Chapter 7: Not a Vacation in Miami for Summer
~ March 3, 2004: Miami Florida:
Night. That Ford F-150 Cillian had been driving sped down the road easily, in the rain. Coming up on one of the Draw Bridges. Just going, and going, people behind him.
He sped on. The draw bridge rising just ever so much, the guard rail of wood down. Brightly painted stripes on it. Cillian didn’t care.
“Now, sorry Fella,” said Cillian speeding with the truck, “Got to get rid of my trail somewhat you know.” Next to him sat a decaying corpse. This was March keep in mind, he had that truck back when John was stolen.
“No, no,” Cillian wasn’t crazy to talk to the corpse, he was just going over his plan, “It’s not me, it’s you. Frankly,” he opened the door to the truck on his side. “You’re just to ripe for me.”
The truck went over the draw bridge he’d been driving so fast. Cillian jumped out of the door and over the passing boat, which he was actually heading for.
Good thing he didn’t. The truck fell on the boat and Cillian went over it landing in the water. Safe and sound.
Cillian went under the night water lights flashing above over head. The water was cold, he could hear people above him screaming from that truck dropping on them with the dead body. Which Cillian thought was terribly funny.
He swam to the top of the water, hearing everything going on. Cillian with ease swam towards the docks.
There was a man fishing, sitting on the dock. At that moment he was more about that a truck just fell on that boat a little ways away. Suddenly Cillian leapt up on the dock.
The man looked down at him, “Son. What are you doing?”
Cillian pulled himself up and he stood to his full height. Pushed his hair back off his face. Wondering why he got a hair cut, and looked down at the man.
“You have something to do with that young man?” asked the older guy. Cillian looked down at him, the guy asked again, “What do you think you’re doing.”
“Sparing your life,” assured Cillian walking past the fisherman and kicking him off the side of the dock in a candid way. No guarantees that guy would die, Cillian just laughed to himself walking down the dock.
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Cillian leapt up onto the top of a Hotel. Hilton Hotel. Knelt at the very top looking down, very far down to the pool. He could hear the children and families playing in that pool. Wasn’t late.
Hours till midnight. His hair blew around in the window, drying as he looked down on the ledge. He could have all those families, if he wanted.
“Wouldn’t want to make yourself known too early, now would you?” he asked himself. “Known at all.” Maybe he could take the wives down there.
Cillian memorized their voices, the way they looked to him from above, stories above. He leapt down a little closer onto a balcony. Could see them perfectly. Perfectly.
4 wives, at least three. 1 looked to be a teenager. She wasn’t a wife. She’d be the first one he’d nab. Put his hands on the railing hearing their laughs.
Nice blonde chick. Trying to tan in the day, having fun even in the night. Sweet blonde, she’d come to him without him even trying.
“Hey,” said a man from behind Cillian.
Cillian turned around. “Why, Hello.”
“How’d you get out here?” asked the man. He went towards Cillian, “I’d be afraid of me if I were you boy.”
Cillian cocked his head to the side looking down at him. What a day it was, he shook his head, “Really?”
“Yeah,” answered the man.
Cillian punched the man in the face and he flew back past the glass sliding doors and he landed on the floor of the hotel room. Cillian walked in.
The Cuban’s face vamped out, “You just made me angry.”
“I’m not a boy,” laughed Cillian, his face changed then changed back.
“Well, well, well,” answered the Cuban, “Another blood sucker around. We’re all over the place man.” His face changed back, “I thought you were some kind of human burglar trying to rob my crib you know.”
“You’re new aren’t you?” sneered Cillian, not in an angry way, but in a subtle distasteful manner.
“Been like 3 years you know,” said the man, “What are you doing here anyway? Vamps be traveling to all the sunny resorts you know.”
“Where the humans are,” assured Cillian helping him up off the ground.
“Well we got slayers out of the wood works, I warn,” answered the man patting off his suit like there was dust on it or something.
“Really?” questioned Cillian.
“Packing in Groups, I suggest you and I do the same before they figure you and I out,” replied the vamp, “Or head out of town like your ass is on fire.”
