The Summer After. 1/6. Angel, Spike, Illyria, Giles.
I promised to post some fic here, and since it's now the Easter holidays and I have some spare time I figured now might be a good time. This is one of my earliest stories, but I'm still very fond of it. I hope you like. And lots of thank you's to the mods for setting up and running this place! :)
Title: The Summer After
Author: elisi.
Summary: A few weeks post-NFA Giles meets some old acquaintances. But where do their loyalties lie these days? And what exactly do they want with Giles?
Rating: PG I guess.
Chapter 1
London, England
He never saw it coming.
The cold, hard fist hit him squarely on the jaw, leaving him sprawled on the well-tended grass of the cemetery.
Looking up through the pain, he saw two inky-black shadows hovering over him. Pale faces with cold, hard eyes watched him unemotionally, and he shivered.
The blonde spoke first, his voice low and dangerous. “Hello, Rupert.”
When the Watcher got to his feet, the dark-haired one casually produced a large sword and held it up in the dim light. “You know, I killed a dragon with this,” he remarked. And then he smiled a small smile that flung open long sealed memories...
A minion was tying him to a chair. “Shall I gag him?” Angelus, examining the edge of a knife, absentmindedly replied. "No gag. I want to hear him scream!"
And then he had looked straight at him and smiled that exact same smile.
It couldn’t be - could it?
***
I have to stall them. I have to distract them somehow... the Slayers should be here any moment... “So, why are you here?”
Spike shrugged. “Needed a holiday. And our Blue Glory has never been to England - at least not within a few millennia.”
Giles noted the name - Glory - but why ‘blue’? And were they really here with a hellgod? Of course Angel now worked for Wolfram and Hart....
Trying to sound casual, he replied. “So you’re not alone?”
Angel (Angelus?), replacing the sword in it’s scabbard, answered. “Just because we’ve lost all our friends, doesn’t mean that we’re alone.”
They had lost all their friends? But what could have caused such a thing - Andrew had described Angel’s friends as very loyal... unless....
Going on the evidence in front of him - could they have lost their souls? But how was that possible? Buffy had told him that Spike’s soul had not been a curse... so it stood to reason that he could not lose it. His head began to hurt with more than the pain of the recent punch.
Then he heard the voices of his Slayers in the distance and relaxed.
The vampires - obviously picking up on the approaching voices too - looked at each other with something that looked like amusement. Turning back to Giles, Spike spoke again. “You don’t honestly think they’ll be able to kill us, do you?”
Giles looked at him levelly. “I’m hoping it won’t come to that - I don’t know how you lost your souls -”
He stopped at the look on their faces.
“What makes you think we lost our souls, Rupert?” Spike asked, his voice more menacing than Giles could ever recall. “After all, you don’t need to be soulless to be a murderer, do you?”
The man was shocked into silence.
Spike smiled. “You never told Buffy how Ben died, did you Rupert?”
Giles involuntarily swallowed.
“See, we’re all part of the same exclusive club. And we’re as souled as you, Watcher. But all our friends were murdered, the girl we love is fooling around with the bloody Immortal and we’re being hunted down by the Senior Partners of Wolfram and Hart like animals. So excuse us for our lack of manners.”
At that moment the group of Slayers arrived.
Go to Chapter 2.
Title: The Summer After
Author: elisi.
Summary: A few weeks post-NFA Giles meets some old acquaintances. But where do their loyalties lie these days? And what exactly do they want with Giles?
Rating: PG I guess.
Chapter 1
London, England
He never saw it coming.
The cold, hard fist hit him squarely on the jaw, leaving him sprawled on the well-tended grass of the cemetery.
Looking up through the pain, he saw two inky-black shadows hovering over him. Pale faces with cold, hard eyes watched him unemotionally, and he shivered.
The blonde spoke first, his voice low and dangerous. “Hello, Rupert.”
When the Watcher got to his feet, the dark-haired one casually produced a large sword and held it up in the dim light. “You know, I killed a dragon with this,” he remarked. And then he smiled a small smile that flung open long sealed memories...
A minion was tying him to a chair. “Shall I gag him?” Angelus, examining the edge of a knife, absentmindedly replied. "No gag. I want to hear him scream!"
And then he had looked straight at him and smiled that exact same smile.
It couldn’t be - could it?
***
I have to stall them. I have to distract them somehow... the Slayers should be here any moment... “So, why are you here?”
Spike shrugged. “Needed a holiday. And our Blue Glory has never been to England - at least not within a few millennia.”
Giles noted the name - Glory - but why ‘blue’? And were they really here with a hellgod? Of course Angel now worked for Wolfram and Hart....
Trying to sound casual, he replied. “So you’re not alone?”
Angel (Angelus?), replacing the sword in it’s scabbard, answered. “Just because we’ve lost all our friends, doesn’t mean that we’re alone.”
They had lost all their friends? But what could have caused such a thing - Andrew had described Angel’s friends as very loyal... unless....
Going on the evidence in front of him - could they have lost their souls? But how was that possible? Buffy had told him that Spike’s soul had not been a curse... so it stood to reason that he could not lose it. His head began to hurt with more than the pain of the recent punch.
Then he heard the voices of his Slayers in the distance and relaxed.
The vampires - obviously picking up on the approaching voices too - looked at each other with something that looked like amusement. Turning back to Giles, Spike spoke again. “You don’t honestly think they’ll be able to kill us, do you?”
Giles looked at him levelly. “I’m hoping it won’t come to that - I don’t know how you lost your souls -”
He stopped at the look on their faces.
“What makes you think we lost our souls, Rupert?” Spike asked, his voice more menacing than Giles could ever recall. “After all, you don’t need to be soulless to be a murderer, do you?”
The man was shocked into silence.
Spike smiled. “You never told Buffy how Ben died, did you Rupert?”
Giles involuntarily swallowed.
“See, we’re all part of the same exclusive club. And we’re as souled as you, Watcher. But all our friends were murdered, the girl we love is fooling around with the bloody Immortal and we’re being hunted down by the Senior Partners of Wolfram and Hart like animals. So excuse us for our lack of manners.”
At that moment the group of Slayers arrived.
Go to Chapter 2.