DISCLAIMER: The Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel characters are the property of Mutant Enemy, Joss Whedon, and Fox Studios. The story contents are the creation and property of Djinn and are copyright (c) 2001 by Djinn. This story is Rated PG-13.
Angels of Stone
by Djinn
Diaz was sitting in his
favorite restaurant just outside of the fifth ring of Nedrular
when he got the call.
"You're back on,"
his superior said.
"That's
impossible." He smiled at the
waitress and pointed to his glass. She
reached for the bottle and came over.
"I'm telling you it's
not. Get back here now." The other angel's voice was not happy.
Diaz shook his head in regret
as the server tried to refill his drink.
"Sorry, Salah, duty calls."
She frowned. "Duty?
Another was called so soon? But I
thought..."
"You and me
both." He winked out.
"About time you got
here." Caliel
looked up from his monitor.
"I can't believe another
slayer was called this quick. What
happened to Faith?"
"Nothing, she's still
safely in jail. Gloria just reported
in."
"Then why am I
here?"
Caliel pointed at the monitor. They both stared in horror as Buffy tried to
escape from her coffin.
Diaz finally found his
voice. "But how? I saw her settled. She was safe."
"Ritual of Osiris."
"Damn. Like I didn't tell Isis that spell would be
nothing but trouble in the long run."
"As if she'd listen to
you. Or me. Or any of us lesser beings."
"Gods," Diaz
agreed. He took another look in the
mirror. "I've really got to get
down there."
Caliel nodded.
"I used to envy you being the guardian of slayers. But not this time. Not this time at all."
Just before he winked out,
Diaz asked, "Who was powerful enough to do this?"
"Willow," he heard
as he materialized in the Sunnydale cemetery. "Willow," he repeated. That one bore watching. He sent a thought to Tayna.
"I'm here," the
other angel's voice was subdued, as she appeared at his side. They trailed behind Buffy as she walked
across the cemetery lawn.
"Shouldn't you be with
your charge?"
"She's safely lost in
the woods. Korint
convinced Xander that he was following the North Star."
"What's going on here, Tayna?"
"The spell of
Osiris."
"I know. But why?" He looked over at Buffy. She'd stopped, was looking around
helplessly. He stepped behind her and
put his hands on her shoulder.
"You're okay," he whispered.
Buffy started walking again.
"Is she okay?" Tayna looked
skeptical. "She looks pretty messed
up."
"She was yanked out of
the afterlife. She just clawed her way out
of her coffin. How do you think she
should look?"
Tayna held up her hands.
"Sorry, my mistake."
"How could you let this
happen?" Diaz hadn't felt such
anger in a long time.
"I couldn't
interfere. You know that."
"You could have told us
what she was planning. You had to
know. Even if you were sleeping through
most of this assignment."
Tayna flushed.
"That's not fair."
"She had to kill an
innocent creature. She had to lure it to
her and stab it and bleed it. You
weren't watching that? You didn't think
that was important enough to tell us?"
"I never thought she'd
pull it off. It's a hard ritual. Nobody does it right."
"Well somebody just did,
and she's"—he pointed with his chin toward Buffy—"paying the
price."
Tayna suddenly looked to her left. "Tara's found Willow. I have to go."
"You see her doing
something like this again, something this dark, you tell me."
"I will. I'm sorry." Tayna disappeared.
Buffy tripped and fell hard
on the grass. She sat dazed. Her mouth was moving, but no sound came out.
Diaz knelt beside her and put
his arms around her. "It's all
right, Buffy. I'm here."
She didn't move. She couldn't feel him. Not in any normal way.
"Everything's going to
be fine. I know this is strange for
you. This isn't what was intended. But you're back and we have to make the best
of it. You have to go on. There's just no choice."
She got up slowly. He stayed near her, trying to warn her when
the demons got too close. But his voice
wasn't loud enough to keep her from watching the demons destroy the robot. He couldn't prevent her scream of horror, or
agony. But he understood it. He'd screamed it himself, his first few times
in this job.
When she fled, he ran beside
her. When she came to the alley, he saw
her hesitate. Using the only voice that
a human could hear, the one that guardians were only allowed to use in times of
greatest danger, he said, "Up and over."
She vaulted the fence easily,
leaving the demon behind, and running into her friends. Diaz nodded at the other angels hovering
around the humans. Korint
appeared slightly sheepish. Marisca leaned closer to Tara. Nathaniel looked over from where he stood
behind Anya. Tayna
just looked away.
He realized he was allowing
himself to get distracted. He focused on
Buffy and saw her recognize the demon coming up behind them. He could feel her fear, could sense that she
wanted to run. But there was nowhere to
go. The demon made short work of her friends'
resistance.
Diaz leaned in close to
Buffy. "Fight him."
She rose unsteadily. Walked over to the demon. He taunted her. Hit her hard.
"Fight him," Diaz said
again.
And she did. She fought them all. She was still the slayer. He had worried about that a bit. But even disoriented and traumatized she was
the most magnificent charge he'd ever had.
