The Downfall of the Patron St. of Skankiness
It is here, dearest readers. The almost-final chapter (actual final is an epilogue). I do so hope you all enjoy it.
As always, Greywizard is the King of all Betas and his awesome self beta’d this- many thanks.
Anita groaned as she rolled away from the wall to look up at Spike.
“Res-resignation no-notice?” she stammered in confusion. Her head was pounding from the wall impact and actual fear had seized hold of her heart, forcing it to speed with every breath.
She saw him flash her a smirk and suddenly, Anita realized that she couldn’t feel him anymore. Always before, since she had resurrected him, she had felt a piece of him within her- a small intangible chill within her spirit that let her know she was tied to the vampire. But that presence was gone now.
Which could only mean one thing.
The witches had successfully severed their tie so that he was no longer her vampire servant. At least, she reassured herself, she still had her second triumvirate. Searching within herself, she began looking for her connections to Spike and Nathaniel. Surely, if she could tap into their power then she could get all of her loves out of this place.
Her heart lurched as her second realization in the last minute slapped her across the face– where a bit of Nathaniel and Spike had once resided within her, she felt nothing.
All that existed within her mind now was her, Anita Blake. Nothing more.
“No,” she breathed out softly, as close to a sob as Anita Blake ever would come to in front of her enemies.
Spike flashed the bitch a victorious smile. Damn, it felt good to be alive, he smirked to himself. Or undead, or whatever. For the first time since Anita resurrected him, he could no longer feel her in his head- he was free.
“Ye-ye-yeah, you little strumpet," he sneered at her. "Looks like the witches fixed me up good and proper and I’m not your little drummer boy anymore.” His heart warmed (figuratively speaking of course) at the munter’s expression of distress.
“Well now, looks like that’s settled. Here you go, Ms. Summers.” Dolph lifted up a pair of handcuffs. “Would you like to do the honors?”
“According to your laws, Sergeant, shouldn’t Ms. Blake face execution for her use of magic in an attempted murder?” Giles interrupted, his eyes calmly studying Anita.
“Since she used her necromancy on Spike to order him murder Buffy and us?” he reminded the detective. An ember of rage sparked higher as he studied Anita’s smug expression and thought of her actions. His ‘Ripper’ side kept threatening to surface each time the thought of that woman trying to kill a woman who was like his own daughter passed through his mind.
Dolph bit his lip in contemplation and Larry gave him an earnest look. “Sarge, please," the redheaded animator-witch asked. "I came here because I know that Anita and Jean-Claude were violating the law, but I can't stand by and watch her be executed. She may have done some awful things, but I don’t think this is right.”
Buffy pursed her lips as she listened to the other talk. As a rule, she did not kill humans. Even when Ethan Rayne had, several times, inflicted chaos into her world she could never even think of killing him. Anita, on the other hand, had definitely pissed her off more in one evening then Ethan ever did. Nonetheless…
Well, she did still have one trick up her sleeve. But would Blake take the bait?
Glancing over at the seething necromancer, Buffy snorted in amusement. ‘Yeah, she probably would’, she thought to herself.
“How about we just not worry about that now? I should really lock her up first.” Holding out her hand, Buffy gave Dolph a smile that dripped with sweetness. “Why thank you, Sergeant,” she said as he dropped the cuffs in her palm.
She twirled the cuffs around her index finger as she then practically skipped towards Anita.
“Say good-bye to blue skies, your hooker shoes, and pirate orgy parties, and say hello to a tiny little cell, drab outfits, and Big Bertha, Anita,” she told the skank with a wide smile.
With a gasp of pain, Anita stood as Buffy approached. “You bitches really think you’re clever, don’t you? Taking us all out, taking me in. You think you’ve won,” the necromancer snarled at her enemy.
With a snort of laughter Buffy just shook her head. “I read your case file and knew you were the egotistical sort, but they said you were intelligent.