“You wish to join groups with me?” asked Cillian.
“Sure, you seem okay to me and all,” he went over to his bar and got some glasses and filled them.
“Sorry but I travel alone, Chico,” said Cillian.
“That’s not good. These fiery ladies knocking us out one by one you know. Sometimes in packs. Thankfully I was playing poor helpless human when they took out my lady sire you know,” he went towards Cillian handing him the glass.
“Well isn’t that blind of them?” smiled Cillian.
“I guess you can say that. Can’t go somewhere and kill freely without worrying about an ass whoopin’ you know.” He took a drink of his drink, Cillian excepting his, Scotch. “Raining slayers.”
“I don’t believe that I should worry,” answered Cillian.
“Oh, boy you should worry all kinds,” he said gesturing with his glass.
“I’ve killed 4 slayers in my time,” bragged Cillian.
“I don’t think that’ll keep you safe too long, they attack in groups mind me. You know, big groups. Biggest I seen 10,” said the man. “Be a disappointment if you die.”
“So you wish to assemble group that may kill these slayers?” asked Cillian.
“Sure enough. Without all the extra paper filing. Got 2 buddies now, but I don’t figure they’ll be worth much, one’s blind as a bat you know.”
“Of course I know,” answered Cillian slyly.
“I say I assemble a group of about 15 of us and we got and attack the slayers full force,” planned the man.
“Really?” Cillian looked at his glass, took a drink, “Why tell me your plans?”
“I figure you need a home you know. Friends-”
“A shoulder to cry on?” laughed Cillian.
“I don’t go for any of that queer eyed stuff man.”
“Me neither. I walk alone,” he sat his glass down on the bar, turned towards the vamp, “Even if I did, I don’t your name.” His face changed, “And you wont either by the time I’m done.”
“What?” asked the man.
The man dropped his glass and went to punch Cillian before Cillian could do anything. He did do something, he blocked the blow swiftly. Spun around and kicked the vamp in the face.
The demon’s face turned. Cillian laughed and punched him in the head. The vamp flew back and hit the bookshelf against the wall that lead to the balcony.
The vamp fell down. Cillian grabbed the vamp by his hair slammed his head against the floor and then slammed it up and against the ceiling. Dust fell from the ceiling.
Cillian had backed away from the falling vamp. The vamp hit the bedroom floor. Cillian kicked him across the face.
The man rolled up onto his feet and tried to kick Cillian. Cillian grabbed him by the arm and swung him into the nightstand. Cillian picked up the a piece of wood. The vamp came back at him.
He went to knock the stake from his hand. Cillian blocked the blow with the stake and stabbed him in the stomach. Pushed him down and slammed the stake into the vamp’s heart. Cillian stood up, cracked his neck. The vamp dusted on the ground.
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“Honey!” said a woman’s voice, “Get the door!”
The young blonde teenager went to the door, someone had knocked and she opened it. Standing there was Cillian.
“Good evening,” answered Cillian, wearing his jacket, which was dry leather pants and a red T-shirt.
The girl looked at his clothing, “You seem interesting.”
“Is your mother home?” asked Cillian.
“Sure, she’s in the shower right now,” answered the girl.
“May I come in?” asked Cillian.
“I’m not allowed to let strangers in,” said the girl, slyly.
“Well, my name is Cillian. I’m not stranger now am I?” replied Cillian, sweetly, softly flirting with the girl.
“No, I guess not,” she answered, “Come in.”
Cillian stepped in over the threshold his boots making a weird sound because they still had some water in them. The girl looked at his shoes, “Been swimming clothed lately?”
“All the time,” smiled Cillian.
“Mom will be out in a little bit,” said the girl, “But right now I’m making toast, you want some.”
Cillian looked around the hotel room, two beds, large window. Great view, “Sure.”
She went over to the table wear she had set up a toaster. Cillian didn’t have any idea what that was, but he was more on the idea of where was the mother. Cillian looked at the bathroom door.
“The toast will be done any second,” answered the girl.
