PARTS 1-4 PARTS 5-8 PARTS 9-13 PART 5
The Outcast had just left the woman's apartment. He had been very careful not to be seen by anybody. He knew that the boy and his conquest hadn't been seen when they had moved in the night before. The Outcast smiled at this memory that wasn't his but was pleasant though. He was in the street now, just in front of the building he had just left. Noticing a phone box at the corner of the street, he walked in, took the phone, dialled a number and waited for an answer.
"Sunnydale Police Department. What can I do for you?"
"Hello, I... I've just heard screams coming from my neighbour's apartment... it... I don't know what to do... it was so... it was terrifying and had so much pain in it... I..."
"Keep your calm, mister. I'll send a patrol just to check. Can I have your name, please?"
"Capshaw, Reginald Capshaw. 1425 Oak Drive... it occurred in the apartment just above mine... screams and then... nothing... this silence, oh my God, it is so stressing."
"Don't worry, Mr Capshaw, the patrol is already on its way. Stay locked in your apartment and wait for them."
"T... thank you, Miss... I'll do that."
The smile on the Outcast's lips grew wider and he had a hard time not to laugh. He hung off and breathed. This world was too good to be true. He was delighted just by thinking about all the fun he would have during the upcoming days. He could already hear the sirens of the police patrol. But he didn't want to see them, he had other things to do. He took the phone once again and dialled the number for the information then, waited again for an answer.
"Hello, Information service."
"Yes, hello, Milady. I just want to have the phone numbers of the four most important TV channels in California."
"Certainly, Sir."
Oh, yeah, this world would be so much fun to live in it.
Faith was pacing. She was in Buffy's room, no, their room and didn't know what to do. The Scoobies were on their way but she was so afraid of having lost Buffy, lost her love. She didn't want to stay in the living room anymore. After having knocked the blonde down with the cover, something she still had trouble dealing with, she had brought her in their house and had chained her in the living room. Then, remorse had assaulted her. Seeing the bruise on Buffy temple, seeing her marvellous face hurt had awaken bad memories in her mind, memories of a time she so wanted to erase from History. Even if she knew that she hadn't really hurt her Buffy and that she couldn't have done anything else to stop the shrew... she still felt miserable and guilty... and it was that bitch's fault.
She had verified that blonde girl couldn't escape then, had come in the bedroom, the only place that the bitch hadn't tainted by her presence. It was the only place that was still Buffy. In this room, she could smell Buffy's perfume, the vanilla scents that drove her crazy every time she smelt it.
She had stayed on their bed for a long time, imagining Buffy laying in it with her. Some day, would she ever have the joy to wake up with her love? Why? Why couldn't she enjoy happiness? Why couldn't they live happily ever after? Why Buffy? That wasn't fair! That was so unfair! Who did this? What did this? Was it the curse? Too many questions and she so needed answers. It was killing her not to have a clue about what was happening. Now, too nervous to stay in the bed, she was pacing.
She had looked at the pictures of Buffy, Buffy and Dawn, Buffy and Joyce, Buffy and the Scoobies and noticed the absence of a picture showing them together... Buffy and Faith, the Chosen Two... in love. She remembered that day, three or four days before, when Buffy asked her to remind her to buy a film to immortalize their love... she had forgotten and now regretted it with all her soul.
She went to the bathroom, washed her hands and put them wet on her face. Then, she looked at her image in the mirror that was hanging above the sink and let her mind go, remembering the events of the day, this perfect day with Buffy, her eyes when she had seen her in her skirt, the lust she had seen in them at that moment. She remembered her joy when she had seen her gift, Buffy's gentle caresses in her legs that had aroused her so much, Buffy's "What I want to do is... YOU" comment... oh yeah, that comment.
Then, she remembered the last weeks, the best weeks of her life, the weeks with Buffy. She remembered the first time Buffy had really said that she cared about her, this day, just after they had vanquished Buffy's beast. She remembered the words as if she had just heard them:
"...and when I look at you, the only person I see is my friend, the one who makes me laugh, the one who embarrasses me so easily, the one who saved my life more than once, the one I care about, the one I need in my life... Yes, Faith... I've forgiven you and I know I need you in my life... as a friend and... maybe more."
"Maybe more," that was what Faith wanted more than anything. This day, she had accepted her back in her life, something Faith had dreamed about so often in her cell. This day, Buffy had given her hope for the future, this day had been the first life lesson Faith had received from Buffy: Life is worth living.
And then, she remembered the declaration. It was so unexpected, so good to hear, so good to feel through their first kiss... And this sentence, this sentence that Faith had always found beautiful and so right, a real definition of what they meant for each other:
"I want to be your future as much as I want me to be yours."
So why? Why did they take her away from her? Faith couldn't stand a life without Buffy. Buffy was her future... and she was hers... she was hers... SHE WAS HERS. Her fist was on the mirror now, breaking it in pieces. Blood was dropping in the sink, her blood. A small smile crossed her lips... things were going to change. She wouldn't let despair conquer her, not now, not ever.
Faith looked again at her broken image in what was left of the mirror. Yes, she was Buffy's future and she was it more than ever. Every time she had had trouble, her first reaction had always been brooding and running away... but that was the old Faith, the pre-Buffy Faith. It wasn't the time to whine and regret things, it was the time to act. Now, more than ever, Faith was Buffy's future.
Life, hope and love, three words that have gained so much importance for Faith the last weeks, three words that were the basis of what Buffy had taught her, no, of what Buffy had made her realize and she wasn't gonna forget it. She would live to save Buffy, hope would never leave her and she would feed on her love for Buffy to achieve her goal... things were going to change.
She went back to the bedroom to change her clothes. She folded the skirt, paying attention not to soil it. This skirt was Buffy's... and she would wear it when she'd be back. She put her usual leather pants and then, looked in Buffy's wardrobe. She wanted to wear Buffy's leather jacket, the red one she had seen her wear once. She quickly found it, put it on her and then went downstairs.
She went directly to the kitchen, took a bowl in the cupboard, fill it in with water then moved to the living room where the blonde was still laying on the floor. She kneed in front of the chained girl then throw the water on her face. The girl jumped, taken by surprise but fully awake now. She looked at her surroundings before recognizing Faith. Terror was back on her features.
"You... what... what do you want from me?"
Faith took a mirror in a drawer then presented it in front of her prisoner.
"OK, see in the mirror. That's the face of the woman I love. I don't know how you did it but you are now squatting her body and I want her back. See, we're on the same boat."
"No, you're trying to play with me, you're a sorceress, one of Satan's mistresses. I know it, you play with humans, we are just tools for you. You tell us crazy things and make us believe them but eventually, you'd kill me... and who knows what other disgusting idea you have in mind."
