Unstoppable Ch. 7

Episode 7 (Revelations)

I was sitting in the Library reading, with Giles across from me doing his best to pretend I wasn't there. I'd only prodded him a few times over the course of the evening, but it seemed that the only way to truly force his attention would be to threaten his life… and I just couldn't be bothered at the moment. It was this scene that an unknown woman walked in on, followed closely by our two resident Slayers who looked as if they'd just been taken to task by their school teacher.

I raise an eyebrow as Giles stands, his brow furrowed, "Hello there, ah, who are you?"

The woman spoke and I had to stop myself from moving to defile her then and there… mmm that posh British accent, one of the few ways directly to my cold black heart, "My name is Gwendolyn Post. I'm from the Council, sent to-" She looks at me with a sudden frown, "Who is this?"

I grin and see a chance for some fun as Faith and Buffy sit down at the table Giles and I were at, incidentally putting Faith next to me. I nod my head her way and speak in my own English accent, as I figure that's what all Watchers sound like. My accent is flawless of course, but then I've had millennia to practice it, "I am Faith's Watcher. I suppose they didn't see fit to tell you of me, perhaps I wasn't pertinent to your task."

I watch with interest as Ms. Post stiffens, her eyes actually going wide for a second before Giles steps in and clears his throat with a nervous chuckle, "Ah, not quite. He's… kidding. This is Vali Masters, who I'm sure you've read about in my reports."

The tension is gone in a second but I can see the way her eyes drift down and to the left for just a moment as she says, "Yes… of course. Well, I suppose I should have known it was in jest, as the Council sent me here to be Faith's Watcher."

Faith immediately scoffs, "Screw that."

Giles steps in again, "Now Faith, I think this can only be a good thing, you need structure."

Gwendolyn seems to have finally regained her equilibrium as she immediately shoots off again, "Indeed, though that isn't my only purpose here. The Council has also sent me to evaluate you and your Slayer Mr. Giles."

That takes Giles back, while Buffy joins Faith in being indignant, "Hey! No evaluation needed here, we're doing just fine lady."

The British woman scoffs at that, preparing to launch into a diatribe that would probably verbally tear them apart but I interrupted, sliding into the conversation, "She's not from the Council Rupert."

Everyone looks at me with confusion and a bit of apprehension on Ms. Post's part tells me my guess is right. Giles answers me with a furrowed brow, "What? How could you know that, we have no reason to doubt her credentials."

I grin and show off my pearly whites, "She has no idea who I am Rupert. And considering you say you've made sure the Council is aware of me… well that raises quite a few questions, doesn't it?"

I look to Gwendolyn and smile pleasantly, "If I'm wrong, feel free to correct me darling. Please, tell me everything that Rupert here has told the Council."

I watch as she purses her lips, her eyes flicking to the room's other three occupants. I can see the instant the others start to believe what I'm saying even without taking my eyes off of her, because she becomes tense and then a moment later acts. Out comes a pistol, which she fires into my heart with no hesitation. This brings Faith and Buffy out of their chairs, but Gwendolyn already has her firearm up and is covering both the Slayers and their true Watcher with her firearm.

She clears her throat, "Well now, this wasn't exactly the plan, but I suppose I must adjust. So, here's the deal girls. Mr. Giles and I will stay here, while you two track down the Glove of Myhnegon. You will bring it to me and once it is in my possession, I will leave you all unharmed. Fail to do so and all three of you will end up like this irritating man."

This causes Faith to scoff and draw Ms. Post's ire, "I assure you, I am not speaking in jest."

Faith just shakes her head, a small little smirk on her face, "It's not that… it's just… well he's not dead."

She finishes that statement by gesturing to me, and I finally give up on my absolutely amazing performance at playing dead to zip out of my chair and appear right in front of the woman who'd just shot me. Her eyes go wide, but I've already torn the gun from her hand and placed my free hand around her throat, my eyes gold and black and my rows of fangs bared as I grinned at her.

