There are a lot of elements in this story that you readers are going to have to keep track of. There's Spike's plan on how he's going to destroy Sunnydale, there's the issue of Tara and her father, he's going to stick around until the end of the story, there's the Willow/Tara wedding getting closer, and the whole love triangle between Spike/Buffy/Jacob. I hope you enjoy reading.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, Dawn, Willow, Tara, Anya, Xander, Giles, or any of the other familiar characters seen on Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. Joss Whedon owns all of the characters of the show, because the show is his beauty and up until the end of this season, I loved it. I just hated the ending.
Spoilers: This story started unraveling in my head after I watched Entrophy and seen the important scenes of Seeing Red. I haven't seen the entire episode yet, but I will. I don't have UPN, so I've been downloading full episodes from the Internet to see this past season. So far, my favorite episode is Entrophy....because Willow and Tara get back together. That's one of the big reasons I became a fan of the show. Anyway, this story is set after the last episode of Season 6, I believe it's Grave.
Author's Note: This is the fifth installment to the Soulmate Series. This story is going to take place about two days after the ending of End of Dayz. Just a couple things to add. This story is going to tie up some loose ends created by the last installment. There's the Mr. Maclay issue. He will make an appearance in this installment. Originally, I wanted to write a story that put him in the negative sense as far as Tara's concerned. But seeing as there's so many fics out there where Tara's father is protrayed as a bad person, I thought I'd go the other way for once. So, this story is to give Tara the chance to make peace with him. Comments and criticisms can be sent to letsrocket_1998@yahoo.com.
Start of New Up
Prologue....
New York City, 1977.
Night time in the city known as the Big Apple, New York City, was alive with activity as it always is. People moving back and forth through the city's streets without much cares in the world. No one really worried about anything other than their own enjoyment.
And seeing a woman running down a mostly empty alley was not much of a surprise and neither was the fact that she was screaming for help from people who could care less about someone they didn't know. But a woman did run, and run hard she did. She had been running from the menace that chased her for over twenty minutes now, but she knew that the person was still chasing her. She could hear the footsteps getting closer to her now and she tried to speed up her steps, but that's when she felt two hands wrap into her shirt and toss her to the ground roughly.
The woman's hands immediately went to her stomach and she went with the momentum, rolling around until she landed on her back and she slowly sat back up after a moment, seeing the being there watching her with hungry and menacing eyes. She tried not to let her fright show, but it was hard. Very hard. And she knew he saw it, he felt it radiating off her.
The man in front of her wore a black pair of jeans with a black shirt with white designs over it. He had a long black leather trenchcoat over his shoulders and he smiled widely at her. Short blonde hair adorned his head. "Now don't you worry, sweet thing," the man told her, "this won't hurt....much." with that, the man's face changed. It morphed into the face that the woman recognized as the look of a vampire. The eyes were a deadly yellow color and his fangs were evident as he stepped towards her.
The woman grabbed a wood stick and threw it at her attacker, but the vampire knocked it away with his hand. He reached down and straddled her hips, holding her face to one side. He opened his mouth wide, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight as it shined over them and the vampire sank his fangs into the woman's throat, drinking the rich fluid from her body. He didn't care about the fact that the woman was carrying a child. He didn't care that there might be consequences later on down the road for this one act. All he cared about was the delicious taste of her blood as he drank from her.
But consequences there would be. Because his one act of violence here would come back to haunt him in twenty five years time. And for the vampire William the Bloody, also known as Spike, his life would get much more complicated by then.
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Tara Maclay sat at one of the square tables at UC Sunnydale's cafeteria. She was sitting alone and having a little lunch meal while she read her notes. She was going over the notes from her Composition class and she had a test in the next week over the last six chapters and the blonde was trying to organize her notes. She had never been any good at taking down notes and she knew Willow would help her out with it later.
Pausing in her reading as she took a sip of her soda, Tara's mind drifting to a couple days earlier and the surprise that she'd felt then. It had been two days earlier when a letter had arrived at the house addressed to her and the letter had been from her father. Her father wanted to have a reconciliation with her and Tara had mixed feelings about it.