"Oh, let go that crap, will you..."
Then, Faith saw the woman join her hands to pray. As the first words of a prayer left the blonde's lips, Faith sighed heavily. It wasn't gonna be easy.
Dawn ran out of the car as soon as it had stopped. The other Scoobies were behind her but all she wanted was to enter the house to see what had happened. "I hit her," that was all Faith had been able to say when she had called them and Dawn wondered what the hell had forced Faith to do it. She knew how important Buffy was for Faith. She knew that Faith wouldn't do anything to hurt her sister and even if Faith had seemed so guilty on the phone, Dawn had never doubted that it had to be an explanation to this mess.
Willow and Tara were just behind Dawn. Willow's first reaction to Faith's phone call had been anger. The first thought that had crossed her mind was that Faith had hurt Buffy on purpose... then, she knew that she was wrong and felt ashamed. Faith loved Buffy and she had no doubts about it. Besides, the brunette would never have called them if she had done it intentionally. So, what could have happened... the second thought was that Buffy's beast had awaken again and that Faith had to knock it down... but it wasn't logical either... so, what could have forced Faith to hurt Buffy? She didn't know and it scared her.
Xander followed the three women. Anya had stayed at the Magic Box, still busy with customers but he knew that she also was worried. She never showed it to the others but he knew her too well to miss it. And he was worried too. If the two slayers were obliged to fight each other, it could only mean one thing, trouble and pain... Well, that was two things but that wasn't the point...
Dawn and the witches quickly entered the house. Once inside, they heard Faith's voice... she was angry and impatient, these two feelings were recognizable in her voice.
"I'm not a fucking offspring of Satan and I'm not fucking with your mind and prayers won't hurt me... so, drop the bullshit and answer me."
The Scoobies moved in the living room to see Faith kneeling in front of Buffy who had been chained. They were ready to speak, to ask what the hell was wrong when they heard the blonde's prayers... and they automatically noticed the accent, they automatically noticed Buffy's strange behaviour and for a minute they didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do except watch.
"Geez, bitch! Do you have something in this sponge you call brain? Is it so difficult to see that we are in the same shit?"
The blonde didn't answer and continued to pray. It was at that time that Dawn found the courage to approach her sister.
"Buffy?"
The blond woman looked at the younger Summers and her eyes became wide, her fear had reached a new level just by seeing the young girl. She tried to run but couldn't because of the chains.
"NO, LET ME GO! PROTECT ME FROM IT! NO, PLEASE... MERCY."
Dawn made a step back, she didn't know what to do, what was Buffy talking about? The other Scoobies were also speechless. The blonde then turned her head towards Faith and said:
"I knew you were a liar. You were just trying to distract me while this... (pointing her index to Dawn) green glowing demon was coming. So, that was it! I'm the sacrifice... oh God, please God, help me!"
If the Scoobies had been speechless after the blonde's first comments, this time they were completely shocked as they realized what the woman had just said... she wasn't seeing Dawn, she was seeing the Key.
The Outcast really loved this world. He had known that it had potential when he had taken possession of the boy's body but he hadn't realized how much potential he had at his disposal. He was impatient to see tonight's newsflash on TV, impatient to hear the journalists explaining how he had performed his art. Maybe they would show images of his work that would be fun, that would be an international acknowledgment. Maybe there would have groupies that would follow his lead. That could be fun.
And what about the web, this magnificent invention that facilitated life so much? His life in this case. That could be the solution, maybe he could create and design his own site to explain to the groupies how to perform, how to excel in his art.
Anyway, Internet is really the invention of the past century. All these data available to everybody, train schedules, yellow pages, yes, the yellow pages with the addresses of the town's inhabitants, with the address of his next target... Anne.
During his previous incarnations, he had always had problems to find his victims, his tools. There weren't any directory that gathered the town's population, mentioned their addresses, etc... this was way easier than before. Maybe he would be able to mass-execute his art... maybe he would have time to solve his real problem this time.
He looked at the street's name. That was it, that was the street in which his next victim was living. Suddenly, he saw police cars in the road. That was strange. He hadn't warned them. He warned the cops after his work done, had thought lots of times to let them watch it but, had never warned them before... He smiled at his joke then approached the crowd that was gathering around a house in the street. His victim's house.
That was something that would never change: curiosity and particularly morbid curiosity. Humans, so different and so alike at the same time. The Outcast noticed an old lady amongst the crowd. He went to her and began the conversation:
"Hello, milady. Sorry to disturb you but what happened here?"
"Oh, a tragedy. The little Evy who lives there. A sweet and charming girl. I was her babysitter when she was a baby... She is in college now."
OK, he was talking to the babbling type of grandma. But they were the best to have information.
"What tragedy, lady?"
"I don't know. It was as if she had become insane. She continually shouted that she was in Hell that there were monsters, metal monsters everywhere then, she ran across the street and had been hit by a car. She is in the hospital right now. OH I hope she is safe. Do you... do you think it could be drugs?"
"I don't know, milady. But, it is a sad story, indeed. I really hope she'll get better. Thank you again and take care of you."
"Thank you, boy."
OK, this world was a little less fun now. Of course, he hadn't had problem to adapt himself to this world, he had had the boy's brain to help him... but the Five hadn't the same privileges and there had been huge changes in the world in a century... Yes, it wasn't a world for Victorian women... really not a world for Victorian women.
PART 6
After Xander had reluctantly accepted to watch the blonde, Dawn, Willow, Tara and Faith had moved in the kitchen, still stunned by what the blonde had just told them. Faith's mind was in torment, if the woman could see Dawn as the Key, it could only mean that she was insane and she couldn't prevent herself of thinking that Buffy had been cursed and that her curse was insanity.
Dawn was sitting on a chair, sobbing. Tara was at her side and was trying to comfort her but didn't seem to succeed in it. Faith wanted to hold Dawn in her arms but she knew, in looking in Willow's eyes that her girlfriend's best friend wanted answers and Faith needed to speak, even if she would never admit it.
Willow was analysing Faith's behaviour. The girl seemed to be in control of her nerves but the red head could see that it was just a façade. Her inner torment clearly appeared in her eyes. The glances she constantly launched towards the door to the living room, the fact that she wasn't able to remain still just confirmed that.
Faith finally spoke:
"I... I don't know what happened."
"Just tell us what you remember."
Willow's voice was calm and comforting.
"We... we were in the park, picnicking. Everything was perfect then, I chase her. It was a game, she wanted me to catch her and so I did and then we were kissing and suddenly... Buffy wasn't there and that bitch was in B's body."
"So?"
Willow was the one who asked the questions, the two other girls remained speechless.
