Buffy trudged up the stairs leading to her apartment like she had done every day since she had arrived in L.A. she was exhausted and her feet hurt badly and all she wanted to do was go get inside and collapse on her bed but she knew that that wasn’t going to happen. She had an appointment to keep on that could solve everything. Buffy arrived at her door and searched her pocket for the key finding it she inserted it into the lock and turned.
“Anne?” a curious male voice called out from next to her
Buffy looked over to see her neighbor standing at his doorway just about to enter. He looked about her age and was a slender build. He had short wiry hair and wore small rectangular glasses. He pointed to her curiously.
“That was you’re name right?” he continued, “You’re that waitress from down at the diner?”
“Ah . . . yeah,” Buffy replied awkwardly, “that’s me.”
The boy smiled.
“I don’t think you remember do you?”
Buffy looked at him awkwardly.
“Sorry.”
“You served me the peach pie yesterday,” he replied, “You know, the one that was gonna give me the runs.”
“Oh, right, sorry bout that.”
The boy smiled and waved off the apology.
“Ah it’s cool. The doctor said I should be able to use my lower intestine again in a few days.”
Buffy laughed lightly. The boy was sweet in a geeky sought of way. He walked over and offered his hand.
“I’m Danny.” He said
“Anne . . . But you already know that.”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t gonna brag.”
Buffy laughed lightly again.
“Hey what are you doing now?” Danny continued, “I got some pizza and a movie about a guy trying to date a girl. I heard it was an original concept.”
“Thanks, but I gotta be somewhere.” Buffy replied
“Pizza’s still warm, well; it was a few hours ago but 2 minutes on high . . .”
Buffy stopped him.
“I really do have to be somewhere.” She replied
Daniel smiled at her warmly.
“Next time then.”
Buffy smiled at him in return.
“Count on it.”
Buffy opened the door and walked inside. Danny leaned against the wall and watched her enter. He saw her smiled but something inside told him different.
A few hours later Buffy walked briskly down the alleyway. She double checked the address on the card Gwendolyn had gave her as she picked up the pace. As she rounded the corner Buffy saw Gwendolyn standing impatiently. The former watcher turned as she heard the sound of approaching footsteps.
“You’re late.” She remarked
Buffy shrugged.
“Little more tired then me though I was.” She replied
Gwendolyn nodded and reached into her bag.
“You have a long journey ahead of you Buffy I don’t think we need to waste any more . . .”
“Hold on a second,” Buffy said firmly, “I need to know something first.”
Gwendolyn stopped. She straitened up and folded her hands over waist.
“Very well what is it?”
“When we met you said you used to be a watcher what happened?”
Gwendolyn sighed lightly.
“Let’s just say that my views and the views of the council did not exactly align.”
Buffy folded her arms and stared at Gwendolyn curiously.
“What does that mean?”
“It means that I made a chose that cost me my position,” Gwendolyn snapped, “We can’t afford any more distraction Buffy. The longer we’re out here the more dangerous it is.”
“Dangerous?”
“Yes the council is going to great lengths to conceal the existence of this ritual. They are ever willing to kill the slayer to keep it hidden.”
Buffy thought about this. It made sense to her what Gwendolyn was saying. If there really was a ritual that would move the power of the slayer to the next potential the council would definitely try and hide it. Buffy looked at Gwendolyn seriously.
“What do I need to do?” she asked
Gwendolyn reached into her bag and pulled out a small note book. She handed it to Buffy quickly and the slayer scanned through it.
“In this book is a list of ingredients and supplies that you need to procure.”
“Why can’t you get all this stuff?” Buffy asked curiously as she flicked through the book
“Because they can only be held by the slayer,” Gwendolyn replied seriously, “the chosen one. One other thing you’ll need to find this.”
Gwendolyn handed Buffy a torn out page of an old book. Buffy studied the image on the page closely. It was an image of a hexagonal stone with various runes and symbols carved into it.
“It’s called the prophet stone. It’s an integral part of the ritual you can not perform it with out this artifact.”
“What does it do?” Buffy asked
“It acts as a key, unlocking the conduit between one slayer and the next; this is how the power is transferred.”
“So all I need to do is go shopping and find this weird rock thing and I’m not the slayer anymore?”
Gwendolyn cringed slightly at Buffy’s phrasing.
“I wouldn’t have put it that way myself but yes,” Gwendolyn replied, “You need to go now the alter will be arriving soon and we only have a small window of opportunity.”
“The alter?” Buffy asked curiously
“I’ll explain the next time we meet. You need to go now.”
Buffy nodded. She slipped the note book into her pocket and rushed off back down the alleyway. Once the coast was clear she turned and faced the shadows a mischievous smile on her face.
“I think that went rather well don’t you?” she asked
From the shadows Ethan Rayne stepped out and leaned casually against the wall.
“You did splendidly my dear,” Ethan replied, “you’re talents were wasted as a watcher you should have been on the west end.”
Gwendolyn smirked at him.
“It won’t be long now.” she replied
“Quite right in a few weeks rippers going have a lot of explaining to do for The Council.”
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