Chapter 7: You had a bad day(part 1)
Hey guys. New chapter goes with Liam's story. This is going to be a two parter, fair warning. Now I know a lot of you want Angel to come in, and he sort of does in this chapter. But we are also really close to his actual appearance. Also there is a cameo of someone we all might know. See if you can't spot him/her. Enjoy.
It was night time at Buffy's house and she had just told Giles about Dawn, the monk, and the incredibly strong woman.
"Uh," Giles began. "I don't know what to say."
"Tell me about it." She said looking toward the stairs.
"She has no idea?"
"No. She thinks she's my kid sister."
"Are you going to tell her?"
"How can I?" she sighed and got up. "She'd freak, and that's the last thing we need." She walked to the doorway and looked up the stairs and sighed again. "We have to keep her safe." She turned and walked back into the living room and sat back down.
"This ... woman, this, uh, whatever she was... she knows you now. Should we be thinking about ... sending Dawn away?"
"I don't know, uh ... your father's?" she scoffed.
"Yeah, he's, um ... in Spain, with his secretary. Living the cliché." Giles looked sympathetic. "I called him when Mom got sick, he hasn't even..."
"When he bailed on us ... I remember, Dawn cried for a week. Except she didn't. She wasn't there, but ... I can still feel what it was like." Giles put his hand over his mouth and frowned. "They sent her to me, Giles. I think ... No. I know I have to take care of her. I want to."
"Do we tell the others?" She pondered this for a moment. The only other person who knew was Liam and she didn't even tell Giles that.
"No. No one. They-they'd act weird around her, and it's, it's safer for everyone if they don't know." Giles got up and began to pace.
"Yes. We have to find out who this woman is, and what she needs Dawn for." Buffy pondered again. "I mean, if she comes after you…."
"She'll come. She'll come for us." She sighed and looked at the ground. "Yesterday my whole world went upside down. Had to have been the worst day ever."
At another part of town, a family was finishing up their dinner.
"Mmmmh. That was good." Said a woman sitting at her dining room table with her daughter and husband.
"Yeah. It was great dad." Said the daughter. There was a sign above the way that led to the kitchen that said 'Welcome back dad'
"Well," he began. "When you are in rehab, they tell you to replace drinking with another hobby. I took up cooking. I had to be careful though. Some foods have alcohol in them." They laughed. He got up and took the plates from his family.
"Honey, you don't have to clean, you cooked." Said the wife.
"I want to. It's relaxing to me. Now Melissa." He directed towards his daughter. "I believe you have homework."
"But can't I eat your desert first?" she asked.
"Not until homework's done. Besides, you'll get a second helping." At this Melissa gleamed.
"Ok, I'll go. Have my desert ready when I get back down."
"Ok" he said and Melissa went upstairs. She went to her room and pulled out her diary from her desk, sat down and began to write a new entry.
Today was great, dad had gotten back from rehab, completely sober. He cooked dinner and it was the best meal I had ever had. I'm not sure what it was but I know it was French, because dad said something in French. I've never seen my dad so happy. Usually I'd see him drunk and ready to beat on anyone. But not anymore. Today marks the reformation of my family. Today had to be the best day of my life.
"Aww, ain't that sweat" came a voice from behind her. Melissa shrieked and jumped up from the bed. A man stood there, dressed in black. He had snow white hair, black eyes, and he was smiling at her.
"W-W-Who are you?" she asked scared.
"Have you forgotten to worst day of your life?" he asked not answering her question. "Nobody forgets. Nobody." She went for the door to call for her parents but the man appeared in front of her. "Now where do you think you're going?" he placed a hand on her mouth to keep her from screaming. "Now about that worst day?" she was tearing up at this point. "Let's see if we can't remember now." He raised his hand and the girl closed her eyes and screamed. Her parents heard her and ran up the stairs to her room. When they found her she was in the corner screaming in a crouched position.
"No, no, no please stop." She said through tears.
"Melissa what is it?" her father asked coming over to her. When he touched her she screamed again.
"NO. STOP. STOP. GET AWAY! GET OFF HER!" he drew back not wanting to hurt his daughter again.
"Melissa" her mother came over but she didn't help either. Melissa screamed even louder as if she was seeing something horrible and she couldn't look away. She was crying hysterically.
"Richard call 911!" the father left to call. "Melissa it's ok." But Melissa screamed louder. She threw her mother away from and kept on crying. Her mother left the room not knowing what to do.
