Chapter 14: The Worst Thing
Fisher was collecting some of his weapons. Putting the axes and knives away in his trunk in the living room of his apartment. Victoria sat on his couch, she had snuck out of the hospital, she was healing well.
She stood up, “I will give my life if I must to kill this Cillian, so that he dies.” Of course it was kind of hard to understand her when she spoke, she had no tongue. Poor child.
“You’re not dying,” corrected Fisher closing the trunk. It hit him how that statement was odd, then he shook his head. “As you’ve said, he’s only one vampire.”
Victoria sat down like a lump because standing kind of weakened her. There was a knock at the door. Fisher looked towards it. So did Victoria.
There was another knock. The knock of a person doesn’t always show their personality, doesn’t prove whether they’re good or evil. Just a knock, something that anyone could probably copy.
Fisher slowly went towards the door. Even if it was day, he had to be precautious. Had to make sure that it wasn’t Cillian, never let him be invited in.
He went to the door and looked through the hole. He saw his visitor and pulled open the door, “Rupert.”
Giles stood there, “Hello again Leo.”
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Suddenly Ramona slammed down the stake towards Cillian’s heart. What happened next was rare, was something most vampires never got to ‘feel.’ Catching her hand he moved it just enough to pass his heart as she stabbed him in the chest.
Cillian groaned with pain. Wincing. Ramona was shocked, she didn’t expect that. She looked at him, her lips trembling as she saw him. She held that piece of wood as she looked down at him. The moment lasting forever.
She had thought it was going to only be a second, he’d just turn to dust. The end of him. Like just killing something, not torturing it, just letting the animal be put out of his misery. Cillian looked Ramona in the eyes.
Ramona backed off of him pulling out the piece of wood. She stood up quickly throwing down the piece of wood. As far as the terrified Mark was concerned he just thought she stabbed a man, with a disfigured face at times.
“MARK!!” screamed Ramona going towards him, looking from him to Cillian, “GET IN THE CAR!!!”
Mark stood there, he didn’t know really what to do, whatever it was he wanted to just help his sister, protect her. Be the big brother. She demanded something of him he felt he couldn’t do.
“GET IN THE DAMN CAR!!” she demanded again, “NOW, NOW, NOW!!!”
He did as his sister had ordered. She ran to the SUV as Cillian lay in the middle of the road holding his wound rolling over to his side facing the vehicle. He winced and groaned in pain, blood going out of his chest, not a great falls of it.
Ramona started the SUV. Mark slammed the door shut. She backed the car up and U turned in someone’s yard, at least on the sidewalk and she drove off quickly.
Cillian pushed himself up on the road holding the wound with one hand. He stood up blood going down his clothes. He kicked the makeshift stake and started limping towards the sidewalk. The blood cold on his hands he went to an old oak in someone’s yard and stood there against it for a long moment.
Cillian suddenly passed out in the bushes.
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“What the hell is going on?” questioned Mark, the car driving down the road quickly. Ramona didn’t reply, he felt like with her driving at that moment he should be holding on for dear life, “RAMONA, what the hell happened there?!!”
“My enemy,” she stated taking a turn quickly.
“His face-”
“He’s a demon okay,” she looked to him quickly, “So I’m not half as crazy as you thought.”
She turned back to the road. Mark held on to the door, took a deep breath in, “He was demon?!”
“YES,” Ramona stated like she was sick of the subject.
“Where are you taking us?” questioned Mark alert of her fast turns.
“Home.”
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Fisher knew he could leave Victoria alone at his place. Even though he did worry for her. She was tired, the first aid kit was essential, but he was sick of her telling him she’d be fine.
Giles wanted to talk with Fisher. Giles, a man he hadn’t seen in years, and years. For some reason the conversation was desired to be told, in a quiet place.
They went to a pub. The two sat down at a table far off from anyone with good hearing. They ordered their drinks and sat there.
The first few minutes were ultimately quiet. Very quiet. “What brings you back, Ripper?” he took a drink of his beverage.
Giles smirked, after a moment spoke, “Cillian.”
Fisher put down his drink, “I see you’ve met him.”
