This story is set after the events of "Sleeper." Like season 7 has been so
far, there aren't any ships going on in this story.
The vampire was far stronger than your average run-of-the-mill vampire, but he was no Angel or de-chipped Spike. It was only a matter of moments before he too wound up becoming dust.
Dusting herself off, Buffy Summers began her long walk home. It had been a hard night of Slaying. The number of vampires across town had dropped down quite a bit in the last few years, but it appeared they were returning now that Spike had been siring again. Not intentionally, Buffy realized, but the fact was he had been killing people and turning them into his own. Now that he realized what was happening, she hoped it would stop, but she wasn't sure. She was afraid she would have to put a stop to it, but she wanted to give Spike one more chance.
Buffy was a block from the Bronze when she heard a scream behind her. "Monster!" she heard some woman scream. Turning around, Buffy ran sprinting towards the sound of the voice. Just as she got to an alleyway, she nearly bumped into a screaming woman. Buffy grabbed the woman by the shoulders.
"What's wrong?" She asked. "What attacked you?"
"Some monster," the woman breathed. "In the alley!" Without another word, she shrugged Buffy's hands off and continued running for her life.
Buffy ran into the alleyway, a stake at the ready. She wasn't sure if it was a vampire that had attacked the woman or not, but she wasn't going in unprepared. It wasn't until she saw the cause of the woman's fear that she placed the stake back in her pocket. "Clem," she said.
Clem was sitting on the ground, staring at his feet. He looked to be quite depressed. His head rose at the sound of Buffy's voice, and he smiled at the sight of a friendly figure. "Buffy!" he exclaimed.
"What happened here?" Buffy asked, pointing in the direction the woman had run. "She said you attacked her."
"Hardly!" Clem responded. "I asked her if she would go to Blockbuster and rent me 'Scary Movie 2,' but she freaked. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a demon to rent a movie? Sure, these places preach that they don't discriminate based on your gender, sex, or religious beliefs, but what about your species? It's fine and dandy to discriminate against a demon. This country is so hypocritical. Land of the free, my butt."
Buffy couldn't help but laugh. Not at the discrimination Clem faced, but the fact that this was a demon that wouldn't even use the word "ass." She was glad to learn that not all demons were evil like she once thought. Clem had more of a soul than some people she knew.
"What was it you wanted to see again?" she asked.
"'Scary Movie 2,'" Clem responded. "Are you going to rent it for me?"
"Sure, why not?" Buffy answered. "I don't have anything else to do at the moment."
As a result, Buffy was a lot later coming home than usual. She was glad her best friend Willow Rosenberg still lived at the Summers' residence; otherwise Buffy would make one terrible bigger sister. It was hard to continue a job as the Slayer and watch out for your younger sister. Not that Dawn couldn't take care of herself.
Buffy arrived home at 12:45AM. Willow was at the kitchen table eating something. "What is that?" Buffy asked.
"Peanut butter and egg quesadilla," Willow responded. Upon the look Buffy gave her, Willow smiled. "It's Dawn's invention. She insisted I try it. I think because she didn't want to eat it herself. So, did you have a rough night of Slayage?"
"Sort of," Buffy responded. "Dawn in bed?"
"Yeah, but Buffy, there's something I think you should know first."
"What's that?"
Before the witch could respond, a woman appeared at the doorway leading from the kitchen to the living room. Buffy hadn't seen this woman once since moving to Sunnydale. The woman, who had long blonde hair like Buffy's, had a disapproving look on her face.
"Your aunt Mona is here," Willow said. "Surprise."
The vampire was far stronger than your average run-of-the-mill vampire, but he was no Angel or de-chipped Spike. It was only a matter of moments before he too wound up becoming dust.
Dusting herself off, Buffy Summers began her long walk home. It had been a hard night of Slaying. The number of vampires across town had dropped down quite a bit in the last few years, but it appeared they were returning now that Spike had been siring again. Not intentionally, Buffy realized, but the fact was he had been killing people and turning them into his own. Now that he realized what was happening, she hoped it would stop, but she wasn't sure. She was afraid she would have to put a stop to it, but she wanted to give Spike one more chance.
Buffy was a block from the Bronze when she heard a scream behind her. "Monster!" she heard some woman scream. Turning around, Buffy ran sprinting towards the sound of the voice. Just as she got to an alleyway, she nearly bumped into a screaming woman. Buffy grabbed the woman by the shoulders.
"What's wrong?" She asked. "What attacked you?"
"Some monster," the woman breathed. "In the alley!" Without another word, she shrugged Buffy's hands off and continued running for her life.
Buffy ran into the alleyway, a stake at the ready. She wasn't sure if it was a vampire that had attacked the woman or not, but she wasn't going in unprepared. It wasn't until she saw the cause of the woman's fear that she placed the stake back in her pocket. "Clem," she said.
Clem was sitting on the ground, staring at his feet. He looked to be quite depressed. His head rose at the sound of Buffy's voice, and he smiled at the sight of a friendly figure. "Buffy!" he exclaimed.
"What happened here?" Buffy asked, pointing in the direction the woman had run. "She said you attacked her."
"Hardly!" Clem responded. "I asked her if she would go to Blockbuster and rent me 'Scary Movie 2,' but she freaked. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a demon to rent a movie? Sure, these places preach that they don't discriminate based on your gender, sex, or religious beliefs, but what about your species? It's fine and dandy to discriminate against a demon. This country is so hypocritical. Land of the free, my butt."
Buffy couldn't help but laugh. Not at the discrimination Clem faced, but the fact that this was a demon that wouldn't even use the word "ass." She was glad to learn that not all demons were evil like she once thought. Clem had more of a soul than some people she knew.
"What was it you wanted to see again?" she asked.
"'Scary Movie 2,'" Clem responded. "Are you going to rent it for me?"
"Sure, why not?" Buffy answered. "I don't have anything else to do at the moment."
As a result, Buffy was a lot later coming home than usual. She was glad her best friend Willow Rosenberg still lived at the Summers' residence; otherwise Buffy would make one terrible bigger sister. It was hard to continue a job as the Slayer and watch out for your younger sister. Not that Dawn couldn't take care of herself.
Buffy arrived home at 12:45AM. Willow was at the kitchen table eating something. "What is that?" Buffy asked.
"Peanut butter and egg quesadilla," Willow responded. Upon the look Buffy gave her, Willow smiled. "It's Dawn's invention. She insisted I try it. I think because she didn't want to eat it herself. So, did you have a rough night of Slayage?"
"Sort of," Buffy responded. "Dawn in bed?"
"Yeah, but Buffy, there's something I think you should know first."
"What's that?"
Before the witch could respond, a woman appeared at the doorway leading from the kitchen to the living room. Buffy hadn't seen this woman once since moving to Sunnydale. The woman, who had long blonde hair like Buffy's, had a disapproving look on her face.
"Your aunt Mona is here," Willow said. "Surprise."