Ch19: Relationships Temporary, and Permanent
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Ch19: Relationships Temporary, and Permanent
Mina buried her face in her hands. She thought back to the very first day that she had returned from death and had been told of the prophecy of the Living Light.
The Light had said to Vlad: “Wait in that place to which I send you,” said the voice, “others who have chosen redemption shall, in time, join you there. Wait further still with these redeemed. Wait for your guide, a leader that I shall send to you. This one will come to lead you into battle. This one will come to you at the very point their death, a victim, a sacrifice, one who will share your undeath. She has not chosen unlife through hate and evil, but through love. This one shall you follow.”
“That one my love, my dearest heart, is you.” Whispered had Vlad.
She remembered standing thunderstruck.
She had argued against it: “Is this some monstrous joke? My dear Prince, as you should well know I am nothing more than an ordinary, simple British housewife, and unless you need my typing and shorthand skills, I am best suited to be your housekeeper, or secretary not your commander. I am not a heroic leader, nor am I a great general come to lead you and these others in a war on the night-creatures.” I had protested.
Vlad had countered: “Wilhelmina Harker,” he laughed “you have never in all of your existence been an ordinary or simple anything! You have ever been most extraordinary! You are the only woman in my life or unlife that I have truly loved! One that does the impossible and touches the heart of the here-to-fore unfeeling Lord of the Undead in that manner could never be ordinary or simple. This not withstanding, you traveled here through storm, and hardship with five strong men each of whom adored you enough to lay down their very lives for your immortal soul. Again you traveled here knowing that it would probably mean your death, alone old and infirmed, traveling by shear will alone. Ordinary! Oh my dear hardly that, simple not ever! You are now and forever my dearest love, my most beloved victim, my eternal equal, and by the will of the Living Light our one true, God ordained leader!”
She felt the pressure most when she lost friends to the fight, even though she knew that it meant that they had achieved redemption!
They had received another cryptic message this one had been written in tanned human skin written in ancient Rumanian.
“Your enemy’s next goal will be achieved in the New World, in the Land of the Sun, at the Eagles Tower, on the Day of the Dead.”
The missive was unsigned.
She felt a cool hand on her shoulder. She looked up into the eyes of Prince Vlad Dracula, where once she had seen lust and cruelty, she saw only love and concern. She placed her hand on his and leaned into him.
IN THE COURTYARD:
Xander sat with his back against one of the peach trees with his eye closed. Suddenly he felt eyes staring at him. Without opening his eye he looked up, in his mind he saw Doctor Hall standing before him. The doctor looked uncharacteristically nervous.
“Yes Doctor Hall what can I do for you.” Xander said still not opening his eye.
“Sir Alexander,” the doctor also known as Jack-The-Ripper intoned gravely, “I wish to speak to you on a personal matter”
“What’s up Doc,” Xander asked in a fair imitation of a famous cartoon rabbit?
“I have come to state my honorable intentions toward your dear, lovely sister Lady Drusilla.” The Doctor’s statement poured forth like a torrent of water from an ancient ewer.
“You know of course that Dru isn’t really my sister don’t you Doc,” Xander mused?
“I beg-to-differ Your Lordship, Her Royal Majesty Queen Victoria II has stated in public, and in writing that you and Lady Drusilla are siblings. If the Queen has so stated then, if not by birth, at least by law you are siblings.” Jack stated with a small grin on his face. Xander finally opened his eyes at this statement.
“Hmm, by that standard Buffy and Mina are sist…” Xander started. He stopped as he saw the Doctor nodding in the affirmative.
“OK, Doc ya’ got me. Just what are your intentions toward my dear…um…sister? Uh you realize that Drusilla is a vampire, don’t you,” The non-plussed Scooby drawled.
“Yes Milord I do indeed. I wish to ask your permission as head of the Harris family for her hand in marriage,” was the former serial-killer’s reply.
“Just her hand,” Xander mumbled. “Sorry Doctor Hall, that was a bad joke, and in poor taste at that, considering the circumstances. You are asking if you have my permission to ask my…um…ahh…sister Drusilla to marry you,” he recovered.
“Yes sir, that is exactly what I am asking,” was the Doctor’s wary reply.
“Have you asked the Lady in question as of yet,” Xander asked in a serious tone?
“Ahem…well…yes sir I have and s-s-s-she indicated that I needed the per-m-mission of the head of the-the House of Harris, sir,” stammered the prospective swain.
Xander pretended to mull it over for a few moments, then squaring his shoulders and bringing himself to his full height he lowered one eyebrow and gave Jack-The-Ripper the famous Sunnydale shovel speech.
Then clapping him on the back he gave him a hardy pat on the back and said, “Welcome to, what is probably the weirdest family in both of our dimensions, Ian old boy!”
Leaving the Doctor to tell Drusilla the good news he rushed back into the building and up to the Heartsblood quest quarters on the seventh floor to tell Buffy what had just transpired.
As he got off the elevator he was somewhat surprised to see Johnny Blaze slipping out of the room that had been assigned to Willow. The stunt-rider’s jacket was over his shoulder and his boots were in his hand. Xander’s eyebrows shot up, but he said nothing until he walked past Blaze. Then he stage whispered, “I’d zip up those jeans before I went down stairs.”
IN THE CAFETERIA:
Professor Burkle shared a table with Lord Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. Their quiet conversation was very proper, but their glances at one another were not.
At another table, a solicitious Connor Angel fed a heavily bandaged, Ziva David sips of chicken broth. His eyes very rarely left hers.
Countess Elisabeth Bathory entered on the arm of a smiling Leroy Jethro Gibbs, and a perky Abby Scuitto walked out on the arm of a beaming Peter John Fisher.
The last couple was closely watched by a very protective looking ‘Grandmama’ Marie Laveau, and her attentive escort a very protective looking Doctor Donald ‘Ducky’ Mallard.
The Heartsblood Public Address System crackled to life. “There will be a meeting of all Nighthunter and Team Slayer operatives in the main conference room in exactly one hour. Please bring note taking supplies, and be prepared for a long night. That is all.” The voice had been Vlad’s but all of them knew that the order was from Mina.
This is actually the second half of the previous Chapter and should probably be numbered 18.5 or something like that, but what the hey...enjoy.