Who Wants to Live Forever? (Buffy/Highlander/Last Vampire)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
England 1860
Tut heard the sound of weeping from round the back of the house. He hurried back, afraid of what he might find. Drusilla had been hit hard by the collapse of the mine. She wouldn't tell him why, but he guessed it had something to do with the conversation she'd had with her mother afterward.
Sure enough, his fiance sat crying on a bench behind her house.
"Drusilla," Tut said softly, sitting down next to her, "What's wrong? Please tell me."
Drusilla looked at him sadly. Despite her plight, his mere presence was enough to cheer her up. "I can't." she said.
"Drusilla," Tut implored her, "We're to be married, you must trust me."
"I," she bear to look at him when she said it, "I can't marry you." Her eyes clenched shut as the tears returned.
"What?" Tut's face fell. "Why not? Drusilla tell me what's wrong! I deserve an explanation."
Taking a deep breath, Drusilla told him. The visions, the words her mother had spoken, leaving out only her visit to the confessional that morning, still not sure how to cope with what the
priest had told her.
"Drusilla." Tut said. "Do not take this the wrong way, but your mother is a fool."
Her mouth opened with shock. "How d-"
"Let me finish." he insisted. "It is not for your mother to judge what is an affront to God. That is for God to judge only. This gift, yes, Gift, is from God not the devil. It is true that you saw a horrible thing that came to pass, but you did not cause it. God grants us each special gifts. To you he gave beauty, virtue, intelligence, and now the power to warn of danger before it occurs. You are not wicked. You could never be wicked. God did not design you that way. You could never be anything but the wonderful, good woman who has stolen my heart."
Drusilla smiled in spite of herself. "Then, you still wish to marry me?" she asked tentatively.
"Yes," he answered absolutely, "I do. With all my heart and soul."
"Then I will marry you." the girl smiled. All thoughts of her mother and the priest leaving her mind. Tut leaned in and kissed her gently on the mouth.
"Kids, kids!" a familiar voice mocked them from the darkness. "Save some for the wedding night!"
Drusilla gasped, recognizing the voice of the priest from the confessional. Why had he followed her? Unless he wasn't a priest?
A monster stepped from the shadows. Once it had been human, but one look at the creatures face proved that it was no longer.
"Ra's eye!" Tut swore under his breath in spite of himself. “A Demon!"
"He's come to claim me because of my power!" Drucilla screamed.
Tut was as certain as ever that her power did not come from any devil, but perhaps it had come for her, to use her power for evil. But it would not. Not if he had anything to do about it.
"It shall not have you." Tut promised, rising to his feet and drawing his sword. "It will have to come through me first."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." the thing grinned.
"Drusilla get to the house." Tut ordered.
She tried to do just that, but suddenly two more monsters were in her way. They grabbed her and turned her back to the fight, forcing her to watch what came next.
Tut feinted with the sword, testing his opponent. He had not faced many Demons in his day, preferring to flee. But then, he had over a millennia of experience on his side.
But the thing was fast. It dodged all but one of his blows, which caught it across the chest. It hissed in pain, but suddenly, it grabbed the blade in it's hand and pulled the sword from his grasp. Tossing the weapon aside, it grabbed Tut by the throat.
"Now," Angelus said, "Tell me when it hurts."
Drusilla tried desperately to turn her head, or close her eyes, but her captors wouldn't let her. They forced her watch as the monster before her, tortured her beloved.
*****
Tut woke, gasping, in his coffin. He coughed, amazingly glad his ordeal was over. He'd been gutted, and flayed alive.
It took him some time to free himself from his grave. By the time he'd gotten out, and returned to Dru's home, it had been burned to the ground, and her family had been killed. He found out that she'd gone into a convent, and had later been killed.
Sunnydale, 1998
"Spike," the Vampire girl sang, entering with her burden, "Look what I've found."
"What's that you've got there Ducks?" Spike asked, sitting in his chair, reading an Anne Rice book. They just kept getting funnier. "Did you get take out?"
"Oh, he's not for eating." Dru smiled. "At least not yet."
"What'd you bring home this time?" Angel called from the loft. They were staying in another warehouse, this one nicer than the last one.
"I've brought an old friend home to play." she smiled. She set her prize down in a chair and began to tie it up.