"Obviously, you're not,” she said in a scornful voice, “because we don’t' *think* we won, we *did* win, you moron.”
Darkness bled into Anita’s eyes until they gleamed like black obsidian. “You may have fucked me up physically, but not metaphysically, bitch.” She laughed internally at how ill-prepared these vampire slayers and Dolph were.
Didn’t they know who she was? They may have severed her two triumvirates and stole both of her vampire servants, but she was still packing power. It all seemed so simple to her now. Just like with Chimera, she would drain the woman before her, use that energy to heal herself, Jean-Claude and Asher, and they'd all escape. It was almost sad how stupid they were.
Buffy’s spine straightened in shock as a blast of magic hit her. It felt like she had fallen into ice water- as pinpricks of pain stabbed every part of her and her breath caught in her throat. She had been expecting Anita to try this, but she had not expected it to come so quickly and without warning!
Maybe she had underestimated the bitch, after all.
Anita let out a low laugh that dripped with power. “What’s the matter, Slayer? You were making with the wisecracks earlier?” Buffy moaned and Anita glanced towards the others who began fidgeting with their weapons.
“Don’t try anything! You have no idea how quickly I can kill her!” Anita warned them with a snarl of hatred.
Anita leaned in close to Buffy and began speaking quietly to her.
“You sounded so clinical earlier when you talked about my powers," she began gloating. "I’m not sure how you knew about my power transference with the Master Vampire down in New Mexico, but you did. I only have one question for you, bitch - What does it feel like to get your own power sucked out until you’re nothing but a dry husk?”
Buffy groaned as she strained to move her hand to grasp onto the necklace that she had been hiding in her shirt all night. When the Scoobies had done the research thing earlier, as they'd been setting up their mission, they knew that Anita had one power that might pose a real problem for them if she used it. After scouring some of oldest texts on vampire powers and counter-spells, they'd finally found one that they hoped would help.
And it was currently located in her necklace -- a silver locket. (Of course, Buffy had been pissy about wearing silver since gold was much more her style, but Willow had given her the ‘Resolve Face’, Xander had kept urging her to be cautious, and Dawn had just kept on whining until she'd finally agreed).
The pain was almost overwhelming now and Buffy found that she was weakening as her life force began escaping, but after just a few agonizing seconds, the necklace was in her hands. Ripping it off her neck, she dropped it to the floor.
A slow smile slid across Buffy’s face as she looked up into her baffled eyes. “I don’t know, Anita. How about you tell me?”
Anita’s face wrinkled with confusion at her odd statement.
Then Buffy’s foot stomped down on the necklace and red dust wafted into the air. Upon contact with the spell, it exploded in a series of sparks that knocked Buffy back and tore the most animalistic scream from Anita’s throat.
Strong arms lifted Buffy up as she began coughing from inhaling some spell components. She steadied herself by grabbing a man’s arm and looked up into his face.
“Spike,” she said softly. Closing her eyes briefly, she stepped back from him and a hurt expression filled his face.
“I’m fine,” she said sternly as she waved off his look. Buffy knew that he had been under Anita’s control, but a part of her did not want him touching her at all, not after choking her. Yeah, she knew he'd been forced to do so, but a shiver of fear still ran down her back at that memory.
“So what did you do to the bird?” he asked after a second's awkward pause.
Buffy smiled as she looked at Anita. "Just gave her a taste of her own medicine,” she answered darkly.
Anita was encased in a ball of mystical fire that was reflecting back the energy that she had unleashed on Buffy. Shrieks of pain and terror bounced off the stone walls as she twitched on the ground, curled into a fetal position.
“No! Anita!” Jean-Claude cried out in fear.
“Leave her alone!” Asher snarled.
A pained expression took hold on Jason’s face as he watched one of his best friends being consumed by some sort of magic. He jerked up to go to her, but Richard viciously yanked his arms back.
“As your Ulfric, I command you. Do not interfere with the Slayers!” he growled, his body still partially transformed from previous fighting.