And he'd had a lot of
them. All of them in fact. All the slayers since the first. Until the day Buffy had died for the first
time. He'd waited for her, prepared to
escort her soul back to the land of the dead.
All the time feeling the call from the new Slayer, Kendra. But then Xander had revived Buffy, and her
soul had sped back to her body. Diaz had
felt the momentary confusion among his peers.
Finally Gloria had been dispatched to take over
as the other slayer's guardian, allowing Kendra's original angel to find
himself a new, less momentous, charge.
Gloria had moved on to Faith when Kendra died. Diaz had honestly not known if Buffy's second
death would call another slayer or not.
But it hadn't. He had been off
the hook until, he'd assumed, Faith died and he and Gloria figured out who'd
watch the slayers from then on.
He followed Buffy as she ran
from her friends. Tried to keep her off
the tower but couldn't reach her.
"Sandor, where's
Dawn?" The slayer's sister was more
sensitive to her guardian. She'd been
part of their world for too long not to know the sound of their voices, even if
she no longer recognized them consciously.
"She's coming,"
Dawn's guardian answered.
"She needs to
hurry."
"She is hurrying."
Diaz caught up to Buffy as
she climbed the last bit to the top of the tower. She stood at the edge, staring down. Down at oblivion.
"Don't jump," he said,
trying to put his heart into the sentiment.
But he knew his voice wasn't very convincing. She deserved rest. She deserved peace. And peace lay down there, far below. On the pavement.
But Dawn arrived in time and
managed to get through to her. They got
off the tower. But it was a long
fall. He worried for Dawn. But she seemed fine.
"She's strong,"
Sandor's voice was close.
"Apparently so,"
Diaz replied as they followed the sisters home. They watched as Dawn cleaned Buffy up, got
her changed into something more normal.
They heard a new voice behind them.
"Oh, this should be
interesting."
Diaz turned, spotted
Natalia. She'd been with her charge for
years. Many, many years. "He's downstairs?"
She nodded as Dawn pushed her
way downstairs.
They
both followed Buffy. Diaz whispered,
"Be careful." Natalia grinned
and murmured, "Love him." Diaz
glared at her, but then he saw the vampire's face as Spike realized what he was
looking at. So many emotions in such a
short space of time. He watched the
slayer and the vampire together. Diaz
didn't approve, and yet...
His reverie was broken as the
others burst in, followed by their angels.
The living room was suddenly very crowded. And very loud. Spike stormed out. Dawn yelled at them. Buffy spoke softly. Finally Diaz
followed Buffy up to bed.
She stood for the longest
time, staring at her room.
"Sleep," he said.
She looked at the pictures
and seemed to see something, something that frightened her a bit. He sensed an evil around, something not quite
right. But there was nothing
visible. Not yet anyway.
"Sleep," he said
again. She finally got undressed and
slid under the covers. He stood over
her, watching as she fell asleep. Guarding
her. As he always had, as he always
would. That was his job.
Epilogue:
Unknown to Diaz, several
miles and many dimensions away, Sandor and Caliel
were arguing.
"Why can't I tell
him?" Sandor asked.
"The time isn't
right." Caliel
looked at the monitor. Dawn lay sleeping
peacefully.
"But she's a
slayer. He should have been her
guardian, unless..."
Caliel's expression tightened.
Sandor gasped, "You
knew. You knew this would happen? That Buffy would be brought back?"
"I may have had an
inkling."
"Is that why the powers
never activated Dawn? Because Buffy was
coming back? And then there would have
been..." he trailed off, horrified.
"Three slayers. Go ahead and say it." Caliel pulled out a
scroll and began to read. "And the
forces of darkness and light shall mass.
Humans on the side of evil.
Demons on the side of good. Spawn
of both and neither in the middle. No
reason. No sense. Just war.
And utter destruction."
Sandor finished for him,
"And you shall know the time by the triple incarnation of the Chosen
One."
Caliel nodded.
"No one must know about Dawn being a slayer. No one.
Now return to your charge."
Sandor bowed his head. "I serve the powers," he said as he
disappeared.
"As did I once upon a
time." Caliel
said a few words to the monitor and it loaded the Ebay
home page. He began to erase all links
to his account. In a few moments, no one
would ever know that he was registered as a desert gnome, or that he had sold
the only remaining Urn of Osiris to an ex-demon from Sunnydale. Once the traces of his interference were
obliterated, he spoke again and the monitor cleared, then filled with
mist.
"Caliel? Is it done?
Three slayers now exist on the Earth?"
"They do." Caliel allowed himself
a smile. "And the witch is poised
on the abyss. You have only to woo her
gently."
The mist thickened. "I am pleased. You shall be rewarded greatly when the battle
is over."
"I serve the
powers."
"Yes," the voice
was amused. "But which ones, Caliel?"
"I think you know that
by now. You will activate the third
slayer?"
"Not just yet, my
friend. Not just yet." The screen went dark.
Caliel put the scroll away and prepared to return to
Earth. He was still a guardian despite
his high rank, and he needed to make sure his charge didn't do anything
foolish. She really wasn't cooperating
with the gift he had given her. But then
pregnant vampires were always so testy.
FIN