“Quite so,” sighed Giles.
The massacre that had occurred in his own ‘home’ flashed through his mind. Cillian asking how many slayers that was. Cillian stating that it was a 2 for 1 special. Went through his mind, “Funny man, catch me on fire, leave open the curtains. NO, TAKE THE DAMN THINGS!!”
“He killed 3 of my slayers,” sighed Giles.
“Heaven sakes, not Buffy?” Fisher seemed concerned. Giles shook his head no. “Cillian has been troubling this side of town for quite some time. This side of the world.”
Giles took a drink of his own drink, put it down, “I heard about Victoria.”
“Quite sad, but the girl is still ready for battle,” sighed Fisher.
“They’re never ‘ready’ for battle,” corrected Giles.
“Not what I meant though,” Fisher thought about his words, “She’s willing and able.”
“The Council was blown to smithereens, ever since, this all has been a battle my friend,” sighed Giles. “Preparation for mayhem and death.”
Fisher held his glass, looking at it, “It’s all bleeding unfortunate.”
“And this chapter to the story, it’s my fault. All of this, I thought more of Ramona,” said Giles plainly.
Giles only got a confused look from Fisher, “What do you mean?”
“When Cillian escaped the United States Military, I called him. I told him where Ramona was, I started all of this. Clearly I hate myself for it, and I’m right so to hate myself,” explained Giles.
He just got a reply of a long look. Long moment’s pause sort of, Fisher spoke: “Something would have happened. Cillian is a being of attention, he would have gotten Ramona to come to him.”
“And now, I fear the worst for her,” said Giles.
“I don’t feel she’s dead,” Fisher stated bluntly.
“No, worse,” corrected Giles.
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Cillian slammed the door of his apartment shut. He was living amongst humans, in a fancy hotel in New York. It wasn’t that far from, everything. He locked the door with his free hand slowly.
His other hand had been holding pressure to the wound on his chest. Hand covered in blood. It stung him to make any movement.
Of all things he could feel the loss of blood, and he hated it. He ached for some poor girl that would fight him, you know, slam her fists on his chest. Get that adrenaline like feeling going, make her blood boil when he bit her throat.
Thinking about the hunger gave him cold chills as he sat down in the living room of his apartment. He laid his head back against the leather of the seat.
“Hard night Honey?” questioned that familiar woman, that familiar Beat- Bianca.
“Nope,” sighed Cillian, it hurt to talk.
She walked towards him from the darkness of the room turning one of the lamps on. Cillian winced from the light like a man with a hangover. “That’s quite the wound.”
Cillian looked at it, laughed a little under his breath, “Went into the bone…”
“It’s going to scar,” answered Bianca.
He looked towards his sister, “I tell you, that slayer, she’s very confusing. One moment she doesn’t want to hurt me, shows me the puppy dog love. Next- She’s the sheriff with a warrant tied to her neck, like the collar.” He sighed deeply.
“That’s how they work. Can’t have the good life, they have to have the painful one,” smirked Bianca, “You know that.”
Cillian slowly pushed himself up out of the seat letting the coat he wore drop off of him. His clothes covered with blood down the front. Bianca kept speaking:
“I’m worried about you little brother. I think you’ve lost your game,” she watched him poor himself a cup of vodka while at his bar, poured it with one hand.
“Never say that,” he growled.
“It’s true-”
He threw the glass at her. The glass hit the wall and broke. She about screamed, “NEVER, never, say that. I kill vamps for saying that. Heated battles are started with such rot!!”
Bianca took a elongated breath then spoke: “I was just being-”
“Idiotic,” he hissed bluntly then grabbed another glass out of the cabinet below in the bar and poured some more one handed.
“Brother, you shouldn’t have, such a temper. It’s not good for the wound.”
He looked at her with the glass in her hand and said, “Not like I’m going to die from it.”
“I can undo my spells just as well as I can do them, take it all away from you,” she was really standing up to him.
He smirked, scared on the inside cause he loved his life. On the outside, just a smirk, “Would you do that to family?”