Cillian laughed to himself. A little amazed of how stupid a child of this decade could be. She probably thought he was from room service or something.
Her mom walked out of the bathroom in a towel, “Oh my.”
“He wants to talk to you mom,” assured the teen just watching the toaster.
Cillian looked the woman in the eyes and pushed her back into the bathroom and closed the door. The woman didn’t scream when she was taken by surprise.
The teenage girl just kept watching that toaster. She didn’t even pay much attention to some of the sounds of struggle.
He stepped out of the bathroom. Closed the door behind him.
The blonde looked up at Cillian, “What did you tell her?” she was a little confused, why didn’t her mom come back out. Why did Cillian have blood in his mouth. He swallowed. Licked his teeth.
“Mom?” questioned the girl.
No answer.
“You’re a very beautiful girl,” stated Cillian, softly flirting with her.
“Are you okay?” asked the girl, “There’s blood in your mouth.”
“I’m completely fine,” assured Cillian.
“Mom?” asked the girl again.
“She’s not coming,” answered Cillian.
“I’d like you to leave now,” said the girl.
Suddenly he was standing in front of her. Cillian put his hands through the trembling girls hair. His faced changed suddenly. She went to scream.
Cillian pushed his face to her throat. Biting her. Grabbed her with is left hand by the hair on the back of her head. He drank up her warm blood. The struggling girl tasting much better then her mother.
Drank the girl’s little life away. Her blew eyes closing. Cillian dropped her body and toast, now burnt shot up.
Cillian was surprised by that and he fell away form the table. Looking at that toaster. Breathing hard, he didn’t suspect that.
Slowly he stood up watching the thing, making sure it wouldn’t do anything. He went to and pulled it out of the wall. The metal he’d grabbed and it burnt his hand and he threw it out the window and into the street. He hissed with pain.
“Bleeding appliances,” he hissed to himself holding his hands in his coat.
There was a ring. He looked around, licking the blood off his lips. His hands were fine in no time. That ringing went again.
It was a cell phone. After awhile Cillian saw the cell phone sitting on the nightstand. The phone stopped ringing. Cillian went over to it and saw in the little window on it the word, ‘Unknown Caller.’ Cillian cocked his head to the side.
In no time he pressed the wrong number and heard the voicemail, “Cillian,” said the British man, “Pick up the phone, I know you’re in there.”
Cillian dropped the phone, it kept talking. “I’m going to call again, you need to pick up.”
He picked it back up. The cell rang again after the usual, press this number if you want to delete the message routine. Pressed the button with the green phone symbol on it and put it to his ear quickly, “What now then, are you going to send me off to another slayer?!”
“You’re angry,” assured the voice on the other end, a British Man.
“OF course,” stated the Cillian, “But not as angry as I could be.”
“I’ve read,” said the man.
“Who are you, and how do you know I’m here?” growled Cillian.
“My name is Rupert Giles-”
“Watcher?” laughed Cillian.
“Yes.”
“So you use your bloody connections to locate me-” started Cillian smoothing his bangs out of his eyes with his left hand.
“The Watcher’s Council has been depleted Cillian,” assured Giles.
“Then why follow me?” he began to pace the room.
“Because you are evil-”
“Nothing I didn’t already know,” assured Cillian.
“Don’t try to find me Cillian-”
“Did I say I was going to try and find you?” demanded Cillian.
“No-”
“Then don’t put words in my mouth,” growled Cillian stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him looking down so that cameras wouldn’t catch his face.
“You’re leaving now Cillian, walking down the hall-”
“I know very well where I am going. So, tell me more about you,” answered Cillian going to the elevator and pressing the down button.
“You’re planning to leave the building.”
“You’re cleaning your glasses,” answered Cillian, “And from what I hear, you’re a man in your late 40s, early 50s. You wear glasses obviously and you’re logically tall.”
“You have a talent there, but I’m telling you not to try and follow me for your own good.”
“Slayers, all kinds,” replied Cillian.
“I do have several slayers under my wing,” said Giles.
