Part Twenty: Watchers Are Dumber Than Lamp Posts
For Disclaimer and Notes see first chapter.
Part Twenty: Watchers Are Dumber Than Lamp Posts
Later that morning shortly before noon we got unexpected visitors to Giles' place. I had informed the other people in the house that the Watcher's Council was there, but we didn't really expect to see at all after our incident with them. I was in the kitchen cooking lunch with Lindsay, Methos, Kate, Dawn, and Spike. Well Spike wasn't exactly helping, more like a hindrance, but he was there to keep himself entertained. We were cooking the lunch for everyone else in the house so we could all maintain our strength for the fight that was going to come. Dawn and Kate were placing the dishes and silverware on the table so everyone could grab their stuff and go wherever they wanted to eat. Methos and Lindsay were putting the food into the dishes and Spike was annoying the hell out of me by just standing behind me at all times and playfully biting on my neck with blunt human teeth as I tried to get the rest of the food cooked and prepared.
"You know that isn't a good idea Spike. If Angel was to wake up and find you on her neck again…let’s just say it wasn't a happy ending last time. I don't think that he will suddenly change his mind and think it is ok for you to be all over his girl," Methos told Spike and Spike froze.
"I'll be damned if I am going to be threatened by that Poof that calls himself my Sire. I can bloody well do as I please when it comes to Faith. I know how to treat her, I know what she is thinking pretty much all time; I know her. The Poof doesn't even know that. You worry about your own shit Old Man. I'll worry about mine," Spike hissed at Methos and left the kitchen angrily, but not before he "brushed" past Methos sending him into the refrigerator to catch his balance. I was amused by Spike's childish behavior.
"Methos, was that really necessary? He wasn't seriously doing anything with me!" I asked him, a little perturbed.
"I think that it was. You don't need another fight between you and Angel. You don't need to let Spike to nibble on your neck," Oz said from the living room where he was sitting down reading a book. I growled in frustration and threw my hands up.
"Damn wolfie, do you have to hear everything?" I asked him angrily, he just chuckled in response. "You aren't funny furball," I retorted childishly. This caused everyone to laugh and it made me realize how dumb the entire argument really was. Lindsay and Methos finished putting everything on the table and Kate and Dawn had finished putting out silverware and dishes for people to eat with.
"LUNCH IS READY!" I yelled obnoxiously. People began to filter out of the various rooms in the house. Angel came out as well, looking completely oblivious to everything that was going on around him. Spike came out a few minutes later. I had semi-fresh blood ready for them both. I had been able to drain about a pint for both of them from myself for lunch today. It was kind of a peace treaty I was trying to reach with the both of them. Angel sat down in a chair and I handed him the tall mug filled with warmed blood. He took it from me and took a sip and almost spit it back out.
"What the hell are you thinking? This is like a pint of your blood and there is another mug there for Spike! Are you insane? You need this more than we do," Angel yelled at me and I just looked at him.
"Drink up Peaches. She did this for you now drink it. Don't you think that you are going to need a little Slayer blood to get through this upcoming fight?" Spike instructed him as he sat down in front of his mug and I placed the straw in his. I bent down next to his ear.
"I would have put Wheatibix in there but you can't exactly suck that up through a straw. So you are just you are just going to have to deal with good ole fashion Slayer blood," I told him and he chuckled.
"Thanks for the thought Luv, really, you are too good to me," Spike said and kissed my lips gently and then I walked away from him. Angel glared at the both of us at the same time somehow. I continued to get food on the table as everyone else dug in. I was the last to eat. I had just sat down to eat my lunch when the doorbell rang. Cassandra stood up and headed for the door.
"Sit Cass, I'll get it," Giles told her. She nodded and returned to her seat. Giles walked over to the door and opened it up. I didn't pay attention to who was there this one time. I didn't think that B was going to be dumb enough to attack so I really didn't give the doorbell a second thought.
"You aren't welcome here," I heard Giles angrily tell whoever was at the door. I was on my feet immediately, grabbing my knife off the counter as I headed for the door. I was behind him ready to attack when I got to the door.
"Well, well, if it isn't Faith. So we meet again. Really now, do you think that is anyway to greet an old friend? With a knife of all weapons?" Quentin Travers asked me. I growled deep in my throat and lowered my knife. He was with his flunkies and his little Slayer.
"What do you want?" Giles asked him, still blocking his entrance to the house through the door.
"She is trying to open the Hellmouth and cause an Apocalypse. I think that it is necessary for us to combine our efforts and stop this threat to the world," he told Giles and I just continued to glare at Quentin unhappily.
"You have ten minutes to convince me this is worth my time," Giles said and stood back away from the door. I backed up towards the table. The Watchers and Slayer came in. They all pulled out guns and held them aimed at the whole group of us.
