Season 2 Episode 4
A/N: Thanks to all those commented that there should be some fall-out over the Glove Of Truth, a point I hadn’t considered.
Faith The Series S2 Ep 4 (15/???)
Petrograd, Russia – March 1917
All around women and children died as men fought, their blood staining the once white snow, the sound of gunfire and angry shouting filling the air. And from far-off a bearded man watched, a cruel smile parting his lips. “Excellent, oh excellent.”
“Is it going as you wished sir?”
“Yes it does Nicholas,” he was pleased when his master nodded even as he continued to laugh and stroke his beard. “You need to do just one thing for me now.”
“Oh yes sir?” he pulled his fur coat closer, desperate for any relief from the biting Russian winter. “What is that?”
“You can die.”
* * *
He chuckled when he dropped Nicholas’ corpse onto the snow. Just one body to add to all those dying today, but sometimes he liked the personal touch. “Time to move on,” he muttered. “Where next?” he chuckled to himself. “Ah yes, the New World, such potential.”
* * *
Sunnydale Oct ’98.
He smiled as he breathed in the night air, felt the Hellmouth pull at him. “All those souls,” he chuckled. “Oh the pain, I can hardly wait.” He looked around, a small smile tugging at his lips as he noted a car parked just up the lamp-lit lane. “Teenagers making-out.” He shook his head. “They could be using their time far more valuably.”
* * *
“You promise if I do this for you, you’ll dedicate a song to me at the show?”
“Harmony,” it was an effort but Devon managed to keep himself calm as he looked into the beautiful blonde’s cornflower blue eyes. Beautiful yes, but dim and irritating… If his position as lead singer of the Dingoes didn’t require a hot-looking chick on his arm at all times, he’d gladly go without for a couple of weeks just to get rid of her. “I promise.”
“Okay,” Harmony reached down and began unfastening his jeans. The cheerleader looked up, a sly look in her eyes. “This is the first time I’ve ever done this, maybe it’s worth two songs.”
Devon felt his temper snap. “The first time?” he laughed, a harsh bitter sound. “I doubt,” he grabbed the girl’s small chin in his hand and squeezed. “You can remember the first time.”
He was pleased to see tears well up in Harmony’s eyes. “Devon baby, you’re hurting me,” she whined.
”Not yet I am,” he replied before punching her square in the face. “But now,” he slammed another punch home, “I am.” Soon the car was filled with the blonde’s screams.
Harmony had been right, this was his most fun date ever.
* * *
“Hi G-Man,” Xander shuffled from foot to foot as the Englishman opened the door. “Is Faith in?”
“Yes, she’s upstairs doing her French homework,” the school librarian chuckled. “A sure sign of the apocalypse. You’re here to distract her I assume?”
He managed a weak smile before stepping into the hallway. He looked up when the Watcher took hold of him by his elbow. “What’s wrong son? You haven’t been around as often over the last fortnight.”
He opened his mouth to make one of his customary jokes, then seeing the concern in the librarian’s eyes – so unlike his father’s uncaring expression, he shrugged. “She used the Glove of Truth on me Giles,” he looked away, unable to meet the Englishman’s gaze. “She doesn’t trust me.”
“Ah,” the Watcher sounded sorrowful. “Of course I should have realised. Come with me,” the librarian guided him into the lounge. “Sit down.” Once he’d obeyed, the Watcher sat in the seat opposite. “Xander, it’s not you it’s her. When I adopted her, Faith,” the Englishman’s eyes flickered with pain. “Faith slept with a switchblade under her pillow and her chair against the door to prevent me from entering and abusing her. Only when she became empowered did she become confident enough to stop that. And not because she trusted me, but because she knew she was stronger. The trust came later. Son, because of her past Faith has a great difficulty trusting any male. You and Faith have a good thing if I am any judge. You have a choice to make, you can allow Faith’s mistake to drive a wedge between you, or you can continue your relationship. Son,” Giles paused for a second. “She cares very deeply for you. Her only problem is believing that anyone could feel the same way. How about you prove her wrong?”
After a second he nodded. “I can do that.”
* * *
“Hey did you hear about Devon getting arrested for beating up Harmony?”
Faith pulled away from kissing Xander to look over her shoulder. “Heard she’d been taken into hospital.”