Cillian went into the elevator, “But then again I can safely say, you’re not a bird.” He pressed the Lobby button, “I’m a hunter, I am a thing of the night. I will find you.”
“I’m most sure of that, but what if I were to find you,” answered Giles.
“Sick all your little, Tarts at me, I don’t care. I’ll kill them,” said Cillian. “Of course you know that don’t you?” He kept his head down so that the camera wouldn’t see him hair falling from behind his ears, hanging over his face. “Book man.”
“I don’t have to sick them on you.”
“Oh, wouldn’t that be against your watcher-ly duties?” The elevator doors opened and Cillian got off walking through the lobby and towards the door, “It seems I once knew a gal that had a bit of watcher problems. Hmm…That slayer you sent me after. The good ole boy told her not to go fight the sea demon. She did.”
He let the door close behind him, “Seems as much. I ended up saving the Lass. Get this Rupes, Slayer will do as they please, always will.” Cillian stood next to where the cars would drive by, park, people get out with their luggage, “Now, what are you going to do about me?”
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Giles hung up the phone in his room. He was renting a house a way away from the ocean. It was cheap, there were rooms, it had good up keep. The etc.
He walked into the main room, in there the T.V. was going. One or all of his slayers were back.
Emerald one of the 3 slayers with him, she sat down in the chair in front of the T.V. Lanky girl, 5’8”, big brown eyes and her hair was blonde and streaked bright purple. She wore black tights with a skirt that was bright pink and looked like it belonged as part of a tootoo. And she wore a bright green tank top. Black boots going up her shin.
“Who were you talking to Giles?” asked the girl, she had an accent, German accent.
“No one,” assured Giles.
She sat up in the chair, sitting on her legs and looked over the back at Giles she said sarcastically, “Ooh, and ‘No one’ can come over for dinner. And we can all get together and play Yatzee on Fridays. I’ve got a great idea, Movie night. Ooh, and we could throw parties to where you and ‘No one’ leave for a beer run.”
“After that he can bend you girls across the table-”
“Vamp?” asked Emerald.
“I’m serious,” stated Giles, “It’s nothing, to worry about. Not as of yet anyway.”
“We should hunt him down Giles, when the others get back,” said Emerald standing up.
“No, he’d too dangerous.”
“Too dangerous for three slayers?” asked Emerald.
“Exactly, I’ll be the one killing him. Talking to him-”
“You don’t have super strength and incase you didn’t notice, you’re old,” replied Emerald.
Giles took off his glasses and cleaned them slowly with the handkerchief from his pocket, “I’ve had many years of training I assure you. I’m not going to risk it, you three hardly know your own strength, hardly touched weapons.”
“Well we haven’t gotten to since Tabs shot you in the knee with a crossbow,” answered Emerald folding her arms.
“Exactly,” he put his glassed back on, “Shooting a vampire in the knees wont kill it.”
“It’ll slow it down.”
“But what if it doesn’t care?” asked Giles, “Kills you anyway?”
“Three of us,” said Emerald, “Three.”
“No guarantee Emerald, alright,” he went over to the T.V. and turned it off, “I’m sending you three away.”
“What?!” she demanded unfolding her arms.
“Yes. I have some friends in South America right now, Willow and Kennedy, they’ll be your watchers for right now. Alright, no fuss. I’ve got bigger things,” answered Giles.
“What if I were to call up your Buffy and tell her that you’re off getting yourself killed?” asked Emerald.
“She wouldn’t care right now,” assured Giles.
“Yeah she would.”
“I’m your watcher, and you’ll do as I say. Because, it’s for the best for you three.”
“When are you going to tell Tabs and Ariel?” asked Emerald.
“I’m relying on you to do that, I’m heading out. You’re all old enough to be able to go somewhere on your own, plane tickets are on your beds,” he picked up a bag next to the shelves.
“Ariel doesn’t speak English.”
“But she’ll figure it out,” he went up to her with a folder, “I’ve made pictures.”
“Are they gory like last time?” asked Emerald.
“Quite less,” answered Giles.
He went towards the door, “Don’t you care?”
Giles turned towards her, “Of course I care.”
