| Recent Events I've neglected to speak of |
[13 Dec 2003|11:43pm] |
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Racine has been helping me out with research as of late. I must say I never expected anyone who enjoys to fight to enjoy the bookwork too. We've remained at the hotel whilst everyone else, minus Ben, attended the rooftop celebration. They've all come back quite a bit battered and bruised and with a somewhat hopeless look in their eyes.
According to them this demon is far from your average run-of-the-mill demon. It's quite tough and I fear that we may have to dig a little bit deeper in order to find a solution to the problem of defeating him. I know it is of a Japanese origin and thus I am contacting a few people I have heard would know something on this subject. I feel we may need someone of that descent to tell us what to expect from this demon.
In the meantime, I think I shall watch the proceedings down in the lobby. Faith has found an intruder to our property and is currently trying to find out if he is being truthful in knowing Cordelia and Xander in high school. He's a strange boy. I don't find him a threat though, so I believe Faith could give him slightly less rough treatment than she has been giving him since his arrival.
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| A vision |
[09 Nov 2003|09:49am] |
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The other night everyone went out to party. I really didn’t feel like joining in. After all, what am I to do at a club? I’m certainly not going to dance and my poison is tea. I know, I must sound terribly boring but it’s all a little past my time. I was surprised to see Wesley so eager to join the ranks in the attending.
When they arrived home, it was with a very tired looking Cordelia. I understood what had happened right away and brought her an aspirin to help with the headache she suffers from after her vision. Groo brought her to her bedroom straight away which left me with Faith to question about the ordeal. I trust she was responsible enough to learn the details of Cordelia’s vision.
Although the details are not clear, I have reason to believe that perhaps she saw the future carnage of the demon that could be causing the cold windy weather in Los Angeles. I only wish that she had been able to see it so I could confirm. As of now, we don’t have much to work on.
I’m searching now for any mentions of this rooftop party that the vision occurred at. Once we have the location and the time, we stand a considerably better chance at stopping it.
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| Demon Researching |
[23 Oct 2003|01:32pm] |
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The cold weather here has yet to pass. Everyone seems a bit on the uneasy side about it. Certainly, it is strange for such a drastic change to occur in Los Angeles. Reports from Sunnydale also speak of strange weather. Apparently, they are currently dealing with nonstop torrential downpour and the tides are growing higher, wiping out beach homes. There are also stories of earthquakes. In fact, the other day I thought I felt a slight tremor but was not incredibly certain.
I supposed Los Angles has received the lesser evil. It is much easier to deal with chilly weather than a flood. I recently received a call from Sunnydale; it was Willow. She mentioned that she found the demon that was causing the rain in Sunnydale. A demon named Carademerda. She informed me that this demon has three other counterparts and Los Angeles might find that one of them is nearing town.
Well, that would certainly explain the coldness.
I managed to find a book that referenced Carademerda and with it I found a text that spoke of the three counterparts – Dummedirne, Cabedafoda, and our current nuisance, Dummesbumsen. Dummesbumsen is a demon of the element Air. This demon originates in Japan. On the outside, it looks like a classic samurai fighter and even carries swords, but underneath the clothing it most resembles a mummy. This demon does bring down the cold winds to wherever it decides to wreak havoc at. It must be attracted to the draw of a slayer. That would explain why Sunnydale and LA are both currently experiencing troubles from these demons.
So far, I’ve been at a loss as to how to defeat them but I am sure if I search the books, along with Wesley and Fred, that we may be able to find something of use to us. Perhaps Faith could questions some vampires. She did mention they were “extra cocky” that she would be finding herself an early grave.
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| Tea Time |
[16 Oct 2003|11:30am] |
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The Hyperion is finally cleaned up after that god awful mess Glory left. As much as I hate to admit, Cordelia, although a bit on the psychotic side, was right in forcing us into cleaning up this place. It looks simply fabulous now and I do believe the place actually looks somewhat better than it did before. A little spring cleaning in the autumn never hurt anyone.
