“Faith, what can I do for you?” Giles' voice was all business. Faith was always amazed how Giles could shut off Ripper in a heartbeat and go back to his mild mannered watcher facade. Of course, he'd also dismissed her statement that she'd been a whore out of hand.
“I found some odd demons. They look human, don't feel anymore demonic than your run-of-the-mill were, but when you kill them, a lightning storm happens.” Faith stopped. “Are they a problem?”
“They look human, you say?” Faith could hear Giles shifting papers on his desk. At least there was no telltale squeak of glass cleaning.
“Yep. One of them knows you. Amanda Darieux?” The squeaking sound finally happened, along with an almost groan. “They give me a headache.”
“She's a thief. A very talented thief.” Giles gave a snort. “A friend from my Ripper days. I didn't know she was an Immortal, however.”
“Immortal? Like Buffy's boytoy?” Faith gave a snort. “He must not be very powerful because I never got much vibe off him.”
“Buffy's boytoy was a vampire – not an Immortal.” Faith heard the distinct note of disapproval in Giles' voice.
“He was a vamp? Really? Could've fooled me.”
“And obviously fooled Buffy as well. But that is neither here nor there. The true Immortals – not the sidhe or the non-demonic vampires like Antonio, appear fully human. They are raised human, and unless they die violently, they remain human and die as we all do. But should they experience a violent death, they awake a day or two later – I suspect that lightning show you saw was the end of a sword fight?”
“Yup. Connor whacked some cocky hunter – at least that's what Connor called him.” Faith groaned. “So I have joined the ranks of Buffy demon shagging?”
“You are involved with an Immortal?” Giles sounded surprised.
“Nah, this was years ago. Before Danny.” Faith choked a bit and covered with a cough. “I dragged Connor out of the alley and to my hotel. It was after dark and I didn't want to leave him to be vamp chow. Woke up the next morning, got a nice little ride for my troubles and we went our merry little ways.” Actually, she and Connor McLeod had exchanged phone numbers and met up for mutual pleasure every time Faith came to San Francisco until she met Danny a year later. They still met for beer and pizza when she was in town, but that was it. That, and Connor was helping her hone her sword skills.
“I see.” It was clear he didn't. Faith scowled to herself. More squeaking sounds passed through the phone lines. “Traditionally, the Watcher's Council has eliminated any Immortals they have come across. You can kill them as you would a human. They won't stay dead unless you remove their heads. However, nothing in the literature indicates that their immortality is demonic in nature, and other than their tendency to duel one another for some unknown purpose, they do not involve themselves in the mystical world or prey on normal humans. My recommendation would be to simply steer clear of Amanda. Unless you have anything of significant age or value on your person, she is unlikely to do any harm to you.”
“And the others?”
“The other what? Oh, this Connor you spoke of?” Giles sighed. “You haven't seen him in years, I certainly wouldn't bother to hunt him down simply to kill him. Immortals are few and far between; they do not socialize amongst themselves. You are unlikely to run across another in your lifetime.”
“So the other two Immortals here?” Faith felt an ache forming in her head. Looking out the door, she saw an immortal she hadn't seen yet. The man had dark hair pulled into a ponytail. “Damn. He's too fine to kill. Make that three. There's another one at my door.”