Chapter Six
Tara got down to work. She started out with the simple things. The wreath of holly and ivy that would represent the wheel of the seasons during the ritual. The decoration and preparation of the two Yule logs. One for their own Yule and the other, more showy and less symbolic version for the joint Christmas celebration. Those little items took her a couple of hours to get right. She then moved on to the decorative cloved oranges and lemons for the tree and the other small, handmade decorations that she had promised Dawn.
Dawn had heard a story somewhere about some of the traditional English customs. Probably from watching one of the seasonal repeats of 'A Christmas Carol' on the television. Tara made small pinecones tipped with gold and silver paint, little ornaments of left over holly, long chains made of coloured paper and ivy, and small bundles of mistletoe, to hang around the house.
She then began work on the gifts. Willow's wand was already a work in progress. She'd tipped it with an amethyst crystal and was working on a complex latticework of tiny quartz beads held by fine brass wire. She'd carefully selected the components, trying to match them to Willow's personality and magic. For the others the presents were simpler. She'd made up several blends of essential oils into bath oils, soaps and lotions for the ladies. Each of the women had a blend that was geared to their own needs.
Relaxation and healing for Joyce, protection and purification for Buffy. Dawn was getting a light fragrant blend for clarity of mind and emotions, while Anya got a blend designed for desire and material wealth. For Xander she had made leather billfold from a prepared kit. She'd also put a lot of effort into the pair of embroidered moccasin-style slippers for Mr Giles. She also prepared him an incense that was designed to relax and refresh him.
Of course this was not all achieved in a day. It took her nearly two weeks of work to get it done. Some of the oil mixing and making of soaps and lotion was carried out in the basement of the Magic Box. For some things she borrowed Dawn's room while she was out. Willow's wand she prepared in a circle cast under the willow tree where the wood came from. It was the only item that she imbued with magic in the making, being careful to do only so much and no more - leaving the wand free to key itself to her beloved.
It was as an afterthought that she made a gift for Spike. Spike still scared her a bit, but she was very grateful that he'd proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was no demon. True, it was by hitting her in the nose, and he may not have been completely altruistic in his motives. In fact she thought that he had probably just hit her to get the argument over with or for the fun of it, hoping she was a demon, but she appreciated it nonetheless. She knew that now he was doing them the favour of taking over many of Buffy's patrols over the Christmas period. This prompted her to think long and hard about what to give him. She finally came up with the idea of a shirt in his favourite colour, black. It took her little time, working from a generic pattern for a loose fitting shirt, but she made it special with some small embroidery on the cuffs in silver.
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Spiders!
Willow woke from her sleep and there was something on her face, light, tickling, crawling… Spiders… no it was, it was just…
Tara’s hair.
Just Tara’s hair. Not a spider. Not a spider. Just her love’s hair. In a nice comfy bed, with a complete lack of nature. Nature was best appreciated in the daytime… and outdoors. If we were supposed to have nature inside we wouldn’t have doors, roofs and walls to keep it all out.
Strange way for a Wicca to think, but in her sleep she was much less the Wicca and more exposed girl just waiting for those creepy crawlies to take the opportunity and crawl all over her face. She checked each and every day for spiders or crawlies in the room so there was less chance.
But out there would be…
There would be spiders. Out there in the woods there would be spiders.
She wasn’t as sure about this Yule thing as she should be and the spiders were the least of it. There was so much to do and Tara wanted her to drop everything and go out to the woods with her? For a whole night? And use tomorrow morning to recover putting off some crucial shopping.
Who was going to organise the others?
Time was running short and there wasn't a one of them that she could rely on not to get distracted and ignore her carefully formulated and coloured schedule – Tara had already made it clear that she was making her own preparations until Yule was over, then she would be able to rely on Tara’s unstinting efforts she knew that, but there was so much to do now. And was she supposed to rely on Xander? More responsible by a country mile these days sure, but still not Mr Organization. Giles and Anya had the shop. Buffy and her Mom were sort of the point. That just leaves lil’ ol’ me and I’m going out into the wood to get crawled on.
Had it not been Tara who had told her about the importance of the Yule celebrations she wouldn't have believed that she could have found the time. But it was Tara - and when Tara said that it was something that they should do then she really wanted to.
She wanted to do it. She wanted to celebrate Tara’s beliefs. Share in them. It was just… couldn’t it come after Christmas when they had more time?
Guess not… Yule was when Yule was… and after she would just have run into Chanukah with her own parents. There was no good time anytime soon. Maybe July though?
Still the schedule had been adjusted and there was that big pink block running from 16.15 today to 12.45 tomorrow for both of them. It did all fit… just as long as everyone else kept up with their own personal schedules – which was looking increasingly tighter what with Tara’s insistence that they actually all get four hours a day to themselves uninvolved in sleep, work or feeding themselves.
How was a person supposed to organise on the basis that everyone actually had to have a life outside of what she could arrange for them?
Still four hours rostered in with her love… way better than two. So there were benefits. But strangely Tara hadn’t taken to being rostered into quality time with her. Having it planned for them. Tara had always been there during that time, had made a point of getting back for it. But she had refused to commit herself to it according to the schedule. From anyone else it was rebellion from Tara it was endearing devotion.
And she liked that – but she wasn’t forgetting about the spiders anytime soon.
“Sweetie, it takes the fun out of it,” Tara had told her. Maybe she was right, but at least there was that time. If they had been running around without a plan they might not have been able to spend time together. Each and every day.
Organization was the key to success.
And coloured coded personal schedules.
Maybe a feedback form, so I can make it better next year… Perhaps start earlier. More sleep. More personal time…
But without the spiders.
Course Tara had said that they wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. True enough honey, there is absolutely no way that I am laying down on the forest floor and letting… uggh. There was nothing they could do to protect themselves against creepy insects. And arachnids. She’d looked. Not a single spell that could help keep the crawlies out. If you had a house then it was easy. But if you were going back to nature then you couldn’t exclude the nastier bits of it.
And hadn’t Tara told her a few days ago that she was starting to sleep with her mouth hanging open…
No! That wasn't something that she wanted to think about… at all … ever!
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Tara was quietly amused by Willow's fears of the great outdoors. She'd spent nights outdoors before this and her life growing up was lived much closer to nature than she lived now, even in a smallish town like Sunnydale. But Willow had always been a little afraid of nature, hating insects and frogs and 'creepy crawlies', as she put it. The stress seemed to vary between ‘Creepy’ and ‘Crawly’ depending on the specific fear at that moment. Tara wanted this to be a special night, to share something with Willow, not to spend it watching her love jump at every touch or sound.