“I’ve been a vengeance demon for many years. I’ve grown as a person. I’ve gained the courage to do things that would-”
“Don’t tell me,” he cocked his head to the side, “Scare me.”
“Yes,” smiled Bianca, “You were, a human and still capable of killing, family.”
Cillian laughed a hardy laugh as he took a drink of his vodka. She didn’t know what he was thinking. Looked at him aggressively, “You make the demons of the underworld angry, especially the ones that can see a head.”
He put down his glass, “Do I?”
“Yes. And the ones that can see your future, the entire thing. They grow happy,” said Bianca.
Would this information help Cillian prevail in life or was it meant to be some kind of upset? “Take all the swings you want sis, cause to me, you’re just another Lassie that doesn’t know me. Thanks anyway.”
Bianca put her hands on her hips. She looked like she was angry, but at the same time like she was going to sigh. Suddenly with a quick movement and an overdramatic snapping of her fingers she shimmered from the room.
Cillian took another drink of his drink held the glass. He looked at it, it was half full.
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~ Day
Ramona sat across the kitchen table from Mark. They looked at each other. Mark had watched the unthinkable, “What’s going to happen to him?”
“He’s going to heal,” sighed Ramona.
“So he’s not human?”
“Demon. Vampire,” she corrected.
“You’re shitting me?”
“No,” said Ramona like she didn’t want to hear that statement.
Mark looked down, after a moment answered, “That explains why he got back up so many times. Getting hit by a car-”
“Yeah, well, it’s all really, truly unnatural.”
He looked up at her, “You save the world?” He looked at her like she was crazy, “How the hell am I supposed to believe that. You’re a hero, a big, short, hero?”
“I have saved lives, but it’s not a big deal.”
“It is-” he started, she interrupted him.
“It’s not, there’s like- thousands of me, thousands. People, girls all like me. Fighting evil,” she corrected.
“Slayers,” sighed Mark. He got the idea, “So Dracula is real?”
“I don’t know, I guess,” said Ramona folding her hands on the table, “There’s other demons out there-”
“Like Frankenstein, Dr. Jekl and Mr.-”
“Now I don’t think those are real,” corrected Ramona, “And they were just part of experiments, icky experiments. I mean, there are some demons that do wear people’s skin-”
“All over,” Mark sighed, “The world. Sad. No place to hide really.”
“You’ve lived years without knowing, just live like it doesn’t all exist.”
He looked at her like she was crazy, “You’re life is on the line. You can’t escape them.”
Ramona shook her head looking down, then she looked up, “It’s my job. No one can escape vamps. I can’t escape Cillian. Vamps, slaying, no slayer can escape them-”
There was a knock at the front door. Ramona looked over to it. The door bell was rung. Ramona stood up and went into the dining room and into the entrance of the house. The door bell was rung again.
Ramona unlocked the door. Mark had followed her, she opened the door, “Hello?”
It was the police, “Ramona Locke.”
“Yeah?” she questioned looking up at the large police man.
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Victoria walked down the hall of Fisher’s apartment building. She was keeping to herself and quick of walk. The hospital probably put something on T.V. about her disappearance, she had left in such bad condition. Thankfully she can heal fast.
She knew she was almost there. Fisher’s door was just down the hall. Fisher had previously given her the key that she now pulled out of her pocket putting the groceries she had in her other arm.
The door was opened for her. She put the keys in her pocket, “Fisher-” she stopped herself.
Cillian stood inside the door with his suede coat in his arm. Victoria backed up her eyes wide. All 6’3” of him stood there, his boots, black suit pants, green button up shirt. She dropped the bag of groceries intentionally.
He tossed his coat on the leather couch inside. He looked back to her quickly. She gave him her right fist, he quickly blocked it. Then quickly blocked her left. Cillian head butted her and punched her with his right.
She fell hard against the wall of the hall behind her. Victoria slid to the ground pushing herself up.
“Fists, the punches. Isn’t that a rude welcome?” growled Cillian, his thrill level rising.
Suddenly instead of standing up she swung her leg under both of his. Cillian tripped backwards catching himself on the doorway. Quickly he jumped up.
