Nov 02, 2006 12:18
This had been a crazy night. There was no otha way to look at it. How often does it happen that a deranged slayer that nobody knew about, breaks out of her cell and starts killin’ people? That is somethin’ not normal. Throw into the mix that two vampires wit souls were here, but to her, they were just the enemy, and that one of those vamps, Spike, she really thought was her enemy and when all was said and done, she had chopped his hands off and was probably like a minute from makin’ Spike a dusty memory.
Angel, Wes, Fred and I got there on time, and managed to tranq the girl with enough drugs to knock her unconscious for like a week, but before we could even form the plan for holdin’ her and tryin’ to get her better, Andrew, the little runt of a watcher from England, double-crosses us and has an army of vampire slayers to take the girl back to where she really belonged, with the rest of the slayers and their council in England.
Of course, Fred and I weren’t in on that, because we had been too busy gettin’ Spike’s hands in a bag and then on ice, getting’ an ambulance in place and settin’ up some emergency surgery at the firm for Spike, to save his hands. We knew that we needed Spike around, now that he was corporeal, because someone that strong in this city was a plus, and if his hands didn’t work, then he may as well have stayed a ghost. The surgery team at the firm had cadavers set in place, hands that could be put onto Spike’s arms, but Fred went off, and we all remembered Lindsey is his gettin’ an evil hand, or all of us but Fred remembered and we had told her about it later on. Fred was so cool when she was angry and takin’ charge and though I had my connections, for some reason, I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t rememba numbers or people’s names. I must have just been tired.
Then, we oversee the surgery and Wesley returns from bein’ with Angel, telling us that Angel got called away somewhere and then just sort of cryptically left, even though he was angry, accordin’ to Wes, about the slayer-bullyin’ and lettin’ Dana leave the City. Wesley, angry, decides to call the Council, except that when we did, when he did, there were strangely no answers and the signal was like dead. Fred, Wes and I talked about how Giles didn’t trust us anymore because we were here and it bothered Wes. He used to be a watcher, so to me, it made perfect sense, even though Wesley wanted to strike back against Giles in some non-violent way to see who had the biggest muscles at this point. Fred and I talked him down and told him that this Giles would definitely believe that we were evil if we went off on him, and we were all on the same side, besides. Wesley eventually cooled down, except that he received a phone call, flipped his phone up and started pacin’ around the room.
He mentioned that the call was from England, but then, he just sort of had a blank look on his face and didn’t say much of anything to us. Fred walked towards him, pryin’ for information. If anyone could get it out of him, it was her, although I was havin’ a hard time exceptin’ why he wouldn’t just tell us what was up, unless it was somethin’ bad.
Fred managed to finagle from him that the call had been from one of his contacts in London. But, he didn’t elaborate further. I watched on as Fred got closer to him, freaked out, to say the least, but not because Fred and Wesley had become closa.
[Fred and Wes]