She’d decided that something would have to be done. She knew there were no spells that could keep out the power of nature, but she also knew that the nature could be worked with and that was what she intended to do. She picked up Mr Giles' car that lunchtime, reassuring him several times that she would drive carefully. It took her about an hour to gather together all her gear and pack it in the back, and then the drive to the State Park. She began by going to her chosen ground and thanking nature for permitting its use that night. She spoke to the spirits of the place and to the insects and wildlife and asked them for their help.
It was late afternoon when she arrived back with an empty car. She'd set up the tent and the circle and made all the final preparations for their arrival later this evening. The only thing left to do was pack the hamper containing the special meal she'd prepared for the occasion. When she walked in the door her nose immediately detected the smell of citronella and rosemary. Willow had gone a bit overboard in trying to mix a suitable insect repellent.
“Willow that really does smell well, strong.” Tara commented as she went to pack the few personal possessions that she would need tonight. She slipped Willow's gift into her bag. She'd wrapped it in a special silk cloth that she had embroidered for the purpose. She hoped Willow liked her gift; she'd put a great deal of love and effort into it.
Willow was still trying to get her stinky mixture just right. She decided that since magick wouldn't serve, chemistry could do the work. Knowing how Tara felt about insecticides and sprays she decided to go with an all-insect repellent. Though why the world couldn't get by with a few less insects she never could understand. The resultant oil was pungent and strong, too strong. She was beginning to be repelled by the stuff herself. And smear it on for the night? Better than spiders though.
Tara came back into the room carrying a small overnight bag. Her nose wrinkled at the repulsive aroma and she came over to try and get the mad chemist to tone it down a bit. “Honey, if you cut that with some pure oil - about a teaspoon of that to, say a cup of oil, it should work just fine and not make a people repellent as well. “
Willow liked the suggestion and tried to calculate the exact amounts needed. She scribbled frantically on the notebook beside her, trying to determine the mathematically perfect amount. She had barely started this when Tara presented her with a small bottle containing oil.
“Sniff this and see what you think,” Tara suggested.
Willow cautiously passed her nose over the bottle and was pleasantly surprised by the subtle aroma. “What did you do?” She asked curiously. She'd been working on this for an hour or more, getting more and more frustrated. Tara had managed it in under a minute.
“I just added a little of your mix into some plain oil and mixed well.” Tara replied. Willow's face was a study in amazement mixed with annoyance. “You did all the hard work.” Tara added quickly. “I just blended it a bit.”
Willow allowed herself a little satisfaction at that. She'd done the initial work, and would have hit on this formula eventually. That didn't stop her being slightly jealous at Tara's instinctive way with such things. But only for a moment. Her love was a natural.
She packed up the ingredients and carefully sealed the bottle with the concentrated oil, for possible use later. Then she took the time to wordlessly tell Tara just how wonderful she was, until Tara broke off the kiss by giving her a push towards her bag. “You'd better get whatever you want for tonight. We should be leaving soon.” Tara carefully packed away the insect repellent, she knew it wouldn't be necessary, but it would give Willow a reason for the lack of those 'creepy crawlies'. She smiled quietly to herself.
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Chapter Seven
Willow had been slightly reluctant to even leave the car. The great outdoors had always frightened her. Not in the same way that the unique Sunnydale nightlife frightened her - she knew and understood them. No it was the unknown world of nature that she had little understanding of – creepy crawly nature specifically. It was just before sunset when they arrived and Tara carried her overnight bag into the tent. Willow liked the idea of the tent - it was a safe refuge from the things outside. She carefully spread some of her insect repellent around the door to keep the crawly nasties away, and then spread a little on herself as well. Tara had said nothing but Willow got the distinct impression that her actions somehow amused her lover. Tara was shy and retiring, but out here she seemed to be the confident one. It was obvious she had been here earlier today to set all this up, and here she was now starting a small fire in a fire pit and hanging a metal grid over it, suspended on a tripod. It puzzled Willow until Tara bought the cold box and the hamper from the car and heated the water for tea.
Tara was amused at Willow's little ways. She knew that the insects and wildlife would not bother them that night, but she allowed Willow to go through the motions of making the tent and herself 'insect proof'. It was sweet to watch her deal with her little insecurities, but Tara knew that as the night progressed she would relax and enjoy herself. To assist this process she carefully lit a fire and set up the cooking gear, putting some water on to boil for tea. She'd made a point of getting some of the herbal tea Willow enjoyed. Soon the clearing was filled with the smell of burning pine and hot herb tea.
Willow sipped her tea slowly as the sun set, watching the stars come out one by one with a clarity that could not be seen in the glow of civilisation. The air was crisp and clear, and a little cold. She was glad Tara had convinced her to wear warmer clothes than she had initially chosen. It was colder here than in town. The view was magnificent, looking eastward into the darkness with the setting sun to their backs. The whole area seemed welcoming, friendly even. Willow began to relax and just enjoy this special time.
When they'd both finished their tea Tara indicated it was time for the Yule ritual. Willow was a bit unsure about this, she'd never been involved in a ritual where a specific spell wasn't being cast. She saw a ritual more as a tool to raise power for a purpose rather than an end in itself. They both removed their shoes and entered the circle. Willow admired the small altar that Tara had set up on a rock that had been there, waiting for them forever. Tara concentrated on the ritual and the lighting of the special Yule fire that she had prepared in a fire pit beside the altar. Willow was impressed when her love caused the flames to rise with just a word, and was even more impressed by the levels of power that she could feel spiralling up between them. Tara looked so beautiful standing there as she raised her hands to offer prayers to the God and Goddess.
Tara lifted her spirit and sent it forth as she rejoiced in the rebirth of the Oak King, the Lord of Light, who comes to dispel the darkness of winter. She could feel the power they had raised as a palpable force and used a little to light the Yule log which would burn through the night. She could see that Willow could feel it too as they both sprinkled a little incense on the fire. As they progressed through the ritual, step by step, Tara was reminded of the last time she had celebrated this way with her mother, about a year before she died. She could feel her mother smiling down on her and her lover, as the power rose to the heavens with the fragrant smoke of the frankincense and myrrh. Then, too soon it seemed, the ritual came to an end. She thanked the deities for their presence and grounded the power once more, returning it to the land from whence it came. She stood there, hand in hand with Willow for the longest time, just content to be there. They concluded the rite by drinking wine from the cup, well - grape juice actually, and offering the last mouthful to the gods in libation. Then they ate the special Yule cakes she'd secretly baked in Xander's small kitchen. With these formalities all was done and she opened the circle, freeing the last of the energies to the four winds.
