My first ever fic. Please R & R
Standard disclaimers apply, I own nothing, nothing but the voices in my head, and THEY are not under my control.
She walked into the library. It was empty, which even on a Saturady was unusual. Where is everyone?"Giles?" she called "Xander"
Popping up from behind the counter Giles smiled at her, "Hello Willow" "Oh, hey Giles, you startled me"
"Sorry Willow" he walked into his office "Tea?". He came out a few minuets later carrying a cup and saucer. "Here you go; Earl Grey" Passing the cup tp her he smiled. She walked over to the table and pulled something out of her bag before picking up a large volume. "So Giles, what's a wiggins'?"
He shot her a disapproving look.
"Wiggins?" he said with a smirk. "Yes, well unusually nothing."
"Nada, zip zilch? Absolutely nothing?"
He looked back towards her, smiling at her small figure. Taking off his glasses he cleaned then with a tissue he took from his pocket. Giles old boy, you shouldn't be thinking about Willow like that. But he couldn't help it. A small lock of hair had fallen onto her face and she attempted to keep it behind her ear but failed. Eventually she reached into her back and pulled out a hair slide. A small triumphant smile came over her face.
Giles had walked up behind her. He read "'as I knew that he wanted to get back to Transylvania, I felt sure that he must go by the Danube mouth" She tried to hide the book that she had concealed in the large resource book. Giles reached over her taking in the smell of Vanilla.
"Dracula?"
"Yeh well I heard Stoker wrote the book from experiences he had so..."
"Oh yes, it's very fascinating. Abraham Stoker was actually a watcher. I may let you read his diaries at some point. He had a slayer in 1899 in Dublin, he wrote it shortly after she died.
Willow sat stunned. "So Dracula is real?"
"Yes it would seem so" he glanced at the shocked look on her face "But i wouldn't worry if I was you"
"But what if he came?" she stuttered, "what if he came? Buffy isn't here to save us. Buffy isn't here" she started to cry. Hysterical tears were pouring from her eyes. Giles sat on the desk and pulled her into his arms. She buried her head in his chest. She shuddered. "It's going to be ok, trust me Willow. It's going to be fine."
After a few minuets she pulled her head out of his chest, which she had to admit was pretty nice. "Er, Giles maybe i should get off your lap now. He realised he was still holding on to her, and reluctantly let her go.
"Oh, yes of course."
She slid off his lap.
The End