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The Watchers' Diaries: The Apocrypha
Entry 5 - Bodies
came as a bit of a jolt to Giles to realize he'd actually begun to look
forward to Spike's letters. He found himself sorting quickly through the
post each time it came, looking for an envelope from Sunnydale and experiencing
a small pang of disappointment each time one was not there.
tried to tell himself it was just because of the news about Buffy, whom
he was concerned for. He'd only received one brief note from her since
his return to England, painting a far different picture from Spike and
their few phone calls had been filled with uncomfortable silences and
guarded sentences. If anyone had told him a year ago he believe Spike's
accounts rather than Buffy's, he would have thought them mad.
of the things I enjoy about your letters is that they're so full of glad
tidings. Of course, mine aren't much better, so that puts us on equal
I surprised the Council has yet to uncover anything? No. The Council plods.
The Council has always plodded. If they didn't, they might be more effective
against my kind. I've garnered a fair amount of information about them
during my study of Slayers, and there are times they act like they're
stuck in the Nineteenth Century. The old "the sun never sets on the British
Empire" mentality. Before you start clucking your tongue, let me remind
you that I remember when Disraeli made Victoria Empress of India.
wasn't clucking at all, but chuckling. Spike had somehow managed to echo
his own opinion exactly, though he'd never admit it.
Chalmers' thesis has arrived and is currently sitting on my bedside table.
Perhaps it is a well-thought out piece of work, but her style's a perfect
cure for insomnia. It's taken about three days to get through the first
two chapters and this is my bloody life she's writing about. I'm making
notes like a good boy, though I fully intend to be selective about what
I let her know. No reason to give your enemies too much information on
oneself, is there? Actually, I'll amend the above. I found her summary
of Angelus highly amusing and will happily give her copious notes on what
the Poof was like in those days. A man's got to have some fun.
have to say I like your idea of gathering support before attempting to
push for a stipend. Points to you, Rupert, for not rushing in blindly.
Although Buffy never said a word to me about Travers, Joyce was fairly
forthcoming in sharing what Buffy had told her. Sounded like a perfect
miss Joyce. Lovely, lovely lady. Never hesitated to offer me a cup of
hot chocolate when I dropped by, and was always willing to listen to my
problems. Ripped me a new one about the stunt I pulled with chaining Buffy
up, though; I'd come by hoping to get re-invited in, but she refused.
Said Buffy had her reasons and I'd have to earn her trust before I was
allowed back inside. Told me that if I tried to hurt her daughter, she'd
take an axe to me like she did when we first met, only it wouldn't be
with the blunt end.
to believe she's been gone nearly a year. I stroll by her grave on a regular
basis, make sure everything's alright. Wish she was here now; she might
be able to get through to Buffy.
it really been a year? Putting the letter aside for a moment, Giles tried
to wrap his mind around all that had happened in that short space of time.
Joyce's death. The fight with Glory. Buffy's own death. The nearly five
months of patrolling and trying to keep the demons and vampires convinced
Buffy was still alive. Coming home to England, only to get the phone call
from Willow that Buffy was alive. Back to Sunnydale. A smile and hug,
but tired, tired eyes. Offering to let Buffy lean on him while she got
better, only to find she was simply letting him do the thinking for her.
Learning she'd not been in a hell dimension at all. Making the decision
much, so short a time. A glance out the window showed the day was gray
and overcast, a far cry from the clear blue skies of Southern California.
He'd ask the rector to add Joyce's name to the remembrances for Sunday.
asked how the others were doing. I saw Red the other day and she seemed
in better physical shape, though still a bit jumpy. Apparently she's not
allowed into the Magic Box without a chaperone, which is probably the
best thing for the moment. We talked about general subjects like the plans
for Buffy's birthday party and what she should take this semester. She
was very much in her "Willow trying to pretend everything's fine" mode,
so there's still a lot of stress going on there she doesn't want to admit
haven't seen Dawn in a few weeks. Buffy has put her foot down about her
visiting my crypt, as that's hardly the image one wants to give Social
Services, young girl visiting a man alone in a dangerous cemetery. Nibblet
showed up one afternoon anyway, and I put my foot down, backed up what
Big Sis said. I received the trademarked pout for my pains.
key turned in the lock and Giles looked up as Olivia entered. "I brought
the stuff you wanted," she said, putting the bags she carried down. "What
time are your guests coming?"
eight; should be plenty of time to get supper together." He rose from
his chair and gave her a light kiss.
if you get yourself lost in research." She gestured to the pages he still
held. "Information from your colleagues?"
glanced at the pages before setting them down on the desk and picking
up one of the bags. "Actually, a letter from Sunnydale. All the latest
gave him a gentle push. "Why don't you finish, then? I'll put everything
away. I know you want to hear how Buffy is doing."
Olivia puttering about the kitchen, Giles settled back into his chair.
seems to be making some effort to reconnect with Dawn, though I don't
know how successful she's been. She's making an effort at the job as well,
being perky despite that incredibly stupid hat she has to wear. Reminds
me a bit of the bot, though, the few times I've stopped by, the smile
a bit too fixed.
this, though, she's not really connecting with the Scoobies; I've seen
her withdraw from them at the Bronze, watched the smile fall from her
face when they aren't looking. I'll admit that I like having Buffy in
the shadows with me; she's suddenly within my grasp, all warmth and fire
-- at least until she realizes she's let her guard down a little too much
and flees. This isn't like it was when I first wrote you. She comes to
me now, seeks me out. There's enough of a connection between us that I
can sense her, and I don't mean the usual vampiric "ooh, dinner" type
of sensing. It's like there's a signature that cries out "Buffy" when
she's near. I had that to some extent with Drusilla, but I always thought
it was in large part because she's my Sire. Dru seemed to have the same
reaction to Angelus, knew when he walked in the room.
is different, though. It's stronger, more intense, and I can tell when
she's approaching, not just in the same room with me. What's more, I think
she can feel it too. I would say blood was calling to blood, but we've
done nothing to warrant that. There are times when she trusts me, when
I see her come to life again, and hope springs eternal.
felt at once repelled and relieved. He wished Buffy would come to her
senses and end this liaison with Spike. No good would come of it, of that
he was certain.
knew how Giles felt and still wrote, seemed to be dealing with him honestly.