Nathaniel began crying and jerking around in his metal bonds, with Wicked and Truth holding him down.
Eventually, the pyrotechnics show faded and only Anita’s motionless body lay on the ground.
“You killed her! You killed Anita,” Nathaniel sobbed.
Xander smirked and looked down at Nathaniel. “You hear that, kid?”
Nathaniel looked up with a guarded expression. “What?” he asked tentatively.
With his fingers, he mimicked playing a tiny violin. “That’s the sound of the smallest violin – playing just for ya.”
Nathaniel lurched forward to attack Xander, but Truth held him back easily.
“Don’t start crying,” Buffy said disdainfully. Honestly, she did not understand what was up with these guys!. Maybe Spike was right and Anita really did have a magical va-jay-jay? Shaking her head in resigned disbelief, she stalked towards Anita and knelt next to here. “She’s still alive.”
To prove it, Buffy slapped Anita across the face. When the woman didn’t respond, she slapped her again. The brunette's eyes flickered open and Buffy slapped her again.
“Hey. Hey!” Anita choked out. “I’m awake.”
“Oh. Well, that’s good.” Buffy slapped her again – just because she felt like it, this time – and grinned. Okay, maybe it wasn’t honorable to slap your downed opponent, but the hag *had* tried to kill her after all.
“Will? Did it work?” Buffy asked her friend.
Willow held a hand up in the air and began searching Anita’s aura. Her hand dropped to her side and she smiled. “Yes, indeedy,” she nodded confirmation. "We did it."
As Anita’s mind began clearing up, she sat up- and quickly regretted the move because her body screamed in pain. “What did you bitches do to me?” she demanded angrily.
Buffy smiled, and it was not a nice smile -- not in the least. “Just what you tried to do to me.”
Anita closed her eyes as she tried to process her next moves. Her mind and body felt incredibly heavy -- like she was swimming in quicksand. Then she chided herself for her faulty planning. This entire night, she had relied on the powers she had gained through her lovers- using that magically gained strength and speed, and she had even used Itzpapalotl’s power.
‘When what I should really have done’, she thought as her eyes surveyed the room full of dead bodies, ‘is just raise everyone that they killed as zombies.’ She smirked and once again, she feared nothing.
Mentally, she went into that part of herself that had always held her connection to the dead.
A knowing smile played on Willow’s lips as she watched, through her own use of magic, Anita try to raise the dead. As Anita’s eyes flashed open to expose a deep sense of horror, Willow could not help but laugh. “Trying to raise some zombies, Miss world-class animator?” she asked innocently.
“Aw, how cute,” Buffy mocked Anita. “You thought you had a trick up your sleeve.”
“What did you do to me?” Anita cried and she didn’t even recognize the sound of her own voice, it was so filled with panic and fear.
“I’m rubber and your glue, whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you,” Buffy sing-songed the old children's refrain and then laughed as she stared at the would-be zombie queen. “Your powers backfired, chickie. I’m not a Girl Scout or anything, but you best believe, I came prepared for that little spell of yours. It was what you first became known for, before you started this whole other choosing-the-monsters-over-people scene, remember?”
Anita blinked away tears. Her whole life, she had possessed a connection to the dead. It was the only thing she had that connected her to her mother’s side of the family. And now, it was gone. Her spirit felt diminished, darkened by the hole their spell had left her with.
As she continued her mental exploration, she realized just how big of a hole she had in her from the events of the night.
*Everything* felt different now.
No longer could she feel the icy sweep of Jean-Claude’s mind against her own. No longer could she feel the warmth that Richard gave off. No longer did she feel the loving caress of Nathaniel’s spirit or the calmness of Damian’s mind or even the searing hostility of Spike.
No longer did her body share space with the metaphysical tigers, lion, wolf, and leopard.
The ardeur no longer strained for sexual satisfaction.
It was all gone.
Anita Blake wrapped her arms around her bent knees and began sobbing.
