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Spike was outwardly cool as ever when he walked into
the main hall of the old lair. Xander was furious and
told them the Initiative had taken his queen, dared to
touch her! He'd change plans and punish these insolents
tomorrow.
Yeah, man, whatever you want! Spike thought while he
kept his face blank from the disgust. Not that Harris
took all the best woman, after Anya dusted noone was
left to give him a bit of anything. And, the worst of
it was - he still had to hang out and plead them for
blood! He'd had to BEG! The more after he became rather
useless to Harris...he still couldn't believe how that
damned days-old fledgeling managed to break two Slayers.
Even made Buffy Summers, slutty Slayer and per job
description the world's biggest girlscout and pain in
the ass for them all, come on to him like that!
The Slayer who had beaten Lothos, the Master, Angelus,
the Mayor and all sorts of minor monsters. The Slayer
who had resisted the Tarakan assassins. First to fight
another Slayer and win. Goofy good gal number one!
And there she came by, kicked a full family of meat
around and was all smiling, kissing her former mortal
enemy and nearly making out with her on the floor.
And then she really bared her neck for Harris in a
manner for all and everyone to see her submit out of
her own free will.
Holy lords of hell, who had seen THAT? Spike mused.
Or that Summers could be that much of a slut. She was
a world class bitch, okay, but she was evil as hell.
And she was humiliating him, telling him she'd rather
fuck with Riley Finn again than good ol' Spike.
Spike was as envious of Harris conquering his nemesis
as he was afraid of him. the guy had the major big
mojo flowing - all his children were just in line to
become masters if they survived their first decade.
And his three woman! In the name of everything unholy,
the turned Slayers made the Master look weak. Contrary
to most of the undead these evil foursome had a set of
working brains.
Spike had liked to see the Slayer destroyed and he as
well had rejoiced at vengeance done to the murderer of
his black goddess. Only problem was - now some of the
guys he had wanted to be broken under way were now his
betters. Even more, they made look all he ever did like
it wasn't important at all.
With his growing uncontent it wasn't so hard to reach
a little decision and make their live hell. Just a new
deal with the Initiative, maybe they even would keep
their promise to remove that annoying chip from his
head.
Spike was a bit worried as Harris began to change the
plan for tomorrows big attack in a minor detail, he
exchanged commanders and sent his trusted Faith out to
bring back the queen. Much fun there, that was a total
suicide run!
Spike's cold and delightfull smile vanished as Xander
named HIM leader of the great attack which would get
Sunnydale UC made a battlefield. They'd burn down some
of the dorms and get the people out on the street.
And then they'd eat them. Hundreds. Thousands.
It would be a hellfeast - and the Initiative was weak
now and wouldn't even dare to raise their heads!
Spike longed to disagree as he recognized he was to be
stuck into the meat grinder, but he had no way to come
up with anything without appearing as a total coward.
Damn the devious young man, Spike thought, if he hadn't
already decided to betray him he'd do it for this!
"Sure, I'll be honored," he said instead. Chipperly.

