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Part Two
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Willow stared intently at the coffee machine. "But Giles has a kettle in his office," she whispered to herself, puzzled. "And he was acting so strange… Xander!" She yelped quietly, turning round and racing back to the library, praying that nothing had happened, that she was wrong.
As she entered the library, she was confronted by Giles holding Xander with his neck prone, obviously about to drain him. Xander was still struggling and clearly alive, but he had already lost the battle.
"Ah, Willow. You were fast with that coffee," commented Giles casually, as if nothing was wrong.
"Giles! That’s Xander!" gasped Willow.
"Thanks, Will, I think he needed that clearing up," grimaced Xander.
"Oh, I know it’s Xander. That’s the best part." Giles bent down, about to start feeding.
"No!" screamed Willow.
"Whyever not?" chuckled Giles.
Willow looked round frantically, praying that he or Buffy had left some weapons lying around.
"Holy… water…," panted Xander as Giles’ grip on his throat increased.
Quickly, Willow opened the small jar on the desk beside her and threw its contents over Xander and Giles. Giles screamed in agony, releasing his hold on Xander as he did so.
"Willow!" he yelled.
"Thanks, Will," said Xander sincerely, patting her shoulder. "That was way too much."
"Uh, Xander? I think we should get out of here, or maybe stake?" offered Willow. "But, Giles! I’m not sure I can."
"It’s OK, Will," soothed Xander, feeling anything but OK. "You did enough. Now it’s my turn." He picked up a stake and advanced on Giles, who had recovered from the holy water and stood ready to face Xander.
"I do have an intimate knowledge of fighting tactics you realise, of course, Xander," smiled Giles.
"Of course," gulped Xander. "And I have, well whatever, I’ll think of something. Improvisation is the key. I could… run?"
"No," said Willow, suddenly at his side. "You could win." She held a cross out to Xander and showed them the jar in her other hand.
"Ooooo, supplies," grinned Xander.
"I’m terribly scared," grunted Giles sarcastically, nonetheless backing off slightly.
Xander rushed at Giles, pushing him to the ground, hoping that Willow could back him up. As soon as Xander had Giles on the floor, Willow threw the contents of the jar over the newly formed vampire, causing him to flinch. As he was distracted, she plunged a stake into his chest, and sagged to the ground as he turned to dust.
"How come he didn’t burn?" asked Xander, still puzzling out Giles’ lack of response to Willow’s second jar of holy water.
"It was just water," whispered Willow under her breath as tears began to fall for their fallen friend.
"Well done, Will," said Xander seriously. "I couldn’t have taken him without you, or even…"
"… but I killed Giles!" she sobbed.
"Shh, you didn’t. Someone else killed him, you freed him, remember." Xander gently pulled her to her feet, and hugged her, letting her share her sorrow with his own. After a few minutes, Xander pulled away and looked down at Willow. "We have to find out what’s going on. This was no random attack."
Willow nodded in agreement. "And Buffy. We have to find out where he sent Buffy, coz it might be a trap."
"Is this the price we pay for having a night off?" shouted Xander, startling Willow with his sudden anger. "How did this happen? One minute we’re just ordinary teenagers at school, the next minute we’re staking the school librarian and trying to work out which demon is going to be attacking us next!"
"Calm down, Xander. We just have to work through this, figure out who might have attacked Giles and where they would’ve wanted him to send Buffy."
"Simple," groaned Xander. "No problem."
"Where do you think we should start? Books or computer?"
"Somehow, Will, I don’t see even a vamped Giles being capable of using the computer."
"True. But maybe there’s some news on recent attacks, although Giles could’ve been looking into them anyway before…" Willow swallowed as the image of Giles turning to dust flashed before her eyes. "OK, books. Let’s see what Giles was looking into."
"Sounds good in theory," agreed Xander. "But where do we even start?"
"The beginning?" suggested Willow.
"And where’s that…?" wondered Xander, staring at the pile of open books on Giles’ desk.
* * *
The library was silent, the two Slayerettes completely engrossed in their quest to find Buffy’s whereabouts. After over two hours of searching, they had yet to find a single clue, but neither of them was ready to give up.
"Uh, Xander?" called Willow from the computer.
"Yeah?"
"I think I found something. I thought I’d look on the web, coz the books weren’t getting me anywhere… and I found this."
"A dead guy," stated Xander, unimpressed. "This is Sunnydale, Will, we don’t need to look at other people’s dead guys, we have plenty of our own."
"Xander! He’s a watcher, look," she pointed to some writing on the screen. "One of Miss Calendar’s bookmarks…"
"Ah, almost didn’t spot the tweed there, Will. I must be slipping," grinned Xander. "So? A dead watcher, and…?"
"Like, several dead watchers. And Giles. I think this sounds suspicious. It smells like, umm, suspicious."
"You’re right, Will. This is of the strange. But it still doesn’t help us find Buffy. Somehow I don’t think a dead watcher’s gonna have much to say on the subject."
"No! There has to be a pattern," argued Willow. "If several watchers have been murdered, then there, uh, must’ve been a reason. A-and if there’s a reason, then we can work it out and find the killer!" Willow clapped her hands.
"Nice going, Will. And while you do that, I’ll be standing here looking stupid…"
"… Not…"
"…OK, just standing, whatever. Let’s get going. So how many dead watchers are we talking?"
"Uh, 4, I think. And Giles…"
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