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Even though the Summer’s house was full of girls it was strangely silent. It felt as if something profound had just happened. It felt as if someone had just died but all the potentials were well and accounted for. Giles didn’t know what to make of it. The girls were all upstairs moping on the couch. Some of them were crying. They carried a sadness they could not name.
Giles met with Robin in the in the cold damp basement. Buffy worried him. He had seen her become more powerful than any slayer that ever lived. He had seen her burn a blood zombie in mid air with a wave of her hand. Her eyes were wide, cold and unblinking. Giles knew she had trouble remembering that she was human. He was worried about her. He had not been this worried about her since she killed Willow with her bare hands.
Robin slowly made his way down the stairs. His brown skin glistened under the stark glow of the single light bulb that illuminated the dank basement. He had been out earlier patrolling for vampires. He had worked up a sweat. Robin Wood was a solidly built man in his mid thirties. He came to Sunnydale posing as a school principle. He came to Sunnydale to spy on Buffy. He wanted to see what sort of woman she was. Robin Wood was the son of a slayer. He’d lost his mother when he was a child. She was killed by a blond vampire years ago. As his revenge, Robin made a vow to kill every evil thing that came across his path. His blood hunt was still incomplete and it would be until he killed the thing that killed his mother.
“Have you seen Buffy yet?” Giles asked him.
“No.” Robin said. “I came directly here when I got your message.”
Giles spoke. His words were nervous. Robin could swear he saw fear on the Watchers face.
“Tonight, Buffy faced a legend.” He said. Giles explained the mythos of the blood zombie to Robin. “She’s changed and I don’t know if I can change her back. “ Giles removed his glasses and cleaned them with a small white cloth. “Buffy is no longer just a slayer. She is the synthesis of slayer and alien.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Robin asked. “We’re still at war with the First. If Buffy is now some type of super slayer then…”
“Buffy has the blood memories of a species that gestates inside a living human host, bursts out of them at birth killing them instantly. It stands nearly eight feet tall, has polysilicon skin and acid for blood. It reproduces by rape. They are a species that considers all other life in the universe as female, simply host bodies to be impregnated. The source of them is the queen that starts their reproductive cycle. Buffy thinks she is one of their queens.” Robin didn’t know what to say. Buffy sounded worst than the demons.
“For now, Buffy wants to protect the planet. “ Giles said. “She considers this whole world her hive.”
“What can I do?” Robin asked. He didn’t believe half of what Giles said. He would go upstairs to see Buffy himself when this was over. Talk of aliens and blood memories was unimportant to him. All he cared about right now was defeating the bringers and ending the First.
“If the time comes, I need to know you stand with us if we have to move against Buffy.” Giles said. Robin nodded his head. After a few minutes the meeting ended. Robin returned upstairs to speak with Buffy.
There was a stirring in the shadows. A man with blonde hair and sharp cheekbones appeared. Spike came out of the shadows in the basement and walked up to Giles. He had heard everything said to Robin.
“So you think you can trust him?” Spike asked.
“It’s not him I’m worried about.” Giles said. Spike had been debriefed on the situation with Buffy soon after the death of Willow. “I’m convinced that Buffy has become a danger to us all.” Giles whispered. “She has the mystical powers of the slayer combined with billions of years of alien memories.” Spike looked at him. He had a hard time understanding what Buffy had become.
“Be careful of her.” Giles warned. “She may no longer see you as a ally.“ Spike understood. Even though it hurt him to consider going against the slayer he knew that soon he may be at war with Buffy. They head potentials scurrying down the stairs. Caridad peeked her head over the stairs.
“Mr. Giles!” she yelled.
“Yes?” Giles answered.
“It’s Buffy. She’s gone!”
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” Eve muttered to herself as she paced back and forth in Angel’s office. Gunn and Angel watched her with no small level of amusement.
“I think she’s broken.” said Gunn. He was dressed in faded blue jeans and a green tee shirt. The boss had called him in on a Saturday. He made a choice to dress casual. “I think being the butt monkey for a prime source of evil has finally gotten to her.”
“She was damaged before she got here.” Angel said referring to the liaison to the Senior Partners. Eve heard him. She stopped dead in the center of the room and stared at them with eyes that held a mixture of contempt and fear. The world was coming to an end and these two clowns sat and make jokes. She marched up to Angel. Her face was red.
“Everyone on Earth is about to die!” she said. Angel and Gunn looked at her with dumb puppy dog expressions. Eve rolled her eyes. “I have it from very good sources that the Yautja have launched a major blood feud against the senior partners. This is not a hunt. They don’t want trophies. They want to find the senior partners and kill them, kill them all.”
Angel and Gunn looked at each other. “Sounds like these guys are doing our job for us.” Angel said. Eve wondered if Angel was stupid.
“You don’t remember anything Holland Manners told you?” Eve asked. Angel searched his mind. His encounter with the previous CEO of Wolfram and Hart was a long time ago.
“Remember that little elevator trip you took with Holland Manners? Remember where it ended? The senior partners are in the hearts and mind of every single person on the planet.”
“So?” said Angel. Eve’s palm slammed down on his desk.
“You idiot! The home office of the senior partners is Earth!” It took Angel and Gunn a moment to put the pieces together.
“Surely the senior partners can defend themselves?” Angel asked.
“That’s what I’m worried about.” Said Eve as she resumed her pacing. “An all out, no holds barred war between the senior partner and the Yautja will leave the Earth a smoking hole in space.” Eve stopped pacing long enough to inform Angel.
“The senior partners are working on a defense now. But understand this Angel. The senior partners and the home office are not the same thing. Earth is just where they do business.” Eve looked at him.
“Understood.” Said Angel. Eve was telling him that the Earth was expendable.
She stood outside of the new and improved Sunnydale high. Soft warm wind blew across Buffy’s skin. She could feel the air stirring her hair. She could feel the elder energies of the hellmouth speaking to her. She knew there was a dimensional portal beneath the school and she knew the monsters that guarded it. Buffy was no longer Buffy. She considered herself the body and flesh unification of Hive and as such her primary duty was to keep the Hive safe for her brood.
She held the scythe in her hand. It was covered in the blood of the bringers. She had no problem taking what belonged to her. It was child’s play slaughtering Caleb. Even with the power of the First coursing through him he was no match for Buffy’s magics.
Blood splattered from the scythe as she slung it over her shoulder. She marched towards the school. Her plan was simple. She would open the hellmouth, go down into it, and eliminate the thousands of Turok-han that lay beneath.