*

Giles had no idea how long he was in the dark room now,
nor what had happened to him exactly. There was so much
what had gone wrong - totally wrong - that he feared the
worst ever since he became calm enough to think again.
The inabilty to do anything drove him nuts the most.
There still were no signs and there was no way to be
sure the Daywalker was on earth, but he began to fear.
While his research led into a literal dead end there,
albeit he had learned so many disturbing things to be
true and that there indeed had been one before, things
got totally out of control.
Buffy was attending one burial after another and after
someone killed Joyce he'd snapped. Giles was not sure
if Spike had told him the truth, no more, but he had
gone Ripper and tried to kill Riley Finn.
He had failed - and as he heard later Buffy had done
the same, but Xander had appeared and rescued her. And
now he was rotting inside this stinking dark cell and
got questioned regularly. Tortured was another word.
Not forgot about the rape part, albeit he quickly got
to like it. Ethan had done worse to him, before. And
if he could get a bit more of a ration for blowing
some dick - well, ever after coming to town he'd had
no big choice there. He wasn't that into girls but
Jenny was such a good dominatrix he didn't mind. And
Joyce had been a magic thing, so to speak.
And hell would have frozen over before he'd made
out with that little annoying asshole Harris! He was
still amazed how he managed to stay alive for all the
years until Drucilla got him.
Giles briefly thought about Willow and was a bit sorry
the cute redhead had to die, she had done so much, she
should have gotten a better fate. A better life.
Shouldn't they all? Especially Buffy. Such a good girl
despite all her flaws...a real girlscout. If she'd just
gotten a real education and, mind you, manners!
Now Riley had come to him and he talked about Xander
playing mind games with them all the time. He was the
badass king of all vampires and was leading the forces
of the night against the Initiative...something Giles
had a hard time to believe. Even if he was as vicious
as Giles knew the bastard could be (not telling Buffy
about Willow restoring Angel's soul was the biggest
proof to that), a newborn simply wasn't so powerfull
to get all the vampires to cooperate. Not even the
Master had had that kind of power.
It only made sense if...and he didn't even want to
go there. For, if Xander was the daywalker, they could
as well hang themselves and prepare for a millenia of
darkness with humans being mere cattle to their undead
tormentors. It was written he'd bring that about.
"What about Buffy?" he asked, astounded how raw his
throat was. He was next to unable to speak! Riley got
him some water and then it was better. Giles thanked
him and even forgot about past animousities. "I can't
believe she would stand aside. Was she...hurt?"

"She went all crazy when I explained how I killed the
vampire that tormented her before, this Angel."

Giles barked out a rough laugh. Then he explained about
the soul-cursed vampire Angel and his alter ego Angelus,
not exactly a topic Riley was that interested in. But
he liked to hear about Buffy - he was talking some utter
nonsense of what a whore she was.

"Where did you gat that ideas, Finn?"

"Out of her own very mouth!" Riley said reluctantly. He
clenched his jaws and looked away. "That Harris came to
the restaurant after she went down...saved her, killed
a few of my men...ran with her. They vanished. There was
just a trail of corpses and then the Hostiles began to
go totally mad." He sawllowed. "I saw her this very
night, MR. Giles. She was one of Them." And then he told
about Buffy admitting to him she let herself be changed
into a monster of her own free will by Xander Harris.

"Impossible," Giles coughed out. Yet he knew better. He
thought about starting to pray, as if that would do
anything good. "I'll never believe this."

"See for yourselves," Riley said and led him out of the
cell. Giles was nearly blinded by the light outside at
first but soon adapted and got to see the cage where his
charge was held. Vamped out and really angry, a monster
right out of the book.
The ex-Watcher let loose a scream of torment and sank to
his knees, tears on his face. the prophecy, he thought,
it was real. Xander became the Black Knight, that ever
mysterious and infamous daywalker, and he did destroy
the Slayer. Utterly! He turned her into her opposite, a
force of evil.
Giles wept and remembered the other phrases of prophecy.
The Initiative...the vanity of man, the armies of the
kingless country, mighty and rich and ignorant, heathens
to the holy writ. They were next to fall.
There would be fire, there would be blood and betrayal.
Giles glanced up at Riley Finn and told him about that,
but the younger soldier did not believe him. That was
not to be expected, the prophecy was clear on it.
Riley opened his eyes wide as Giles smiled in pain and
explained about the coming dark age. About a flood of
master vampires and about someone to get them to work
together, someone to destroy any force of good. And any
other would-be evil that could endanger his claim.
And army of turned Slayers, led by the princess of the
knight. An army of demons and dark mages and vampires.
An unstoppable force taking down the world.
Until, in a thousand years, there could come a hero to
finally defeat the monster...maybe. Just maybe.
"I know you don't belive any bit of it," he said. How
could he? The point where that future could have been
stopped was passed, propbably years ago! Someone made
a mistake and then...that's been it. Damn, it was not
fair. As if it meant anything. "So do me a favor and
simply shoot me now, Riley."

"Shoot you? But...why?"