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They were relaxing by the cookfire, watching the Yule log burn while Tara occasionally gave the vegetables frying in the pan a bit of a stir. Willow was amazed at the amount of planning it took to have their meal all prepared and ready for cooking over an open fire. Almost as amazed as she was to find out that Tara was a wiz at outdoor cooking. Her sweetie was full of surprises tonight.
Tara carefully tended the fire and made sure the food was cooking and not burning. She hadn't done this sort of thing since she came to Sunnydale. Sitting here in these glorious surroundings with the most wonderful woman in the world, she felt safe and contented. These last few months had been hard on her. The fears about her presumed destiny as a demon and the relief she felt when she knew it wasn't so. The loss of her birth family and the gaining of another family of choice. The finding of the missing half of herself in the wonder that was Willow. Tonight she was the luckiest woman on earth.
The conversation remained light and cheer during dinner. Tara was pleased to notice that Willow no longer made quick, nervous glances into the darkness outside the light of the fires, expecting some hostile beastie to rush out at them. Willow was really beginning to relax and enjoy herself, not even finding it an effort to refrain from talking about the Christmas schedule which Tara had declared was a forbidden topic for the duration of the night. Tara told Willow the story of the Holly King and the Oak King, and Willow countered with a rendition of the old folk tale of the silver pine cone. By the time they had finished the last vestiges of dessert they were both laughing over various jokes and anecdotes that seemed to flow with ease. The evening was early though and after a few hours the conversation began to turn to more serious matters.
"Its been quite a year, hasn't it?" Tara observed as she poured Willow another mug of hot mulled grape juice.
"The biggest." Willow admitted, sipping at the sweet, spiced drink.
"So much has happened." Tara looked at Willow with that shy smile she still sometimes revealed. "The best part was finding you."
Willow's face lit up, as it always did when Tara declared her love. "That has to be the absolute top of any list of all time tops."
"But it wasn't all good."
"Us?" Willow's smile faded. "I thought we were very good?"
"No not us, things." Tara replied, gently caressing Willows cheek. "There were some bad things as well, like when Faith swapped bodies with Buffy."
"I can't believe that I didn't spot her straight off. I mean, I know Buffy or I thought I did. I should have picked up that she was acting funny. It was great how you picked it up straight off, and then knew just what to do."
"It wasn't really anything." Tara dismissed it as she always dismissed any attempt to give her credit.
"It was plenty something." Willow protested, not willing to let the issue pass. "If Faith had gotten away with it nobody would have been safe and I shudder to think what might have happened to Buffy in the hands of the Watcher's Council."
Tara covered her embarrassment by deftly changing the subject. "You defeated Adam and saved lots of lives. I was so proud of you!"
"It wasn't me, Buffy had the hard part. There were some bad moments there though. What about when we had that big argument and Giles got drunk?
"That was awful. I hate it when friends fall out like that." Tara remembered the time she spent in the bathroom with Anya. "I'm glad it turned out alright in the end though."
"I guess. We certainly paid for it afterwards, I still can't get that dream out of my head. I'm just glad you were in it. You were the one safe thing in the entire dream." Willow ran her fingers over that familiar blond hair.
"I want all your dreams to be good ones." Tara responded while stroking Willow's arm.
"And I hope you're in every single one!" Willow exclaimed with real feeling. She still found this relationship to be nothing short of a miracle.
"I'll always be with you." Tara promised. "You know that."
"I do now. I wasn't too clear about it earlier this year. I guess it was really hard on you when Oz came back." Willow admitted with a guilty flush.
"It was pretty bad, but all I really wanted was for you to be happy." Tara snuggled her head on her love's shoulder.
"And I am." Willow replied with complete conviction. "Don't you ever forget it!" She punctuated her words with a kiss.
"Mmmm. How can I forget when you keep reminding me so eloquently?"
"You can't, that’s the point." Willow breathed as she continued on down Tara's neck with a line of light touches from her lips.
"I think I need to be reminded of that again." Tara took Willow's head in her hands and proceeded to remind herself. Willow leaned into the kiss and revelled in the simple expression of their love. The kiss led to cuddles, and cuddles led to other things. Willow was disappointed when Tara pulled away and stood up.
"The tent is very comfortable." She pointed out in low sultry tones. "Shall we investigate the facilities?"
Willow rose and indicated her consent with a kiss, and they disappeared into the comfortable darkness of the tent. There they remained until just before sunrise.
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They were both a little tired by the time they left the tent to greet the dawn. Tara and Willow stood arm in arm as the first rays of the sun rose on the new day. Tara whispered a prayer to the Goddess, while Willow stood in awe at the sheer beauty of the moment. Soon the sun was fully risen and they turned to go back to the tent. Tara went to her bag and pulled out a parcel wrapped in green silk and tied with red ribbon. She returned to Willow and handed it to her. "Joyous Yule, love."
Willow was curious about the gift but waited until she'd given her own gift to Tara. Together they opened their packages. Tara gasped in wonder at the beautiful amethyst she held in her hands. It was a half geode, forming a bowl lined on the inside with purple crystals of amethyst. Big enough to hold a significant amount of water, it could be used for scrying or for clearing other crystals, or for casting spells. She had never held one quite so beautiful and she resisted the urge to ask Willow where she'd found it.
Willow had unwrapped her gift at the same time. A wand made from willow and tipped with a single large amethyst crystal. This would be invaluable in her spellwork. She examined it carefully, noting the quartz bead work and the craftsmanship.
"Thank you so much!" They both said, almost simultaneously. Then they giggled. Both of them were very happy with their gifts.
"There's a new year ahead of us, I wonder what it might bring." Tara mused quietly.
"The usual, an apocalypse or two, more college fun, classes, exams, and lots of scoobie movie nights." Willow replied, not really wanting to look at the future too closely. When you live on a Hellmouth the future was always an iffy proposition.
"No I mean with us. Sharing a room, taking some classes together. What will we do when we finish college? Find an apartment and get jobs? What does the future hold for us?" Tara wondered, not really caring what they might have to face in the meantime, so long as they did it together.