This autumn has started out quite chilly! I went outside to get the newspaper this morning and it was absolutely freezing! With every breath I took, I could see it in the air in front of me. It reminded me of England. Those frosty mornings were a trademark upon my youth. Now it seems they have returned for the time being. Perhaps we shall blame el nino? I’ve heard the Californians speak of that before.
As I was sitting down for a nice hot cup of tea, Faith and Connor appeared. Once again, they had been patrolling into the pre-dawn hours. Luckily, this time there were no injuries to be seen on either of them – only a bad case of goosebumps.
“You two look awfully frozen,” I commented as they bounded indoors. Neither were dressed for the unseasonably cold weather.
“Faith said it is Boston-cold,” Connor said as he sat down on the ottoman. The poor boy looked like he was not very used to such weather.
Faith followed behind him and was smart enough to grab a blanket that was draped over the couch. She wrapped it around her bare arms and collapsed onto the couch. “Yea, what’s with this, Suzie Q? Your watcher books say anything about this? This is fuckin’ ridiculous!”
“Perhaps the two of you could join me in some tea?” I offered up. “And no Faith, I haven’t had anything to research as of late. I’ve been kept busy mopping floors instead.”
Faith rolled onto her back. I caught Connor staring at her and had to smile at myself. He was a bit smitten, wasn’t he? Faith just winked at him and turned her attention back to me. “You oughta look into it. This is wicked weird. I got that low down tickle goin’ on. Could mean something’s up… either that, or Angel’s brooding around here somewhere.”
“You never answered my question,” I chastised.
“Alright, I’m down for some tea.” She extended out her leg and gave Connor a little kick. “How ‘bout you boy wonder? Want to pretend we’re proper British ladies and gents?”
“Okay,” Connor replied. “I’ll have it if you are.”
I put down my own mug of tea and proceeded to the kitchen. That was one of the perks to a cold day. Tea just isn’t the same when it’s 90 degrees outside. It felt like home to be able to brew a kettle and not receive strange looks from my ice cream eating companions.
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| Busy as a bee |
[05 Oct 2003|07:05am] |
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Well, everything is going well here. Instead of researching deathly demons I have been reduced to housecleaning. I’m beginning to feel a right rage towards Glory for her celebration she held here in our absence.
Now, I don’t fancy the hotel being a mess but I’m beginning think that this cleaning up Glory’s mess has become redecorate the hotel. Cordelia certainly knows how to guilt people into helping her transform the hotel into whatever it is that she pleases.
Faith and Connor are the only ones who have been able to escape. They’ve been holding up the patrolling duties just fine recently. Connor seems considerably happy with the situation. Well, it’s certainly nice to see that he can trust someone here. He was a bit of a wild card before but now I feel that he is a trustworthy adversary for our side.
I’ve been doing some researching in between my shifts in cleaning duty. I really would like to rid us of Glory once and for all. There must be some way to kill her or to at least banish her to her dimension and close the portal permanently.
Perhaps, there is a spell. I’m not entirely sure. Wesley is also looking for ways to put an end to her. Between the two of us, we should be able to come up with something. In the mean time, we’ll just have to deal with cleaning up LA’s vampire and demon population.
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| Faith and Connor |
[29 Sep 2003|06:28pm] |
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Faith had me very worried. She went out for patrol and usually she is gone for a few hours… but last night she was gone the entire night! I had fallen asleep watching the late shows on the television while I awaited her arrival. I was eager to find out how the vampire population faired in our absence.
When I woke up the sun was rising and there was no sign of Faith. I checked in her bedroom, the training room, and even peeked in on a few other rooms. With Faith, one never knows where she might decide to sleep. Or rather, not sleep. But I wish to not get into that part of her life. I am her Watcher after all.
After my search I was about to wake Angel and ask him to search for her when the door burst open. Connor and Faith strolled in looking very much disheveled but cheerful. Gosh, I don't think I've ever seen that boy smile before. Faith was limping slightly and there was a bruise on her forehead. It looked like she had gotten in quite a fight. Meanwhile, Connor seemed unscathed, though his clothes were dirty as if he had been rolling in an alley.