“How do you care? It’s our job to kill vamps, you just prepare us.”
“That’s true. There person that was supposed to take care of him though, didn’t, at least not yet. If she won’t, I will,” assured Giles.
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“He wants to take care of me,” laughed Cillian talking at a table with some other demons, “Really? A watcher. Do me in? Less chances then a blind dog.”
The group around him laughed. There was a mortal woman, red head sitting in Cillian’s lap. She looked very afraid. There were fang marks on her throat. Cillian’s arm around her waist.
“So are you going to leave town before this idiot comes around with his slayers and jumps your ass?” demanded another vamp.
“Nah,” answered Cillian setting his chin on the woman’s naked shoulder making sob. She was trying not to cry, “I want to stay around, see how it turns, out,” he said looking at her bite mark.
Blood all over her white tank top. “Then I’ll leave. Get back to my slayer.” He looked at the group.
“You’ve got a slayer?” laughed one of the vamps.
“Yeah,” answered Cillian, “I’m going to kill her slowly-”
“You wish,” stated that vamp.
“I wish big, that’s what. And I get my wishes,” growled Cillian.
“Help me,” sobbed the lady under her breath, closing her eyes for a moment.
“You wish you could kill a slayer,” replied the vamp.
“I’ve killed 4 slayers,” stated Cillian.
The whole room went quiet, whole bar. Slowly Cillian kissed the woman’s neck and his face changed again and he brought the other side of her neck to him and he bit a new place. He drank her.
The woman screamed and cried till she couldn’t anymore. Cillian stood up dropping her, blood on his mouth. Truthfully he didn’t care.
Cillian stepped towards the other vamp. Standing over him. Cillian grabbed him by the collar with his right hand and threw him down towards the left slamming his head down on the table. The vamp fell down on the ground.
The vamp flipped back up, “Give me a stake,” demanded the vamp.
No one replied to that. Cillian smiled. Suddenly he grabbed the vamp with his right hand by the collar and slammed his head to the left making it hit the wooden table. The vamp fell through the table. Beer, blood and peanuts falling on him.
[Just incase, Cillian’s name is pronounced, Kill-ee-in.]
The vamp pushed himself up onto the ground. Cillian’s face turned back and kicked the vamp in the stomach. He flipped onto his back from the blow.
Cillian grabbed a table shard and slammed it into the demon’s heart. He turned to dust. Cillian threw down the stake, “Anyone else want to second guess me?”
No one answered, “Didn’t think so.”
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Cillian stepped into the room where he’d killed that vamp. Pulled off his jacket, then pulled his shirt up over his own head and threw them down on the floor without care. He laid plopped down on the bed and laid his head in the pillows.
Let the sleep drift over him. Dawn would arrive over that horizon.
The light of day came along, shining into his…drape less windows. The sun shined into the room onto Cillian’s back. He shuddered a little, then woke up quickly. He hissed in pain.
He was going for the blankets but they were gone. Gone. Cillian rolled off the side of the bed. Steaming.
Too much sun in the room. He hit the floor hard and rolled under the bed. The sun missing him.
He breathed hard, the shadow under that bed wasn’t going to last him long. And hour, 2. Cillian looked up at the bottom of the bed. His skin hot.
His skin was red. It’d heal. Cillian looked to his clothes laying in the floor.
Suddenly he rolled out from under the bed onto his feet grabbing his jacket and shirt in the process and grabbed the knob on the door. He pulled the door open and it went off it’s hinges.
Cillian shot down the hall away from the light and put his shirt on over his head. The maid watching him go towards the elevator. She shook her head watching him.
He stepped into the elevator after a moment pushing *69 on the phone. Which he’d recently seen done on T.V.
The phone rang, Cillian pushed Lobby a couple of times and let the thing go and waited. Voicemail picked up, “You’re reach Rupert Giles, sorry I can be here right now but leave a message and your number and I’ll try to call you back.”
Cillian then growled into the phone, “CHEAP SHOT!!”
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Giles followed the address given in the newspaper for the Hilton Hotel. The one there that had found itself in the midst of a murderer.