Buffy looked down at her with pity. It was almost sad to see Anita reduced to this.
*Almost* sad, being the key term.
Overall, Buffy felt a sense of satisfaction from Anita’s pain. True, she had originally come to St. Louis to save Spike, but after learning about what types of things had happened here and how a human woman could so easily commit such senseless crimes, Buffy was extremely grateful with tonight’s turnout.
Buffy grabbed Anita’s wrists and clasped the handcuffs on her. Anita’s head lifted up and one brown eye, soaked in sadness, peered between the tendrils of black curls.
“I guess I won’t have to be executed anymore, now that I no longer have any magic,” Anita said, a bit hesitantly.
“I know. You can just send me chocolate to thank me,” Buffy commented lightly, but her tone was edged with just a smidge of sharpness.
Anita spat at Buffy’s face. “I would rather be dead than be without my powers!”
Buffy stilled and calmly wiped the spittle off her chin. She jerked the woman to her feet and pulled her close.
“God, what is your mental defect?" she asked, scowling at the now-depowered woman. "You would rather be dead? Are you insane? You really want power that badly?”
Anita’s dark eyes lit with a hidden fire as she stared into Buffy’s eyes.
“You have no idea what it’s like in this world," she screamed indignantly, "– to be a woman, especially a petite one, to be smart but always having to prove yourself men that you can handle things. I’m nothing without all my powers. I need them.”
Her tone was so plaintive that Buffy may have almost felt pity once again for the former necromancer – but since the bitch spit in her face, she was *definitely* not.
“Excuse me? We may have taken your powers, you idiot, but you still have your eyeballs.” With one hand, Buffy motioned up and down at herself like Vanna White. “I’m only five foot two. My name is Buffy. I used to be a cheerleader and still have the bouncy hair of one. I’m smart, but I always got crappy grades because I didn’t think school was a huge priority since I was a little too busy battling the forces of darkness.
"You think *you* have it rough?” she half-growled.
Buffy grasped Anita’s chin and the woman winced from the amount of strength in the slayer’s grip. “Except, whereas I dealt appropriately - *by slaying vampires* - you got in cahoots with them and stayed even though you knew the evil things they did, 'cause you liked your power trips too much. Well, guess what? We’ve got just a slight detour before your last trip- the one to the big house.”
Buffy dragged Anita by her handcuffs to where Nathaniel was and dumped her.
“So Sergeant Dolph- I guess it’s time for Jean-Claude now?” Buffy asked brightly.
Dolph’s thin smile widened. He had been so relieved that no one would need to kill Anita – Yes, she made him mad as hell - a part of him even hated her. But another part blamed himself for getting her involved with the monsters in the first part. He would not have been able to live with himself if she died because of a tactical error he'd made years earlier by asking for her help.
Jean-Claude, on the other hand… Well, he could not wait to see that bastard go up in smoke.
“He’s all yours, Ms. Summers. However your team would like to get rid of him.”
Anita’s eyes widened in horror and terror as they locked with Jean-Claude‘s. His face remained impassive but his eyes hid his sadness. Asher growled and, even though he was wrapped with heavy chains, had to be restrained by Jason.
“No, no. Please don’t,” Anita whimpered, too tired mentally and physically to yell or threaten.
Ignoring her, Buffy looked at Faith. “You or me?” she asked.
Faith chewed her lip in thought. “Well, since you were busy with the Patron Saint of Skankiness, you didn’t get to kill as many vamps as me, so it would only be fair if you got him.”
Buffy grinned. “Sounds good to me.”
“Well,” Xander said with a drawl. “Look at you girls playing nice. This is like a Kodak moment.”
Simultaneously, they stuck out their tongues at him and glared.
“Quiet, Hyena Man,” Faith said as she threw a narrow-eyed glare at him.
“Now just wait a bloody minute!" Spike broke in.
"You can’t kill that soddin’ wanker! I’ve had to put up with him for six bloody months and I’ve been wanting to kill him the whole time!” Spike declared fervently.
