Title: What You Wish For
Disclaimer: Characters all belong to Joss and company. The title is from a Guster song. All I own are the words.
A/N: So I may have lied a bit about saying I was only going to do one shots. About twenty minutes after I said that, I got this idea and realized it couldn't really be a one shot without changing it quite a lot. It's just one of those things I had to write, you know? So you know the summary…time wise, it takes place after Willow and Giles get back from England at the beginning of S7 but before the potentials come.
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Chapter 1-
"Um, OW! Can't you guys ever throw me onto something, I don't know, not concrete?" I sprang out of my sprawled position next to the tombstone and regained a fighting stance as the yellowish demon came charging at me again. I attempted a roundhouse to the face, but the demon caught it, and sent me spinning into the mausoleum ten feet away. "Guess not." I rose to my feet and the fight continued through the cemetery, ending with the demons head a good few feet from it's body and thick, purple slime covering me from head to toe. "Ugh. Purple is not my color."
I walked over to where my favorite battle ax had landed in the dirt and wiped it off on the grass. Heaving it over my shoulder, I began the walk home.
"Buffy, are you alright?!" Willow rushed to the door as soon as I stumbled through, the cut above my eye still bleeding.
"Yeah, Will, I'm fine. Mainly demon blood. Big guy though. Not my favorite ever." I peeled my sweater off my body and over my head, immediately throwing into the trash. There was no way those stains were coming out.
"What was it?" Giles removed his glasses as he came into the room, an open book in his other hand.
"I have no idea. I've never seen one of these before."
"Well, did it have any distinguishing marks? Uncommon physical attributes?" He seemed slightly exasperated but honestly, after seven years, one demon isn't that different from another in my book.
"He was big. Yellow. Purple on the inside apparently. Horns on the sides of his head. He seemed to be protecting whatever he was carrying while we were fighting. That was odd, I guess." I shrugged. All I really wanted to do was get out of these clothes and into the shower.
"What was it carrying?"
"Something shiny…I didn't really get a good look at it and then when I killed him, he fell on top of it. It broke and kind of just vaporized. It was weird."
"It vaporized?"
"Yeah. Does that mean anything to you?" Before my full question even got out he was searching to find a variety of books. Research is my exit cue. "I'm going to go shower."
The next day…
"Dawn, let's go! You need to get to school!"
"I know, I know. Just gimme a second."
"Seriously, I'm walking out the door right now and if you aren't down here in two seconds, you won't have a-" I was cut off as I left the house and immediately stumbled into something – someone – behind me. "Who are you?"
"I am Aurora, mistress. I am here to serve you."
A/N: Okay I know this chapter is short but I really didn't know how to start this. I know how I want it to end. So bear with me. This is just setting things up. Review!