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To say the man with the two canes looked like death warmed over would have been too kind a statement. He was cadaver thin, his eyes sunken, his skin sallow. It was doubtful he weighed a hundred pounds. In the thirty-odd years Jay had worked for and known Mikala Aulani, he didn't think he'd ever seen her as agitated as she was at that very moment.
He didn't know what to do, so he waited, his eyes not on the man but on Kala. Aulani is trying to say is, I came here to tell you that ten years ago, I killed my wife, Audrey. Sophie Lee is innocent. As you can see, I'm dying, and I want to make things right. His hand shook violently when he tried to slide it across the desk toward Kala. It shows me confessing to the murder, along with all the details. My lawyer will be turning it over to the court when I Jay spoke first.
What this man had done to Sophie Lee earned him a fat zero in consideration in Jay's opinion. You let that young girl go to prison for life! What kind of a monster are you? I always knew! Now, when you're dying, you want to make it right! I hope you burn in hell! Adam Star turned his head on its scrawny neck to Jay, and said, "I'm already on borrowed time, but I assume you want me to be more specific. I was never cut out to be the dutiful sort. The doctors said Audrey could live into her nineties with proper care.
I didn't have the guts for that. Audrey demanded my constant presence, even during the night hours. I was tied to her. I couldn't breathe; she was smothering me. And yes, Ms. Aulani, I'm sure I will burn in hell. You can show her the DVD when you think it's time. She was an exceptional nurse. She actually cared about Audrey, which is more than I can say I did. Because of that, I want to give you this.
I'm leaving everything I own, which is substantial, beyond substantial actually, to Sophie Lee. I have appointed you, Ms. Aulani, as my personal representative to see that my will is carried out the way I want it to be. Almost immediately after we were married, she put everything in my name. She said it was a wedding gift. We were very much in love. We had our whole lives ahead of us. We were 'as one,' was how she put it. She trusted me to handle her fortune for the both of us. The Star fortune already belonged to me at her death and had for some time. I know Audrey would approve. On more than one occasion, he said the media would love the other-woman part of it, as they would never believe that Sophie and I were not having an affair.
More meat, more fodder for the nightly news. He was right, and it was the trial of the century. He rolled along, winning every case he tried after that one. I never saw him after the trial, but about six months ago I got a personal letter from him asking me if I would consider backing him in his run for governor next year. He, of course, didn't know I was ill, and I've been housebound since. If what you're asking me specifically is if he knew he was prosecuting an innocent woman, I would say yes. But that is just my opinion. He had the facts going for him.
It was either her or me, and like I said, he couldn't prove I did it. That left only Sophie Lee, and he convinced a jury of seven men and five women that she did it. This time the words did exhaust Adam Star.
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Before he closed his eyes, he pressed a button on his watch. Two male nurses barreled into the room, took one look at their patient, and scooped him up. They were out the door in thirty seconds, their patient in their arms, leaving behind three stupefied lawyers. Jay knew exactly what Kala meant. His voice was pitched so low, Kala had to strain to hear the words.
Buffy put out her bottom lip and let eyes fill with tears. I made friends today. I think I can really stick this one out, if I just had the chance. Buffy hung her head in resignation. She was very familiar with that particular tone. She sluggishly came to a stand, offering her most dramatic sigh. She refused to look at either one of them. She turned to leave the room and do as she was told when the doorbell rang. Each looked at the other. Finally, Angelus put his hand up indicating that Spike and Buffy should stay put. He walked out of the study and over to the front door.
He looked through the peephole. He saw a clean cut, middle aged man in a moderately priced grey suit. No one he knew. He opened the door, careful to avoid any sunshine that made its way past the front porch. The man gave a wide toothy smile and stuck out his hand. He seemed human but something was off. The man took his hand away and stuck it in his pants pocket, surreptitiously squeezing some hand sanitizer onto it.
My bad, as the kids say today. Mayor Wilkins. May I come in? Angelus nodded warily. Was this guy for real? He moved aside , letting Mayor Wilkins pass through, and then he shut the door behind him. He walked the man into the front room. Angelus had to physically stop himself from vamping out by digging his nails into his palms. Mayor Wilkins held up his hands and gave a chuckle. I just want to welcome all of you to Sunnydale, and explain a thing or two about our fine town. We believe in family values here, and in the integrity of our youth. Miss Summers has what you could call a bit of a checkered past.
