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Blood Red Revenge

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This story is No. 3 in the series "Red Death and Magic Tricks". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Third and final story in the Red Death and Magic Tricks series. An old enemy of the Scoobies forms an unholy alliance with an old enemy of the CBI with one aim in mind: vengeance.

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Television > Mentalist, TheLakshmibaiFR131213,7392399,93221 Jun 1020 Jul 10Yes

Chapter Ten

A/N: Just one chapter left after this one. And yes, as several reviewers have suggested, Dru's not quite done with our favourite Mentalist just yet....



Buffy and Willow were sitting next to each other in the waiting room, holding hands. Xander had been taken away, protesting as he went, for an X-Ray on his hip. Lisbon hesitated at the door, once again almost unable to believe that two girls, who looked too fragile to do any heavy lifting, were two of the most feared supernatural warriors in the world. If it hadn’t been for the hard evidence of her own eyes, she still wouldn’t believe it.

“You wanted a word?”

Willow looked like she was hiding a smile at Lisbon’s tone, but Buffy stiffened. “Just a quick chat before we head off.” Buffy gave her a bright smile. “You might want to start with thanks.”

Lisbon sighed and sat down. “I am grateful to you, I swear. You’ve saved Jane’s life at least twice now, more if you count our trip to Cleveland earlier this year. It’s just...”

“It’s just that you wish you didn’t know about vamps, and demons and monsters,” Willow said with a grin. “It’s OK. We’ve all had our moments like that. You’re lucky, you get to walk away from this and you might never have to deal with it again.” What Willow left deliberately unspoken was that Buffy didn’t have that choice. Lisbon sighed again.

“You’re right; I’m sorry. And I am truly grateful that you came to help out.”

Buffy smiled easily. “No biggie. So, did your boss accept the story that Blue John kidnapped Jane and you saved him all by yourselves?”

Red John,” Lisbon corrected with a smile. “And yes, she did. I feel a little guilty for the credit we seem to be getting for closing the case. It was all you, really.”

“Can’t get a medal for killing vamps,” Buffy said with a grin. “You’ll just owe us a favour.”

“I had a feeling you were going to say that,” Lisbon muttered. Slightly louder, she said, “So you’re leaving soon?” And she tried hard not to sound as though that was a relief.

Buffy and Willow exchanged careful looks. “We’ll be about for a couple of days longer, but then we have places to be, shops to visit.” Xander reappeared at that moment, in a wheelchair and looking highly displeased to be in a chair. “Xan? Are you OK?”

“Fine, Buff. Just fine,” he grinned at them.

Lisbon missed the significance of what happened next, but Willow pointed at her expression and said quietly, “Resolve Face.”

Whatever that meant, it made Xander sigh in defeat. “OK, it’s a greenstick fracture of the femur. I should be good as new in six to eight weeks. Really and truly, it’s hardly worth writing home about. I got worse last time I had to train with Faith.”

“Sure you did,” Willow said with a grin. “Now let’s go get something to eat. I’m starving. All this slaying gives me serious munchies.”

“Wills! You sat in a car! I’m the one with the munchies,” Buffy pointed out, as she steered Xander’s chair out of the door, leaving Lisbon alone in the waiting room, listening to their friendly banter fade down the hallway. She was grateful for all their help, but she couldn’t deny that she was pleased that they were leaving. After all, there was nothing left for them to do now. Nothing that she could think of, anyway.



The next time Patrick woke up, he felt much better, even up to trying some of the hospital food. He lay there, glad that the lights in the hospital stayed on all the time, even though it made it difficult to tell what time of day it was. He estimated that it was late at night, as he saw far fewer orderlies and nurses walking past. Cho had stuck his head in, told him that the night shift guards would be from another CBI team and would be around, so he was feeling safe and secure.

And then Drusilla opened the door and calmly walked in.

He lunged for the call button, but she moved like a viper and seized his wrists in an unbreakable grip. “No, no, no,” she chided him gently. “We don’t want anyone to interrupt our wedding.”

“Wedding?” And to his shame, he heard his voice break with fear.

“I lost my new Daddy,” she told him sadly. “I went back but he had gone. Poof! Just like the others. But you won’t go away,” she said with a smile. “You’ll stay with me.” He looked down, away from her mad eyes and saw the red stain that was slowly spreading across his stomach. Drusilla noticed his gaze and shook his violently, making his head swim. “Naughty puppy! Mustn’t look at Mummy’s tummy. She’ll be all better soon.”

“The Slayer’s here,” he told her, trying to distract her. “She’ll be here soon.”

“And then she can meet my new puppy. All mine. All mine to train. I’ve never had a blond puppy before. Not a natural blond anyway. I checked,” she added with a wicked, lascivious grin, as she looked him up and down.

And despite the seriousness of the situation, Patrick blushed to the roots of his natural blond hair.

“All mine.” She morphed into her vampire face, bared her fangs and leaned forward and Patrick closed his eyes, waiting for the pain and decided to die. Whatever happened, he promised himself, he would not let her turn him into a monster.

“What’s this? A dinner party, and you didn’t invite me? I’m hurt, Dru.” Buffy stood casually in the doorway, leaning on the frame. Patrick had never been so pleased to see anyone.

“You!” Drusilla dropped Patrick and turned to face the Slayer. “I hate you! You took my lovely Spike and castrated him, made him less than he should have been.”

“So you do remember me. Huh. Well, now I’m really insulted,” Buffy grinned. Drusilla snarled and leapt at the Slayer, who parried her blows with ease before landing a kick that sent the vampire across the room, slamming her into the wall. “Oh come on, Dru! I thought this was going to be much harder.”

Drusilla was up instantly, but not before Buffy had vaulted over Patrick’s bed and stood in front of her. She landed four quick punches to the vampire’s already wounded stomach and Drusilla let out a howl of pain that made her sound almost human. Buffy hauled her to her feet with one hand and produced a stake in the other.

“Maybe I should feel sorry for you,” she told the vampire coldly. “I know what made you the way you are. But now, you’re as bad as anything I’ve ever seen and I’m not sorry to do this.” She leaned forward slightly and plunged the stake into Drusilla’s heart, watching emotionlessly as the vampire’s expression froze, leaving them with one last look at her horrified face, before she exploded into dust.

Buffy turned around and smiled at Patrick. “Do you have any of that green jello left? That one was always my favourite.”
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