Ch 33: Carfax Abbey: Interlude
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So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words i don't just say
And nothing else matters
Trust i seek and i find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters
Song Lyrics: Nothing Else Matters Artists: Metallica
Ch 33: Carfax Abbey: Interlude (Team Slayer? Nighthunter? From Now On Is There Really A Difference?)
CARFAX ABBEY, WHITBY, NORTH YORKSHIRE, ENGLAND
The Yorkshire Team BEGAN as the premier team and WAS to consist of Mina Harker-Dracula, Prince Vlad Dracula, Buffy Summers-Harris, Xander Harris, Johnny Cage, Willow Rosenberg, Ian Evan Hall, M. D., Drusilla Harris-Hall, Ziva David, Connor Angel, and William Pratt.
Due to developments in other locations, however, Abby and Marie added their considerable powers together to teleport certain others from Atlanta to the Yorkshire Team’s gathering place…Carfax Abbey in the town of Whitby, Yorkshire, England.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs insisted…no, demanded to join the assault on Scarborough Castle. The look in his eyes spoke of pain (old and new), rage, and …yes, of a desire for righteous vengeance. Victor Mann said nothing, but from the set of his jaw told Marie that if they did not help him to get there, there would be Hell to pay. Winifred, Wesley, and Kharis were enraged at the death of their leprechaun friend, and were overcome with grief at the death of Elizabeth Bathory. Kharis had abandoned his little old man persona. Now he stood slightly less than six feet tall, his eyes held an eerie greenish-yellow glow. He looked to be the terrifyingly real living corpse that he actually was now. ‘Ducky’ would not let Gibbs go without him, and neither would Abby, therefore, Marie went as well. No Granbaby of hers would walk into this without HER to protect her, not even if it cost her, her unlife.
Mina was not really surprised by the arrival of this impromptu backup team. The many deaths among the various teams cried for vengeance.
Jethro though he would be loath to admit it cared for Elizabeth Bathory a great deal more than he had ever said.
The little leprechaun had been very easy to love regardless of his mischievous personality.
Friends, fellow teammates, or simply new acquaintances The Nighthunters took care of their own, and when necessary avenged them!
She and Buffy met them with grim but welcoming expressions. After the mission reports, and casualty lists were given, both The Queen of the Undead, and The Slayer Prime stood wrapped in silence for a long time. Those that expected tears, however, were to be disappointed. The reaction was in truth great sorrow, but that sorrow was suffused by a white hot rage.
Vlad looked at his friend, yes friend, and yes, in truth, his brother-in-law Xander, and both men shook their heads sadly. Now would not be a good time to try to suggest any diverse course of action to their wives. Buffy and Mina had their minds made up. At this point it would be the safest course to go with the flow, and try to minimize the damage.
The war council was taken up to the Abbey’s old chapel that being the largest single room, and having the most seating. The original pews, pulpit, and altar had long since been removed. Though the exterior spoke of antiquity the interior had been thoroughly modernized. In the place of the chapel's original furnishings there stood a huge round table made of seasoned black oak, surrounded by twenty-five oak chairs padded with blood red leather.
Gone also were the worn medieval tapestry’s that had once covered the eastern most wall. These had been replaced by a bank of televisions, and security monitors.
The Nighthunters organization may be run by creatures born in the long past, but they had come into the twentieth century with a vengeance, blazing the way for future developments, and using everything they could use to gain the advantage in their war on the Darkness that threatened their world.
While the main meeting progressed at the table, off to one side near the old confessionals Willow joined with Marie and Abby as they began their impromptu spell conference. A very long hour later Willow came to Buffy shamefacedly.
“We have decided that the three of us can’t do it alone, if they didn’t have all of the wards and shields around the castle we’d have more than enough power, but they’ve got some major mojo working for them, and we just don't have the necessary horsepower, if Elizabeth hadn't been…” Buffy knew that her buddy was working up a major babble.
“Wills, Wills stop, breathe,” Buffy said patting the redhead on the shoulder. “What do you need, is there something we can do to help? We will get you anything you need…ANYTHING, OR ANYONE!”