Her record came across my desk this past Monday. Angelus just glared. No sir. Here we keep things orderly, we follow the rules, and we show our school spirit. He got up and walked over to Angelus. Angelus broke into a wide grin and patted the mayor on the back as he led him to the front door. But my partner and I take our responsibilities very seriously. We have Miss Summers firmly in hand. He stuck his hands firmly in his pockets as he gave Angelus another wide smile.
I just knew it. Tell Miss Summers I look forward to seeing her at the pep rallies. Angelus opened the door and stepped to the side. Will do. Angelus could hear the man whistling a jaunty little tune as he made his way down the front walk. He locked the door with a hard snap. Where once he would have rejoiced at bringing Hell to earth, know the idea sickened him. No, Angelus was staying on in Sunnydale for one reason and one reason only: to keep his eye on Wilkins and thereby protect his family.
Buffy and Spike stalked towards the elder vamp. Both men groaned as a wave of lust hit them. They both swallowed hard and gave her a nod. Here was the tough Slayer that could bring Spike and Angelus to their knees, literally. Both men dutifully did as they were told. Soon they stood before her in all their naked glory. And it was glorious. She was one lucky woman. Remembering her role, she put her hands behind her back.
When she brought them forward she had a stake gripped firmly in her right hand. Both men stared in shock. How did she do that? The two vampires took off for the massive staircase. One went right and the other left, splitting up made the game last longer. Plus, if they hid together they tended to get started without her and that made her cranky. Chapter 4. Spike always got caught first.
He had this horrible habit of giggling. This time he was determined to stay quiet. Buffy shut down those senses that tied her to them as mates, leaving her hearing as one of her strongest assets. She would be using slayer powers only in this game. Spike knew she was close. He could feel her. He wrapped a hand around his mouth to try and hold back what was sure to be a loud guffaw. The door opened to the room he was hiding in. Delicate footsteps sounded on the worn wooden floors.
Spike quietly scooted himself back. He was hoping to seriously confuse her by hiding in the crawl space at the top of this closet. It actually spanned two rooms. Sure enough, she turned to check the room next to this one. He scooted forward. He heard the door open to the other room. More delicate footsteps. She was turning back out. It had worked. The door to the closet flew open and a tiny powerful hand grabbed the back of his neck. He was making a pitiful attempt to fight back as she kicked the daylights out of him.
He knew it was irritating the hell out of her. He often got punished for not staying in character. But that was okay, he liked being punished. Finally, she spread his arms wide with her hands and used her knees to trap his legs. She had the stake in her mouth, and in a truly amazing move she turned it with her tongue until she was gripping it head first and the end was aimed at his heart.
Buffy spit the stake out of her mouth. Spike just shook his head at her. You have to get through the rib cage. Buffy rolled her eyes as she leaned down lightening fast and bit him hard enough to draw blood. She licked at the precious fluid and raised herself back up. She placed it in his mouth. It was her turn to be rocked by a wave of desire as his tongue lapped at her sensitive skin. Spike reluctantly let go of the succulent offering. He pulled her down in a heated kiss as he rolled her onto her back.
She bucked Spike off, and shook her head to clear it. The resounding growl of anger from her mate drenched her panties. We have to find Angelus. Spike was flabbergasted. How the hell do you figure that? How about weres? My game. My rules. Or does Spike the Vampire Slayer sound better?
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Spike just trailed after her in indignation. He liked his bumpies and his teeth. They made him feel all manly. He could sense that she had managed to drag him clear to their sire during his pout. He gave a tug on her hand, causing her to fall against his chest. Buffy looked at that face. That perfect face. Those blue eyes. That tongue placed calculatingly against his teeth.
She reached up and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. She let go and stepped away with an affirmative nod. Spike gave her a sloppy grin. Yay, he was back in the game. He figured this just doubled his power. They threw open the door and walked into the room like true bad asses. Angelus had his back to them. Angelus just chuckled. His voice was gruff and Buffy could tell he was in game face.
Just as Spike and Buffy were ready to pounce he turned around and grabbed Buffy by the neck, throwing her on the bed. He turned around in confusion. Spike just grinned. Just turned. Buffy bit me, drank my blood, and then offered me hers. Angelus tried not to laugh. He failed. He pointed at Spike. Spike straightened up and threw Buffy a dirty look. Angelus threw himself back on the bed in a fit of laughter, Buffy joining.
