Buffy's temples pulsed in pain. Her headache had started a few hours ago
and she couldn't get rid of it. She had tried everything, and was beginning
to consider a head transplant. What made it worse was that it was raining
and every soft patter of droplets on her window was resonating through her
like a bass drumbeat. It was raining, she had a headache.and it was
Tuesday. "Some thing bad is gonna happen..." She thought. "Bad things
ALWAYS happen on a Tuesday ". She really didn't know if there was any
foundation for this, but thinking it made her feel a little better. Buffy
reached for her glass of water without looking, her eyes resting on the
textbooks before her, without really reading. The glass of water hit the
floor with a dull wet thud, the clear liquid spilling onto her new carpet.
She rolled her eyes and sighed, "Let's just hope this is all..." She
cleared the spilt water and returned to her studying.
Giles liked the rain, He liked the way that it pattered against the glass panes of his windows. Letting out a deep, satisfied sigh he took a bite out of the biscuit he was eating, and sipped at the accompanying hot tea. Closing his eyes softly, took a deep breath whilst his nose hovered over the honey colored liquid of the tea, the crisp scent filled his senses. Leaving his eyes closed, Giles focused on the soft caressing pitter-patter of the raindrops on his windows, the sound relaxed him, it reminded him of home. When he had indulged himself in the moment to his satisfaction, he allowed his eyes to open slowly. Which scanned the spine of the book he had been reading "The Tribute". Its cover was thick leather, aged; yet sturdy, Giles mused that this must have been how Buffy, Xander and the others saw him. His fingers ran over the embossed cover, tracing the outlines of the simple image there on the cover. A simplistic female body. He smiled slowly, the sounds of the rain entering back into his ears. Closing his eyes again he merely thought that nothing bad could happen tonight. Everything was perfect.
Somewhere in Sunnydale, a large ball of soggy tissue sailed through the air. Its arc conveyed it precisely into the trashcan. He could do it with his eyes closed at the moment; he'd had a lot of practice. You see he was just recovering from a cold, and he'd lost count of the amount of times he'd blown his nose. Sure, Anya had done her best TLC thing, but at the end of the day, Xander just wanted to see the end of this "Cold from Hell". He'd even contemplated going to the store and buying one of those little basketball hoops executives hang over their trashcans. He swore that by now he'd have broken the NBA scoring record. Xander Sniffed as he watched the advertisements during a break in a Jackie Chan movie, then sighed, he needed something to help him cheer up, so he went to the kitchen and sought solace in the fridge. his fingers clasped around a bottle and he lifted it out of the fridge. "Dr. Pepper" he read aloud, and then remembered the adverts "What's the worst that could happen?"
Willow lay on her bed and gazed out of her open window at the raindrops, she softly extended a hand outside and let the droplets of rain fall onto it, the rain was heavy, but still she loved the sensation of the rain on her soft skin. The candles that lit her otherwise dark room flickered a little under the drafts, but they stay lit. Tara knocked on the door slightly and after cracking the door open, poked her head in, "Hey you." she said "I've got a present for you." Willow brought her hand back inside, looked around and raised a brow, Tara, pushed the door all the way open to reveal to big mugs of Hot Chocolate. Willows eyes lit up like a kid in a sweet shop as Tara walked inside, set the mugs down and sank slowly on to the bed next to Willow, It was at this point Willow thought "This is turning into the Perfect night."
In an Alley near the center of town, the glowing end of a cigarette burned brightly in the shadows as Spike inhaled. He was here, trying to take cover from the rain, he hated getting wet. He never knew why. It was just something that bugged him. Always had and, probably, always would. For some reason that he couldn't explain, he was angry. He just had the urge to hurt something, and hurt it badly. He exhaled the Smoke and raised the bottle of Jack Daniels he was holding to his lips to take a drink. But then he stopped; he lowered the bottle again as his focus fixed on something. He flicked the stub of his cigarette across the alley, took a swift swig of the JD and re-capped it, he let a little grin spread across his face and headed out into the rain.
Giles liked the rain, He liked the way that it pattered against the glass panes of his windows. Letting out a deep, satisfied sigh he took a bite out of the biscuit he was eating, and sipped at the accompanying hot tea. Closing his eyes softly, took a deep breath whilst his nose hovered over the honey colored liquid of the tea, the crisp scent filled his senses. Leaving his eyes closed, Giles focused on the soft caressing pitter-patter of the raindrops on his windows, the sound relaxed him, it reminded him of home. When he had indulged himself in the moment to his satisfaction, he allowed his eyes to open slowly. Which scanned the spine of the book he had been reading "The Tribute". Its cover was thick leather, aged; yet sturdy, Giles mused that this must have been how Buffy, Xander and the others saw him. His fingers ran over the embossed cover, tracing the outlines of the simple image there on the cover. A simplistic female body. He smiled slowly, the sounds of the rain entering back into his ears. Closing his eyes again he merely thought that nothing bad could happen tonight. Everything was perfect.
Somewhere in Sunnydale, a large ball of soggy tissue sailed through the air. Its arc conveyed it precisely into the trashcan. He could do it with his eyes closed at the moment; he'd had a lot of practice. You see he was just recovering from a cold, and he'd lost count of the amount of times he'd blown his nose. Sure, Anya had done her best TLC thing, but at the end of the day, Xander just wanted to see the end of this "Cold from Hell". He'd even contemplated going to the store and buying one of those little basketball hoops executives hang over their trashcans. He swore that by now he'd have broken the NBA scoring record. Xander Sniffed as he watched the advertisements during a break in a Jackie Chan movie, then sighed, he needed something to help him cheer up, so he went to the kitchen and sought solace in the fridge. his fingers clasped around a bottle and he lifted it out of the fridge. "Dr. Pepper" he read aloud, and then remembered the adverts "What's the worst that could happen?"
Willow lay on her bed and gazed out of her open window at the raindrops, she softly extended a hand outside and let the droplets of rain fall onto it, the rain was heavy, but still she loved the sensation of the rain on her soft skin. The candles that lit her otherwise dark room flickered a little under the drafts, but they stay lit. Tara knocked on the door slightly and after cracking the door open, poked her head in, "Hey you." she said "I've got a present for you." Willow brought her hand back inside, looked around and raised a brow, Tara, pushed the door all the way open to reveal to big mugs of Hot Chocolate. Willows eyes lit up like a kid in a sweet shop as Tara walked inside, set the mugs down and sank slowly on to the bed next to Willow, It was at this point Willow thought "This is turning into the Perfect night."
In an Alley near the center of town, the glowing end of a cigarette burned brightly in the shadows as Spike inhaled. He was here, trying to take cover from the rain, he hated getting wet. He never knew why. It was just something that bugged him. Always had and, probably, always would. For some reason that he couldn't explain, he was angry. He just had the urge to hurt something, and hurt it badly. He exhaled the Smoke and raised the bottle of Jack Daniels he was holding to his lips to take a drink. But then he stopped; he lowered the bottle again as his focus fixed on something. He flicked the stub of his cigarette across the alley, took a swift swig of the JD and re-capped it, he let a little grin spread across his face and headed out into the rain.
