Someone Else Entirely 2/?
Title: Someone Else Entirely 2/?
Characters: Giles and OC
Rating: T
Setting: Any time within late season five to early season six; before Giles leaves.
Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine and belongs to its respectful owners.
Warnings: Nothing to cringe about except a bit of mild swearing.
A/N: Thanks ever so much to my loverly beta gilescandy. Without her, I'd probably be dead or cowering in a corner from trauma.
Also, this was originally to be posted on my original posting day, but I screwed up. I'm sorry if it made anyone's job any harder than it should be...
Night had stolen across the sky as he trundled along in his red little tramp, and the seemingly quaint ('ha') streets of little Sunnydale hummed an intimately quiet, dangerous song that only he and Willow seemed to hear.
Oh Willow, that sweet Wiccan with such determination. She had blossomed into a mature adult, no longer the small, mousy girl who had library sleepovers with whom she teasingly deemed her 'Stud Study Bud.' As happy as he was that all his Scoobies matured, there were times when he sorely missed the adolescent high school students that pranced about his flat.
He pulled up to a street side cafe that won the favor of his younger companions, parking his red tramp. He helped the other Slayer out of his car, seeing her still pale and fragile state. She smiled gratefully at his polite nature, following him inside the warm little coffee shop.
They seated themselves at a tall table with barstools for chairs, ordering tea and coffee.
Jamie felt the sweat forming on her forehead as her breathing laboured and throat itched. She stood, the stool's legs scratching the tile in protest, cupping a hand over her mouth as the room began to spin and her stomach began to twist. She darted for the lady's room, offering no explanation to the Watcher. Her feet felt heavy against the patterned tile and she pushed the door open with a heave.
She hovered over the sink, wondering what the hell was happening to her.
"This wasn't part of the job description," she murmured to herself, a shaking hand on her pallid forehead. She closed her eyes, pained."Talb must've missed a few words when translating the proph--"
If the door's creak behind her didn't alert her of a new presence, then the calloused and slender hands clamping her mouth definitely did.
She hissed as she felt the edge of something very, very sharp against her neck.
She kept her eyes closed, shivering in disgust at the smell of heady brandy and cigarettes.
"Listen, Sweetheart, I'm not here to slit any throats. I'm here because a certain gentleman wants you, and if you mention anything about it to your little buddy out there or put up a bit of a fight, I'm allowed a couple" she slid what felt like a dagger edge upward against Jamie's throat and to her cheek, red beads springing up in an even line, "accidents. So let's just be a good girlie, 'kay?"
Jamie opened her eyes to glare menacingly at the surprisingly small blonde with a buttery purr.
"And just where are we going?" she growled flatly.
"If I told you, that would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?"
The blonde pressed her blade a bit harder against jaw, making a threat she couldn't ignore.
Yet another demon she had to dispose of.
The Demon Slayer placed a sharp kick to the other's shin, grabbing the hand wielding the dagger as she span out of the deathly grasp. She sent the hand to the floor with a hard throw, the brute force toppling the assassin. Jamie placed her foot firmly over the white wrist and her right hand hard over its neck.
Not a vampire. No super strength or game face.
"Scream and I'll kill you. Who do you work for?"
The writhing thing stilled and hissed "No-one. I am my own!" she declared.
Jamie rolled her eyes and scooped her foot underneath the foot, moving upward so she caught it in her left hand. Her right hand stayed above the blonde's neck to keep her from standing. She placed her left foot on its captured and suspended arm and brought it down with a crack.
It let out a strangled screech in pain.
She grabbed the dagger laying on the floor when she noticed the edge shined a bit too brightly. She sniffed it. Poisoned. Of bloody course. Now she'd have to get disinfected.
"Let's try that again. Who do you work for?"
"I shall never betray my love!" it growled.
It has feelings? Not a vengeance demon.
She rolled her eyes. This one wasn't going to give her any answers. She broke both its legs, covering its mouth so it couldn't scream.
She hauled the one unbroken appendage over her shoulder and checked the cafe.
No-one but the Watcher checking his watch with a slightly raised eyebrow.
She dragged it out of the little girl's room.
"This one tried to kill me with a poisoned dagger, Watcher, so I broke both of its legs and its arm. I can't stake it; it hasn't the powers of a vengeance, the face of a Polygara, or the superhuman strength of a vampire. Although it does have the stupid of one," she snorted as she strode out, hoping none of the staff would see.
He stood quickly.
"So I take it you're feeling better?" he smirked.
"Much better, thank you."