Mysterious killer has killed 7 of the people living in the hotel, all of them young women who were blonde or redheaded. They had vampire like wounds. The police didn’t release that information.
Giles had a goal. To find Cillian, to kill Cillian since that slayer hadn’t. His goal at that moment was to ask some of the staff questions, to see if they knew anything about Cillian. Show him his room, something along those lines.
That maid from before was willing to talk to Giles. “Yeah, I’ve seen some questionable figures,” she answered standing in an empty hall of the hotel.
“Anyone, particular, that struck you as…odd?” questioned Giles, a manila folder in hand.
“Sure, this morning I see a man run out into the hall. Smoke and stuff. Sometime during the night I think he stole the sheets and drapes,” answered the woman.
“What else?”
“I think he was trying to cook bacon in that room,” stated the maid. “He runs out of there and I haven’t seen him since then, this morning.”
Giles opened the folder and grabbed out an old photo of Cillian that was from the year 1930. It was just a portrait of him, front profile. Very serious looking.
“That was him, except his hair was shorter,” answered the woman.
“Thank you, do you know where he went?” asked Giles.
“Well, I don’t know. but he has to be some kind of fool to go out into this weather with a coat on,” said the maid.
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Giles tried to locate Cillian all day. Day. Looked for leads. It was like that vamp completely disappeared.
Till Giles got back to his place. The slayers should have left. Giles stepped through the front door of the house.
It fell off it’s hinges. The entire place was torn apart. Night. Lights broken except for the one on the ceiling swinging back and forth.
Standing in the middle of the room. His arms around one of the slayers…Cillian.
He had his mouth to her throat. His face vamped out. Finishing his meal. He dropped the girl and looked at Giles, “Hello.”
Giles didn’t reply just hoped Emerald and the other one weren’t around. Not dead.
Cillian took a step towards Giles. Spoke: “What a shame. Put this in your diaries, end their tells. Killed by The Great Cillian.”
Giles took off his glasses and pulled out his handkerchief, he cleaned them, “You think rather highly of yourself.”
“No time to be cleaning your spectacles,” hissed Cillian, standing there, slouched. His face turned back. Giles put his glasses back on. Cillian kept talking, “They fought nobly, the two.”
Cillian looked towards the other one splayed over the couch, wasn’t Emerald. Fang marks, blood going down her throat.
“That one there invited me,” he said slyly, “Practically opened up her blouse,” he said inclining about her throat, moving his collar of his black she to show his white throat. He smiled at Giles letting his hand rest at his side. “To me. Tell me Giles, how many slayers is that?”
“6.”
“Your mess up with Ramona, gave me a 2 for 1 special,” smiled Cillian. “However that applies.” Cillian took another step towards him, “And I know, that you’ve got one more.”
Giles didn’t say anything, didn’t act anything. “Doesn’t it hurt a little seeing these girls dead?” Cillian replied, “A little. Hurt a little knowing that you couldn’t train them to even defeat me. A child compared to some vamps.”
“I don’t fear you though,” Giles went for the stake up his sleeve.
Emerald walked into the place through the front door, “Whoa.”
Giles looked to her, then to Cillian. He was gone.
The young slayer looked around the room, “What the hell happened?”
He stood there for a long moment, looking down at the bodies’ of his fallen slayers. “I thought I told you to leave.”
Emerald went to the one in the floor, Tabs, “Oh, god, what happened?”
“You girls didn’t leave!” growled Giles, “And now, you’re dead, all but you. All but you are dead.”
She looked to him quickly, “We weren’t going to just leave you here to find out if you could, kill yourself fast enough!”
“You were supposed to leave!!” roared Giles, “What did you girls not understand?!!”
“We cared, that’s what,” assured the German girl.
“I’m watcher, it’s my job to guide the slayer. You were supposed to go where I guided you!”
“Stop yelling at me,” she proclaimed, “This isn’t my fault.”
“But if you would have left, then this would have never happened. Now you’re in danger.”
