“You live here?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Buffy swung up onto the counter, staring at Riley. The countertop made her taller—more like his own height.
He looked around the kitchen, although Buffy was pretty sure he’d already done that. If he was a real military boy, he would’ve made sure he was safe in the first place.
“Who else?”
“My mother…. Giles…. And Faith, the other Slayer.”
“The myths say that there’s only one Slayer,” said Commando Boy. Buffy shrugged at him in response.
“Well, I died this one time,” she said. “So, there’s two now.”
“I’m not sure if you people are serious, on crack, or insane,” Riley bluntly told her.
“Oh, please.” Buffy crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at him. “You hunt demons to study them? Like that’s the sanest thing in the world.”
“It’s perfectly safe,” Riley protested.
“Have you dealt with any…. Any legendary vampires? You couldn’t hold one of them.”
“We’ve dealt with vampires and demons of all kinds. I don’t know what you mean as legendary—”
“Have you ever dealt with…. With the Order of Aurelius?” Buffy asked, remembering the name of the group that the Master belonged to, along with Darla, Drusilla, Spike, and Angelus.
“No,” Riley grudgingly admitted.
“Then you haven’t dealt with the bad vampires.”
Willow came into the kitchen just then.
“Hey, Buffy. Giles wants something to drink. I didn’t remember how mad he could get—and how long he could lecture. And, you know that he still makes that little face when he’s angry?”
She tried to screw her face up in an imitation, but gave it up as she walked to the kettle.
Riley lifted his crossbow, pointing it at her. He released the safety and drew back the bolt. Buffy saw him, jumped down from the counter, and swung her leg around to kick it out of his hand.
“What the hell?” Riley grabbed his hand in pain.
“Hey!” protested Willow. “Don’t go around pointing crossbows at people, mister. And…. Even if you’re wearing military clothes…. And knowing about Slayer stuff….. Buffy, who’s he?”
“It’s a military guy,” Buffy told her. “He’s special.” She said the last word with loads of sarcasm. “He fights—you called them Hostiles, right?”
“Hostile Sub-Terrestrials,” said Riley, reaching into his pocket very carefully for a stake. Buffy saw him moving and pushed him backwards. She happened to overcalculate a little, and he landed sprawled on the kitchen floor.
“You see her? She’s good. She’s a person. Blood, heartbeat and all. We don’t shoot at people in this house.”
A stake went through the window. “Were you not listening to me!” demanded Buffy of…. Whoever it was that was outside. “And Mom just got those windows redone! She will not be happy.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Anyway. Riley, whatever the hell you are, you do not mess with my friends.”
”But she’s a known vampire!” he protested.
“Oh.” Buffy realized his mistake. “No, that’s the other Willow. There’s another Xander, too. She’s good. The vampires are bad.”
“There’s two…. I need to sit down.”
“No, I think you need to stay there until you have a firm grasp on reality,” said Buffy, looking down at him.
“Love, I think the boy needs a firm grasp on lots of things,” said a familiar voice—a British familiar voice, no less. She looked up to see the bleached blond standing in the doorway.
TBC in Part Two......
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