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Thank you so so so much, Chelsea, Allison and Dell ! I’m so glad you like it so far and hope you’ll still do and have fun, esp. now:

Playing For Time (II) (I took a little from ‘Becoming Pt. II’...)

***************************** (In the meantime)

Spike had ran back to the warehouse after warning Buffy, but when he got there, Angelus had already started his torture in the main room, beginning with the basic stuff: small cuts, bruises and... a broken finger... thankfully nothing that couldn’t be properly fixed.

Angelus cleaned the Watcher’s glasses and put them back on his nose with great delicateness, a big contrast with the violence he had treated him with so far.

“Ok, you win... I’ll talk!” Giles exclaimed faintly, exhausted and weak.

Angelus sneered, already tasting victory.

“In order to be worthy ... “ he started explaining slowly and laboriously.

“Yes... “ Angelus incited him to go on, sitting beside him.

“You must perform the ritual... * in a tutu *!” he went on, lingering on the last part and challenging him with a look.

Angelus threw daggers at him with his eyes, but the man didn’t fear him one bit.

“Pillock!” he said, glaring at him.

Angelus got up roughly and threw the chair away

“Alright. Someone get me the chainsaw!” he snapped.

“Yeah, but someone else gets to lead the game with him!” Spike exclaimed, approaching Angelus.

“What do you mean?”

“Can’t you see? You already had your fun with him; now, if you don’t mind, it’s my turn. C’mon, walk in my shoes for a while, I’ve spent a terrible time, and the hunt tonight wasn’t satisfying. I need to ... remount!” the bleached blond sneered. “Plus, remember? We are a family and families share!” he added.

“Ok, damn Boy, do you want him? Take him, play and have fun! Speaking of ‘having fun’ I guess I’ll go play with Dru...” the other sneered, sure that he had hit his weak point. In fact, Spike made him believe that, pretending to get angry and Angelus left satisfied, but before going he ordered his minions to bring the prisoner to Spike’s room.

The blond waited until the last minion left his room and he locked the door.

“Well, well, we are finally alone... “ the vampire stated, taking an axe from under his bed and approaching to the Watcher that was still chained to the chair.

“I knew it, I knew it since the beginning. You were just performing a brilliant charade with Buffy, but truth is that you are just like them...” Giles snapped as Spike let him talk, raising the axe. “You’re nothing but a sodding bastard demon without... “ he went on, as Spike lowered his axe, hard.


The Watcher stopped talking, not only due to the fact that he felt no pain at all, but also because he had realized that his hands were free again.

“... a soul. But... what the hell are you doing?”

“What does it look to you? I’m setting you free!” Spike answered back, breaking the chains that prevented his legs from moving, too.

Giles massaged his wrists and ankles, looking at him in total astonishment.

“Why?” he asked him.

“Buffy’s friends are my friends, too. Sure, in a kind of ‘I don’t like them one bit, but at least I don’t kill them’ way!” the blond clarified as Giles rested his back against the wall. “Anyway, they’ll be suspicious if they don’t hear anything...” he said, taking two big knives and rubbing one against the other with a very annoying noise. “So, buddy, do me a favour...” he added, sinking one of the knives ... into the chair “Scream!” he ordered and the man obeyed, giving out a creepy scream.

“And this is just the beginning, man! If you don’t bloody open your sodding mouth... I’ll show you who William the Bloody is!” Spike snapped, yelling on purpose in order to make his Sire and Grand Sire hear that.

“Ok, for now that’s enough... “ Spike explained with a lower tone, putting the knives away. “You know, I’m not doing this only for my beloved Buffy ... and please, now don’t even try to start with your crap about vampires who can’t love because they don’t have a soul, blah, blah, blah... because the truth is that we can, a lot. I really love her...” the bleached blond explained, amazing Giles even more. “To be honest, I don’t like Apocalypses, my rule is ‘Never destroy the World’ ...” he went on, and the Watcher looked at him with a hint of admiration. “‘Just a small part of it!’” the vampire concluded with an evil sneer and the tiny admiration that Giles had previously felt disappeared instantly.

“I hope you won’t expect an applause for that!” Giles commented, narrowing his eyes at him.

“No, but I should give it up for you, you know?”

“Uh?”

“I mean before, with Angelus, the way you teased him... Well no one had had enough balls to do that... I like that... and that doesn’t mean I like you!” he pointed out.

“Of course, and neither do I!” Giles struck back.

****************************************** (In the meantime)

Willow woke up in a bed at the Hospital, looking at Miss Calendar who sat beside her.

“Finally, you’re awake!” she smiled at her, holding her hand. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, kind of. My head still hurts a bit, but there’s no damage to my precious intelligence!” she chuckled.

“Good, because... I know you’re not in too good shape but... we can’t waste any more time!” Jenny explained.

“What do you mean?” the redhead wondered, puzzled.

As her answer, Jenny drew out the printed pages that contained the ritual from her bag.

“Guess which floppy disk opened finally?” she exulted with a huge smile.

“Oh, Miss Calendar, you succeeded! So now we can do it?” Willow asked, being careful not to get too agitated.

“Yes, we can. I’ve got all the items we’ll need with me. So, let’s begin!” the older woman commented, taking advantage of the fact that they were alone in the room. She got up to lock the door.

No one could disturb them.

****************************************** (In the meantime)

“Oh, c’mon, what kind of Englishman are you? How can you prefer Scotch to Bourbon?” Spike commented, shaking his head in disappointment and taking the chainsaw up.

“Hey, wait! Ok, I’ll take it back. Bourbon is the best liquor ever!” Giles said, scared.

“What? Oh, sure, this toy!” Spike figured out, remembering what he was holding. “Don’t worry, this is just for the ‘fake torture’ time!” the vampire explained.

“I see we are going with the hard way!” Giles commented with a smirk.

“Yeah, let’s just say that you are a nut hard to crack, but I don’t give up easily!” the other sneered.

“Nooo, please, anything but that!” the Watcher yelled, even more when the vampire turned the chainsaw on.

“Bloody TALK then!” he struck back, yelling in exasperation.

Angelus and Drusilla had reached Spike’s room, standing at the other side of the door.

“It looks like the Boy is having a lot of fun!” Angelus sneered, hearing the chainsaw.

Drusilla smiled, but then her face darkened.

“I can hear his screams, but... I can’t feel his pain. Something is wrong, very wrong and the pixies are not happy...” she stated.

Angelus got suspicious, so they mowed down the door together.


TBC

I know... evil cliffhanger!
If it helps... next chapter’s title will be ‘Game over’ ... but it’s * not * the last chapter... you gotta hold on again for a while eh, eh !

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed Spike and Giles interaction as much as I did...

p.s. hopefully I’ll also add chapter X. of ‘ Before ‘ soon ! ;)





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