Rupert Giles

ethan—rayne:

eyghons:

“Careful? Careful? Oh, I’ll be bloody careful all right.” He backed up, grabbing the baseball bat he’d been saving, and raised it before taking a solid swing at the man’s knees, hearing a sickening crack of wood against bone. 

“I’m never too old to make you suffer, Ethan.” 

Ethan groaned as the bat connected with his knees, falling down on the cold concrete floor. The pain coursing through him made his head swim. “Well, it only seems fair I guess,” he said through gritted teeth. “I make your girlfriend suffer, you make me suffer. How noble,” he said mockingly. He figured he was probably asking to get hit again, but he wasn’t about to go down without some last taunting words. It wasn’t his style. “Maybe from now on you’ll take my warnings more seriously, Ripper. I told you to keep an eye on your girlfriend. You didn’t and look what happened.” He managed to give Giles a cruel smirk before his face contorted with pain again. 

Giles glowered down at Ethan. “So you figure my not ‘keeping an eye’ necessitated you quite possibly traumatizing her for the rest of her bloody life!?” Giles’ breaths increased in their heaviness as he raised the bat again. 

“Don’t worry, Ethan, you won’t be giving me any warnings for a good long while.” 

Giles brought down the bat in a graceful arch as the wood collided with Ethan’s face, once, only once. That singular gesture followed in quick succession by Giles breaking his hands, pulverizing the bones, shattering them to pieces. 

Once finished he dropped the bat, it clunked loudly onto the floor and rolled several feet away, leaving a slight trail of blood behind it. 

“Let’s go home, Jenny.” Giles said softly, looking over at her. 

ethan—rayne:

eyghons:

“You—” It didn’t take Giles but a moment to stride over, readily grabbing Ethan by the throat, flicking open his pocket knife, which had a fairly impressive blade, and giving it just enough pressure that the wound he inflicted on the man’s throat weeped a little bit of blood onto the blade. 

“Give me one bloody reason why I shouldn’t slit your throat right now.” His eyes were bright, and dangerous, his overall demeanor somewhat eerily calm. “You know, rape is fairly low, even for you, Ethan. You and I both know the only way you could get shagged is to force yourself on someone, so there is that.” 

“Actually,” He said, flicking his blade closed. “I think I’ve had a change of heart.” Within the next moment Giles recoiled his fist and punched Ethan solidly in the face. 

Ethan laughed at Giles’s reaction, but did a quick intake of air when he felt the knife at his throat, the sharp blade pressing into his skin. It stung faintly, and he suspected that some amount of blood had been drawn. 

“Careful, Ripper,” he taunted, “I can see a bit of the old you coming out.” Well, he had certainly pissed off Giles. Even if this all hadn’t gone exactly according to his original plan, at least he still got results. His thoughts were interrupted by Giles’s fist slamming into his face. “Ouch,” he said, shaking his head. “And here I was thinking you were getting too old for that.” 

“Careful? Careful? Oh, I’ll be bloody careful all right.” He backed up, grabbing the baseball bat he’d been saving, and raised it before taking a solid swing at the man’s knees, hearing a sickening crack of wood against bone. 

“I’m never too old to make you suffer, Ethan.” 

ethan—rayne:

eyghons:

“It’s all right, I understand completely.” He backed up slightly just to give her some room, his eyes still somewhat filled with worry for her. Now, it was just a matter of waiting for Ethan to show up. He wouldn’t wait unprepared, however. 

“Jenny, would you mind if I put a protection spell on you, just so Ehan won’t be able to try anything? I know that magicks seem to be his go-to with things like this, sadly. There may not be time for it but I wouldn’t want to do it without your permission first. We’ll get out of here as soon as we can…I intend on beating Ethan into the next sodding century for what that prat did to you.” He sighed, running a few fingers through his hair worriedly. 

Ethan returned home much earlier than he had expected. He found a car in his driveway, which was odd, but he didn’t let it bother him. He went inside and upon entering the kitchen, found that the door to the basement was open. He frowned and went down the stairs. He was a little surprised to find Giles in the basement with Jenny. He didn’t know how he had found her, but didn’t really care either.