"My god, Faith, where have you two been all night?" I questions as I rushed over to them. "And are you alright? You're limping."
Faith simply shrugged and answered, "Five by five, Suzie Q. Got in a little throw down with Glory but I survived thanks to the kid's perfect timing."
Connor merely smirked knowingly at Faith and I sensed something else happened. Thought what it was - I was clueless. "And how did Glory fair?"
"Better than me," Faith chuckled, obviously already putting the fight in the back of her mind. "Got a little beat up but you know immortals. You keepsmackin' down on 'em and they keep popping back up… like one of those toys you get 5 year olds. We're gonna need a wicked good plan if we're gonna stop that bitch."
I nodded in agreement. "Yes we do need a plan and I don't think trying to fight her before we have one is a very good idea. You could have been killed."
"Like that's anything new for me," Faith replies nonchalantly.
"Well, do you need anything? An ice pack?"
"Nah, I'm good. Just gonna grab a shower and then down a pizza… or two." She looked at Connor and grinned. "You up for some pizza, kiddo?"
"Is it another one of the normal things you are supposed to show me?"
"Uh huh," she nods. "Let's see if you can handle anchovies."
I shook my head in disgust at the thought. I like cheese only, thank you. It may seem old fashioned but I am English. I bade my farewells to the pair of them, ready for some sleep for I was quite knackered. I would leave them to the sunrise pizza binges. Perhaps later I could eat a fairly normal breakfast with Wesley.
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| Not So Sweet Home |
[17 Sep 2003|09:08am] |
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The camping trip is finally finished. Bigfoot was defeated in a fairly simple battle with only a few small glitches. I'm amazed Dawn's plan worked. Of course, I doubt Buffy was very pleased about becoming the bait in this, but it did all work out for the best now, didn't it?
The ride home was fairly pleasant. I rode with Wesley while everyone else rode back in the van we rented. I saw Faith stake out the very back. I'm going to pretend I don't know what she had planned for the trip home. While I'm not a complete prude, I do think of her as a daughter and don't care to indulge in her sex life, or even think about it for that matter.
When we arrived at the hotel we found the place a complete mess. It seems like parties were thrown in honor of us being away. I knew we should have installed a security system! I wonder if perhaps it was Ian having fun while we were away? Faith seems to think it was Glory. Either way, it makes me wonder what else they could have done to the hotel while we were gone. Magickal or otherwise.
Needless to say, I will be on a careful watch and be searching my room for anything suspicious. At least the bedrooms are relatively unharmed. Most of the mess was in the main lobby and the kitchen. It smells strongly of alcohol. Maybe Faith is right and it was Glory. Vampires would have splattered the place with blood. Alcohol seems more in the style of Glory.
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| BigFoot |
[03 Sep 2003|04:10am] |
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The rumors are true. Bigfoot is not just a myth but an actuality. It seems almost everyone has been catching sightings of this creature. Although, Faith and Buffy remain cynical (which I must admit is strange considering their line of work), the lot of us have decided that BigFoot is the only reasonable explanation.
Dawn and Kennedy have devised a plan to capture this creature. If it works - I will be greatly surprised. It appears to be one of those old gag they used to pull often on the old days of television. I don't mean to belittle the girls. I simply think it's a little bit silly.
But, I suppose that if it does work then we can leave this dreadful place. At first, I quite adored it. I found the nature aspect beautiful. But, I am sorry to save that I am a salve to civilization and do enjoy the modern comforts that tents in the woods simply do not offer. It was a nice escape from the reality we live in but I am beginning to worry about what has become of Los Angeles and Sunnydale without their protectors.
I wouldn't be surprised in the least if we arrived and found the cities in chaos. Although Wesley assures me that LA has not always had a slayer or souled vampire keeping it safe and that I shouldn't worry so much. Well, he is the expert after all. So, I shall take in his words as complete honesty and try to calm my nerves.