"I don't want to be around when she gets out of there,"
Giles stated, wondering how dense the young man could
be. "I know you think she can't kill - she will find a
way to break your spell on her."

"It's no spell, it is an implant. She cannot break it!"
Riley snapped enraged. "You must know something that
can help me, turn her back, human again. You must."

Giles laughed. "You don't understand," he said, "she did
it of her own free will! You are right, Xander played us
all for a fool. But it was not about your or mine pain,
it was to get her to do this."

"Why?"

"Because there is no way to save her now, Mr. Finn. No
way beyond god's own forgiveness! for without it Buffy's
soul will end up in eternal damnation," Giles hissed.
"She will not merely burn in purgatory, she will be a
whore of the devil in hell and glad about it...she will
become a demon."

Riley snorted, wondering why he even did listen to this
old dirty man. This maniac. Hell, God, souls and demons!
What came next, little green man and Bigfoot? Well, he
rather believed into them than...! What the shit.
"There must be a way," he pleaded. A last hope after the
Professor had turned him down flat. The only resolve he
could offer her would be...well, death. "Please."

"I told you, there is no way," Giles said. "But I can
tell you about how to fight the vampires and the beast
who is leading them!" He smirked. "You want to hear?"
He began to explain about the daywalker and how he was
different from the usual vampire. Able to walk when
and were he wanted to, force the humans to his will.

Riley was not so much interested but fascinated with the
description of a most dangerous type of Hostiles. And he
saw that he did know things, regardless of how deranged
he was. He'd have him transferred to some other
installation where a propaer staff could wring him for
all information he gathered. Tomorrow. Tonight he had a
big victory to aquire, a great man Hostiles were to be
trapped and destroyed.
He brought Giles back into his cell and turned to see
Graham walk into the room right afterwards, then Riley
gave his orders to arrange for a security detail to
transfer the prisoner out and Graham nodded at the right
words and shook his head furiously at others.
He was looking a little spooked and was walking around
like a dreamer, but Riley didn't mind. After the last
days and all the stress he'd wonder if anyone could
stay normal. They all needed a longer vacation and maybe
some pills to help with the dreams. And therapy.
"I'm sorry you can't come with us!" Riles said to his
friend. "But I gather you will show the bitch what she
did wrong when hurting Forrest. Just don't kill her,
okay?"

"I won't!" Graham promised, horrified. "I am sure this
new endeavor will be quite the success. Now we know
where they assholes will strike and when - and can
finally kick them in the balls!"

"Yeah," Riley muttered, smiling. Then he walked to
change into his combat suit, take up his arms and rode
out to do battle. "Gonna kick ass!" And maybe he'd
even get to shoot Harris dead, this time.

Graham looked after the forces leaving and smiled, but
behind his empty eyes another mind - and person - was
watching events. And was very, very pleased to see how
everything acted out so far.
This night would be a real deal of fun.



Xander, using the body of the unwilling Graham, smiled
as he planted another bomb at the last backup powerline
of the Initiative HQ and set the timer. Now, right at
the time they would end up blind and deaf and helpless.
Everything would bang away in one smooth blow and the
best was: They even provided the bombs!
Cheerfully whistling he walked over the corridor to
where the holding cells were located and entered the
security central.
A young private and a grizly old sergeant where there
to oversee the system. Mostly looking for ways to deal
with their total boredom but lately they stared at the
monitor where Buffy sat in her cage.
Briefly talking to them he pulled out a combat knive
and quickly and expertly slashed the old man's throat.
He was the more dangerous of the pair and he was
gurgling, his mout spilling red blood as Xander held
him fast while chatting on with the junior.
"Hey, kid," he said, "I think this night we'll try
something a little bit new."

"What, sir?" the private wondered. "You take my ass
again with commander Finn?"

"Hell, no!" Xander said, amused. "I was thinking more in
the way of opening some doors...!" And then he hammered
a fist on the big red button which opened all the doors
and kept them locked open.
The private screamed and turned around, yelling for the
sargeant and found him dead. "But...Sir...why did you?"
Xander threw the knive and saw how it embedded itself
into the lad's heart, the private grabbed at it and
stared spooked. "Sir? Why did you kill me?" the man was
able to ask. "What did I do wrong?" And then his eyes
broke.

