blah it's about love, and blah blah vacuum-cleaning, blah blah, someone get me a non-fat yogurt. Blah", Buffy's tirade continued on.
While most of the S.I.T.s gazed at the blonde with adoring devotion, a few hung back. They had decided that while staying here was in their best interest, taking direction from a woman who's name was Buffy seriously wasn't. They sat at the edges of the huddled cluster of Potentials, trying not to look too disinterested for fear that Buffy would kick them out and take them away from Willow and Giles, the only true protection they had left.
Willow herself was slumped forward in a chair, baggy circles under her eyes from a long night spent trying to accumulate some important bit of information that might help them defeat The First. It was to no avail, and now she wished only for Buffy to shut up so she could get some sleep. But even if the walking K-Mart add shut her mouth any time soon, she would still have to deal with Kennedy. She wanted to end her month-long one night stand with the pierced Potential, but she didn't know how; after what had lost between Tara and Warren, she had no heart to crush Kenedy's feelings. The witch responded with a weak smile when the brunette Potential at her right loving caressed her hand.
Meanwhile, Xander and Anya were locked in a penetrating gaze that could cause the polar ice caps to melt. Unfortunately, neither one of them would admit to wanting penetration of any sort.
And Giles. The Ex-Watcher sat quietly in the back of the living room, watching his former prodigy blather on. At first he'd cried, but he was long past that point. No, he had failed so greatly that there were no more expectations he could hold in regards to Buffy's outcome. He had been sure that he'd done the right thing by allowing her to make her own choices for better or worse. But in the end, they had turned a brave young woman into a suicidal, narcissistic vampire groupie. A suicidal, narcissistic groupie who spoke for endless lengths of sound about her own philosophical self importance.
"Blah blah blah, you can stuff turkeys better with melon ball scoopers, blah blah, my stylish yet affordable boots, blah blah blah blah. And another blah, blah blah the sky is blue and blah blah blah, blah blah!"
After another fifteen minutes, Giles' patience had reached it's limit. He had sat through Buffy's tirades for the past several weeks, trying to hide his tears of sorrow at what his once vivacious and nonorexic Slayer had become. The ex-Watcher had tried several times to capitalize on his status as her father figure, hoping that some discipline would spur her into a semblance of her old self. But his efforts were in vain, and he had finally contented himself in supporting her authority, even if it was a superficial one at best.But now he could bear it no longer, and Giles abruptly stood and quietly left the room.
Buffy's eyes flew to the back of the Summers living room, and her tone halted for a moment as her sense of authority faltered. But she was the only one who saw him leave, for all others were either facing her in core concentration or trying to stay awake. Buffy bit her lip for a moment, flustered that her former Watcher, who would be nothing without her would be ungrateful and rude enough to walk out on her. She knew her speeches weren't as well worded as his, but she was surely less boring than the stuffy ex-librarian.Willow, Spike and that loser Anya were supposed to have her back, and what did she get from them but disgraceful ingratitude? And now it seemed Giles was taking their path. It wasn't fair, she risked her life to save the world over and over, her boyfriend had become evil, her mother had died, she HERSELF had died TWICE, and Shopper's Drug Mart was out of her favourite highlight colour. The world always seemed to be against her, when it was pretty plain to her that she was the most important individual this side of the Pacific...wasn't she?
"Um...uh.., that'll be all for now, " Buffy recovered before adding, " and remember, you have the potential to blah blah blah, and maybe if you work real hard, you could blah blah blah just like I blah."
With that she gave a wan smile and bounded up the steps to seek out her wayward Watcher. As she stood outside his door, wondering whether to knock or just barge in and act really angry, a smirk crossed her face. She knew it was grim, but Buffy sincerely hoped that her death brought another Slayer forth from the ranks of the Potentials. Since she had died a second time and no third Slayer had been discovered, she didn't understand how one of the young girls in her basement would ever end up having the power she posessed. But Giles had assured her it would work out. Somehow. It seemed the only thing Giles was good at these days was being cryptic and walking out on her. Life was so unfair.