"I... I didn't know what to do, she was running away... so... I hit her."
The three other girls had noticed the guilt that had appeared in Faith's voice. The dark slayer had kept a tough attitude while she had been explaining the events of the beginning of the afternoon, it was the first time that her voice betrayed her even if Willow had noticed that her eyes were constantly avoiding theirs. Dawn, who had stopped sobbing moved from her chair and took Faith in her arms. The two brunettes didn't exchanged a word, Dawn was crying again but Faith's presence seemed to calm her. Faith had accepted the hug but didn't express any feeling even if Willow could swear that she appreciated it.
Faith gently pulled Dawn away, giving her a quick kiss that neither witch noticed. Dawn looked into the older brunette's eyes and smiled a little. She knew that Faith was hurt, knew that her hug had comforted her a little. If Faith and her had been alone in the kitchen, she was certain that Faith would have dropped her tough attitude but not with the witches attending the event. She wasn't the one to show her feelings except with Buffy and her but not with the other Scoobies, not yet, maybe one day.
"Do you remember anything else?" she then asked.
"Yes, one thing... a cold wind that made me shiver... it was as if something was going through me. I don't know how to explain but... I... I wasn't in a situation... I shouldn't have felt it at that moment."
Willow cleared her throat, a bit embarrassed.
"So, you believe this wind wasn't natural?" This time, it was Tara who was speaking.
"I believe that whatever is doing this to B... it came with the wind."
Tara looked at Willow and said: "That makes sense, most of the transferring spells are cast with the help of powerful winds or breezes."
"Yes, I was thinking the same thing. Honey, have you checked her aura?"
"Y... yes, and it isn't Buffy."
"Faith, this... this woman who took Buffy's body...what do you know about her?"
"Not much. She is crazy, for sure. She asked me money to fuck with her so I figured out what her job is and... yes, she is from London she even gave me her name... Eddowes, Catherine Eddowes, I remember it cause the owner of Mum's apartment had the same name."
"Anything else?"
"Let me think... oh yeah, she said that we won our independence thanks to the Devil."
"OK, that's the beginning."
"What are we gonna do, now?"
Willow was about to answer Dawn when she saw something change in Faith's eyes and then, the brunette began to speak.
"Move our asses, that's what we're gonna do. Will, Tara and Double M, you're gonna look in the books, I'll tell Xander to go and pick up Chip Boy, he's English and he knows how to read so, he'll be helpful."
"And you, what are you gonna do?"
"Give some phone calls. The first in London, the second in LA and the third in Frisco. Then, I'll help you."
The night had replaced the day when The Outcast arrived at the Sunnydale Hospital. He had always liked the first minutes of the night, when the good citizen were back home, enjoying rest, when the creatures of the night began to walk the streets, looking for victims.
He had walked the whole afternoon, visiting the town. Even if he had the boy memories, he wanted to look at it by himself, the boy didn't pay enough attention to potential hiding place and stuff like that. He had to. Now, he was entering the Hospital, went to the phone box, places he knew very well now and dialled the Hospital number.
"Hello?"
"Excuse me, lady but... I'm Miss Evy Walters's uncle and I've just... I've just heard that she has been injured in a car crash... Is... Is she OK?"
"Let me check... Evy Walters. Oh, I'm sorry, Sir. Your niece in the coma now and..."
"Oh my God. Oh God no. Is... Do you know if..."
"I don't know, sir. Maybe you should talk to the doctor who's in charge of her but he is in surgery now so..."
"Yes, I... I'll call him later... Lady? Do... do you know if I can visit her and if I can... I which room is she?"
"She is in the Emergency Department... room 14."
"Thank you Lady, thank you so much."
The Outcast hung off the phone. Once again, his dramatic skills had amazed him. It was so easy to play with people's feelings and obtain what he wanted. So, now, where was the Emergency Department?
The living room was a mess, books were laying everywhere and they had found nothing useful. When the girls had entered the room after their talk in the kitchen, the blonde had screamed louder than before the witch had had to cast a spell to make her fall asleep and she was now sleeping on the sofa.
Spike was sitting on the floor, next to the sofa. When Xander had come to pick him up, he had been very mean to the man. Not that it changed anything, he didn't like the man that much but he should have guessed that something really big had happened. Then, when Xander had told him that somebody had replaced Buffy's soul by the one of a perfect stranger, he had run to help them... as it had always been the case since he had fallen in love with the blond slayer, as it would always been the case. He could have run away, could have crossed the oceans to avoid the girl but he couldn't, his feelings were changing... he was beginning to develop a brotherly relationship with the Summers women and, strangely enough, it didn't make him mad as much as he had thought it would. He couldn't have Buffy as a lover but he would have her as a friend, it was a need that was stronger than anything, even his demonic part.
Seeing Buffy like this was hard. He had seen her right before the witches caught their spell and wasn't ready to forget that. And what about that name, Catherine Eddowes? He was sure that he had already heard that name before but where? It was frustrating, he had the answer somewhere in his brain but couldn't find it.
He then looked at Faith who was still reading books like himself. He wondered how she could be so calm while her love wasn't there, while she didn't know where she was. He decided thus to analyse the girl, tried to find something that could betray some feeling. She couldn't really be that calm in these circumstances. And he was right. After five minutes, he had noticed the glances she launched to the sleeping form on the sofa but what was bothering him now is that the glances weren't friendly ones, they were more like a "I so want to hit you now, bitch" kind of glance. That wasn't good that wasn't good at all.
"Faith?"
"Yep, found something Chip Boy?"
"No, nothing and it's boring here now. What about some action? Evil is still lurking around in the bushes. Do you want to make a quick patrol so we can beat the crap out of them?"
Spike locked his eyes in Faith's, showing her that he wanted to speak to her alone and the dark slayer nodded, put the leather jacket that was on a chair, Buffy's jacket, Spike was sure of it, then they moved out of the house.
Finding a doctor blouse hadn't been difficult. Hospital would never change, it was still so easy to pretend to be a doctor. The Outcast was now in the Emergency department, just in front of Anne's room... executing his art in a hospital, that would be a first. That would be fun. He entered the room and then, noticed that he wasn't the only one to have had the idea of disguising himself as a doctor.
A vampire was on the right corner of the room, the one that wasn't visible from the door. He had his fangs in the neck of a nurse but The Outcast could see that the woman was still alive but too weak to scream.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't want to disturb you during your lunch."
The vampire finally noticed The Outcast and looked at him, surprised. The Outcast made his way to the bed where Anne was laying.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Oh, please continue as if I wasn't here."
"Do... do you know what I am?"
The Outcast looked at him, amused.