On one side, she wanted to believe that her father was truly sincere in his letter and she hoped to have a reconciliation with him. But the realist in her knew her father. And that part of her knew that he always had something else up his sleeve. He sent that letter to her in hopes that she'd lower her defenses enough for him to succeed in whatever he was going to do. That's what she was thinking mostly. She hoped that it was wrong, but a tiny part of her doubted it.
She kept her left hand lying on her lap as her thumb gently rubbed over the gold band of her engagement ring. She wondered what her father was going to say when she told him about her and Willow and their engagement. Part of her didn't really care about his thoughts, but a bigger part of her wanted his approval. She also knew that he was very conservative and he frowned severly on any alternative lifestyle. That's one of the reason for his distaste for magic.
Tara had her hair combed back and hung freely over her shoulders, but she did have three small braids on each side of her face hanging down. She was wearing a light blue short sleeved top that was cut just above her chest. She wore a deep crimson colored skirt with different flowery patterns all over it. It was a combination she liked very much. And she knew Willow loved all her long skirts. Tara smirked inwardly, remembering a very heated conversation she and Willow had recently about all her skirts.
The redhead had told Tara that she loved to make love with Tara while she wore the skirts. It was one of Willow's more private fantasies. And Tara liked to sometimes give her lover some memories of those skirts as well. She shook her head. She really needed to concentrate on her studying.
Just then, she felt a familiar tingle race up her spine that she usually got just before the redhead came into her peripheral vision. Looking up, Tara smiled as Willow came around the corner and entered the cafe. The redhead made a beeline for her immediately and came over, giving her lover a kiss on the lips before sitting down across from her. She'd been doing that a lot lately. Giving the blonde kisses while they were out in public. Part of her wondered if it was the pregnancy that was doing it but either way, Tara didn't mind.
"Hey." Tara greeted her.
"Hi." Willow returned the greeting, sitting down across from her.
The redhead was wearing a light blue pair of jeans with a navy blue button up short sleeved shirt on tucked into the jeans. Willow leaned forward on the table with her elbows resting on the table. "Whatcha doing?" she asked.
Tara looked at her notes. "Trying to get ready for that exam I have next week."
"Want some help? We can work on it tonight." Willow suggested.
Tara looked at her notebook, then at Willow's smiling face and she couldn't help smiling back. "Alright, we can work on this tonight."
"Good." Willow looked satisfied.
Tara leaned back in her seat. "So um.....have you thought of any names?"
"Names?" Willow raised her brows.
"Yeah....you know....baby names?" Tara bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling. She'd spent the better part of yesterday and today thinking about their first child and names for the child. Apart from her father's letter that is.
Willow grinned. "Oh! Yeah, I've been thinking about a few names."
"So have I." Tara admitted. "Actually, I have a bunch. Some boy names and some girl names. Cause we really don't know the sex yet."
Willow leaned back. "You know something, I have a really strong feeling that it's a girl."
Tara's eyebrows rose. "A girl?"
"A girl." Willow agreed.
"What makes you so sure?" Tara asked.
Willow laced her fingers together at her lap. "I don't know, it's just a really strong feeling I keep getting whenever I think about it. I just really think it's a girl."
Tara nodded. "Alright, tell you what. I don't have another class till four, so how about we go find a good shaded bench to sit on and we can talk about the baby stuff."
"Sounds good to me." Willow replied as she rose, picking up her bag as she did.
Tara put her things in her bag and the two witches soon left the cafe, heading towards a shaded bench to sit and talk about possible names for their first child together.
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Jacob was in the back training room at the Magic Box. He had his usual black pants on and he had a black sleeveless tank top on as he moved his body up and down. He usually liked to do his exercises at least twice a day to keep his strength and conditioning up. He usually found a place out in the sun to do them, but since coming to Sunnydale, he'd changed his usual routine quite a bit. Now, he found himself using the training room to do his usual exercises. And lately, his exercises consisted of many sparring sessions with someone who's strength matched his own.
