A/N: This little ditty came to me after I finally saw Repo on DVD... Seriously, why couldn't it have gotten a proper cinema release here in Australia? Huh? What, our money not good enough for you?
Disclaimer: Buffy characters belongs to Joss. All hail the Man!... Repo lyrics and props belong to Darren Smith and Terrance Zdunich and (Just to be safe) Twisted Pictures & Lionsgate.
Please don't sue me, I don't have any money. Seriously, I'm still trying to pay off buying my old SEGA Mega Drive back when I was twelve... The interest is a Bitch!
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He stared at the man before him as Willow headed out of the store. The door or the bell above it made no noise as Willow passed through it say for a faint sound of a small wind hitting the glass as she left him with his old friend.
“Hello, Ethan.” Giles said in barely a whisper.
Ethan smiled at the Librarian as he stepped out of the shadows. “Hello, Ripper.”
Both men stared at each other, Giles in slight shock and anger at the man before him, Ethan with glee at the stiff tweed suited man that his friend had become.
“What? No hug?” Ethan laughed. “Aren't you pleased to see your old mate, Rupert?” he asked picking up an old mask and playing with it.
“I'm just surprised I didn't guess it was you. This Halloween stunt stinks of Ethan Rayne.” Giles circled into the room.
“Yes, it does, doesn't it?” with a shrug and an even bigger smile he half threw, half dropped the mask back where he picked it up from. “Don't wish to blow my own trumpet, but its genius. The very embodiment of 'be careful what you wish for'.” Ethan gloated.
“It's sick, brutal, and it harms the innocent.” Giles reasoned.
“Oh, and we all know that you are the champion of innocence and all things pure and good, Rupert.” He turned back to his old friend. “It's quite a little act you've got going here, old man.”
“It's no act. It's who I am.” Giles stood straighter, looking down at the man.
“Who you are?” Ethan asked the man seriously. “The Watcher, snivelling, tweed-clad guardian of the Slayer and her kin? I think not…” Ethan walked slowly out of the back room towards the store counter and to a small metal box that sat upon it. “I know who you are, Rupert, and I know what you're capable of.”
Giles followed the man, watching his every move.
“But they don't, do they?” Ethan said with a hint of malice in his voice as he placed a hand on the box and slid the lid off slowly.
“Don’t.” Giles warned.
“They have no idea where you come from.” Ethan said darkly, playing with the lid of the box in his hands.
“Break the spell, Ethan. Then leave this place and never come back.” Giles warned, stepping closer to the shopkeeper.
“Why should I?” he said placing the lid down on the counter. “What's in the bargain for me?” he half turned to his old friend.
“You get to live.” Giles said, now seeing the contents of the metal box, a large scalpel looking knife with a large thick metal handle sat nestled on a small stand.
“Oh, Rupert, you're scaring me.”
Both men moved quickly, Ethan moving to grab the knife from the box, Giles gripping his hands to stop him. With a quick, sharp turn Giles snapped Ethan’s wrist, the shopkeeper falling to his knees as he gasped in pain.
“And you said the Ripper was long gone.” Ethan gasped, Giles tightening his grip.
“Tell me how to stop the spell.” Giles asked calmly in the man’s ear.
“Say 'pretty please'.” Ethan spat sarcastically.
Giles twisted the man’s wrist again before picking up the knife and bringing it to Ethan’s throat. “Tell me…” Giles said again.
“Ripper…” Ethan drawled out slowly. He felt the cold steel of the blade touch his flesh before a wide grin began to spread on his face. Giles was about to threaten him again but Ethan spoke in a sing-song voice. “Remember who you are…”
“I-I… I remember…” Giles said slowly, the blade in his hand weakening.
“Remember who you are…” Ethan sang again, looking up at the Watcher.
“I r… Remember…” Giles sang again, staring at the scalpel in his hand, the blade slowly becoming familiar to him.
“Remember who you are…” Ethan sang as he slowly stood and Giles dropped the blade to the ground before falling slowly to his knees.
“I remember…” Giles sang once more, a sad pained look on his face.
“Remember who you are…” Ethan towered over Giles as he succumbed to his spell.
