Fang-Ache
A.N. - Hello, All! I came up with this (not so original) idea whilst in the middle of a very painful tooth-ache in my Advanced Higher Art class (which I passed! Yay!). Thought it would be kind of funny and decided just to write it and give it a try.
Please review, I promise, I don't bite... honestly! smirks
Hani xXx
Chapter 1 - The Sandals From Hell
It was hot and sunny. Well, it was Sunnydale... Sunnydale was often hot and sunny even in Winter. The fact that this was generally because Sunnydale was usually battling some great fiery hell-based threat was a fact that Buffy Summers generally liked to ignore.
Today was sunny in the conventional way. No great fiery hell-based threats that Buffy could see... Not yet anyway. There was always some great fiery hell-based threat just around the corner. But Buffy was in an optimistic kind of mood and was at present ignoring that specific corner.
She wandered down the street in her light beige top and dressy-casual jeans. She'd chosen some very pretty sandals from her wardrobe which she'd completely forgotten about. She soon remembered the reason why she'd completely 'forgotten' about said sandals when she noticed the massive blister on her heel.
"Damn it." she exclaimed, limping over to a nearby wall to massage her injury, "Stupid sandals." she groaned on like this for some time, then finally decided that hurrying to her destination, the Magic Box, would decrease her discomfort. Or, at least, offer a sugary drink and possibly a spell to rid her of her blister. She hoped the latter would be available. Gawd, did she hope so.
She limped on down the street, attracting odd looks from general passers-by. Buffy was used to recieving odd looks; she'd been popular, then unpopular, then an out-and-out freak at high school; she'd also been beaten up and wounded many times. A bleeding girl staggering out of a graveyard will always attract odd looks... although not that many people did venture out near graveyards after dark. The vampire population in Sunnydale saw to that. She reached the Magic Box and threw herself inside, in a style usually adopted by Spike when he's avoiding the sun. She kicked off the 'evil sandals from hell', and slammed them against the wall.
"Are they evil biting sandals?" Xander asked, staring at the offending shoes.
"Nope. They're stupid heel blistering sandals." Buffy corrected, giving the pretty shoes one last glare before sitting down in a vacant chair around the table of books. She looked at the books as if she'd never seen them before, then looked at Willow and Xander and Giles, then looked back at the books. She did this again, and then also glanced at the several empty coffee cups.
"We're having group hang time?"
Giles removed his spectacles and began to clean them. "No. We're not."
"There was something in the papers," Willow said, "A murder... the murderer took the guy's eyes." she made a grossed-out face then lifted a book. "We think it may have been this demon."
"Well, we've narrowed it down to that demon." Giles said, finally replacing the glasses.
Buffy took the book and looked at the demon. It was a pretty typical demon, as far as demons go. It had gnarled looking greyish skin and big scary-as-hell claw-like talon-thingies. It had the big fangs thing going down, and basically looked pretty much like every other demon Buffy had ever encountered. Except for one thing. It had no eyes.
"Bye bye nice summers' day." she said putting the demonology book down. "Do we know anything about this thing?"
"Well, if it is, indeed, this demon it will be nocturnal." Giles explained.
Buffy perked up a little, "So we're saying that a nice hot sunny day of fun is not out of the question?"
Giles frowned, "Work comes first, Buffy."
"I know," she said, sounding utterly deflated, "It's just that I was all dressed for the weather... and we need some fun." she grinned, "And I thought we could go to the beach."
"Surfing?" Xander asked.
"Ice-cream with those little flakes?" Willow said, her face lighting up.
"No. Definately not, I forbid it." Giles said, in his best party-pooper tone of voice, "We have to find this thing and, and kill it."
"We have to find the what and do what?" Dawn asked as she and Tara entered. Anya, who had been by the till in her 'happy-to-help-as-long-as-you're-happy-to-buy' pose rushed over to take the bag of empty till rolls from the blonde wicca.
"Thankyou, I'm grateful." she said, rushing back to the till to install one into it.
Tara smiled then went to the table to sit by Willow.
"There's some demon stealing eyes." Buffy said.
"Oh." Dawn said, her face fallen, "Could we maybe leave it and go to the beach?"
Buffy grinned, great minds think alike and all. But no, she had to set a good example.
"No, Dawnie, work comes first. We have to find this thing and kill it." she grinned at Giles.
Dawn whined, "Why? It's lovely outside." she indicated the window, "And if we wait until dark, Spike can help."
Everyone looked uncomfortable. The teenager was always so happy around Spike.
The truth was that Spike would probably be not help anyway... he was having some problems of his own, and they certainly weren't beach-related.
A.N. - I'm sorry that was short and didn't have any Spike in it. I promise next chapter will have lots of Spike. And he's gonna be topless, promise!