"You are all by order of the Watcher's Council of England under house arrest until this threat to the world is dealt with. We are not going to let a renegade Slayer, two renegade Watchers, and a whole lot of misfits be responsible for destroying the world," Quentin told us and we were all in a little shock. I didn't expect this at all.
Angel snarled when he realized that it was the Watcher's Council who was bothering us. He rose quickly from his sitting position at the table, completely awake and alert now as he came up behind me. He moved off to my right and threw his arm around my waist and held onto me tightly. Despite the fact that I was still extremely pissed off at him I was happy that he was here to protect me and defend me.
"Who is this? Your boyfriend Faith?" Quentin asked me. "Let me guess the only guy you could get is a criminal and probably a murderer?" He openly teased me and I just glared at him.
"So this is the new Slayer huh?" Angel asked and I nodded to him. He laughed a fully body laugh.
"What are you finding so amusing about this? Who are you?" Quentin asked Angel, slightly angry.
"Who am I? You mean you don't know who I am? You haven't studied my face and told your children not to go out at night for fear of running to me?" Angel asked, his voice slipping deeper and darker. He was completely mocking Quentin for not knowing him.
"I have no idea who you are."
"Do you know me Slayer?" Angel asked her. She shook her head, confusion evident in her facial features, and I smiled at this one.
"You should," he told her and then redirected his attention to everyone. "Well, she is a piss poor Slayer," Angel said to Quentin.
"And why is that?" Quentin asked in return.
"Because her vampire detectors haven't gone off yet."
"Why should they?" The girl snidely questioned. Angel took a few steps around and in front of me and smirked at them.
"Because I'm a vampire," he said and vamped out.
The reaction was immediate. She reached for her stake, I grabbed Angel and pulled him behind me and then blocked the attack that was coming for him. I grabbed her wrist knocking the stake out of it. It clattered to the floor and Cordelia grabbed it and held onto it tightly, as she assumed a fighting position. I snapped her wrist in two and then punched her in the face. Her head snapped back with the impact. I grabbed her and spun her around using her momentary confusion to get her in a captured position. I put the knife up against her neck and cut into her flesh a little, causing a small line of blood to form.
"This is how you plan to stop B?" I asked him. "I don't think that I am powerful enough to stop B and you think that this *child* will do?" I spat at him. Robin clutched her broken wrist close to her body and put her other hand up to stop the blood from running down her face. She didn't even bother to fight with me; she was too worried about her injuries.
"Let her go Faith. You are just signing your own death warrant," Quentin threatened me.
"Don't play games with me Quentin. You know me, and you know what I am capable of. I don't care about the fact that she is an innocent child here. I will kill her and you know that," I threatened him. He nodded to me in understanding but refused to back down.
"Give her to me and you will be killed quickly."
"Don't play games," I hissed at him and tightened my hold on the girl, pulling the knife up higher, choking her and applying pressure with the blade, cutting a little deeper.
"Mr. Travers…" she begged in a choked voice.
"Let her go Faith. We'll leave," Quentin said and I nodded to the door.
"Back out! Leave us Quentin. Don't even bother trying to help out in killing B. Take your sad excuse for a Slayer and go back to the motherland," I snapped at him completely pissed off that he was planning on sending this incapable girl out to fight Buffy and knowing that she would die.
"I'm not leaving until what I came here to finish is finished."
"And you are going to send her into battle to die? Knowing that she can't take B at all?" I asked him in complete shock.
"She was born to die."
"You are just going to go up against a vampire Slayer turned vampire? Do you have any idea how good she was before she was killed? Do you know that she was the longest living Slayer and that wasn't just by chance? She was the best. Do you have any idea what you are asking for because she is a now a vampire? Do you really want to die this soon?" I asked the girl in my arms.
"I can take her!" Robin insisted even though she was in a vulnerable position.
"Sorry, I don't believe you at all. I just broke your wrist and your face and now have you in my control, and I'm not even a vampire, let alone a Slayer turned vampire. Try again child! She will kill you and when she figures out you are the new Slayer she will play with you. I already know she is fucked up since she tortured and almost killed her now ex-boyfriend."
"Buffy had a boyfriend?" Quentin asked.
"Yeah perhaps you know of him then. William the Bloody, Spike, the vampire, my childe?" Angel said to him and smiled cockily.
"You have got to be kidding me. You are Angelus?" Quentin asked me. "What the hell are you doing here dating Faith?" he laughed loudly.
