Nov 20, 2006 23:14
I was fairly confident that my pursuit of Boris Reminger, the nazi-vamp in Hamburg had been successful. He said that he would be in Vienna tomorrow, and that was one very powerful ally that I wanted and needed to fight the remaining slayers, of which, Buffy Summers and the could-be-made evil Faith Lehane lived through the shooting of the other slayers, and were still alive, and two girls. Melissa Collier in Orlando, Florida and Jada Silver in Atlanta, Georgia had recently been chosen.
I needed Boris to fight them, and Spike and Angel, two useless pawns whom I tried to come with me on numerous occassions, with no success, but I knew that Boris wouldn't be enough. There was also the boy, Angel's son, who would soon come to realize his power. I regretted sending the now deceased Montauc after him, for had we left him alone, then he may never learn of his power. Angel might let him live safely. Still, if Montauc hadn't failed, then there would be no worry about Connor now.
Montauc failed and I needed powerful demons who were also legendary for their brainpower and tactics when it came to the art and strategy of a good kill, of which, there was nothing better. Boris was one of them, and I then went to London to meet with Fangdan Wood and Rory the rage Bronson, who were both three-hundred years old and between them, had killed nine slayers in their lives.
Fangdan and Rory received me well and enjoyed meeting me, but wanted no part in anything but their own lethal battles with the Lycans and Spider demons that occurred daily in England. I tried to convince them not to kill those other demons and that we should all come together, and I believed it was what sent me out of their plans. Killing a few slayers meant nothing to them, and neither of them seemed to have disdain for Angel and Spike, even if they had souls. The two of them never killed vampires and killing slayers wasn't what it used to be to them. They had war and evil in their hearts that didn't beat for the Spider demons and Lycans in London and Manchester and Birmingham, and had no time for my will. I would remember that when the world was mine, but I didn't hold it against them as I left and ended up in yet another palace. Zenking Xavier's majestic palace off of Montmartre overlooking the Seine and the Tour Eiffel adn the wretched sacre-couer cathedral.
I needed more then Boris. I still had Leonardo to visit, but I had to appeal to Xavier's detests. He hated Americans and slayers and would be a better version of a French killer, much better, then had Montauc. Buffy Summers, Faith Lehane, Melissa Collier, Jada Silver, Angel, Spike, Connor, Riley and the girl with the visions would be too formidable for just Boris, despite how capable that he was. They all had to be eliminated so that there could be no stopping Cleveland's hellmouth from erupting and bringing forth my glorious demons and true power and form to the Earth.
Melissa Collier and Jada Silver were particularly vulnerable and striking at them fatally before the vision woman, Cordelia Chase had another vision, was increasingly important. This Justin vampire, now with a soul, was a wildcard. I would look into infecting him with evil and controlling him, too.
Right now, it was about Xavier, the zenking vampire, who too had a Lycan problem, but had controlled it better then they had in England. I happened into his room, apst several members, underlings in his legion and found him plowing into a virgin girl, before eventually taking the blood from her neck. Ripper Giles had to make a good pitch. Xavier was needed.
He looked at me alarmed.
"Now, Xavier, that's what i want to see from you, except how would you like the girl on the other end to have slayer's blood in her system? I know that you haven't killed a slayer in a while, but while none of these girls are virgins, wouldn't you like too find out how four slayers living with slayer power at once would taste? Four slayers, Xavier. It's not supposed to be possible, but it's there..."
He looked at me, naked, getting off of the girl and grabbing a robe, with awe.
[Zenking Xavier]