"Spring Will Be A Little Late This Year..."

"Spring Will Be A Little Late This Year..." Parts III, IV

"Spring Will Be A Little Late This Year...”

Summary: In the last days of 1880, betrayal and tragedy have their way with Cicely the Vampire Slayer. 

("But Cicely wasn't.  And Halfreck.” Now, now Joss never confirmed that Cicely wasn't or that Haly was.  Besides you're in the Cicelyverse AU now.  And to read up on how Haly took Cicely's form that night, the plot against William, etc.   )

Disclaimer: Joss, you left the gap, I exploit it.  But the Buffy stuff's all yours and ME's. 

Archived at the Buffy Rebecca verse

Part III. 

"Lovely hat, miss.” the young-looking 'woman' smiled at Cicely.   "I've been unable to keep with the latest fashion, is it new?  Might I feel the material, just a touch?” she approached slowly from where she'd halted on being introduced by her escort, old Sid, a warm smile on her face.  Staring intently at the clearly exhausted Cicely. 

"Thank you.  It's from last season.  And stay where you are.  If you come any closer I will have to consider it an attack.”

Eygo giving the female a narrow stare.  Which, owing to the facial fur went unnoticed.  Though her tensing and growl.  Did not. 

"Jerry.” Sid hissed to his companion, sensing her tensing for a strike.   "We're on our honor here.  And this is the Slayer you've heard tell of.  She's giving us a fair chance for a little information.  Now bes a good girl.”

A sullen look appeared briefly on the girl's lovely features.  Fading quickly back to the beaming smile like the professional actress she'd once been, she halted.   "All right, Sid.  Sorry, miss.  What is it you want to know?”

"You've seen Drusilla, of the Angelus clan, and her mate, around here?  The other night or recently?”

"Lord, I should say so.” Geraldine nodded, relaxing a bit.  So she's just after a prestige kill, eh? 

"When?  Where?”

"Tonight, miss.  They were still in the back north until an hour or so ago.  But miss!” she called as Cicely hopped to her feet and pulling her stake, heading north .  Whirling back at the vampiress' call. 

"They's left, miss.  Headed for the seaside, looking for a boat to the Continent, I think.”

London.  Just outside the club where Levinson and Foxcroft had held their meeting. 

"Mr. Levinson, I presume?” a voice addressed Jonathan as he waited for a carriage back to his rooms. 

"Mr. Farris?” Jonathan stared at the tall, white-haired man.  Who seemed a bit anxiety-ridden for the gentle scholar of antiquities he'd encountered at Cicely's a few times while pursuing his hopeful though hopeless quest of Miss Addams.