Brushing the thought aside, Buffy knocked lightly on the attic door before entering without waiting for a response. She wasn't actually concerned that Giles might be upset - after all, it wasn't like Giles to have a life. But she didn't want to spook the Potentials by revealing the less than supportive conditions she worked in.
"Buffih!", Giles said frantically as he recovered from the sudden thrash his instincts had formed in bed when the door had opened without warning. Giles hadn't even heard the accompanying knock, for he'd been engrossed in a porous volume discussing the specifics of the fourth Dynasty of Qin as a metaphor for the teachings of Socrates. He knew he should be researching The First, but everyone had been doing just that for weeks. Not even a hint of information had been gleaned, and the Watcher was beginning to burn out mentally and emotionally. So he tried to conceal the guilt in his eyes when Buffy caught him in the in act of some unwarranted rest and relaxation, wondering if he could pass off cloth-bound book he'd gotten from Barnes & Nobles as an ancient relic of some sort. It wouldn't be the first time he'd convinced her of such a fallacy.
Buffy smirked and entered the room, taking care to shut the door quietly behind her. The house wasn't soundproof, but as long as the Slayer didn't fire a shotgun, no one two floors below would take notice.
"Giles,", Buffy said, tilting her head in a mixture of amusement and annoyance with the comically shocked expression of the Watcher who'd abandoned her, "We. Need. To. Talk."
She annunciated each word just as she had in the past when trying to convey that she didn't want to be argued with. Giles, however, had a hard time keeping a straight face. Buffy thought the look and word annunciation made her seem threatening; he had once heard Tara and Anya giggling about how it didn't threaten them in the least. In fact, it resembled Catherine Zeta - Jones' performance as a petulant starlet in "America's Sweetheart". The former Watcher knew this since had taken one of his many secretive trips to the theatre to view one of his his illicit pleasures - fluffy romance movies. They reminded him of what he and Jenny might have had. The ex-Watcher's mirth was dampened by a flash of Jenny's corpse laying on his bed surrounded by roses. The man was glad for the opportunity to regain his composure, yet his grey eyes took on a flinty glare.
"Buffih", Giles began harshly, before he reminded himself that Buffy had done what she could, that she was just a young woman trying to make choices in the world - that he was in the wrong for having left her when she needed him most - "Ah, Buffih, is there some new information about The First?"
Of course, he didn't really expect there to be any useful material. Not only was Buffy too impulsive to study and glean new information from the as yet inscrutable texts they had studied for weeks, but she never had anything important to say whenever she used that tone. It was always about a social event or boyfriend or some such frivolous nonsense.
Buffy's expression softened in response to the imploring and caring look in Giles' eyes. She sighed inwardly, for she missed having someone to talk to, to turn to. But those days were long gone, now what she needed was people to trust her judgement, follow her lead, and bring her non-fat yogurts.
"Giles," Buffy began tentatively, "I-I-I-I just don't understand why you, you know, walked out. I-I-I-I-I-I mean, I g-guess you were busy, doing - research."
The Slayer pursed her lips together, suddenly feeling like the fifteen-year old child she'd been when she first met Giles. She felt insecure, lost, and needing his approval.
"I-I-I mean, y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-ou don't think I was missing anything in my presentation, do you?"
Giles sighed, and pulled out his glasses to clean them. He loved Buffy, but she was so self involved that he didn't know whether it would be worse to tell her the truth and have her moping around the house for days about how she was useless and misleading, or lie to her and spare everyone else the one fate worse than listening to her well-intetioned, but godawful speeches: her self-pitying tirades.
"Buffih," Giles said with his best evocation of Yoda from Star Wars, "You must learn to trust in yourself. I can't always be hear for you, Buffih. Anyone of us, at any time, could be called to the next world.-"
"Hey, is the next world without shrimp?", Buffy chimed in suddenly before she registered Giles' blank stare and backpeddaled, "sorry."