"Haven't lost my touch." Came the voice of the man who was standing outside her window. "Let's see if we can't crank it up a notch." He raised his hand again and Melissa screamed as loud as she ever could.
Buffy was in the kitchen the next morning making breakfast because she didn't know what else to do. She has all this stuff on her plate that practically no one could help her with. She was thinking of moving back in with her family until things got better. Family. The thought of it made Buffy remember Liam. She wanted him to be like a son to her instead of this emotionally distant person. If she learned anything in her years as a girl and as the slayer, she knew that keeping yourself distant always ends badly. She needed him to help her. He was able, he knew more than she does. He could help. He didn't have to tell anyone about himself, just lend a hand. She thought that's what he likes to do. She thought about going to him and confronting him, maybe even try the grounding card again.
"Whoa! What happened here?" Dawn had come in and saw that Buffy made breakfast for everyone.
"I wanted to make breakfast for everyone. You can take a plate, you can even tell mom you helped or I helped." She had made a plate of eggs, fried and scrambled, bacon, toast, and had orange juice ready to pour. Dawn looked quizzical at her.
"What's going on?" Buffy knew that Dawn was not going to budge, so she told her as little as the truth as possible.
"Mom is sick, there is a new big bad in town I think, and I wanted to apologize again for how I acted."
"You said that already."
"I know. But I feel like I should make up for it."
"Ok" Dawn shrugged, grabbed a plate and started taking what she wanted. Joyce then came into the kitchen and was surprised.
"Whoa! What happened?" she asked.
"Dawn asked the same thing. I just wanted to cook for the family. Dawn actually, kinda did most of the work." Dawn stopped eating and looked towards her sister. She was actually giving her some credit, willingly. Something was up.
"Thank you Buffy, you didn't have to do this."
"I know, I wanted to." With that, the Summer's woman got their food and headed to the living room to watch TV together. The doorbell rang and Buffy went to get it. It was Riley. "Hey you." She said cheerfully.
"Hey" he gave her a kiss and walked in. "I was hoping we could hang out today."
"Well I just made breakfast, maybe we can start there?" She suggested.
"Breakfast aye, what's the occasion?"
"We're still trying to figure that out." Joyce called form the living room. He looked back to Buffy.
"I wanted to help out since mom is sick." She said quietly so that her mother couldn't hear her.
"You are a hell of a woman" he said. "I already ate but I don't want to be rude so…" he left for the kitchen. Buffy smiled a little.
"Buffy you might want to come see this" came Dawn's voice from the living room. Buffy walked in and saw a news report about a dead girl.
"The police found the girl in her room hanging from the ceiling by her bed sheets. Police are saying that it was a definite suicide but no official report has been given. Although, it has been confirmed that the father of 13 year old Melissa Walker, has a history of alcoholism and abuse. It is reported that the father just got out of rehabilitation yesterday before the girl was found dead. Police are now questioning the man.
"Oh God!" her mother said putting her hand to her mouth. Riley had come in and saw the report.
"It's sad" he said. "we can save the world from demons and apocalypses, but we can't seem to stop all the evils in the world."
"You think the dad did this?" Dawn asked him.
"Maybe. I'm certainly leaning that way." Buffy was too, but something felt off about it. A man gets out of rehab to just kill his daughter or drive her to suicide. Something wasn't right.
"I have to go" she said and grabbed her jacket and left. She didn't know where to start, but she felt as if this dead girl was something else entirely. For some reason, she felt compelled to go to Liam. Maybe he could help and maybe she could get answers from him about the way he has been acting. When she arrived at Liam's apartment, she remembered to knock on the door and wait to come in. They went through the routine and Liam opened the door.
"Hey" she said.
"Hey" he replied.
"How are things?"
"Not so much. a girls died last night and I was hoping….. maybe….. We could investigate this thing. Together."
"Anything demonic?" he asked.
"No, but it feels off to me. Like it's different than normal deaths."
"The girl died from hanging herself."
"Ok, that's a suicide." He stated plainly. "Do you know what compelled to he do it?"
"No, all I know is is that the father has a history of alcoholism and abuse, so the police are questioning him."
"History of abuse?" she nodded. Liam closed his eyes and sighed. "As much as I would love to investigate this with you Buffy, we can't do anything. I can't do anything. Nothing can distract me from my work. Unless you have proof that outside forces compelled her to do it, it's out of our jurisdiction." Buffy didn't know what else to say. She really wanted to spend time with him, but it seemed like he was avoiding every opportunity.
