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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.
I was surprised but not scared. How could he have gotten up the stairs with his hands and feet restrained together? Vampiric agility is very impressive.
We did a bit more of that frozen slayer/ frozen vampire bit. I couldn’t think of what to say.
‘You’re one of them" he whispered huskily
" I’m not Initiative. I’m the slayer"
"You were talking to one of them" I could detect the faint accusation in his tone "I heard you"
Vampire hearing is also to be commended.
"Riley called me to remind me that I hadn’t caught you yet. He has no idea that I already did"
I couldn’t believe that he actually glared at me. Although he couldn’t hurt me this wasn’t the vulnerable vampire of just yesterday. This was someone else. I decided to put a stop to it before it got worse.
"Listen, William. I just got through telling you who is in charge and it isn’t you. Riley Finn is a very good friend of mine and he was just offering some help. I don’t see…"
"Riley Finn is one of the most merciless human beings in the face of the planet. I bet you can’t even imagine the things he has done in the name of science"
By now his voice had taken on a predatory rumble. He hated Riley with a passion. I wonder what Walsh inspired in him.
"They really hurt you in there" I said softly, my annoyance had evaporated in an instant.
He lost all his bravado and nodded. His eyes had taken that same haunted quality that had made me take him into my home instead of the lab.
"I’m sorry. No one deserves that"
He shrugged. He didn’t feel comfortable with my pity. Giles had made me read many books on vampire psychology (some were authored by Walsh). From them I learned that vampires are proud creatures. A master vampire like William the Bloody was a total alpha male, destined to lead and command. His having been reduced to being a simple lab rat for fourteen years must have done a real number on his psyche. Relying on the slayer for protection didn’t help matters either.
I cleared the lump in my throat and lightened my voice. "Okay, since you’re up here… wanna watch some TV? Passions’ on"
He looked at me quizzically but nodded. A tentative truce had settled between us. Soon we were laughing at the ridiculous antics of Timmy and co. He seemed quite taken with the silly, supernatural soap. Passions was followed by the various People’s Court knockoffs and later the 5o’clock news. During a commercial break I got up to make our respective dinners.
I came back to the living room with his warm water bottle (blood bottle?) and my cup of soup. We drank in silence as the news switched to a report from Sunnydale. The enthusiastic news anchor seemed overly enthusiastic as she informed the public that an undisclosed number of vampires had managed to escape from the Initiative’s base. The vampires were believed to still be at large and the slayer Buffy Summers had been contacted to aid in recapture efforts. The Initiative’s spokesperson had declined to comment although reports were not denied.
William’s hands gripped the water bottle so hard that his knuckles turned white. I placed my dinner on the coffee table. I now knew why Maggie Welsh had urged Riley to make the call. She must have known that someone had leaked the information on the breakout. The head of the Initiative valued the institution’s reputation above everything else. If security were an issue then government funding would not be forthcoming.
This complicated things quite a bit. To save her ass she would turn all the Initiative’s resources to locating and recapturing subject 17.
William had come to the same conclusion too. I got up and pried the bottle away from his hands and put it away. Then I took his hands on mine.
"I promise you that I will do everything that I can to keep you from them"
His clear blue eyes searched mine and I felt the temperature rise a bit.
"Everything?"
"Yes"
"Then promise me that you will stake me before they get to me" his voice was urgent and I knew I had to be honest.
"I promise"
And in my living room as we held hands I realized than in that moment I had changed. I could now see other colors besides white and black. Gray had shifted into focus and it was a beautifully fascinating hue. I liked gray and I hoped it liked me back.
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