“Yeah,” Xander nodded. “Word is Oz is close to almost sweating at the thought of being the Dingos’ front man.”
“Apparently Devon beat her up on their date,” Jesse grinned. “Would have thought beating up Harmony would get you a medal, not arrested.”
“You know,” Faith scowled as she pulled away from Xander. “Guys who beat up women, not cool.”
Jesse backed off, his hands held up placatingly. “It was a joke.”
Faith glared at the boy. “For the record, not funny.”
* * *
Freddy Iverson looked up from his scribblings of the school newspaper to see a tall, fat man with a busy beard stood in the office doorway. Even as he opened his mouth to ask what the stranger wanted, the man turned away and disappeared.
Shaking his head, he rose and walked over to where his assistant was working. His junior looked up at him before taking a sip of the coffee he’d just made for both of them. “Hi Freddy.”
“Norm,” he nodded at the junior reporter before getting down to business. “How’s the story going?”
“Struggling a little,” Norm admitted with a grimace. “I mean, Devon arrested for beating up a cheerleader. The lead singer of Sunnydale’s biggest pop group, it’s huge. I’ve got to get the copy just right, and it’s taking time.”
”And yet,” his cold voice cut through the man’s ramblings. “You have time to stop to make coffee?”
Norm’s eyes widened. “You asked me t-.”
“Do your work!” Freddy grabbed the scalding coffee and poured it in his junior’s lap. The trainee journalist screamed and fell to the ground, holding himself around the groin. Freddy looked down at the sobbing reporter. “Perhaps in the future you won’t just ignore your duties.”
* * *
Willow stuck her hand up, eager to answer another question. “It’s like dating a sexy Stephen Hawking,” Jonathan whispered in her ear. She giggled in reply.
Mr Sanderson’s gaze snapped towards her, the look in the science tutor’s eyes making her shudder. “You find something amusing Miss. Rosenberg?”
“N..no sir,” out of the corner of her eye, she saw a bearded man walk past the classroom outside window.
“Oh, I rather think you do,” she was alarmed when the balding teacher started towards her. “Just because you’re intelligent, doesn’t mean you can ignore me.”
Beside her, Jonathan stood, his face pale. “It wasn’t Willow-.”
“Was I talking to you Levinson?” the tutor thundered. She blinked when the teacher threw a right at Jonathan. Her boyfriend leapt out of the way, the teacher stumbled forward. Her eyes widened when Cordy stuck out a foot, tripping the tutor up and sending him crashing head-first into the wall. After a groan, the teacher slid down the wall to crumple in a heap on the floor.
For a second there was stunned silence. Then Cordy spoke. “Just what is his malfunction?” The cheerleader was silent for a second before beaming. “Hey, you see that? I helped you in science class, yay me!”
* * *
“Today was weird uh?” Xander commented as they patrolled the hushed graveyard. “Freddy Iverson and Devon both going off the deep end. And Mr. Sanderson too.”
“Uh, uh,” Faith’s tone was non-committal as she peered into the graveyard. Freddy was a little strange, she’d figured the bookish geek wouldn’t say boo to a goose, but Devon? She’d known plenty of musos who seemed wicked cool when they were getting what they wanted, but they’d think nothing of getting heavy if a girl turned reluctant. Public images didn’t mean shit. But Sanderson too, that was major strange. She tensed as she sensed something. “X,” her boyfriend glanced at her. “Six vampires coming at us.”
“Oh crap,” Xander drew his stake. “Where?”
“All around us.” Faith looked around. She’d have to stay close to Xander, cut out the aerial manoeuvres. Suddenly the vampires charged them.
* * *
He chuckled as the lesser demons attacked. This would be interesting. The beautiful brunette shot out a right thrust kick at the face of the closest vampire, snapping its head back. Off-balance, the demon was helpless to resist being staked.
Meanwhile the male blocked a right on his shoulder, stepped into the attacking vampire’s space and drove a knee into the female demon’s groin, staking it as she doubled up. Even as the vampire turned to dust, a second leapt into its space, slamming a fist into his jaw, knocking him to the ground. A grin on his face, the vampire bared his fangs and leaned over the stunned man.