With a roll of her eyes, Buffy turned to him. “Yeah, and we flew three thousand miles to come save *you*, Spike. And we got stabbed, and punched, and *choked* in the process.”
Spike’s head lowered shamefully before he met her eyes again.
“I’m sorry about that, pet. I would have stopped if I could’ve.”
Their gazes locked for a moment as Buffy studied him. “I know,” she said softly.
“But I still get to kill the Master,” she said in a louder voice. "It's one of the perks of being the leader."
Spike pursed his lips but then nodded his agreement. “Bloody fine. But I want to kill the other poofy shirted bastard.”
Buffy’s lips quirked up into a smile. “That would be fine. Where’s a sword? Mine got lost somewhere”
“Here ya go!” Dawn offered with a bright smile as she held up one.
With narrowed eyes, Buffy took the offered blade. “And just what were you doing with a sword? You know you haven’t reached your training level back at the Academy to be allowed to use one.”
“I found it!” Dawn cried out defensively and crossed her arms. “Besides, I don’t need a sword. I kill baddies by calling up Greek Gods. That‘s how I took care of that Elizabeth chick.”
“Wha-what?” Buffy sputtered. She looked at Giles expectantly.
He sighed as he pulled off his glances to begin cleaning them. “Don’t bloody well look at me. She’s made from your blood, and apparently with it, she inherited both your lack of impulse control and your bloody respect for authority.”
Buffy sighed and thought better than to continue the conversation. She walked up to Jean-Claude who was cast in iron chains and held down by Richard, Rafael, the blond-haired female wererat, and Sylvie. The other weres clustered around, except for Jason who held back Asher.
“Any last words, Jean-Claude?” Buffy asked with an insincere sweet smile.
“I love you, Anita, forever. Remember that. And Asher, I will always love you as well.” Now no fear or sadness hid in his eyes, only steely resolve.
Buffy frowned. “Now that was unrepentantly sweet. Who would have known you had a heart? Hmm. Guess I should check to make sure.”
Her sword flashed downwards and speared Jean-Claude’s heart. Anita, Nathaniel, and Asher all cried out in grief. Jean-Claude’s mouth widened to let out one final breath and his eyes froze in an anguished expression.
“Guess you had one after all,” Buffy murmured. She then pulled the sword out and promptly hacked off Jean-Claude’s head, which tumbled behind him, as a spray of blood shot out, covering the four weres and Buffy.
“Ooops, sorry guys. Guess slayage is like Sea World- the first row gets soaked,” she quipped.
There was a flash of movement to the side and suddenly Asher was at the exit holding Jason in a stranglehold. “Come after me and the wolf dies,” he declared before anyone moved.
His murderous gaze turned in Buffy’s direction. “I will have my revenge, Slayer.”
Then his eyes found Anita. “Anita, my sweet, you are safe for now. Someday, I will return for you.” Then he ran backwards as he held Jason in front of him.
Rafael went into immediate security guy mode as he barked out orders to his rats, the wolves, and the hyenas to head to the roof and other exits in order to monitor Asher’s escape. Soon, all the weres were gone except for Rafael, Richard, and Nathaniel.
Richard’s head lowered and Buffy ran her hand across his upper back to soothe her.
“We’ll get him back, Richard,” she said consolingly.
Deep chocolate eyes stared back at her. “I hope so. I don’t think Asher would ever harm Jason- the boy meant too much to Jean-Claude. In fact, I had to literally order Jason to fight because he didn’t want to hurt Jean-Claude or Asher. But who knows?”
She drew her hand across and held his shoulder. “It will work out.”
His lips curved into a shy smile as he took her hand off his shoulder and held it. “Thanks to you, a lot of things have been worked out. You cannot imagine how free I feel- all thanks to you.”
She shrugged nonchalantly. “It was your decision. I’m just glad you decided to trust us. Who knows what might have happened if you and your wolves fought on their side.”
