EpilogueDisclaimer: See previous chapters.
“...Let’s see if I got this straight,” Buffy said some time later, as they were back at the HQ. “The goblins – or whatever they are, I don’t care – learned about the presence of Gamaune first and decided to do something about it.”
“Correct,” Faith nodded sagely. “Since Wolfram & Hart has no push with them, and vice versa, they went at it by their own means – by magically compelling Gabriel Porter somehow to come here. The rest... well, we know the rest already.”
“Yeah, I can imagine,” Buffy nodded, grimacing. “Giles, any concrete information on Porter in the older files of our own?”
“Some,” Giles admitted, “but only sketchy. He has been active in the Mediterranean for a while, but eventually, it was suggested, he went back to America, i.e. here.”
“And now he’s on the loose. Great. What we didn’t require – a new vampire with personality on our hands,” Buffy growled.
“Sorry, B,” Faith shrugged, semi-apologetically. “I forget that a vampire of his age can run as fast as an average horse, faster than an average Vampire Slayer...or even an above-average one, if she’s caught flat-footed...”
“I was not,” Buffy protested, but only half-heartedly. “Fine, whatever. I was. One last question – why-“
Buffy didn’t finish: there was a meek knock on the front door. “Come in,” Buffy grumbled, before catching the disapproving looks of the others. “What? It’s not like this is a private home, remember? And it’s probably just Xander and Melusine back from their date...”
Buffy trailed away. The girl, who meekly slithered (for the lack of a better word) inside was a complete stranger, complete with a skinny, delicate-looking build and very exotic-looking features, rather Hindu or Pakistani-like. “Hi,” she said, “ah, Faith?”
“Hey, Kara,” Faith waved back as she got onto her feet. “Did Andraste do the paperwork?”
“Yes, and thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!” Quickly the girl jumped to the Vampire Slayer and gave her an enthusiastic hug. “Thank you for saving my life and all! If you ever need a discount- you have my card-“
“Yeah, yeah,” Faith muttered bemusedly, “you’re welcome. That’s what we do. What?” she turned to Buffy and Giles. “Consider this a look on your spiel about heroes from the audience’s point of view, savvy?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Buffy replied, grinning back, “we do. Kara, nice to meet you.”
Kara just smiled at her, her eyes shiny with tears of gratitude. Clearly, for all of her tough talk, Faith did have a softer, heroic side, and today it resulted in saving a life.
Buffy smiled to herself. Life was good – at least for the moment.End