"Let’s go out tonight…?" Giles asked as he leaned over the counter. He realised he sounded almost like Buffy. He was pleading with his “Watcher” for a night off. He smiled. Angel’s face was a picture as he washed Willow’s dishes. He dried his hands and nodded.

"OK. Do you want to scare up some trouble at the Bronze?" Giles reached for his old leather jacket.

Angel led the way, keeping to the shadows. Rupert kept pace with him, thinking about what he would do if Willow were there and what he would do if she weren’t. He stopped suddenly thinking of all the other times he’d been to the Bronze since vacation started. Angel looked back at him.

"What’s the matter Rupert? C’mon, it’s not far now. Nervous?" Giles nodded. He looked very much on edge. Angel moved off again, this time with Giles in tow. They went inside and the smokey atmosphere caught Giles’ attention immediately. He breathed deep, catching the faintest scent of Willow near the door. He smiled and walked through the crowds. He was nearly at the back of the club when he realised he had lost Angel. Willow sat in the booth by herself…He was nearly there, nearly safe, when somebody pulled his arm and he was in a dark corner.

"Why, it’s Ripper…" His eyes focused on a knife, then on the man wielding it. "Long time, no see. How the hell have you been? We missed your custom," Giles tried to leave but he was slammed back against the wall. It hurt and he growled softly. His eyes turned yellow in the darkness. His attacker smiled nervously.

"Alright, Rip. Just saying “hello and don’t be a stranger.”" He put a small fold of paper into his jacket pocket. "On the house." He left the building by the back door. Giles stayed by the wall until Angel found him. He was sweating and ready to bolt somewhere to use his “gift”. Angel dragged him into the light.

"What have you done, Giles?" He flung him to the wall. "Tell me what you’ve taken!"

"I haven’t taken anything! What the fuck’s the matter with you? You’re all over me like a disease… Why exactly? My eyes have changed? Well if they have, it’s your fault. I’m off…" Angel caught his arm to stop him but he was quicker. He got to the door and bolted. He didn’t stop running until he got to his own house.

He opened the door and raced up the stairs to his room. He sat on the bed and took out the fold of paper given to him in the Bronze he opened it with shaking hands and stared at the white powder for the longest time. He licked his lips nervously, took a breath and smelt all its impurities; still his nose itched. He sniffed and closed his eyes on his reflection, he saw the “ghost” of months before, eyes red–rimmed and arms punctured and scarred. He took a breath, opened his eyes and strode to the bathroom, crumpled the paper and contents into the toilet bowl, and then returned to his bedroom to sleep.

He woke naturally the next day at sunset. After a shower and breakfast, he wandered into his spare room, now vacated and sterile smelling, thanks to Willow. There was a box on the bed. He didn’t remember having a box that shape. He opened it and smiled.

Thank you, Chloe.

"Yes, Buffy, I was looking after him. He stayed with me for a few months during vacation but he’s gone now and I don’t know where he’s gone." Angel was answering Buffy’s questions on the wrong end of a stake. Willow hung about behind Buffy, anxious for any word and grateful that Angel had not named her in the plot.

Someone walked into the clearing carrying sports hold all. He was self–assured and wore tweed. Only one man would be like that. Willow ran to him and gave him a hug. "Rup…Giles!..I was so…" She stopped. Not Giles. Who?

"Xander!" Buffy screeched. Angel heaved a sigh of relief and slipped away.

"Hi, thanks for the welcome. Said I’d be back in tweed. Where’s G– man? Shouldn’t he be on patrol with you?" Xander was in full investigation mode. That’s what the Watchers had decided he was good at. The fake reports had fooled them but not him. He knew the author too well.

"He’s been gone for ages. He was staying with Angel but he says Giles left and he doesn’t know where he is now."

"OK. So, Buffy, you don’t have a Watcher until he returns so I’m your temporary Watcher. Willow, do some searching. No–one can sink without trace, not even you, Buffy, we’ll find him."

They all had their tasks for the following day. They retired for the night. Xander did not go back home. He never wanted to go back home ever again. He had a new family now, one that was missing its father. He wouldn’t rest until Giles was found. He settled back in the chair in his hotel room and wrote in the first page of his diary. His first Watcher diary.

Willow heard a noise and grabbed a cross from her bedside drawer. Someone was coming in through the window. Her breath froze in her throat and she thought of yelling for her parents in the next room. The figure was dressed in black and it stalked toward her small bed menacingly, she shrank back against her pillows, her eyes round and staring.

The stranger’s head bent and looked as though he were sizing her up. "Please, don’t hurt me," she gasped as his hand reached out and tore the bedcovers from her prone form. She shut her eyes and breathed a name…

"Rupert…"

"Willow…" Rupert murmured.

That was all they had to say to each other. He knelt over her and eased back his hood and mask. Willow reached up to pull him down for a torrid kiss, she moaned into his mouth as he caressed her breasts and then eased his fingers into her tight pussy, her heat and wetness increasing with his erotic massage of her clit.

It thrilled him when he found a new sensitive spot. He wanted to teach her all he knew in one night but if the Gods were willing they would have many nights. Their love was hot and passionate, near rape in its intensity but both Willow and Rupert needed it, demanded it and lusted for it.

Since becoming the Watcher–Slayer, Rupert found all his tastes subtly changed, he had a hunger for life and new experiences, the feeling of being charged with power was like a drug, a feeling he knew well.

Willow scratched and snarled to a climax. He held her head steady with his fingers knotted in her hair, tugging her still getting her attention. They gazed into each others eyes and made a pact of lust her tongue darted up and met his lips he pulled her head down as his cock throbbed for release in her sucking pussy, Willow moaned in frustration and he smiled cruelly down at her. Withdrawing and then spearing into her slowly, she groaned.

He grinned and slipped his hands beneath her shoulders gripping hard enough to leave bruises and hugging her close to him…and pummeled her into oblivion.

He opened his eyes and saw her watching him. The day was just beginning. He smiled at her and she dipped her head to kiss him. Her lips were soft and warm and he was hot and hard. She guided him in carefully and they made love gently, like a flowing river, changing to rapids and finally a cascade that left them both breathless.

He searched for a clock. Half past seven. "My God I’m late! Sorry, love, I’ve got to go."

"It’s OK, go. You’re at the library?" He nodded as he dressed quickly. "See you there." Willow whispered as he launched himself out of the window and ran effortlessly down the street.

End of Pt.5

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