"Gwen… may I call you Gwen? Gwen, shooting me was not your smartest move. Rupert could have told you that, but you just don't seem like the type to listen. It's alright sweetheart, happens to the best of us… but now you're going to have to face the consequences of your actions. Stay absolutely still for me please."

The last bit was compulsion, as I released her throat and left her standing frozen, turning back to the others and casually ripping apart the gun that had just torn a new hole in my shirt, "Well now, I'm waiting…"

Faith and Buffy look confused, and the latter even voices that as she furrows her brow, "Waiting for what?"

Giles on the other hand both understands the subtext and has enough wisdom to swallow his pride and say it, "You were right."

I grin and point at him, "Thank you Rupert! Hearing that is just so much more satisfying than saying 'I told you so' for me. I'm not entirely sure why. Also dibs."

Both Faith and Buffy adopted exasperated looks, while Giles just looked confused, "What?"

I smile and step back to sling my arm around the frozen British woman's shoulder, "I'm calling dibs! I'll… Deal with Ms. Post here. You lot have a mystical glove of whatever to locate and destroy."

Surprisingly all three of them manage to pick up on the emphasis I put on the word deal. Buffy connects it to my deal with Faith and her face scrunches up in disgust, while Faith just rolls her eyes. Giles furrows his brow in concern and opens his mouth to speak, but I hold up a hand and silence him.

"Giles, please… let's skip the whole song and dance. What if some big bad demon or vampire manages to obtain the glove while you're complaining? Get to work!"

With that I turn, grab Gwendolyn Post and pull her into bridal carry, and leave the Library.

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Faith scoffs a bit, "See? My theory is looking better and better. What demon besides an Incubus puts that much effort into seducing the opposite sex instead of murder and mayhem."

Buffy just blushes while Giles clears his throat and removes his glasses to clean them, "Yes… well I imagine there's not much we can do for Ms. Post now. She did mention the Glove of Myhnegon… from what I know of it, he's right in that we need to get to it before someone with more sinister intentions does."

Buffy just shrugs, "Fine. Not too worried about the British lady anyways. I'm kinda drained of any sort of pity for someone after they point a gun at me."

Faith smirks at that, "Amen to that B. Let's get to work."

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Gwendolyn had a room at a much nicer hotel than Faith, and so I took her there once I got the location out of her. I sat her down on her bed and looked her over with a smile on my face for a long moment. I can practically taste the fear coming off of her, as her imagination ran wild on what I planned for her.

Stepping closer, I brought a hand up and raised her chin so she was looking up into my smiling face, "Hello my dear. My name, as you already know, is Vali Masters. I will be your executioner tonight."

She swallows thickly as the tears start, but at the same time her resolve hardens and she maintains a stiff upper lip despite said tears, "I won't beg, monster."

I move in and rest both of my palms on her cheeks, cupping her face in my hands, "Shhh, shhh, no need for that. What we need to decide now is if you're going to come back to life once I kill you."

Her tears stop and she freezes up as she stares at me, "W-what?"

I chuckle softly as I run a thumb over her cheek to wipe away the moisture that had trailed down from her eyes, "Yes, you want power Gwendolyn Post. I have quite a lot of power to give, if you are willing to accept it."

She shudders in my grasp, but her gaze is considering now, "There's a catch isn't there? There's always a catch."

I smile and nod in agreement, shrugging my shoulders, "There always is, yes. I want to make a deal with you darling. I'll give you immortality and strength and speed beyond your wildest dreams… but I'll want some things from you in return."

She continues to look at me in speculation, but she's no fool to jump into the abyss without knowing what's waiting for her, "And these things are?"

I smile, "In the immediate? Once I've turned you, you will be stronger than most of the beings on this world. Stronger than the vampires, stronger than the Slayers. You will have endurance beyond any woman I've been with so far on this world. So once you're turned, you will spend the night with me on this bed and we will explore the limits of that endurance. If it helps, once you're like me, you'll find your libido increased along with all of your ordinary emotions."

