Wesley strutted down the street like a peacock. His skin shone pale and interesting in the moonlight, he attracted a following of ragged youths. He dipped his head to the side to check on their progress; smiling to himself, he ducked down a nearby alleyway and whistled a merry tune.

Giles waited patiently at the dead end, his eyes lit upon his childe, jauntily twirling his stick. He glanced above to the fire escape, new vampires waited there. They were his followers, people with no hope now also without souls they had sacrificed Paradise for an instant of his attention.

Wes stood by his side and leaned his stick against the wall. With a nod and searing stroke of his cock, Giles set him to his task.

He waited for the one that sought Wes. Angel. Like a general, Angel sent in troops before he himself engaged the enemy. Wes finished the last of the men and brought a struggling teenage girl to his master.

Giles smiled gently on her and offered her his coat against the chill of the night. Wes glanced back to the cool mouth of the alley, past the blood spattered walls and entrail littered ground. There stood Angel, his nostrils flared beneath night vision goggles. He had witnessed the savage fury of his former most trusted friend.

Angel´s ears picked up the strangled moan of lust from the depths of the alley, he could hear the sounds of man on woman and the scent of their coupling carried through the stench of the blood and carnage.

Wes gazed at Angel; his lover had lost the sun kissed look, now haunted despair resided in his eyes, had his own transformation to undead affected him so much? Or was it the manner in which Giles had carefully displayed his bed linen before they departed for sunnier climes? He leapt to the fire escape as Angel passed by and then leapt down behind him, eagerly following, just beyond staking distance.

The girl´s eyes glazed over as the last of her blood flowed from her throat into Giles´ innards. He let her slump back to the wall and reached into his jacket pocket for his handkerchief to wipe his mouth. He shifted minutely to the left to avoid the stake that splintered into the wall.

"Angel." Giles grinned. "How nice to see you!" He turned and ignited a magnesium bright flare which stunned the goggled vampire hunter. Giles grabbed the shock of dark hair and slammed Angel´s face into the wall; he smiled at the splintered nose and shredded lip.

"I too am an angel… A fallen angel and I´ve tormented you before." He spun Angel´s body round dislocating his shoulder and sent him tumbling to the gruesome greasiness of their battleground. "I´m in a merciful frame of mind, so I´ll make this brief. What was once yours is now mine, both Wes and Buffy. I need only wait…"

"Watcher…" Angel whispered through torn lips. Giles picked his limp body from the floor Angel forced his eyes open. "Her watcher will stop you…"

"Hmmm, someone else told me something like that…" Giles mused a couple of seconds and then smiled brightly showing his fangs. "Ah, yes…" He picked up Wes´ discarded cane and snapped it between his finger and thumb, then shoved it into Angel´s heart. "You have one more thing in common with Ethan," Giles murmured as he saw the light die in the vampire hunter´s eyes, "…You´re dead too."

Wesley rushed forward as he saw his former lovers limp battered body sink to the ground. He swallowed the lump in his throat and stared at Angel, he remembered the times when his face had contorted in passion, and his silken lips so eloquently employed around his molten cock. Now he was dead, a cold vacant husk…

"You could have," He didn´t dare complete the sentence. Giles´ gentle hand stroked his shoulder.

"Wes, one childe is enough and he would have rebelled. Let him rest, he´s with God now, he´s finally got his redemption." Giles looked down gently on his childe as he wept. He stepped on Angel´s forearm to lift Wes away from the corpse. He slid the cane from Angel´s heart and gave it to Wes, who held it to his lips and began to lick the splintered wood clean.

The Powers looked down and the heavens lamented Angel´s loss. Human under a month and already dead, the magic of the land made ready to depart with Angel´s soul. Watchers and Slayer´s would have to make do with their wits alone.

So it came to pass, within five years of the Vampire Giles turning Wes and upsetting the balance of the magical world, Slayer´s were equipped with an anti- vampire chip implanted in their brain so they could never be turned and further upset the balance of Power.

But no one told Giles this and he continued to lay waste the world of man waiting for his love´s return.

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