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We will Remember Them...Chp 19
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lilachigh
Rating: NC17
Author's Note: So sorry for long delay in updating this story. I have several chapters to add now!
The story so far: Buffy has been sent back to 1943 France to save a Slayer - who doesn't want to be saved! - and kill a vampire, who turns out to be William the Bloody. But this is not the man she knows back in Sunnydale, this is an unchipped vampire, still in love with his Dark Princess.
We Will Remember Them…
By Lilachigh
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Laurence Binyon
Chapter 19 - Home
1943 – Somewhere in the county of Hampshire, England.
“Sir!”
Sir Philip Travers, the newly appointed head of the Watcher’s Council, looked up from his book. His assistant was standing in the doorway of the Watcher’s Library, looking worried.
“Yes, Angus.”
“We’ve had a coded radio message from France, Sir. Apparently the vampire and Slayer are on their way back to England.”
Sir Philip raised an eyebrow. “Good Lord, he’s managed to rescue Joy, has he? I’d like to know how he’s done that. Thought she’d have staked him on sight. When are they due? We need to inform the anti-aircraft batteries on the coast. The last thing we need is for him to be shot down just as he reaches England.”
“Yes, Sir Philip. The message was rather confused. Not sure who sent it. The wireless operator was certain it was from Joy herself, but I told the man he’s a fool because she couldn’t be on board a plane and sending Morse on the ground at the same time! Something about a fight, an attack on a castle of some sort, many dead. Usual Resistance hyperbole, of course, but we reckon it’s genuine.”
The head of the Watcher’s Council closed his book and ran his finger gently over the gold imbossed cover. “Hmm, we’d better send a welcoming committee to greet Joy. You go. I’ll see her myself when she gets here. And Angus, don’t tell the vampire about his doxy. He’ll find out sooner than later and we don’t want a fuss where civilians might notice. Oh, one more thing, our brother Watcher, Colonel Monroe – the one who sent the vampire to France in the first place - is he still agitating about this whole affair?”
“Yes, Sir. But to be honest, the general opinion is that he’s close to cracking up. Grammar school boy, you know. Not even a decent prep. Keeps insisting that the fate of the world depends on the Slayer returning to England!”
Sir Philip allowed his mouth to twist slightly in disgust. He hated men who couldn’t control their feelings. “Well, well, we mustn’t judge him too harshly, Angus. We can’t all see the bigger picture. Anyway, he’s got his wish, it seems. Although how he thinks Joy is going to save the world, I have no idea. I’ll have a word with an old school friend of mine; get Monroe transferred somewhere quiet for the rest of the War.”
“Yes, Sir Philip.”
The door closed behind his assistant and the Library sunk back into gloom. “Yes, indeed. We need to keep this very low key. But at least the wretched girl is out of France and can get back to work, killing vampires in England where she belongs. The French can deal with their own problems. They never thank us for our help, anyway. And as for the vampire – ” He shrugged and opened his book again. He’d made no promise himself, and anyway, events had moved on since William the Bloody had flown to France to save his lover.
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Author:
lilachighRating: NC17
Author's Note: So sorry for long delay in updating this story. I have several chapters to add now!
The story so far: Buffy has been sent back to 1943 France to save a Slayer - who doesn't want to be saved! - and kill a vampire, who turns out to be William the Bloody. But this is not the man she knows back in Sunnydale, this is an unchipped vampire, still in love with his Dark Princess.
We Will Remember Them…
By Lilachigh
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Laurence Binyon
Chapter 19 - Home
1943 – Somewhere in the county of Hampshire, England.
“Sir!”
Sir Philip Travers, the newly appointed head of the Watcher’s Council, looked up from his book. His assistant was standing in the doorway of the Watcher’s Library, looking worried.
“Yes, Angus.”
“We’ve had a coded radio message from France, Sir. Apparently the vampire and Slayer are on their way back to England.”
Sir Philip raised an eyebrow. “Good Lord, he’s managed to rescue Joy, has he? I’d like to know how he’s done that. Thought she’d have staked him on sight. When are they due? We need to inform the anti-aircraft batteries on the coast. The last thing we need is for him to be shot down just as he reaches England.”
“Yes, Sir Philip. The message was rather confused. Not sure who sent it. The wireless operator was certain it was from Joy herself, but I told the man he’s a fool because she couldn’t be on board a plane and sending Morse on the ground at the same time! Something about a fight, an attack on a castle of some sort, many dead. Usual Resistance hyperbole, of course, but we reckon it’s genuine.”
The head of the Watcher’s Council closed his book and ran his finger gently over the gold imbossed cover. “Hmm, we’d better send a welcoming committee to greet Joy. You go. I’ll see her myself when she gets here. And Angus, don’t tell the vampire about his doxy. He’ll find out sooner than later and we don’t want a fuss where civilians might notice. Oh, one more thing, our brother Watcher, Colonel Monroe – the one who sent the vampire to France in the first place - is he still agitating about this whole affair?”
“Yes, Sir. But to be honest, the general opinion is that he’s close to cracking up. Grammar school boy, you know. Not even a decent prep. Keeps insisting that the fate of the world depends on the Slayer returning to England!”
Sir Philip allowed his mouth to twist slightly in disgust. He hated men who couldn’t control their feelings. “Well, well, we mustn’t judge him too harshly, Angus. We can’t all see the bigger picture. Anyway, he’s got his wish, it seems. Although how he thinks Joy is going to save the world, I have no idea. I’ll have a word with an old school friend of mine; get Monroe transferred somewhere quiet for the rest of the War.”
“Yes, Sir Philip.”
The door closed behind his assistant and the Library sunk back into gloom. “Yes, indeed. We need to keep this very low key. But at least the wretched girl is out of France and can get back to work, killing vampires in England where she belongs. The French can deal with their own problems. They never thank us for our help, anyway. And as for the vampire – ” He shrugged and opened his book again. He’d made no promise himself, and anyway, events had moved on since William the Bloody had flown to France to save his lover.
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