And that brought his thoughts to the Slayer. He had so many swirling emotions going through his head right now. He'd kept his distance the last two days since Buffy had told him about the vampire called Spike. She'd told him about the attempted sexual attack and the obsession. But mostly, it was the fact that Buffy was sure it was Spike that was the vampire he'd been searching for.
Jacob had spent his entire life fighting vamps and demons, just hoping to have a chance at finding the one responsible for his curse as he thought of it. But lately, his thoughts were not on his quest, rather on the future he could have with Buffy. He felt that if he abandoned his quest, it would somehow dishonor his mother's memory and he didn't want that. But he wasn't sure what he should do now.
On one hand, he could end his quest by seeking out Spike and ending it once and for all. But, Jacob really wanted to believe that he'd changed since coming to Sunnydale and if he went off and did that, it would prove that he hadn't changed at all. And then there was the way he felt about Buffy. Jacob could no longer deny it to himself. He was in love with the Slayer. It wasn't something he'd come to this town looking for but it was something that had just happened without him realizing it. He loved Buffy and he knew she had strong feelings for him.
So that left one question in Jacob's mind. What was more important, Buffy or fulfilling his quest? As he did his pushups, he let that question mull over in his mind. There was fresh sweat cascading down his skin as he continued to move his upper body up and down. He heard the door to the training room open and close, but he didn't look up. He knew who it was by the sound of the footsteps. He did five more pushups before he stopped and sat back on his knees. "Hello Rupert." Jacob said.
"Jacob." Giles said, walking closer to the Daywalker. Giles was dressed in his usual sparring gear he wore when he sparred with Buffy. A sweatshirt with a pair of jeans.
Jacob studied him for a moment before rising. "Something on your mind?"
Giles hesitated for a moment. "Actually, I'm worried about you."
Jacob grabbed a fluffy white towel and began rubbing the sweat off his arms. "You're worried about me?"
Giles nodded. "Yes. I know Buffy's told you about her history with Spike and I know she's told you that she thinks Spike's the one you've sought."
"And?"
Giles picked up two swords from the back wall. He tossed one to Jacob. The Daywalker caught it and the two clashed the swords together for a few moments. "I'm just wondering....what are you going to do?" Giles said.
Jacob parried a few more sword thrusts with Giles. "What do you mean?" he evaded the question.
Giles stopped the sword clashing. "Don't avoid the question, Jacob!" he snapped. "You are in a very delicate situation right now."
Jacob let the sword fall to his side. "I know. I've been thinking about it for a while now. To be honest, I don't know what to do. I mean, I have what I've always wanted. I know who attacked my mother when she was carrying me and part of me is just itching to leave this town and find him. Find him and take out my aggressions on him and end this quest."
Giles stayed still as Jacob looked at the floor. "But..."
Jacob sighed heavily. "But, there's a complication in my life now that I never expected to have. Something I didn't realize I wanted until it happened."
"What's that?" Giles asked.
Jacob looked at the sword in his right hand. "A future." he said softly. "I won't bother denying it anymore." he looked at Giles eyes, knowing the Watcher's thoughts and feelings about the Slayer. "Rupert, I love Buffy. I do. I never expected to fall in love with anyone, let alone her. So, with her......I could have a future to look forward to and that's something I've never had. And I know that if I settle down and have that future, I'll have to abandon that quest I've been on for so long."
Giles put his sword back on the far wall. "I guess the question you have to ask yourself right now is....do you love Buffy enough to do that?"
Jacob looked away, turning his back on the Watcher. He didn't know the answer to that question. Not yet anyway.
Giles sighed sadly and watched Jacob keep his face from him. Giles opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it. Jacob had to make this decision on his own. He turned and left the Daywalker in the training room with nothing more than his thoughts.