"Are you sure there isn't anything you can do?"
"I'm sure. Sorry." He turned and went back into his apartment and then stopped. He turned back with a look of curiosity. "Did the man ever go to rehab?"
"Yeah he did. They say he just got out."
"Do you know what he was doing the night of the suicide?" he was sounding paranoid at this point.
"No I don't. Why?"
"Be ready to go in five minutes. I need to change." He ushered her to the door and closed it. Buffy was confused. What had she said to provoke Liam to come with her and why was he changing. She only ever saw him in Angels coat and those sunglasses. Three minutes later, Liam came out in a nice suit and was putting his sunglasses on and holstering a gun on his side.
"Whoa, what's with the heat?" she asked curiously.
"We're going to find out what happened." is all he said before going up the stairs. Buffy followed at his feet and he walked into the parking garage.
"Mind telling me what changed your mind."
"Get in" he got to his car and climbed in. Buffy did as she was told not really understanding what was going on. He drove off and stropped at the police station and told Buffy to wait. He went inside and came out two minutes later with a slip in his hand. "Got the address" he said as he got into the car and started it up.
"Mind telling me what's going on?" she asked again.
"Yes" is all he said and they drove off. They arrived at the house of the dead girl and got out. "When we're in there, let me do the talking. I have more experience doing this."
"What exactly are we doing?" she asked for the third time when they got to the door and Liam rang the doorbell.
"Watch. And don't answer any questions unless one is asked to you." He was being very bossy and Buffy didn't know why. She surely didn't want this to happen when they went out. The door opened up and a man stood there.
"Yes?" he said with a scowl on his face.
"Mr. Walker?" Liam asked.
"Who's asking?" Liam took off his sunglasses, pulled out an ID badge from his pocket and showed it to Mr. Walker.
"Mr. Walker, I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth, this here is my partner Dr. Temperance Brennan." He gestured to Buffy. "We're from the FBI." Buffy looked at him. Liam was posing as an FBI agent and he was dragging Buffy with him. What was he up to?
"FBI. Great. First the cops are accusing me of forcing my daughter to kill herself and now the FBI." He said angrily.
"Mr. Walker, we are not accusing you of anything. We simply wish to get all of the facts from this case."
"Yeah and try to lock me up so you won't have to deal with it anymore." He was not getting any better.
"Honey. Who is it?" came the voice of woman behind the man.
"It's the FBI. There here thinking I killed Melissa."
"Mr. and Mrs. Walker that's not why we're here." Buffy said hoping to help but Liam interrupted her.
"We think that you daughter might have been murdered by a serial killer." This got everyone's attention.
"What?" Mr. Walker asked looking shocked.
"Sir, we have many questions. May we come in?" they let them come in and they all sat down in the living room. The parents sat on the couch and Buffy and Liam sat in opposite chairs. Liam leaned forward and starting asking them questions. "Mr. and Mrs. Walker, can you tell us anything about Melissa that might compel her to do something like this?"
"Um….No." Mr. Walker responded then looked to his wife. "Nothing that I know of anyways." Liam looked to Mrs. Walker who had on a very sad face.
"She..." She began. "She's been quite for along time. Ever since Richard started drinking and becoming violent, Melissa barley spoke two words to anyone. She started becoming happier when Richard went into rehab. But she still was quite most of the time."
"I'm sorry," Liam began. "But I have to ask if you could please tell me happened during your drinking problem Mr. Walker." Mr. Walker took in a breath before answering.
"I was angry a lot. I didn't like my boss. I would come home and immediately start drinking. Some nights I would through a fit and start yelling, blaming Judy or Melissa. Then I started to beat them to let more anger out. It was like that for a while. One night it got so bad, I broke Melissa's nose, gave her a black eye, and broke her mothers arm. I felt so guilty after that. I went into rehab and took the course twice. I didn't want a repeat of what happened." Mr. Walker had tears forming up in his eyes.
"Could you tell us what happened last night?"
"I made dinner. In rehab, I developed a hobby where I cook. I got out of rehab last week and last night was the first night I came home to my girls."
"We saw a different side of him." Mrs. Walker added. "He was happy, cheerful. Melissa was talking more than she did in the past year. It was like the family was back together again." This made Liam shift in his seat. This did not go unnoticed by Buffy. "You said that….Melissa might have been murdered?" Liam hesitated before answering.