If his objective had been to rub Giles' nose in his success at finally
luring Buffy to his bed, there were far more graphic word pictures he
could have painted. Instead, his words were filled with concern.
sentence stood out, and Giles re-read it to make certain he'd not mistaken
Spike's meaning: I would say blood was calling to blood, but we've
done nothing to warrant that.
hadn't bitten her. The thing that had haunted Giles' dreams since Spike's
first letter had not happened. He'd assumed sex would include biting;
all the extant research on the mating habits of vampire seemed to indicate
it was a common occurrence.
course, when had any of those authors actually had the chance to observe
pulling his mind out of the research gutter it was headed for, he focused
on the next paragraph.
fragile, though, more fragile than I often want to admit. Worse, she's
managed to acquire some enemies who seem to be playing with her mind.
It started when they turned her invisible (which I didn't tell you about
because I didn't know most of the details, and what I did know is private
between Buffy and myself), but a few days ago, they tried to pin a murder
theory, I don't know most of this, but remember how I said Willow was
a bit jumpy when we met? She also talked far more than she should. Our
old friend Warren (from whom I commissioned the bot) has decided upon
a career as an arch villain (which is probably better than flipping burgers
at Doublemeat Palace) and joined forces with two of Buffy's schoolmates,
Jonathon and Andrew. They stole a diamond from the Sunnydale Museum and
used it to create an invisibility ray, which Buffy got caught in. Willow
managed to help Buffy become visible (without magic, you'll be happy to
know) and that's when they discovered these three were behind various
things that have been going on around here.
few nights ago, Buffy and I were out in the woods when time began to get
all wonky. We were fighting demons, then not fighting them, then Buffy
hit a girl, who went rolling down an embankment. The girl was dead when
I got down there and Buffy was convinced she'd killed her. She wasn't
thinking clearly, talking about turning herself in, so I got her home
and went back to take care of the body. Unfortunately, I botched the job
and the police found it. Buffy was going to turn herself in despite my
efforts but stopped when she learned the girl was connected to Warren.
Seems the demons we'd been fighting had been Rwasundi, who cause temporal
distortions and hallucinations for humans. The Rwasundi must have been
summoned by Warren to frame Buffy, because it turns out the girl had been
dead over twenty-four hours when we found her. I thought I smelled fresh
blood when I moved her, so he'd clearly put a glamour on her as well to
make her appear newly dead.
worries me is that Buffy looked almost relieved to be turning herself
in, ready to walk away from Dawn, me, the Scoobies, everyone. I'm beginning
to believe what's wrong may be more than just what Red did to bring her
back. Can I really be the only one that sees it? Do Harris, Red and Demon-Girl
really believe that everything is as hunky-dory as they pretend? If they
do, they're bigger idiots than I thought them to be.
I'm over-reacting. I saw Buffy last night, briefly, while I was on my
way home from a blood run. She told me she knew she hadn't killed the
girl and that she knew who did. Didn't give me half the details Red did,
but at least she told me. Also told me she was mad at me for trying to
dispose of the body, that the police would have quickly realized she hadn't
been responsible. I pointed out that by the time the incredibly brilliant
police force of Sunnydale had deduced that, Social Services would have
moved in to take Dawn away. Didn't have a reply on that one, just told
me she'd pulled the late shift at her job for the next week so she wouldn't
be able to see me. Told her I'd take patrol and she shouldn't worry.
very civil, lasted only a few minutes, but she didn't have that haunted
look about her. Wasn't running away, but taking care of business. It wasn't
the greatest, but maybe it's a start.
this, and only Spike thought to write and let him know what was happening.
Xander, of course, would be busy with the wedding, and Anya had both the
wedding and the shop to occupy herself. Willow might have dropped word,
though she would be more likely to do that via e-mail rather than pen
to paper. Perhaps he should get that modem hooked up. He'd ask Olivia
if she knew how to handle it.
to hear you won't make the wedding. Would be nice to have another adult
to talk with, though I've been given hints I may well be expected to help
entertain the guests Anya's invited. I know Buffy would like to see you
again. She misses you something terrible, to the point that she's actually
talked to me about it. If I could, I'd spirit her away from Sunnydale
and bring her to visit you. If it rained enough, I might even be able
to go sightseeing with her during the day.
more to report, except to remind you Buffy's turning twenty-one soon,
and you know she'd like at least a card. Send something cheerful that'll
put a smile on her face. She's so beautiful when she smiles and I haven't
seen that enough lately.
for the offer of the phone. If I need to call, I will, but I wake each
night hoping things will get better and I won't have to call in the Cavalry.
Problem is, I already did by writing you, didn't I?
slipped the pages back into the envelope, but made no move to rise for
several minutes. There was supper to start and guests to arrive soon --
several younger members of the Council, including Lydia Chalmers. At least
he could tell Lydia her thesis had arrived safely.
comfort when he wanted to be halfway around the world in an instant.
Continued in Entry 6 - Reasons
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