Chapter 19 – I Spy, With My Eye
A/N: Some of these scenes are from the BtVS Episode Enemies. I’ve reworked them and added to them so they fit in with my story, but some dialogue is from the episode. Huge thanks to Kayla Shay for beta-ing this for me and giving my the chapter title.
Chapter 19 – I Spy, With My Eye
Friday, March 12, 1999, Afternoon
Jack and Daniel see the figure with glowing eyes step back into the shadows. They turn to each other with equally shocked and determined expressions. Jack says, “We’ve got to get in there. We can’t let that Goa’uld get away.” They immediately race around the mansion back to the entrance.
Jack has his gun drawn as they reach the courtyard, expecting to encounter the man pursuing Faith. However, when they arrive, he’s no longer in the courtyard. They proceed cautiously. Daniel looks around for a weapon, any weapon, but comes up empty. What he won’t give for a zat right now.
Jack carefully peeks inside the mansion. It too seems to be empty. They slowly enter, keeping as much to the shadows as possible. The mansion is eerily silent. Daniel grabs a poker from the fireplace. They look around and find no traces of anyone on the main floor.
A quick search reveals a door to a lower level. They descend finding a cavernous room with another door at the other end. When they open it, out tumbles the obviously dead body of Faith’s pursuer. The door leads not to another room as they suspect but rather to a tunnel.
Jack quickly searches the dead man, finding a honed piece of wood, which he disregards with no more than a raised eyebrow, a small bottle of clear odorless liquid with a cross etched into the glass, and finally, something useful, a gun. Jack hands the gun to Daniel, who tosses aside the fire poker. Jack continues searching a moment longer, looking for some identification. Finding none, he takes point as they head into the tunnel.
They travel silently, listening for any sound of their quarry. Approximately twenty-five minutes into the tunnel, it narrows and descends steeply. When it levels out again, they find themselves in the dank and foul smelling sewer system. They look to the right and left trying to decide which way to go, once again listening intently for a clue. Jack thinks he hears something distantly to the left, so they head in that direction.
Angel stalks around Mayor Wilkins’ office holding a letter opener while Faith sits on the arm of a chair before the Mayor. “No problems with the transition? No side effects?” asks Wilkins, who’s sitting behind his desk.
Angel replies, “Had a soul, now I'm free.”
“That's terrific! Poetic, too. Not that I read much poetry except for those little ones in the Reader's Digest. You know, some of those are quite catchy,” chuckles the Mayor.
Angel remarks, as he caresses the letter opener, “Hey, I don't mean to rush things here but are you trying to get to some kind of point?”
“Kids today. Rush, rush, rush. Well the point, Angel, is you're a very powerful young man, good for Faith, and there just may be a future for you in Sunnydale. I see you're admiring my letter opener.”
“Well, actually, I was thinking of stabbing you through the heart with it.”
Turning his chair completely toward Angel, the Mayor spreads his hands invitingly, “Please do.”
Without a second’s hesitation, Angel hurls the letter opener directly at the Mayor's heart while Faith coolly watches on. The Mayor blocks it with his right hand causing the sharp implement to spear itself through his palm. “Nice shot,” Wilkins remarks as he calmly removes the weapon from his injured hand.
Angel and Faith watch in astonishment as the hole in the Mayor’s hand instantly seals itself without leaving so much as a drop of blood. The Mayor’s hand is completely whole, as though never punctured. Faith casts Angel a quick surprised look before turning back to the Mayor.
“You see,” he cheerfully explains, “I'm what you might call impervious. Can't be killed, or harmed in any way.” Wiping the blade with a tissue and walking over to Angel, he continues, “And that's just a cornerstone in my plans for this great town of ours.”
“Hmm. Can't be killed, but you don't like germs?” Angel questions.
“Yuck, ew, awful things, unsanitary” Wilkins replies with a delicate shudder. “But my question is, now that Faith has brought you back, what are your intentions?”
“Well, gee, sir,” Angel says in a slightly mocking tone, “I thought I'd find that Slayer that's given you so much trouble and torture, maim, and kill her.”
“Jack, we’ve been down here for hours,” Daniel whispers.
“I know,” Jack whispers back.
“Our cell phones don’t work down here and I haven’t seen a way out.”