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| Bears |
[13 Aug 2003|08:04pm] |
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Well, things have certainly taken a strange twist. It seems we have some sort of woodland creature that has been lurking around the campsite. No one is quite sure what this beast could be. Buffy was attacked but the only words she had to describe it were "big" and "hairy". That hardly narrows down the field of exactly what this creature could be.
Katie has also spoke of hearing growling late at night along with several others. Well, at least now we know it's audible whatever it is. Then, Dawn, Kennedy, and Connor uncovered a clearing deep within the woods where there seemed to be a slaughter. I would say this was just an over zealous ferocious black or brown bear… but since this is still in the vicinity of the Hellmouth, I'm inclined to think otherwise. In fact, I think we may have some sort of demon on our hands.
Willow and Fred are busy researching this beast. I've asked them to look through the demon databases for anything that has an appetite for venison and fits the above description. We could be dealing with any number of things. They are also looking through old myths and legends from this area. Buffy mentioned something about Hansel and Gretal being an actual demon. So fairytales are not out of the picture in this case. Perhaps we should research The Three Bears.
Wesley and I are feeling quite useless without our books at hand during this time. We're not nearly as web savvy as Willow is so we are allowing her to do all the research in this case while we peek over her shoulder occasionally and ask questions. Faith has repeatedly told me to "chill out" but I fear that if I do we could all wake up tomorrow with one less limb then we went to bed with. These tents really do not provide adequate protection.
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| Soap Opera |
[05 Aug 2003|05:25am] |
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I think I'm rather enjoying camping now. Everyone seems to have calmed down. All of the personal dramas have been solved it seems. Well, not entirely, but it seems that everyone is much happier than they were before. I almost find myself laughing at all this young people drama. Sometimes I feel as if I have signed up as a permanent viewer of a supernatural soap opera.
I'm almost amazed nothing has happened on the demonic front. Obviously we are not in a big city plagued with evil nor are we on a Hellmouth, but the Watcher in me reckons we be on our guard at all times. I've definitely been keeping my eyes and ears open for anything resembling suspicious. So far, all we have is an abundance of marshmallows and fish.
Faith and I are going for a walk tomorrow. We haven't spent much time together lately. She seems to disappear for hours on end daily. I'm not sure where she goes but I plan on asking her during our talk. I can't help but worry after the way Buffy treated her. Although she does seem quite happy so perhaps I am worrying a great deal for absolutely nothing.
I've also heard some strange noises coming from Dawn and Anya's tent. I'm not sure what is going on in there. I don't think I want to know. In fact, I am blocking it out of my memory now. Ben and Racine also seem to disappear on a regular basis. Once again, it's none of my business. But, as I mentioned before, our lives do seem to resemble a soap opera.
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| Camping |
[25 Jul 2003|10:05pm] |
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Well, camping is certainly something that I did not think I would be doing as a Watcher. But where my slayer goes, I go as well. As does the entire gang in Los Angeles, including Angel. I wasn't quite sure how it was possible for Angel to camp… but the trees provide much coverage from the sun and Faith brought Angel an umbrella to hide from the sun's rays.
But mostly, he resides in his tent while the sun is bright.
I've been enjoying myself greatly on this trip. I haven't been out of the city limits in quite a long time. It's nice to be out in the fresh air, or at least the freshest air you can find in Southern California. There have been campfires and fishing of course. Xander is quite the fisherman and is teaching Katie well.
Connor seems to be fitting in alright with Dawn and Kennedy. It's good for him to be around kids his age for a change. Buffy and Faith are at odds… which I find most distressing. I may be biased, as I am Faith's watcher, but she has confessed to me her feelings on the topic of Buffy. She has always wanted Buffy's acceptance and nothing else. I guess our two slayers still have a lot to work through before they reach that point.
Meanwhile, I've been taking hikes with Wesley. We both agree that Rupert would have loved this. It pains me that he isn't with us to experience this trip. I was not a close acquaintance of his - but I had read his diaries. As much as the Council would hate to admit - his diaries are very popular among young watchers. I learned a lot from him and it's such a tragedy how he went out.