"In this world, Buffih, you are the champion...of this world, " Giles continued, not sure what more poetically versed encouragement he could give a clearly dejected Slayer.
Suddenly, it came to him.
"You are the champion, Buffih, look at me, YOU are the champion. In this fight, there is no place for losers because YOU are the champion!"
Buffy smiled at her ex-Watcher. He was so naive for a man of his years, and yet she didn't take any thrill in allowing him to see the truth of her uncertainty. She just couldn't hold it in any longer. She needed someone. She needed a Watcher. Her Watcher.
Buffy sat down beside Giles on the bed and let it all spill out.
"Great, champion. That's me", she said with sarcastic cheer, " champion Buffy. All I ever wanted was to be a normal girl, not have the weight of the world on my shoulders. It just seems like there's nothing worth fighting for if everyone leaves."
Touched by his ex-Slayer's sadness, Giles looked deep into Buffy's limpid, blue, disheartened eyes and said with utter conviction, "I'm here."
Buffy turned away, not able to bear Giles' attempt at cheering her up or restoring her strength. Because she knew that whatever uplifting words he could offer, in the end she was right. It was all a lie.
"Giles, that's... I'm sorry. But - you're here now, but for how long? Dad left, mom left, you left....Angel left. Twice. I-I-I-I-I don't mean it l-l-l-like, you know, a boyfriend - lover - whatever, I-I just wish he was here now. I miss his strength."
Giles' eyes regained the hardness. The feelings he'd long suppressed while serving as Buffy's active Watcher spread through him again, and the frail dam of his emotional river finally broke.
"I'm sorry, Buffih," Giles said, standing and walking to the door, " but I'm tired. And I'm not in the mood to listen to your self pitying tirades anymore. Fuck Angel. "
Buffy's eyes widened at the language her former Watcher was using.
"My love is gone now. And it's not your fault that Angelus killed her, but it's your fault that she died. You just blather on like a twit all day. But then again," Giles continued with an angry giggle, "I couldn't really expect anything else, could it? I was surprised when Willow took the dark arts to hand. But I must say that I am not at all shocked to see you are still a dangerous force, at times either incapable or just unworthy of carrying the Sacred duty of the Slayer. Please leave."
Buffy looked at Giles in shock, pain - then anger. She pulled herself off the bed stiffly and walked past him without a word. He was always disappointed with her, and although he would never admit to it, the real reason he had left was because of Jenny's death. She knew with the small slights and allusions over the years that, while he cared for her and loved her, he would never forgive her.
And that wasn't her problem. Giles was a threat to the mission. He was bringing disharmony among the ranks and pulling everyone down with his emotional baggage, a soap opera luxury they couldn't afford right now. She would see to it that he left quietly tomorrow. But first, she had to go out and kill something; if she turned around and dealt with Giles now, he was liable to get hurt.
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Hours and punches passed, and the Slayer took out her fury and frustration on several unfortunate vampires. Meanwhile, Giles slept. At first he'd attempted to continue his exploration of the Qin dynasty's forshadowing of Socrates' works. But when he realized that he'd read the same passage for the past fifteen minutes, Rupert had put the book aside and closed his eyes, willing sleep to come. Maybe he could forget about Buffy and maybe he could even forget about Jenny. He had to, at least for now. The world outside and the Potentials below depended on him and the others; Willow, Xander, Dawn, and - Gods , even Anya, bless her self-involved but unpretentious soul. They were the only ones who could prep the active Slayer for the fight that was to come. If he could have been assured of a home to go TO, Giles would have taken the first flight out, with the S.I.T.s in tow. But it was clear that what happed in the next few weeks would determine whether he spent his life moping over Jenny or - or nothing. No existence. No one to keep her alive in memory. So Giles closed his eyes and almost immediately fell into a long dreamless sleep.
Buffy walked home covered in vampire blood from a particularly brutal fighting session. She plodded along with a slight lim, and a satisfied smile. She was bruised and beaten, and she'd had fun. Two fledgelings who had risen fresh from their graves.
