Time Travel pt. 3
Author: Ivy Gort
Part 3/?
Rating: PG B/F
Spoilers: Enemies
Note: Faith loves Buffy. The entire story is contrived and most likely won’t
work, but it’s what I want to do. In no way am I trying to be historically
correct. Everything is totally made up. WAY MADE UP! If I insult anyone I
am very, very sorry and I wasn’t trying too.
Title: Time-travel for right now. But I will take other suggestions.
Feedback: Please!!! Oh, please, because I am a beginner and need help and
encouragement.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy/Faith or the Mayor. Joss owns the world,
though Fox thinks it does!
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Part 3
The Mayor or as he preferred Richard, stalked the hilltop. He had carefully
kept this one section of Sunnydale exactly the same for the past hundred
years waiting for this night. Tonight his destiny would come full
circle—tonight he would send the two keys to his immortality back to his
beginning. He did yet another round of the ritual space making sure every
rune, every symbol was perfect in the exact place it should be; he was a
sorcerer—not a Witch—he didn’t work with the natural flow of the earth’s
energies; he worked against them. Thus, he needed an energy source for his
power and his energy of choice was taken from a property tortured and
terrorized person. He laughed; Vampires or other demons would work in a
crunch, but the glories of human emotions were the ambrosia that made his
dark magic work. It had taken 17 young high school kids to create enough
energy to override the walls of time to send the two slayers back—the two
slayers whose deaths would give him the power to begin his true journey.
The journey that would lead to his rightful place in the history of the
world; to his accession as the King of the Earth. Or ruler, or God,
whatever he wasn’t choosy.
Herbert one of his trusted vampire henchmen, and my god what kind of name
was Herbert for a vampire, waved at him. Richard acknowledged him and
walked slightly down the hill toward him.
“Any news,” The Mayor asked as he neared the huge vamp. The vampire had
originally been his ranch foreman before he was changed. Richard felt it
necessary back then to build an army of the undead to protect himself from
the Indians. The Shaman of the local tribe knew what he was and had tried
to stop him more than once. All that had changed when the slayers had
arrived—two pet slayers—he laughed again.
Herbert paused; “yes, they are on their way.”
Richard looked at him, “How many did we lose this time?” He asked dreading
the answer. He had to send his best on this mission, losing any of them
would be a blow.
“Three.” Herbert answered him.
“Well, darn.” The mayor turned away, three of his oldest and most trusted.
“Well, thank goodness, or, whatever, that our Slayer problem is about to be
taken care of once and for all.”
As if on clue the lights from the limo broke the darkness as it pulled up
next to the ritual space. Richard watched the last of his original vampires
exit the car and then open the back door for Faith. She slowly crawled out
of the car with the other slayer cradled gently in her arms. The letter he
had sent back with the girls specifically stated just how much of the poison
the blonde slayer would need to become terribly sick but still be able cling
to consciousness. Faith stalked up to the Mayor and Herbert, Richard could
see murder in her eyes.
“What the Hell is this!” She shouted looking down at the shaking Slayer and
then looking directly into Richard’s eyes. The small girl followed Faith’s
gaze and looked at the mayor recognition flashing across her face. Richard
had a hard time keeping his features solemn. All Buffy would remember of
the next few days was Faith’s betrayal, by the time the tiny slayer let
herself trust Faith again it would be too late. Richard was so giddy he
almost laughed.
“Faith you knew the plan. You didn’t want me to overdose her and kill her?”
He pleaded. He nodded to Herbert to take the girl from Faith’s arms.
Herbert had a syringe full of the real drug—once he had Buffy out of Faith’s
sight he was to shoot her up. It would keep her helpless and therefore
insure Faith seeking his younger self ‘s help once she arrived. Or so that
was how Richard remembered it.
Faith backed away from Herbert, her eyes darkening further into a murderous
glaze—her body tensing in what the mayor knew was her battle mode. He
reached out, trying to project the soothing warmth that always seemed to
calm her. Since the girl had had no love, no physical contact growing up
she couldn’t tell the difference between someone manipulating her emotions
through magic and the real thing. Buffy groaned in her arms, apparently she
could tell the difference, could feel the magical energies. Still, the
other slayer wasn’t a threat at the moment, while they were on their own for
the three days it took for the storms created by the gate opening, to clear,
she would be, if he didn’t make sure otherwise.
Herbert took the blonde slayer out of Faith’s unresponsive arms gently and
carried her into the ritual space while Richard continued enthrall the
taller girl. Feeding her the love and peace her spirit so craved. He
noticed Faith’s eyes become cloudy as she basked in the positive glow of his
magic. He was so proud of himself figuring out that pain and fear would
never work with this slayer, only love and warmth. Just because he was a
dark magician didn’t mean he couldn’t use the light. “Control was control,”
he mumbled.
He felt Herbert’s hand on his shoulder indicating the other slayer, the real
slayer, as he thought of her was taken care of—the drug administered.
Still, he turned around to check her aura to be sure that the mystical
compound was having the desired effect. When he was sure he released Faith
from his thrall, reveling in how she stumbled as if she was shoved, nearly
falling. When her eyes cleared she looked at him with such adoration he
felt sick. To be able to use the light was one thing; to feel it pushed
back into his face was another and it repulsed him.
“Alrightly then, “ he turned expecting the slayer to follow him like a puppy
and she did. “You two will go back, you know Edna May is going to be so
happy to have two little girls.” He turned to smile at her. “There will be
a huge storm for a couple of days because of us forcing the fabric of time
apart.” He chuckled, “it reeks havoc with the weather.”
He pointed to a cave hidden by some under growth; “you need to get you, your
supplies and Buffy in there in under about five or so minutes.” Richard
stopped next to Buffy, she was lying on the ground within the circle he was
going to use to send them back. He looked down at her; he used his sight to
check out her aura again and was pleased by what he saw, by tomorrow morning
Faith will think her near death. Faith, of course, will think he messed up
and will be frantic, seeking his help out before the last of the storms end.
And help he will; the little slayer’s system could have recovered from the
poisoning within a week—but he will continue to feed it to her keeping her
under his control for months. Stopping it in time for her to fight and
injure the demon Balthazar. Too bad that in her weakened state she is
killed. A hundred years of planning was paying off, he thought, in a few
days his younger self would know everything.
The mayor paused, then pulled the envelope out of his coat pocket, it was
magical and geared only to his touch and it contained all the information he
would need to begin his destiny. “This will tell everyone at the ranch what
is going on and how they are to treat you.” But if anyone else opened it
and read it then it looked like a simple letter of introduction. He tried
to hand it to Faith but she was still out of it from the earlier spell, so
he put it in her pocket.
He shook her, “are you ready?” he asked. Richard knew there was no stopping
him now…. After all everything had already happened.