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| Completely Pointless Ramblings |
[12 Jul 2003|11:31pm] |
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It's been quiet here ever since we restored Angel's soul. Glory has been around, but that's to be expected. Faith and Connor met up with her while on patrol and according to Connor, they caused more damage to Glory than she did to them.
Still, I worry. I think I may research more ways to kill a god, or in the very least, send her back to her dimension never to return.It's not very safe for anyone to have a brain sucking Hell Goddess on the prowl.
Dru has also been in the area according to Faith. Although Faith seems to believe Drusilla is harmless. I, personally, have not been in her presence. But, as a Watcher, I of course know about her past exploits. Once again, I worry about what could happen with a vicious vampire allowed to have free reign over LA.
It sometimes seems like this city is a beacon for the chaos and darkness. After all, there are enough human monsters around that the supernatural kind barely manage to turn heads. Well, that's a nice depressing note isn't it? I suppose I can become paranoid every now and then. A certain person Ian comes to mind when I think of all the evil that is still currently residing in LA.
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| Talking with Faith |
[06 Jul 2003|04:13am] |
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Sometimes, it does not take vampires who lose their souls or demons to bring our existence into an uproar. One can forget that there are human reasons for disturbance as well as there are demonic ones. The latest news here is that Callie and Faith have broken up. Now, I try not to stick my nose in Faith's love life but I can't help but feel terribly for both girls.
Callie was out the door early this morning. It looked as if she has decided to go on a little vacation. Ben mentioned a message on the answering machine from her. Faith's gone into her monosyballic not very sunny personality where she'll grunt out a word every now and then and mostly sleeps and slays.
Despite her current state of being not talkative, I decided to try to speak to her anyway. If only to find out what happened and how she was doing truthfully. We were down for a spot of training when I began to ask the questions. Yes, I know silly of me, when Faith is punching the punching bag as if it were the most horrendous demon to ever live.
"Faith," I began carefully. "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"Depends on the question," she answered as she continued to punch.
I took a deep breath, it was now or never. "Well, they are probably ones you would rather not answer but if current events are going to take a large toll on you, I would expect they would effect your slaying and I would rather not have a dead slayer on my hands."
"Fine," she stopped her punching. She turned to me with an expectant look. "Ask away Suzie Q. And hand me a towel while you're at it, yea?"
I smiled and tossed the towel to her. As she began to wipe the sweat from her forehead I began my assault. "What happened, may I ask, with you and Callie?"
"Stuff," she shrugged, turning her back from me to take her water from the shelf opposite to me. She took a long sip and I suspect she was most likely trying to "keep her cool" rather than "quench her thirst." Yes, I am picking up on the sayings here. "I screwed around with Xander when he was here. She wasn't happy when I told her. All my fault so I don't blame her. I screwed up big time."
"Oh," I said dumbly from my position. I thought…well, I don't know what I thought. I hoped it was something silly but this was far from silly. "A-are you holding up alright?"
"Five by five Suzie Q," she answer me, but the crack in her voice told me otherwise.
"Faith -"
"Don't wanna hear it," she interrupted me. "Look, if anything, it'll help the slay." Then she faced me once again, but this time with a smirk on her lips that didn't quite match the sadness in her eyes. "Don't worry, I won't do anything *stupid*. I'm over pullin' that crap now."
I couldn't help the sigh of relief from my lips. The memory of what happened to her last time she was feeling depressed came to my mind. I almost lost her then… "I wouldn't think you would do anything to harm yourself Faith. I just wanted you to know thata sa friend, and not as your watcher, I'll be here, if you need any…" I paused, knowing how much Faith hated asking or accepting help. "Anybody to talk to."
She simply shrugged her shoulders. "Thanks."
Then she returned to the punching bag. Well, at least I knew that we wouldn't be having any repeats…although I hate to see her so sad and angry. Though I suppose it will all blow over soon. Young love is so unpredictable sometimes.