“I remember…” Giles continued to sing, staring at the blade on the ground in front of him, his hand slowly griped it again, shaking slightly as he felt the cold steel in his hand begin to warm at his touch.
“Remember who you are!” Ethan sang finally at the top of his voice.
“I remember…” Giles sang. Pain was in his voice now as it turned into a high pitched yell, staring at the scalpel as he slowly held it up in the air above him.
“I’m sure you do, Ripper old boy…” Ethan chuckled. “Have fun ‘Repossessing’ your friends.”
“I remember…” Giles said again, his voice croaking hoarsely as he continued. “I remember every dying whisper, every desperate murmur...”
“What?” Ethan asked as his hand reached for the door.
He almost didn’t feel the two quick slashes when they happened. One second he was standing at the door the next he was crumpled on the floor, blood pooling at the slashed tendons of his ankles, Giles slowly getting to his feet and looming over his bleeding form.
“I remember when I gaze upon her; she looks just like you...” Giles sang as he stepped over Ethan and locked the shop door. “I remember, I remember!” he sang closing the long window shade over the glass door. “I remember marking every victim with acute precision...”
“R-Ripper…” Ethan stammered as he tried to stand, his ankles screamed in pain at the movement and he slipped in his own blood back to the floor. He began to crawl away from the man as Giles turned towards him, a blood thirsty look in his eye.
“I remember every time I hold you, my Blunt companion...” Giles sang, staring at the scalpel as he twirled it expertly between his fingers. It flashed in the light of the lone naked bulb of the costume shop as it flew across his hand back and forth as if it was an extension of his arm. “I remember,” Giles sang, his eyes slowly moving from the knife to Ethan’s slowly retreating body on the ground.
“R-Ripper…” Ethan said again as he backed away from the man. “R-Rupert… Please…”
“I remember, I dismember!” Giles sang loudly, jumping onto Ethan, a large toothy grin on his face.
Ethan began to scream as Giles’ hand flew over his exposed torso.
“Cause the claims medic gives no anesthetic!” Giles sang with a laugh as blood splashed on his face. He folded the flesh from Ethan’s chest, cutting quickly as he skinned the man alive.
“R… Ru…” Ethan choked on his own blood as Giles slashed at his chest before punching it, his breast plate breaking with a sickening crack. Ethan choked again, more blood filled his mouth as a hard yank removed his ribs before they were thrown into a dark corner of the store.
Giles’ face was hot with blood as he continued to cut. “Ninety day delinquent get your repo treatment!” he half yelled as he continued to sing.
Ethan’s heart continued in vain to pump his slowly draining blood as it was exposed to the dust filled air of the costume store. Giles smirked at the dying man, making eye contact as he sunk his scalpel slowly into each ventricle of his heart.
“I'm the masked horror on your street corner!” Giles sang as he moved closer to Ethan’s face as the man tried to speak.
“B… B…” Ethan whispered breathlessly into Giles’ ear as his life drained away. “B… Bug-ger…” softly left his lips with a final out take of air as Giles lifted the warm heart from its dying cage.
“Make your mama mourn ya!” Giles spat at the man as the life finally left Ethan’s eyes and he was still. He stood, the heart gripped in his left hand, scalpel in his right, his clothes soaked red as he looked down at the empty cavern that was his old friends chest. “I'm a Night Surgeon!” Giles said slowly, his voice cold, dark and gravelly.
Blood stained and anger swelling inside, Giles stalked towards the door of the store. He reached for a large thick black jacket made of rubber that hung loosely on a coat hanger. He played with it in his hands for a second, a evil grin flashing on his face before he swirled the large coat on, delighting in the squeak it made as he adjusted and buckled it closed. He looked back at the large pool of blood and muck that was the former Chaos Mage, then to heart he had placed in the metal box.
But something struck him, something he had to do, something he had to stop or many people would be hurt… But it was lost to him. He tucked the scalpel into an inside pocket of the coat, patting it softly as if it was a favourite pet newly returned home after being lost for so long.
“I remember...” he sang softly to himself as he opened the door and vanished into the night.