Buffy and Angelus both moved across the room and blocked the door. He would make them work for it, too. Spike just shook his head. Angelus was having none of it, however. He picked his grumpy childe up and carried him to the bed. He laid him down gently and covered his body with his own. Buffy moved in on the side and started peppering kisses along his face. Fuck how he loved that. Loved knowing the power he had over his beautiful boy. Such a gift Dru had left him.
She gave it a hard suck. She heard the hiss of his breath in reaction. He loved having his hip bones played with. She opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of her men. So magnificent , the both of them. She watched as their cocks rubbed against one another. She forgot all about what she had been doing. Absently, her hand slipped down between her thighs. Spike and Angelus stilled utterly. Uh, oh. Buffy was in trouble. He brought up to his nose and sniffed. Spike looked at Buffy and she could see the predator swimming behind his eyes. He was so playful with her that sometimes she forgot just how deadly he was.
Buffy stood up and turned around. She heard them growl in response. The urge to hurry hit her and she shoved it back down. She wanted to go slow, to truly torture them. She pushed one sock down and then the other. She pulled each shoe off and then toed off her socks. She straightened up and started unbuttoning her shirt. She let it fall to the floor along with her bra. Then she pushed the skirt down slowly, giving a shimmy. More growls. She turned around and walked toward them meekly. She got to the side of the bed and kneeled down.
Angelus rolled off of Spike and pushed him towards the side of the bed. Spike sat up bringing both of his legs to touch the floor on either side of Buffy. She cupped his balls with one hand and lowered her mouth onto his throbbing penis. She used her tongue to lap up the moisture that had pooled there, then she went down, pushing it into the back of her throat. She sucked hard as she drew it out again slowly. Spike knew what Angelus was asking, and he wanted it.
Fuck, how he wanted it. He stood up and moved to the side. Angelus came off the bed and stood in front of Buffy. He pulled her to a stand. He reached his hand down to her center and put two of his fingers inside of her. He pulled his fingers out and then scooped up the moisture dripping from between her legs.
He rubbed his hands on his swollen cock, lubricating it. Then he roughly grabbed Spike by the shoulders and pulled him so that his back was against him. Spike threw his head back in pleasure, and sure enough he let out a scream. He closed his eyes and moved in rhythm with his sire. He let out a loud growl. He loved when it was all about him. He leaned against the smaller man in exhaustion for a moment. Then he moved them all to the bed.
Spike was in the middle of the bed so she would have ample opportunity to get out on her side and head off to the bathroom.
Hot bath. That would be perfect. She let out a sigh of anticipation. Spike chuckled, reading her thoughts. Angelus nuzzled her neck. He reached her right nipple and drew it into his mouth, making slow lapping motions with his tongue. Buffy felt Spike pull the other nipple into his mouth and her hips arched off the bed. She loved when they did this. Angelus moved off her, letting his childe stay to play. He pushed her thighs gently apart and let himself feast on her juices.
He used his tongue and his teeth to bring her to orgasm. He felt her thighs clamp around his head as she came, and he knew he was damn lucky he was supernatural as she surely would have crushed a lesser man. When she was done he moved up to lie beside her. The silence that met him let him know things were just fine. He started to drift off to sleep, content in the comfort of his mates, surrounded by the scent of their sex, when the thought of the dangers that surrounded them slipped back into his mind.
The Council. That was the question. Chapter 5. Small hands reached out to grab the staff. The head went flying. So pretty the spray of blood. Manipulate the spray onto a canvas. Sell them to demons. Some demons would buy anything, especially if it was made by a slayer. She continued to contemplate the spray until a loud clearing of a throat sounded from behind her.
Funny, how the clearing of a throat could still sound so decidedly British. Buffy turned around to look at the tweed attired man behind her. Buffy just shrugged her shoulders. Giles looked at her with his mouth in a tight line. Then he rubbed his temples with his right hand.
