The Watchers' Diaries: The Apocrypha
Entry 4 - Plans
as bad as the beating from Glory, but Spike still felt the ache. He had
some herbs, procured earlier that day from the Magic Box that would help
— aspirin not being particularly effective on vampires - but they
tended to fog the mind a bit and he wanted to be clearheaded to deal with
Giles' latest missive.
dispensed both herbs and the letter with annoyance. Apparently she was
supposed to go look at an ice swan for the wedding and had hoped he'd
show up so she could leave the shop in his hands. One look at his face,
though, and she'd decided he would scare away the customers.
paid no heed to her complaints; he wasn't particularly in the mood to
play shopkeeper for her, even if it meant she might feel less inclined
to allow him to use the shop as a mail drop. He was tired, sore and wanted
nothing more than to sleep until the pain went away. It'd be in a lonely
bed, too; Buffy likely wouldn't come calling after their bout in the alley.
gently onto the pillows of his bed, he pulled the pages from the envelope.
Giles' writing was never easy to read, and his swollen eye made it more
difficult. He thought of tossing it aside, swallowing the herbs and some
blood and forgetting it all until he felt better. The thought was only
a passing one.
I had better news to report, but the Council unfortunately seems to be
in the early stages of its research. The last report I heard only went
through the Fourteenth Century and did nothing but reaffirm my certainty
that Willow did a foolish and dangerous thing with this spell. It was
a distressing afternoon and I must confess your letter (which had arrived
in the morning post) proved a comfort, even with its less than cheerful
knew that your chip no longer functions around Buffy, that might give
them a better idea of where to look. Unfortunately, the Council would
also consider you an immediate threat and would either send orders to
Buffy to kill you or send a team to accomplish the job. Roger Iverson,
watcher to the last slayer you killed, argues for it on a regular basis;
he was particularly appalled to learn I had worked with you and hadn't
taken the opportunity to "accidentally" plunge a stake into your heart.
So he had
enemies. Not particularly surprising. It'd taken about forty years and
encounters with several other slayers to realize he'd been marked as a
target, someone the young women were trained to recognize. Nikki's death
had likely only moved him up the list.
would these men do if they realized their precious slayer had not only
worked with him, but come to his bed? It was something he didn't care
members of the Council are hostile toward you, however. In fact, those
who have seen little or no field work find you an object of intense interest.
It is rare that any have the chance to actually study a vampire on a long-term
basis in the wild, so to speak and I know of more than one person who
would leap at the chance to interview you. I've been peppered with questions
regarding your background, personal habits, etc, most of which I have
refused to answer. For some reason, I find the idea of betraying any confidences
distasteful. I have, however, informed Quentin Travers, the head of the
Council, that you are a fan of Passions and enjoy Wheatbix in your
blood. You would have found his annoyance quite amusing.
we can use this fascination to our mutual advantage. You might recall
Lydia Chalmers from the Council's last visit to Sunnydale. It seems she
was quite taken with you during her brief interview, so much so that it
has become a bit of a joke among her fellows. You were the object of her
thesis, a well-thought out piece of work even if it relies on sources
which I have come to realize are in error. For example, if Angel turned
Drusilla in 1860 and she is your sire, you can hardly be 200 years old
as many books claim. I have taken the liberty of forwarding a copy of
Miss Chalmers' thesis to you under a separate cover. She would be highly
appreciative if you could read it and provide some annotations and corrections.
Send them to me and I will make certain she receives them.
It took Spike
a minute to recall the woman Giles spoke of. Blondish hair pulled back
severely, glasses. She'd fluttered when he'd smiled at her, though he
couldn't remember any particular effort to charm her, just trying to figure
out why the Council had come knocking at his door and chosen not to turn
him into a pile of dust.
the paragraph and grimaced at the thought of reading the woman's thesis.
What was Giles thinking?
you do this, you might ask? Because I found your suggestion the Council
pay Buffy a stipend an excellent one, and I have convinced Lydia to do
some investigation into possible precedents for such an action. She is
better-connected then I at this moment and Travers has some faith in her
abilities. In order to make a stipend palatable to Buffy, we must ensure
there are as few strings attached as possible. Travers will never extend
such an offer with no strings, but I will do what I can to minimize the
damage. Lydia may also prove useful in the future.
reason to read the thesis. He'd play nice and do as Giles asked. He was
doing this for Buffy, he reminded himself.
still working at the Doublemeat Palace? I understand your concerns about
her well-being and the effect it might have on her, but if Social Services
is becoming a problem, then even that employment is better than none.
She was quite right to refuse your offer of money; while your intention
may have been to help her, a questionable source of income would hardly
aid her cause to keep Dawn. Thank you, though, for keeping an eye on her
where patrolling is concerned; it gives me some peace of mind.
said about the look in Buffy's eyes set me to thinking. I will confess
to some unease since I've returned home. At first I attributed it to readjusting
to life in a different clime and at a different pace, as well as the circumstances
under which I left Sunnydale and concern for Buffy. Now I realize it is
not simply that, but a growing concern with the way the Council handles
slayers. Travers and many others see them as a tool, a weapon in the war
against the forces of darkness; they expect the girl to be totally dedicated
to this task with no other interests to distract her. I once thought that
was as it should be, but now I have my doubts. I wish I could trust you
enough to enroll you as an ally, use your experience to better train slayers.
Even if you were willing, that the Council would accept such help is beyond
the realm of possibility.
dropped the pages in shock. Him? Train slayers? Next Giles would be suggesting
he become bloody watcher.
was he doing now? Writing letters on Buffy's activities, seeking advice,
doing what he could to help her. About the only thing he wasn't doing
was seeing to her training. When his wounds had healed, though…
for the herbs and tossed them down his throat, following it with a large
chaser of blood. Not going to think that way.
my rambling. It was not my intention to burden you with my thoughts. Have
you heard anything more about the situation with Social Services? How
is Dawn dealing with this? Are she and Buffy communicating? How is Willow's
recovery progressing? I wish I knew of a support group that could help
her, but the people in Sunnydale who would understand what she is going
through are precisely the type of people she should avoid.
I am glad
to hear you were officially invited to the wedding. Like it or not, you
have become very much a part of our lives and it is fitting you be included
in this special occasion. I had hoped to be able to be there, but it seems
unlikely at this point. Pity, as I think you and I have a great deal to
discuss, much of which is difficult to do by letter.
You and me
both, Rupert. You and me both.
that by the time this letter reaches you, Buffy will have either found
other employment or come to terms with the work she's doing. I can understand
your frustration, but do what you can to help her. Willow brought her
back, but I fear it is up to you to keep her alive. If you need anything,
let me know. If you need to call me, use the phone at the Magic Box; I
will make things right with Anya.
the letter to one side and gingerly slid into a prone position. Damn.
This hadn't been his intent when he'd written the watcher initially. He'd
needed someone to talk with and he'd been hoping there'd be an answer
to Buffy's problems in Giles' musty books. Even if there was, it was clear
it wouldn't be coming soon.
Continued in Entry 5 - Bodies