“Everything is proceeding as you planned, my lord.” reported Puck. “I have a vial of a Master’s blood.”
“Excellent,” Nefarium, his master, resounded. “My quake should send the Slayer your way. Soon I will have a gateway to the earth realm and access to a Hellmouth.”
“Yes, in a short time all realms will fall under your rule.” Puck said. “And maybe this damn curse of mine will be lifted.”
“So the once mighty Puck misses the taste of death, eh?” Nefarium taunted.
“This curse sucks. No torture, no killing, this Empath curse has made my existence a pain in the ass.” he answered.
“Don’t worry my servant. Things will be changing soon enough.”
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“Jeez, Giles! A bus!?! I’d rather ride in your prehistoric car!” Buffy exclaimed.
“I’m sorry Buffy, but it was the only way I could get that nasty troll to approve our trip.” Giles responded.
“Riding a bus isn’t so bad.” Willow interjected. “ I mean it’s a not so hard to sleep on a bus a-and we can pack plenty of stuff on it.”
“I second that. Cases of junk food in the back and not an authority figure in sight.” Xander added.
“May I remind you, Xander, that this a not just some vacation from school. We are investigating a potentially dangerous matter.” Giles objected.
“I hear ya, G-man, but can’t we a some fun while trying to saving the world?” Xander asked.
“I give up.” Giles sighed as we went over to pack some of his books for the trip.
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“Damn! I HATE the desert. It’s so bloody hot and sunny. Turn up the A/C, Jake!” Spike was not in the best of moods.
“Master, I’m hungry can we stop soon?” one of his minions whined.
“Quit your whinin’ before I push you out of this van and out in the sun!” Spike snapped back. He was a bit hungry himself. “We’ll be stopping for at the next truck stop.” It had been a while since he had something greasy. *It’d be a welcome change from that vegetarian cuisine Dru’s into right now.*
Speaking of his sweetheart, Dru was in another one of her deep sleeps in the converted bed in the back. She’d been doing at of sleeping recently. *Maybe some Slayer blood will help fix whatever is wrong with her.* Spike hoped. Things just hadn’t been the same with Dru sick/or whatever.
“Spike, here we are... Shorty’s Grub, Gas, and Go.” Jake said excitedly--he had not been south since his turning.
“Nice. There’s even a canopy over the gas pumps. Dru, wake up. It’s time for lunch.” said Spike.
While all of this was going on, a security guard by the name of Frank Douglas had the misfortune of walking on the conversation in the “Gateway Room.” Armed with his trusty flashlight he proceeded.
“Hey who are you? You’re not supposed to be in here. What are you do--” he demanded, right before his body was flung against the wall.
“Silence!” the creature demanded and then doubled over in pain. “Damn this curse!” he mumbled. “You should feel lucky, mortal, that I cannot eat you now. You will live for a while longer.”
* * *
“I don’t believe this! We’re in Arizona and we can’t even see the Grand Canyon!!” Xander exclaimed. “What a rip-off!”
“Xander, for the final time, this is NOT a vacation.” Giles said with major irritation in his voice.
“Something tells me Giles likes riding the bus as much as we do.” Willow whispered to Buffy.
“I think we’d better stop at this diner up here, before Giles starts wiggin’ out.” Buffy whispered back. “Hey, Giles, why don’t we take a break up here.”
“That sounds like a good idea.” Giles said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Maybe young Mr. Harris could expend some his pent up energy. Sir, please stop up here.” he instructed the bus driver.
“Great, a truck stop. Can you say cholesterol?” Buffy said with disdain as they all walked in.
“Oh my God!” exclaimed Willow after seeing the massacre. “This is gruesome. I think I’m going to be sick.”
“Damn it! What the hell are vamps doing out in the desert?” Buffy cursed.
“It looks like someone is going the same direction we are. My guess would be Spike and Dru.” Giles explained.
“Great. Another ‘PCP gang’ attack.” Xander mumbled. “Let’s get the heck out of here.”
“Wait, we must decapitate them to prevent the chance they may have been turned.” Giles ordered. “Use that ax next to the fire hose. I’ll keep the driver outside.”
“What can Willow and me do?” asked Xander.
“Get me some paper bags. I think I’m gonna puke.” Buffy answered.
* * *
“That was good eatin’, Spike.”
“Thanks. There ain’t nothing like a little Southwestern cuisine. Now were the hell’s this warehouse at?”
“According to the paper, the quake was about another sixty miles from here. We should be there close to sundown.” he minion answered.
“Good. Dru, baby, the fun starts in an hour.”
“Bye-bye, Slayer.” she whispered.
* * *
“Okay, that was, by far, the worst Slayer duty I’ve EVER had to do.” Buffy said tiredly.
After three trips to expel their breakfasts, Willow and Xander helped Buffy clean herself up.
“Giles, this there any way I could get a shower sometime soon. I have that icky dead feel all over. I packed extra clothes, so I should be fine after a shower.”
“I suppose we could afford to rent a motel room for the night. I think it would do us all some good to get a good night’s sleep and something to eat.” Giles suggested.
“But what about Spike and the rest?” Buffy asked.
“I did some research while you were...ah, taking care of business and found out that tonight is some kind of night of rest for vampires...a Sabbath of sorts.” he responded. “Tonight is the Slayer’s day of rest. It comes about once a decade.”
“So my next prophesized day off is when I’m almost thirty! Terrific!” Buffy retorted.
“Like I said before, ‘Let’s get the heck out of here!’” Xander interjected.
“Yes, please.” Willow agreed.
* * *
“My lord, vampires are on their way here.”
“They are of no concern, Puck. The Slayer will follow. Those vampires may even aid in freeing me.” Nefarium roared.
“Soon I can return to a happier existence, being as mischievous as my namesake implies. I can quit speaking so damn formally.” Puck mumbled.
“Puck, set up the equipment...” the image shimmered for a second. “... and quickly. My ability to project myself in this world is fading. Don’t forget the incantation... and make sure the mixture is balanced. Otherwise a person must enter the portal. If you fail me, I will expand all of my power making your existence as worse as demonly possible.” Nefarium’s image vanished.
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