Seeing as how I am not the one equipped with supernatural senses? Oh how this girl needed training. Just great. Now she had to go seek out things to kill. What if she ran into someone she knew? What then? Okay, yeah she could. That could be fun. She picked up her pace now that there was some sort of amusement promised. She hated being bored almost as much as Spike did. Giles watched his charge. She was so very different. She had a lack of care for her calling that he had never seen or even heard of in other slayers.
What had the past two years done to her? Buffy thought about the man following her. He knew through the Council that her parents had been killed by the vampire Lothos. Those men walked a fine line between right and wrong. They were natural born killers - the lot of them. Giles looked up from his musings to see his slayer straddling a struggling vampire. Then she did something he will never understand. She put the stake between her teeth and proceeded to try and stake the vampire beneath her. She failed. The vampire struggled even more earnestly. Buffy took the stake in hand and rammed it in his head.
She wiggled it a little bit until he stopped moving. Then she pulled it out and put the clean end back in her mouth. It took a few tries, but eventually she was able to get enough force to push it through the chest cavity and into the heart. Buffy knew Spike was watching her. He was making sure that she was safe as she patrolled. Angelus was occupied elsewhere. The older vamp had come to the conclusion that the only way they were going to be able to convince the watcher that they were human was to meet the man in sunlight. To do that they needed the Gem of Amara, which was rumored to be buried somewhere in Sunnydale.
Angelus had hired a crew to try and find the gem. Buffy came to a stand feeling extremely proud of herself. She looked at the watcher. His mouth was hanging open. She gave a knowing nod. The term natural born killer came back to mind. She had just, undoubtedly, played with her prey.
It was like watching a cat. It was nothing like watching a human. He wondered, not for the first time, exactly where the slayer powers emanated from. As he followed her the rest of the night, watching as she killed one demon after the other he came to some definite conclusions. One, the Council was right in taking these girls away from their families at the earliest age possible and raising them under their guidance. He feared he was getting a look at what an unchecked slayer was like.
It was unnerving. One they would have control over. Deep in thought, he never heard the Gorgon behind him. The first sign he knew of his near death was the grey blood that poured over him and the sudden weight of a thousand tiny snakes hissing their last against his back. Buffy came up behind him and pulled the horrid creature off. She cut off its head and held it up in the air. This is just a demon that has similar attributes and hitched the name. Check it out. Totally cool. Each snake is a completely separate sentient being, but kill the biped chick and they die.
Giles looked at the object. She was right. It was fascinating. He had of course heard of the myth it was named after.
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Buffy held the head out to him. He took it, wincing at the slimy feel and the funny copper smell. Thank you. Buffy turned to him and blew a great big purple bubble with her grape bubble gum. At least I think it is. Hey, that reminds me, do you have one of those handbooky things? I thought this would be totally boring, but the Hellmouth has a lot to offer.
Chapter 6. Angelus turned in small circles with his arms held out wide. He was squinting. It was beautiful. This was the sun, and it was pouring down on him. He stopped his spinning and headed home. He had a goal. You did it you tosser! It was thrown open before he had a chance to grab the knob. He walked in and shut it behind him. Wait until Buffy comes home. Angelus just pulled him in for a kiss. You know that, right? Spike looked into the dark brown eyes of his sire. Spike pulled away and looked at Angelus.
It means a lot. It was perhaps the softest substance on the planet. He could spend hours just running his fingers through it. He brought the younger man against him again, letting him feel the bulge of his erection. Just make sure you stand in the front yard for a moment so I can see you first. Gotta see how my boy looks in natural light. When he saw the curtains part he turned in a circle just as Angelus had done. Dead sexy! Spike could have taken the Desoto, but he really wanted to walk. Spike gave her his most winning smile. This guy was hot. She had no trouble believing that he was a dad, though.
Heck, lots of their students were dads already. Some people just got started a bit on the early side. Spike gave her another smile as he let his eyes roam over her in appreciation. Enter another set of doors. A sunny courtyard filled with an amazing amount of sexy young women. He was just about to have himself a quick sit down to admire the view when he felt her.
She was approaching fast. She must have sensed that he was near.
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Honestly, the material barely covered their arse. Damn, he did it again. He was screwed. She would have picked up on that one for sure. He was just scanning for prey. He felt her anger mixed in with her fear. She was worried about him being here during the day. Very worried. He stepped into the shadows in case she came screeching down on him in front of everyone, dragging him to safety. So much for surprising her with a dance under the sun.