"Mr. and Mrs. Walker. From what you just told me, it seems that the nature of your daughter's death fits the profile of a serial killer we have been trying to track down." Mrs. Walker bowed her head and started to cry.
"Why would anyone want to hurt Melissa?" asked Mr. Walker.
"That's classified information, sir." Liam responded. "To further our investigation, would it be alright if we took a look into your daughter's room?" they nodded and led them to Melissa's room upstairs. The Walkers left them alone and Liam started going through Melissa's desk.
"Ok, what was all that about?" Buffy asked. "And what's with my name? Dr. Temperance Brennan?"
"TV show characters from the future. They make a good team."
"What's my doctorate in anyway?"
"Well in the show, it's Forensic Anthropology?" Buffy was about to ask what that was. "Bones. The study of Bones."
"Oh." Liam kept searching through the girls room apparently looking for something. "What are you looking for?"
"What's the one thing that all teenagers have in common?" he asked in response.
"Taste in Shoes?"
"Nope." he found something underneath the bed and held it up. "Diaries."
"You're going to go through a dead girl's diary?" Buffy asked bewildered.
"What? Sounded cold?" She nodded. "Good, means I'm focused."
"Hope I'm never that focused." She muttered to her self. Liam sat on the bed and looked through the pages, skimming each one. He would stop and read a few pages ever so often. "You know that it's a complete invasion of privacy."
"I know. But it has to be done." He read page after page in the book. "Apparently she described her dad's beatings and drunken nights. Not good. Not good." He read more. "Here's something, 'My dad said he was leaving today. He was very sorry for hurting me last night. He said he didn't want to have that happen again. I don't know where he's gone, but I hope he doesn't come back. Last night had to be the worst day of my life.'" He finished reading and looked up.
"You think maybe his coming back caused her to commit suicide? To not deal with this new dad?" Buffy asked.
"Maybe, but if what the parents said is true and she was happy, she might have written it." he skipped over to the last entry in the book and began to read aloud. "Today was great, dad had gotten back from rehab, completely sober. He cooked dinner and it was the best meal I had ever had. I'm not sure what it was but I know it was French, because dad said something in French. I've never seen my dad so happy. Usually I'd see him drunk and ready to beat on anyone. But not anymore. Today marks the reformation of my family. Today had to be the best day of my life." He finished reading and looked up stunned, as if he'd seen a ghost.
"Liam?" Buffy asked but he got up and left the room. Buffy followed. She practically had to sprint to keep up with him. "Liam, what's going on?"
"I have to go check something." He said as he got to the car.
"What is it? What's going on?" Buffy was getting frustrated.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with now. Best you can do is just go and train or something." He didn't even look at her. He just got into his car and drove off, leaving Buffy there.
Buffy was beating the stuffing out of the punching bag in her training room. She was, over the top, pissed. She had to deal with her sick mother, her annoying key ensouled sister, and her distant, secret keeping son. Her life had gone from good one moment, to hell in another. She didn't know what else to do then to beat the crap out of anything. Giles had walked in and saw her beating up the punching bag.
"I'd offer advice or tea, but I don't believe either will help in your current state." He said to her.
"You got that right" she said and kept on punching.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No" she punched one more time and then everything started spilling out. "It's just that I've had one thing after another pile on top of me and I don't know how to take care of it all."
"Well that's normal…"
"Not for me." she went back to punching the punching bag then stopped. "My mother is sick and I don't know why or how to help her." Went back to punching
"That would drive someone up the wall." She stopped again
"Liam, my future son, is being distant from me and keeping secrets and every time I try to have conversation with him, he leaves. And let's not forget my sister is a key and I have to protect her from a crazy strong woman we don't know."
"What was that?" he looked up stunned at what she just said. She turned to him hoping that he didn't hear the second and last part and she only had to repeat the last part.
"My sister is a key and I have to protect her?" she answered hoping it was correct.
"No, before that."
"My mom is sick and I can't help her?" trying to avoid what he was looking for.
"No" he said impatiently "in the middle." She just stood there. "Liam…..IS your son?" She took in a breath and sighed,
"Yeah. Liam is my son from the future." Giles just stood there perplexed. He took off his glasses and began to clean them, then placed them back on. Buffy began to explain everything to Giles, Liam's mission, how she found out, what his current known plans are, and the fact that Angel is his father. They had moved from standing to sitting on the couch on the wall. Buffy was facing Giles, but he was staring wide eyed into deep space trying to comprehend everything that Buffy just said. "And then he just left me there. I don't even know what he's doing or what's going on. He apparently is very interested in this girl's death." Giles got up and began to pace. "I know this is a lot to take in."
