Title: Ripper's Justice 6/6
Author: Kate R.
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Morning and Wesley woke in a blind panic. It hurt, everything hurt, who was holding him down? ‘No please, please, no more,’ were the chaotic thoughts ripping through him. Wesley was terrified. He didn’t think he could take any more pain.
“Wes, Wes, Shhh,” He heard someone say. “It’s all right. You’re safe now. It’s okay. Really.”
“B-Buffy?” he managed to squeak out weakly. She brushed his hair off his face gently. For some reason he felt safe in her arms. Buffy wouldn’t hurt him. He was safe.
“It’s all okay now, Wes,” she said gently as she kissed his forehead. “Everything is gonna be fine. We’re gonna make those bastards pay.”
“Humans,” he whispered. Buffy stroked his hair, which was sweat-dampened from his nightmares.
“They are evil. I Slay evil. What makes Humans different from other creatures? It’s okay Wes, we’re gonna make it better. My Wesley. They wont get away with hurting you. It’s okay. You can rest now”
“My Buffy,” he replied softly. He was shocked when she bent over him and kissed him softly.
“When you get better, Wes,” she said. “When you get better. All this time and you were right there. I didn’t see you.”
“No one ever does,” he whispered. Buffy kissed his face again.
“I see you now, Wes,” she said. “I see you and you are beautiful. And I’ll make sure everyone else sees you too.”
Wesley nodded as he lay back against the bed and rested. He was so tired and he was safe. He knew he was safe.
After Wesley fell asleep again, Buffy left the room, Dawn took her place and Buffy went down to the study where a major planning session was taking place.
“I want his father,” she told Giles. “I want the person who destroyed his belief in himself.”
“You can have him, Buffy,” Ripper told her as she picked up one of Spike’ railroad Spikes. It was New Years Eve. They were finalizing their plans for the council. Buffy set the spike down and picked up a crossbow. Then he picked up a sword.
“They die for this. No one hurts My Wesley. No one,” she said.
“So, he’s your Wesley now?” Giles asked. Buffy nodded decisively.
“My. Wesley. I want them to hurt for this.”
“They will,” Angelus said as he and Spike went over their weapons. Angelus had a whip that had sharp edges. So sharp that he could decapitate someone or slit their throats depending on his mood and how hard he flicks the whip. Finally they were ready. It was just on to sunset and Wesley made himself come down the steps to stand with them.
“I want in,” he said hoarsely as he took a crossbow from the floor. He did not miss with those, which is why he never used one in Sunnydale. He feared his aim sometimes.
“You’re with me, Wes,” Buffy said. Joyce joined Xander and Spike and Dawn joined Willow and Angelus. All of them were armed to the teeth. Wesley picked up the extra crossbow bolts and followed everyone out to where there was a large black van.
“They are having their feats/party tonight,” Giles said as they pulled up outside the Complex an hour later. They walked up the steps and gained access easily enough.
“Stupid tossers,” was Spikes comment as they entered and took up strategic places. The Elders were there and Giles knew they ahd to be made aware of what was going on in the Council. At a signal from Giles, everyone moved.
Spike and Angelus tore through the crowd killing at least fifty before anyone knew they were there. They killed most indiscriminately but there were several they left alive.
Angelus was literally whipping heads and other body parts off. Spike was literally shredding people with the railroad spike while Buffy walked up behind people and broke necks. Until she got to Wes’ father. Him she dragged up to the dais where the Council Elders were. Everyone save Travers, Masters, Wes’ father, and Davis were dead. The Elders were looking on in horror as Buffy faced them with Giles on one side and Wes on the other. Behind her, guarding her back, were the others. Her family and friends.
“Who are you?” one of the elders asked. Buffy stared at them then.
“You send me out to die and you don’t know my name? I’m not shocked, sadly. What else can you expect from people who allow people like this piece of scum to abuse their own children and place Daggers of Kah-Lin in people’s souls so it solidifies 40 years later and shreds their insides. I’m Buffy, the Slayer,” she told them. “And I have issues with you people.”
“The Slayer? Here in our place?” one of the males said. Buffy snorted.
“Your place, huh? Funny. I save this world with my Merry Band. If this place I anyone’s it’s mine. And as you all are supposed to serve me, I’m firing all of you. The Slayer isn’t your puppet anymore. You saw what we just did. You wanna join the heaps on the floor? You’ll be packing up and out of here by sunset tomorrow or my boys with fangs have themselves an aged wine feast. This is the Justice Ripper decided. For what you did to Ethan and to My Wesley.
Buffy hauled Jonothan Wyndham-Pryce to his feet and took Spike’s railroad spike. She slammed it through his skull and then leaned against Wes as his cooling body hit the floor in front of the Elders.
“I’m the Slayer. You serve me. But as you can’t seem to get off your Asses and do your jobs, you are fired. You need me. Not the other way around. Get the hell out! Come on guys,” she said walking away form the affronted faces, “We have a world to save. Lets go do our job.”
In the distance, bells told Midnight. The dawn of a new year. The Council had fallen. Ripper’s Justice was complete.
Fin.