Their Sire had taken cover at seeing the Slayer; as he'd left the scene of his fledgeling's birth, leaving them to fend for their relatively defenseless selves against an angry and skilled Slayer, he wondered why she never dyed her hair. She was so easy to pick out, a target with her fair hair that attracted her primal enemies. And yet, most who knew her face didn't seek her out. She had done her share of killing and proved her formidable skill and ability to survive - almost as an afterthought to her hideous fashion sense. From behind, Cletus heard the sound of his flegelings beggin for their lives as Buffy played with them, unsure she would get another chance to make any other kill that night. As he walked off in search of potential minions, he muttered to himself under his breath that if a fashion magazine told her to, she'd wear a cat strapped to her feet.
Buffy played with the fledgeling nosferatu, knowing that she might not get another chance to release her violence again tonight. The First had been quiet for weeks now, and the streets were, temporarily, safe for mortals. The Blonde Slayer traded blows for a while with the two plucky youngsters, making them think they had a chance. After a while she tired of this and began fighting in earnest. The vampires fought harder in response, but to no avail. After a short while, it became apparent that they'd been had, and the pair - brothers turned by a well-meaning but ultimately uncaring and soulless uncle - tried desperately to divert the Slayer's attention to themselves in order to let the other get away.
She recognized the family resemblance and would have none of it. The Slayer quickly jammed a thick wooden stake into the heart of the first vampire before sliding it deep into the gut of the second, just as the first exploded behind her.
"Oops", she said with a small smirk as the second vampire flailed in agony and tried to remove the offending wood from his spleen.
She would tell herself it was an accident as she walked home later, but she knew it was a lie meant only to ease her conscience and keep her from displaying this cruelty in front of the S.I.T.s. She may be vicious after having living through her seven active years as Slayer, but the S.I.T. s didn't have to know about it. Buffy felt less and less qualms of conscience over her outright cruelty to her natural enemies, and yet she somehow felt the S.I.T.s should remain pure, like she had been before all of this. She didn't know why.
Buffy removed the stake slowly, twisting it as she went. Then she jammed it straight into the nosferatu's heart, staring him in the eyes as she said with a perky smile, "Next time you think of fucking with some young girl, better liver alone!"*
The vampire faded into dust without smiling and Buffy's shoulders slumped forward as she sighed. Just another vampire who would never be able to appreciate her clever puns. No one would. In the end she was always alone.
"Don't you get it," Buffy said to no one in particular as she continued her patrol through the cemetary, "LIVER alone, get it? Cause I hit ... oh, whatever. I've got to watch better horror movies than shitty fuckin' Scream. And what's up with part 2, " the Slayer muttered as she walked along, temporarily sated by a nice spot of violence, "is that fame whore Sarah Bitchelle Gellar in EVERYTHING?!"
One hour, two sweeps, three vampires and one turkey faced, machete-armed being later, Buffy was ready to turn home. And that's when he came. Out of the shadows, a hooded figure stepped.
"Another Bringer", Buffy muttered to herself as she darted her eyes quickly in either direction to make sure no unwarranted surprises would interfere with her taking out the trash.
When she saw the surrounding area was clean, the ex-cheerleader drop kicked the robed figure so hard that his entire body fell back. He recoverd quickly, however, and faced Buffy in a fighting stance within an instant.
Buffy froze. All of the Bringers so far had been human. The hood this one wore had fallen back when she'd drop kicked him. And though he recovered, his hood had fallen behind him. Now he stood, blind and yet seeing, in vampire face.
"What the f-"
"I am the one," the Bringer said, before he smiled and lunged at Buffy.
The pair fought viciously. Viciously. During the entire fight, the Vampire Bringer held so much strength as to be unaffected by Buffy's blows; he recovered with lightning speed and would return the damage to a Slayer who was not infused with such strength or skill.