"You're bloody well right." Giles said sounding frustrated. "If what you are saying it true, then the woman that you faced, Dawn, the key, all of it. I-I-It's small compared to what you have just told me. For the future to be so bad that your own son would defy all the laws of magic to travel into the past to fix it, i-i-is so risky that….." Giles started to pace again. "You should have told me Buffy." He said under his breath. "You didn't trust me enough to tell me something that could very well be critical to saving our very existence." He was getting more frustrated by the minute.
"It wasn't my secret to keep Giles. Liam told me that if anyone else new then it might get out and evil will find out and they would torture him for information so that the future could be worse." Giles stopped pacing again, faced her and sighed.
"Has told you anything about the future?" he said calmly as possible.
"Just that it's bad. He hasn't really told me anything on anything for that matter. Every time I tried to have a conversation with him, he would blow me off."
"Well that's just rugged, coarse. It's just plain rude. No child should push their mother's away when their trying to make an effort. Do you know why?" she just gave him a look. "Right. Perhaps I should go and talk to him. Man to man."
"No." she got up form the couch and went to him. "If he knew that I told you, he won't trust. He will never talk to me."
"Buffy he's not telling you anything. He practically doesn't trust you now. And I think I can convince him to start, at least, open up to you."
Giles went to Liam's apartment and banged on the door. Buffy had told him about her second trip there and he didn't want firsthand experience in it.
"Who is it?" came Liam's voice from the other side.
"Rupert Giles" he stated.
"Liam I'm not leaving until we talk."
"How did you find me anyway? No one knows where I live."
"Your mother does." This caused Liam to hesitate before answering.
"My mother's dead"
"Maybe in your time, but she is very well alive now and she is very worried about you. Buffy told me everything. If you don't open up, I will come in." Giles stood there for a second and was about to kick down the door when it opened. Liam stood there looking angry. He didn't have his sunglasses on and Giles saw his eyes for the first time. He was a perfect blend of both Buffy and Angel. She was right.
"Buffy told you." He said angrily.
"Yes. And she is concerned." Liam scoffed and walked back into the apartment with Giles following. "You're not talking to her, you're distancing yourself from her. She believes that you hate her for some reason." Liam said nothing. "All she wants is to get to know her future son. She wants to spend time with you. Is that to much to ask from you?" Giles said raising his voice. Liam spun around and faced Giles with a murderous expression.
"Why don't you stay the fuck out of my way as I try and do my job?" He said in a low voice. "You don't anything about me or my life. NONE." He said the last word with venom. "As for Buffy, she's got enough on her plate. She doesn't have to deal with my problems."
"Your problems are her problems." Giles countered. "You are her son. If you knew anything about her, you would know that she places family and friends above all else."
"You don't think I don't know that? Where do think I adopted it from? I'm in the family business. I'm currently right now trying to let a family rest after their daughter died while juggling my other job. And apparently they have crossed."
"What do you mean?" Liam sighed before answering.
"I know who killed that girl on the news."
"The one that committed suicide?"
"Yes. She did commit suicide. But where I come from, it's murder."
"Pessimus Die" Liam and Giles had gathered everyone at the summers home to tell them about the murdered girl.
"Worst Day?" Willow asked.
"Yes, it's in Latin." Giles stated.
"He's a very powerful warlock. No one knows his real name." Liam had begun. "All I know is is that he was abused as a child by his father. His mother died when he was young. He delved into the black arts and started to make people see all the worst days of their lives. Making them relive every moment, everything they felt during that time. Anything to make them go over the edge."
"Go over the edge?" Tara asked.
"Make them commit suicide." Riley finished.
"Exactly." Liam continued "The only thing that will make the pain go away. The only other way to stop it is if Pessimus was killed. But with his powers he can have you on the ground screaming for mommy and daddy in a minute."
"So how do we stop him?" Buffy asked looking concerned. Liam hadn't made eye contact with her since he arrived.
"We'll divide into search parties and start scouring the town for him. Hit the demon bars and local haunts for this guy."
"How do you know him?" Riley asked. Everyone turned to Liam for an answer. Liam just looked back at him.
"He was mentioned in one of the watcher diaries" Giles came in and saved Liam from answering.
"He's very dangerous," Liam continued. "We go in groups of three, divide the strongest among us. At best, Pessimus will be able to have two of us on the ground. The third will deliver the finishing blow. But if you have to, run."
