"Giles. Whore! My name is Giles." His voice was harsh and cruel in her ears. Then he kissed her hungrily. She clenched her teeth. He smiled and started to ram into her at the same time as increasing pressure on her neck. Her mouth went slack with the effort to breathe. He took no notice of the tears that streaked down her face.

Everything was going black. She was aware that his thrusts were getting more viscous and desperate. Giles was cumming, filling her with his dark evil seed. He relaxed his grip on her throat, biting her shoulder through her blouse.

The atmosphere changed. They were no longer in the office. Her attacker straightened, reaching into his pocket for a knife Giles shifted Willow round to face Ethan. He held the knife blade to Willow’s throat and yanked her wrists back. His eyes burned, darting round taking in the three men in the room.

"Ah... You have been busy. Angel? Who are you? Ethan’s twin?" Giles zipped himself up as he was talking.

"No. Ethan, you’ve been summoning haven’t you? After all these years!" He sounded surprised.

"Y’know, Ripper is not going to be best pleased when he gets here. You’re holding his friend there." Ethan stood holding Rupert’s cross-bow in one hand, waiting for a good shot.

"Who’s Ripper? And I’ve done more than ’hold’ her." Giles lifted Willow’s skirt briefly, she bent forward in an effort to stop him but the knife cut the skin on her throat. Ethan swallowed and levelled the cross-bow. Giles changed the position of the knife, pressing the point against Willow’s heart. A single pearl of blood formed there.

"Please, Ethan" Willow’s voice made Ethan drop the cross-bow immediately.

"WILLOW!?" Rupert bellowed as he stormed into the library. The woman behind the counter shook with fright. Rupert gazed at her in shock.

"Jenny?" She backed away from him. He dodged round the counter and embraced her, filling his lungs with her scent. She was different. Slowly his arms dropped from round her. This wasNot his Jenny. She was terrified of him. "Have you seen Willow? The new girl? Red hair, elfin looking with a smile?" He asked desperately.

"You took her into your office." He walked swiftly to where she pointed. The room was empty. There had been a struggle. He picked up a scrap of white material from the floor. Rupert stared at the scrap of material in his hands. Curiosity gave way to embarrassment then growing rage at a horrific realisation. "Willow." He whispered, as he plunged the scrap of fabric into his pocket.

"Jenny?!" The rage in his voice brought her to his door, "I need to get to Ethan." His voice was clear although his body trembled with a terrible purpose. Jenny shrank back from him. “He was back! Oh God he’s back.” She thought her panic rising. He lunged at her gripping her upper arms.

"Jenny, please help me to help Willow!" The woman nodded, whipping away the rug in the office to reveal an ebony summoning circle inlaid on the office floor. Jenny placed the black candles with practised ease, reaching out she stripped his sweater from him.

Jenny smiled for the first time when she realised where his tattoo was. Her smile faded when she looked into his eyes.

They were cold, hard glittering emeralds that spoke volumes of vengeful violence and murderous intent. He stepped into the circle and felt the evil heat sear his soul. He revelled in it. It would fuel his fury. He spoke the words of an incantation lifting his right hand out to the side he grasped the sword. He fixed his gaze on Jenny’s sweet face one last time.

"Good bye."

Ethan seated and Ethan standing showed no sign of Rupert’s sudden appearance.

Angel did react and Giles, seeing the reaction, prepared to plunge the knife into Willow’s heart.

Angel dived through the binding circle howling in pain. He gripped the knife and pulled it away at the same time he pushed Willow out of the circle and into Ethan’s waiting arms. She was cold and shivering, shock claiming her at last.

Once Willow was clear Rupert roared out his despair and plunged his sword through Giles and Angel. Angel held Giles close. Rupert’s face was a mask of terrible retribution as he slowly twisted the blade in the two bodies. He ripped up and then flattened the blade to slice right and left thus damaging all the major organs save one. He would leave the heart till the last. He pulled the sword out smoothly savouring the soft slide of both men to the floor. They supported each other in a kneeling position.

He side stepped the flames lapping round his circle and crossed to where Ethan held Willow. He knelt to free her hands, taking great care not to touch the raw areas of her wrists. Slowly he became aware of gasping noises from the circle behind him. He glanced over his shoulder.

Giles held Angel now and he was mouthing something. Giles was dying. The words he mouthed chilled Rupert to the core of his being.

"Take me Angel, turn me."

Angel had no choice but to obey he was Giles’ servant. The vampire bared his fangs as Giles’ head rolled to one side. He drank.

Rupert staggered to his feet, staring transfixed at the scene played out before him. The bodies were leaning on one another. Giles moaned and slumped at last. Angel rolled his head to the side and Giles struggled to lift his head high enough to rip and drink.

They were feasting on each other now. Ethan gasped in horror. He felt the cross- bow being ripped from his grasp. Rupert loaded and fired the bolts without emotion. Both bodies exploded.

He was on the floor next to Willow not knowing how he had come to be there. Willow leaned against him inviting his touch but he couldn’t hold her.

Giles had raped her and threatened to knife her.
Giles had made him kill Angel.
Giles had raped and killed dozens of innocents and
Rupert knew that he could so easily have been the same.

Ethan was speaking. "We’re going now. They need a lot of time to heal I’ll make sure they get it."

Ethan busied himself removing the circle from Rupert’s living room floor. Willow had showered and was now in the kitchen putting the kettle on. Rupert sat on his sofa his eyes blank, staring ahead. Ethan was worried. Willow was too calm and Rupert was inert with shock. The kettle boiled and he made the tea. He decided to help them. Willow fell asleep fairly soon after finishing her ’tea’. Rupert needed two cups to render him unconscious.

Ethan gathered his ingredients together. For what he was about to do he might have to give up his seat as Lucifer’s right hand man. Reputation blown old man he thought to himself. He recited the incantation to make both Willow and Rupert forget. It would last as long as Ethan lived and he planned to live a very long time. He slept afterwards; his head resting on Rupert’s shoulder and Willow snuggled up to him on his left.

He woke to find another one of those damned letters floating in front of him. He grabbed at it impatiently and ripped it open. He stared at the photograph and flipped it over.

My wife and my new Slayer, love Ethan.

The picture was of Ethan with Jenny sitting on his lap, Willow standing behind his chair next to Xander. They were all smiling. Ethan put the photo into his pocket and left the sofa to cook breakfast.

THE END

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