Cillian slammed his feet up. His boots just missed her head. His feet slammed up against the ceiling dust from the plaster falling.
Quickly his legs fell, he kicked her in the head. Victoria went through the wall and into an empty apartment across the way. She slid across the floor.
Victoria couldn’t wait any of that single moment to recuperate. She rolled onto her stomach moaning in pain.
Cillian spread his arms out, “Now how do like my rude welcome!!?” he laughed.
She felt the blood in her mouth come out as she pushed herself up off the floor. Weakly she stood, looking at him. He just smiled, and smiled, stood there tauntingly.
“Got to think about it sometimes,” Cillian walked forward, “Gotta think. ‘Is today the day I die?’”
She quickly grabbed a shard of wood from one of the wall’s beams that had broken. She went towards him running almost, to slam it to his chest.
He suddenly grabbed her wrist, snapped in a motion that made her throw the stake. She moaned in pain as he held her up by the broken join, she wanted to crumble. “Happened once. Hate to burst your bloody bubble,” he bent her wrist some more, “-not again.”
Victoria back kicked him in the groin then quickly elbowed him in the face. She stepped away looked around the room quickly for something to help her fight.
Cillian just shook off the blow, looking at her like a wild animal. He stood up straight, looking her down, dead in the eyes. He could be happy. He smelled it, the fear he struck in her. She knew he’d know that loud throbbing in her head, against her skull.
She’d fight him to the death. Victoria went forward to punch him. He ducked the blow but that wasn’t what she was doing and he got kicked in the stomach.
He swiped her across the face. She came back and went to upper cut him. The wrist was broken on that arm. He grabbed it and slammed it into a wall. She went with the other fist and he caught it then grabbed her by the wrist and slammed her against the wall.
Before he could slam her down completely she slammed her legs against he wall throwing them back. They went hard through the wall into the bathroom. He hit ground first, not ground, his back hit the bar of the bathroom sink and his head slammed down against the mirror smashing the glass.
Cillian winced in pain. She pushed off from him and fell in the floor. He quickly, in pain kicked her in the stomach making her fly across the room. Victoria spit blood from the blow, she got up as quick as she could grabbing a shard of wood from the floor.
He came at her quickly and she swung the piece of wood at his head. He ducked the blow and kicked her arm and she dropped it. Cillian hit her in the face.
She fell back against the floor, she saw the light of day shining through. The Fight to the death idea scared her more than it had. She saw that light and thought that she just had to get into it. Get out of arms reach.
Victoria rolled onto her stomach and started crawling towards the light. He came closer, just walked towards her. She felt him behind her, but she wasn’t going to look back, she’d jump out the window if she had to, she had to get into that light.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back. Victoria screamed from being so close to that light. The sweat in her eyes blurring that light.
She couldn’t stop him from pulling her back. She slid on the floor from his strength. Tears went down her face. “Going to cry it all away?” he taunted holding her down by the waist.
He vamped out. “Can’t go, can’t just leave,” hissed Cillian. Victoria was sobbing. Cillian put his hand up her right inner thigh, her skirt moving with his hand and he bit hard into her skin. Bit hard so she’d scream.
Victoria threw her head back sobbing harder. He wanted her to scream. Cillian drank her hard her slayer blood like liquid fire making his energy and thrill rise. Waited for that heart to stop, drinking away the heart beat.
The heart stopped. Cillian’s face changed back and he pulled up, blood down his chin, on his teeth. He licked his mouth. She didn’t scream.
He stood up looking down at her, dead, very dead. Cillian stood proud. He went towards the hall for his coat. He went across towards the room.
Suddenly he turned and caught the arrow from a crossbow that came from down the hall. He looked at the shooter like he’d just done a very stupid thing.
Giles stood there, “You,” laughed Cillian, “Took you so long to follow me.”
Giles was reloading for another shot. Cillian started walking towards him, “Want to fight?” laughed Cillian. Giles was going to shoot at him. Cillian flipped forward then jumped over Giles and backed kicked him. Giles dropped the crossbow and went down.