"Way ahead of ya 'Cryptic Guy.'" Xander piped up. "That might just be my plan."
"What does he look like anyway?" Anya asked. "I've never heard off him."
"You don't hear anything if there's no one to tell the story." Liam answered.
"Except one watcher." Xander corrected.
"He dresses in black and has snow white hair, with black eyes. He's arrogant, he'll talk about your worst's day's. That's how you'll know it's him."
"Alright," Buffy took charge. "Xander, Anya, and Spike are in one group."
"Why do I have to be in a group with him?" Spike said pointing to Xander and Buffy glared, daring him to say more. "Right."
"Where do you want me?" Riley asked.
"Home. Your still healing."
"He's able Buffy." Liam said. "Let him go."
"Fine. Riley, you'll be with Tara and Willow. I'll be with Giles and Liam. Everyone know there groups?" everyone nodded. "Then let's go." The first two groups mentioned left while Buffy, Giles, and Liam stayed. She then turned to Liam and crossed her arms. "So what's the real truth?" Liam bit his lip.
"He's the leader of 'The Crow.' He's here for me."
"I thought you took care of them."
"Doesn't mean that more wouldn't come back. Assuming that he's here, his resources are probably exhausted in the future. He's taking me himself."
"You knew that they would come back."
"I didn't know it would be this soon. But it could be good for us."
"How?" Giles asked.
"Pessimus doesn't tell anybody what he does until it's done. Keeps his superiors from saying 'no.' He usually get's the job done. If we kill him, then no one will know what happened to him and we'll be safe for now."
"So how do we find him?" Buffy asked.
"Well…..you don't have to look that far." Came a voice from behind Liam. They all turned and there stood a man dressed in black with snow white hair, black eyes, and a devilish grin.
"Pessimus." Liam said.
"Liam. It's good to see you again. Last time I saw you, I told you to go kill those 'White Hats' that are trying to stop our bosses work. And yet…to my surprise" his voice was getting louder. "you saved them." He was throwing his arms in the air. "You were a double agent and tricked us." He started to chuckle. "Well played. And I thought I could trust you."
"Well we all know about trust and evil." Pessimus looked at him curiously. "They never go together."
"And yet, by following that, we've managed to almost completely send this dimension to hell in the future. Although, there are some…..minor problems. But they can be handled with. You on the other hand, are our only real threat."
"I'm touched" Liam said sarcastically. Pessimus looked behind Liam to Buffy and Giles who were standing, ready to fight if needed.
"I see you've been acquainted with the current slayer of this time. Does she know who you are?" Liam didn't say anything. "I'll take that as a 'yes.'" He chuckled some more and wondered passed Liam to Buffy. "I wonder what….Horrible days you've experienced."
"You stay the fuck away from her." Liam stated turning Pessimus to him and grabbing his collar. Pessimus just chuckled some more.
"You care for her. I understand. I cared for my mother too, but she's dead. Just like yours will be if you don't agree to come back." Liam let go of his collar but still stood in his ground.
"Your choice." Pessimus punched Liam and sent him flying in to the foyer, breaking the double French doors. Buffy went to tackle Pessimus but stopped when he raised his hand to her. All of a sudden Buffy could see all the horrible memories flash before her eyes. Her parents fighting, her parents divorcing, Merrick dying, all of the innocents that she couldn't save, Angelus coming out and torturing her, her killing Angel, Angel breaking up with her, Angel leaving her at graduation, her finding out that Dawn is the key. Everything went through her head and she saw it all. She felt it all. It was like watching a horrible movie and being unable to turn it off and close your eyes. She dropped to her knees and started tearing up.
"No…NO…NO….STOP." she screamed. Giles went to help but Pessimus got him too. He saw of some of his horrible days as Ripper, Jenny's body in his bed. He fell to his knees and grunted. He was better at holding back tears, but some started to form.
"Never gets old" Pessimus gloated. Buffy screamed more.
"STOP!" Pessimus looked and saw Liam standing. His sunglasses were off and he had fire in his eyes. "Stop and I'll go!" Liam couldn't bare to see his mother in so much pain. Pessimus smugged a smile and lowered his hands. Buffy and Giles lay on the ground panting, the memories now gone from their eyes, but not from their minds.
"Couldn't stand it could you" Pessimus said. "Your weakness has always been your family."
"Yeah. But one of my strengths is my head." Pessimus didn't understand. "In order for our future to come about, this slayer has to be alive. Kill her now, it all changes." Pessimus looked at Buffy who was sitting on the ground watching.