But finally, Buffy ended it. She crawled to the Bringer on hands and knees, thighs aching and arms bruised. Her muscles screamed from overexertion and damage. With her last ounce of strength, she sprang to her feet and brought her thick, oddly phallic stake through the vampire's chest. He didn't struggle. Instead, he smiled.
"I play too, understand?", the blind vampire said, still smiling, as he exploded into red points of light.
Buffy stood still for a moment, seeing nothing but the corneal imprint of red light, which appeared to her recovering eyes as a fading flash of green. After seven long years and one mighty death wish - she still didn't want to die. She needed to speak to Giles.
And as Buffy walked up the steps of the Summers homestead, she sighed in good natured exasperation. So she wouldn't be able to give Giles the boot tomorrow, she would get over it. In the meantime, maybe he would stay out of sight and keep busy with studying instead of bringing confusion and anarchy her makeshift army.
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Giles dreamed long and deep for many hours. His psyche took repose from the Warrior he had created and failed to protect, from the red haired daughter he'd never had, and the undeclared son who was now forever mutilated. To the casual observer, Rupert Giles would have appeared dead, for so still was his form. The Watcher was not one to snore, and the eyelids that would usuallly twitch with REM activity were now still as the dearly departed. Still as Jenny's had been when he'd found her.
"Rupert?"
Suddenly a light came out of the murky abyss, glowing and yellow like a sunrise over the ocean. She was in front of him.
"Jenny," Giles whispered, blinking his eyes several times.
He wanted desperately to believe it was her, yet he would rather die than be tricked for a moment only to lose her once again.
"Rupert, it's me," Jenny assured him, tilting her head with amused eyes, "no tricks, see?"
And with that the dead cyberpagan held up her hands as if to show that there were no levers and pulleys attached to her. Giles stared at her hands - long, slender, silky - for a long moment, as his eyes welled up with tears. He'd missed her hands. Druscilla had not been able ot get them 'right' during her manipulation of his mind, and now he was faced once again with the beautiful instruments of his lost love.
Without thinking, Giles reached out and took one of Jenny's beautiful hands and brought it to his lips. His lips caressed the silken skin which he had missed so long. Ripper's tongue slid out and brought one of her fingers to his lips before he sucked it deep into his mouth, never breaking eye contact with his dead lover.
Jenny's eyes became hooded with passion and arousal as the man before her suckled her middle finger. Then the brunette vision reached in, grabbed the watcher's tie and and brought him face to face with her.
"I love you Rupert Giles", she said, her eyes misting over with arousal and emotion.
"But Jenny-", Giles began uncertainly, wanting to be sure, "how-"
Jenny cut the babbling librarian off and said with passion, "I don't know how. Babe, I'm dead, but, I still don't know everything - it's not like when you go to the other side you get an instruction manual."
The pair laughed, and soon their laughter turned to tears of joy.
"Hey, babe, " Jenny said, "don't cry," before leaning forward and gently licking the salty tears from his cheeks.
Giles stared at the beautiful Pagan before him, still uncertain - and then someting broke in him. This might be the last time he and Jenny were ever together in either this life or the existence beyond it.
He leaned in and kissed the Gypsy Goddess with passion, pulling her close to him with lust and longing. The two tore at each other's clothes in mad passion until they were each naked. Then they devoured one another with long denied lust.
"Giles," the Jenny moaned as the modern geek -entrapped descendant of ancient Brittanian warriors kissed her body with wild abandon. No part of her went untouched by his tongue or hands and by the time he was ready to enter her, Jenny writhed beneath him in all-consuming desire.
"Oooh," Jenny moaned, her unseeing, pleasure-loaded vision suddenly coming to focus on the man above her.
Tears of emotion slid from her beautiful eyes when she implored her love, "Giles, please... make love to me now. Please."
Her words made his not inconsiderable shaft grow larger and harder still, and without taking his eyes away from her gaze, he entered her at once. Jenny gasped as she arched into the penetration. The couple stared into each other's eyes for an eternal moment. Then Giles began to thrust, slowly at first, into his lady love. Giles went slowly for as long as he could, wanting it to last, but finally at Jenny's urging and his own impatient lust, his thrusts became quicker.