"I don't know?" Willow reluctantly admitted. "There's always too much happening around here to make long term plans. One thing I do know."
"Oh, and what's that?"
"Whatever happens we'll face it together."
Tara beamed, sometimes her thoughts and Willow's were so much the same. "When you're with me I feel like I can do anything and face anything in the whole world."
Willow wrapped her arms around the woman she looked forward to spending the rest of her life with and together they watched as the world around them came to life in the sunlight. As the birds began to sing it seemed like the beginning of a perfect day.
************** Two nights later - Christmas Eve
“Sweetie, shouldn’t we be doing, you know… the patrol thing,” Tara wondered, looking carefully at every bush and behind every tree down the long pedestrian lane to one of the smaller of Sunnydale’s cemeteries whilst Willow’s hand explored the contours of her butt. She knew which she preferred but… duty and all.
“Oh you hardly ever get attacked on your way to patrol,” Willow told her with the confidence of a person who had been on the receiving end of those ‘hardly evers’ but had better things to think about right now and besides what were the chances? She stopped, looked around with exaggerated gestures then turned back to Tara and planted a quick kiss firmly on her lips as her hand tightened behind Tara. “I don’t see anything… do you?”
“Just you love. Always you.”
They carried on down the lane. It was a nice night. It was a holiday tomorrow and Giles had assured them that the vamps were almost as reluctant at Christmas as they were at Halloween and the lane, well lit with lots of trees and the occasional bench was not an unpleasant place to take a walk. Even if they did have to call it a patrol.
Not a scheduled patrol – at least not scheduled for them - but they were doing a favour for Giles who had decided that he would like to attend Mrs Summer’s Christmas Eve dinner. Bacon, sausage, egg and fries this year she had said. And Giles had said he had procured some black pudding for the occasion. And having looked up the contents of a black pudding… here they were.
“You know we’re all alone out here…” Willow tailed off.
“We could sit and watch for the vampires…” Tara concluded as they came to a bench that looked out over a large portion of the cemetery.
“The view is not up to much…”
“Who’s looking at the view?”
They sat and turned to each other.
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This just wasn't getting anywhere. The Harmettes had seemed like a great plan. He had to give that blond ditz who was his sire that. The plan should have worked. They were earning money hand over fist… but that didn’t accomplish much when Harmony just killed the storekeeper that had whatever item they desired.
And he still hadn’t had a live meal.
Packets of blood… uggghh. He was sure that the plastic… contaminated the taste. The only fresh blood he’d had was that Harmony had given him to turn him and compared to that sweet deliciousness a packet was just… dog food. Fake and false.
And was the plan getting him any closer to having that meal?
It should. Larry didn’t even blame Harmony. The plan should have worked. People had always come outside in the past to greet carol singers. He’d been there. All they had to do was grab them by the hair and yank them into our teeth.
But no. They stayed inside and when someone did come out…. Well weird things happened.
Hearing voices on the other side of the bushes he peered out through them and found two young women on a bench, just sat as if waiting for him to snack on their lovely, living, necks.
This would be easy.
He heard the slight drone of a plane overhead, but didn’t even look. He was going to stalk these two, just for the practice and then he was going to eat. At least one of them and wouldn’t Harmony be impressed if he took the other back for her?
There was nothing that could get in the way. No weird accidents were going to befall this vampire.
He just wished that he had got changed. He was still dressed as an elf. Which was definitely the downside of the plan. Not likely to inspire the fear that Harmony said made the blood taste better.
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Watching Larry approach the young women in his elf suit something large gestured up at the sky and the world changed once again. So very slightly. Sometimes it hardly seemed fair to such incompetents, but rules were rules.
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Thousands of feet above Sunnydale the representatives of the many nations of the world threw themselves out of an aeroplane in a night time parachute jump dressed in national costumes. Intending to land in the Sunnydale Park at the Festival of Togetherness where spotlights blazed into the sky. Night time jumps were the worst, you could rarely see where you were going and there was always the danger of landing in the crowd when you were doing it for display purposes.
One unfortunate representative lost one of the clogs she was intending to put on when she had landed as she flung herself out of the door.
She just hoped that it wouldn’t smash any windows or hit a car and carried on falling.
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Willow and Tara broke from their smoochies briefly as the plane droned overhead. “We could swing back past the park and see the festivities if you like?” Tara suggested to her love, reminded of what was going on.
“Later,” Willow suggested and pulled her back to her.
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Larry moved in, choosing to come at the women from over a small ridge behind them that had good plant cover for his movements. He lost sight of them momentarily as he went behind the hill, but they were wrapped up in each other. Almost literally.
Kevin would love that.
But Kevin wasn’t here and he was. So he got to eat and Kevin didn’t. Which pleased him. A lot.
Larry stepped up towards the brow of the hill, the sound of the tennis machine spitting balls out at the freaks who were playing at this hour reverberating through his enhanced ears from the courts behind him.
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The clog had never travelled so fast. Not that it was aware of that. But as a rule clogs were pretty slow items. The wood grew slowly before they were carved out and no one ever really ran very fast in clogs. Well not twice anyway.
If it had been aware it would have been pretty impressed by the ride.
Then with a huge denting clank it struck machine that was serving tennis balls, the blow altering the aim. The inevitable bounce, the second descent sent it right into the machine… where not being ball shaped it got, briefly stuck, as the mechanism wound itself up, fired one more ball then tried to pull the clog through. Gears screamed and the wood was getting scored as it moved forwards.
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The tennis ball hit Larry in the back and he spun round. That had hurt. But it hadn’t killed him. How a tennis ball came to hit him in the back he had no idea. Another of those weird accidents? Maybe but not at all fatal. He bent and picked up the ball…
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“You hear something sweetie?” Tara asked.
“Kiss me witch.”
“Okay.”
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The clog made it through the machine. It shouldn’t have. It was entirely the wrong shape and size but there was a hitherto undiscovered design flaw that would allow something resembling a clog, at a certain angle to be pulled though with only a minimum of sharpening.
And it was spat out the service end, watched by the amazed woman with her tennis racket, out over the fence and towards the woods at the edge of the court.
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Just a tennis ball… no harm there, but it had smarted.
Larry straightened up and his eyes, reacting faster as a vampire than they ever had as a human focussed on the approaching object. A clog…?
