Raksha suddenly awoke, fully awake and focused, out of habit. She never knew what she might encounter when she awoke, so she had got in the habit of waking up ready to fight, years ago. It had saved her from unexpected attacks, disgruntled lovers and anything else her gods decided to throw at her.
Raksha almost groaned out loud when she remembered her actions of the previous night. < I cannot believe I slept with Spike. Raksha out of all the guys that you could sleep with, why the hell did you pick him?! Because you love him. Wait -- Where the hell did that come from? I do not. You know what they say about those that protest too much... Ahhhh! It's almost like I've got Isis on one side and Set on the other. Knowing them I probably do. >
Raksha eased out of bed, trying not to wake the sleeping body next to her. She really didn't want to have to deal with Spike, even though it was inevitable. < Not now... >
She gathered her Discman out of the top drawer of a night stand that sat next to the bed and went over a chair and sat down. She put 'Thanks for the Ether' by Rasputina, her currently favorite CD, into her Discman. She looked around her and surveyed the room. It was a typical motel room. Two chairs, a table, a night stand, a chest of drawers, entertainment center with a small T. V. a small closet and a tiny bathroom.
She quickly got tired of listening to a song on the CD she didn't like and changed it to her favorite song on the CD: Transylvanian Concubine...
"If you want to know how
To fly high, then go now
To the place where all the concubines...
Meet and converse with them
Marvel at their pale skin
Wonder how they chew on their pointy..."
< I've seen some vampire harems in my day. The only time you got to fly high is probably during a fight over who got to sleep with the master that night. If you only knew how they got that pale skin, you would, if you're sane, run outta there. >
"Teeth and hair are beauty
They know it's their duty
To be Countess in their hearts and their...
Minds that have to whisper
See in them a sister
Look into their eyes and you'll be in
Transylvanian concubine.
You know what flows there like wine."
< Teeth? I don't think that's a part of a vampire's assents. Countess?! In their minds. That's true. I wonder if I'm Spike's Transylvanian concubine? Not that I would mind being it... Ahhh! There I go again. >
"Sorrow is their master
Crackling with laughter
Now he's having just one piece of...
Cakey is their make - up
Catholics try to shake up
All the things that form their lives, but they're..."
< Catholics always have been the ones that believe in the dark forces... Unfortunately for lots of good people during the inquisitions. >
"Dead, their sighs, their song
They know what they do is wrong.
Stay here with us, it's just time.
Transylvanian Concubine.
Candelbra's lighted
Satan has been sighted
Never has there been an evening like...
This is what they wanted
Always to feel hunted
You can never be too rich or too...
Thin. The blood has run out.
Fangs ruin any cute pout
Morning has come now they've flown
What have you learned from what's been shown?"
< That I'm in a bad mood. I've just sat here and criticized my favorite song. Too bad it's light out. I feel the need to beat the crap outta a vampire. > Raksha looked over at the sleeping one in her bed. < Maybe... No just one that looks like him. That would help. I doubt it. I'd probably would want to kiss it than kill it. >
Raksha sighed, disgusted with herself. She put her Discman aside. She retrieved her bag that had her bathing supplies and went into the bathroom, planning to take a long shower.
< You can never be too rich or too thin. I wonder if that's Buffy's friend... Cordy's motto. >
* * *
Raksha emerged from the bathroom, clad in a terry cloth robe. She went over to the closet and looked for an outfit to wear. She finally pulled out a maroon button down and a pair of black velvet pants.
She quickly pulled on her outfit. Then she grabbed her hair brush and preceded to brush her hair. After she was through, she went back to the closet and pulled out a pair of boots, which she put on.
She had decided to go take a look at some of Giles' old books of arcane knowledge, to get her mind off her problems. Besides that she had to tell him about the situation with Spike. < I'd better leave a note for Spike. I don't want him to worry. Not that he probably would anyway, since he had just slept with me to get me to agree to help him. But just in case. And to remind him to meet me at the library tonight. >
She went over to the night stand and riffled through it, looking for something to write with. She finally pulled out a pen and a note pad. She quickly scribbled a note and was just about to put the note on the bed beside Spike, when she was interrupted.
"Luv?" Spike had woke up and was looking at her.
