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tamingthemuseTitle: scene from Giles as the Big Bad
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 415 - Potpourri
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Giles has had Eyghon in his head for the past twenty years, long enough to break his will and convince him to give the Slayer line to the demon.
From the back room he could hear Buffy barge into the apartment. “Giles? You here?”
Where does she expect me to be? We arranged to move her meditation session to my home? Did she honestly expect I’d be elsewhere? “I’m in the back room. I’ll be out in a minute. The meditation space is set up by the fireplace.”
“It’s been over a year, Giles. If I haven’t tranced out yet, I don’t know why you think moving it here will help.” He heard clinks, as if she’d picked up some of the crystals and put them back down. “Hey, what’s this? Potpourri?”
Ah, and there it was. He heard Buffy thump to the ground. Giles came out then and she was on the floor, knocked out cold, but her pulse was strong. Good, the spell was as effective as The Journal of Josiah Strange he claimed it would be.
Make her mine. Eyghon had woken. Well of course Eyghon had woken. This had become the demon’s primary purpose: to infect the Slayer line. “Patience.” It rather amused Rupert to make such a suggestion to the beast. It had been in his head for almost two decades and he, generally, knew how far he could push the beast. “I’m not convinced that giving you one Slayer will allow you to access the Slayer line. Even after all these centuries, the Council doesn’t understand how the power passes between Slayers.”
The door swung open and Willow charged in. “Hey, Buffy, you forgot your …” She took in Buffy, passed out on the floor. “What happened?”
Damn. Now he had Willow to deal with as well. “I’m not quite certain. She just … fell.”
Willow squatted down by Buffy and reached out her hand but didn’t touch the jar or the petals that had fallen with Buffy. Before he knew what she was doing, Willow had chanted a spell to reveal the presence of magic. The petals, those in the jar and those that had scattered to the floor, glowed bright with magic. She looked up at him. “Giles, there’s a spell.”
He sighed. There’s a spell; as if he didn’t already know. “Gods.” Closing his eyes he felt for the connection he’d forged between them the night he’d bound her power to his control. He took her magic and wrapped it around her like a set of chains, binding and gagging her. She was panicking, he could see it in her eyes, but she couldn’t move.
Kill her, Eyghon ordered.
“There’s no need.” Giles kept his thoughts calm. If Eyghon knew he hoped to use Willow’s magic to break the demons’ hold on him, Eyghon would force him to kill her. “We may need her power when we bind you to the Slayer line. I don’t know if my own magic will be strong enough.”
Eyghon chuckled in his mind. Keep your witch if you want, but give me the Slayers.
“Let’s see what can be done.” It took Giles only a moment to activate the spell, which had been prepared the night before. If the Slayer’s power passed directly from Slayer to Slayer then he should be able to follow the power from Buffy to at least one potential Slayer. Giles found Buffy’s power and followed its trail. He smacked into a barrier, something cold, alien, and inhuman. He wasn’t quite certain it was alive but he wasn’t quite certain it wasn’t.
Eyghon screamed in his thoughts. Giles shook his head, knowing that wouldn’t dislodge the demon. “It won’t work,” he said. “There’s no need to punish me.” He was well aware that need had nothing to do with it. “The Slayer’s powers pass through an artifact, possibly the Scythe you told me of.”
Get the Scythe!
Giles fell, clutching his head. “Don’t you think I would if I could? If for no other reason that you’ll kill me and end this torment once you have what you want?” He pushed himself up to his feet. He gestured toward Buffy and Willow. “I need to erase their memories. The sooner it’s done the more strongly the spell will hold.”
Giles staggered as the pain vanished from his head. Kill their memories. Bind them to your will. Get me the Scythe.
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 415 - Potpourri
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Giles has had Eyghon in his head for the past twenty years, long enough to break his will and convince him to give the Slayer line to the demon.
From the back room he could hear Buffy barge into the apartment. “Giles? You here?”
Where does she expect me to be? We arranged to move her meditation session to my home? Did she honestly expect I’d be elsewhere? “I’m in the back room. I’ll be out in a minute. The meditation space is set up by the fireplace.”
“It’s been over a year, Giles. If I haven’t tranced out yet, I don’t know why you think moving it here will help.” He heard clinks, as if she’d picked up some of the crystals and put them back down. “Hey, what’s this? Potpourri?”
Ah, and there it was. He heard Buffy thump to the ground. Giles came out then and she was on the floor, knocked out cold, but her pulse was strong. Good, the spell was as effective as The Journal of Josiah Strange he claimed it would be.
Make her mine. Eyghon had woken. Well of course Eyghon had woken. This had become the demon’s primary purpose: to infect the Slayer line. “Patience.” It rather amused Rupert to make such a suggestion to the beast. It had been in his head for almost two decades and he, generally, knew how far he could push the beast. “I’m not convinced that giving you one Slayer will allow you to access the Slayer line. Even after all these centuries, the Council doesn’t understand how the power passes between Slayers.”
The door swung open and Willow charged in. “Hey, Buffy, you forgot your …” She took in Buffy, passed out on the floor. “What happened?”
Damn. Now he had Willow to deal with as well. “I’m not quite certain. She just … fell.”
Willow squatted down by Buffy and reached out her hand but didn’t touch the jar or the petals that had fallen with Buffy. Before he knew what she was doing, Willow had chanted a spell to reveal the presence of magic. The petals, those in the jar and those that had scattered to the floor, glowed bright with magic. She looked up at him. “Giles, there’s a spell.”
He sighed. There’s a spell; as if he didn’t already know. “Gods.” Closing his eyes he felt for the connection he’d forged between them the night he’d bound her power to his control. He took her magic and wrapped it around her like a set of chains, binding and gagging her. She was panicking, he could see it in her eyes, but she couldn’t move.
Kill her, Eyghon ordered.
“There’s no need.” Giles kept his thoughts calm. If Eyghon knew he hoped to use Willow’s magic to break the demons’ hold on him, Eyghon would force him to kill her. “We may need her power when we bind you to the Slayer line. I don’t know if my own magic will be strong enough.”
Eyghon chuckled in his mind. Keep your witch if you want, but give me the Slayers.
“Let’s see what can be done.” It took Giles only a moment to activate the spell, which had been prepared the night before. If the Slayer’s power passed directly from Slayer to Slayer then he should be able to follow the power from Buffy to at least one potential Slayer. Giles found Buffy’s power and followed its trail. He smacked into a barrier, something cold, alien, and inhuman. He wasn’t quite certain it was alive but he wasn’t quite certain it wasn’t.
Eyghon screamed in his thoughts. Giles shook his head, knowing that wouldn’t dislodge the demon. “It won’t work,” he said. “There’s no need to punish me.” He was well aware that need had nothing to do with it. “The Slayer’s powers pass through an artifact, possibly the Scythe you told me of.”
Get the Scythe!
Giles fell, clutching his head. “Don’t you think I would if I could? If for no other reason that you’ll kill me and end this torment once you have what you want?” He pushed himself up to his feet. He gestured toward Buffy and Willow. “I need to erase their memories. The sooner it’s done the more strongly the spell will hold.”
Giles staggered as the pain vanished from his head. Kill their memories. Bind them to your will. Get me the Scythe.