He was pondering that when it struck him in the chest and forced the air out of his unbreathing lungs with a cry and before plunging on to impale him and turn him to dust.
The clog finally fell to the ground. Damaged but intact and layered with bits of Larry. Heck of a ride.
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Larry’s final cry rang out and this time they both heard it. Looked at each other, realising that they were actually on patrol and that was what they were looking for.
Reluctantly they parted and, drawing their crosses and stakes, made their way up the embankment behind them. It took a few minutes before anything turned up though. Tara continued to look whilst Willow watched the woman on the courts trying to adjust her service machine.
“Clog. Strange.”
“Yeah.”
“Tennis ball too.”
“Ooh.”
“Back through the park?”
“Sure baby.”
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Chapter Eight
It was just after sunrise on Christmas morning. Dawn arose quietly and with purpose. Because she had been forced to go to bed at a reasonable hour she'd had sufficient sleep. The rest of the household were still asleep, mainly because of Willow's last minute flurry of organization and the last minute chores, which she guessed were not over. That was just the way Willow was… but it would all be perfect. She doubted that they would all be up for several hours yet after all Buffy had been up with Xander and Mr Giles until very early this morning. She dressed, grabbed the bag with her present for Spike, less than accidentally banged it against Buffy’s door, pleased to hear a groan from the other side and went downstairs, surprised to find her mother working quietly in the kitchen.
"Merry Christmas Mom!" Dawn said as she gave her Mom a hug. "Why are you up so early?"
"I could ask the same question of you young lady." Joyce countered.
"I was going out to see a friend, before everyone got up and started the whole Christmas thing." Dawn replied, not wanting to admit outright that she was off to see Spike.
"I suspected as much." Joyce went to a cupboard and pulled out a picnic basket filled with Christmas goodies. She also got a package wrapped in red cloth and tied with green ribbon. "Wish Spike a 'Merry Christmas' from me dear. Oh and don’t be gone too long!"
Dawn was stunned. "How did you know Mom?"
"I have eyes, and I know that Spike has been helping Buffy a lot lately. I thought that someone would be going to see him today so I got this ready, just to show that I appreciate him making it possible for us to have a worry free family Christmas." Besides he always seemed so pleasant and she had included some marshmallows along with the flask.
Dawn was still in awe of her mother's perception. She hugged and kissed her again and with a brief goodbye and a promise to be back soon, she set off to Spike's crypt.
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Had they been in the military it might loosely have been called a parade. Eleven hundred hours in the lounge for final orders before Operation Wonderland really kicked into high gear and started producing results.
Trouble was this shambles, yes shambles, looked a little unlikely to produce very much of anything.
If it was loosely a parade then you could not even loosely call the ranks a line. It appeared that certain individuals had been partaking of rather too much of the holiday spirit… probably spirits in the plural and Willow was not impressed in the slightest. There was of course a standing order to keep Buffy away from anything resembling alcohol whilst she was upset. Guess that went up the chimney too.
Xander, if anything though, looked worse than Buffy who had at least made an effort and her face was still a human sort of colour. And Giles was an interesting shade of olive. Hence the late parade. She had known that they, along with Anya and Dawn were joining Mrs Summers for her traditional Christmas Eve dinner, usually involving fries and burgers or sausage. Nothing special, Willow had been to a few herself in the last few years. Just an opportunity for friends to gather without the supposed formality of Christmas Day. It appeared to have degenerated into an evening involving copious amounts of alcoholic beverages. At least Mrs Summers was doing well – her medication probably not allowing much of that sort of liquid celebration. Buffy’s mom had apparently been in the kitchen for hours already starting on the preparations for dinner.
Good job, Xander and Giles had been rostered for vegetable duty an hour ago and looked as if the mere sight of a potato would cause them to barf. Mrs Summer’s insistence on being in control of her kitchen was definitely a good thing in hindsight. Though there was no way that any of those who were the worse for drink were taking Mrs Summer’s place on the couch. She was going to work them through their hangovers and their pain until they were fit to celebrate all over again. She and Tara were still good though. A quiet night at home. There was nog to come today and Willow knew two things about nog.
One was that she really liked it and the other was that she would undoubtedly have far too much. Whenever she could lay her hands on it, she usually did. And that along with the wine Giles had brought round yesterday for Christmas dinner had made her feel certain she needed that quiet night in advance. Besides Tara had been so persuasive about getting an early night after their quick patrol sweep. Very much a hands on sweep too. They had found a tennis ball. And a clog. And now she also had Tara ready and willing.
To help out. Now. Not that she hadn’t been the same last night.
She decided not to comment on the state of her troops. It wouldn’t solve anything other than her own sense of superior discipline and that was obvious for all to see. They also knew that she was disappointed. The mumbled “sorry” from each had been testimony to that. Resolve face was doing its work just fine thank you. They would just have to work it off. There were still things that needed doing.
“Where’s Dawny?” she asked the assembled friends.
She got variously shrugs, grunts and groans in reply. Tara, who had arrived with her couldn’t know, and Anya was too busy comforting Xander with talk of ancient Celtic hangover remedies. They seemed to be working though… he ran off towards the bathroom as Anya grinned and the sounds were not totally muffled by the closed door. Still it might make him feel better.
“No one knows where Dawn is?” More grunts.
“You worried sweetie?” Tara asked.
“No, just… well she was supposed to be keeping her mom company from eleven till twelve,” Willow revealed from memory. Green, it had been green that block. A sort of Giles green. “On the couch.”
“Her mom isn’t on the couch Willow, she’s cooking,” Tara pointed out. It wasn't a disaster then.
“But Dawn was supposed to be here. She knew that.” Willow sounded resigned to her plan falling apart around her ears. Though she was not sure why things fell apart around ears. Why not feet? Did plans float? Did gravity not affect plans? “Everyone else made it.”
“In body at least” Tara joked.
“Yeah.” That joke wasn't helping. Nor was Tara’s calm demeanour. Couldn’t she see that this was a disaster waiting to happen?
Mrs Summers stuck her head out of the kitchen door, covered with an apron and letting almost heavenly smells emanate from the oven and into the living room. Giles turned entirely another shade of green and tried to run with all of his English dignity towards the bathroom. Mrs Summers smiled apologetically at the sight. “I should probably have cut them off last night, but I just got too tired to stay up with them. Dawn is off seeing a… friend. For Christmas. She probably won’t be back until later. Sorry I forgot to tell you.”