"Yes, you're a vampire. I knew you existed but you're the first one I see. Now, I have work to do, please finish the nurse before she become cold."
The vampire looked at the boy amazed. Who was this guy who seemed so sure of himself? He had something that captivated him. He saw him take a knife our of his pocket then, noticed that he was looking at him again, embarrassed.
"Excuse me, Mister the vampire but... would you mind if I borrow the gloves of your nurse. You see, I performed my art this morning with my bare hands and... they were dirty after. So, would you mind? No! Thank you."
And, without waiting for the vampire's answer, he took the gloves out of the nurse's pocket. The vampire couldn't believe it. Who was that guy? He saw the boy returned to the bed, then saw him turned his head towards him again.
"You know what would be fun? That you let her watch my art. I've never let someone watch me doing this and it would be so exciting to do so. Could you watch it with her? Of course, I don't ask you to restrain yourself but, could you drink her slowly? I want her and you, both of you to watch it. It doesn't bother you? Thank you, thank you so much. OK, now let's go."
This guy didn't stop to amaze the vampire but he found him funny too. This could be interesting and so, while the guy was ready to begin, he sank his fangs in the woman's neck again but drank slowly.
"Er... it's not that I absolutely want to bother you again and again but... could you drink silently... It's my first show in public and I'm nervous. And little noise like that could irritate me and ruin everything so, would you mind?"
Spike and Faith were walking in the street now.
"So, what do you want to speak about, Chip Boy? I don't have that much time, I have books to read."
"I was making you a favour, Darkie."
"A favour. That'd be a first. You hate me, Spike. I stole B from you... not that you had her but you were taking advantage of her... I should just stake you for this but B seems to care about you and I don't want to make her mad."
"And I don't want you to hurt her."
"Do you think I would? You don't know me, I love B and I won't do anything to her."
"That's not what I saw a few minutes ago."
"What?"
"You were looking at Blondie as if you were planning to stab her. If you had had guns in your eyes, the poor girl would have been transformed in grated cheese. There was hatred in your eyes, Faith and I don't think it's for Buffy... I'm more worried of what your hatred could do to Buffy's body."
Spike felt Faith's hand in his throat before seeing it and find himself pinned on a wall.
"You wanna know the truth, Spike? Are you sure? You're right. That bitch had stolen Buffy's body, she is soiling it by her sole presence and I can't stop thinking about it every time I see her. Sometimes, I want to open her and throw her soul away. Happy now?"
She let him go then, sat on a bench, her eyes lost in the horizon.
"I understand the feeling, Faith, and I don't think it is something you have to be ashamed of. I think it's a normal feeling after what had just happened. The most important thing is that you would never hurt her and I know that. You're right on one thing, I still feel that you stole Buffy from me but I don't hate you. I'm jealous of you, a hell lot but that's all."
"Thanks, I guess."
Spike put his hand in his jacket, took his cigarettes and his lighter.
"Do you have a cig for me?"
Spike nodded and gave a cigarette to Faith who, strangely enough didn't smoke it, she just looked at it for a long minute.
"You know...they're not made to decorate, you have to smoke them, put them in your mouth and..."
"Have you noticed Spike?"
"Noticed what?"
"That cigarettes and humans have lots in common."
"Err... Like what?"
Spike was puzzled by the comment.
"I smoked a bit when I was... never mind. When I look at cigarettes and at the way they waste away, I can easily compare them to us. We are just cigarettes that the PTB, the Gods or whatever is up there suck. Some of them are hard suckers and end a life quickly, others take the time to savour it before finishing their cig, giving the human the cig represent enough time to enjoy life. And sometimes, the guys are real bastards who suck hard for a while, then let it slowly wasted away and they repeat it again and again, never really letting the time for the poor human they are messing with to enjoy life. That's B's case and mine."
"Well. I... I've never thought about it that way but..."
"That will change!"
"What do you mean?"
"I won't stay here, sitting in my butt, saying to myself that I can't do anything, that it's fate or bullshits like that. Usually, humans don't have the knowledge or the power to change things but I have them."
She moved to Spike then continue.
"I fuck the PTB, I fuck the Gods, I fuck them all. I'm the slayer and they will see what that means. I'm gonna find B and bring her back. And if in doing so, I have to crush or kill every fucking life smokers so, I will. They're playing with the wrong girls and they'll regret it."
Spike saw Faith walked away and quickly followed her. What the brunette had just told him, it was a declaration of war. A declaration against all the powers that make this Earth revolve... It was so... he grabbed her arm and make her look at him in front of a TV shop.
"Faith, Faith, how would you..."
"I don't know, Spike. I don't know but believe me, I will."
Spike was in awe in front of the determination he could see in Faith's eyes and at that moment he knew, he knew that nothing would stop the brunette. She was determined to find Buffy and she would, there was no doubt in the dark slayer's mind anymore. Then, he saw a newsflash on the TV that was standing in the shop window and he saw images and reports about a crime that had been perpetrated in Sunnydale during the afternoon.
"Faith!"
Seeing Spike pointing his finger towards the TV, Faith watched the flash. They didn't have the sound but the images and texts were quite explicit. The journalists were saying that there were lots of similarities between this crime and the ones Jack the Ripper had committed in London in the end of the XIX century. London, XIX century... no, it couldn't be but... what was the link with B and the bitch?
"Spike, don't tell me that you believe..."
"Oh, yes. I believe he is back, Darkie and I don't believe in coincidences."
"Coincidences?"
"I told you I have already heard that name, Catherine Eddowes. I couldn't remember where I heard it, now I remember. Catherine Eddowes, she was the Ripper's fourth victim."
PART 7
Faith had left Spike finish the patrol. She had to go back home and tell the others what they had found... home, that was still something she had trouble dealing with, she had a home now, she wasn't lonely anymore... yet, she was because she knew that as long as Buffy would be gone, she wouldn't have a real home. A home wasn't a place to stay, a home was where your heart belonged, near the one you loved, near the girl she loved, near Buffy.
Speaking to Spike had helped... a lot. She had said to him words she was continually repeating herself, words that had gained so much power just by escaping her mouth. Telling them out loud had given them a consistence, telling them had strengthened her determination. She was gonna bring Buffy back and no one, nothing would stop her, especially now that they had found a clue.
So, there was a link with Jack the Ripper. Spike even thought that the bastard was back. She didn't care about who it was, she didn't care about what it was. Human or demon, he was going to pay. There were still lots of questions unanswered. Why the fuck was a Victorian serial killer doing in Sunnydale in the XXIst century? Why the fuck was the soul of one of his victims trapped in Buffy's body? And where the hell was her B? She missed her so much, every minute without her seems like an agony for Faith.