“Well well well,” he said, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. “What have we here?” He smirked. “The knight in shining armor, come to rescue the damsel in distress. How sweet.” He didn’t find it sweet so much as annoying. He could always count on Giles to ruin his plans. “Hello, Ripper. Awfully nice of you to drop by.” His voice was taunting, a hint of cruel laughter in his eyes. He tossed a smirk in Jenny’s direction, his eyes scanning up and down her half-naked, bruised body before returning back to Giles.“I must say, I didn’t expect to see you so soon. But I can work with it. And I gotta say, Ripper, your little girlfriend is a great shag. I always did admire your taste in women.”  

“You—” It didn’t take Giles but a moment to stride over, readily grabbing Ethan by the throat, flicking open his pocket knife, which had a fairly impressive blade, and giving it just enough pressure that the wound he inflicted on the man’s throat weeped a little bit of blood onto the blade. 

“Give me one bloody reason why I shouldn’t slit your throat right now.” His eyes were bright, and dangerous, his overall demeanor somewhat eerily calm. “You know, rape is fairly low, even for you, Ethan. You and I both know the only way you could get shagged is to force yourself on someone, so there is that.” 

“Actually,” He said, flicking his blade closed. “I think I’ve had a change of heart.” Within the next moment Giles recoiled his fist and punched Ethan solidly in the face. 

redheadedwiccan:

“Steve Jobs didn’t keep up with tech the way Willow, does,” Xander answered looking around for something to stir his coffee with.  He picked up a wand then thought the better of it and set it back down.  Finally he shrugged and just swirled the coffee around in the cup to mix the cream in.

“It’s a job,” Xander shrugged.  ”A job where I get to be foreman mind you, but…”  He was quiet for a few minutes.  ”Anyone else think it’s weird that just a little while ago, this place was a giant crater in the ground?  Why would the government want to set this place right back up when almost everyone had to evacuate.  I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad so many people are back from death—that’s amazing but…” He sighed. “I still have a big lingering but.”

Willow strides in the back door and looks around, surprised to see Xander and Giles both there. She places her mocha on the counter, drops her purse behind the cashier’s desk and walks over to grab a chocolate frosted doughnut. “Wow! What’s with the party? I thought I was opening this morning?” Biting into the doughnut, getting frosting all over her upper lip. She suddenly gets slightly excited as she tries to speak with her mouth half-full, “There’s not something evil brewing is there?”

“Good morning, Willow! Sadly, the only evil brewing is in my own mind this morning, apparently. Not only can I not turn on a computer to work spreadsheets, I somehow imagined that Xander was juggling glass jars of eyeballs yesterday, which I actually had to clean up this morning…I’m hoping that we don’t have a rat infestation, however, the jury is out in regards to my sanity.” Giles chuckled a bit, finishing off his doughnut and washing it down with a swig of his coffee. 

“You seem quite bright-eyed and bushy tailed this morning, Willow. Anything going on you’d like to share?” Giles smiled to her then before taking another sip of his coffee. He could feel the caffeine starting to take hold of his nervous system, making him more alert and focused as he vaguely thought about what they day ahead may bring. 

(Source: foriamxander, via redheadedwiccan-deactivated2013)

jenny-calendar:

Jenny shook her head when Giles held the piece of orange out to her. “Not hungry,” she muttered, wiping the tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand. She felt ill. She knew eating would probably be a good thing, as Ethan had hardly given her any food while she had been here, but at the moment, food was about the last thing she wanted. 

She couldn’t help but flinch and shrink away when he reached out to stroke her hair. She foreced herself to relax, however. This was Rupert, he wasn’t going to hurt her. She was safe now. “Sorry,” she muttered, averting her eyes, ashamed of her reaction. She shook her head again at the prospect of water. She didn’t want to eat or drink anything. Not here, anyway. The basement and the memories associated with it made her want to throw up. “I just want to go home,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s all right, I understand completely.” He backed up slightly just to give her some room, his eyes still somewhat filled with worry for her. Now, it was just a matter of waiting for Ethan to show up. He wouldn’t wait unprepared, however. 

“Jenny, would you mind if I put a protection spell on you, just so Ehan won’t be able to try anything? I know that magicks seem to be his go-to with things like this, sadly. There may not be time for it but I wouldn’t want to do it without your permission first. We’ll get out of here as soon as we can…I intend on beating Ethan into the next sodding century for what that prat did to you.” He sighed, running a few fingers through his hair worriedly. 

(Source: ethan--rayne)