"Yes?" Raksha responded. < Damn! I almost made it without having to talk to him. >
"Where are you goin'?" Spike asked, bemused. His voice was still roughened with sleep.
"I'm going to go see the Slayer and her Watcher. I'll be back later. Remember to meet me at the school library after sunset," Raksha answered. She started to leave but Spike grabbed her and pulled her down on the bed. Then he rolled on top of her.
"You really shouldn't leave without givin' me a g' mornin' kiss, pet."
He didn't give her a chance to refuse. He kissed her hard, dominating her. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and challenged her's to a duel, which she willingly accepted. It was a good thing that neither of them needed to breath because this went on for sometime. Finally Raksha broke the kiss.
"Let me up Spike. I have to go see Buffy," Raksha told him.
"What if I won't?" he asked, teasingly. He wanted her to spend the day in bed with him.
"Then it won't be Dru ripping off your favorite appendage, it will be me," Raksha threatened.
"You know you won't. You like it too much," Spike mocked.
Raksha decided to play his game against him. "I can always replace it with someone else's, so you shouldn't push it."
"But you see that's what I so very much want to do; push it," Spike said, wagging a suggestive eyebrow at her.
"Not now," Raksha sighed. "Those of us who can stand sunlight have better thing to do. I have to go."
She pushed him off of her and gave him a quick kiss. Then sat up.
"I'll see you later. Remember. Meet me at the library after sundown. Okay?"
"'K, pet. I'll see you there. I'll just have to sit here and pine away for you in the mean time," Spike said with theatric saddness.
Raksha laughed. She grabbed one of the pillows on the bed and threw it at him. He, of course, caught it. "I'm sure you'll find something better to do than that." She started to leave. "I'll see you later."
"Bye, pet."
"Bye, Spike. Remember."
"I'll be there."
"See you then."
And with that she left Spike to pine away the rest of the day.
Spike sighed to the empty room. He looked over at the clock. "Two - thirty. Great only five hours left."
He picked up the channel changer. "I wonder if Jerry Springer's on."
* * *
Buffy, Willow and Xander filed into the library during their free period. They sat down at their usual table. The room quickly filled with voices. Or rather filled with complaints about the thing that they hated the most... well, that Xander and Buffy, hated the most: school.
"English sucks," Xander complained. "Like I'm really going to read a book and say 'Oh look. That sentence should not begin with so'."
"But math is the worst. I'll never use it!" Buffy said, joining Xander's complaining. "Can you see me going to stake a vamp thinkin' that two complementary angles equal ninety degrees? No. Why do we even have to take it?"
"To combat communism?" Raksha asked, from the doorway. She walked over to the table and flopped down in one of the vacant chairs. She started inspecting her nails, trying to postpone the inevitable.
"So how did it go with Spike last night?" Buffy asked.
Raksha looked up and found that three curious faces were staring, awaiting an answer. Raksha sighed. "Where's Giles? He needs to know too."
As if on cue, Giles walked into the library carrying a box.
"What's in the box G - Man?" Xander asked.
"Just a couple of books that a friend of mine thought I might like," Giles answered.
Buffy ignored Giles' presence, as usual. "So... Are you going to tell us already or do I have to beat it out of you?" Buffy asked, rather impatiently.
"Tell us what?" Giles asked, bemused.
"Spike came into the Bronze last night and wanted to talk to Raksha. She left with him ---," Willow explained.
"And she's avoiding telling us what happened," Xander added, being not - so - oblivious for once.
"I am not!" Raksha defended herself. "I just didn't want to have to repeat it."
"So spill!" Buffy demanded.
"Spike wants me to help him get rid of Angelus -- and *Drusilla*. I haven't agreed to anything yet, but he's supposed to meet me here after sundown," Raksha finally told them.
"Great. He comes here tonight and we stake him. One down, two to go," Xander stated.
"There will be no staking Spike," Raksha growled. "Don't even think about it." Raksha glared at everyone in the room to see that her point was made.
"You've got it bad," Willow observed.
"NO I DO NOT!!" Raksha denied.
"Whatever," Buffy said, not believing Raksha's protests.
"So, you want us to be here tonight?" Giles asked, trying to get back on track.