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| Return to Normal |
[30 Jun 2003|09:32pm] |
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The night out at Caritas was quite enjoyable. No, I didn't sing. My voice is much more suited to speaking than singing. I fear I may scare the crowd away if I took a turn at the microphone. I think Faith was pleased simply because I showed up. Although, she did persuade me into dancing a little with Wesley. That was…interesting to say the least.
I am starting to believe that perhaps those of us from Britain are not quite so blessed with "shaking our groove thing" as the Americans are. Well, unless it was proper social dance such as the waltz. Then I may be able to show these children a thing or two. And I fear I am beginning to sound quite old and boring here.
I managed to even sneak in a martini…or two. It never hurts to loosen up a little. I spent most of the evening with Wesley watching Faith force everyone into having fun. It was interesting to see as the drill sergeant for celebration. But, it's good to see her back in action after my failure to help her when she was…incapacitated. I'm still feeling the guilt from that. The words Angelus spoke to me remain in my head against my best interests for his words not to affect me.
Other than the night at caritas, it's been mostly quiet around here. Faith is back on her normal training schedule and seems to be as dedicated as ever. Angel is quiet, mostly, keeping to himself and barely speaking to the rest of us. I can't imagine what he must be feeling right now. I would be lying if I said a part of me wasn't frightened of him and still smarting from what he said. But, I realize it was the demon and I am able to forgive him for that.
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| Good News |
[21 Jun 2003|11:25pm] |
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I haven't been feeling the greatest as of late. I think it has a great deal to do with what Angelus said to me. I know I should not allow it to get to me but he spoke the truth. I did not even send out a rescue mission when my slayer was who knows where with who knows what happening to her.
How can she even bear to look at me when I failed her so greatly? If it weren't for Connor…
NO! I don't want to think those thoughts. Faith would have made it. She's strong and she's a survivor. She doesn't even *need* a Watcher. Or so, I keep telling myself in order to relieve the horrid feelings I have in my stomach about what happened. I just have to focus on the fact that everything turned out for the best and we're all doing fine.
I can't even begin to say how happy I was when Wesley received a package today. We both knew what was inside. It was the orb of Thessulah. The only piece we were missing in order to resoul Angel. We also have a brand new box of tranquilizers to keep him quiet with. I highly doubt any of us would have been able to deal with another session with him.
Whenever Willow is ready to do the spell we shall begin the ritual. I'm sure everyone is overjoyed to hear that. It won't be long now before we have Angel back into his usual self.
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| Mind Games |
[18 Jun 2003|07:58am] |
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Well, it seems that Angelus is managing to wreak havoc even when he is locked away in a cage. Everyone has been so on edge lately with the way he's been grating on their nerves. I fear poor Connor may bolt soon if he has to watch Angelus much more. Although, whenever he begins to look antsy, Faith shoots him a look and immediately he calms down.
I only wish the orb would arrive soon. Packages from far away foreign countries always do take quite long to arrive. I wonder how much longer we will be waiting. Hopefully, it will not be lost in the mail. If that happens, I'm not sure what we'll do.
I haven't felt like I've been very useful as of late, so I decided to take my turn with Angelus. Faith had mentioned that she knocked him out with a good punch after she had enough of his talk. I can't even begin to imagine what he said to her, but I recognized the look on her face. Despite her claim to be "five by five" she was definitely stressed out by the whole situation and feeling hurt by whatever he had said to her.
I head down the stairs and managed to arrive just as he was coming to. He had a large bruise on his jaw and what looked like fingerprints around his neck. Do doubt the work of Faith.
"If it isn't the watcher," he mumbled as he pulled his body into an upright position. "Did poor little Faithy send you to tell me what a bad evil vampire I am?"
"No," I replied. I was new to this whole thing, but I had a pretty good idea how it worked. He would insult me using what I held most dear to me. "She didn't send me, I volunteered."
