Stand-offs and one-eyed cats
Notes & Disclaimers:
It's a lot of fun to write these girls. Something in this chapter was suggested to me and after reading up on it I couldn't help but to include it. All other information and disclaimers are at the beginning of the story.
Drusilla lazily looked between Buffy and Faith before settling her gaze onto Giles in the middle.
“Hello little Ripper.” Her voice was sultry. “It’s good to see you again. Still on the edge between dark and light.” She glanced to the two slayers once again with a smirk. “That’s an apt description of this, i’n’ it?”
“What are you doing here, Drusilla?” Buffy interrupted.
Drusilla’s suddenly annoyed gaze went back to Buffy. “I’m enjoyin’ some time with my niece and her friends, little miss impatient slayer.”
“Slayer?” Jane looked at her aunt. “You mean this
little blonde thing is who William abandoned you for?”
“Little?!” Faith put a restraining hand on Buffy’s shoulder as she made to go around the table.
“Oy, I hope that wasn’t a slight against blondes,” Susan said.
“Not blondes in general, just the ones that steal long term boyfriends away from family,” Jane clarified.
“Oh, well, in that case…” Susan glared at Buffy on principle. Sally shrugged and joined in the glaring.
“Do you even know what she is!” Buffy hissed at Jane.
“Yes, she’s my aunt,” Jane replied. “She’s been there for me in one way or another since I was little, and I’ll kindly ask you to leave now as I’ve had just about enough of your rudeness.”
Buffy’s jaw clenched. She took a moment to calm down and then turned on her heel and walked away. Giles and Faith were left standing by the table awkwardly.
“Uh, right, sorry for disturbing you,” Faith said to the girls. “We just have some unfinished business with Dru here.”
“Business that can be completed at some other time and not when I’m trying to spend time with my niece,” Drusilla said.
“Yeah…” Faith walked away leaving Giles there alone.
“Anythin’ else, Ripper?” Drusilla smiled.
“Try anything and you’ll be nothing but dust in the wind Drusilla.” Giles stared at her intensely, still remembering the mental torture he suffered at her hands that was far worse than anything Angel could’ve done to his physical being. He turned and followed his companions out of the bar.
“Well that was fairly ominous,” Sally commented. “What in the world does he have against you?”
Drusilla only smiled. “I may’ve used the image of his dead lover to mentally torture ‘im. Worth it tho’… he’s a fantastic kisser.”
Sally shared a look with Susan.
* * * * *
Giles exited the bar and walked around back. He saw the axe-wielding Xander (their backup in case Drusilla ran) talking with Buffy and Faith.
“Xander offered to keep a watch on them,” Buffy said when he approached.
“Wouldn’t it be more prudent for Faith or yourself to stay in case an intervention is needed?” Giles asked.
“Yeah, that’s what I said… only with less words.” Faith smiled at the watcher who scowled.
“Hey, Buff here is a little edgy so I don’t think she’d just be able to sit and watch,” Xander interrupted. “And Faith… well, you don’t really have much in the way of patience. Besides, I’ve got my axe, I’ll be fine.”
“If you’re sure Xander,” Giles said. “But call us immediately if something happens?”
“Sure thing, Giles.”
It was nearly an hour later that Xander, sitting in a car across the street, caught sight of the four very attractive women leaving the bar.
“Yowza.” He was as eloquent as ever when his eyes drifted down their departing backs.
He sat up straighter when he saw the girls detour down an alleyway, with Drusilla in the lead. He took out his cell phone (or ‘mobile’ as they called it in Britain) and dialled Buffy’s number… only to have his battery die on him.
* * * * *
After another hour of talking and drinking (Drusilla refrained) the girls left the bar and started walking to Jane’s apartment where they’d finish off the night.
The were walking by the entrance to an alley when Drusilla suddenly stopped. She smiled and told the girls to follow her down the alley. She stopped a little ways in an her grin widened. She walked to the front of their little group and stood facing the mouth of the alley with her arms crossed and the grin still on her face.
A moment later, a man with an eye-patch and carrying an axe ran around the corner into the alley. He skidded to a halt when he saw the four women standing there waiting for him.
“Uh, hi.” He said awkwardly while crossing his arms behind his back in an effort to hide the battle-axe.
“Hello kitten,” Drusilla greeted the man. “They asked you to follow me then?”
“Thought I was up to know good leadin ‘em down an alleyway?”
“Kinda,” he admitted sheepishly.
Jane eyed the man holding the axe and couldn’t resist commenting, “Now auntie, who’s this tall, handsome specimen of manliness?”
Xander sighed and shook his head. With a muttered, ‘Of course’
, he introduced himself, “I’m Xander, but you an just call me Greebo.”
Sally raised an eyebrow. “Really? Can you turn into a cat as well?”
The others looked at her in confusion but Xander’s one eye widened in surprise.
“Oh my god,” he said. “A beautiful woman just got my geeky reference! You wouldn’t happen to be seeing anyone would you?”
Sally’s cheeks coloured a little at the compliment.
“Not exactly. It’s… complicated.” Sally paused a moment before finally settling on, “No.” She sent a smile towards the strapping young man.
Susan rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Sally, isn’t he a bit young?”
“Hey! I’m not young, I’m twenty-three.” Xander exclaimed. “It’s not that much of an age difference.” It wasn’t considering Anya was about eleven-hundred years his senior. “There’s what, only two or three years difference?”
Sally’s smile brightened.
To Xander's credit, it was dark in that alley and he's missing an eye. Not that Kate Isitt isn't stunning, she just doesn't look as young as Xander was estimating. ;)