Willow answered in a wee small, almost frightened voice, “We need Dawnie, and much as I hate to say it…Giles, and…err…um…Andrew.”
Buffy stood staring at the Red Witch, shock on her face. They needed her baby sister? They needed her almost-a-father? They needed ANDREW? Dawnie she could understand, the Key opened dimensional doorways, and had become very good at it since Glory was defeated. Giles, well, major magic was held in that man even though he rarely showed it. BUT ANDREW? What for comic relief? Well to be fair he had shown a talent for magic, but it was Chaos Magic like Ethan Raine's.
“I…ulp.. dammitall did say whatever, or whoever…foolishly, true…but that is what I said…and God help us all I meant it.” Buffy sighed.
“I’ll remove the blocking spell I put on the portal in your apartment. I am sure that the three of them followed me there. When it opens it will bring them here. I’m sorry Buffy, but this is the only way we can open a portal inside their defenses.”
Suddenly, Willow's eyes glazed over. She wasn’t babbling now, in fact, she spoke with a deliberate measured voice. The voice wasn’t a single voice at all it was a harmony of three voices as she spoke again. “This evil has to be put down. If it isn’t it will inevitably leak to other worlds, your world, and then to many others. Some of your own band and the many of the Nighthunters have been Chosen to bring to rights the wrongs in the multiverse. You will soon be assigned a liaison that you can trust, a liaison to the Powers-That-Oversee.”
Buffy stared at Willow, as the redhead shook her head as if to clear it. She smiled at the Slayer, and passed out. Johnny caught her in his arms before she hit the ground.
*Great,* Buffy thought, *Chosen AGAIN! It better not be Whistler!*
A portal began to open. Rather than the silvery portals that Mina was used to this one had a green almost metallic edge.
Mina looked from the portal to her ‘sister’s’ face. Wonder filled both women’s eyes, as three figures stepped through the portal one at a time onto the time worn oak floor of the old chapel of the Abbey.
The first one an awkward looking young man with shaggy blond hair ran through the portal and stumbled almost falling, but not quite. He wore a tacky off-gold 'sharkskin' suit, a purple and white stripped shirt, and a wide black tie.
The next person through was a tall slim older man in an Irish Tweed jacket, charcoal gray wool slacks, and white shirt. He stepped to the side took one look at the assembled company before him, uttered the familiar phrase “Good Lord!”, and began to polish his glasses.
The final figure through the portal was a tall poised young woman. Her long silky brown hair coiffed into a stylish, but business-like upswept do. She wore an dark blue business suit, a white shirt, black velvet ribbon around her throat, and high gloss black spike heeled half-boots.
Dawn had outgrown her brat phase, her bad girl phase, her coed phase, and had recently grown into her no-nonsense Watcher/Witch phase. This was probably the first time that Buffy actually noticed it. Every male in the room up to and including, Vlad, Xander, Victor, and Jethro also noticed. It was, however, William Pratt inspired by this lovely vision before him who made it to her side first, dropping to one knee at her feet, and spread his arms wide. Though he had never seen her before he was drawn, for some reason to her like a moth to a flame. He would protect her with his very soul. For some reason it was destined to be his fate to protect and defend her …and be at her side forever more!
“Fair as a summer’s breathe at dawn,
Sweet as a lamb in the early spring,
The song of a lark at the break of morn,
Thy beauty makest my poor heart sing!” He chanted extemporaneously! (Bloody Awful Poet!)
Dawn looked at him for a moment in happy shock, “SPIKEY!?!?” she squealed in her best little girl voice, then what she said and saw registered on her mind and predictably promptly swooned into his outstretched arms. He still knelt in the same place, but now her (no longer little girl) body was cradled in his arms, and a silly grin was plastered on his face, and his eyes were happily unfocused.
Giles repeated, “Oh Good Lord!”, Buffy growled, and Xander just groaned. His mind was churning *Oh well already have Dracula for a brother-in-law…could Spike be any worse?*