He only snorted. "Smart move, Lady. But, you always did like to put yourself in sticky situations. By the way, Ian says hi. So sorry he can't be here to see you. He misses his Suzie Q."
I flinched, feeling my blood run cold at the mention of Ian's name. I knew he was still around, but he had made no immediate threats, and so I was not exactly thinking of him. "I highly doubt Ian misses me much at all."
"Ah, well, you win some, you lose some." He stood up and errantly began to rub his jaw. "And you Susannah, you always seem to lose some! How many slayers did you screw up with before Faithy? Two? Three? A million? Damn. I can never keep count."
"Two," I answered sadly. "There were only two of them. One was not fully my charge."
"But you lost her nonetheless!" Angelus exclaimed gleefully. "Now, that takes skill! And I wonder, how long before you screw up with Faith? Ian's nearly killed her on a few occasions. Maybe next time he'll get lucky! And it'll be all your fault. Just another dead slayer to add to your resume! Hell, Maybe I should even thank you! You've done us vampires so much good by getting rid of those pesky slayers."
"I won't fail with Faith," I said defiantly. I would not let him get to me. I was a watcher and I was trained to handle situations such as this. I had the utmost confidence in my abilities now. I was no longer a naïve twenty something.
"You know, they say if you lie to yourself enough, then you might just start to believe it!"
"I'm not lying to myself!" I snapped, surprising myself with the harshness to my tone. I took a calming breath and continued. "I don't need to explain anything to you Angelus. You are a rabid beast and nothing you say has any effect on me."
"Then ask yourself this *Suzie Q*. How good of a watcher were you when I snuck into Faith's bedroom and poisoned her? Or how about when I kidnapped her? And what about when I tortured her for days and no one came to her rescue because you couldn't save her? How do you think she felt when I was biting into her neck while she was weak as a kitten and her Watcher didn't even *try* to save her."
I frowned and he smirked at me. He did have a point. Faith was gone or days and none of us had done a single thing but sit around and cry over her, as if she were long dead and buried and there was nothing else we could do for her. I was too frightened to take charge, to organize a rescue mission and find her before she was killed. I almost failed her.
"I did not now what to do," I said softly, and now I understood why Angelus was a master of mind games.
"Bad Watcher for a bad slayer," hechuckled. "What a perfect pair. A Watcher who fails her slayers and a slayer who tortures her watchers." He smiled at me in a sickeningly sweet manner. "Good luck, Susannah. Really. I think you're going to need it."
I turned away then. I could no longer bear to be in that room anymore with him throwing my failures in my face. Perhaps it was time to find a new babysitter for Angelus.
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| The plan worked! |
[11 Jun 2003|11:07pm] |
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I'm pleased to say all went well in the capturing of Angelus. The only problem was Cordelia being stabbed in the arm, and I feel greatly for her, but she's already returned to the hotel. She's looking somewhat tired, but she seems to be doing well, so we're all quite thankful for that. We don't want to lose any members of our team here, especially sine we've formed such great bonds with everyone.
Angelus is now caged in the basement. We were planning on resouling him, Willow has even arrived, but it seems we don't actually have an orb of Thessulah here in the hotel. Luckily, they're in abundance and we were able to special order one. I never thought I would live to see the day when we would be special ordering magickal supplies over the internet, but it seems that is the way of the world nowadays.
Racine isn't too pleased with us. She seems to be quite glum at the idea of having to babysit Angelus. I highly doubt he'll break free from his cage, but just in case, we've been keeping someone posted down there at all times. Unfortunately, we've been sticking Racine, Gunn, and Connor with most of the watching duties.
Willow brought Xander with her and Faith and Cordelia have been spending most of their time with him. It seems he has amnesia and they're trying to help due to their pasts with him. Even Wesley is adding a few stories. They worked together briefly in Sunnydale. I wish I could help him as well, but I hardly know the fellow. I've been splitting up my time between training with Faith (who is, by the way, back at her full strength), helping keep watch of Angelus, and trying to make the hotel seem as normal as possible so Xander does not begin to ask questions.