"Maybe so." He said. "But I'll still be me." And with that he raised his hand to Liam and Liam caught the curse. He stumbled back, eyes closed, holding his head.
"No…no…stop" he begged.
"The future may not be written in stone boy, but memories last a life time" Liam was on the ground trying hard not to scream and fight through the curse, but it was no use. He saw every bad moment in his life, and he couldn't help himself.
"No…NO…NO…MOM, MOMMY" he screamed and cried as he saw the memory of his dead mother lying motionless one the ground as a child, his father turning to dust as an arrow pierced his heart from the window on his sixteenth birthday, him with the gang standing before three graves, one saying 'Connor Angel,' his sister falling dead in front of him with a knife wound to the heart, Angelus chuckling as he tortured him and his sister in their early teens. A woman bending down as he stared at his mother's body saying, 'You will suffer like me.' He withered on the ground as the memories came flashing back to him. All the hurt and pain, came back ten fold. Buffy got up and ran towards Pessimus, but he shot both here and Giles, who was getting a weapon, and they both fell to the ground seeing every one of their horrible memories. Pessimus laughed as he tortured the family in front of him. Liam screamed as he experienced his memories over and over again. Then he experienced one horrible memory when he was 15. Angelus was torturing him and his sister and he was chuckling.
"You're weak" Angelus said. "You're weak because soul boy made you weak. Now if I was in control, you would be strong right about now. That or dead, I don't care. But you see," he said while crouching down to Liam. "I'm always strong, because I, unlike Angel, don't thrive on emotions. I just have fun. I do what I want, because I can. Now, soul boy was in control when you were conceived, but I was also there. Which means, there's a little bit of me in you. The part that has no emotions….." Liam was gritting his teeth. "The part that doesn't get distracted by pointless love…" He was still withering, wanting it all to stop. They all did. "The part in you that is a soulless monster. The one that makes you who you really are" Liam couldn't take it anymore. "A demon."
Liam opened his eyes. He could still see the memories go before him, but they seemed smaller then did. He had tapped into his inner demon. Something he didn't want to do ever, but had to be done. This was his chance. He got up and faced Pessimus. Buffy and Giles were still screaming and withering. Pessimus looked confused. He shot another blast of the curse to Liam and Liam closed his eyes. He fought through the curse and started to walk towards Pessimus. Pessimus started walking back and used both hands for the curse at Liam. Liam shut his eyes again and stumbled back. The memories growing stronger. But he pushed them away, gritted his teeth and walked towards Pessimus again, taking out his knife and axe. Buffy and Giles had stopped screaming and looked at Liam who had a flash of yellow in his eyes. Pessimus used up the magic he had left and Liam saw every memory worse than before but kept on going.
"How can you resist?" Pessimus asked. Liam got to him and stabbed him with his knife.
"I'm used to them now." He whispered into his ear and threw him onto the coffee table. He picked him up and through into a chair and broke it. He picked him up again and threw him into the double French doors, breaking them even more. He picked him up again and threw him back into the living room on to his back. Liam walked over to him and stood. Pessimus was helpless as Liam started stabbing him with his knife and chopping at him with his axe. Grunting with each blow. Pessimus was long dead after a few blows but Liam kept on chopping. Buffy gathered herself together, walked over to Liam and tried to calm him down.
"Liam" she tried to grab his hands but they kept on delivering blows. "Liam….Liam it's over." Liam was slowing down now, tears forming in his eyes, and his grunts were turning into sobs. Buffy finally managed to grab hold of his hands and made him drop the weapons to the ground. Liam just sat there and started to cry. Buffy knelt next to him and he turned to her with glistening, red, puffy eyes.
"I'm sorry" he sobbed." I'm s-s-sorry mom. I didn't mean too." He was crying like Buffy had seen Angel cry after coming back from hell. "I'm sorry that I got you killed. I didn't mean too." He sobbed even more. Buffy pulled Liam into a hug and he cried into her shoulder. Buffy just sat there holding her crying son with tears in hers eyes. Giles stood up just staring at the pair, tears forming in his eyes as well.
After a while Buffy took Liam home and Giles offered to clean up the mess in the living room. He took the body of Pessimus out into the backyard and with the broken furniture that wasn't fixable, lit a pyre with the body in it. He went back into the house and started cleaning up. Though at a rather slow pace. The memories of Jenny and his Ripper days felt so fresh to him as if they happened yesterday. He was so deep into thought that he didn't hear Joyce, Dawn, and the rest of the gang come in. They saw the wreckage and were stunned.
