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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, TheLakshmibaiFR131213,7392399,93121 Jun 1020 Jul 10Yes

Chapter Seven

A/N: Deep apologies for not posting earlier - this whole fic is written, but just needs a little editing to make sure it all makes sense. Family descended on my house this week, though, making it impossible for me to get anything done!



Buffy studied the warehouse carefully. It was the only one in the row that had seen any activity over the last two hours, ever since the sun had gone down. It had to be where they were keeping Jane. Another chance to get Drusilla. Buffy took a deep breath. This time she was going to get her back for killing Kendra. She only hoped she didn’t have to take revenge for whatever they had been doing to Patrick Jane as well.

She slipped silently back to the cars that had driven them down to Elk Grove. “The way I see it, there’s two ways in – front and back. We’re going to have to hit them both at the same time unless we want to give anyone an easy escape route.”

“We could be walking into a trap,” Cho said. “Red John must know we’ll come looking for Jane. What if they’re waiting?”

“Then we fight better than they do,” Buffy said, her voice cold and hard. “It might be a trap, but we’ll be on our guard for that. Will, you stay here. I want you out of the way, ready to call for more help if we get in trouble, OK?”

The redhead nodded. “Got it, Buffy.”

“Xander, you take the back entrance.” At his sudden grin, she rolled her eyes. “Not like that, and don’t be disgusting!”

“Back door, got it, Buff,” he agreed, still grinning.

“The CBI will be going in with you. I’ll make an entrance and provide a distraction, while you guys find Patrick and get him out of there. Then, and only then, do we hunt down Dru.”

“What about Red John?” Lisbon asked. “We have to arrest him if we can.”

“That’s not our priority though,” Buffy said. “Our main job tonight is to rescue Patrick. If we get to take down Dru and this Red Jim guy, that’s great. But that’s not what we’re here to do.”

“Agreed.” The more time she spent with the petite blonde, the more Lisbon liked her practical nature, despite her apparent inability to remember names.

“Everyone remember their lesson in how to kill vampires?” Xander asked, passing around the stakes.

“Yeah: the pointy end goes into the heart and the vamp goes poof,” Rigsby remembered.

“What?”

“Well, that was how Jess told it.”

“Not quite how I phrased it, but I guess it covers the main points,” Xander agreed with a grin.

“Everyone ready? Then let’s go.”




Patrick had passed through despair some time ago. Lisbon and the others would find him and then Drusilla would kill them. Somehow, he had to find a way to stop that happening. How he was going to achieve that, still chained up and weakened through blood loss, he hadn’t decided yet. If it meant he killed himself in the process, that was fine, just as long as his team didn’t get hurt.

Red John smiled at him, a cold, hard smile that only solidified Patrick’s utter hatred of the man. He was getting careless now, allowing Patrick to see him in the light, clearly sure that his plan would work, that he had nothing left to fear from the consultant. A tall man, younger than Patrick had expected with no hint of grey in his thick, dark hair. He had the coldest eyes Patrick had ever seen, and thin, cruel lips. After all this time, he was finally face to face with Red John and he was completely helpless.

“Poor Jane. You really didn’t see this coming, did you?” He sneered at his captive. “Well, very soon now, my lovely Drusilla and her friends are going to bring down your colleagues from that pitiful agency and kill them right here, right in front of you. Then she’s going to make me immortal and your last thoughts on this earth will be that you lost. I will have finally won, Patrick. I will be immortal, with nothing and no one who can stop me and you will be nothing but a pleasant memory.”

“You haven’t won yet,” he told Red John. “Maybe I’ll give you indigestion.”

“Still cracking jokes, eh? Maybe I will get Drusilla to show you your daughter before you die,” Red John said and Patrick froze. “Would you like that? Would you like to see her again? She really was a little angel. She could ask you why her daddy didn’t do anything to save her.”

“No. Not that.” Patrick shook his head desperately. “Please, not that.” It had been bad enough to see Nicky, but his daughter... Anger bloomed hot and hard inside him, but he did his best to hide it, to seem broken.

“Yes. I think that would be a fitting punishment for you.” He laughed softly. “I remember her so well, you know.”

“No! I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?” Red John tapped his lips contemplatively. “Will you beg?”

“What?”

“Will you beg on bended knee for my mercy?”

“Yes! Yes, of course!” That’s it, Patrick thought, making sure nothing showed on his face but desperation. “Anything.”

“Very well then.” Red John called Drusilla down to the basement. “You’ll enjoy this, dearest.”

“His friends are outside,” Drusilla said. “I don’t like them. I want them dead!”

“Soon, dearest, very soon. First, let’s get Patrick to beg.” He unhooked the shackles that tied Patrick to the hook in the ceiling, and laughed as Patrick collapsed to the floor, too weak to properly support himself. His wrists were still chained together, but that would work in his favour, he thought grimly. If he was going to die, he was going to take Red John with him.



Lisbon held her stake ready, feeling a little foolish as that was her only weapon. Sure, she had her gun with her, but it was of no real use to her, not against vampires. Still, she stood next to Xander, about to walk into a nest of the damned things and made sure none of her fear showed on her face.

“Everyone ready?” There was a chorus of quiet ‘yes, boss’ and she nodded. “Then let’s do this.”

They heard the front door of the warehouse slam open as Buffy made her entrance. The Slayer laughed loudly at the general confusion that her entrance caused and said, “What? No one wants to be first? OK. I’ll pick.”

“Now, let’s go,” Xander whispered, slipping through the back door. Inside, Buffy was at the centre of a crowd of vampires, dealing out death and destruction to anyone who came within her reach.

“Basement,” Lisbon noted, nodding towards the open door. “That’ll be where they’re keeping him.”

She slid over to the open door and took a deep breath and felt Xander step up beside her. “You ready?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be.”
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