Beatrix Kiddo: Watcher AssassinAuthor:
This one is teen. Spoilers:
Through BtVS, Season 7, and Kill Bill 1 and 2Disclaimer:
I so totally own these works of fiction! Bow Down! *Doctor's Note: Patient exhibits delusions of grandeur and any claims of ownership are pure fantasy. No harm is meant. Seriously, it's better than her throwing rocks at people.* Author's Note:
Okay, so I shouldn't start another story, but I've had parts of this story sitting around for a couple years.
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Beatrix eyed her target, Rupert Giles. After spending two years learning about and studying the man, it had come down to this. Through the surveillance camera, she studied him, watching as he prepared for his own wedding, nervously tying, untying, and retying his bow tie.
As soon as Rupert Giles stepped into the church, his life would be in her hands, his fate sealed. Looking away from her computer screen, Beatrix began armoring herself, preparing for what would be the most difficult day of her life.
* * * * * * * * * *Two Years Earlier...
Beatrix awoke quickly, B.B.'s scream propelling her into action. She ran from her room into B.B.'s, the door open as it had been since her daughter had started having the nightmares six months ago. Every night, B.B. woke up screaming.
Carefully, she stood at her daughter's bedside, careful to avoid touching B.B. The first time Beatrix had woken up to the sound of B.B.'s screams, she'd rushed in and clasped her daughter's arms, shaking her awake. Beatrix had ended up with a sprained wrist after landing on and breaking B.B.'s dresser.
"B.B., wake up," she commanded, raising her voice above B.B.'s whimpers. Beatrix turned on the bedroom light, repeating her command as B.B. slowly pulled herself out of her nightmare.
"Mommy?" she asked, sniffling.
Beatrix sat on the bed and pulled her into her arms. B.B. broke down again, sobbing while occasionally muttering words about monsters and girls and death.
Tears pricked Beatrix's eyes as she soothed her daughter. She had no idea what was wrong with her baby girl and for the first time in a long time, she felt helpless.
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Beatrix was drawn away from her breakfast when doorbell rang. B.B. sat at the table, munching on her cereal, humming as she wriggled around in her chair. Luckily, she was so young, so resilient, that her nightmares didn't seem to effect her waking hours. Dropping a kiss onto her daughter's head, Beatrix answered the door.
A bespectacled man in his mid to late fifties stood at the door, his posture tense. Their house was at the end of a winding road, the nearest house a mile away. Life in their quiet Oregon town was occasionally boring, but they were safe.
"Good morning, Ms. King, my name is Rupert Giles," he said, addressing Beatrix by her assumed name. "I'm here to speak to you about your daughter."
Beatrix narrowed her eyes. "What about my daughter?"
"May I come in?"
"What is this about?"
"This isn't really something we should discuss in the open," Giles said.
"Fine." Beatrix didn't utter an invitation, but simply moved to the side.
"B.B.?" she called.
B.B. ran into the living room, her dark eyes immediately studying Giles.
"B.B., go downstairs," Beatrix ordered.
B.B.'s stare turned into a glare, eyes still fixed on Giles, but she followed her mother's instructions and ran downstairs to the panic room in their basement.
"So, what do you want?" Beatrix asked.
"I know what's wrong with your daughter, why she has nightmares. And I also know who you really are, Ms. Kiddo."
For a split second, there was silence, then Giles found himself slammed against the door, his arms twisted up behind his back.
"If you know who I am, then you also know that I can kill you in one second flat; talk."
"Ms. Kiddo, your daughter is a slayer, she has a destiny. I can help her. But if I die, you'll prove our worst fears true and your daughter will be removed from this house by force," he wheezed out. "At this point, all I want to do is give you information."
Beatrix released him quickly. Giles collapsed into a nearby chair, then began speaking without prompting.
"For the past six months, your daughter has been different. She's stronger, faster, and she's been having nightmares," he said, eying her cautiously.
Beatrix kept her gaze stony, giving away nothing.
Sighing, Giles decided to change tactics.
"Ms. Kiddo, do you believe in vampires?" he asked.
"I've killed two."
Giles raised his eyebrows in surprise, then chuckled. "Somehow, I'm not exactly shocked. Ms. Kiddo, I pity anything or anyone that tries to challenge you. But the fact that you know of vampires make this easier. Thousands of years ago, a group of men forced a demonic essence into a young girl, giving her the strength and speed necessary to destroy demons, becoming the first slayer. From then until now, each time one slayer died, another would gain the power, and each time, an organization called the Watcher's Council would take the girl from her family and transform her into a weapon. Your daughter is one of the newest."
"You're not taking my daughter away from me."
"We have no intention of doing so. The Watcher's Council has been destroyed; we're attempting to rebuild it so that it no longer controls the slayers, but supports them."
"But you still want to take my daughter."
"Your daughter needs to learn how to be a slayer. And I meant it when I said that she is one of the newest. Slayers used to be called one at a time. But six months ago, that changed. Now there are thousands of slayers. She can have friends who are slayers, she can have a support team."
"And if she doesn't want to be a slayer?" Beatrix asked.
"As long as she doesn't hurt humans, she can do whatever she pleases. But she needs to learn about being a slayer before she going out on her own because she can no longer control the urge to hunt."
"You have special rules about not killing humans?"
"Correct," Giles said firmly. "Slayers are natural predators; given their history, duty and demonic origin, they need to have a clear line in order to keep them from being consumed by the darkness."
Beatrix was silent for a moment. "You said that if I killed you, I'd be proving your worst fears right."
"We know that you were an assassin, one of the best in the world. Yet you never killed children, never killed families. You were still a murderer, but you had a sense of honor, a code that you lived by. Up until seven years ago, you went by the code name 'Black Mamba.' Almost seven years ago, you disappeared and were living under the assumed name of Arlene Machiavelli. The day before your wedding, your entire wedding party was gunned down, as were you. Your daughter was born and raised by her father, an assassin by the name of Bill. Four years later, you woke up and sought vengeance. But again, you didn't go after their families or friends, only those that harmed your or deliberately stood in your way. Because of your history, B.B.'s fate has been highly contested among the counsel. Some feel she should be removed from your influence."
"I haven't worked as an assassin in almost seven years."
"I know; that's one of the few facts in your favor. But your daughter still needs to be trained to fight as a Slayer."
"I can train her," Beatrix countered.
"You are undoubtedly a skilled fighter, but can you teach her to fight against vampires? To identify and fight a Polgara demon? To take on a group of opponents stronger and faster than she is? There are things that your daughter will face that you have no concept of. If she comes to our school, we'll teach her what she needs to know and she'll be surrounded by others like her. And as long as you continue to live as you do now, you'd be welcome to come along."
Beatrix crossed her arms. "I'll need time to think this through."
"Of course." Giles opened his brief case and pulled out a folder. "Here, this is the information on our school and the programs we run. Please think it over."
Giles stood and walked to the door. "Ms. Kiddo, we have all made mistakes, and as such, we do believe in redemption and the notion that people can change for the better. We have no plans to take B.B. so you as long as you continue to provide a positive influence."
Giles opened the door and left. Beatrix didn't call B.B. back upstairs until his car had disappeared down the road.
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