{A/N: Well, as this is my first BTVS fanfic, I am trying this out for a spin. I've had this idea actaully for a while, though I hadn't really thought about in a while and thanks to watching more episodes, I've typed this up :) So, I hope you readers enjoy chapter one, of course I own none of this, except this story idea, added a bit more than how I orginally had this*}
The town was going to bed as the moon surrounded, brightening up already streetlight lit sidewalks, where at their side houses lined up together. Some houses had lights still on though others seemed darkly abandoned. No life within them, though perhaps during day this town had the appearance of a chipper attitude. While at night it was moonlight and dark storming clouds when laughter ran breaking windows; when sunshine and moonlight were battling the two sides of blushing Sunnydale. Just like how the town's residents were. It wasn't that strange to notice some people in Sunnydale could look like sugar and be sour. Rain hadn't dared to pour for the past week though, ignoring that non-breeze, the clouds disagreed with that. Earlier, people had walked the streets freely without worry, though without known impulse most remained inside. Not to be with the night watch from the moon or shadows that swallowed every other up.
As said though, it didn't seem windy though leaves took the appearance of once being blown over as they laid delicately limp on broken pieces of a beer bottle. Not a sound was heard, well, except for the random alley cat the hissed because of a trash can bumping into it. No one else was on the sidewalks. But that soon changed as panicked feet were stumbling over those leaves and broken bear bottle in rapid speed. Then it was quiet once more until a boot came down hard onto the beer pieces with laughter was soon heard.
There were three sets of feet then as they casually walked down each square of the sideway blocks. The panic feet from before was shown to be Rupert Giles. Librarian of Sunnydale High, and he was being chased down by night consumers. And the only person that seemed to notice this chase was the taunting moonlight that would not look away. Giles could hear it, just like his hunters could. The moon was laughing at him, at them all in Sunnydale. Those night hunters run across a road to another sidewalk as a breeze shifted around twigs and posters for the Bronze over each other. Blood splattered onto some, this being from the boots that chased the shoes that run.
Giles was clutching his suitcase in his arms. His glasses bounced on his nose but he didn't seem to care about that. Maybe he should have brought that stake with him after all. Though he was no Buffy, he most certainly knew how a crossbow worked. But it was just him in a place like Sunnydale. What could happen there anyway? It wasn't like vampires were going to chase down someone like him, not like how he was currently running for his life because he had locked his own keys in his car. Not the best night to do that obviously. Where was Buffy? He gasped as he stumbled, hitting a side stone wall. He glanced back over his shoulder as he saw no one there. Blast, they were screwing with him. They were going to pick at their food before scrapping him piece by piece. Damn. His glasses…He'd probably have to get new ones.
"How's it going?" A growl greeted Giles's ears, pinching through his eardrum and into common sense. Giles was out of breath as his chest heaved roughly until he loosened his tie slowly. He probably wouldn't make it far if he started running again "Hey. You don't mind if we eat you, do you?" Oh yeah. Not like anyone else named Spike had already tried to. Giles would make sure to give Buffy and her friends a stern talking to about carrying sharpen pencils with them. If he even got away from his captures. The older man took a step back only to remember that wall behind him. He put a hand up a bit in a warning like matter. Yes, a hand was going to stop them. His eyelids fluttered as he paced each breath, no need to get overworked. He could get out of this. He hadn't been working for years just to put down. His throat was dry.
"Do not come any closer." He tried to re-fix his glasses but realized they weren't as usual to him at the moment.
"I don't want to hurt any of you." That was a white lie, as it would be hard to explain to a bystander, if there were any, why a pile of ash was at his feet. His eyes went quickly from to the other, to all three. He swallowed. He just wanted his cup of coffee and a good book, what more could he a well-knowledge watch slash librarian want more than that? His lips pulled into a slight frown as he walked backwards on the sidewalk, hand sliding across the stone wall. His breathing was somehow as relaxed at the moment though that could change easily.
The front man of the vampire group grinned in a plain sadistic grin that almost reminded him of Spike though he didn't look horribly distasteful. At least in appearance. He still clutched his suitcase, slowly making his way backwards even more as the vampires laughed at him.
"He's cute." A female whispered, giggling. She tilted her head to the side as she eyed her prize. Her hat appeared stained, as if it were found in a dumpster. It didn't fit her but she wore it anyway. She licked her lower lip casually, swaying to the side slightly. Her hands cupped together behind her back, her chin raised as she grinned widely.
"Sorry, old man." The other man told him as he lunged, but Giles had stumbled back, throwing his suitcase against the male vampire that came at him. Grabbing a hold of his quill that fell from his suitcase, why he had a quill, he couldn't remember. The woman lost patience and charged only to have a feather sticking out of her chest a moment later as she lay awkwardly on top of the older watcher. She gasped as she looked at him, a look of awe.
"What did I do to you?" She had muttered before turning into dust, eyes had been full of accusation that hadn't gone unnoticed. But this ash had Giles gagging slightly as it fluttered over his face. He could quickly hear the disapproving growls. For some reason this reminded him of those old movies of Dracula, how everything was in a twitching screen and audiences gasped at every flinch.
Redundantly at that thought, Giles gasped softly as he felt a boot knock down his left shoulder into the sidewalk then that heaviness seemed to disappear into nothing as a few screams were heard, but those were short lived as a gasp like noise was heard. His eyes squinted again as dust seemed to flutter behind his ruined glasses.
The librarian sat up slowly, coughing once as he tried his best to look through his still fractured glasses.
"Excuse—Oh my."His capability of staring seemed working fine as a brunette woman stood there, glancing at him while she tucked her hair. Her nails scratched at a twig in her hand before she threw it down without another look at it. She didn't even appear older than in her twenties though appearances weren't always truthful with him. She spun around in a quick matter as if recognizing him, a smile. She looked almost distant from most of Sunnydale's residents though Sunnydale was known for this.
She had a metal spike twirling her other hand, around her pointer finger. It glistened with the moonlight. It twirled once more before she slid it into her pocket. Her fingers stroked the leather side before going back to brushing her hair. She glanced at the trees where an unseen owl sat perched on a branch. It did not hoot or do anything but stare. Her dark hues went back to dirt on his nose. The strange woman gave a scoff at this as if he didn't know how to take care of himself.
"Hello, Rupert." This was his pleased-tone greeting from this strange woman that had a hold of his beloved suitcase. Fingers stroking its handle then down the front to the button securely holding it close. She tilted her head to the side as she looked at him with a wide grin that dared to be malicious when her eyelids drooped slowly with ease.