Angel leaped down, curious. Had she captured one of Buffy's little friends? His widened in shock when he saw who it was in the chair. "The hell?!"
The Next Day
"You're absolutely sure of what you saw?" and Agitated Giles asked for the third time.
"I keep telling you yes." Willow said. "Me and Oz both saw it."
Giles sighed, removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Good lord, he thought, I just can't keep anything a secret anymore can I.
"You know what's going on don't you Giles." Buffy said. "Spill it."
"Yes, I'm afraid I do." The Watcher admitted. "It means that the murders of the past two nights were not in fact perpetrated by copycat killers, but by the original killers themselves."
There was silence in the room. Everyone waiting for him to continue. "You should know," Giles went on, "That much like in any Military organization, the Watcher Council occasionally classifies information on a need to know basis. And until just now, you did not need to know.
"Vampires and Demons are not the only forms of Immortal on earth." He went on to explain Immortals, and the Game.
"So, Tom is actually older than he looks." Cordelia guessed.
"Yes, quite a bit older. He is in actuality, over three thousand years old. His name is not really Thomas Kammen. It is Tutankhamen."
"King Tut?!" Willow exclaimed. "Tom is King Tut?"
Giles smiled slightly. "Yes Willow. That's exactly it."
"But wait a minute," Oz broke in, "It that guy is Tut, then who'd they find in his tomb?"
"We don't know." Giles told him. "Tut himself has no idea."
"So what you're telling us," Xander said, "Is that Jack The Ripper, Geoffrey Dahmer, Ted Bundy and The Boston Strangler are Immortal and loose in Sunnydale? Lock your doors tonight folks."
"That's not completely accurate." The librarian corrected him. "You see, The Boston Strangler, is not Immortal."
"Then who is it?" Buffy wanted to know.
"Most likely it is a man named Richard Ramirez."
"The guy who had no set M.O." Xander agreed. "That would make sense."
"Make sense?" Cordelia snorted. "Nothing in this town makes sense. And you really know too much about serial killers Xander."
"Okay," Buffy said. "Let's sum up. We had five, now four Immortal Serial Killers loose in Sunnydale. One is dead thanks to Tom, Tut, whatever his name is, after the bad guy attacked Willow. The others are still on the loose, and the only one who can find them is missing?"
"Missing?" Giles shot his head up. "What do you mean?"
"His girlfriend's looking all over for him." Oz told him. "He hasn't shown up for school."
Giles thought for a moment. "He may have simply left town." he said. "Perhaps he knew that he'd been seen by Willow and rather than let his secret get out, he left."
"Without telling his girlfriend?" Buffy asked dubiously. "Does that fit with his profile?"
"Actually no." Giles grudgingly agreed. "But there are still four of them left. He may be out searching for them."
"Tell me about the others. What do you guys know about them?"
"Not as much as we'd like." Giles answered. "There is a Watcher assigned to each Immortal, they record their actions, experiences and battles, but sworn never to interfere. But with Immortals as dangerous as these, well, volunteers are rather hard to come by.
"But we do know that they were banded together by Jack himself, and that they...tend to act in concert when faced with an Immortal."
Buffy had heard enough. She strode purposefully into the weapons closet, and exited with a sword.
"Buffy where are you going?"
"Tut may not be able to handle four on one. I'm gonna even the odds."
"Buffy you cannot interfere! The rules-"
"I'm not a Watcher, Giles." The Slayer interrupted. "I'm not Immortal either. Besides, four on one is against the rules too." With that, she left the library.
"How does she think she's going to get off school grounds in broad daylight with an un-concealed sword?" Oz asked.
*****
Angel sat on a chair facing his prisoner, waiting. Being patient was never his strong suit, but somehow he managed it.
Groaning, Tut came to. His head didn't hurt as it might have someone else, being an Immortal had it's advantages. He opened his eyes carefully, preparing himself for whatever he may see. He remembered seeing Drusilla alive, and also remembered that he hadn't sensed a Quickening. He opened his eyes.
"Ra's Eye!" he cursed. Sitting before him, was the same monster that had killed him before Drusilla’s eyes over a century ago.
"That's an interesting expression." it said. Though it no longer seemed appropriate. It's face no longer looked like that of a demon from hell, rather a handsome young man. What had happened? Every monster of this type he’d ever seen had that bumpy head thing going.
"What the hell are you?" Tut asked him.