The raven-haired beauty suddenly backwards somersaulted over the demon’s head and upon landing plunged her stake into the surprised vampire’s back. A third vampire stepped towards the girl. Before she could attack, the girl moved into a sweeping roundhouse kick that took the female’s legs from beneath her at the ankles. Even as the vampire hit the ground, the brunette crouched over her, slamming a stake into her heart.
Another vampire leapt at the crouched female. The girl looked up and shot out a foot while still in the crouched position. Despite her disadvantageous position, the brunette’s attack was smoothly executed, catching the demon in the gut and throwing him to the ground. Springing up, the girl strode over to the vampire and slammed a stake into its chest. Then she spoke to the two remaining vampires, her husky voice nonchalant yet filled with danger. “Come on boys, I’m not even warmed up yet.”
The vampires turned and ran away from the swaggering girl, a Slayer she had to be – it was just a shame his powers didn’t work on women, the fun he could have with her. Swallowing his disappointment, he stepped out of the shadows and spoke. “Now then boys,” he said, waggling his finger reprovingly. “You have a Slayer to kill. The sweetest of prey.”
* * *
Faith’s mouth opened to shout a warning to the portly bearded man who stepped out of the darkness just ahead of the vampire. Her eyes widened when, instead of attacking the easy target, the vampires spun round and charged her. “What the fuck!”
Shoving aside her shock, Faith charged into battle. Ducking one vampire’s haymaker, she caught him with a right to the throat. The vampire gasped and dropped onto his back. Before she could stake him, the second one charged her. Sliding out of the way, she allowed the on-rushing demon to charge onto her stake. Spinning round, she moved to stake the final vampire only to see her boyfriend kill it. “Well done,” she praised before turning serious. “X, did you see the old guy?”
“Faith,” Xander grinned. “After that vamp hit me, the only thing I was seeing was stars.”
Faith scowled. She’d have to see G about this.
* * *
“Damn it,” Giles strode around his cluttered office. “I need those reports. How long does it take for a package to come anyhow?”
Jenny grinned at her boyfriend’s impatience, knowing it was fuelled by concern for his Slayer. “They could be here if you’d embrace the wonders of computers and email. But no,” she gently teased. “You have to be a luddite. What do the Council use these days anyhow? Carrier pigeons?”
“Excuse me,” her blood chilled at the suddenly dangerous light in the normally reserved librarian’s eyes. “Who the bloody hell do you think you’re talking to you, you bloody bint? Seems someone,” her mouth dried when the Watcher began to unfasten his belt, “needs a lesson in respect. To learn her place.”
“Rupert,” she staggered backwards, stumbling against the open door. “It was a joke.”
“Yo G, where are you? You and JC getting jiggy?” she heard Faith’s jauntily cheerful voice in the hallway.
“FAITH!” she screamed even as she ducked her boyfriend’s first belt-swing, the leather belt slapping against the open wooden door as she backed out onto the landing. “UPSTAIRS! HELP!”
Even as the librarian raised the belt for a second strike, Faith appeared, pushing her to the ground, catching Giles’ belt in her hand and kicking the man in the stomach. As the Englishman doubled up, Faith grabbed his hair and drove his head into the banister rail. The Watcher groaned and slumped to the ground, unconscious. Jenny gulped as Faith spun to face, the Bostonian’s eyes dangerous. “What the fuck is going on?”
* * *
Xander finished tying the stunned Watcher to the lounge chair, his skin crawling as he did so. He’d only run in on the end of Faith subduing her guardian but he’d seen enough to be reminded of his own father. And Faith wondered why he never invited her round. She didn’t need to see that, more to the point, he didn’t need her to see that.
“We were just joking about computers,” Jenny dabbed at her eyes. Xander felt really bad for the computer teacher, she looked a mess, a million miles from her usual composed self. “Things I’d said a hundred times before and then suddenly he’s swearing at me, telling me I need teaching a lesson and he’s taking his belt off to beat me. If you hadn’t turned up,” suddenly the computer teacher began crying again. After an uncomfortable glance at him, Faith clumsily hugged the tutor.
“JC,” Faith muttered. “G’s under a spell or some shit, we’ll work it out.”