"So dense they even have to ask!" Xander shook his head
and laughed meniacally. Now the fun was gonna start.
He used his machine pistol to destroy the controls in
here and walked out, went out to the sabotaged exit he
had chosen as the way for his squad to enter. Went out
to call in damnation for those assembled down here. And
to help his queen regain her honour by slaughtering
everything alive in here - excluding the struggling
ghoul who would remain to wait for Riley. And die from
missing his master's blood, a very painfull wasting act.
"Hey, Graham, go chipper. You know, it wasn't exactly a
pleasure to even suck in a drop of your dirty essence,
man!" Xander said aloud, to the lost mind. "And do not
despair, in hell they're already waiting to get their
claws at you...and unlike my other people you won't be
welcome! But don't worry, after all it's only eternity
you are gonna stay in there. So enjoy your precious
time on earth before the real suffering begins."
Grahams mind was shouting a desperate no, screaming.
But he was completely unable to do anything against
this as Xander searched for his queen, his love.
She came stumbling out of her cell and some of the
nasty guards were trying to bring her back in. He
shot them in the back and she thanked him, her fangs
extending in hunger and then weeping as the chip
sent agony into her brain for thinking of feeding.
Xander cursed them and looked out to see Buffy as she
came to her legs again, stumbled over to the wall
and deliberately smashed some part of the wall and
tore out a cable hidden behind it.
"Do it," he commanded with an appreciating nod.

Buffy nodded to him and then shoved an electricity
wire into her face, frying her chip. She screamed
as it hurt terribly and she smoked a bit somewhere,
twitchted, but then she broke the current. And then
she laughed.
"Hi there, Xand. Now, where's the big fun gonna be?"

Xander sighed and mentioned where Giles was. The rest
she knew already. Giles would face some long and messy
death - and rot in hell right besides Graham, to fuel
his powers. As for everything else, the minions storming
the place had not much troubles with killing all the
scientists.
"Time," he muttered. "Right about time that this old
fart finally does something good for ME!" He found it
amusing and as he passed a few guards who saw the
prisoners escaping and hammered on the alarm (they still
wondered why it didn't work, fools!) and the shot them
in the back. "Now, I could get used to that, don't ya
think, Gram?" Not really. He certainly needed no looser
like Graham, one I-wannabe-gay-guy who just sucked cock
for just another promotion.
But, now, he'd get at least ONE good act of pussy now.
After Xander invited in his minions, he went down again
and entered the bureau of the Professor. She was awake
and working on some papers.

"Graham," she asked. "What is it?"

"Oh, I just wanted to rape you a bit before I make you
a minion, I must say I am impressed at what a corrupt
and foul soul you are," Xander told her. "And don't
bother to call for security. And by the way, this is not
Graham."

The Professor glared at him like he was mad until she
had pressed the button - and nothing happened. Her
eyes grew curious. "What the hell is that supposed to
be? Thsi isn't funny!"

"Sorry, I killed the whole System, isn't it great what
you can do with knwoing just which wires to cut in the
right places?" Xander grinned as he stepped forward and
punched her out, then started to rip her clothes off.
Her eyes were so big they nearly popped out of her and
shock got her to touch her bleeding mouth and nose.
"And don't bother about screaming, in a minute or two
there will be no living human left in here anyway. Not
outside of this office!" He smiled wider as she screamed
and he forced himself into her dry cunt, then she began
to fight him like mad, clawing and struggling. Despite
her holding him off, it only bought time as Xander beat
the woman into submission. More of her blood was spilled
as he slammed her on the table over and over again.
There was the unmistakeable sound of snapping bones
and then her eyes broke as she died.
Xander roared as he came into her and then stopped, he
sighed. What a waste of time and effort. And what a damn
whimper Graham was!
He snorted as he turned away, time to go up and prepare
the little present for Riley Finn. When he returned.