"Harder, baby, please," the dead Gypsy implored him, and soon the paired were fucking hard enough to bang the oak headboard against the unfinished wooden side paneling.
Giles thrust into Jenny with ferocity, and the air was filled with the smell of sex and the sounds of their primal sounds. Suddenly, he felt her pussy spasming around him. The look in her eyes as she came let him know how much he'd pleasured her. Without warning, his own orgasm came, and he flooded her accepting womb with his deathly fated seed.
He rested upon her for a long moment, and then looked up into her eyes.
A curiously alien hatred vined itself inside the pit of the ex-Watcher. Without apology, Giles dressed quickly and gathered his things. He did this with hatred, with emotion and without remorse. Then he walked to the nighttable and scribbled onto a notepad before ripping the small page out of the book.
He walked menacingly to the woman before him, now crying in fear, looking up at him in pain.
"Giles?", she asked uncertainly, before he stuffed the paper into her mouth with sickening mercilessness.
Then the ex-watcher took his lone suitcase and walked down the stairs of the Summers home and into the night.
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Buffy winced in pain as she opened the back door of the Summers homestead; even her wrists ached after the fall-down, kick-out brawls she'd had tonight, but it was worth it.
"Hey," Dawn called out from the living room, "Is that you, Buffy?"
Buffy rolled her eyes before replying, "Yeah, whatever. It's me. Who else would it be?"
Annoyance tinted the Slayer's voice.
"Whatever!", Dawn responded with agitation, " I just wanted to be sure it was you and not some spine-eating demon!"
Buffy sighed. Her sister could be a bit claustrophobic at times. The blonde Slayer would understand if they lived in a normal home, but over at the Summers house it was wordlessly acknowledged that if the door broke, it was a demon, and if it was three in the morning and quiet it was Buffy. It was just that simple.
Just another night of Slayer activities to commemorate my uncelebrated 22nd birthday, Buffy sighed. The Slayer was non-plussed about foregoing a celebration. But she had decided that since gut wrenching misery and horror were the only constants in her anniversaries, it would be best to leave it out this year. Truthfully, however, the Slayer wasn't really upset tonight, for things were good- or at least as good as could be expected under the circumstances. Giles was leaving, Spike had a soul and the sexually innactive Slayer had just gotten the biggest release she'd had all month.
Buffy walked past her sister without seeing her and asked half-heartedly, "What are you doing up at three in the morning?"
But she didn't really care, and as Dawn replied, "I keep having nightmares about that Ubervamp you killed," Buffy calmly walked up the steps to Giles' attic room.
"That's cool, I don't mind, " Buffy said behind her, as she considered whether or not the ex-Watcher would be up all night in some boring ancient history cloth-bound volume once she told him about her little encounter with the demon Bringer.
Once at the top of the stairs and outside the attic, Buffy stopped momentarily to catch her breath. I thought being a Slayer was supposed to protect you from these human frailties, the Slayer thought as she panted. I wonder if you can join a tribe and pierce something or cut something off and it makes you run faster and catch your breath quicker... man, that workout must have really knocked me out.
Smiling at the thought of her Slayer activities tonight, Buffy knocked lightly on the door to give Giles a chance to cover himself if he was 'indecent'. Then she barged in, composing herself to represent power.
She would need to show Giles that being a member of the team was dependent on her approval, not his own choices. Hopefully he would pick up the slack and work non-stop on this new development before she could ask him to leave. After all, the sooner the oddity was figured out, the sooner he could hit the road and stop bringing her life unnecessary pain Who knew, maybe the new research topic would be good for him, and straighten him out.
Without pause, Buffy flipped on the corner light to reveal her sleeping ex-Watcher, laying on his back in the clothes he'd worn hours earlier. Buffy rolled her eyes heavenward and sighed; she'd never woken up Giles before, but if he was anything like the teenage girls currently invading her home, they would scream in rage first and ask questions later.
