This is set early college, pre-Riley. I own nothing but the plot.
My Blood Tells of You by PunkZinn
"Giles, some girl just attacked me. She's lucky I didn't stake her," said Buffy as she huffed her way into the Magic Box, slamming the door behind her.
Anya looked up from the front of the shop where she was pretending to do inventory, moving around pretty boxes and jars filled with some things not so pretty. "Why didn't you?" she asked.
"Anya, Buffy doesn't kill people," said Giles in the exasperated tone her generally took on after a few hours in close quarters with Anya.
"That's a silly rule," Anya pouted and they ignored her.
"Do you have any idea why she attacked you?" asked Giles.
"I think she thought I was a vampire."
Giles thought for a moment, "Another Slayer?"
"I don't think so," said Buffy, "She had the moves but not the oomph."
Giles removed his glasses, "We're going to need to find this girl."
"She sounded pretty out of town, I'll start checking motels," said Buffy already turning toward the door again, eager to unravel a new mystery.
"Sounded?" asked Giles, motioning her to pause a minute.
"Yah... did I tell you she had a sword?"
"No, you didn't. Buffy, what do you mean sounded?"
Buffy headed for the door. "English, Giles. Hey, maybe you should come! She might know you."
"Buffy, just because I'm from England it doesn't mean I know everyone with an English accent." Giles returned his glasses to his nose and went into the training room behind the shop. He returned with a sword, Buffy grinned. "All the same," he said.
My Blood Tells of You by PunkZinn
"Giles, some girl just attacked me. She's lucky I didn't stake her," said Buffy as she huffed her way into the Magic Box, slamming the door behind her.
Anya looked up from the front of the shop where she was pretending to do inventory, moving around pretty boxes and jars filled with some things not so pretty. "Why didn't you?" she asked.
"Anya, Buffy doesn't kill people," said Giles in the exasperated tone her generally took on after a few hours in close quarters with Anya.
"That's a silly rule," Anya pouted and they ignored her.
"Do you have any idea why she attacked you?" asked Giles.
"I think she thought I was a vampire."
Giles thought for a moment, "Another Slayer?"
"I don't think so," said Buffy, "She had the moves but not the oomph."
Giles removed his glasses, "We're going to need to find this girl."
"She sounded pretty out of town, I'll start checking motels," said Buffy already turning toward the door again, eager to unravel a new mystery.
"Sounded?" asked Giles, motioning her to pause a minute.
"Yah... did I tell you she had a sword?"
"No, you didn't. Buffy, what do you mean sounded?"
Buffy headed for the door. "English, Giles. Hey, maybe you should come! She might know you."
"Buffy, just because I'm from England it doesn't mean I know everyone with an English accent." Giles returned his glasses to his nose and went into the training room behind the shop. He returned with a sword, Buffy grinned. "All the same," he said.