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***I know for a fact what a Nephilim is and it's not the thing I've called the Nephilim in my story, but cut me some slack, I need it to be the Nephilim, just this once. Artistic license? BTW, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, so don't bitch.
anyway...***
**** AFI comes in at around chapter 4 ****
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Chapter 1
PATROL
The quiet night was discerning, nothing stirred, the whole world was sleep. Buffy looked up at the sky, it was a full moon, Oz was in the second night of werewolf mode this month.
It's been a strangely uneventful night, having come equipped with nine stakes, she's still counting nine.
Nothing at all is happening, not even muggers. No sign of vampires in the four hours she's been patrolling. Shrugging, Buffy fought off a yawn and started to head home. She heard a rustling behind her, from the bushes.
Startled and alert, she turned, stake aimed, ready to fight. But there was nothing there, looking around with narrowed eyes, Buffy scanned the entire length of the street. Still no sign of movement. Brushing it off as irrelevant, she walked on, looking forward to a good night's rest.
Not more than half way down the block, she heard the noise again.
"Ok," she whispered, turning round, hoping to catch whatever it was. This time, a red light flickered from a near by hedge. Freaked out slightly, she crept over to the hedge, stake raised, when all of a sudden a small dark form shot out from there and ran away towards the clump of run down warehouses. It was incredibly fast, even the Slayer couldn't run that fast, so Buffy stood and watched it, promising herself to look for it another time, when she wasn't so tired and has more information on this thing.
NEXT DAY, SUNNYDALE HIGH
"Hi Buffy!" called a cheerful looking Willow, today wearing a multicoloured stripy top and a red skirt, "How was patrol?"
She fell into step with her friend as she walked up the driveway towards the front entrance. Today, Buffy was wearing a green baggy shirt over a black vest and blue jeans. Looking slightly dishevelled, she turned round to face Willow with a slight smile.
"Hey," she said quietly. Sensing something wrong, Willow stopped walking and looked at Buffy worriedly.
"Are you ok?" she asked, the reply she got was a small sigh.
"Willow, can you help me with something?"
"Yeah, of course, you know I will."
At the moment, Xander ran up to the girls with a silly grin plastered to his face. "Hey, check this out, " he said, taking out a small finger skateboard from his pocket and attempted a complicated trick. When he succeeded, he grinned triumphantly. "See? See?"
Buffy gave him a sidelong glance and smirked. "Veeeeery cute."
Willow looked at him affectionately.
Just then, Oz and Cordelia walked out from the library. Willow quickly redirected her gaze. "Hey," Oz said by way of greeting, stopping beside her, cradling a large cup of coffee. His hair was red this week, clashing slightly with his red t-shirt that had a large black King Adora logo.
"Hey!" Willow replied, sounding way too perky for a student on a Monday morning. "How was last night?"
"Vague," Oz said, vaguely.
"Oh! Well…. err…at least you didn't kill anyone," Willow stuttered.
Slowly, her boyfriend nodded, "Yeah… I guess that's always a plus."
"Well…good!"
"Please," interrupted Cordelia, "Is everyone forgetting something?" Whole gang turned to look at her, looking like a supermodel in her shimmering grey top and smart black skirt. All of them looked blank and preoccupied.
"It's the homecoming!!" Maybe she was expecting a reply, but that she did not get. "Hello?" She looked at them, irritated.
"So?" Buffy asked.
Cordelia threw up her hands, flabbergasted. Just that moment, the first bell rang and she flounced off without saying another word.
"I wonder what she's so upset about," Xander muttered.
Slowly they trudged off to the demon dimension of physics, sitting down at the back table, they waited for the teacher to come. Buffy turned round and faced Willow, seeing that there was no teacher, she tells her about her patrol. After heating about the figure, Willow grew tense and looked at Xander who was busy practising finger skateboarding.
"Xander! Did you hear that?" Willow scowled, punching him on the arm.
"Ow! What?"
"About the…you know…what Buffy saw."
He tried very hard to look knowing, in the end failing and mumbled a quiet "Err…well, no."
Just then the teacher walked in, putting an end to all conversations. Buffy gave them one last look and turned round to be absorbed in the world of atom formation. The bell for second period rang after what seemed like an eternity.
Picking up her books, Willow walked over to Buffy; "See you in the library after the lesson, is that ok?" Nodding her agreement, Buffy made her way towards English Literature.
LIBRARY
"Hello Buffy," Giles called as she entered the library, "how was patrol?"
She looked over and saw Willow sitting at the computer, eyes narrowed and fingers working tirelessly.
"Fine," she answered, although something in her heart knew it was anything but fine. "It's been kinda quiet lately…. no vamps…. no evil."
Willow looked up from the computer screen.
"Oh, that's rather odd isn't it?" Giles muttered, as if to himself.