Buffy walked towards the sleeping British man and sat down on the edge of the bed. Perhaps it was the fact that it was three in the morning, or perhaps it was that seeing him sleep so peacefully reminded her of what they used to have. But she had the sudden, gripping urge to stare at him, to memorize his face for posterity. She knew why he would probably have to leave. But she would still miss him, his guidance, his stuffiness, his stupid name.
"Rupert," Buffy said quietly to no one in particular and smiled at the sound that was uniquely his.
Slowly Giles eyes opened before her, and with the spell broken, Buffy looked into them with coldness. She had had enough of bearing the burden of guilt, loves that could have been and a selfish, unhelpful old man who did exactly what his title suggested these days : he watched. In fact, he was watching her right now, and Buffy stared with disgusted fascination into his myopic grey eyes as they regained focus.
"Jenny," Rupert said, and Buffy saw the murderous fury that was in his eyes.
The pair stared into one another's unforgiving eyes, daring the other to make the next move. But Buffy's anger was mock bravado. Underneath it all, she was tired and just wanted to get this day over with. And yet, Giles' glare of fury told her that that was going to be impossible.
The Slayer threw her hands up in exasperation and rolled her eyes.
"Look - Giles, I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong, but it's not as if I was the only one who ever made mistakes, RIPPER", Buffy added pointedly before continuing, "It - it was five damn years ago. She's dead, can't you let it go? I let Angel and Riley go, and you know that wasn't easy for me," Buffy rolled her eyes as she continued, "My god, I was addicted to a soulless vampire, and eventually I got away from the pain I caused myself when I'd allow him to hurt me. And guess what? Even he got better; he has a soul now, and look at him. Spike's really changed, Giles, ok? Like, ACTUALLY changed. You should look into it."
Buffy looked at her ex-Watcher, hoping to get some reaction out of him - any reaction. At this point, it would be easier to get Willow to research the Bringer. Just as she was about to ask him to pack his bags and leave by morning, Giles reached out without warning and took Buffy's hand. Was it an apology? No. Buffy's former watcher brought her tiny hand to his lips, never taking his icy gaze from hers, and sucked her finger into his mouth.
For a moment, Buffy was frozen. She had been betrayed, expelled, orphaned and forced to wear Payless shoes. But nothing could have prepared her for what was occuring. And at that moment, she knew he was trying to humiliate her, to make her feel ashamed and afraid. Buffy found her strength and instantly jerked her hand back. Her expression set in a stony gaze and she blinked several times, holding in a rage that might kill the ex-Watcher if she freed it.
Then Buffy leaned in, grabbed Giles by the throat and said with deathly quiet, "Do that to me again and I will put you in a grave."
Giles' look of menace turned to confusion and then pain as he said weakly, "But Jenny... how -"
Buffy's lips curled into an expression of primal fury. She had spent too much time allowing this freak from a backwards culture time in her life. But she wondered if she could blame him now - after all, she'd found out on her eighteenth birthday what he was capable of.
"Get your shit and leave. Now. If you EVER come back here, Spike will kill you. And I'll let him," Buffy snarled with a deep fury.
When Giles laughed in her face, Buffy lost control and spat in his.
Giles smile faded and his expression grew blank. For a moment, he looked shocked. And then, the man who used to be her father figure leaned in and kissed her harshly. Buffy clenched her fists and sent a knockout punch to his jaw.
Unfortunately, it seemed to have little effect. The Slayer tried to fight back, but it was all she could do just to keep her clothes on. She clawed and tore at her former Watcher, all to no avail. Before long, Giles had torn her clothes off and stripped himself as well.
"Giles," Buffy pleaded uselessly as the man above her bit her left nipple, causing her to cry out in pain before he suckled it like it was giving him life. No part of Buffy's body went unravaged as Giles defiled her flesh in entirety with his mouth. Soon, the Slayer had stopped trying to fight offensively and simply settled for trying to wriggle away from the parts of her that Rupert kissed and licked. She also subtly began squirming in attempt to stop the unwanted wetness that was beginning to seep from her thighs. It scared her.