Willow smiled and then as Buffy’s Mom ducked back into the kitchen rolled her eyes. Mrs Summers was still tiring easily which was what this was all about after all. She shouldn’t be doing anything. And Dawn should be here with her. But then, if Dawn knew her Mom was up and cooking why shouldn’t she go and have some time with her friends? Well she wasn’t here anyway. Adapt. Re-plan. She turned towards Buffy about to suggest that she go see if she could actually help her Mom.
It was then that either the memory of last night or the scent of the food got too much for Buffy too. She darted for the door with her hand over her mouth.
Anya stood up, gestured at the departed, almost apologetic for having to follow. “I better go do the girlfriend thing.” Tara smiled at her. “This is the girlfriend thing?” Anya asked the blonde woman looking at Willow.
What had Tara been telling her?
Tara smiled sheepishly remembering mentioning Willow suffering after a dodgy reheated meal a few week before. Willow just looked at the empty room and then down at the schedule. Already behind in nearly every category, Mrs Summer’s doing what she shouldn’t be. Dawn missing. It was all falling apart.
“No one is doing what they should be,” she complained to the almost empty room.
“And they are paying the price hon,” Tara told her, trying to lighten the mood. “They had fun… that was what this was all for. For everyone to have fun. And they will again. We all will. You included, baby.” She listened to the assorted sounds emerging from around the house. “But later for them.”
“I just want it to be perfect. But if no one is doing what they should be, and other people are doing what they shouldn’t and some people aren’t here at all to do what they should, but couldn’t anyway because of the people doing what that shouldn’t then how can I keep track of who is doing what, with who and when?”
“I don’t know but it will be perfect baby. You’ll make it perfect.” Tara stepped over to her love and pecked a kiss onto her lips. “That’s what you do, you make things perfect.”
The continued sound of retching in triplicate spoiled the effect of the reassurance though.
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The scheduled time for the giving of gifts had come and long gone, but then Willow had long since put the schedule down and given up on it anyway. Dawn had arrived back shortly after the snack that Mrs Summers had prepared for lunch. Not enough to spoil dinner, but enough to tide them all over.
Those who were eating that was.
Everyone looked something like human now though so Tara assumed that they were all feeling better too. Buffy, who seemed to have suffered the least, was positively perky. Mr Giles and Xander looked as if they would make dinner in good shape too. Willow had, initially, got into a bit of a snit about her schedule being ruined but it was what had got them this far and she was enjoying herself now. Charades was going down pretty well, though they always approached Anya’s turn with some trepidation. Her interpretations were sometimes a little too literal.
But finally they were all present and ready to receive their gifts. She and Willow had already exchanged Yule gifts, but she had also splashed out on a little something for Willow to open from her now too. The lounge table was covered in labelled gifts of various shapes and sizes, though a number of those that seemed intended for her looked to have Magic Box wrapping paper on them. She should know, she had helped wrap enough for customers. Guess I am easy to shop for.
Anya’s obsession with receiving gifts was matched only by the nature of her gifts for everyone else. Buffy had received a tea cosy from her. Why, Tara couldn’t imagine. There was talk of Buffy having mentioned that wish once upon a time. But it was a gift and she suspected that the phrase ‘It’s the thought that counts’ would be heard quite often. Whatever Xander had received from Anya he wasn’t showing, covering it back up in paper as Anya gave him a look that was filled with promise and he grinned sheepishly.
If it was the thought that counted then it seemed that everyone had the same thought about what to get Tara. It didn’t take very long to have a whole array of crystals lined up in front of her. Nothing as beautiful or powerful as Willow had given her, but lovely nonetheless… and useful. But she could have used some new soaps and things. She had deliberately not bought any in case she was overwhelmed with them. Now she would have to go shopping. What was Christmas without receiving shower gel and soap gift sets?
And ooh look, there was some. And… special blend at that. Willow grinned at her. It seemed they were going to be sharing. Oh well that wouldn’t be such a bind would it?
Mr Giles, receiving a collection of socks and handkerchiefs almost to rival her crystals in assortment was peering into the crystals. “You know, I don’t think I have one quite like that,” he commented.
“You can borrow it if you like,” she told him.
“Don’t let Giles near your crystals,” Buffy warned her. “He is banned from using crystals.”
“Now, that was strictly in the course of my duties, as you well know. And I apologised for it. A lot. And got fired.” His tone suggested that should be enough. And apparently it was. Buffy smiled back, looking at the crystals herself.
“So what did Willow get you Tara?” Xander asked her, holding onto the shirt that Willow had picked out for him from them both. “Was it something naughty?” He looked over at Dawn and her Mom’s expression and clarified his question “because you know too much chocolate is not good for you.”
“You use chocolate?” Anya asked them, not getting the dodge. “We have enjoyed chocolate together.”
“Eating chocolate!” Xander added quickly.
“Eventually,” Anya finished.
Tara grinned. You could rely on those two to liven up any party. Sometimes by being funny. Sometimes by just being themselves.
“No nothing naughty… Willow got me a crystal.” Everyone’s faces fell. Absolutely everyone. There were six people in the room besides her and Willow. And six crystals lined up on the table before her. Tara loved their gifts, but she could also appreciate the awkwardness. “And some special shower gel,” she waved that at them and then realised that the logo fell into the naughty gifts category that Xander had asked about.
“We have- ” Anya started but was cut off by Xander.
“We have never used that particular brand.”
“I made her a wand,” Tara revealed and Willow smiled.
“Oh yes? A wand…” he frowned. Best not to go down that path again. “How come you girls get to have your gifts from each other sooner. Than the rest of us? Isn’t that cheating?” Xander asked diverting the subject.
“Yule.” Willow said as if Xander should understand that perfectly.
Which he didn’t. “Okaaay. Yule.”
“If we had just known that everyone was getting you crystals,” Buffy looked at Giles accusingly since every crystal had originated in his shop, “then we could have got you something else.”
“How was I to know who you were all giving them to? I got handkerchiefs, sweaters and socks from everyone you know,” he retorted.
“I love them, really,” Tara assured them.
“And your handmade gifts are lovely Tara. And the decorations,” Mrs Summers told her. “Will you show me how to do some of that next year?”
Tara nodded, sipping her drink and reaching for a nibble. Mrs Summers got up and went to test the turkey leaving the rest of them to study each other’s presents. No doubt there might be a few swapsies going on later. But not for any of her crystals. Or that special shower gel.