“I guess, what I’m trying to say, Jack, is that I think maybe-”
“-this is a trap,” Jack finishes, finally looking at Daniel. “I know. I’ve been looking for a way out for the past forty minutes but like you said, I’ve haven’t seen one. I think we need to double back, try to find our way back to the mansion.”
Again, they hear a sound ahead of them. They ignore it and head back the way they came. Several minutes later, they begin to hear noises closing in on them from behind.
“Crap,” mutters Jack. He looks around for cover but as before there’s no place to hide. They increase their pace until they reach a juncture with three different paths. Jack’s pretty sure they came from the left one but he knows it’s a straight path with no turns for at least half an hour. They’ll be easy targets. He doesn’t have the slightest clue what’s down the other two paths. He stands there considering his options, when he hears a loud animalistic growl echo down the sewer tunnel behind them. Jack grabs Daniel, practically shoving him up against the tunnel wall as they head down the middle conduit. They move as quickly and quietly as they can through the standing water. Neither can keep from peering behind them; the growls coming from behind them are getting louder and more frequent.
“Sounds like an Unas,” Jack says quietly.
“Perfect,” Daniel utters under his breath.
They continue silently down the sewer, hugging the walls, for another fifteen minutes, when it branches out to the right. They immediately take the right tunnel without discussion. After several more minutes, the growls eventually begin to fade into the distance. They follow this path for a while, taking offshoots randomly until they finally come across a metal ladder bolted into the wall leading to a manhole cover above.
Immediately upon entering the mansion with Angel and Faith behind her, Buffy says, “Okay, let's get the books someplace safe. Where are they?”
“Actually, there's been a slight change in plan, Buff,” Angel replies silkily.
“Buff? You just called…What's the matter with you?” Buffy asks as Faith remains by the entrance with a half smile.
“Nothing,” he answers. When he turns to face Buffy, his demon mask is in place. “Matter of fact, I haven't felt this good in a long time.”
“Angel?” Buffy says weakly.
“You know, I never properly thanked you for sending me to hell.”
“No,” she whispers.
“Yeah, and I'm just wondering where do I start? Card? Fruit basket? Evisceration?” He grabs Buffy roughly by her upper arms.
“No,” she repeats, not looking at him.
“Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Maybe there's still some good deep down inside of me that remembers and loves you. If only you could reach me. Then again, we have reality.”
Buffy wrenches herself free from his grasp. “I will kill you before I let you touch me. Faith, we need to get out of here, now.”
“Speak for yourself, B. Me, I like it here,” Faith smiles.
Angel growls behind Buffy. When she turns to face him, he swings at her and she falls to the floor unmoving.
“One thing I learned about Buffy, she's so cute when she's sleeping.”
Angel pretends to chain Buffy to the wall as Faith watches by the fireplace. Buffy begins to move slowly, opening her eyes and lifting her head.
Angel looks up at her, saying “Morning, sleepyhead. You know what I just can't believe? All of our time together and we never tried chains. Well, can't dwell on the past, especially with the future we have ahead.”
“Bondage looks good on you, B. The outfit's all wrong, but, hey!” grins Faith.
“You don't know what you're doing,” Buffy tells her.
Smiling, Faith counters, “Really? Weird because something about all this just feels so right. Maybe it's one of those unhappy childhood things. See, when I was a kid I used to beg my mom for a dog. Didn't matter what kind.” Faith walks over to Angel, rubbing against him. “I just wanted, you know, something to love. A dog's all I wanted. Well, that and toys.” Faith uncovers several implements of torture. “But mom was so busy, you know, enjoying the drinking and passing out parts of life, that I never really got what I wanted, until now.”
“Faith, listen to me very closely. Angel's a killer. When he's done with me, he'll turn on you.”
“She's right. I probably will,” Angel concurs as he plays with a scalpel.
“Yeah?” Faith replies as Angel hands it to her. “Huh. Guess we'll just have to keep you around for a while then.” Faith leans close to Buffy. “Before we get started, I just want you to know, if you're a screamer, feel free.”
“Why, Faith? What's in it for you?” Buffy asks.
“What isn't? You know-”
Everyone’s attention is drawn to the mansion entrance as two vampires enter holding a furiously struggling Jack and Daniel. Faith stares at them in surprise, then turns toward Buffy, who is equally surprised to see them.