Most of the remainder of the day passed without much incident and the entire gang retired to the Magic Box, instead of the Summers House. Buffy, Jacob, Giles and Dawn were sitting around the round table. Dawn was working on her homework while Buffy and Jacob were looking through different books. Giles was merely writing notes down from other books.
Xander was standing at the counter with Anya, putting things away behind the counter. The two witches were in the back, putting new boxes of magic books away. They were all in their own conversations and the shop was mostly silent. There were a few customers looking through the shop as well.
"Here," Anya said, handing Xander a set of vials that held powders within them. Xander took the vials and carefully put them away.
Xander turned back around and Anya handed him more vials and other items that they both began storing away. This continued for a few more minutes as the others kept quiet and to themselves. Buffy and Jacob were going to head out for patrol in a couple hours, or once it started getting dark. The plan was for them to walk Dawn, Willow, and Tara back to the house before they did go on patrol.
The bell at the front door chimed as the door opened and a man entered. The man had only been in the Magic Box two times before and both times had been bad experiences for the man. His eyes scanned the faces until he spotted the face he'd come here looking for.
As soon as Buffy raised her eyes to the newcomer, her expression hardened. "Oh crap." she muttered.
Jacob looked at the newcomer with an open expression. "What?"
"Trouble." Dawn said as she looked at the man.
Xander and Anya had, of course, seen the man and the two of them stayed quiet. Giles looked at the man before he turned to look at Willow and Tara. The witches' attention had been drawn to the man as soon as he had entered. Tara slowly stood up from her place at the floor she and Willow had been sitting at, looking through different books. She took careful steps forward, knowing the others were not far behind.
"Dd.....dad." Tara stuttered.
Richard Maclay gave her a small smile. Then it left his face as he looked over her shoulders to see identical looks of coldness and harsh expressions on their faces. He pursed his lips. He had been expecting this kind of response from them, considering what had happened last time, but he had hoped that his daughter would at least give him a chance.
"Here's my girl." Richard Maclay said, taking one of the steps downward into the lower part of the shop. He stopped a few feet from her.
Tara hesitated a moment before she stepped forward and slowly, awkwardly gave her father an embrace. He returned it with awkward moments, patting her shoulders before stepping back. She stepped back to where she'd stood. "I...I I I got your letter." Tara said to her father.
Tara's father nodded, staying right where he was. His eyes kept flickering to the others nervously. He blinked a few times. "Yes....I'm hoping we can have a chance to talk Tara. There is much I need to tell you."
Tara looked around before looking back at him. "Alright," she said, "I'll...um....meet you for lunch tomorrow at that Italian restaurant, Antonio's. Okay?"
Richard nodded. "Very well. I'll see you tomorrow Tara." he said just before he turned. One of the last things he saw before he left the shop was the ring on her ring finger of her left hand. He knew what kind of ring that was and immediately, his interest in it was peaked. He'd find out tomorrow who the man in her life was.
As soon as the door closed behind him, Tara's shoulders slumped. While they'd been taught with tension only moments before, now they were slumped, the tension leaving them. Seeing her lover's shoulders slump, Willow moved forward and wrapped the fingers of her right hand around Tara's left forearm, squeezing gently.
Tara turned to her, looking like she was in a daze. "Hey."
"You okay?" Willow asked in a low voice.
Tara nodded quickly as the two rejoined the others.
"You alright, Tara?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah, I'm good." Tara answered, sitting down at the round table.
The group settled back down as silence reigned throughout the shop once again.
Richard Maclay entered the hotel room he was staying at for the night and sat down at the bumpy old bed that was provided. Because of his limited wealth, Tara's father could only afford a certain type of hotel room. He took his jacket off and tossed it on the bed behind him. He stared at the wall in front of him for several seconds before doing anything.
He'd come to Sunnydale because he believed the time was right to mend things with Tara. He'd left this city without her and had his lies proven to her. Yes he'd convinced her she would become a demon by a certain age, but in his mind, he'd done it so he wouldn't lose her. Richard Maclay had seen so many families fall apart because the fathers allowed their children to go off and live whatever lives they wanted.
