Story Title: Hellmouth Reanimated
Chapter Title: Introduction
Authors of the story: Angela (Loveable Ange) and Matt.
Chapter Author: Angela
A/N: Matt and I (Angela) have decided to start writing a fanfic dealing with what happens after Buffy and Angel end? What happens to the slayers? The hellmouths? This is just a look at one small town in California. (It is an actual town, but in case you're really sad and don't know that this isn't real, There are NO vampires or demons or evil entities living in Pacific Grove…unless you count those scary people in the malls that try to make you buy things….-shudder-) I hope you enjoy. Please read and review.
Introduction
"Xander, Andrew," said Mr. Giles, taking his glasses off to clean them. He rubbed the lenses with the bottom of his sweater and then placed them back on his face. "Have a seat"
Andrew sat in the chair to the right, and Xander took his seat to the left so that he could see Giles better. The two wore business suits—Xander's a simple black with a red tie, and Andrew was dressed in a vibrant plum suit, undoubtedly modeled after The Joker's.
"The reason I've asked you here is to assign you both with permanent missions," Giles informed them. He glanced up to them after looking down to an open folder. "Willow will be joining you. She's gone ahead to California."
"California?" Whined Andrew, "Mr. Giles, you know how much I hate California! I wanted to get out of there for years. Can't I go back to Italy?" He wiggled his eyebrows with a hopeful smile.
Giles shook his head, "Buffy is acting in Italy. She and Dawn will be able to handle it as soon as Dawn takes her final exam, and I'm very sure she will pass with flying colors." He nodded a little bit in reference to Dawn's Watcher's exam.
"Why us?" Andrew asked.
"Yeah," Xander chimed in, "Couldn't you assign another watcher?"
"You two and Willow know how to deal with a hellmouth," Giles sighed. He ran his palm over his thinning hair.
"Wait uno momento, Giles," Andrew said, thoroughly panicked, "We, I mean, Spike, got rid of the big, flamey mouth of hell in California. Remember? When Sunnydale made like the Deathstar and went ker-plooey?"
"There's another one," Giles said, sounding annoyed with Andrew's constant Star Wars references.
"Let me ask a question I know we're all thinking," said Xander, "How?"
"Due to the events in Sunnydale, the mystical energies that create the hellmouth were diverted to a different town. It created a new hellmouth, creating danger for this town," Giles explained. "Do you understand?"
"So…since we collapsed Sunnydale, the hellmouth started blowing in a different part of the state?" Andrew inquired. He bit the top of his pen after he finished, awaiting an answer.
"In laymen's terms, yes," Giles said. He scooted a little closer to his desk, and opened a drawer to pull a few files out.
"You're sending three of us to deal with a slayer? Giles, I thought you thought better of us," Xander joked. He gave the old watcher a smile.
"Not one slayer, "Giles told them. He finished thumbing through the files in his drawer and dropped a pile in front of the two men. "Three."
A/N: I hope you liked the introduction. If you did, there's plenty more coming to you, but if you didn't....I'm gonna post anyway! -Sticks tongue out- Nyah!