Richard let out a deep laugh and his eyes twinkled with mirth. “You probably would have kicked our ass,” he said as his arm swept out to showcase the room covered with blood and body parts.
“Well…Yeah,” she commented with a wink and a laugh.
His expression immediately sobered up. “I should go and speak to Sylvie and inform the pack about what happened tonight. Will you be leaving soon, now?”
Buffy found her eyes straying to a bleached blond head that was staring at her.
“Not really sure yet," she replied. "I guess we have clean-up control and the legal things to deal with.”
“Well, just let me know,” he said with a smile before he turned and left.
Dolph directed Larry and Xander to carry Anita to his squad car and for Rafael and Andrew to transport Nathaniel there. He turned to Giles and shook his hand.
“Thank you, Rupert. This didn’t work out as I had imagined, but the job got done, anyway.”
Giles smiled at the man. “It always seems to work that way for us. Thank you for your cooperation. I trust that the actions of the slayers tonight will quickly invalidate those pesky terrorist labels?”
Dolph nodded. “My man on the inside of the system promised it.”
“Excellent,” Giles said as his new associate exited the room.
“Thank you,” Willow smiled at Tammy as they began making their goodbyes. “The spells tonight may not have worked without you.”
Tammy chuckled. “Trust me, I'm sure they would have.” She gave a low whistle. “I have never participated in anything like this before, but one thing is for sure- you’ve got some power in you.”
Willow’s cheeks reddened. “Oh no, I don’t-”
“Don’t mind her,” Dawn interrupted. “She’s not good with people getting all compliment-y on her. But you’ve got your own set of skills, a bit different from ours. Maybe we should get together and compare notes about how they're developing, sometime?”
Tammy’s smile widened. “I’d like that.”
“So, thanks for not trying to kill me or my friends,” Faith said with a grin towards Wicked and Truth.
The two vampires laughed and Truth gave her a sly wink. “Of course. And now that those chains are no longer needed, perhaps you would like to accompany us somewhere more private before dawn breaks?”
Faith balked at their intense looks. She had been joking, after all!
“Uh, well,” she floundered uncertainly. Dammit! She really hated being in a relationship sometimes. Then Robin’s face flashed through her mind. Dammit. She loved him, no question about it, she now realized. And as pretty as these two undead heartthrobs were…
“I’m sorry. I actually have a boyfriend,” she admitted with a wince.
The brothers exchanged a look and sighed in unison. “I feared she was too good to be true, brother.”
“How true, Truth. Ah well, it is better to have lusted, then to have never lusted at all.”
Faith laughed at his absurd comment. “So, friends?” She stuck her hand out to shake theirs.
Wicked raised his brow in clear disdain. “Dear Faith, vampires do not shake hands.” She started to retrieve her hand but he caught it in a flash. “But we would be happy to continue our friendship.” He bent down and kissed her hand.
Truth seized her hand next and brushed his lips against it, also. “And hopefully that friendship will include more sparring? It has been too long since we have been able to measure ourselves against anyone as skilled as you.”
Faith eyed the two vampires before her and grinned. “Sounds good to me.”
“Wonderful. And perhaps you could spar in one of those little gym shorts and sports bra outfits you mortals tend to favor?” cracked Wicked.
She bit back a laugh and gave a mock-glare. “Maybe. As long as Truth, here, doesn’t try to wear any puffy shirts.”
With the sunrise approaching, soon everyone was packing up and heading back to the cars, until only Buffy and Spike were left. He was sitting in the shadows on the staircase and eyed her approach.
“Leaving so soon, Slayer?” he asked.
Buffy bit her lip. She was bruised, covered with splatters of blood, and damn tired. Although she normally lived to talk, it was just not in the cards right now.
“It’s late," she noted. "Well, I guess it’s technically early, now. Any-hoo, I’m exhausted, Spike.”
She started to walk past him but he stood up to block her exit.
“Dammit, Spike,” she muttered in frustration. “I’m not Talk-y Girl right now.”