“So are you Giles,” answered the girl, “And we’ve got two dead slayers on our hands.”
“Not, ours, you’re going to leave for the airport. Right now,” Giles took out his wallet and pulled out some cash and handed it to her, “Go.”
Emerald didn’t except it, “No. I’m going to be at your side. Defeat that guy.”
“He’s too fast-”
“Too fast for you Giles, not me,” answered Emerald.
“Leave,” stated Giles.
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Giles went against that slayer for minutes after that. Got the girl to agree to leave. Even though that girl was fed up and crying.
Of course He had something more important to tend to. The destruction of Cillian Armos.
He had to look for leads. Day was around, that’d give him time. Unless Cillian took another vehicle and high tailed it out of town.
But would that really be like him. Seeing that he would like to make Giles feel bad.
Giles couldn’t go back to that house. Especially with the slayers dead. He disposed of their bodies just before sunrise.
The job of disposing dead slayers hurt. But it had to be done. He cleaned his glasses and left that canal that he’d put those bodies in. Florida was good for dumping bodies, especially if the canal you dumped them in was mucky.
He started heading to all the demon places. They were meaner then back in California, but they knew they shouldn’t try eating Giles. He was just visiting either way.
The demons didn’t like being asked where one of their own was. Even though in all the time that Cillian had been there he’d made, many, many, enemies. Killing vamps wasn’t a no, no.
“He owes me money,”- “He killed my lady.” - “He stole my dinner.” - “He’s too messy when he eats.” - “I’d like to stake him.”- “He’s hot.” That was from the ladies.
“I’m not sure where he lives man,” assured a demon that Giles was holding against a wall in an empty alley. Day.
“You know where everyone lives,” growled Giles.
The demon put his hands up defensively, “I know some places he likes to go. Some big clubs, that’s all. He’s a fancy kind of guy. You know what I mean.”
Giles let go of him, “Sure.”
The demon ran off, “He’s going to kill you!!”
Giles didn’t care was that demon thought. He sighed to himself. Big clubs, how many big clubs were there in Miami. Enough.
A tracking spell could work.
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Giles followed the spells. Followed the knowledge that he had of Cillian. Out of everything that he knew.
Stole a police scanner, people found dead. Women. For Cillian it was always Women.
The Caucasian female. Blonde hair, red hair. They had to have that and light colored eyes. Thin things, always shorter then him. Shorter by, never more than 5’9”. Never shorter than 5’”. They always had very white skin and would freely let him into their house.
With a map in hand Giles narrowed down the main area that Cillian was at. It was night, he was marking the large paper on a wall. Circling the area he was in with the red marker.
He checked out motels in that area in Southern Miami. Along the coast. There were a lot of clubs, but they weren’t open yet.
Cillian didn’t seem like the type that would just need to sneak into a club so he could get a good sight on the first ladies. He liked one of course that could stay awake. He might not show up till Midnight.
Giles had to take that chance. Kept watch on his clock and picked the place he thought Cillian would most likely be at.
The clubs stayed open for a long time. Cillian wanted to make a show for Giles.
Giles looked at his watch, late, really late. He was tired, but the coffee was sufficient. The people at the club thought that he was one freaky old man.
The loud Rock music played around Giles. Reminded him of the good ole days, reminded him of that good ole music. He watched the crowd sitting at a table drinking his coffee from his Styrofoam cup. Watching the people dance.
He was in a sort of trance, just watching the crowd. Till his eyes honed in on one key person. Cillian watching him through the crowd, through the people and flashing lights. He wore a red long sleeve shirt and jeans.
Cillian cocked his head to the side, smiled at Giles knowing he was watching. Suddenly he was in front of Giles. Giles sat back.
“Pity,” stated Cillian, “You look so sleepy.”
Giles stood up. Cillian smiled at him backing away, “I can fight a fair fight my friend.”
“Really?” asked Giles going towards him.
“Meet you outside,” taunted the handsome vamp.
Giles ran outside not seeing Cillian anymore. Cillian was standing at the door by the time Giles got in there. Cillian started running from Giles.