"Noooo", she moaned in despair as her unfocused eyes centered on the man above her who was responsible for her torment.
Tears of pain slid from her shining eyes as Buffy sobbed, "Giles, please... please stop doing this to me. I'm sorry about J e n n y, please stop."
Her sob had caught on Jenny's name.
Her begging only made her former Watcher's already sizeable penis harder. Unable to break Giles' piercing gaze, Buffy felt utter violation as she stared into his eyes, showing him her helplessness as his body forced hers into submission. Buffy's mouth opened in an 'o' of pain and surprise. Despite this, her body instinctively arched into the unnatural penetration.
Giles waited for a moment, and Buffy hoped that he might stop. Instead, he began to thrust slowly into her. As he penetrated her again and again, Buffy suffered a rape that seemed to last forever. The Slayer began again to beg him to stop, but Giles instead began to rape her faster.
"Ah-", Buffy gasped as the increasing speed awoke sleeping bruises from her earlier fighting.
As the rape mixed with the pain of bruises forced from fighting demon and watcher, Buffy arched her hips to meet Giles' thrusts. She didn't want to; it was the only way to lessen the pain. As he was fucking her hard and knocking her skull into the headboard, Buffy tried in any way to ease the hurt being caused by the man she'd looked up to and trusted.
Buffy suddenly began moaning, but not as a result of the pain which she'd kept mostly silent. She wanted desperately to drown out the sickening groans of the beast above her. His disgusting grunts filled the air, causing a sickening feeling to spread in the pit of her stomach. It grew until she froze suddenly, and felt her body release in orgasm. Buffy felt nothing, no pleasure, simply the genetically bred reaction that caused extra liquid to lubricate her rapist's cock. She panted, her eyes wide in shock and fear as the man above her moaned loudly and thrust into her one last time, filling her unwelcoming womb with thick spurts of warm English semen.
Rupert Giles lay still above Buffy. She stared at the ceiling, a small tear dripping from the corner of her eye - it was not unlike the expression she had worn when Angel had bitten her four years earlier. Then she felt him mercifully pull his weight off of hers, and the Slayer's eyes focused to anticipate new danger.
He looked at her for a moment before standing and dressing himself. Giles continued to gather up his things in a haphazard manner, throwing personal belongings into his suitcase. No words were spoken by either of them. Buffy watched silently, afraid to speak. When his things were arranged, Giles walked to the nighttable and quickly scribbled something on a piece of paper.
When Giles turned to look at her, Buffy prayed silently that he would just turn around, take his bag and leave. But instead, he walked menacingly toward her, and the disempowered Slayer unconsciously shrank back from him.
"Giles?", she asked uncertainly, before he stuffed the paper violently into her mouth with sickening mercilessness.
Then the ex-watcher took his lone suitcase and walked down the stairs of the Summers home and into the night.
Only at the first light, when she saw the sun would soon rise, did Buffy finally move. She reached over to her side where she had left the offending piece of paper, which she'd pulled from her mouth only after she'd heard her former Watcher slam the door behind him. Holding it in her hand, she wondered whether to open it. She wanted to burn it. But instead, she unfolded the crinkled note and brought it trembling to her reddened eyes. When she saw what it read, tears streamed once more from them.
"I know everything that you did, because you did it to me."
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Notes, the line "Next time you think of fucking with some young girl, better liver alone" is a split line.
the second half 'better liver alone' is from the movie Scream, said by Matthew Lillard's character in regards to a girl who's liver was found in the mailbox.
The FIRST line, however, is from a slightly more obscure movie, about a pack of renegade teenage girls. "Next time you think of fucking with some young girl" is said by Angelina Jolie's character "Margaret Ann Savodsky", aka "Legs", to a teacher who has been molesting his female students. The movie is called "Foxfire".