I followed the body of my dead slayer into the lush and lavish halls of the Council in which I had been in so many times.
Of course, waiting for me as I went in was Quentin Travers, and a team of very concerned looking watchers and associates.
Pomp and circumstance was very high on their list, but at least they appeared to be concerned.
I avoided Quentin's want for me to sit down for the time being, as I followed to see where Corinna, whom I was so proud of, was taken.
They would take care of her. It wasn't protocol for a slayer to be brought back to the Council after her death, but this time, as I needed their help to get out of there, it seemed to fit.
I looked at her one more time, to prepare myself for the upcoming conversation, and most likely, debriefing with Quentin and the other coats.
She gave me my focus now. She was my motivation for the upcoming conversation.
I went back up the stairs and into the conference room, which had stacks of beautiful bookcases, well varnished and laquered wood, filled with pristine volumes of demon lores and histories, slayer chronicles and watchers diaries.
My Corinna diary would surely be there soon, and that was surely going to be what the bulk of the upcoming conversation was about.
I sat down at the fancy table, took my glasses off and cleaned them, and looked at everyone, as they stared at me, gauging my eyes, looking for me to say somethign wrong, or crack, no doubt.
But, I wouldn't. I wanted the new slayer's watcher responsibilities, and what I said her would be said with the memory of Corinna on my mind and in my heart.
"Mr. Giles, do you have the watcher diaries of Corinna's work in your flat, becasue I have sent someone there to retrieve it."
I answered that with a yes, not happy about another man going into my flat.
Quentin got on the phone, while the others stared at me. It was a disquieting feeling, but I would remain stalwart for Corinna, for the new slayer, who would need me.
Quentin got off of the phone, and looked at me. "Okay now that this bit of red tape is out of the way, I need for you to explain for me in detail what happened?"
Several of the other watchers gathered around the table all got their pen and pads ready at the same time, like they were some choreographed act playing in theaters near you. They were clueless of what it was really like. They were junior senators and probably would never reach the big time.
"Well, Quentin, others, I did what every watcher in history has ever done. My slayer died in my charge, only I just happened to have a front row seat for it, as it turned out."
I remained somber, not acting or anything, but feeling, ever since I had when Penn grabbed me in that hotel room.
"Go on," Quentin said.
"Penn, the renowned sired by Angelus, attacked me, took me out into the hall and drugged me with chloroform before tying me up. Xavier and two others came in, and proceeded to attack Corinna in her sleep. She killed one, although she was taken out of her sleep with this vampire attack, but they managed to get the upper hand as I watched, held down by a laughing Penn. Xavier drained her, raped her, and then killed her."
I put my hands to my eyes to hide the tears, as nobody in the room even so much as moaned.
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Of course, waiting for me as I went in was Quentin Travers, and a team of very concerned looking watchers and associates.
Pomp and circumstance was very high on their list, but at least they appeared to be concerned.
I avoided Quentin's want for me to sit down for the time being, as I followed to see where Corinna, whom I was so proud of, was taken.
They would take care of her. It wasn't protocol for a slayer to be brought back to the Council after her death, but this time, as I needed their help to get out of there, it seemed to fit.
I looked at her one more time, to prepare myself for the upcoming conversation, and most likely, debriefing with Quentin and the other coats.
She gave me my focus now. She was my motivation for the upcoming conversation.
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My Corinna diary would surely be there soon, and that was surely going to be what the bulk of the upcoming conversation was about.
I sat down at the fancy table, took my glasses off and cleaned them, and looked at everyone, as they stared at me, gauging my eyes, looking for me to say somethign wrong, or crack, no doubt.
But, I wouldn't. I wanted the new slayer's watcher responsibilities, and what I said her would be said with the memory of Corinna on my mind and in my heart.
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I answered that with a yes, not happy about another man going into my flat.
Quentin got on the phone, while the others stared at me. It was a disquieting feeling, but I would remain stalwart for Corinna, for the new slayer, who would need me.
Quentin got off of the phone, and looked at me. "Okay now that this bit of red tape is out of the way, I need for you to explain for me in detail what happened?"
Several of the other watchers gathered around the table all got their pen and pads ready at the same time, like they were some choreographed act playing in theaters near you. They were clueless of what it was really like. They were junior senators and probably would never reach the big time.
Still, I started to reply.
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I remained somber, not acting or anything, but feeling, ever since I had when Penn grabbed me in that hotel room.
"Go on," Quentin said.
"Penn, the renowned sired by Angelus, attacked me, took me out into the hall and drugged me with chloroform before tying me up. Xavier and two others came in, and proceeded to attack Corinna in her sleep. She killed one, although she was taken out of her sleep with this vampire attack, but they managed to get the upper hand as I watched, held down by a laughing Penn. Xavier drained her, raped her, and then killed her."
I put my hands to my eyes to hide the tears, as nobody in the room even so much as moaned.
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