Hearing his girl-friend’s words, Xander scowled. Taking her by the elbow, he guided her into the furtherest corner of the room. “Are you sure that he’s under a spell?”
“What?” He gulped at the fury in his girl-friend’s eyes. “G would never hit a woman! I lived with him for over a year before I got my powers and I was a real pain in the ass-.”
His mumble only caused an increase in the intensity of the Bostonian’s glower. “And he never laid a damn hand on me!”
“Maybe he was afraid that if you were Chosen you’d kick his ass?” Xander suggested.
“Just ‘cause your pop’s a prick doesn’t mean mine is!” Xander winced, Faith’s face fell. “Fuck X, I didn’t mean that,” the brunette glanced down. “Look, all the violent shit that have happened over the last couple of days? And all the times we messed with him, he never got violent with any of us did he?” He opened his mouth but Faith hurried on. “And when we were fighting those vamps and then those two ran off and they suddenly turned back?” He nodded. “Well as they ran away I saw this fat guy talking to them. Maybe he’s some sort of demon.” Xander blinked, it all sounded really far-fetched to him, but on the other hand all the acts of unexplained violence…. Finally he nodded. “Thanks X!” His girl-friend threw her arms around him and hugged him. “I’m sorry about before,” she whispered in his ear.
* * *
Faith cast G a nervous look even as she leafed through the books. It had been thirty minutes since she’d knocked out her Watcher and guardian out, he wouldn’t be out for much longer. And then they’d have to deal with him going psycho. She swallowed, that was gonna be a barrel of laughs. She realised that the bleary-eyed teacher was talking to her. “Sorry?”
“I was saying I wished Rupert,” Jenny shuddered, “had let me write a computer cross-reference.” The tutor glanced towards the unconscious Englishman. “If it is a demon.”
“It’s a demon,” Faith said firmly. She couldn’t help but feel bad for the computer teacher. It was a real kick in the gut the first time a guy turned on ya, ‘course with her Ma she was used to people who should care about her betraying her, but still. “G ain’t like -,” she grinned as her eyes caught a small picture in the top right-hand corner of the book she was skimming. “Got it!”
Faith hid a wince when she looked into her boyfriend’s eyes. She’d been way out of line with what she’d said about his parents. So what if his dad was a prick? X was a great guy. Giving herself a mental shake, she began to read aloud. “He’s called Oidium, which is Latin for hatred. He casts spells on males to make them attack other people,” she shook her head. Figured with all that testosterone buzzing around their bodies. “Records claim he caused,” her eyes widened, fuck the guy was psycho, “the first Crusade in 1095, the Peasants’ Revolt in 1381, the Forty-Five uprising in 1745,” she shrugged, whatever that was, “the Boxer rebellion in 1900, the Russian Revolution in 1917, and the Cuban Missile Crisis in ’62.”
“Oh boy,” Xander croaked. “This is major mojo, does it say how to break the spell?”
“It’s already broken,” Faith glanced up to see Giles staring groggily at them. “Oidium’s spells can be broken in a number of ways – through an act of violence being enacted on the person on the enchanted, by the enchanted completing the act he enspelled to commit,” her Watcher glanced at his girl-friend before turning his gaze back to the floor. “Or by the death of Oidium himself.”
“And we should just believe you?” Faith glanced at Jenny. Man, JC looked pissed.
“No,” Giles shook his head. “Of course not. If you look in my study, there’s a text called ‘Emotion Demons’. He’s featured on page 73 – 78.”
“I’ll get it!” In an instant Faith was on her feet, racing towards the door, anxious for the proof that would prove her Watcher’s innocence.
* * *
Faith watched as Jenny walked Xander out. Now she’d have to face the consequences of punching G out. “Faith.”
Faith turned slowly, hesitant to meet her Watcher’s gaze. “Um sorry-.”
“Sorry for what?” Giles smiled at her before giving her a hug. “Sorry for stopping me hurting one of the two people dearest to me in the world?”
“I’m the other one right?”
“But of course my girl, of course.”
She looked up at her Watcher and grinned. “We’re gonna get him right?”
G’s face hardened. “Oh I think we can guarantee it.”
* * *
Faith grinned as she worked in Auto Shop. It was wicked being a grease monkey, if she ever lived long enough, she’d love to be a mechanic, work on bikes and shit, maybe even race them. Man, that would be the -.
