Title: Unholy Ground
Author: David A. Knapton
Archived: If you want but it is polite to let the author know you are doing so
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to the owners of BtVS and the idea of immortals fighting for the prize comes from the owners of Highlander.
Spoiler: Day before 1.01 Welcome to the Hellmouth.
Pairing: None but would be canon if continued.
Summery: Two immortals meet.
Notes: Just something that has been rolling around in my head for a few days now. I have read several stories where one of these characters was an Immortal but as far as I know there has not been one with both of them as Immortals! At this time, I am not sure if this will go anywhere. So at the moment this is just a one off.
Thanks so much to my great beta Tamara.
‘’ = Thought.
Feedback: If you wish. Suggestions will also be considered.
Please note I am English, so is my spelling. Live with it.
She sensed him before he was aware of her presence. There were few benefits of being one of the oldest Immortals still around, you had a more refined ability to be aware of others. But being one of the oldest also made you the target of those that were out to make a name for themselves. What most of the younger Immortals never learned, at least until it was too late, is that you had to be good at the game to have survived for over three thousand years!
She strolled purposefully into the empty warehouse and turned to face the door she had left open, her sword held in the low guard position waiting for him.
The man stepped cautiously through the door, never taking his eyes off the female Immortal. She raised her eyebrow, wondering why an immortal would need glasses! Stepping into the light coming from the skylights he also held his sword with the point towards the ground. “I have no wish to fight,” he stated in an English accent.
She looked intensely at him, “Neither do I but I will defend myself if necessary.”
“Are you aware of what is attracted to this town?” he asked.
“The demons, you mean,” she smiled. “I also know this is Boca Del Inferno, and as such makes the entire town, holy ground, or should that be unholy ground,” she chuckled. “Regardless we cannot fight here.”
“Is that why you came?” he asked curiously.
“Among other things. But mostly it is to help protect my daughter from being used by our kind to get to me.”
“I must say, you have a strange way of protecting your daughter, bringing her to a town filled with demons and vampires,” he observed.
“I have more than my sword for protection,” she snorted. “But why are you here?”
The man frowned at what he considered her overconfidence, “I owed a member of the Watchers Council a favour and he asked me to come here and help the Slayer, she arrived yesterday. I plan to meet her at the high school where I have taken the position of librarian.”
She once again raised an eyebrow, a terrible suspicion in the pit of her stomach. “Do you know the Slayer’s name?”
“Yes. Her name is Buffy Summers, I hope...”
“DAMN YOU TO HELL,” the woman shouted at the sky. “I will not allow her to die,” she snarled gathering her power into a ball of energy over a foot across and hurled it at the far wall, vaporising it.
The man swallowed and stepped back having never witnessed such power. “You’re a witch,” he stated now understanding why she felt confident that she could protect her daughter. Then something occurred to him, “What’s your daughter’s name?”
“Buffy Summers and I am going by Joyce at this time but you may know me as Cassandra,” she turned on him. “And you are?”
“Rupert Giles. But you may know me as Edwy, former King of Wessex.”
“Sorry,” said Joyce shaking her head.
“I was also Hereward the Wake. I attempted to raise a rebellion against William the Bastard of Normandy in the year of our Lord 1070,” Rupert said somewhat pretentiously.
“Sorry. I was elsewhere around that time,” Joyce allowed an amused look to come to her face at his declaration.
“How about Simon de Montfort?” asked Rupert.
“Now that is a name I have heard of.”
“Yes, well we all make mistakes. I became a victim of my own ambition,” he stated before hesitating. “I should really inform the Watchers Council of an Immortal being the guardian of the Slayer,” he mused.
“I cannot allow that to happen. I may not be able to challenge you to a fight but that does not mean I am above having you removed by friends of mine or that I can’t kill anyone the Council sends to attempt to remove her.”
“I understand that. And I have my own issues with them and their methods but you know that with the resources at their disposal they would eventually succeed or... they may simply decide to have her killed,” he pointed out. “Would you be willing to compromise?”
“Watchers as a rule do not help their slayer fight. Being immortal I could help her fight, try to keep her safe. You know that being the Slayer, evil things will be drawn to her as she is to them. Let me do the job I always planned on doing.”
Joyce studied the man before her for a moment. “Very well, but I expect to be informed before she goes into a fight with something that really could get her killed. If not and she does die I will come for you, Rupert Giles, wherever you may try to hide.”
Giles swallowed at the intensity in the ancient immortal’s tone. “Agreed. I’ll keep in touch,” he said heading towards the door.
“I’m sure you will,” smirked Joyce. “Oh one thing, why do you wear glasses?”
Giles turned with a smirk on his own face, “A vengeance demon called Anyanka cursed me with poor eyesight because I bedded the sister of my fiancée in eighteen forty seven.”
“Interesting. We’ll have to get together sometime to swap war stories.”
A/N: I picked Edwy (941-59 AD) because he just seemed to scream, Ripper, as we understand Giles in his youth. It is said that Edwy missed his coronation because he was busy having sex with a young woman (The bishop conducting the coronation was furious with him). It was rumoured he was poisoned in 959 AD.
I added Hereward the Wake (1070 AD) because it seemed to me if Giles had been Edwy, he would have raised rebellion against the Normans. Hereward was captured but escaped, vanishing from history.
As for Simon de Montfort (1208-65 AD) I figured that by then he would be thinking, ‘If you can’t beat them, join them.’ At one point, de Montfort was really the ruler of England even though he was not crowned king.