I'm telling you, purgatory was easy compared to being trapped in an office for a few hours with Rupes. He finally managed to get through to Percy Whoever in Los Angeles. When he came back he had a peculiar grin on his face.
"It seems you'll soon be out of my hair, Spike," he said.
"Well, it's about bloody time," I said, folding my non-existent arms. "What, did that Wesley bloke reckon he could bring me back?"
"Well, perhaps," said Giles, polishing his glasses. "Or you may end up in oblivion. It's hard to say."
"Wait a -"
"Goodbye, Spike," said Giles, as I began to feel a strange pull of energy inside me. Then there was a roaring wind, and only enough time for me to shout "you bastard!" at Giles before I was sucked into something...
... And reappeared in a room that was white, ceiling to floor. Heaven? Not likely. So where the bloody hell was I?
Magic. It’s a tricky thing, let me tell you. Well those who know magic should know, and those who don’t think it’s bollix anyway. But Wolfram and Hart? They had access to the biggest magic recourses there were. Even bigger and pan dimensional then The Council Giles hadn’t had time to boast about. Thank the lord for that, I’m damn sure I couldn’t have taken listening to him blathering on about that.
The spell was cast with ease. Who knew that creating a portal was so easy? Should’ve known that when we had this sudden urge to get to Pylea. Or out of it. Or when…. A small boy crying… blood seeping through my fingers…. A knife…flash of red hair. I blinked at the image that flashed in front of my eyes. There it was again. I had the feeling my lovely bosses, The Senior Partners, aren’t being completely on the up and up with me
( ... )
“I take it you were still talking to the other side?”
"Too bloody right I was," I said. "That Giles is a prick." I look over at the chap who's standing with the magic books.
"Another Watcher-type," I said with a groan. "So, Percy, you got any more answers than Rupes did? Cos I am really not liking this incorporeal bollocks." I fold my insubstantial arms and stare at him belligerently.
“I couldn’t agree more” I assured him when he informed me that Giles was a right prick. Well, he was. Didn’t give me the time of day when I was in Sunnydale and the moment he does contact he expects everyone to jump first and then ask how high. We’ll see how high and mighty our Mister Giles will after I’m done here
( ... )
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"It seems you'll soon be out of my hair, Spike," he said.
"Well, it's about bloody time," I said, folding my non-existent arms. "What, did that Wesley bloke reckon he could bring me back?"
"Well, perhaps," said Giles, polishing his glasses. "Or you may end up in oblivion. It's hard to say."
"Wait a -"
"Goodbye, Spike," said Giles, as I began to feel a strange pull of energy inside me. Then there was a roaring wind, and only enough time for me to shout "you bastard!" at Giles before I was sucked into something...
... And reappeared in a room that was white, ceiling to floor. Heaven? Not likely. So where the bloody hell was I?
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The spell was cast with ease. Who knew that creating a portal was so easy? Should’ve known that when we had this sudden urge to get to Pylea. Or out of it. Or when…. A small boy crying… blood seeping through my fingers…. A knife…flash of red hair. I blinked at the image that flashed in front of my eyes. There it was again. I had the feeling my lovely bosses, The Senior Partners, aren’t being completely on the up and up with me ( ... )
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"Too bloody right I was," I said. "That Giles is a prick." I look over at the chap who's standing with the magic books.
"Another Watcher-type," I said with a groan. "So, Percy, you got any more answers than Rupes did? Cos I am really not liking this incorporeal bollocks." I fold my insubstantial arms and stare at him belligerently.
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