She looked up, it was the teacher, John Tucker, a local mechanic. “Yo John.”
“Mr. Giles,” the mechanic gave her a smile that was even more oily than his hands, “sent a note, you’re needed in the library.”
“Wicked cool,” she nodded. Maybe G had found a way to battle Oidium. “Thanks John.”
* * *
Faith slowed as she entered the library, her senses tingling as she noticed the blinds were closed, draping the library in shadows. “Oh shit,” she muttered. Something was up.
Hearing something to her right, she spun around and caught a crossbow bolt as it flew out of the darkness. “Well hell,” she swaggered. “You’ll have to do better than that.”
She paled as Xander stepped out of the shadows carrying a crossbow. “Bitch!”
“X-.” She was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and Oidium leading Jesse and Jonathan in behind her, the two boys carrying swords. The inner library door opened, she looked up to see Giles come out, carrying his favourite rapier in his hand. Her heart dropped. “Guys, you’re under a sp-.”
“My dear,” her eyes blazed as she glanced at a chuckling Oidium, “reason is not your friend. I normally don’t stay to watch the bedlam I create. But the death of a Slayer,” he chuckled. “A rare pleasure.”
”You’re the one who’s dead asshole!” She blustered even as she struggled to think. She could take out all four guys no problem, problem was could she do it without seriously hurting them?
Even as she thought she sensed X darting at her. Shooting out her foot, she kicked his dagger out of his hand and stepped towards her boyfriend to knock him out.
“SHIT!” She darted back when Jesse thrust his sword at her, the point of the blade narrowly missing her eye. Spinning round, she kicked the boy square in the groin, wincing as she did so. Cor probably wouldn’t thank her for that. The boy croaked, his face greying as he fell down to his knees.
Feeling an arm around her neck, she reached up, gabbed hold and bent forward, sending Xander hurtling over her shoulder, crashing into an on-rushing Jonathan. “You bloody bint!”
Ignoring Giles’ snarl, she stepped back, driving her elbow into her guardian’s jaw even as she grabbed the Watcher’s wrist and twisting. G let out an anguished cry before dropping the rapier. Snatching the dropping weapon, she hefted her arm and threw it just over a rising Jesse’s shoulder. ”You lose,” Faith proclaimed as the demon fell on his back, the rapier jutting out of his eye.
* * *
“Faith,” she turned to see Giles standing there, a nervous expression on the librarian’s face. “I can only apologise-.”
“It’s copasetic G,” Faith shrugged. “You were under a spell, I got that with Xan when it was the hyena and everything, but he hit a sore spot. How ya feelin’?”
“I now have matching bruises on both sides of my face,” her Watcher grinned ruefully. “When Oidium came here, Xander was telling me how vociferously you were standing up for me last night. Thank you.”
Faith grinned. “Hey, I got your back, G.”
* * *
“The Master is dead. Someone has to take his place.”
“As long as the Slayer's alive, whoever takes his place will be sharing his grave.”
“Then let the soul who kills her wear his mantle.”
“Can you do it?” asked the small boy.
“Yes. This weekend, the night of St. Vigeous, our power shall be at its peak. When I kill her, it'll be the greatest event since the crucifixion. And I should know. I was there.”
“You were there?” Spike stepped out of the shadows and laughed. “Oh, please!
If every vampire who said he was at the crucifixion was actually there, it would have been like Woodstock.”
The vampire turned to him. “I oughta rip your throat out.”
Spike shook his head and stepped past the vampire. “I was actually at Woodstock. That was a weird gig. I fed off a flower person, and I spent the next six hours watchin' my hand move.” Hearing the vampire rush at him, he swung his fist up without even looking, hitting his attacker in the face and knocking him down and out. “You’re the big cheese right?” he swaggered over to the small boy. “That Anointed One?”
The boy stood. “I’m the boss.”
Spike smiled. “Wrong.” Before the others could react, he had the Anointed One around the neck and threw him into the air. Turning, he watched as Drusilla joined him in stepping out of the shadows. Catching the protesting youth in mid-air, she patted the boy on his forehead before slamming her stake home. Spike turned to the shocked minions. “Looks like I’m the boss now lads.”