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[04 Jun 2003|04:46am] |
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Well, I must say it's been quiet around here. I've been left back at the hotel while the rest of our group has gone out to find Angelus. Ben is here as well. We don't need our doctor to be hurt in battle. It would defeat the entire purpose. Racine has also stayed here at the Hyperion. Faith wanted someone strong capable to be here to protect Ben and I in case Angelus took this chance to attack us.
I'm not completely sure if she's happy with the idea but her and Ben are getting along quite well. I think something may develop between the two. I believe it might even be beneficial for the both of them. They both seem so lonely most of the time. It only makes sense that they would find solace in each other.
I'm mostly worried out of anything as it is natural for a watcher to worry about her slayer whenever she is out on a mission. Faith seems confident though, and I do trust her judgment. Faith doesn't believe she's cut out to be a leader but I think she pulls off the job quite well. After all, she has always said she does not work well with authority figures. Perhaps this will be a good thing for her to experience.
I just hope everything works out for the best. I know that no one wants to have to kill Angelus but we also know that if there's a moment between him and one of us, then one of us is going to be chosen. It's a hard decision to make and I hope that it does not come to that. Hopefully, we'll be able to bring Angelus back here and find some way of bringing Angel back to us.
I did get a phone call while I was waiting. It was Xander. I was very surpised to hear from him. He was asking for Faith for some reason. I had to tell him she was a little busy at the moment and couldn't make it to the phone. I hope he wasn't too disappointed but I couldn't exactly run into the middle of a battle and tell Faith she had a phone call, now could I?
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[26 May 2003|04:24am] |
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To our surprise, Faith managed to walk through the front door of the hotel. We had been in the middle of planning a rescue mission when she stepped inside as though nothing had ever happened. Of course, the marks on her neck and arm along with her pale complexion made it obvious that she had not merely taken a vacation.
Surprisingly, she had Connor with her. I suppose he was no longer a bad guy after all. He did after all save Faith from Angelus. He did try to run though. Faith managed to stop him before he could go. It seems like the two of them are getting along even if all Faith does is complain about the dirty place he brought her to in order to recover.
Speaking of recovering, she seems to be quickly regaining her slayer strength. She was quite angry when she found out we did not have an immediate cure for her but she is definitely feeling better and I think she'll be back to normal in no time at all. According to Ben, she's healing nicely and her quick healing is beginning to come back.
It's wonderful to have everything functioning normally again. I almost don't mind the fact that Faith and Callie have locked themselves in Faith's room and haven't come out for quite a while. Children. What else can I say? According to Wesley, Faith's always been like this. I suppose it is proving that she's back to normal
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[10 May 2003|10:44pm] |
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I don’t know what to make of Cordelia’s vision. I’m not sure if it is a relief that Faith is with Connor or if it will only be worse now. Connor is controlled by Glory. Would she program him to do something horrible to Faith? We really don’t know. All Cordelia could tell me was that it looked as if Faith were being tended to. I hope that’s a sign that he’s helping her rather than hurting her.
It does add an interesting piece of this though. If Connor is helping Faith does that mean he is on our side now? Or does he just not like the idea of his father having Faith? Perhaps he has even become a wild card of sorts. If he was able to find his way out of Glory’s control he would most likely be confused.
Meanwhile, the warding spell has been put into place. I’m not sure if that is even helping our current state of affairs. Cordelia is beyond angry at Faith’s disappearance. Her and Wesley got into a huge argument about it. Callie seems to angry as well but is handling herself much better than Cordelia. She seems to be taking the silent fuming approach.
Wesley seems to be full of guilt over this and I don’t think I’ve seen him so angry. Whether it is over Angelus or himself I don’t know. Probably both. I wish I could help him but I really don’t know how. I’m barely holding myself together. I haven’t the strength to help someone else stand.
Racine seems to be the strongest out of all of us. She’s been out on the prowl every night trying to find out whatever she can. I don’t know if it’s getting her anywhere but at least it’s something. She could get lucky in her search.
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