Title: Too Much Grief 9/10
Authors: Eaglewolf & Donna (aka-Cashew)
Rating: NC-17 over all
Summary: Revenge
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Disclaimer: Joss, Fox, and everyone else in their sandbox own it.

Giles and Buffy wandered down one of Sunnydale's main streets hand in hand, expressions blank, shock had set in. They had just finished with what they'd had to do. Their hands and their clothes, stained with soil and blood. It was the quite hour, false dawn, the sky was a pearly gray, birds where waking, glorying in a new day. A car flew by them - they barely registered its passing. With a squeal of brakes, it came to a shuddering stop as the occupants began arguing furiously. The sound of the fight reached Buffy and Giles, briefly capturing Giles attention. He looked up at the car and saw the plates. Pure unadulterated rage and hatred infused his being. It was the one - the one that had started all this grief, the one that had hit Buffy and stole her from him. He let out a roar as he charged the vehicle, ripping out of Buffy's restraining grasp.

The Death Angel hovered in a doorway watching with disinterest. She was there for one purpose, to take the driver and his companion's souls to Hell. It was their time. Their reign of misery was over, now it would be their turn to know what misery was.

Giles reached the car, ripped open the door and yanked the driver out.

"Giles!" Buffy screamed, blood tears streaming down her face. "Don't." She pleaded desperately.

He ignored her, all the rage hate pain he'd felt for so long, the demon residing in him, the memories of what he'd done, 'Oh God!! What he'd done! To the people he'd considered his family. All became this bastard's fault. HE hit Buffy. HE caused all this grief.

"Hey!! What the hell!! The driver yelled. "What the fuck!!! Get your hands off me! Louise, call the police!!"

Giles morphed flashing at Louise. "If you value your worthless life, don't."

Louise screamed at the monster who held her boss. She thrust open the car door, scrambled out and ran screaming down the street. She had one second to see the semi bearing down on her before her head was exploded against the grill like an over ripe melon.

The Death Angel swooped down and gathered up Louise's pocked and marred soul, bearing it screaming into hell.

Giles threw the driver across the street, trembling with rage and hate. The man landed hard against the pavement and scrambled away shaking in fear, sobbing in terror at the monster stalking towards him.

"Giles!" Buffy screamed again to no avail. He would have his revenge on the prick who started this all. Giles reached the man who was by now crawling away. Giles casually kicked him in the back of the head, sending the driver sprawling.

"You bastard!" Giles snarled. "You hit her! You saw, you kept on going. You're filth!!!"

"NO! No!" The man moaned. "It wasn't me! I swear!" He pitifully whined.

Giles viciously kicked him in his side, grinning when he heard a rib crack. "Lying prick!" The driver screamed in pain

"Who are you?" The driver screamed.

"Just call me...death"

"NO! Giles! You can't!" Buffy sobbed from the sidewalk, knowing she couldn't stop him.

Giles whirled to Buffy, his face momentarily softening at her anguish. "Shh luv. It'll be all right. I promise." He spun around to see the driver again trying to crawl away.

"Nu uh." Giles admonished him, picking him up by the back of his neck. "Where do you think you're off to? Hmm?"

The luckless driver started whimpering, his frantic eyes searching the empty street for a weapon. He latched onto a broken beer bottle, curling his fingers around the edge of broken glass. Before he could raise it, Giles stepped down on his hand, causing the glass to slice through his fingers. The man's screams echoed down the empty street as blood poured from his hand.

"Oh? Did I do that?" Giles heartlessly asked mockingly. "Does that hurt?" He asked the whimpering driver, who had curled himself into a fetal position around his injured hand. "Hmm. Let me introduce you to a pain therapy I know." With great deliberation, Giles stomped on the back of the man's knee with enough force to shatter the kneecap.

"Aaaggggghhhhhhh! My knee! My knee! You broke my knee!"

"Oh dear lord! I do believe I did. But, you've forgotten all about your hand haven't you?"

The man sobbed pitifully, the pain excruciating. "Why?" he moaned, wiping a bloody hand across his face.

Giles snarled. "You casually destroy a life and you can ask me why? You have balls you fucking prick." Giles lifted a considering brow and ripped off the drivers pants with vampire speed. Before the man could protest or scream, Giles had his balls in his hand and not quite gently, squeezed.

The driver's eyes bulged in his sockets. "Please! Please!" He begged in between panting sobs. "Tell me what you want."

"I want my life back." Giles said quietly, pain flickering in his eyes. "Before..." He refocused on the sniveling mess before him. "Why did you just drive off?" He questioned almost absently, gradually tightening his grip.

"I..I..I" The man began to babble as his body began to jerk and twitch as tears fell in a steady stream, the pressure was unbearable.

"Why?" Giles repeated, squeezing just a little bit more.

"Because!" The driver sobbed out. "I was late!" He finally screamed. "I had to get to the airport. She was dea..." The end of the word was lost in an agonized screech as his balls exploded from the pressure of Giles grip. The driver's eyes rolled up in his head as he fainted from the agony inflicted by Giles.

Buffy covered her mouth with her hand as she sobbed uncontrollably. "Giles." She whimpered, appalled at his behavior and even more appalled that a part of her was elated that the idiot driver was being punished. That he was feeling some of the grief that they were.

Giles looked up as he heard the 'beep-beep' of a garbage truck backing up in the alley. He looked down at the offal at his feet and then looked at a dumpster a few yards away. Without hesitation he grabbed the driver by the collar and dragged him to the dumpster. With a heave and a shove, he flipped the man into the dumpster and slammed down the lid.

The reverberating metallic clank roused the driver. His first impression was of excruciating pain; the second was of movement. Not being able to comprehend what was happening and why he was in the dark, he just lay there hurting. As the world began tilting he started to babble. "No... No... What?" He heard another metallic clank and he started sliding as the world turned upside down. The driver tumbled head over heels, screaming in terror and pain. He grunted and moaned as he landed gagging as a putrid smell bombarded him from all sides. Hearing gears shifting, he painfully turned his head. Lamplight flooded in as an opening was revealed. It took his befuddled senses too many precious moments to realize where he was. By the time he figured it out, the walls started closing in on him.

Giles watched the garbage truck empty the dumpster with satisfaction. Turning, he strode towards a distraught Buffy. As he reached her side, a blood-curdling scream erupted from the bowels of the truck. As the gears finished their rotation, the scream abruptly died.

The Death Angel returned to pocket his soul and take it deep into hell where he belonged. Buffy's was not the first life he had destroyed, he'd left a long trail of misery behind him wherever he'd gone. He'd never cared a whit for anyone but himself and his soul screamed at the Angel as she delivered him to the darkest, deepest murkiest depths of hell, that he didn't deserve this, he'd done nothing wrong. The Angel moved on unwavering in her quest.

Giles smiled as he licked his fingers clean of the driver's cold blood. After all, revenge was a dish best served cold. He led Buffy away into the gathering light of day.