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Jillian K
Disclaimer: BTVS is property of Joss Whedon and Mutant enemy. This fic is intended for entertainment purposes only so no money is being made of it. As if anybody would pay.
Summary: In a different Sunnydale in where the demon threat has been neutralized the slayer protects a vampire from the Initiative labs.
On the way back to Revello Drive I started thinking just what I had gotten myself into. I had allowed my feelings to overrule my brain. Giles sometimes complained that I really did not think things through before I did them. That I couldn’t make a rational decision and this was fatal in a slayer. I usually disagreed since a slayer (a real slayer) would have to make lightening fast decisions that relied on intuition and instinct over intellect. But since I have never fought a real battle I couldn’t prove my point.
In all rationality I was off my rocker. I was putting my reputation, my very life on the line to harbor a vampire. Vampires were the natural curse of a slayer’s life. I am sure that my undead houseguest had made some past slayer’s world miserable.
But, I knew, I just knew that what Walsh and the government were doing was wrong. It was cruel and cold-blooded. It put to question who the real monsters of Sunnydale were.
Before I could go on with my internal debate I was pulling into my driveway. Slayer strength helped as I carried the heavy bags inside.
I mixed the appropriate quantities in a large water bottle with a plastic straw. I wasn’t going to release his arms from the restraints so I was planning on holding the bottle and letting him suck through the straw. I nuked the mixture and unlocked the basement door.
He was awake and free of the drug’s effects. The vampire was still lying on the mattress but I could see that his hands were flexing in anticipation. I slowly approached him.
"I’m bringing you your breakfast. If I sense that you are trying something I won’t feed you and I’ll shoot you up with that drug that doesn’t even let you blink".
The flexing stopped immediately and he sent me a wary glare.
"Good", I held the straw up to his lips, "Now drink".
He drank deeply and quickly. He was obviously used to this. I wondered if he remembered the taste of fresh human blood.
The bottle was soon empty and he ran a pink tongue over his reddened lips to catch the last few drops. I don’t know why but I found that fascinating but not as much as what came next.
"Thank you"
It was soft and barely audible. The vampire was thanking the slayer for feeding him. It was beyond ironic. I responded in a trance.
"You’re welcome"
We stared at each other for a long while and I thought that I was finally experiencing what people call a "pregnant pause".
The ringing of the phone broke our silence. Without a backward glance I dashed up the stairs and into the living room. I lifted the phone of its cradle before the answering machine started.
"Hello" incredibly enough my voice sounded normal, if only a little breathless.
"Hi Buffy. It’s Riley"
Uh oh.
"Riley… how are you"
"Fine. I just wanted to call you to check on your progress"
"Progress?" God, I sounded blond.
"Progress with your search for subject 17. You seemed certain that my profile could help you locate him" Riley sounded different and a lot more formal than usual. He must have someone next to him and I could guess exactly who.
"Well yeah, but its going to take some time. I figured that he will be hiding in plain sight and I just have to wait him out." I was certain that Walsh had put him up to this and was probably standing next to him. B***.
"Oh, okay. I just wanted to know. If you like we can go look for him together. Maybe that’ll help"
I had to think fast.
"I don’t think so. The vampire knows you’re Initiative. If he sees you coming he is going to run before we have a chance to catch him." There, that seemed plausible.
"You’re probably right. Well, I’ll call you later. I have some notes that I need to go over"
"Okay. Whenever you get the chance. Bye Riley."
"Good bye Buffy"
I breathed a sight of relief as I hung up the phone. I shouldn’t have been so quick because it was then that I noticed that William the Bloody had somehow made his way up the stairs and was presently standing in front of me.
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