He rolled back onto his feet quickly, Cillian turned towards him, “Just killed me a slayer so, me too.”
Giles threw a punch at him. Cillian blocked the blow and tossed Giles at Fisher’s front door. Giles hit the door way. He fell back. Cillian went towards him. Giles got up, he had to get another weapon.
Cillian went in and Giles had a stake. He hit the stake from his hand. Hit Giles across the face, with the other hand he grabbed him by the hair and hit his head on the couch then threw him right back at the door. Cillian grabbed him by his coat and tossed him into the room.
Giles landed next to Victoria. Cillian walked in there and grabbed him by the coat. He went up to one of the windows walking into the light. He started smoking, smelling a little bit like bacon.
Cillian put him against the window and put his right hand on his face. “Keep bothering me, Rupes, I’ll burn you alive.”
The sun made Cillian’s hands hot. Giles was trying to get him off, the hands burnt his face as he was held there. Cillian’s hand caught on fire and he pulled away from Giles. Giles had a large red mark on his face.
Giles fell down on the floor, coughing from the smoke. Cillian was gone. Giles pushed himself up, his face stinging, throbbing. He looked down at Victoria.
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“Fisher I need you help,” said Ramona when she got to Fisher’s door at his apartment, it was open.
Fisher sat on his couch his head in his hand. A look of stress. Giles sat against the bar behind him. Fisher looked at her, “Well I can’t help you.”
“You don’t know what my problem is,” said Ramona walking in, “Wait…” she looked around, “Where’s Victoria.”
Her watcher stood up, “Victoria is dead. He got her.”
Ramona was quiet, Giles was looking at her. “I’m Rupert Giles, an old friend of Fisher’s.”
She looked to the ground. They were quiet for along moment. Someone had died, like a moment of silence. Fisher grabbed Cillian’s coat off of the couch, “Burn this,” he threw it at Ramona.
Ramona looked down at it, holding it. She looked back to Fisher. Giles stepped over to her, “What’s the problem?”
She didn’t know him and didn’t want to really tell him, “The police are, around.” She then sighed, “They think I have a connection to the sudden death of that man that had been stalking me.”
Fisher sat down on the couch, didn’t reply. Giles spoke, “How did he die?”
“He tried to kill me, and I got a hold of his gun, moved it a certain way. Things just kind of happened,” she bit her bottom lip, “He got shot.”
Ramona didn’t want to remember that night, didn’t want to remember that. “You killed him?” questioned Fisher, “You killed a human being?”
“I, I didn’t mean to,” explained Ramona.
“Leo,” stated Giles, like he was calling him down, “These situations are possible.”
“The Council is going to hear about this,” stated Fisher going to his bar and pouring himself a glass of scotch. “Then they’re going to send in some people in most incidences such as this, they do that. Send in people, come get you. If you don’t go willingly, kill you, or drug you. Then try to reform you. Or that whole burying you thingy after death.”
“I don’t want to be taken to London,” answered Ramona, she looked to Giles, “They’re trying to connect that and me to my father’s death.”
“Who killed your father?” questioned Giles, Ramona just looked at him. He took off his glasses, “Don’t mean to be so blunt-”
“Cillian,” swallowed Ramona.
“Ah, yes, the cause of all our problems,” stated Fisher.
They looked at Fisher as he took a drink of his scotch, “I didn’t kill my father. And that man was an accident. Why would the blame me?”
“I think the council can help us,” replied Giles.
“The Council has been destroyed Rupert,” growled Fisher, “We can’t do anything.”
“Not completely destroyed. The contacts still exist, and so does many of the watchers,” sighed Giles.
“What’s your problem with me?” questioned Ramona holding tight to the coat.
Fisher looked at her like he would have never wanted to be asked that. Like that was a crazy thought. They were quiet.
Giles felt out of place, he spoke, “Tell me everything and I’ll see about the council.”
Ramona looked down at the coat in her arms.
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~ Night
Cillian looked into a mirror in Ramona’s bathroom. She wasn’t around. He was looking at his face. He had a burn on the right side of his face, right hand. He had taken his shirt off because it had been eaten through by the sun, the sun to find his skin.