Angel almost laughed. "You know I knew you were going to ask me that. I guess I'll tell you. I'm a Vampire." He was expecting many things, fear, disbelief even. But not laughter.
"Nice try." the Immortal said. "But I've lived with a Vampire, talked to one. Had my blood drunk by one. And you sir, are no Vampire." Actually he had once thought these things were indeed Vampires, given their thirst for blood. But he'd never really studied up on the subject, never spoken to one. Then when Sita had revealed herself as one, he'd dismissed this other species. Now he was just confused.
Angelus sat back. Pondering. "And what are you?" he asked. He wasn't sure how to convince the boy. After all, if he'd lived with a Vampire, and had fed one, he must know what they looked like when they fed. And he'd seen Angelus in his Demon face.
"I don't think I'm going to tell you that."
"Are you two getting along?" Drusilla whispered in Tut's ear. She'd crept up behind him, unseen. Circling to the front, she let him see her in all her demonic glory.
Despair and pity filled Tut's eyes, then fury. He glared at Angel. "I can forgive what you did to me. But for what you did to her, I'll kill you myself."
*****
Sita cursed, crouching in the alley. The scent was very clear. Tut, an unfamiliar scent, ozone, and a Dimishti. She guessed that Tut had fought an Immortal, won, then been captured while he recovered from the Quickening. She didn't like to think what they would do to him
if they discovered his powers.
"See something interesting?" Buffy asked from behind her, apparently thinking she'd snuck up on Sita.
Sita had of course smelled her a block away, further actually.
"As a matter of fact," Sita said. "No. But I certainly smell something very interesting." She stood, and pointed. "They went that way."
Buffy stood disbelieving for a moment. "I don't smell anything." She sniffed for a moment, and wrinkled her nose. "Nothing useful anyway."
"Yes well, you're only human."
"Oh? And what are you?"
"I'm a Vampire." She seemed to be quite free with that information these days. She'd have to watch that.
"Right." Buffy snorted. "Tell me another one. If you're a Vampire, how are you standing right in the middle of the sunlight?"
Before Buffy could blink, Sita had crossed the distance between them, grabbed her by the throat, and pinned her against the wall. "I'm not that kind of Vampire."
To be continued...
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
England 1860
Tut heard the sound of weeping from round the back of the house. He hurried back, afraid of what he might find. Drusilla had been hit hard by the collapse of the mine. She wouldn't tell him why, but he guessed it had something to do with the conversation she'd had with her mother afterward.
Sure enough, his fiance sat crying on a bench behind her house.
"Drusilla," Tut said softly, sitting down next to her, "What's wrong? Please tell me."
Drusilla looked at him sadly. Despite her plight, his mere presence was enough to cheer her up. "I can't." she said.
"Drusilla," Tut implored her, "We're to be married, you must trust me."
"I," she bear to look at him when she said it, "I can't marry you." Her eyes clenched shut as the tears returned.
"What?" Tut's face fell. "Why not? Drusilla tell me what's wrong! I deserve an explanation."
Taking a deep breath, Drusilla told him. The visions, the words her mother had spoken, leaving out only her visit to the confessional that morning, still not sure how to cope with what the
priest had told her.
"Drusilla." Tut said. "Do not take this the wrong way, but your mother is a fool."
Her mouth opened with shock. "How d-"
"Let me finish." he insisted. "It is not for your mother to judge what is an affront to God. That is for God to judge only. This gift, yes, Gift, is from God not the devil. It is true that you saw a horrible thing that came to pass, but you did not cause it. God grants us each special gifts. To you he gave beauty, virtue, intelligence, and now the power to warn of danger before it occurs. You are not wicked. You could never be wicked. God did not design you that way. You could never be anything but the wonderful, good woman who has stolen my heart."
Drusilla smiled in spite of herself. "Then, you still wish to marry me?" she asked tentatively.
"Yes," he answered absolutely, "I do. With all my heart and soul."
"Then I will marry you." the girl smiled. All thoughts of her mother and the priest leaving her mind. Tut leaned in and kissed her gently on the mouth.
"Kids, kids!" a familiar voice mocked them from the darkness. "Save some for the wedding night!"
Drusilla gasped, recognizing the voice of the priest from the confessional. Why had he followed her? Unless he wasn't a priest?
A monster stepped from the shadows. Once it had been human, but one look at the creatures face proved that it was no longer.