When he'd allowed Tara to leave their home, it had always been understood that when the time came, she would return. And it had been his surprise when he had to come to Sunnydale and eventually face off against Tara and her new friends, which by then had become her new family. He hadn't wanted to leave her there. He'd wanted to force her to return with him and Donny to their farm, but naturally, things didn't turn out the way he'd wanted.
He sighed. He had one purpose for being in this town. And that was to mend things between him and Tara. But he had a few different reasons for wanting to clear things with Tara. He let his mind drift over those reasons. By the time he left Sunnydale, he hoped to have cleared things between him and Tara.
Reaching over, he picked up the phone that was in the room and he dialed a number he knew. It rang three times before a voice answered.
"Yes, I'm here." Richard Maclay said. He waited a moment before speaking again. "Yes, I've seen her."
There were a few moments of silence as he listened to the person on the other end.
"I'm having lunch with Tara tomorrow." Mr. Maclay continued. "Don't worry, I plan to tell her tomorrow. Right, I'll see you then."
He hung the phone up and then grabbed his jacket from the bed and slowly let his body lie down on it as he relaxed.
Around eleven pm, the gang were back at their homes. Anya was staying at the hotel she'd been staying at, Xander headed back to his house for the night, Buffy, Dawn, Willow, and Tara were at the House. Jacob headed to the apartment he'd started renting only weeks before. They were all getting ready for bed.
In the witches' room, Willow was getting ready for bed. She pulled on one of her oversized white t-shirts she usually wore at night and sat down on her side of the bed. Tara was downstairs saying goodnight to everyone and the redhead hadn't been able to get her lover to talk ever since her father had showed up at the Magic Box. It had been the first time since they'd reconciled that Tara had been reluctant to talk about whatever was bothering her. And Tara's reluctance was something Willow wasn't liking one bit.
After a few more moments of silence, the door opened and Tara entered, wearing her white silk nightgown. She had her hair combed back and she walked to the bed, sitting down on her side as she got ready for bed. Willow watched her back while Tara got ready. "You okay?" Willow queried from behind her.
Tara turned to look at her. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Willow pursed her lips, debating on whether or not she should push. She decided to push. "Tara, I know you're upset. Do you want to talk about it?"
She saw Tara's upper body stiffen at the words. "There's nothing to talk about." Tara said, breathing deeply.
Willow moved from her side to the bed. She sat up and scooted over until she was sitting behind Tara, her legs on either side of the blonde. She wrapped her arms around Tara's middle and rested her chin on Tara's right shoulder. She smiled in relief when she felt the blonde relax into the embrace. The door was still open, but Willow didn't care. She knew they needed to have this conversation out right now.
"Tara, don't shut me out. Please don't." Willow said in a low tone.
Tara closed her eyes. "I don't mean to, I just don't wanna talk about my father."
"Why not?" Willow probed.
Tara sighed. "Willow, don't you dare sit here and tell me you don't know!"
The redhead gave her lover a squeeze. "I know. I just know this is upsetting you. And when you're upset, I'm upset."
Tara dropped her head back on Willow's shoulder. "I just wish I knew what he wanted."
Willow rubbed Tara's arms. "Maybe he really wants to make things right between you."
"Maybe," Tara replied, "but I doubt it. He's always had an ulterior motive. I'm sure he'll have one here."
Behind her, Willow's face changed into a frown. "Tara, are you so sure about him that you're not going to even give him a chance? I mean, it's possible that he does want to make things better."
Rising from the embrace, Tara walked over to the window and looked out. The same window that had almost separated them forever. Tara shivered at the emotions that thinking about all that brought back up. "Will, I want to believe my father was good intentions. I really do, but I can't help but think he's got another reason to be here. I can't shake it."
Willow watched her with sad eyes. "Then, don't try to. Go to lunch tomorrow and keep your guard up. Listen to what he wants and if he is sincere about it, you'll know."