He’d heal, still was the handsome guy he always. Be back to complete normal in no time. He heard the door into the room open.
Ramona walked into the room with the coat in her arms. She looked down at it, then sat it down on her bed and took her coat off. She turned around.
Her heart jumped up into her throat. Cillian stood before her. She was quiet, the whole room was quiet for a long moment. Cillian then blinked.
“What happened to you?” she questioned seeing his face.
“Held a man out of a window in the daytime,” explained Cillian.
Ramona grabbed for his burnt hand, got a hold of him by the wrist. “Held Giles out the window. He has a hand print.”
Cillian bit the inside of his mouth lightly, “Sure. You’ve got that, nail on the head,” he said slowly.
Ramona slapped him, Cillian backed up. Like she had poured holy water on him, “What the-”
“You killed her,” said Ramona, “You killed Victoria.”
His face changed, he looked sincere some how, “That’s what I do.”
She sighed, knew all that. Knew that’s what he was. Didn’t expect any different, she sat down on her bed, sighed. Cillian stepped towards her, “You have no right to touch me-”
“What are you here for, you’re shirtless, I know you’ve been here awhile. What is it?” questioned Ramona.
Cillian looked over to that coat on the bed, “Came for that.”
“Take it,” said Ramona looking down at the ground troubled. She didn’t ask why he would automatically come there for it.
Cillian went over to her, he was going to grab the jacket. He stopped himself, “I’m not blind.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” questioned Ramona.
He sat down beside her, “Poor teenage girl. You’re like them all.”
She looked up at him, didn’t know what he was talking about. Or at least she didn’t act like she knew. “You’ve been swayed,” he stated, looked into her eyes, “I’ve corrupted you.”
Ramona just looked at him. She couldn’t deny it, or could she, “How?”
“Well you certainly haven’t corrupted me.”
“How have you corrupted me?” she questioned, she really wanted a reason.
“How?” he shrugged his shoulders, “I could think, say it was my good looks but then that’d just be egotistic wouldn’t it?”
Ramona looked forward, didn’t want to look at him, “What do you want from me. Why not try and kill me already.”
“You don’t want me dead,” said Cillian.
“You’re a killer,” she stood up.
“That’s who I am, and that’s what I enjoy. But I’m not the one ignoring the facts Lady Red,” he said looking up at her.
Ramona just looked down at him. She had no where to go with this conversation. He’s not blind.
She stepped towards him slowly. He waited for her to say something. Nothing about her for that moment made him want to be evil, he didn’t feel evil, just that vampiric coldness that he always felt. Nothing evil going through his mind.
Slowly she put her hand on the cheek that had never seen the light of day today. Ramona leaned down and kissed him on the lips lightly. They held for a long moment, slowly he moved his hands up to her waist. He pulled her down to him.
Cillian held her in his lap. She kissed him again. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her, up her back.
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~ Previously
“When Cillian escaped the United States Military, I called him. I told him where Ramona was, I started all of this. Clearly I hate myself for it, and I’m right so to hate myself,” explained Giles.
He just got a reply of a long look. Long moment’s pause sort of, Fisher spoke: “Something would have happened. Cillian is a being of attention, he would have gotten Ramona to come to him.”
“And now, I fear the worst for her,” said Giles.
“I don’t feel she’s dead,” Fisher stated bluntly.
“No, worse,” corrected Giles.
“What?” questioned Fisher sitting up straight, “What would be worse?”
“Worse: Cillian, and her. He swayed her to him,” replied Giles in a sigh, “She hasn’t killed him because, she’s grown a trust in him.”
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She slowly pulled away from his lips. “I’m leavin’,” said Cillian softly.
“No,” replied Ramona softly, holding his shoulders.
She dipped back in kissing him again. Cillian grabbed her hair, not in a forceful way, not hurting her feeling her hair. Ramona pushed him down against the bed and he rolled her onto her back and kissed her deeply. He put his hands on her thighs kissing her harder.
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~ Previously
Fisher sat there for a moment, “No. She wouldn’t do that.”
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