Part 1
I wince as the vampire hurls Xander into a garbage dumpster. Anya jumps onto the demon's back, trying to distract him, but it doesn't work. From a couple of feet away, Willow raises her hand and starts to chant a spell.
"Anya move!" Tara shouts then sticks a wooden stake into the vampire's back.
"You missed the heart." He smiles menacingly, running his tongue along his fangs.
"Ventilo." The words float out of Willow's mouth. Her eyes turn black and empty. The vampire kicks his legs furiously then yelps as he is tossed into air.
"Take that! Ha!" Xander smirks as he dusts himself.
The vampire growls and picks himself up. He isn't afraid. I can't smell his fear. Buffy kicks him in the face and immediately tries to stake him, but he rolls away.
"Bad, bad evil." She says with a frown.
I watch anxiously as the robot punches the demon in the gut just like Buffy used to. The vampire throws her off by pulling her hair. She yelps helplessly.
"Ventil. ventilda!" Xander shouts with a wave of a hand.
Of course it doesn't work. He doesn't have the power. He didn't even get the spell right. With a look, he urges Willow to do something.
"You're mine." The vampire sneers, dragging her by the hair and ramming her into a wall.
"Run!" Willow shouts to the others.
"Yeah! Run you evil vampire!" Xander starts to threaten then realizes that they were supposed to be doing the running.
"What about Buffybo-?" Tara catches herself from exposing the truth.
"She will be fine." Willow pulls on her girlfriend's arm.
I move back into the shadow so that they won't see me as they run out of the alley.
"No, no. Don't you do that." Buffybot warns the vampire.
I peer out from my hidden spot and watch in horror as he rips a handful of hair from her head. She doesn't seem fazed and continues to throw punches at him, which he dodges with ease. She is in trouble and she doesn't know it.
"Pussycat, be good now." He leers at her.
"Pussycat? Where?" She looks around.
He kicks her ankle and she falls face down on the ground. "Meow." He purrs and places his foot roughly on her back, pinning her down.
"Dirty foot on shirt. Stains are hard to get out. Willow uses Tide with deep cleaning with bleach alternative. Keeps the whites white and the colors bright" She rambles on.
"Enough small talk doll." He grabs her head with both hands as she struggles.
He is going to snap her neck.
I leap out of the shadow and push him off her. He punches me in the face and I hit back with equal force.
"What the-"
I cut him off with a kick. He doubles over and falls next to Buffybot. He reaches over to finish his task, but I'm too fast for him. She coughs as the dust begins to settle.
"You are strong. You are very strong." She smiles brightly as I extend my hand to help her up. I can't help but grin at the cheerful look on her face despite the fact that she has a bald spot on her head.
"Who are you, macho man?" She asks with an innocent look.
She doesn't recognize me. When Willow had come over to Los Angeles to tell me the news of Buffy's death, she probably didn't expect to me back here. She told me that I was welcome to come to the funeral, but I politely refused. That was not how I wanted to remember Buffy. Not with her buried in the ground. Not like that. The funeral was three months ago. I never made it. However, here I am back in Sunnydale trying to undo the wrong.
"You saved my life. Who are you?" She beams.
"A friend." I answer.
"I only have five friends. Xander, Anya, Willow, Tara and Spike," she quips.
I turn around and she gives me a confused look. I came here to fight the lost battle.
I wince as the vampire hurls Xander into a garbage dumpster. Anya jumps onto the demon's back, trying to distract him, but it doesn't work. From a couple of feet away, Willow raises her hand and starts to chant a spell.
"Anya move!" Tara shouts then sticks a wooden stake into the vampire's back.
"You missed the heart." He smiles menacingly, running his tongue along his fangs.
"Ventilo." The words float out of Willow's mouth. Her eyes turn black and empty. The vampire kicks his legs furiously then yelps as he is tossed into air.
"Take that! Ha!" Xander smirks as he dusts himself.
The vampire growls and picks himself up. He isn't afraid. I can't smell his fear. Buffy kicks him in the face and immediately tries to stake him, but he rolls away.
"Bad, bad evil." She says with a frown.
I watch anxiously as the robot punches the demon in the gut just like Buffy used to. The vampire throws her off by pulling her hair. She yelps helplessly.
"Ventil. ventilda!" Xander shouts with a wave of a hand.
Of course it doesn't work. He doesn't have the power. He didn't even get the spell right. With a look, he urges Willow to do something.
"You're mine." The vampire sneers, dragging her by the hair and ramming her into a wall.
"Run!" Willow shouts to the others.
"Yeah! Run you evil vampire!" Xander starts to threaten then realizes that they were supposed to be doing the running.
"What about Buffybo-?" Tara catches herself from exposing the truth.
"She will be fine." Willow pulls on her girlfriend's arm.
I move back into the shadow so that they won't see me as they run out of the alley.
"No, no. Don't you do that." Buffybot warns the vampire.
I peer out from my hidden spot and watch in horror as he rips a handful of hair from her head. She doesn't seem fazed and continues to throw punches at him, which he dodges with ease. She is in trouble and she doesn't know it.
"Pussycat, be good now." He leers at her.
"Pussycat? Where?" She looks around.
He kicks her ankle and she falls face down on the ground. "Meow." He purrs and places his foot roughly on her back, pinning her down.
"Dirty foot on shirt. Stains are hard to get out. Willow uses Tide with deep cleaning with bleach alternative. Keeps the whites white and the colors bright" She rambles on.
"Enough small talk doll." He grabs her head with both hands as she struggles.
He is going to snap her neck.
I leap out of the shadow and push him off her. He punches me in the face and I hit back with equal force.
"What the-"
I cut him off with a kick. He doubles over and falls next to Buffybot. He reaches over to finish his task, but I'm too fast for him. She coughs as the dust begins to settle.
"You are strong. You are very strong." She smiles brightly as I extend my hand to help her up. I can't help but grin at the cheerful look on her face despite the fact that she has a bald spot on her head.
"Who are you, macho man?" She asks with an innocent look.
She doesn't recognize me. When Willow had come over to Los Angeles to tell me the news of Buffy's death, she probably didn't expect to me back here. She told me that I was welcome to come to the funeral, but I politely refused. That was not how I wanted to remember Buffy. Not with her buried in the ground. Not like that. The funeral was three months ago. I never made it. However, here I am back in Sunnydale trying to undo the wrong.
"You saved my life. Who are you?" She beams.
"A friend." I answer.
"I only have five friends. Xander, Anya, Willow, Tara and Spike," she quips.
I turn around and she gives me a confused look. I came here to fight the lost battle.