"Yes. I guess. He said he would agree to my terms. I want him to stay away from you guys. Plus if I miss anything you'll be here to catch it," Raksha answered.
"Fine. We'll be here," Buffy answered. "Besides we're in this together. And it's better than spending the night patrolling in the cemetery."
"Which you'll do after we get through here," Giles told her.
"I just had to open my big mouth," Buffy complained. Everyone in the room laughed except Giles.
Giles sighed. He retreated to his office and busied himself looking at his new books, leaving Raksha and the teenagers to themselves.
"So Spike's supposed to agree to your terms before you make a deal?" Willow asked Raksha, trying to keep the conversation going.
"Yeah," Raksha answered. "I'm thinking Godiva chocolate and a day - or night rather - of being my slave."
Buffy laughed. "Why not ask for a year?"
"I don't think I could up with his *male stupidity* for that long," Raksha quipped.
At the mention of stupidity Xander perked up. "Male stupidity? What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded.
"You tell me. You seem to be an expert," Raksha said.
"Hey!" Xander exclaimed.
Raksha laughed. "I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. You have to have some intelligence to come up with those jokes." < Not much, but some. >
"Apology excepted," Xander said. "So, ladies, after we come here tonight are we Bronzing?"
Before they could respond, the bell rang. The three teenagers gathered their things and got ready to leave.
"We gotta go. See you tonight," Buffy told Raksha.
"See ya," Raksha said.
The teenagers filed out of the library. As they left, Xander resumed his complaining. "Why is our free always so short and all the other periods so long?"
Raksha watched them until they were out of the library. < I guess I'll do what I told Spike I was going to do. Read. Ugh. I wonder if Giles has any errands that need to be done. >
Raksha got up and walked over to Giles' office. She found him absorbed in one of his new books and muttering to himself. < If you can call it new. That thing looks older than me! >
"What language is this?" Giles asked himself. Or at least he thought he did. "Some Celtic dialect? No, I don't think so..."
"Excuse me. May I look at it?" Raksha asked.
Giles jumped almost a foot.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," Raksha apologized. She looked at his book. "Problems?"
"Uh... Yes. I'm not certain what language this is. I don't have a clue," Giles answered.
"Could I look at it? I've learned almost every written language there has been, from Cuneiform and Hieroglyphics to English and French," Raksha stated.
"Really. I didn't think that they taught women how to write and such in those times," Giles said. Despite what he said he handed her the book.
Raksha laughed. "They didn't. But I've had my ways of getting people to teach me." She opened up the book. "Ahhh. This book is even older than I thought."
"You can read it then?" Giles asked.
"Yes. It's a form of one of the early African languages," Raksha answered. "What I can't figure out is why it is in a book and not on scrolls. It's rather odd."
"Maybe someone copied the original scrolls into a book," Giles suggested.
"Most likely," Raksha agreed. "I'd be happy to translate it for you, if you want me to."
"Shouldn't you be resting for tonight?" Giles asked.
"I've slept. It's not that I need to, anyway. And I really don't have anything to do today, so I'd be happy to," Raksha answered. < At least now I'll have a legitimate reason for not staying home with Spike. >
"Perhaps you should tell me what it is first; before you go to all the trouble of translating it," Giles suggested.
"It looks to me to be a book of magic. A spell book, of sorts. Black magic," Raksha stated.
"Interesting. Are you sure you want to do it?"
"I wouldn't offer if I didn't."
* * *
An hour later Raksha was hard at work and working at an incredible speed. She first read a section or spell and then went back and translated it. She had almost translated a quarter of the book to English.
She started to read the next spell. < What's this? Wait! Oh sweet Goddess! I can't believe it! > Raksha hurriedly copied the spell, so she could show Giles.
"Giles!!!" Raksha exclaimed, when she was finished. "Come here!"
Giles emerged from his office. "What is it?"
Raksha handed him the copy of the spell. "Read this."
Giles took the copy from her. His eyes widened as he read the spell. He looked at Raksha. "Will this work on a vampire?"
"Yes, with a few alterations, it should," Raksha answered, excited.
"You're the only one who has the spell casting skills. Are you going to do it?" Giles asked.
"Yes," Raksha laughed. "I'm going to restore Angel's soul."
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