"Giles, what's wrong? Some ancient prophecy I should know about?"
"Oh, no, no, no…" was the reply. "Are you SURE that nothing happened?"
Buffy looked over at Willow, who was looking very guilty. She sighed, "Well, if you MUST know, I saw a small figure behind a hedge." Giles looked very interested. "Don't get your hopes up, it's probably just a possum." Seeing the look on his face, she relented at last and told him what she saw in detail.
"Very interesting," he mumbled when she has finished talking. "Tonight Buffy, will you please keep an eye out for this creature?"
Pleased as she was getting off so lightly, Buffy smiled and nodded. "Two eyes even."
The doors suddenly swung wide open and on the threshold stood a very angry looking Cordelia. Marching forwards, she looked like a warrior, a very sinister one at that, on steroids even.
"CAN YOU BELIEVE?" she shrieked, seething with anger, "Amy McNally is running for Homecoming Queen?!"
Yet again she got no response; Willow looking particularly confused.
"AMY!!! The slimy little bitch! HOW CAN SHE?! How can she even think about stealing my crown?"
"Well," reasoned Buffy, "technically, it's not yours yet." Immediately she regretted saying it for Cordelia fixed her deadly gaze upon her.
"It…will…. be…. mine," she answered, marching out in a huff, so angry she nearly knocked Oz over as he came through the double doors with Xander in toll.
"Whoa," Oz muttered, "what's the rush?"
"Oh, she's just fussed about the homecoming thing again," Willow told him, trying not to look at Xander, who seems so adorably cute today.
"Ah, that, the Dingoes has been trying to get the slot for the dance at the dance. Devon's managing that though, I'm clueless really," said Oz, shrugging slightly and giving everyone a partial grin. That's how it is with Oz, partial, you can never quite tell what he's thinking.
"Cool!" Willow perked up with enthusiasm, "Good luck!"
"I heard some say there was going to be a real band there," Xander put in absentmindedly, which immediately earned him a scowl from Buffy. Realising his slip, he quickly added "Signed, what's what I meant, yeah, signed."
Oz shrugged again, "No big."
"Well, if we can't have the Dingoes, I really hope we get Four Star Mary," Willow commented. Buffy nodded her agreement once more.
"Nah," Xander drawled, "the Goths look way to happy for it to be Four Star Mary."
Quietly to himself, Oz whispered "Wait and see."
***I know for a fact what a Nephilim is and it's not the thing I've called the Nephilim in my story, but cut me some slack, I need it to be the Nephilim, just this once. Artistic license? BTW, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, so don't bitch.
anyway...***
**** AFI comes in at around chapter 4 ****
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Chapter 1
PATROL
The quiet night was discerning, nothing stirred, the whole world was sleep. Buffy looked up at the sky, it was a full moon, Oz was in the second night of werewolf mode this month.
It's been a strangely uneventful night, having come equipped with nine stakes, she's still counting nine.
Nothing at all is happening, not even muggers. No sign of vampires in the four hours she's been patrolling. Shrugging, Buffy fought off a yawn and started to head home. She heard a rustling behind her, from the bushes.
Startled and alert, she turned, stake aimed, ready to fight. But there was nothing there, looking around with narrowed eyes, Buffy scanned the entire length of the street. Still no sign of movement. Brushing it off as irrelevant, she walked on, looking forward to a good night's rest.
Not more than half way down the block, she heard the noise again.
"Ok," she whispered, turning round, hoping to catch whatever it was. This time, a red light flickered from a near by hedge. Freaked out slightly, she crept over to the hedge, stake raised, when all of a sudden a small dark form shot out from there and ran away towards the clump of run down warehouses. It was incredibly fast, even the Slayer couldn't run that fast, so Buffy stood and watched it, promising herself to look for it another time, when she wasn't so tired and has more information on this thing.
NEXT DAY, SUNNYDALE HIGH
"Hi Buffy!" called a cheerful looking Willow, today wearing a multicoloured stripy top and a red skirt, "How was patrol?"
She fell into step with her friend as she walked up the driveway towards the front entrance. Today, Buffy was wearing a green baggy shirt over a black vest and blue jeans. Looking slightly dishevelled, she turned round to face Willow with a slight smile.
"Hey," she said quietly. Sensing something wrong, Willow stopped walking and looked at Buffy worriedly.
"Are you ok?" she asked, the reply she got was a small sigh.
"Willow, can you help me with something?"
"Yeah, of course, you know I will."
At the moment, Xander ran up to the girls with a silly grin plastered to his face. "Hey, check this out, " he said, taking out a small finger skateboard from his pocket and attempted a complicated trick. When he succeeded, he grinned triumphantly. "See? See?"
Buffy gave him a sidelong glance and smirked. "Veeeeery cute."