He got to the end of the alley, “Know why I was late old man?” asked Cillian as Giles ran at him, “Cause I had to get someone off my back.”
Cillian took off. Giles closely behind. They ran down the alley. Giles didn’t loose him. And when he did, Cillian popped right back up.
Giles followed Cillian into a parking garage. But Giles didn’t really follow him. He had lost him for a full hour and had to do a tracking spell.
When he got to parking garage he found something he didn’t want to find. Emerald.
Cillian was fighting her. “EMERALD!!” yelled Giles running onto the scene.
Emerald threw a right at Cillian, he ducked out of the way and punched her in the stomach. He ducked another blow as she came back at him, he went under her arm and wrapped his arm around her back flipping her and tossing her into one of the concrete pillars.
She stone busted up, Cillian went to punch her. He missed her and hit his hand into the concrete. She rolled out of the way as he swiped with the opposite arm, right at her. She had jumped out of the way and his arm slammed into the wall tearing his sleeve.
Cillian’s fist bled, they hurt. Didn’t care. Giles went at him. Cillian punched him down grabbed him by the shirt and threw him in the window of an SUV.
The slayer came back for more. Emerald went to punch him in the head, he grabbed her arm snapped it back behind her back and put her head through a car window. She kicked him the stomach, turned towards him.
In a hiss he hit her across the face with his left hand . She hit the ground, blood. She pushed herself up off the ground Cillian laughing at her.
Giles stood against the car, he was going to go at him. Cillian smiled wider. Emerald went at Cillian.
Cillian quickly kicked her in the stomach, flipped her on top of the car. He quickly grabbed her by the neck as Giles ran at her. He snapped her neck.
Giles slammed Cillian to the ground. Cillian rolled Giles onto the ground, “Funny man, catch me on fire, leave open the curtains. NO, TAKE THE DAMN THINGS!!” Cillian’s face changed.
“What?” questioned Giles.
Cillian rolled over onto his back with his hold on Giles. He threw Giles into the concrete thing. Giles slipped down on the ground, pain in his back from the blow.
He looked at Cillian, who flipped back up onto his feet. Watching Giles, “You’re human, I’ll kill you now.”
“I wouldn’t try to catch you on fire,” said Giles in pain.
Cillian went towards Giles. Giles stood up fully. Cillian ducked a blow from Giles, ducked another, then another, suddenly he upper cut the old man.
Giles was thrown out of the parking garage into the grass just outside the building. He rolled over onto his back. Cillian smiled, his fangs revealed.
Cillian’s next victims coughed, pain going through him. He couldn’t move well. He started getting up. Cillian going towards him threateningly.
“You wouldn’t try to catch me on fire, really?” asked Cillian.
Giles coughed, took in a breath, “No. If I had, you wouldn’t be here.”
“Really?” sneered Cillian, “You know the game. It’s all a game.”
“No.”
“Yes,” he smiled, “I play with all my victims, someway, somehow. Tricked her into thinking I could be followed.”
Giles looked up at the sky, he pulled off his glasses, surprised on the inside that they were still in existence. He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket.
Cillian looked at him odd, his face changing back. He cocked his head to the side. His skin started to tingle a little. There was a burning sensation on his skin. The place around him was lighting up.
He hissed with pain and ran for shadows his skin smoking from the sun of daytime. He slid into a shadow of the parking garage.
“Cheap shot,” growled Cillian.
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Giles went into his motel room that he’d rented. He’d sleep there, catch up with life. Till night when he’d be at the reach of Cillian.
He stepped through the door of the motel room and closed it behind him. He looked over to the desk.
Sitting in the chair was a young blonde. Really young, younger than Cillian young. She had long curly blonde hair, long, going down her back. She had blue eyes and wore a long brown leather skirt with a red tank top, fancy, tie up the front kind of shirt.
“Who are you?” asked Giles looking at her.
This mysterious woman stood up, “I’m Adrian.” She stated her face changed, British woman. It changed back. Vampire. Giles, in pain got back as fast as he could.
She put her hands up defensively, “I won’t hurt you.”
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