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‘Spikey!’ Harmony cried banging almost frantically now on the locked door of his crypt. No one was going to let them in as he was leaning on a nearby tree watching with interest, fingering the large brass key in his pocket. It was a new lock, strongly made – though he had been forced to fit it himself.
‘Will he protect us? Give us a place to sleep?’ the dweeb with her asked as she carried on banging. The dweeb was looking around him nervously. It was shocking just what was being made into a vampire these days. Though he had to admit Harm didn’t have the best of luck with her minions. Bound to make her cautious.
And protect you? Fat bloody chance of that mate. Don’t even know what’s after you. Might even be the bloody slayer…. He wouldn’t mind a visit though.
Something was after them that was for sure. The sun was barely set so they weren’t afraid of the kiss of daylight. Maybe he should make his presence known. Or not… if something was after them it would be more entertaining to watch it tear the dweeb apart then rush in an earn Harm’s gratitude and favours once more.
Well a bloke had to have a hobby.
And after Christmas with the Slayer and her lot then there was going to be some tension to work off. And if he was supposed to be patrolling for the slayer why should he waste his time walking around? Stick to Harm and the beastie was going to come to him.
Spike pulled out a smoke and settled back against the tree thinking more about the visit from the nibblet this morning than being concerned about Harm and her pet. This would be a strictly visual pleasure. For now at least.
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“Break it down Kevin!” Harmony instructed her minion, gesturing at the solid door to the crypt. Why the hell had Spike chosen to get a lock for it now?
“Me?” He couldn’t quite believe that she was asking him to demonstrate his manhood. Though he would have settled for another sort of demonstration.
“Yes you.” Who else was there to do it?
“Break that door down?” Kevin was more than sceptical. That door was going to hurt.
“You’re a big… strong… thing.” Harmony lied, desperate now and actually lowering herself to bribery – or at least the promise of it, running her hands over his pencil thin arms hoping that it was resembling seduction. It was awhile since she had tried seduction. Not since that first time with Spike. She sighed. Not to worry though. This was Kevin. Toasting bread together would count as seduction for him. “A strong vampire. Big,” she gave him her best smile. “Big all over from what I hear.” Ewww.
Mission accomplished. Kevin threw himself into the door. Hit hard and decided that a run up was required. Took some steps back and then with a cry ran, hitting it like a bird splat hitting a car at fifty miles an hour. Causing about as much damage.
Mission not quite accomplished.
“Ow,” Kevin moaned from her feet.
Where was Larry when you needed him? Dust blowing down Crawford Street. Great. She looked back towards the gate through which they had entered the cemetery. A large shape was making its way, unhurried, along the path. “It’s coming!” she cried and pointed, realised he was trying to look up her dress and kicked him in the stomach. “Do something!”
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Spike followed her gesture. He had been slightly amused by the dweeb throwing himself into the door. Twice. And falling to the floor clutching his shoulder. More amused still by the idea that the kid could do anything for Harm. He liked it that she wasn’t easily pleased and wouldn’t settle for second… or even fifth best. Though he could cheerfully stake her ninety percent of the time that they were together, she was not easy to please and had more standards than he would have given her credit for. But he did it for her.
And sometimes she did it for him too.
Not that she had anything on… the Slayer.
But that was a long-term goal. Planning was the key, Red was right about that. He knew that. Slayer might be interested in this thing that was coming for Harm and the dweeb, but then it was the holidays and he had promised that he would keep the peace and earn a few brownie points.
He’d never actually seen anything like it before. Still, he thought lighting the cigarette, best to see what it is capable of first.
Fools rush in and all that guff.
Except when I rush in… that’s just sheer bloody enthusiasm mate!
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Its approach was relentless, steady and it seemed to be… reading a notebook. Stay or go? Go or stay? Run or face it off. Harmony didn’t like tough decisions like that and had never been very good at them. It was that sort of decision that had got her killed in the first place. So Kevin, convinced of his male strength and vigour by both the caresses he had received and the pointed boot in the stomach when he was sure he had seen her underwear, picked himself up from the foot of the door – which should have impressed him with it’s own strength – and let out another cry, this time charging towards the huge thing.
Time seemed to slow down to Harmony as he charged down the pathway towards it and it walked under the lamp. It was as big as she had thought it was, bigger even. Two armed and two legged, what was that called? Not bicycle. Bi-something?
The face though… Well really it was just a face wasn't it? I mean. Two eyes… eyes that glowed with a green fire but eyes all the same, a nose. Quite a good nose really. Sculpted she would have said, squinting to see at this distance. She’d known a lot of people who had paid to have noses like that. Paid a lot. And the teeth! Well they weren’t sticking out like fangs. And they looked as if they had been polished up recently. Shining in the light as it… sang to itself.
The ears though. The ears were pointed. Way more pointed than the Spock ears she had got for her elves.
What the heck was it? And why was it singing?
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Kevin charged the figure and was pleased to see as he rushed towards it, giving his ‘war cry’ that it actually seemed surprised by his actions and ceased it’s crooning. You didn’t see that coming did you… you thing…?
Actually it hadn’t.
And it took it all of about four seconds to first realise that the badly dressed vampire was running towards it. That the vampire was screaming. That the vampires left ear had just fallen off. Oh there went the right one. That the vampire would be about a quarter of it’s own weight fully dressed and soaking wet. That it was all pretty pointless and it didn’t even have a weapon. No trouble at all.
By that point Kevin was right up with it, ready to do battle and impress the heck out of Harmony. Who was left? Just him. To come to her rescue. Damsels in distress were always grateful. That was why all those hero’s were in business surely… for the damsels. They had to be getting something out of it… half a kingdom and the damsels hand in marriage! That was traditional.
Harmony didn’t actually have a kingdom…
And he was pretty sure that he didn’t want to marry her…
He’d settle for getting anything.
And the small matter of a huge enemy to kill first was no impediment when you were in the damsel rescuing business. And so he continued his charge, lowering his head and aiming for the things abdomen.
And hit… owww!
Again…
For a big thing that appeared pretty flabby that was a seriously hard gut. That was all that Kevin had time to think as he slid to the ground in front of the thing he had briefly been attacking.
Kevin barely had time to register the bird that had landed on a branch over his head, snapping a branch with it’s weight and launching itself into the air with a squawk. It carried the branch for a second… then let it go.