She pauses and thinks that over for a long moment, even letting her eyes travel up and down my body in frank appraisal before she nods, "Acceptable. And what about in the long term?"

My smile morphs into a wicked grin at that, "I want you to take over the world."

Her eyes go wide at that and then her brow furrows in confusion, "I… wha-… how am I meant to do that?"

"You won't be the only one of course, not by far. And I don't wish you to take over the world in the classical sense, like some sort of bloody conquest that leaves it destroyed by humanity's nuclear weapons. What I want to see is the demons that make attempts on this world and humanity stymied. I want them to find that there isn't just one or two Slayers to foil their plans, but hundreds of Hybrids that can kill and maim and destroy them even easier than the fabled Slayer."

She blinks at that, "Hybrids?"

I grin toothily, "Yes my dear. Despite what many believe, I am not demonic. I am not from a Hell Dimension. I am the Original Hybrid, first of my kind alongside my brother, though he is long gone. On my world I was the strongest creature in existence, and that is what I am offering to you now. Strength and power beyond what this world has ever seen. All I ask is that you use it to build a kingdom in the shadows for me, spread my gift to those you find worthy, and kill demons where ever you lay eyes on them."

She nods slowly as she takes in my words, mulling over their meaning as she considers the entirety of my offer. She frowns and looks at me, "You said that I wouldn't be the only one?"

I grin, "No, you are the first in this world I am offering this gift to, but you will probably not be the last before I depart from it. I have plans to turn several others, in the hopes that by spreading you like seeds across this world, nobody will ever be able to uproot you. To that end, I would like you to go to Japan once we are done here."

She freezes at that before asking in a questioning tone, "How did you know?"

I chuckle, "How did I know of your love for that particular country? Of your fluency in the language, customs, and culture? My dear I've had my hands on you for the entirety of our talk. I'm sifting through your memories as we speak. It's how I know you are the perfect fit for this gift."

She shudders again at that but doesn't try to tear herself from my grip, "V-very well, then you know I am going to accept. Whatever you must do… I am ready."

I smile and release her face, "Excellent. Strip down for me darling, and lay on the bed."

As she did so with mechanical efficiency I stripped out of my own clothing. She lay back on the bed and in a moment I was leaning over her, staring into her eyes, our bodies only inches apart. She stared back, cheeks suffused with a blush and arousal already causing her to grow wet at the proximity. I smiled and brought my wrist up to my mouth, biting into it deep and letting the blood drip down to her lips, "Drink."

She followed my command easily, swallowing each droplet, and then the torrent as I placed my bloody wrist directly against her mouth and she grabbed on for support. My wrist healed moments later and I pulled the arm away, looking down at her bloody face with a grin, running a finger along her lips covered in my blood.

Sliding to the side of her, I took her and pulled her into my arms, switching up our positions so that I was laying underneath her, my mouth next to her ear even as my arms encircled her head and neck, "Here we go darling. I'll see you when you wake."

Snapping her neck, I let her corpse rest against my naked body for a moment before pushing her off and getting off the bed. While I enjoyed the intimate moment, and would have liked to hold her until she woke up… there was a need for human blood to finish the job of turning her. Gaining some was easy enough though and when she did come back to life violently, I was there by her side with a glass of the red liquid in my hands.

She sat up abruptly and breathed in sharply before looking to me. I just smiled and held out the glass, "Last step darling. Drink."

Her eyes are drawn to the glass of blood and she snatches it up, drinking greedily. A moment later her eyes turn black and gold and her fangs come out as she basks in the completion of the transition. She gasps and looks at me with a wide smile, "I feel so alive."

I chuckle and brush some errant hair out of her face, "That's because you're more alive than you've ever been sweetheart."

