This can't be all I can do..
I sighed as I hung up the phone and turned back to Dawn. "I got his answering machine." I walked her back to the main waiting area and stood there. I circled around getting frustrated. "Damnit Giles! What a time to be having tea and crumpets." I rolled my eyes and rubbed my hands in my hair. We had been there all night. It was midnight and we were still here in the waiting room. I hadn't done serious 24/7 hospital time since Buffy was in there for the flu back in high school.
I leaned against the back wall and looked at Dawn. At the disbelief and hate in her eyes. I could see how much she wanted Warren dead and well, even though I hated to admit it. I did too. I wanted Warren to be beaten until he couldn't speak and then dragged across spikes. Rows and rows of soon to be bloodied spikes.
Next, they could just toss him into a brick wall. By then he would be dead and by then he would've paid for their deaths. Wait, can't think like this. Tara isn't dead yet. But Willow and Buffy are and he will pay for that!
I leaned into the wall more and slid down so my feet held my knees up and my head was resting on the wall. Tears stared slowly at first. Never changing pace but they were there. He would pay. I would make sure of it but Dawn...Dawn couldn't do it. I wouldn't let that be on her concsious. Me, I was a grown man. I would be able to live with it. That's it, as soon as Tara's awake...and NOT dead I'd leave Dawn here and go find the little shit head mysoginist.
I will find him, and he will die.
But not right away. There'd have to be torture involved and flames. Blunt objects too. Faith once ran me through the different elements of torture...the genres if you will. Blunt, sharp, hot, cold, and ... what was the third one?
A siren ran off outside and a woman was being wheeled into the emergency room. God damnit that siren was loud...loud. That was it. Sharp, blunt, hot, cold and loud. He'd get it alright.
I turned my gaze to the women in the room Buffy had been in. I wanted to scream out to them and tell them to leave her and work on Tara! But no more innocent lives had to be taken today. I knew that.
I watched as they ripped open her shirt and did something to keep her heart beating or something else life stabilizing. Then a catheter and a breathing machine. And in all that time no doctor ever looked at his watch to mark down the T.O.D. No, this women was alive. Saved because well, fuck it's HER! It's this random women that had to be saved instead of the Slayer!
Wait, the slayer. I looked at Dawn and finally wiped my tears away. Getting up I hobbled my way back to the pay phones not caring if Dawn followed. Buffy wasn't the only slayer out there. She hadn't been for a long time. There was another...
I picked up the phone and got the number for Faith's prison. Maybe, they'd let me talk to her, and maybe they'd give her the notice. But eventually I'd get to her. And she'd help me in the payback of Warren Mears.
"Hello?" I began. "I'm calling to speak with Faith. Yes, this, this is her lawyer." Fuck the truth. I waited by the phone as Dawn came up beside me. I put my finger to my lips as to quiet her down and waited for the other one. The salvaged Slayer.
[[Tagged to Faith and Dawn on the side]]
I leaned against the back wall and looked at Dawn. At the disbelief and hate in her eyes. I could see how much she wanted Warren dead and well, even though I hated to admit it. I did too. I wanted Warren to be beaten until he couldn't speak and then dragged across spikes. Rows and rows of soon to be bloodied spikes.
Next, they could just toss him into a brick wall. By then he would be dead and by then he would've paid for their deaths. Wait, can't think like this. Tara isn't dead yet. But Willow and Buffy are and he will pay for that!
I leaned into the wall more and slid down so my feet held my knees up and my head was resting on the wall. Tears stared slowly at first. Never changing pace but they were there. He would pay. I would make sure of it but Dawn...Dawn couldn't do it. I wouldn't let that be on her concsious. Me, I was a grown man. I would be able to live with it. That's it, as soon as Tara's awake...and NOT dead I'd leave Dawn here and go find the little shit head mysoginist.
I will find him, and he will die.
But not right away. There'd have to be torture involved and flames. Blunt objects too. Faith once ran me through the different elements of torture...the genres if you will. Blunt, sharp, hot, cold, and ... what was the third one?
A siren ran off outside and a woman was being wheeled into the emergency room. God damnit that siren was loud...loud. That was it. Sharp, blunt, hot, cold and loud. He'd get it alright.
I turned my gaze to the women in the room Buffy had been in. I wanted to scream out to them and tell them to leave her and work on Tara! But no more innocent lives had to be taken today. I knew that.
I watched as they ripped open her shirt and did something to keep her heart beating or something else life stabilizing. Then a catheter and a breathing machine. And in all that time no doctor ever looked at his watch to mark down the T.O.D. No, this women was alive. Saved because well, fuck it's HER! It's this random women that had to be saved instead of the Slayer!
Wait, the slayer. I looked at Dawn and finally wiped my tears away. Getting up I hobbled my way back to the pay phones not caring if Dawn followed. Buffy wasn't the only slayer out there. She hadn't been for a long time. There was another...
I picked up the phone and got the number for Faith's prison. Maybe, they'd let me talk to her, and maybe they'd give her the notice. But eventually I'd get to her. And she'd help me in the payback of Warren Mears.
"Hello?" I began. "I'm calling to speak with Faith. Yes, this, this is her lawyer." Fuck the truth. I waited by the phone as Dawn came up beside me. I put my finger to my lips as to quiet her down and waited for the other one. The salvaged Slayer.
[[Tagged to Faith and Dawn on the side]]