She tried to remember what she knew about the Ripper and it wasn't much. She knew that he killed several prostitutes in the 19th century, earning a well-deserved nickname for what he did to them. She also knew that he suddenly disappeared and that nobody had ever heard of him since that time. But that was it, she had lots of blanks to fill in. Fortunately, the gang would help her and the Council too. These guys had books and were English.
She remembered the concerned voice Giles had had on the phone when she had spoken to him earlier this day. He had quickly said that the symptoms Buffy was suffering from could be related to several different causes. What if one of these causes was related to the Ripper? That could be of great help for them. Moreover, the nickname of Giles was Ripper too, it would have been astonishing that he had never dug a bit to gather information about his insane alter ego. And what about Wesley? He promised to help and had books too and contacts, that could be another great source of information.
Thinking about it was good, she had a clue, a strong one and with that clue, she'd find B and end this masquerade. She didn't care about Catherine Eddowes, she could go to hell. She knew that it was a selfish way of thinking, she knew that the girl wasn't responsible for this mess but Buffy couldn't share her body. And if Catherine had to vanish to leave her lover's body, Faith wasn't gonna cry because of it. The only thing that was important to Faith was to find and bring Buffy back. Nothing else mattered. She would maybe feel guilty about Catherine but she could bear it with Buffy, she could bear everything with Buffy...she didn't see how she could live without her.
The noise of a motorbike motor took Faith out of her thoughts. She looked at the motorbike and saw that a girl with a black helmet, a girl with leather outfits, drove it. Faith recognized who it was. She had been sure that she would come when she had left the message on the voice mail. She more than anyone understood what she was going trough. She saw Andrea remove her helmet, she had still her hair in a ponytail, she saw her put her left foot on the ground then, walked to her.
"Hey, Sis."
"Hey."
They stared at each other a little bit, no words were needed, and they knew each other so well. Then, Andrea surprised Faith. She didn't hug her, they weren't the hugging types of girls, well, most of the time, but she kissed her on the cheek then whispered in her ear:
"We'll find her... together."
She then pulled Faith away, winked to her and said:
"Come on, let's go home, sis."
Faith was unable to say a word. She had read somewhere that family members should support each other when problems came. She had never had a family... until now. She had never experienced this support... until now. And it lightened the weight she had on her shoulders a hell lot.
"Come on, sis. You have guests who are waiting for you."
"Guests?"
The Outcast and his new friend were walking out of the hospital. The vampire seemed a lot more pale than usual. When they were out of sight of anyone who could leave the place, the vampire stopped, looked down and saw spots on his shoes and pants, red spots, bloody spots.
The Outcast watched the vampire trying to clean this mess amused. A giggle escaped his lips, a giggle that was noticed directly by his companion.
"What's so funny?"
"Sorry, Brutus. I didn't want to be rude or disrespectful but... I didn't know vampires could vomit."
"Well, I didn't know either."
"I should have waited you to finish your meal. After all, the poor girl didn't stand long... she seemed pretty though... pity."
"What you did to... this girl?"
"Yes? What? Don't tell me it bothers you? You're a demon, you should have enjoyed the show."
"I'm a demon, yeah but... there are things that even a demon can't do or watch. What you did to her was... there is no word to describe it, you're insane, man."
"Insane, crazy, lunatic, man with bats in his belfry, I've heard these words so many times in my lives, Brutus. You're wrong, they all were. I'm not insane. An insane is a man who pretends to be someone else, a crazy man is someone who acts strangely without reasons."
"And that's not what you do?"
"No, I have a purpose, Brutus. I've created a new form of art and as many other artists, I'd wait a long time before being recognized as such. Perhaps, I will never been recognized like so many of my peers. I'm like Nero, the Roman emperor who burned Rome just to see the beauty of his town in flames. I was there, Brutus and it was magnificent. Nero was an artist too and History describes him as an insane but one day, Brutus, they would see him as a genius, one day, Brutus, they would speak about me with pride. So, have you planned something for the rest of the night. I haven't talked to many people for the last centuries and I'd be delighted to buy you a drink."
Brutus didn't know why he still was with this guy. He was crazy and was proud of it. If he could shout his doings, he would do it. Yet, he fascinated him. He had a charisma and a self-confidence that were undeniable and difficult to resist. He was pure evil and it fascinated the vampire that quickly followed him.
Dawn was sitting on a chair, waiting for Faith and Andrea like everyone in the room. She had been pleased to see Andrea again. She liked the girl, it wasn't a secret. With Andrea and Faith around, she had no doubts that her sister would be back soon. She had no doubts that the thing that had taken her sister's place would vanish to hell soon, the place she deserved to be. She looked at the sleeping form of the usurper. They had to give her some medication to calm her down. The tranquillisers had worked, the girl had fallen in the arms of Morpheus soon after having swallowed them. Dawn sighed loudly then, look at their guests one more time.
She already knew Wesley, the former watcher and Angel's associate. The guy seemed to have improved his confidence and had become a valuable ally in their war against darkness. There was a huge difference between the current Wesley and the one who had come in Sunnydale a few years before. Yet, she didn't trust him entirely. He had been a watcher and Dawn didn't like watchers, Giles being the exception. Watchers had a tendency not to care about human's lives when it prevented them to reach their goal, whatever it was.
Her eyes left Wesley and focused now on the woman who had come with him. A watcher from England who had been discussing with Wesley about opening a chapter for the Council in the USA when Faith called the LA office. She knew that Giles was an important figure in the new council but, still, she didn't like them, she didn't like the girl.
Naomi Milliner was a beautiful woman, she agreed with Xander on that point. She had the grace of a British woman and some features that prove that she had some Asian blood in her body. The mix had made Xander stutter for about five minutes before recuperating his ability to speak. She seemed gentle, had been extremely polite since their arrival and had announced that they had interesting information regarding Buffy's state. Now, they were waiting for Faith's return to know what kind of information they had. Fortunately, Andrea had agreed to look after her sister. Patrolling in Sunnydale could take some time and Dawn didn't know how much time she would be able to wait.
Andrea had arrived a few minutes before the watchers and had been a bit disturbed by their presence. She didn't seem to like them also and had been too glad to go and look after her sister. For the five last minutes, Dawn had regretted not to have asked Andrea if she could come with her. She would do anything instead of waiting in this house, waiting to know what had occurred to her sister. Buffy, she could be so irritating but Dawn couldn't stand to live without her again. The months that had followed Buffy's death after her fight with Glory had been too atrocious, she didn't want to support it again.
Suddenly, they heard the noise of a motorbike stopping in front of their house quickly followed by steps. The door opened and the "twins" entered the house. Finally, answers would come.
Faith rushed to the living room where the gang was gathered with the watchers. They all stood up and the British woman extended her hand to Faith.
"Hi Faith. I'm Naomi..."
"Yeah, yeah, no time for this."
She quickly shook Naomi's hand, winked to Wesley.
"Oh, yes, I understand your impatience. So, as we're all here now, let's talk about our case."
"Case? Is that all this is about for you... a fucking case? A damn number on a file?"
Faith grabbed Naomi by the collar then continued.
"Listen to me, Iceberg! This is about my girlfriend, the woman I'm planning to be with for the rest of my life! This is about Dawn's sister! This is about their friend! This is about Buffy! The next time I hear the words case or file coming out of your fucking mouth..."
Then Faith felt Wesley's hand on her shoulder. She looked at him, he had a small smile on his lips.
"Faith! I'm sure Ms Milliner didn't want to hurt you. Why don't you sit down and listen to her?"
Faith sighed then let the woman go. Strangely enough, she didn't seem scared or angry.
"Thanks, Wesley. And... Faith... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. We watchers are good at observing but... well observing is often linked with hiding and... let's say that socializing isn't a priority in our education."
Faith sat on the table then answered:
"Yeah, whatever! So, Jack the Ripper is back, isn't he?"
Faith heard some gasps coming from the Scoobies but what confirmed her suppositions were the reactions of Wesley and Naomi. They hadn't expected them to find anything. Naomi was the first to speak.
"H...how..."
"Deduction! A murder that perfectly matches the Ripper's has been committed in Sunnydale during the afternoon and the girl who's squatting B's body has the name of one of his victims."
"OK, OK. So, after the demons, the vampires and the Hellgods, we are facing the most famous serial killer of all times... God, did I tell you how I hate this place?"
Ignoring Xander's comment, Willow asked:
"But why is he here and why the soul of Catherine Eddowes has taken possession of Buffy's body?"
Andrea was asking herself the same question and waited for Naomi's answer. She quickly looked at the small device that allowed Eona and Laura to listen to the briefing from Frisco. Eona couldn't leave the town because of her job while her new friend wasn't really sure that coming back to Sunnydale would be a good idea. Too many bad memories. The device was working, she could concentrate her attention to Naomi.
"OK, you all know who the Ripper was and as Mr Harris has said, it's probably the most famous serial killer on Earth. And it is the oldest too. You know Jack the Ripper because communication and press had reached a high level when he raged but have you ever heard of Thomas Newlin, Yao Ten Fong or Sahl ben Fonech? These serial killers lived before the Ripper and they were the banes of their regions. What is important to know is that these murders were in fact the same person, a person known as The Outcast."
"So, he is immortal?"
"Not really, Dawn! It's more complicated than that. In fact, to be sure that you all understand the facts, I have to tell you the story of Lucius, the real identity of the Outcast."
Naomi stopped, to be certain to have everyone's attention.
"Lucius was a Roman senator who lived during Nero's rule. As you know, these were cruel days, personal hunger for power and insanity were common and strange deaths occurred every day. Nero himself was insane. I'm sure you all know the anecdote that says that he burned Rome just to see what it looked like in flames. Lucius was a close friend to Nero who ripped his victims who were all prostitutes."
"That seems to confirm that he is the Ripper."
"Oh, believe me, Willow, he is. The citizens of Rome were soon fed up with Nero's rule, assaulted his palace and killed him and his supporters. Lucius locked himself in a room but quickly realized that there was no possible escape."
"So, what you're telling us is that we are facing a ghost?"
"No, Faith, it's not really a ghost either. You see, Lucius was also a specialist of the black arts and of the Etruscans lore. The Etruscans were the ethnic group that preceded the Romans in the region of Rome. We know little about them but one of their myths talked about the eternal winds."
"The eternal winds?" Asked a very interested Tara.
"They are winds that blow on Earth but also in other dimensions, including the land of the dead. They appeared on random places then disappeared for long period. It is said that the majority of their times are spent in the labyrinths that separate the dimensions as if they didn't use portals to go from one dimension to another."
"OK, and what's the link with the Lucius guy?"
"Well, Andrea, it seems that Lucius had discovered a way to save his soul in using one of these winds. The ritual he used locked his soul in the wind. His goal was to wait the next time the wind would be on Earth, steal a body and begin a new life of atrocities again. He didn't need many ingredients to perform the ritual. Only five souls he had already prepared just in case. These souls belonged to his last victims."
"Why souls?"
This time it was Wesley who had asked the question. Even if he knew the majority of the story, there were still some points he didn't know anything about.
"Spending a hundred years trapped in a wind could seriously damage the soul so, he needed a protection, a shield for his own soul. As souls were the only thing that could be trapped in the wind, he used them to protect him and to feed him as his soul needed energy to come back to life. But, unfortunately for him, something went wrong."
Brutus had led the Outcast to a bar that accepted both demons and humans. The owner, a guy named Willie, had succeeded in creating a safe place for all the citizens of Sunnydale and it had surprised Lucius a little. They were sitting in a table and were discussing about everything and nothing. Lucius finished his glass when Brutus asked:
"What do you want from me?"
"What? But nothing, my friend. What..."
The Outcast saw in the eyes of the vampire that he wouldn't buy his crap.
"OK, OK! I need your help. I want you to follow a girl, watch her and report her moves to me."
"You want me to play the stalker? But why?"
"She will be one of my next victims but, as I have another visit to do before meeting her, I want to know everything about her, to avoid any bad surprise. You see what I mean?"
"I see. And what's in it for me?"
"Let's just say that I have knowledge that could bring you power. Isn't it something you're looking for, power?"
"What kind of power?"
"Do you really think I'd tell you right now? And don't tell me that's not a good deal, with your strength, you can kill me whenever you want. Let's just say that I always keep my word."
Brutus's reason told him that the guy was playing with him but this guy still fascinated him, he wanted to know what this knowledge was, he was sure that a guy with such a charisma had lots of secrets to share and these secrets could indeed bring power to Brutus. He was still a young vampire and he wasn't patient. If he could have power thanks to Jack, he would take the risk.
"Who's the girl?"
The Outcast took a sheet of paper out of his pocket and gave it to Brutus.
"It's the fourth name on the list. She lives in... What's wrong, Brutus?"
The concerned look that had appeared in the vampire's face worried Lucius.
"Are you crazy, man?"
Brutus quickly noticed the dumbness of his question. Of course, the guy was crazy.
"Why?"
"Do you know who this girl is?"
"Not really, it's just a name. For me, she is someone else: Catherine. So, what's the problem?"
"Well, the problem is that you're asking me to follow my most dangerous enemy. This girl, Buffy Summers, she is the slayer."