Tara walked back over to her fiancée and she, without speaking, straddled her lover's hips. Willow let her body fall back on the mattress, Tara's body pressing down over her as their lips met. Tara was content to let the subject of her father stay out of her mind for the night as she claimed her lover's body and Willow claimed hers.
The vampire named Spike entered his crypt followed by four demons. He wore his usual getup. His long black leather coat was over his black shirt with the red button up shirt over that and his black jeans. He walked over and poured himself a glass of wine he had as the four demons walked into the lower part of his crypt. Spike had told his demony pal Clem to hit the road because the demons that were here were very dangerous and Spike did like Clem, so he made sure the wrinkly demon wasn't here.
The demons were M'Fashnick demons, the same breed as the one that the Geek Trio had hired to rob the bank. The demons looked around the dwelling of the vampire with uninterested eyes. They all looked similar to each other, with the same type skin and scales with the only differences being various face changes. All four of them carried weapons.
One carried a broadsword attached to his back, inside of a sheath. Another carried a thick chain and several small sharp daggers. A third one carried a chain with a steel ball with spikes protruding around it and the last one carried two steel posts at his sides that connected to form a double sharp edged spear. The four of them stared at the vampire as he downed the glass of wine.
Spike turned to them. "Don't wanna sit?"
The leader, Spike assumed, of the four stepped up. It was the one with the long broadsword. "You came to us, remember, Spike?"
"Of course I remember, mate." Spike answered.
"You wanted us to come here, so get to talkin." the leader of the four said.
Spike nodded as he pulled his jacket off and put it on his chair. He walked over and opened the tomb that was near the far wall. Reaching inside, he pulled out a small black case. He knew that all M'Fashnick demons robbed and pillaged for the highest bidder and Spike had the best thing that the demons would want. "I have a mission I need you boys to take care of." Spike said. He handed the black case to the demon.
Taking it in his clawed hands, he opened the case, his three friends looking at the case. Inside the case in the center of it was a solid gold bar. They looked at it for several seconds before they looked at Spike, who was watching them with expressionless eyes.
"What is it you want Spike?" the leader asked.
Spike poured himself another glass of wine. "There's someone who'll be passing through this very cemetery tomorrow night. I want you to kill him. I don't care how clean you do it or how messy you do it. Just make sure you do it."
The leader of the four closed the black case. "Very well. You have paid us a great amount and we will take care of this problem. Who is it that you want us to take out?"
Spike downed the second glass of wine. He pulled out a photograph and handed it to the leader. "I want you to take out this man."
On the photo was a picture of Jacob.
Buffy opened her eyes as the new day dawned all over the city. Bright sunshine shown over her eyes and it made her squint her eyes. She sighed as she sat up in her bed and looked around. The clock on her dresser told her it was nine thirty and she wasn't surprised at the time. She had been sleeping a little later in the mornings lately. She didn't have to work until noon and she'd get off work at seven. That was the new arrangement she'd made. Seven hour shifts were better for her. She had the weekends off so she could have quality time with her sister. And she'd spend the next couple hours out on patrol, so all was good in that part of her life.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stretched her arms out. Sometimes she really hated doing her job. Slinging burgers was not all it was cracked up to be in Buffy's estimation. To her, about the only good thing about it was she got to meet the most interesting people. Like Sophie for instance, that girl had so many problems it was a wonder to Buffy that her head didn't explode. But, of course, there was a huge downside to her working schedule.
She hadn't had much time to be a good friend to her friends. She knew Willow and Tara were already at the University for classes and Dawn was already at the High School, so the house was empty unless Giles had dropped by to wait for her to get up. She knew Xander was busy with his newest construction job, so she couldn't go see him and she was never any good at talking to Anya, so she couldn't go over to the Magic Box unless someone else was there.
Buffy got up and ran her hands through her curly blonde hair as she walked towards the bathroom. She showered and cleaned her body before she wrapped herself in one of her terrycloth robes and headed back to her room. She pulled out a pair of her blue jeans and a long sleeved white top and pulled them over her body. Grabbing her gold crucifix necklace, she pulled the chain over her neck. She then walked in front of her dresser's mirror and pulled her hair back into a single ponytail. With that done, she pulled her shoes and socks on and grabbed her leather jacket as she headed downstairs. As she thought, Giles was downstairs waiting for her.