"Ra's eye!" Tut swore under his breath in spite of himself. “A Demon!"
"He's come to claim me because of my power!" Drucilla screamed.
Tut was as certain as ever that her power did not come from any devil, but perhaps it had come for her, to use her power for evil. But it would not. Not if he had anything to do about it.
"It shall not have you." Tut promised, rising to his feet and drawing his sword. "It will have to come through me first."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." the thing grinned.
"Drusilla get to the house." Tut ordered.
She tried to do just that, but suddenly two more monsters were in her way. They grabbed her and turned her back to the fight, forcing her to watch what came next.
Tut feinted with the sword, testing his opponent. He had not faced many Demons in his day, preferring to flee. But then, he had over a millennia of experience on his side.
But the thing was fast. It dodged all but one of his blows, which caught it across the chest. It hissed in pain, but suddenly, it grabbed the blade in it's hand and pulled the sword from his grasp. Tossing the weapon aside, it grabbed Tut by the throat.
"Now," Angelus said, "Tell me when it hurts."
Drusilla tried desperately to turn her head, or close her eyes, but her captors wouldn't let her. They forced her watch as the monster before her, tortured her beloved.
*****
Tut woke, gasping, in his coffin. He coughed, amazingly glad his ordeal was over. He'd been gutted, and flayed alive.
It took him some time to free himself from his grave. By the time he'd gotten out, and returned to Dru's home, it had been burned to the ground, and her family had been killed. He found out that she'd gone into a convent, and had later been killed.
Sunnydale, 1998
"Spike," the Vampire girl sang, entering with her burden, "Look what I've found."
"What's that you've got there Ducks?" Spike asked, sitting in his chair, reading an Anne Rice book. They just kept getting funnier. "Did you get take out?"
"Oh, he's not for eating." Dru smiled. "At least not yet."
"What'd you bring home this time?" Angel called from the loft. They were staying in another warehouse, this one nicer than the last one.
"I've brought an old friend home to play." she smiled. She set her prize down in a chair and began to tie it up.
Angel leaped down, curious. Had she captured one of Buffy's little friends? His widened in shock when he saw who it was in the chair. "The hell?!"
The Next Day
"You're absolutely sure of what you saw?" and Agitated Giles asked for the third time.
"I keep telling you yes." Willow said. "Me and Oz both saw it."
Giles sighed, removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Good lord, he thought, I just can't keep anything a secret anymore can I.
"You know what's going on don't you Giles." Buffy said. "Spill it."
"Yes, I'm afraid I do." The Watcher admitted. "It means that the murders of the past two nights were not in fact perpetrated by copycat killers, but by the original killers themselves."
There was silence in the room. Everyone waiting for him to continue. "You should know," Giles went on, "That much like in any Military organization, the Watcher Council occasionally classifies information on a need to know basis. And until just now, you did not need to know.
"Vampires and Demons are not the only forms of Immortal on earth." He went on to explain Immortals, and the Game.
"So, Tom is actually older than he looks." Cordelia guessed.
"Yes, quite a bit older. He is in actuality, over three thousand years old. His name is not really Thomas Kammen. It is Tutankhamen."
"King Tut?!" Willow exclaimed. "Tom is King Tut?"
Giles smiled slightly. "Yes Willow. That's exactly it."
"But wait a minute," Oz broke in, "It that guy is Tut, then who'd they find in his tomb?"
"We don't know." Giles told him. "Tut himself has no idea."
"So what you're telling us," Xander said, "Is that Jack The Ripper, Geoffrey Dahmer, Ted Bundy and The Boston Strangler are Immortal and loose in Sunnydale? Lock your doors tonight folks."
"That's not completely accurate." The librarian corrected him. "You see, The Boston Strangler, is not Immortal."
"Then who is it?" Buffy wanted to know.
"Most likely it is a man named Richard Ramirez."
"The guy who had no set M.O." Xander agreed. "That would make sense."
"Make sense?" Cordelia snorted. "Nothing in this town makes sense. And you really know too much about serial killers Xander."
"Okay," Buffy said. "Let's sum up. We had five, now four Immortal Serial Killers loose in Sunnydale. One is dead thanks to Tom, Tut, whatever his name is, after the bad guy attacked Willow. The others are still on the loose, and the only one who can find them is missing?"
