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Summary: How exactly did Xander end up cutting a deal with the Order of Taraka to stop The Mayor and Faith?

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Action/Adventure > Xander-CenteredzTiamaTzFR1822,94532013,79925 Mar 111 Apr 11No

The Offer

Title: Let's Make a Deal

Author: zTiamaTz

Email: WMullen78@Yahoo.com

Beta By: Starway Man


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THE OFFER
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When the big guy actually growled at hearing the A-word, I was guessing they had heard of Ascensions. Now, I had a chance to actually get out of this with my hide intact.

Good ol’ Red Eyes came at me from the side, gripping me by the front of my shirt, and slamming me against the alley wall. "What do you know about an Ascension?"

With the two of us practically nose-to-nose, I grinned in his face. "Well, funny thing. If I'm going to die, I've got no reason to tell you, do I?"

"Old Ones are bad for business," Big Guy stated simply.

"That they are, my friend," Red Eyes replied over his shoulder, before turning back to my still-grinning face. "Mister Harris, I can assure you right now, that if you are attempting to play games with us, you have just traded a relatively painless bullet in the head for a very painful end."

I had my way out, and as a bonus, I had also found a way to get rid of this year's Big Bad. This had turned out a lot better then I had expected.

"I'm not dicking around with you guys, and to prove it, I'll make a blood pact with you - right now."

Red Eyes suddenly let go of my shirt and stepped back. From the look on his face, I really doubted either one of them had expected something like this to go down, especially over a simple ring retrieval.

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I'd read about the Order guys when Giles had first told us about them. I had never expected to kill one back then, I did it just to see if there was any way I could help Buffy out. So sue me, in those days I thought that if I just tried hard enough and waited long enough for her to get over the walking corpse, she’d eventually become Mrs. Buffy Harris.

I know, I know: fat chance of that ever happening in hindsight, which is always 20-20. But be that as it may, one of the things I had found out during my stint as Research Boy just happened to be the Order’s use of blood pacts.

There was apparently more to it than just the magicks, but basically, two people cut their hands open and shake, while making a mystical agreement. If the agreement was ever broken by either party, then that person would die in a horrible way that was never really made clear in the book I'd read.

The Tarakans used them extensively to keep their members toeing the line, along with some useful associates of the Order. Considering the info I had, I figured it made me pretty damn useful to them...

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"What exactly is the pact you wish to make, young one?" the large Tarakan asked, as he approached me.

"It's pretty simple: I give you the rings and all the info I have on the upcoming Ascension, and in return you - plus anyone and everyone even remotely associated with the Order - leave me and the rest of my friends alone, not to mention alive and in good health."

The two looked at each other, and the huge man nodded. After that, Red Eyes turned back to me with a smirk on his face, and I got the sudden nasty feeling I wasn't getting everything I'd hoped for here.

"Acceptable, but this agreement only pertains to the current situation. If future individuals wish to take out a contract on yours, or the others' heads, we will accept them."

I thought about that for a second. I could either start a war with these two right now, or agree to those terms. While there was a chance one of our future enemies could put out a hit on one of us, this was a guaranteed out, right now.

"Agreed," I told them, as I reached into my pocket. Seeing them tense up, I pulled my hand back. "Just grabbing my knife is all..."

"Slowly." He warned.

"Sure thing, Big Guy." I pulled out my Spyderco military knife. I'd picked it up from the same store that Buffy and Faith had broken into awhile back. "By the way, have you guys got names? At the moment, all I’ve got is Big Guy and Red Eyes."

"You may call us Mister Port," Red Eyes told me, before nodding to the big guy. "And Mister Storm."

I looked back and forth between the two as I unfolded my knife. "I get the meaning behind them, but, uh, I have to admit - it doesn't exactly elicit the terror you'd expect from the Order of Taraka."

Storm cracked a grin for the first time, showing off some very nasty teeth. "We are part of the reclamations division, Mister Harris. If the Order of Taraka were to become public knowledge, there would be...problems."

"Gotcha, right. Now, how exactly do we do this?" I asked nervously, as I watched Mister Port draw what looked to be a small machete from his boot. "I mean, the book I read was kinda vague on the fine details."

"Tell me, then, Mister Harris, are you a squeamish man?" the smaller Tarakan asked, with that same smirk from before.

I couldn't help but wonder if it was too late for second thoughts.

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I sucked in a breath as Mister Port wrapped a handkerchief around my still-bleeding left hand. Holy fuck - that had hurt like hell, but I wasn't going to look like a pansy in front of these guys.

The pact itself had been pretty straight-forward, the cutting, the handshake, exactly like I had expected. But instead of just saying what our agreement was, each of us had to recite a very long, very boring speech with words I couldn't even pronounce properly.

I'd had to try three times before I got the whole thing right, but it had finally worked. There had been a flash of blue light, and then something like an electric shock that had run up my arm and through my body.

It hadn't been the most pleasant thing that I'd ever endured, but this was Sunnydale, so I was sure there were worse things in my future. Assuming that I actually lived much longer. "Okay guys, now that that's done, what do you want to hear about first?"

"The rings, where are they?"

"I've got one back at my house, Buffy and Angel either have one or both of them. I'm not sure which of them have what, but it'll be pretty easy to find out."

"And how do you intend to do that, Mister Harris?" Port questioned.

"Simple," I told them with a grin. "Angel and I are going to have a nice little chat about the matter."

"The vampire you refer to is over two hundred and fifty years old. No one is quite sure how long he spent in Hell, but we estimate it was at least a century: possibly more. Soul or not, he is still one of the most vicious creatures to ever walk the earth."

"Yeah, but unlike Buffy, if he's got to bleed a bit for me to get the point across, then I'm okay with that."

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A/N: If you guys have a chance, please check out my much under-loved story: 'What's A California'. Let me know what you think, thanks.

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