Title: Ripper's Justice 2/6
Author: Kate R.
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Giles Estate, 16 hours later:
Ripper was the first of his group awake. He was more used to jet lag. Ethan was still curled against him though so he didn't move. It was nice to visit home every now and then. His father had opened the door for him and his gang immediately. Having rooms made up for everyone so they could rest, making sure the windows in Angel and Spike's rooms were covered. He said nothing about Xander being with Spike or Willow being with Angel. He had a room each made up for Buffy and Dawn and Joyce and gave Ripper his old room for him and Ethan. Ethan who now curled up against his side and slept deeply. Well, not really as he could sense him starting to wake.
The two of them went down to the living room in the late afternoon sun after showering and dressing.
"Rupert, Ethan," he said. "Sleep well?"
"Fine," Giles said. Still speaking with his harsher accent. "Slept just bloody grand. Got anything to eat?"
"Ripper," Ethan chided softly. "This is your father's house. Ask like a human, not an animal."
"Sorry, father," Ripper said contritely. "Do you have anything to eat? Ethan and I slept fine."
"Plenty to eat in the kitchen. I believe Marjorie has made your favorites." Arthur Giles said with a gentle smile. Watching Rupert with Ethan made him smile. Rupert--- Ripper had made all the difference in Ethan Rayne. He'd saved the man from a painful death, all because he loved him. That, Arthur had known, was the only way to remove the dagger. The person had to be loved. And Rupert had dearly loved Ethan.
Ripper looked up as he heard Angel's footsteps descending the stairs. The dark vampire appeared dressed in Modern Day Angelus. Leather pants, velvet shirt, black boots, pendent, and belt with silver buckle. All in all, he looked dangerous. Ripper smiled.
"Nice," he said. "You have the other outfit for when we confront them?"
"You know it Ripper," Angelus said. And Ripper could hear in his voice, it -was- Angelus who spoke. He and Angel had finally found common ground. "These are my 'Scare the living piss out of them' clothes."
"Can we work on what we're going to do?" Arthur asked. He knew all the people Rupert, no Ripper, had brought with him; His Slayer, her mother and sister, her friends Willow and Alexander, the two vampires, Spike and Angelus. And Ethan. Always Ethan. Arthur smiled as the dark haired Englishman leaned against his son. If there was anyone made for Rupert, it was Ethan.
"I was gonna suggest Angelus here stalk 'em along with Xander, the hyena spirit could unnerve them to say the least, with its laughter." Ripper said. Arthur heard the harsher accent in his son's speech and it pleased him. Dear Rupert had finally realized he didn't have to give up one for the other.
"I'm all for stalking the bastards," Angelus/Angelus said. "Nothing I ever did come close to what they did to Ethan."
"Well, you get your wish, Angelus," Arthur said. "The Council is in session trying to figure out what to do about Ripper. Nice touch with your dagger my son," Arthur said. "And you are quite correct Angelus. Nothing you did in your life equals what they did to Ethan. You at least killed your victims in a reasonable amount of time. Ethan has suffered for more than thirty years of torment from that dagger."
"Then justice is called for," Ripper said. "And we'll be givin' it out."
Watcher's Council HQ:
"Jonathan? Has he answered you yet?" Quentin Travers asked as he looked into the small, dark cell where their prisoner was. Jonathan Wyndham-Pryce shook his head. Wesley had yet to say anything about why he had not reported what Travers wanted him to report in his brief time in Sunnydale. Even with the sensory deprivation, he would not tell them beyond calling them spineless cowards.
"We need him to break Jonathan," Travers said. "We need him destroyed or he will tell the Elders what he really saw in Sunnydale and they will believe him."
"Little bastard never could do anything right. Reminds me of Rayne. Never could keep his mouth shut that one. Or do any of another small, easy to do things. No wonder he lived in that cage. You go a round with Wesley and see how far you get with him. You might have better luck."
In his cell, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce cringed as he heard the key in the lock. Round 10 of lets silence Wesley was about to start. And he feared who would come through the door this time. His father had had enough fun with him. Now who would get to beat him into the ground? But Wesley had sworn he would not break. He would not give in to theses bastards.
"Hello Wesley," the voice of Quentin Travers said. And he froze in fear.
"Oh, God," he whispered. Then the door closed and there was only the darkness again. A few moments later, a scream of pure agony was heard form Wesley's cell. And Jonathan Wyndham-Pryce smiled coldly. Wesley was getting what he deserved in that man's eyes for defying them all.