"I am dating her because I love her. She is my other half; my equal. I am nothing without her; she is nothing without me. We complete each other and we make sure that the other is still heading for the light, still fighting the good fight," Angel told him. "Don't insult me Quentin. Just because I have a soul doesn't mean that I don't kill humans. I'd say ask the W&H lawyers from 2001 but well they are dead. Dead people usually don't talk much. I let them all die by the hand of two other vampires. I didn't care that they died, and I still don't. Don't tempt me to have you killed as well old man, I have friends and even then I'd be tempted do it myself, and you would rather me not kill you. It will much more pleasant if someone else does it to you," Angel hissed at him. "Don't threaten my girlfriend ever again Quentin. I'm sure you read about me. I'm sure you know that I am not the sanest vampire out there. I strongly suggest that you leave the United States," Angel snarled at them.
"You aren't understanding what I am saying here Angelus. I am not leaving. Your empty threats mean nothing to me. I know you. You are Angel, the vampire with a soul. You defend the innocent and all that jazz. I am not afraid of you," Quentin said and Angel got pissed. He rushed him and threw him back towards the other Watchers. Everyone fell down around Quentin, and the other Watchers quickly worked to get up off him and him up as well. Angel wasn't finished, however. He threw the other Watchers out the door of Giles's home away from Quentin. He dragged Quentin out and then slammed him again the floor. He got right down in his face, with his game face on.
"Don't fuck with me Watcher. I am not what I seem. I might be Angelus, the vampire with a soul, but I wasn't a nice human with this soul. Don't think for one second that I will regret killing you, your Watchers, your pitiful Slayer; I won't regret it at all. I'll do it in a heartbeat," Angel growled at Quentin and then kissed his forehead before getting up and standing my side, his mask slipping away. I tossed the Slayer towards the Watchers still standing outside the doorway. Quentin slowly climbed to his feet.
"This isn't over by far. You will pay for your insolence!" Quentin threatened us as he backed out the door.
"Watch out for B; she's pissed," I suggested to them and slammed the door in their faces. I turned the deadbolt and walked a step before I faltered and almost fell. Angel had me in arms before I hit the ground.
"You need rest. Giving us your blood wasn't a good idea. Someone grab her a plate of food and something to drink. We'll be in the other guest room," Angel told everyone and pulled me up into his arms. I was too weak to protest as he carried me down the hall. He put me down gently in the bed where Spike and he were sleeping earlier. "You wanna explain about that little stunt? You took out two pints of your blood and gave it to us. I can understand me but Spike?"
"Spike deserves it just as much at this point as you do. He is severely injured and he needs my blood so that when we fight Buffy he doesn't get killed instantly. I need him around for the fight. I just need him."
"If he needs blood then feed him another Immortal. Don't feed him your blood."
"My blood is stronger. You know that as well as I do. Draining Methos didn't help you recover as fast as one drink from me. Don't yell at me. Just because I can't beat your ass doesn't mean that I won't try."
"I'm just saying that you could have been injured in that fight with the Slayer because you weren't at your best. You collapsed after they were gone…what if you had collapsed in the middle of the fight? She could have hurt you or one of the Watchers could have hurt you before I could have gotten there to save you," Angel tried to reason with me.
"You don't have to always save me. I'm not a fucking porcelain doll damn it! Every time something hits me I am not going to go down. I am the fucking SLAYER Angel. I don't need your fucking help!" I yelled at him as I rose up to a sitting position on the bed. He flinched from my words and I immediately regretted saying them to him.
"I'm sorry that you feel that way. I'm sorry if I came off as the overprotective vampire boyfriend Faith. But I love you and I don't want to see anything happen to you," he confessed to me and stood to leave the room.
"I'm going to die someday Angel. You can't save me from that. Death is inevitable for me. I can't run from that. It is the destiny of every Slayer. Spike told Buffy once that every Slayer has a death wish. He wasn't lying when he said that. B knew he was right and that is what scared her so bad. I know I have no aces to pull out of my sleeves anymore. My cards are all down on the table Angel and I still don't have enough to beat Death this time. The next time that I have a run-in with Death will be the last time. I will lose," I told him calmly as he walked out of the room. He paused at the doorway.
"I won't let that happen," he told me with his back still to me, as he stood halted in the doorway.
"You can't always be there Angel. Someone has to finish the fight. One of us has to live to fight tomorrow. You have that option…that opportunity. I don't. You still have to get your gift from the Powers That Be. Don't throw it all away for a mortal Slayer destined to die either way."
"You are more to me than just a mortal Slayer. I thought you knew that," he told me as he walked out of the room never turning around to look back at me. I collapsed back on the bed. He was right, I shouldn't have given out that much blood but Spike and Angel needed it. They would need it again before we fought Buffy. They needed to be strong enough to beat her when I failed, as I knew I would.
As I laid in that bed changes were made around the house. Giles took control and had shifts arranged so that someone was always keeping a lookout at different areas of the house for anyone that was approaching it. He didn't want any more surprise visits from unwelcome guests. Shifts schedules were made, assigned and implemented. Everyone in the house knew that that final fight with Buffy was coming. Each was preparing for it in their own way.