FADING SHADOWS (10/?)
They were prepared for whatever the council sent to them. Angelus,
Drusilla and Spike were waiting for the signal. If they were needed,
they would attack. Everyone else except for Giles was waiting in the
kitchen. Giles was in the living room area of the warehouse alone.
He
was the bait, something he wasn't entirely thrilled about.
He couldn't believe after fourteen years of his life being devoted to
the council, they were the ones trying to kill him. Of course, it should
have surprised him. He had faced demons, vampires, warlocks and other
creatures walking away unscathed. Now, the very organization he worked
for was what he had to fear. It really pissed him off royally. To have
his survival...his life being held in the hands of three vampires,
the
very vampires he was suppose to keep the world safe from, and a rag
tag
group of children was somehow overwhelming to him. He trusted the
vampires with his life. It shocked him that he had grown so much wiser
at such an old age.
He had had to learn that sometimes people were not what you believed,
a
truth he had learned many years before but forgotten as his life had
become comfortable and secure. He now had to wonder how many creatures
he may have slain that were as harmless as the vampires that now resided
in the next room. He corrected himself. Not harmless. If it were not
for
Willow, he and the other humans would have been food long ago. The
fact
that shocked him was that these immoral creatures could care..could
love...even without a soul. It made him wonder if they ever truly lost
their souls at all. He didn't see how they could show such emotion
without one somewhere deep inside them.
He wouldn't think of that now. Now, he had to concentrate on what the
council would send after him. He had learned that more than four dozen
slayers and watchers had been massacred. The though angered him. The
people who should be saving human lives were the ones taking them now.
The vampires the ones defending the humans. It was ironic in many ways,
he knew. He froze when he heard a knock on his door. It was time. The
council had made its move.