Author: Beer Good PM
Season 2: 'Passion' ends differently: Buffy doesn't get there in time and Giles dies. As Buffy tries to cope with the guilt, other forces idecide to take advantage. Enter a new team of watchers, headed by a certain principal, to guide Buffy THEIR way...Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Horror - Buffy S. - Chapters: 13 - Words: 16,353 - Reviews: 21 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 04-20-06 - Published: 01-01-06 - id: 2730485
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Author's note: I have no idea how far this will go, but for starters I think it's going to be a rewrite of the end of season 2. Not because I think I can do it BETTER than Joss, but... I always wanted to try out some new character relationships.
The scoobies stood around Giles' empty apartment, still too much in shock from Jenny's death to think clearly.
"So Giles is gonna try to kill Angel, then?"
Xander scoffed. "Well, it's about time somebody did."
"I'm sorry, but let's not forget that I hated Angel long before you guys jumped on the bandwagon. So I think I deserve a little something for not saying 'I told you so' long before now. And if Giles wants to go after the... fiend that murdered his girlfriend, I say, 'Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!'"
Buffy walked slowly down the stairs as the full impact of what had happened – what was still happening – hit her. "You're right."
"There's only one thing wrong with Giles' little revenge scenario."
"And what's that?"
She looked at him in horror. "It's gonna get him killed."
"All right. You've had your fun. But you know what it's time for now? Huh? Come on, Rupert old boy, you're supposed to be the one with the answers."
He wasn't really waiting for a reply – his hand blocking Giles' windpipe, slowly choking the life out of him, pretty much made one impossible anyway. Angelus tilted his head to take in the anguish and impotent rage on his victim's face.
"You know, killing your girlfriend was amusing and all. I love a good chase, especially the part where you almost let them get away. There's something poetic about seeing that last flicker of hope flare up and then blow it out... wouldn't you agree, Willie?"
The two other vampires had re-emerged from the back of the factory. Spike seethed at being called by his old name. "Just kill him and be done with it. If the watcher's here, the Slayer can't be far behind. We need to get out of here."
His grandsire didn't even dignify him with a look, never taking his eyes off Giles. "Now, Rupert... to be perfectly frank, I've been wanting to kill you since I first met you, soul or not. Of course, that's true for most Englishmen, but you're even more annoying than some I could mention. All that crap about destiny and procedure and good and evil and... really, I don't see how Buffy even stays awake around you. Of course, I don't see her around, so maybe she finally had enough of you too. Maybe it'll be best for all of us if I just kill you right here."
He brought Giles within biting distance... and Giles did the only thing that remained to him and spat in his tormenter's face. Thrusting his victim back up into the air fast enough to almost snap the librarian's neck one-handed, Angelus grimaced. "Then again... Dru, honey? You want this piece of garbage? I really can't be bothered. He tastes like... tea." Angelus threw Giles down at Drusilla's feet, where he struggled weakly to crawl away. Cooing gently, she lifted him like a rag doll and buried her fangs in his neck.
"I can't do this alone."