Kevin never thought about how it would fall, all wooden and pointy and aimed right at his heart.
It was just another accident.
Oh…
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Oh dear, nerdy boy was out of the game. And who did Harm have to turn to now?
That’s your cue Spike, he thought to himself and stepped out of the shadows and sauntered over towards Harm at the crypt door. That thing must have seen him; Harm certainly did as she came racing over to him.
“Oh Spikey save me! It’s after me!”
“Oh?” He ignored her, smiling to himself and made for the door, pulling out the key and keen to get her out of the way before he started to resume his position as the local big bad. Whining women were always messing that up for him. Showing him up.
“When did you get a lock?” Harmony asked, trying to sound conversational as well as desperate as it came closer and closer.
“About the time you last walked out… didn’t fancy dealing with the things you always bring after you when you come round. It gets so bloody boring, you know,” he told her. “Though this one looks quite interesting. I don’t think I’ve killed one of these before. How’d you piss it off?”
“I don’t know. It just started coming for us. For no reason.” He gave her a look. “Really. You can fight it though, you like fighting… you’re so good at it – and you can hit it, it isn’t human so you’re chip won’t…” Harmony stopped when she saw his face react to the mention of the chip.
“Harm, enough about the damn chip. Now tell me why should I bother to do anything about that guy rather than enjoying the sight of something I have so very often longed for?” he asked. But she didn’t get it. “You blowing around in millions of little pieces.”
“It’s Christmas?” Harmony suggested, guessing that now was not the time for an argument about how nasty her Spikey was to her. The figure was now within earshot.
“So it is… have you got a gift for me?” Spike’s tone was more than just a touch suggestive.
“I could go and unwrap it for you now?” she smiled at him, though her eyes were on the huge figure and he returned it knowingly and as she slipped into the crypt. Not that he would ever make a deal like that when she wasn’t interested. When push came to shove he’d enjoy hitting this thing.
He followed her with his eyes. “Actually Harm,” he murmured, “I was kind of thinking of you wrapping up special like.”
Spike turned to the big bastard who was now right there. And my wasn't he a big one… Slayer’ll be sorry she missed this one. Poncey watcher too would probably be interested. Not especially menacing actually though, just a big bastard.
And singing?
Not generally a demon trait was singing. How often did you see demons doing karaoke after all? There were rumours though… ‘bout some place in LA, but that whole city was entirely too freaky for tastes. Filled with weirdo’s. He was partial to the occasional whistle himself. And a bit of sing along to the classics. “Hey mate. What the hell are you?” he asked, spoiling for a fight already. C’mon big boy just give me an excuse!
Why the hell do I want an excuse? I’m a big bad vampire. And I can hit it. Must be the holiday spirit. That or the size of the thing.
It stopped, as if realising he was there for the first time. The song stopped a moment later. Actually it was a carol…
“Department of Collections,” it replied.
Huh?
The blond vampire said as much. “Huh?”
“Department of Collections. Dues.” The thing saw that Spike wasn't getting it at all. “Membership Dues?” it said slowly as if talking to someone who didn’t have a clue.
Which was fine Spike didn’t. “Membership?”
“Union of Choristers, Leprechauns, Entertainers – Elf section. UNCLE – Elf,” it spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Or some world anyway…
“You work for a union?” That stamped on Spike’s enthusiasm. He’d have to think a bit more carefully about this now.
“Yes.”
“And you’re a…?”
“An elf.” It gestured at the ears. “Dead give away usually.”
“Not a leprechaun…” Spike continued, stalling for time though it seemed quite happy to converse with him.
“Don’t be daft, the Leprechauns don’t work Christmas.” It reached into a pocket and Spike tensed ready for a weapon of some sort – instead it was a leaflet that came out, which it handed to the vampire. “We were formed by a merger of the Leprechaun Pot of Gold Watcher’s Trade Association, the Elven Toymakers and the Other than Human Choristers Guild.”
“Right…. And you a union that protects the interests of Elves in the festive celebration industry?” Spike guessed, speculating about what brought him after Harm and her minions.
“Yes,” it flashed a huge grin when it saw that Spike got the idea.
“And?”
“And your friend and her comrades were breaking union guidelines on the employment of the undead in a recreational capacity in the guise of elves. There are plenty of us out there you know, some of us don’t earn from year to year and then she thinks she can just set up and pretend to be elves and steal our money? Well she could have done… if she had paid her dues.”
“You don’t have to be an elf… to be an elf?” It seemed kind of a logical requirement.
“Oh no. Not for fifty years or so. It’s a recent change I admit - I myself am a ogre by birth.”
“Very forward thinking mate,” Spike complimented them. He was all for equality. He’d eat, hit or kill anyone.
“We like to think so. Can’t go discriminating on the basis of an accident of birth… or just getting bit.”
“No, no. Quite right too.” Spike was rapidly getting out of his depth… but he had heard of the union movements that existed in the linked realities. Bad buggers.
“Right… So why you killing them?” Spike asked. “Not that I object mind, but it just piqued my curiosity. Them being potential members and all.”
“Hey now, that isn’t fair. I don’t kill anyone. We don’t kill anyone. I just – allow accidents to happen that might happen to have the same effect.” It explained further, as Spike looked blank. “We nudge probabilities until events just take their own course. In a trillion of universes the exact same thing is happening. We just make it true here too. We, the union, don’t kill anyone- even those who would use our image rights to kill rather than just make money, which is bad enough. Can you imagine what reception elves would get here next year if I left them to it and allowed them to kill the humans and feed on them?”
“Closed market?” Spike suggested, realising that would be bad for business if people remembered. In this town he figured they might well forget all about it. It was the glory of Sunnydale.
“Right.”
“Well you can’t have her, mate.”
“I don’t want her – Far as I can tell she is dressed up as a nymph… though I will have to report her to the relevant union. The nymphs may have issues too – though they aren’t big on doing holiday seasons. I just have the collect the union’s fifty percent.”
“That’s it?” Fifty percent of Harmony’s cash takings? Well that was easy enough to arrange and to tell the truth he wasn't looking forward to tangling with this guy. Of course he could have taken him, but the unions… everyone knew that you don’t mess with the unions. That was a fast ticket to scattering yourself to the four winds.
“That’s it,” it confirmed.
“Wait here a minute?”
It nodded which was kind of like a boulder falling off a mountain peak and bouncing when it hit bottom.
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