Willow looked at him affectionately.
Just then, Oz and Cordelia walked out from the library. Willow quickly redirected her gaze. "Hey," Oz said by way of greeting, stopping beside her, cradling a large cup of coffee. His hair was red this week, clashing slightly with his red t-shirt that had a large black King Adora logo.
"Hey!" Willow replied, sounding way too perky for a student on a Monday morning. "How was last night?"
"Vague," Oz said, vaguely.
"Oh! Well…. err…at least you didn't kill anyone," Willow stuttered.
Slowly, her boyfriend nodded, "Yeah… I guess that's always a plus."
"Well…good!"
"Please," interrupted Cordelia, "Is everyone forgetting something?" Whole gang turned to look at her, looking like a supermodel in her shimmering grey top and smart black skirt. All of them looked blank and preoccupied.
"It's the homecoming!!" Maybe she was expecting a reply, but that she did not get. "Hello?" She looked at them, irritated.
"So?" Buffy asked.
Cordelia threw up her hands, flabbergasted. Just that moment, the first bell rang and she flounced off without saying another word.
"I wonder what she's so upset about," Xander muttered.
Slowly they trudged off to the demon dimension of physics, sitting down at the back table, they waited for the teacher to come. Buffy turned round and faced Willow, seeing that there was no teacher, she tells her about her patrol. After heating about the figure, Willow grew tense and looked at Xander who was busy practising finger skateboarding.
"Xander! Did you hear that?" Willow scowled, punching him on the arm.
"Ow! What?"
"About the…you know…what Buffy saw."
He tried very hard to look knowing, in the end failing and mumbled a quiet "Err…well, no."
Just then the teacher walked in, putting an end to all conversations. Buffy gave them one last look and turned round to be absorbed in the world of atom formation. The bell for second period rang after what seemed like an eternity.
Picking up her books, Willow walked over to Buffy; "See you in the library after the lesson, is that ok?" Nodding her agreement, Buffy made her way towards English Literature.
LIBRARY
"Hello Buffy," Giles called as she entered the library, "how was patrol?"
She looked over and saw Willow sitting at the computer, eyes narrowed and fingers working tirelessly.
"Fine," she answered, although something in her heart knew it was anything but fine. "It's been kinda quiet lately…. no vamps…. no evil."
Willow looked up from the computer screen.
"Oh, that's rather odd isn't it?" Giles muttered, as if to himself.
"Giles, what's wrong? Some ancient prophecy I should know about?"
"Oh, no, no, no…" was the reply. "Are you SURE that nothing happened?"
Buffy looked over at Willow, who was looking very guilty. She sighed, "Well, if you MUST know, I saw a small figure behind a hedge." Giles looked very interested. "Don't get your hopes up, it's probably just a possum." Seeing the look on his face, she relented at last and told him what she saw in detail.
"Very interesting," he mumbled when she has finished talking. "Tonight Buffy, will you please keep an eye out for this creature?"
Pleased as she was getting off so lightly, Buffy smiled and nodded. "Two eyes even."
The doors suddenly swung wide open and on the threshold stood a very angry looking Cordelia. Marching forwards, she looked like a warrior, a very sinister one at that, on steroids even.
"CAN YOU BELIEVE?" she shrieked, seething with anger, "Amy McNally is running for Homecoming Queen?!"
Yet again she got no response; Willow looking particularly confused.
"AMY!!! The slimy little bitch! HOW CAN SHE?! How can she even think about stealing my crown?"
"Well," reasoned Buffy, "technically, it's not yours yet." Immediately she regretted saying it for Cordelia fixed her deadly gaze upon her.
"It…will…. be…. mine," she answered, marching out in a huff, so angry she nearly knocked Oz over as he came through the double doors with Xander in toll.
"Whoa," Oz muttered, "what's the rush?"
"Oh, she's just fussed about the homecoming thing again," Willow told him, trying not to look at Xander, who seems so adorably cute today.
"Ah, that, the Dingoes has been trying to get the slot for the dance at the dance. Devon's managing that though, I'm clueless really," said Oz, shrugging slightly and giving everyone a partial grin. That's how it is with Oz, partial, you can never quite tell what he's thinking.
"Cool!" Willow perked up with enthusiasm, "Good luck!"
"I heard some say there was going to be a real band there," Xander put in absentmindedly, which immediately earned him a scowl from Buffy. Realising his slip, he quickly added "Signed, what's what I meant, yeah, signed."
Oz shrugged again, "No big."
"Well, if we can't have the Dingoes, I really hope we get Four Star Mary," Willow commented. Buffy nodded her agreement once more.
"Nah," Xander drawled, "the Goths look way to happy for it to be Four Star Mary."
Quietly to himself, Oz whispered "Wait and see."