In which a Slayer Gets Rather Angry
Buffy snarled, lashing out at the unfortunate fledgling in her path. He wasn't putting up enough of a fight to exorcise her irritation. With a frustrated growl, she just staked it and plopped onto a tombstone.
"It's not like I don't understand," she reasoned out loud. "He's always wanted powers like me, even more after Willow started casting. But an Immortal? One that's not a vampire?"
She got up and started pacing, then, realizing that that was just a little counter-productive, she started stalking toward another corner of the cemetery. Unaware, or just unconcerned, that she was giving away her approach, she continued talking to herself.
"I know he just wants to impress me, but I don't like Xander like that. He's a good friend, but sooo not boyfriend material. Huh," she looked around at the ground. Demon bodies and dust where in a semi-circle around a group of paramedics carting away a body.
"What about those?" one of them asked, gesturing to the demon remains. One of the others shuttered.
"Not our department," he said. "This town has happily stumbled over such things without noticing for this long, and for all we know, there is some sort of demon carrion-eaters that will have them gone by morning."
The others agreed emphatically, and Buffy couldn't resist stepping forward.
"Like, hey, what happened?" she asked, in what she thought was a convincing air-head cheerleader act.
The paramedics exchanged a look. That's when Buffy noticed they weren't wearing the right uniforms and the ambulance wasn't for Sunnydale Community Hospital.
"There has been an unfortunate slaying," the leaderish one replied. "You shouldn't be out alone, young lady."
"A slaying? Like a murder? Or an animal attack?" She made her eyes go wide, trying to get a glimpse of the body. If she wasn't mistaken, the head was separate from the rest. Ew. "I'm going home, that's just creepy."
And with that, she flounced away. Yup, I could act, she told herself.
Jason Browne looked at his superior as the blonde practically skipped away.
"That would have been more convincing if she were fourteen."
Maximilian Maxwell (thanks alot, dad) shrugged.
"The Slayer isn't exactly known for her acting skills. Let's just get Atwater's body out of here."
The five Watchers loaded the Immortal's body away and Max Max flipped open his cellphone as they rode away.
"Hey, Dawson. We got Atwater's body. Short story: D'raven made the blow, Harris took the Quickening....I realize that's not typical, but you'll get the rest in the full report. Yes sir. Harken will deliver it personally. He needs a new assignment anyway."
Buffy was still congratulating herself on her acting prowess when she ran into Spike and Delvin. Not literally, but only because they both dodged.
"Right, Slayer. Result of a millennial mystical heritage, and you walk right into us. Brilliant. Why aren't you dead yet, again?" The vampire snarked.
"Stuff it, bleach boy. We have a problem," she snapped. "There is some kind of demon that cut off a man's head. It had a lot of other demon's to help, but he fought all them off. Then some weird people just stole the man's body. It might have something to do with that prophecy. Which means it IS a demon."
Spike and Delvin looked at each other and burst into laughter. Angered, Buffy slammed Spike back against a gravestone, a stake handy, only to freeze at the touch of sharp, cold steel at her neck.
Delvin's cold voice floated up from behind her. "I know you are young and arrogant, but simply because he cannot fight back, does not give you the right to bully him. Step back, slowly."
Buffy eased back, carefully. I knew he was evil, she thought. He's threatening to kill me, and he's actually protecting Spike.
Spike got to his feet with a wary look on his face.
"It's alright, Delvin, she didn't really hurt me none. It'd take a lot more than that."
"Okay." The blade at her neck moved away and she was shoved to the side so that she was no longer between the two men. It was then that she got a look at the huge broadsword in Delvin Phoenix's hand. "Okay, Summers, now let me correct you. I cut that man's head off, Alexander killed the demons, and it had not a damn thing to do with the prophecy. The men taking the body were Watchers. They observe my kind and record our doings for future generations and hide the evidence of Immortals from the eyes of the world. Any other foolish assumptions that I can correct for you at the moment?"
"You murdered a man? How are you not evil? You don't kill humans," she stated righteously.
"He was Immortal, and it was a fair fight. He had his sword, I had mine, and we dueled to the death. It's nothing new and none of your business."
"It's murder," she stated flatly.
His eyebrow twitched. The left one that had a scar right over it. "What I did is no more murder than soldiers killing each other on the field of battle. When I wake up, everyday, I know that I may meet another and we may be forced to fight. That fight will end with my death or theirs." He stared at her for a minute, then sighed. "Why do I bother, Spike?"
"Beats the hell out of me, mate," Spike replied, lighting up a cigarette. "She didn't hear anything you said."
"Excuse me?" she demanded.
The so-called Immortal rolled his eyes and flicked his hair back out of his face. Teenage girl, much? "Good night, Summers. Clearly, we have nothing to say to each other." He casually made his sword vanish within the folds of his coat (and wasn't that too hot for southern California?) and walked away.
Buffy turned to Spike, who just arched his own scarred eyebrow. "You might want to watch whose toes you step on, Slayer, and I'm giving good advice here. He may not be a demon, but he'd kick your arse for you either way. I figure, the only reason he hasn't is cause of the whelp. Doesn't want to upset his Student."
"There's no way he actually cares about Xander," she insisted. "He wants something, and he is just using Xander's insecurities to control him."
Spike jaw dropped. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally saying, "Slayer, I know I've made negative comments about your intelligence before, but I take them all back."
"I knew it," Buffy crowed. "What is he after?"
"No, no, I take them back because you are so much dumber than I ever gave you credit for," he said in a perfectly serious tone and walked off in the same direction that Delvin had gone. Buffy stood still for a moment, the jubilant smirk frozen on her face and fading as she registered what he said.
AN: Um, hi. I don't have a lot to say about this chapter. Just wanted to say thanks to all the wonderful people who read and review and track and do all those fabulous things to encourage my delusions of author-hood. Thank you very much.