"Giles what happened?" Willow asked first.
"Pessimus was here." He said solemnly.
"Is Buffy ok?" Riley asked in an instant.
"She's fine, I believe. Though we didn't talk about our experiences."
"What does that mean?" Xander asked.
"Pessimus was a little more powerful then we original presumed." He took off his glasses and begun to clean them. "He had all of us experiencing are most horrible memories." Everyone in the room froze. They knew that Giles had some bad memories, but Buffy had to have been the worst. Giles put his glasses back on and continued. "Liam somehow broke through the curse and Pessimus used all of his magic and concentration on him. Buffy and I saw that Liam was in pain and was getting worse. But he got to Pessimus and killed him. He then broke down."
"Buffy?" Joyce asked concerned.
"She offered to bring him to his place. I don't know when she'll be back."
"Is she ok?" Dawn asked caringly.
"I'm not sure."
"How are you?" Tara asked him.
"I'll need sometime. It's not everyday you experience your worst days all at once."
"Would you like some tea?" Joyce offered.
"That would be lovely." Giles got up and started to walk with Joyce to the kitchen. "And don't worry about the ruined furniture; I'll take care of it."
"Oh, you don't have to do that Rupert."
"I know, but I want to. I feel a bit responsible."
"Well, thank you." She said with a smile.
"We'll clean up in hear." Willow said and everyone else started picking up ruined pieces of furniture and glass. "Poor Buffy. I can't imagine what she's going through."
"Just as long as she doesn't leave again." Xander said.
"Again?" Riley asked.
"After she killed Angel." Willow answered. "She left for three months, not being able to handle everything that happened."
"When she got back, we didn't really help." Xander said. "We sorta yelled at her for leaving, nearly caused her to leave again. Not the smartest thing we've done, but so was leaving."
"But she had to do it." Riley said. "I mean, you all said that Angel was going to end the world."
"But it wasn't him." Willow said. "It was Angelus. Angel came back at the last minute. And besides, could you kill the love of your life to save the world and be ok with it?" Riley just looked at the ground. Not knowing how to respond to that.
Buffy got Liam into his car and drove it to his apartment. The whole ride over Liam didn't stop crying. When they arrived, Buffy escorted him to his apartment and once inside took his coat and shirt off because they had blood on them and then proceeded to clean his face. As she cleaned him she saw her cross necklace around his neck. All the while, Liam cried. As Buffy did all this, she fought back tears. She couldn't stand to see her own son in so much pain. As she left to wash the blood off of the wash cloth, Liam got up, went to his bag and pulled out his 'future' phone and a stand. He place them both on the bedside table and plugged them in. He hit play and a song started to play.
Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay. Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-lay.
He stood there as the song started to play and Buffy felt as if he needed time alone. As she was about to leave Liam called to her.
"Stay with me." he said through his tears. Buffy turned and saw the hurt and pain in his eyes. "Please" he breathed and she nodded. Liam went to the bed and sat down crying. Buffy went and sat next to him. They lay down together, Liam holding Buffy and resting his head on her chest and Buffy held him while petting his hair as the song played.
Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby
Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay
And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow
Bless you with love for the road that you go
Liam just laid there crying into Buffy's chest, soaking her shirt with his tears. She was crying to, but she managed to hold back a lot of it.
May you sail fair to the far fields of fortune
With diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet
And may you need never to banish misfortune
May you find kindness in all that you meet
May there always be angels to watch over you
To guide you each step of the way
To guard you and keep you safe from all harm
Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay
At this point, Liam had settled down but was still tearing up. Every time Buffy moved, even an inch, he would hold on to her tighter. Not wanting to let go.
May you bring love and may you bring happiness
Be loved in return to the end of your days
Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you
I'll just sit for a while and sing loo-li, lai-lay
May there always be angels to watch over you
To guide you each step of the way
To guard you and keep you safe from all harm
Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay
Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-lay Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-lay Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-lay
As the song ended, both Liam and Buffy had fallen off to sleep in each others arms. Tears still coming down, but not as much. Neither one stirred throughout the night.
So yeah. Liam feels responsible for Buffy's death in the future and everyone of his family members dies in front of him. Sad right? The song played is Sleep song by Secret Garden. I came across it while finding an Irish lullaby and loved it. Next chapter will be even better. Comment and review.