Scente Two:
Riley Finn had never liked Angle. Angle or Spike. It had bothered him that they were the only demons he couldn't kill. Not because he wasn't capable. But because he couldn't bring himself to face up to Buffy afterwards. But what did she know? What she didn't know couldn't hurt her. And now he was married and rid of the slayer, although he had to admit he'd felt a pang when he'd seen Buffy again. And something a hell of a lot worse when he'd seen her with Spike. With the doctor. But mabye he only wanted an excuse to come back to sunnydale.
What did it really matter?
Buffy threw a solid punch at the dummy, and then another. It vaugely resembled an obese scarecrow. She wished giles were there to help her train. Dawn stepped into the room. "I told spike." she said. "he wasn't happy." Buffy looked over her shoulder, flicking her golden hair. "I'll bet he wasn't." she said breathily, and threw another punch.
"but he didn't break anything...yet..." "that's" buffy's fist connected with the dummys nose, which was a jagged black line that reeked of permenant marker. "good." Dawn nodded, aranging herself on a whicker, highbacked chair in the corner of the room. "He was talking to a mouse when I got there." "what?" "Yep." Buffy couldn't stop laughing untill tears of mirth blurred her vision. Dawn raised her eyebrows and nodded. "that's our Spike." Buffy's features turned hard. "never say that again." she spat.
Dawn recoiled from Buffy's feirce gaze. "Sorry." her voice quavered as she pulled further into the chair. Buffy stripped her fist of the cardinal red boxing gloves she was wearing. "no," she sighed, "I'M sorry, Dawn." she rubbed her temples as though she had a headache. "It's O.k. What are we going to do about ÔPete's Cows'?" "What makes you think we're going to do anything?" "Come ON, buffy!!!! You can't just let him die!" For a moment there was silence. The two sisters glared,, each one feircer then the next. Buffy's shoulders slumped. "All right...." she said reluctantly. "I guess you should be glad to finally have a problem that doesn't deal with demons."Dawn said encourgingly.
"It does." Buffy said.
Dawn snorted. "demons closeing down all the slaughterhouses in town? unlikely!" "It does."Buffy said again."Spike." In the frount of the magic shop, Xander unfolded a newspaper. Buffy walked in and looked over his shoulder, her hair disheivled from training. The headline was bold black ink and read:Pete's Cows Gone Missing. Xander looked up. "oh hi buff." he said, rippling the newspaper. "look at this." He begane to read the article aloud. "Meat lovers and staff of Pete's Cows alike band together in cunfusion and remorse at the discovery that every Pete's Cows in Sunnydale is sporting new decor-boards on the windows and locks on the doors." "cunfusion and remorse?" Buffy interupted, laughing.
Xander smiled. "the soap opera of cowsville." he said. "Of farmland." Xander and Buffy turned to see Dawn.
"It should be the Opera of Farmland." Dawn said shyly, waving at xander despite the fact he was about a foot away from where she stood.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Sounds like an Iowa thing." she said."Riley would like it....' The mention of Riley brought an abrupt silence.
"His loss." Xander gave Buffy's shoulder a freindly squeaze . Buffy smiled glumly. In an effort to change the subject, Dawn said:"Are there any other slaughterhouses in town?" Xander opened his mouth to answer, but at that moment, the door swung open and in burst Willow. Her gleaming russete hair hung in two braids and her chesnut eyes danced. "Did you hear about Pete's Cows? If you ask me, there's a demon at--" As the mood of the magic stop permeated Willow's consciousness her energetic smile fell. "what's up with all the long faces?" she asked forlornly, rushing to the round table where the others where asembled.
Buffy riffled through the paper then threw it down on the table. "Ugh." she said. "Spike." "and Riley." Dawn added helpfully. Xander glared.
Ignoreing her, Buffy forged on. "Spike gets his blood from there." "Oh." Willow looked confused."Am I suposed to be happy?" "NO!" The other three said with perfect orchestration. "Dawn thinks it's immoral to let him fade away."Buffy explained."She's kind of right." "Is it research time?" Willow asked.
The laptop hummed and a pale blue light pulsed from it's moniter. Willow ran a hand through the glow and the humming hastened into a frantic rythum that could be heard in every corner of the magic shop. Her eye's fluttered shut, and she drew strange symbals with her fingures. They seered through the blue light to the moniter, as though she had cut a hole through a barrior. "cyberpagenism is usefull sometimes, miss calender!" Willow said cheerfully as she sat back with a look of satisfaction. Xander, Buffy, and Dawn crowded behind Willow, drawing up chairs are reclining against the dest to get a better veiw. The glow came to a blinding climax, then faded to reveal the moniter. