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Fic: God or the Devil? (Faith/Giles) PG13 just to be safe
First off: My sincerest apologies. I did my best to post yesterday including trying to get my friend to post for me but it just did not work out. I'm really really sorry. Also, sorry about tags not being right! :( I'm REALLY sorry about everything...
Title: God or the Devil?
Author: LilRuca
Pairing: Giles/Faith
Word Count: 1157
Summary: Faith God has changed...
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one... :(
Danger. He sensed it in the air as he hurried through the early morning air to return home. There was information the school needed to know about the vampire that had decided to make her home in Cleveland, at least for the time being. It was still dark, and knowing what he did, that made him anxious despite his years of knowledge in the area of demonology.
He wished for the enhancements of a Slayer, those denied to Watchers. His breath caught and he hoped death came fast when she was suddenly before him. His last thought before the blackness came was for the woman he had intended to propose to that very evening. The ring was in his pocket and her name was on his lips.
* * *
Rupert Giles stretched and flexed, studying his hands in interest that resided even on this, his fourth night of being awake. It was true that many things died when one became a vampire, but the innate being of a person was still there. His love of learning and sense of intrigue was perfectly in tact. Though this was knowledge he had once never desired, at least not seriously, to know, now it was completely fascinating. He could see in a way beyond anything he'd ever imagined. He cocked his head, hearing someone approach behind him. He didn't turn to look, using his other senses instead. He was enchanted by the feel of her hand in his hair.
“There's my sleeping prince.” Her sprite-like voice purred as she moved to stand in front of him, to appraise him.
She seemed pleased and that pleased him. She was his sire after all, the one who had given him this new life and the knowledge that would come with it.
“So handsome.” The slight blonde, as pixie and sprite-like in appearance as her voice would lead one to believe. “You were definitely the right choice.” She hadn't sired a childe of her own in almost two hundred years.
“You don't look like other vampires do should they reach your age.” Rupert noted, aware of her lack of permanent 'game face', the lack of cloven hooves as Kakistos had had. Kakistos had been at least a hundred years younger than this woman – this legend, even to vampires.
She was called 'Val'. Many people thought that this was a short form for her name but really it was short for Valkyrie. Her birth name was her own knowledge by this point for she never told anyone. Who would want to gloat about plain old boring 'Catherine'? It wasn't even any of the pleasant spellings. “You are right about that. Thank God.” Val agreed readily and with pleasure at how beautiful she knew she was.
“How?” Rupert wanted to know.
Val shrugged a little. “I don't know.” She admitted honestly. It didn't much matter to her. She didn't look like some storybook hag and that was what was important. After all, things weren't always so progressive as they were now and her looks had always been a fantastic resource.
Rupert frowned, not at all satisfied with the non-answer. He did figure now was not the time, however. Little did he know his patience would be rewarded.
They went out of town to feed, not interested in running into Slayers. Not yet. They didn't need to know that he wasn't exactly dead yet. Besides. There was only one person that he wanted to tell and even she had to wait.
* * *
It was weeks before Rupert was settled in his new, sun-sensitive skin. With his Sire being so very old and thusly so very powerful, he found he was in turn more powerful than many vampires he had come across in his mortal days. He felt ready now. Ready to face the woman who had almost been his fiancee, for he knew without even a hint of doubt she would have said yes. So, trusted to roam freely, he sought her out at night. He never got close enough for her to see, but she knew he was there and that pleased him immensely. He still loved her. It was only that love was quite a different thing to a human than to a vampire.
For five nights he watched her, just beyond her sight. Finally she had enough and his whole body quivered when she spoke. “You've watched enough, Stalker. You've seen me dust three of your kind tonight alone. So take me on or take a hike!”
He smiled to himself and spoke without revealing himself. “Are you sure that's what you want?” He felt satisfaction when recognition and disbelief registered on her face. He came out of the shadows, knowing they parted for him. He let her appraise him, see that it was truly him.
“Oh my god...” She whispered.
“Close.” And he knew how close it really was. Though they had never flaunted their relationship, he knew that he was the key to her very sanity sometimes. He held her heart and her soul. He was the only one to have taken her body in years. She was pregnant. She hadn't told him, having found out the day that he had 'died'. He knew just the same.
“No... no... Package is right... contents is all wrong.” Her voice was choked, but the pain was well-masked just the same.
“I'd have to disagree. I happen to think it's all perfect.” He smiled at her.
She scrambled for something, anything, to give her hope. “Are you like Angel?”
“Well, we could find out, couldn't we, Kitten.” He felt his insides shiver with delight at the look on her face at the nickname. Most people thought her to tough, so strong... and a mere word nearly did the poor girl in.
She schooled herself quickly. She was moving towards him as though she was scarcely aware she was moving at all.
He opened his arms to her and she was in them instantly. One hand left his back as she whispered that she loved him.
“You love me, but you'll kill me?” He questioned. “It's okay. I understand. I'll always love you. And anyone else who comes along.” The fingers of one hand brushed her abdomen. A clatter sounded behind him as the stake fell to the ground.
Faith was frozen, hair and eyes nearly black, her skin nearly as pale as his. Then she moved, lurching, sick, coughing and trying to hide it behind a tree.
She was lucky she could not see the look on his face. She was his through and through and she always would be. He'd see to that.
“Poor Faith. Come. Let me kiss it better.” He crooned to her.
She shifted to look at him and he honestly did know what she'd say or do.
Title: God or the Devil?
Author: LilRuca
Pairing: Giles/Faith
Word Count: 1157
Summary: Faith God has changed...
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one... :(
Danger. He sensed it in the air as he hurried through the early morning air to return home. There was information the school needed to know about the vampire that had decided to make her home in Cleveland, at least for the time being. It was still dark, and knowing what he did, that made him anxious despite his years of knowledge in the area of demonology.
He wished for the enhancements of a Slayer, those denied to Watchers. His breath caught and he hoped death came fast when she was suddenly before him. His last thought before the blackness came was for the woman he had intended to propose to that very evening. The ring was in his pocket and her name was on his lips.
* * *
Rupert Giles stretched and flexed, studying his hands in interest that resided even on this, his fourth night of being awake. It was true that many things died when one became a vampire, but the innate being of a person was still there. His love of learning and sense of intrigue was perfectly in tact. Though this was knowledge he had once never desired, at least not seriously, to know, now it was completely fascinating. He could see in a way beyond anything he'd ever imagined. He cocked his head, hearing someone approach behind him. He didn't turn to look, using his other senses instead. He was enchanted by the feel of her hand in his hair.
“There's my sleeping prince.” Her sprite-like voice purred as she moved to stand in front of him, to appraise him.
She seemed pleased and that pleased him. She was his sire after all, the one who had given him this new life and the knowledge that would come with it.
“So handsome.” The slight blonde, as pixie and sprite-like in appearance as her voice would lead one to believe. “You were definitely the right choice.” She hadn't sired a childe of her own in almost two hundred years.
“You don't look like other vampires do should they reach your age.” Rupert noted, aware of her lack of permanent 'game face', the lack of cloven hooves as Kakistos had had. Kakistos had been at least a hundred years younger than this woman – this legend, even to vampires.
She was called 'Val'. Many people thought that this was a short form for her name but really it was short for Valkyrie. Her birth name was her own knowledge by this point for she never told anyone. Who would want to gloat about plain old boring 'Catherine'? It wasn't even any of the pleasant spellings. “You are right about that. Thank God.” Val agreed readily and with pleasure at how beautiful she knew she was.
“How?” Rupert wanted to know.
Val shrugged a little. “I don't know.” She admitted honestly. It didn't much matter to her. She didn't look like some storybook hag and that was what was important. After all, things weren't always so progressive as they were now and her looks had always been a fantastic resource.
Rupert frowned, not at all satisfied with the non-answer. He did figure now was not the time, however. Little did he know his patience would be rewarded.
They went out of town to feed, not interested in running into Slayers. Not yet. They didn't need to know that he wasn't exactly dead yet. Besides. There was only one person that he wanted to tell and even she had to wait.
* * *
It was weeks before Rupert was settled in his new, sun-sensitive skin. With his Sire being so very old and thusly so very powerful, he found he was in turn more powerful than many vampires he had come across in his mortal days. He felt ready now. Ready to face the woman who had almost been his fiancee, for he knew without even a hint of doubt she would have said yes. So, trusted to roam freely, he sought her out at night. He never got close enough for her to see, but she knew he was there and that pleased him immensely. He still loved her. It was only that love was quite a different thing to a human than to a vampire.
For five nights he watched her, just beyond her sight. Finally she had enough and his whole body quivered when she spoke. “You've watched enough, Stalker. You've seen me dust three of your kind tonight alone. So take me on or take a hike!”
He smiled to himself and spoke without revealing himself. “Are you sure that's what you want?” He felt satisfaction when recognition and disbelief registered on her face. He came out of the shadows, knowing they parted for him. He let her appraise him, see that it was truly him.
“Oh my god...” She whispered.
“Close.” And he knew how close it really was. Though they had never flaunted their relationship, he knew that he was the key to her very sanity sometimes. He held her heart and her soul. He was the only one to have taken her body in years. She was pregnant. She hadn't told him, having found out the day that he had 'died'. He knew just the same.
“No... no... Package is right... contents is all wrong.” Her voice was choked, but the pain was well-masked just the same.
“I'd have to disagree. I happen to think it's all perfect.” He smiled at her.
She scrambled for something, anything, to give her hope. “Are you like Angel?”
“Well, we could find out, couldn't we, Kitten.” He felt his insides shiver with delight at the look on her face at the nickname. Most people thought her to tough, so strong... and a mere word nearly did the poor girl in.
She schooled herself quickly. She was moving towards him as though she was scarcely aware she was moving at all.
He opened his arms to her and she was in them instantly. One hand left his back as she whispered that she loved him.
“You love me, but you'll kill me?” He questioned. “It's okay. I understand. I'll always love you. And anyone else who comes along.” The fingers of one hand brushed her abdomen. A clatter sounded behind him as the stake fell to the ground.
Faith was frozen, hair and eyes nearly black, her skin nearly as pale as his. Then she moved, lurching, sick, coughing and trying to hide it behind a tree.
She was lucky she could not see the look on his face. She was his through and through and she always would be. He'd see to that.
“Poor Faith. Come. Let me kiss it better.” He crooned to her.
She shifted to look at him and he honestly did know what she'd say or do.
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