The Outcast didn't know what to say. The slayer, the legendary defender of mankind, the terror of the forces of darkness. So, it wasn't a myth, she was real and Catherine... That was too good! In a few seconds, Lucius had his plan. The slayer, a force of nature with a very strong body. The slayer, a legend! Yes, his mind was planning everything. The slayer! Soon, she would become his masterpiece.
PART 8
"What did go wrong?"
That was the question everybody wanted the answer. What could possibly have been wrong with the ritual that had allowed Lucius to defy death thanks to the eternal wind? A grin appeared on the corner of Naomi's mouth. She liked telling stories and keep her public waiting but a quick glance at Faith dissuaded her from prolonging the silence too long.
"You see, Faith, dealing with souls is a tricky thing. A soul has a very strong link with the body it is connected with and it's a very big deal to replace a soul by another. Only powerful artefacts can do this."
This remark made Faith wince, it reminded her of a period she so wanted to erase from her life. But she quickly regained her composure. The only thing that mattered now was the present time, the search of Buffy. She listened thus to Naomi, more concentrated than ever.
"When a new soul enters a body, the link between this body and its real soul remains. So, the body almost always rejected the intruder."
"How?"
"There is a slow degradation of the physical state of the body. In a period of a few months, the body is too weak and the person dies."
A long silence followed this statement. Everybody in the rooms understood the implications of what had just been said, Buffy's body was inhabited by Catherine's soul. They had to find a way to bring the real Buffy back, Faith's resolution only grew while she was thinking about that.
"So, Lucius thought he could live another lifetime after his death but he only receive peanuts."
"Yes, Xander. When the wind he was into came back to Earth, it was the last years of the Roman Empire, he succeeded in stealing someone's body and began to kill prostitutes again. But he quickly noticed that he was getting weaker and weaker as time went by. As he had kept his occult library in a cavern, not far from Rome, he decided to go there, hoping no one would have found it during the time he was trapped in the wind. He was lucky and he found what went wrong with his new body but he discovered also that he couldn't do anything to solve this problem."
"So, how come he is still there now?"
"Because he had an unknown ally, Willow. The eternal wind itself."
"What?"
"Eternal winds have a kind of consciousness, or it is more like a primal, instinctive way to react and adapt themselves to whatever might bother or threaten them. By spending more than a century with the Outcast's soul in itself, a kind of symbiosis had been created between them. In simple words, the eternal wind had become dependent on Lucius. Should the soul of Lucius been destroyed, the wind would follow its new master to oblivion. When Lucius took possession of the body he had chosen, the wind understood that situation thanks to its instinct and he knew that he had to do something in order to survive. So, while Lucius was transferring himself in the body, the wind split itself in 5 parts, containing the souls of the previous victims of the madman. Just before that, it had looked into the soul of the man Lucius was expelling from the body and had chosen the memory of the 5 women who had the most impressed this man."
"And I suppose that the five parts containing the souls found the women and switched places with them as Catherine did to B?"
"Yes, Andrea. The five parts regained the wind with 5 brand new souls while the old souls were back to a physical body."
"But why?"
"To be sure that the Outcast would have strong souls to protect him when he would die again, Dawn. The old souls weren't powerful enough to shield and feed The Outcast's soul anymore. So, with new ones, Lucius would survive and so would the wind. And since that time, the process is repeating over and over again at each incarnation."
"And he has never found a way to avoid the entrapment?"
"Excellent question, Tara. He probably has or he is still looking after it but, as a real paranoiac and megalomaniac, he has to kill the 5 women or more accurately, he has to kill their bodies."
"Wowowo, wait a minute, Iceberg! Why should he kill them?"
Naomi smiled a little. Rupert had told her about Faith and her habit of having nicknames for everyone. She just hoped that she would eventually drop Iceberg for something a little less pejorative.
"Remember when I said that the link between a body and its soul remains even when somebody else's soul is in the body?"
They all nodded.
"OK, because, that's the key of The Outcast's problem. See, he needs the souls to protect him and feed him. But the souls, even if they are trapped in the wind, keep their free will. They could thus reject Lucius and condemn him to Hell. All they have to do is to push him out of the wind from the inside. Don't ask me how, I've never been there but according to the texts, it is possible, even probable."
"I still don't see the link with... the link."
"Xander! Let's imagine that you are a soul, that you are expelled from your body but keep the link with it so, you know for sure that it is still alive. What's your reaction?"
"Well, I want to take what's mine back, I presume."
"Yes, so, you're hoping to be brought back to your body. So, now imagine that The Outcast dies before your own body degenerates. When he comes back in the wind and expects you to protect and feed him for a century or more, what's your reaction?"
"Screw him!"
"Exactly, Andrea. Now, take another approach. You are a soul, trapped in the wind and because of the link you have with your body, you learn that your body is cold, dead. What do you wish now?"
Andrea stayed silent a little, thinking before replying: "To rest in peace."
"Yes. So, when The Outcast comes back, asks you to help him for a century, then assures you that he would let you rest in peace afterwards... what's your reaction? You fight? Don't forget we don't speak about slayers or people with occult knowledge, but simple Joe Average people."
"I suppose I would agree with him and help."
"So, now, you know why The Outcast kills these women first."
"...and why B is on his list..." said Faith while looking to the sleeping figure on the sofa.
Catherine irritated her, she even thought that she hated her but, asleep, the dark slayer could only see the body of the woman that counted so much for her and knowing what this Outcast guy could do to her was making her sick.
"...assholes,... er... er... OK, already done this one..."
Buffy still didn't know where she was, didn't know why she was... well... where she was and it increased her anger. The first logical reaction for anyone in her state would have been to search for answers, to inspect the place. It hadn't been Buffy's first reaction! No, the first thing she had done was to yell and shout, cursing the one who had brought her there, cursing the PTB for letting it happen. How could they break the perfect moment she was having with Faith... and AT THAT MOMENT? Did they have no respect for their love? She knew that as slayers they had to face evil everyday but, all she asked was a short break for a day, a break with Faith. A love break. And these bastards ruined it.
Faith would have been proud of her though. She had cursed without interruption, without searching for curses, for three long minutes, she had even invented new curses that she was also proud of. Then, she had looked around her but all she could see was different shades of grey everywhere. She couldn't even move because of powerful winds that raged around her. But the most disturbing thing was that even if she could see the grey, even if she could notice that she couldn't move because she was still at the same place, she couldn't really feel it. It was as if her feelings hadn't come with her and it was scary. Saying that she had no feeling wouldn't be correct, she felt things...only these things weren't here with her but away, next to her body.
