Title: Ripper's Justice 3/6
Author: Kate R.
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Arthur Giles' Estate:
Ripper looked into the study where Ethan was sitting on the floor in the center of a circle with a candle and a picture of Travers. Giles wondered what he was doing until he heard the chant and it made him chuckle.
"Clumsy, Fall.
Clumsy, Trip.
Clumsy, Clumsy,
Break your Hip."
"That's a new one Ethan," Ripper said as he watched Ethan dismiss the circle. Ethan shrugged.
"Seemed like a lark. Can't possibly hurt him too much," Ethan mused. Ripper chuckled and laid a kiss on Ethan's neck.
"True, it really can't," Ripper said. "A broken hip is the least of what I want to do to that man."
"It's a new feeling for me Ripper. I didn't have to gather strength for a day to do this spell. And I have to admit, I enjoyed making the spell up again. I haven't done that in so long."
Ripper chuckled and kissed Ethan gently. "We'll get ya more fun soon luv. Angelus is startin' his game tonight. We'll scare em before we kill em."
"Sounds fun Rip," Ethan said as he looked over his working. It pleased him. He knew the spell would work. Fr now though, Ripper wanted to play. This would be fun of another kind.
Near the Watcher's Council H.Q.:
They'd been waiting for their prey for a few hours. Angel and Xander. Waiting to begin their hunt and their terror game. Angel could still feel Angelus' rage at what had been done to Ethan. Angelus didn't even know the sorcerer and he was enraged. So enraged he spoke to Angel, to ask to allow him to help in this.
*There! * Angelus' voice sounded in his mind. *Follow that one. He's got a scent on him we know! *
Angel pointed out the man to Xander and they began to stalk him. Angel didn't understand what Angelus meant by 'A scent we know' but he was sure he'd be finding out real soon. He gave a silent cue to Xander and the teen tipped his head back and bark/laughed like a hyena. Angel grinned seeing the man's reaction to the laughter from the darkness. It echoed around the dark streets they were following him through. Angel and Xander followed to the man's house where the wind shifted in the opposite direction and he suddenly smelled what it was that Angelus had meant. The Scent they knew. It slammed into him with the force of a wrecking ball and it was layered.
Pain/Fear/Pain/Hurt/Agony/Rape/Fear.
It was a scent that did not belong in England. The man it belonged to had said he was going to LA for a few weeks just before this had started. In all the confusion about Ethan, they had lost sight of the fact that Wesley had never called to tell them he'd arrived.
The growl that came from his throat frightened the man more than Xander's laughter had and they decided enough for tonight. Angel touched Xander and led him back to Giles. The others needed to know. Wesley was in England. And the scent from the man had not been at all good. It had slammed Angel like a two-by four in the head, Pain/Fear/Pain/Hurt/Agony/Rape/Fear. Just the things to set Angelus off. Oh, yes, someone was going to die for this. Wesley was Clan, Family, and Pack, as Xander would say. Like Ethan. There would be Blood for this outrage.
Angel led Xander back to the Giles' Estate, his rage a palpable, burning thing that backed Xander off from asking anything. Angel was gone, had left the building. Stalking next to Xander/Hyena/Soldier was Angelus the Butcher, Scourge of Europe.
Someone or several someone were going to have hell to pay.