"Missing?" Giles shot his head up. "What do you mean?"
"His girlfriend's looking all over for him." Oz told him. "He hasn't shown up for school."
Giles thought for a moment. "He may have simply left town." he said. "Perhaps he knew that he'd been seen by Willow and rather than let his secret get out, he left."
"Without telling his girlfriend?" Buffy asked dubiously. "Does that fit with his profile?"
"Actually no." Giles grudgingly agreed. "But there are still four of them left. He may be out searching for them."
"Tell me about the others. What do you guys know about them?"
"Not as much as we'd like." Giles answered. "There is a Watcher assigned to each Immortal, they record their actions, experiences and battles, but sworn never to interfere. But with Immortals as dangerous as these, well, volunteers are rather hard to come by.
"But we do know that they were banded together by Jack himself, and that they...tend to act in concert when faced with an Immortal."
Buffy had heard enough. She strode purposefully into the weapons closet, and exited with a sword.
"Buffy where are you going?"
"Tut may not be able to handle four on one. I'm gonna even the odds."
"Buffy you cannot interfere! The rules-"
"I'm not a Watcher, Giles." The Slayer interrupted. "I'm not Immortal either. Besides, four on one is against the rules too." With that, she left the library.
"How does she think she's going to get off school grounds in broad daylight with an un-concealed sword?" Oz asked.
*****
Angel sat on a chair facing his prisoner, waiting. Being patient was never his strong suit, but somehow he managed it.
Groaning, Tut came to. His head didn't hurt as it might have someone else, being an Immortal had it's advantages. He opened his eyes carefully, preparing himself for whatever he may see. He remembered seeing Drusilla alive, and also remembered that he hadn't sensed a Quickening. He opened his eyes.
"Ra's Eye!" he cursed. Sitting before him, was the same monster that had killed him before Drusilla’s eyes over a century ago.
"That's an interesting expression." it said. Though it no longer seemed appropriate. It's face no longer looked like that of a demon from hell, rather a handsome young man. What had happened? Every monster of this type he’d ever seen had that bumpy head thing going.
"What the hell are you?" Tut asked him.
Angel almost laughed. "You know I knew you were going to ask me that. I guess I'll tell you. I'm a Vampire." He was expecting many things, fear, disbelief even. But not laughter.
"Nice try." the Immortal said. "But I've lived with a Vampire, talked to one. Had my blood drunk by one. And you sir, are no Vampire." Actually he had once thought these things were indeed Vampires, given their thirst for blood. But he'd never really studied up on the subject, never spoken to one. Then when Sita had revealed herself as one, he'd dismissed this other species. Now he was just confused.
Angelus sat back. Pondering. "And what are you?" he asked. He wasn't sure how to convince the boy. After all, if he'd lived with a Vampire, and had fed one, he must know what they looked like when they fed. And he'd seen Angelus in his Demon face.
"I don't think I'm going to tell you that."
"Are you two getting along?" Drusilla whispered in Tut's ear. She'd crept up behind him, unseen. Circling to the front, she let him see her in all her demonic glory.
Despair and pity filled Tut's eyes, then fury. He glared at Angel. "I can forgive what you did to me. But for what you did to her, I'll kill you myself."
*****
Sita cursed, crouching in the alley. The scent was very clear. Tut, an unfamiliar scent, ozone, and a Dimishti. She guessed that Tut had fought an Immortal, won, then been captured while he recovered from the Quickening. She didn't like to think what they would do to him
if they discovered his powers.
"See something interesting?" Buffy asked from behind her, apparently thinking she'd snuck up on Sita.
Sita had of course smelled her a block away, further actually.
"As a matter of fact," Sita said. "No. But I certainly smell something very interesting." She stood, and pointed. "They went that way."
Buffy stood disbelieving for a moment. "I don't smell anything." She sniffed for a moment, and wrinkled her nose. "Nothing useful anyway."
"Yes well, you're only human."
"Oh? And what are you?"
"I'm a Vampire." She seemed to be quite free with that information these days. She'd have to watch that.
"Right." Buffy snorted. "Tell me another one. If you're a Vampire, how are you standing right in the middle of the sunlight?"
Before Buffy could blink, Sita had crossed the distance between them, grabbed her by the throat, and pinned her against the wall. "I'm not that kind of Vampire."
To be continued...