“What the hell’s goin’ on?” Faith demands.
The vampire holding Jack smiles evilly. “Found these two snooping around.”
“And in your infinite wisdom, you decided to give ‘em a better view?”
“Figured once you got bored torturing the other slayer, you might want someone new to play with,” the one restraining Daniel explains. This causes Daniel to redouble his efforts as he looks at the scene before him with a look of horror.
“Or we could just eat them now,” offers the first vampire.
“What the hell is this?” Jack demands as he continues to fight his captor. “You torture people for fun?! I thought Buffy was your friend. How can you do this? You going to torture all the people who care about you? Is Xander next?” he challenges Faith. “Damn, I actually liked you,” he adds disgustedly.
“Shut up. Shut up! You’re ruining everything!” Faith turns away, her fists clenched at her sides. She looks at Angel, who calmly looks back. She takes a deep breath, then turns to Buffy.
“I come to Sunnydale. I'm the Slayer. I do my job kicking ass better than anyone. What do I hear about everywhere I go? Buffy. So I slay, I behave, I do the good little girl routine. And who's everybody thank? Buffy.”
“It's not my fault,” Buffy says as she continues to look at Jack and Daniel sadly.
“Everybody always asks, why can't you be more like Buffy? But did anyone ever ask if you could be more like me?” Faith asks completely ignoring her audience.
“I know I didn't,” Angel tosses out.
Faith glances at him, then turns her attention back to Buffy. “You get the Watcher. You get the mom. You get the little Scooby gang. What do I get? Jack squat. This is supposed to be my town!”
“Faith, listen to me!”
“Why? So you can impart some special Buffy wisdom, that it? News flash: Mayor's got it wired, B. He built this town for demons to feed on and come graduation day, he's getting paid. And I'll be sitting at his right hand. Assuming he has hands after the transformation. I'm not too clear on that part. And all your little lame ass friends are going to be kibbles'n'bits. Think about that when your boyfriend’s cutting into you.”
Jack’s vampire laughs harshly, bringing everyone’s attention to him. “Well, if that isn’t the dinner bell ringing, I don’t know what is.”
“What are you going on about?” asks Faith.
“You’ve got a big mouth. Boss won’t appreciate you telling tales.”
“Yeah, well it ain’t none of your business.”
“Actually, it is. See I’m not your backup, Sugar. I’m your keeper. It’s my job to make sure your doing your job. And if your not, then it’s my job to make sure you don’t do anything else. Spilling your guts is not getting the job done.” He smiles widely, “I’m going to enjoy this.”
“You think you can take me?”
“Three vampires against one slayer? Yeah, I’d bet on it.”
“Who taught you to count? There’re TWO slayers, Dorkula,” Buffy speaks up.
“You?!” he guffaws. “In case you haven’t noticed, your chained to a wall.”
“May I say something?” Buffy asks sweetly. She lifts her hands up wriggling her fingers at the vampire. “Psych!” she says as she moves to stand next to Faith.
“This was a setup.” Turning to Faith, he accuses, “You bitch! You set us up.”
“What can I say? I'm the world's best actor,” Faith responds.
“Second best,” Angel says, standing behind the two slayers.
The second vampire states “Well, that still leaves three to two and he’s a master.”
The others turn to him incredulously.
“You’re not exactly a candidate for Mensa, are you?” Faith asks.
“He’s with them, idiot!”
The second vampire turns to Angel in surprise.
Buffy smirks, “Oh, we are so gonna win!”
“I knew we couldn’t trust a Slayer,” the first vampire declares.
“You should’ve gone with that, Sugar” Faith retorts as she moves forward.
At that moment, the Scooby gang rushes in. The bloodsucker tosses Jack roughly into Faith, knocking them both to the ground, quickly making his escape. A moment later, the second one aims Daniel at the Scoobies and turns to follow his comrade. He doesn’t get very far as Buffy pitches a stake into his back, piercing his heart. He explodes into ashes as a stunned Jack and Daniel watch.
“Are you okay?” Willow asks the two dazed men.
“We just lost our only advantage,” proclaims Faith, who’s stint as a spy in the Mayor’s camp has come to an end.