Four
11 November, 1999, Sunnydale
Logan set his glass down hard on the table top, making the liquid inside it jump. His face was calm and collected, however, revealing nothing of his extreme frustration.
“He got away again, didn’t he?” Whistler sat, his own frosty drink leaving a ring on the table.
Kilpatrick scratched his eyebrow with his pinky finger. He finally sighed, taking a long drink from his tortured glass. “Yes....” he said at last, his voice even. “Yes he did.”
“What happened this time?” There was an eagerness on the demon’s face, he enjoyed these little get togethers. They were an ongoing testament to the beauty and grace of the plan laid out by the Powers That Be. If Spike was not to be killed, he would live... well, sort of live.
“My demon had tracked him here to Sunnydale,” Logan responded, “to a little grove near the local college.”
“So what happened? Your demon accidentally attend a lecture and die?”
Logan chewed on his lip. “The Initiative got him.”
Whistler’s eye shot up. “The Initiative?” He nodded appreciatively. “Interesting. I was wondering when they’d pop up.”
Logan was shaking his head. He resented Whistler’s cavalier attitude to failure, but he made no threats, no smart comebacks. He was calm.
“You look good,” Whistler commented, peering at the man over his drink. “Not so... angry.”
“Tibet will do that,” was his simple response.
“Yes, I heard you’re all into meditation now. Find your circumcenter and all that.” He gave a little grin. Logan was unaffected.
“It’s ‘find your epicenter’ and yes, I am feeling quite good, for the most part.”
Whistler shrugged into his drink and muttered. “I said you look good; you’re as angry as ever.”
“Shouldn’t I be?” Logan snapped, setting his glass back down. “I’m your little puppet whenever you call, and what do I get out of it? You and the Be Crew work against me at every turn. Revenge was never this difficult.” He sighed and started fingering his coaster.
“It’s not just us,” Whistler defended, twisting his drink in the ring it had made. “With everything working against you, you’ve got as much chance of catching this guy as Mother Superior of catching VD.”
“What’s working against me?” Logan frowned. “Because I can kill it if I need to.”
“Well,” Whistler sighed, counting on his fingers. “You’ve got Those That Be, for starters, whom you can’t kill. You’ve got this wicked bad case of prophecy, which you’ll find out about later,” the demon assured him, “you’ve got destiny, which you can try to kill, but if you do, then get it on video, because I’d like to see it. You’ve got the forces of darkness, who embrace Spike like one of their own because... well, because he is one of their own. You’ve got the more intelligent forces among good, like me, because we recognize his eventual importance-”
“Which is?” Logan interrupted, throwing down his coaster. “What the hell good has Spike ever done?”
“None, yet,” Whistler sighed, annoyed at being interrupted. “And eventually,” he continued, “you’ll have the Slayer against you.”
Logan’s eyes narrowed. “The Slayer as in the-?” He closed his fist angrily. He was quickly losing his epicenter. “The Slayer?”
“The one and onl.. Well, one of two, yeah.” He took another swig of ale. “The blonde one.”
Logan nodded with a small chuckle as the pieces began clicking together in his mind. “The one who’s only still alive because I helped Tall Dark and Confused years back?” He laughed once. “Figures.”
“How’s your pet project coming along?” Whistler emptied the last of his ale, setting the now empty mug onto the unused coaster.
Logan dropped his gaze, sullenly. “They still won’t let me see it,” he answered. “They won’t even let me see it,” repeated, honest frustration in his voice.
“Take a break,” Whistler stood, patting the man on the shoulder. “Go back to Tibet, work on your middle, er.. Center. We won’t be needing you now for a bit.” He turned and began to walk away.
“Are you firing me?” Logan exclaimed in surprise and amusement. He took to his feet.
“Just making a suggestion,” the demon answered without turning around. He left the Bronze without another word.
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