"What are you doing here Giles?" Buffy asked once she was down.
The Watcher had his hands in his pockets as he looked at her. He actually had a good normal reason for being her today. He had made a personal agreement to himself. He knew that with Willow and Tara's situation no longer a worry, he should go ahead and go back to England, but he wanted to wait and see how things were going to work out for Jacob and Buffy. Although he personally thought their getting together could be a disaster, if it was what they wanted to do, he wouldn't leave until he was sure they were happy.
"I'm here to see how you're doing, actually." Giles answered.
Buffy's eyebrows quirked. "Um, I'm okay Giles."
Giles nodded, not moving from where he was standing. Buffy didn't move as well, but she did watch him like a hawk. Whenever she and Giles had private talks in the past, it had always been forthcoming, but Giles looked very nervous and the Slayer wanted to know why.
"Giles, what's the real reason you're here?" she tried to be aggressive.
Giles looked at her. "Alright," he said, "I'm concerned about you and your relationship with Jacob."
"I knew it," she muttered under her breath, "why are you so bothered by us possibly getting together?"
Giles's entire face tensed at the words. He knew the issue of his personal thoughts on this matter would one day be confronted by one of them, he just hoped he'd have more time. He knew that looking into Buffy's eyes that if he didn't answer her now, it would put a wall between the two that Giles didn't want there. So, he decided to just be as honest as he could. He took his glasses off as he answered her. "Buffy," he said, "it's not anything personal against you or Jacob, it's just you're the Slayer. He's the Daywalker. For centuries, those two Prophesized Ones have never even met let alone been involved in a relationship."
"And?" Buffy was impatient.
"Let me put it this way," Giles said, "if the Council knew his feelings for you and your feelings for him, they'd be here at once to permamantly remove one of you."
Buffy sucked in a breath. "Giles, are you saying that they'd....do something?"
Giles pursed his lips. "Buffy, what I'm saying is.....they don't even know Jacob's here. If they did, they'd do whatever they had to do to make sure you two couldn't get together."
"Why does the Council care whether or not me or Jacob get together? It's not going to affect the whole Slayer heritage. I mean, when I die or Faith dies, another Slayer'll be called." Buffy argued.
"It's not the same with Jacob, though." Giles replied. "The Council fears the possibilities that would be created if you two were to share a child together. A child that was borne by a Slayer, but would have vampire traits is something the Council would not allow to live. That's why I am so worried about both of you trying a relationship. The Council doesn't know about Jacob being here, the last they heard about the Daywalker's whereabouts was when Jacob was in Los Angeles."
"He was in LA?" Buffy asked, surprised. She wondered if he crossed paths with Angel and his crew.
"Yes, for a few weeks he was, then he came here." Giles replied. "But that's why I'm so worried about the both of you. I don't want to see him hurt, or you. And if the Council learns of any of this, they'll come here to remove one of you."
Buffy looked around her home in silence. She slipped her jacket on and waited several long seconds before she said anything. Then she looked back at her Watcher and the man she's come to rely on as her foster father or adopted father. "Have you told Jacob any of this?"
Giles looked at her. "Buffy, I don't need to. Jacob's known about their rules concerning the Daywalker and Slayer all along. He just has himself convinced he can face whatever they'll do."
She nodded. "I need some time to think."
She walked out, leaving Giles standing in the living room in absolute silence.
End of New Up
Thanks for reading and I look forward to hearing your comments about this story. The updates will be coming less frequently now. The next update probably won't be for maybe a week or less. See ya guys later.
Kudos!!!
Edited by: xita
at: 9/8/04 9:02 pm
at: 7/1/02 7:11:43 pm
That would be very cool. 
But i have to admit, that I'm not a big fan of the Haliwell sisters and Tara being their cousin.