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Part Two
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Willow sat staring at the monitor, trying to make sense of the information she had found. Only a few normal deaths in the past three weeks, nothing unusual. Even the school had been quiet lately. She moved her mouse and clicked on a link desperately. It was obvious something was going on. She just didn’t know what.
"Wil?" Buffy’s voice probed, breaking into Willow’s thoughts. "Are you all right? I mean, you’ve been sitting here all day, looking for stuff, and it’s a Saturday." Buffy looked genuinely worried for her friend.
Willow sighed. "It’s just…well, there’s got to be something, Buffy! This is the Hellmouth! But the only vamp activity in the past three weeks was the one you dusted last night. There have been no disappearances, no barbecue forks to the neck, no gangs on PCP," Willow said, her words a stream of annoyance. "So whatever is coming, it’s more than big. It’s huge."
Buffy froze. Sure, Willow worried about vamps and demons all the time. But she sounded genuinely and truly afraid, and not just for Buffy, either.
"Well, whatever’s coming, we’ll deal with it, right? You find, I slay, we party, remember?" Buffy asked her friend hopefully.
"Hey, isn’t that my pep-talk line?" Xander said as he entered the library. He was munching on a Red Delicious apple and enjoying it. He pulled two more from his sack and tossed one to each girl.
Buffy caught the apple easily in one hand. "We must *really* be tired if we’re quoting Xander," she quipped. She raised the apple to her mouth and took a bite from it loudly.
Willow managed to catch the flying fruit neatly in her lap. "At least we’re not quoting Giles," she said as she snapped off the stem, "’cause that would be disastrous." She bit into her apple.
"’That was a bit British, wasn’t it?’" challenged Xander.
"’I must consult my books,’" Willow shot back.
"You win," Xander admitted. "That was definitely a better Gilesism." They both munched their apples thoughtfully.
An idea hit Buffy in the middle of her apple. "Wmmghw, hgfrh ngyfmb mbw mvrghd nn?" she tried saying with her mouth full. While Xander and Willow stared at her strangely, Buffy swallowed and started again.
"Willow, has anyone new moved in? Anyone from anywhere choose the Hellmouth as their new home lately?" Buffy asked excitedly.
Willow put her apple down. Following was a series of typing, clicking, typing, clicking, and more typing. When at last she stopped, she examined the screen closely then moved back.
"Sorry, Buffy, but no one has moved to Sunnydale for a month." She looked up at the Slayer’s disappointed face. "It was a good idea, though," she added quickly.
Buffy started pacing around the deserted library. "This is going to drive me nuts! Where’s Giles when you need him?" she protested impatiently.
"Out somewhere with Ms. Calendar, probably," Xander piped up. "We all they’ve been quite chummy lately." He took one last bite of his apple and tossed it expertly into the trash can.
"’Chummy?’" Buffy asked surprisedly. "Now who’s sounding like Giles?"
Xander waved her off and made his way over to a seat. Literally dropping his body into the wooden chair, he plopped his book bag onto the table. "Oh well," he said, "looks like another fruitful day of stake whittling." He pulled a cylinder of wood and a pocket knife from the bag. "I’m thinking of engraving your initials on the stake."
Buffy gave him a Look. "And if Principal Snyder just happens to see one lying around, we all know who he’ll think of first."
"I guess that wouldn’t be Barbara Streisand, huh?" he sighed. "Well, the letters don’t look all that good by themselves, either," he cracked. When nobody laughed, he slumped his shoulders and started carving.
Willow turned back to the computer as Buffy continued pacing. It was evident that she wanted to resume training. But where was Giles? He wouldn’t skip training for a date now, considering how Buffy had staked a vamp the night before. He wouldn’t bail on Buffy…Summers…
Willow laughed.
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