“It’ll just take a moment.”
Her eyes found their way back to his own and her anger subsided somewhat. His eyes were so loving that she found she couldn’t stay annoyed. It bothered her, in a way, that he was back, because she feared what havoc he could wreak on her personal life. A part of her, albeit a small part, still loved him.
Spike took a deep breath- which she always found amusing since vampires didn’t need to breath.
“Thank you, Buffy, for coming for me. I used to dream that you would, but I never expected it.” His hands came up to tenderly grasp her shoulders.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about dreaming about me anymore, because now you’re free,” she said lightly, feeling suddenly awkward, but pleased at the same time to feel his touch.
He gave her a smoldering look. “I will never stop dreaming about you.”
She licked her lips, which suddenly felt dry. “Spike, I-”
He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, Slayer. There’s no need for any sort of announcements tonight. I just wanted to thank you for- er- saving me.” He frowned. “That *really* doesn’t roll off the tongue.”
“What? You don’t like the fact that you were rescued by a girl?” she teased, the atmosphere suddenly feeling lighter.
“Oh, sod off, Slayer. I did my own bit of killing, thank you very much,” he stated defensively.
Buffy grinned suddenly as a thought struck her. “Uh-huh. Guess since I rescued you, I’m your knight in shining armor, huh, Spike? So that makes you the princess, doesn't it?” she asked with a wide smile as she eased past his sputtering form and began ascending the stairs.
“What? No, no, I’m not.” Spike declared indignantly. He began following her up the stairs. “You take that back! That makes me sound like one of those poofy vampires that you took out tonight.”
“I don’t know, Spike. I bet you would look nice in a dress,” Buffy joked.
“Well, yeah,” he called up, “I look bloody brilliant in just about anything, you know!”
“Oh, you are so arrogant.” Buffy rolled her eyes and headed to the car.
Some things never change.
And for some reason, she found that extremely reassuring.
The next chapter is the epilogue where we discover what happened to Asher, Jason and Nathaniel, where Anita is now, and what the Scoobies are doing now, and how America has changed for the better…
One Clue for the final chapter: One of the Scoobies is dating someone… Can you guess who??? ;)
Until then next time, let me know what you think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1. Damian (staked)-- Faith
2. Valentina (ratted and squashed) -- Dawn
3. Nathaniel’s creepy hair -- Spike
4. London (Decapitated) -- Buffy
5. Caleb (Eviscerated) -- Buffy
6. Elizabeth (Killed by the North Wind God through flaying) - Dawn
7. Narcissus (Castrated, Stabbed in the heart) -- Andrew
8. Crispin (Eviscerated) -- Xander
9. Domino (Eviscerated)-- Sylvie
10. Requiem (Eyeballs ripped out, tongue ripped out, decapitated) -- Faith
11. Byron (Magically burned) -- Spike
12. Micah (Throat ripped out and munched on) -- Richard
13. Haven (Stabbed in the throat)-- Xander, with an assist by Andrew
14. Jean-Claude (Heart stabbed, decapitated)-- Buffy
--JC got only ONE ‘Redeem’ vote and (drum roll please!): 28 ‘Kill’ Votes! Which worked out wonderfully because I wanted to take him out. Yay!!! I’ve heard that no one has read many stories (if any) where JC gets killed so I was happy to provide an alternative to your typical Anita-verse story :) Although, I have to say… as I was writing this chapter I began to feel kinda bad for killing him off… Oh well though.
--Richard got SIX ‘Kill’ votes and (drum roll please!): 16 ‘Redeem’ Votes! That also worked out well because I wanted to redeem our poor wolf boy :)
--Anita was really close… She got 13 ‘Redeem’ Votes and 17 ‘Kill’ votes. However, this is a revenge fic and while writing this chapter I thought the worst possible thing for Anita was to lose everything she had gained in the series, plus some. I hope you like the way things went for her, even if it didn’t quite follow the votes :)
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