It could sound crazy but Buffy was sure that she wasn't in her body anymore. It wasn't the same as the experience she had had when she had been trapped in her own mind because of her beast. At that time, she had felt what her body was doing because she was still in it. Here it was completely different. The feelings were coming to her as she was seeing them on TV, yes, it was the only way she could think to describe what it looked like. The good point was that feeling it proved that her body was still "alive", that she was still alive.
Feeling it had also another advantage. When Faith was close to her body, Buffy could feel her too and that was something that brought hope in her. She had felt her fears, her sorrow but all these feelings had changed recently, replaced by resolution. It was incredible how Faith seemed resolute to bring her back. Not that Buffy had doubted about Faith's love a single minute, far from it. But what she found incredible was that even far from her, she could feel her resolution. Faith would do anything to find her and bring her back... Faith would find her and bring her back. Buffy had no doubts about it. All she had to do was waiting in this boring place. In the meantime, they would hear from her.
"Bastards, ..."
The Outcast had left Brutus. He had given his instructions to the vampire and he was sure that his accomplice would follow them. It was amazing how his passion interested demons and other dark creatures. It fascinated them and it was a big bonus for Lucius: you don't break or kill the ones who fascinate you. He had seen it in Rome before his first experience with the wind and he could still see it in the eyes of Brutus. Some things never changed.
He was walking in the dark streets of Sunnydale. Two hours before the sun to go up, he still had time for his visit. He needed some help if he wished to work on his masterpiece. Yes, the slayer! He would have never thought that he would one day perform his art on such a good material. Strength, stamina and beauty, every ingredients to realize a masterpiece were gathered in the form of this young woman. Her strength would be a challenge for his skills, her stamina would prolong her life expectancy when he would cut into her. Yes, he would prolong her life, work with her while she would still be alive because he didn't see a masterpiece being achieved with an already death material. Last but not least, her beauty would improve the dramatic atmosphere of the scene. Having the material wasn't all, you have to create an adequate mood to build a masterpiece! Knowing Catherine, Lucius was also certain that he would see terror in her eyes... oh yes, life was good.
Lucius was now in front of the tea room Brutus had mentioned to him. He couldn't avoid a smile, knowing who he would meet in there. It was a surprising coincidence but it was not illogical though. The Hellmouth attracted every kind of monsters, demons, curious... etc... HE should have been attracted by it too. Brutus knew that three times a week, HE spent some time in the tea room till dawn. A tea room, it was so typical of him.
The Outcast pushed the door and entered the place. He quickly spotted the guy and approached the table HE was sitting in front of. When he was only at two feet from him, he saluted and said: "Hello, Doc. It's been a long time."
"OK, so there is a son of bitch out there who take pleasure in ripping woman. He has done it for centuries with the help of the souls of his past victims who take possession of the bodies of his future preys. Am I right?"
"Well, yes Faith!"
"I knew that bitch was lying. Damn, I wish I could beat her out of B's body."
Faith's gaze was locked on the blonde sleeping on the sofa. Everyone could see the confused expressions that her eyes betrayed. The hatred that was in there for a few seconds, clearly directed to Catherine. Then, the gaze softened and the hatred was replaced by the most loving look someone could give. Even if she hated Catherine, Faith couldn't prevent herself of thinking about Buffy while she was looking at her body.
"Er... Faith, she is a victim too."
"Oh come one, Will. She is playing with us. She is waiting for her fucking boss, thinking we are fools. She is acting like a lost girl with puppy dog eyes and religious crap. Maybe she was a victim but now, she is a bitch who wants my B dead."
Willow was surprised by Faith's answer. No, not by the answer in itself but because the dark slayer had just used a possessive before Buffy's nickname. Faith had never used a possessive for Buffy in front of the gang, those words were for Buffy only, the only person Faith had opened herself to, the person she loved. And now, she had said it, in front of them and wasn't even regretting it. This was the proof that Faith was ready to love Buffy, felt ready to love her, this was the proof that all her fears and doubts, symbols of her past, didn't count anymore. For Faith, Buffy was the one, she had no more doubt about it.
"Actually... she isn't lying."
"What?" Faith turned her head towards Naomi. "Have you listened to what you've just said, Iceberg? She is waiting for Bloody Jack to rip her!"
"No, she doesn't remember anything about Lucius or her journey in the wind. Staying for such a long time into the wind had been very exhausting for her soul and when she had taken possession of Buffy's body, unconsciously, she had forgotten everything about it. She just remembers her life."
"OK! She is innocent, blablabla. Whatever! What matters is: Do you know how to expel her and bring B back?"
Wesley spoke at that moment, thinking that a new lecturer would relax Faith who seemed a bit upset with Naomi.
"The Council has indeed found a spell that could do it. The problem is that we need Lucius, or rather Lucius in his new body to perform him. We need him alive so, we will use the bond he has with his victims, both past and present to vanquish him for good."
"Couldn't we use this bond to track him, thanks to Bu...Catherine?"
"Unfortunately no, Willow. To track a soul, we need to know what it looks like, its aura if you want. Catherine has a mystical bond with The Outcast and his past victims not the present ones. Lucius is the only one who can lead us to Buffy."
Then, Andrea spoke: "The bastard has already killed a girl, hasn't he?"
They all nodded when a new voice raised in the living room.
"Two."
They all looked at the newcomer. Spike had just entered the game.
"Saw it in a newsflash. A girl has been ripped in the hospital."
Andrea, continuing her thought asked Willow.
"Red, could you find the names of the victims on the net?"
"Sure..."
"What's your plan, sis?"
"Iceberg said that the wind finds the new victims thanks to the guy whose body is The Outcast's now. So, the victims and B, they all knew him. We find who this guy is..."
"...and the bastard is ours."
Lucius smiled at Doc. The old man, even if he wasn't human, he couldn't think about him in other words; hadn't been surprised to see him, in fact, he knew that one day or another, he would see him come, as The Outcast had done in London, more than a century before. They had spoken about the good old days and now, it was time for Lucius to tell his needs to Doc.
"I heard you had some problems with the slayer. Am I wrong?"
"No, too bad. I had just found someone to bring the apocalypse to this earth and she ruined it."
Lucius smiled. Doc, in his twisted head, wanted to observe what an apocalypse could bring to mankind? What would be the reactions of Humanity in front of it and things like that. He was a scientist... well, an artist in a way.
"Don't you wish to avenge you? Don't you wish to see her dead?"
"Every single day. Why? Oh... Is she...?"
A scientist, yes... A smart guy.
"She is! And with your help... I would show you my art. Believe me, you'll see her beg! You'll see her scream! You'll see her bleed! And you'll see her die!"
Both men smiled before turning their head to witness the sun arise.
Suite PARTS 9-13