Her eyes cloud over with lust as she takes notice of our proximity, the fact that we're both naked, and the way I'm touching her. Of her own initiative she moves forward and kisses me heatedly, her arms coming to a rest around my neck. Eventually she pulls back to look me in the eye and voice a demand, "Fuck me."

Gone is the prim and proper woman, though her posh accent is still one hundred percent intact and isn't that just delicious. In that woman's place is a new being, a monster born of my blood like so many others.

Needless to say we fucked for hours, and I was finally able to let loose with a female that was more durable than the others I'd made conquests of so far in this dimension. When it finally came time for Gwen to leave, I was almost tempted not to let her go.

But I did anyways, knowing that her place in my plans was more important to me than having her on hand as a sex pet. The sacrifices I make…

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It took a few days to get everything in order for Gwen, as well as telling her a few more tidbits she needed to know about what she was now, how exactly to make more of us and what could harm her. It also didn't help that she kept interrupting my work for more sex. Becoming a hybrid seemed to have freed her of much of her inhibitions. I certainly wasn't saying no.

Still, that's why it was a while before I managed to get back to the main cast, and when I did arrive it seemed I had impeccable timing, given that the gang seemed to be staging an intervention for Buffy. As I step through the doors of the Library everyone falls silent, but it is remarkably obvious that they've basically been shouting moments earlier.

I grin as I approach the stand-off, "What's all this then? Something exciting happen while I was gone? Any problems with the Glove thingy?"

Buffy scowls at that, "The glove is fine, completely dealt with. And this is none of your business."

Xander apparently disagrees, because he immediately blurts out, "Angel is back!"

Everyone in the room turns to stare at him, even those who had been silently supporting his crusade again Buffy's relationship with Angel moments before I walked in. I chuckle at their condemnation, "No need to blame Xander for that one, I have incredibly good hearing. I was listening in on this little intervention before I even stepped foot on campus."

Settling myself in one of the empty chairs at the table, I lean back and interlock my fingers in front of me, "So Angel is back! That's wonderful news!"

I've clearly surprised everyone from the looks on their faces. Xander is incredulous, "Wonderful? You know that he tried to kill all of us and then end the world. We can't exactly amuse and entertain you if we're all dead."

I chuckle and wave a hand dismissively, "I appreciate your concern for my amusement Xander, but it's fine. He has his soul back now doesn't he? If he didn't, Buffy would have killed him already."

Buffy crosses her arms over her chest defensively but nods, "Y-yes… I didn't say anything before… but Willow's spell worked at the last second."

She looks towards Willow, who looks shocked, before continuing her explanation, "It worked, but the portal was already opening and I had to… had to close it. So I stabbed him and saved the day."

At this point Buffy is practically hugging herself as she looks at the ground. The rest of the gang is looking a bit like they aren't sure how to react to such a confession. I just smile, "So there you have it! Angel is all goody two shoes again and everything is fine."

Xander snorts, "Yeah, until the next time he loses his soul…"

I chuckle and wave a hand dismissively at that, "Xander, you need to get over it. Angel is a main character! He'll even be the star of his own show when he moves to Los Angeles! He's pretty much guy Buffy there."

Buffy looks startled at that, and confused, "W-why would he move to LA?"

I smile at her, "No idea. But it happens, soon I assume. And he goes on to save the world from several apocalypses much like you do. You didn't think the Slayer was the only line of defense did you? It's the Watcher's final line, but there are things beyond the Watchers who have a vested interest in maintaining the status quo. Angel will work for them."

The room has fallen silent at this point and it seems nobody really knows what to say to all of that. So I smile and clap my hands together, "Well now, I think I'm going to go grab a bite to eat. Angel might be a main character, but he is a bit of a bore… I don't think I care to go out of my way to meet him, I'm sure we'll run into each other soon enough."

I enjoy the way Cordelia tenses up in fear when I mention grabbing a bite, but I depart before she or anyone else can say anything. I'm not exactly parched, but there's always time for a drink.

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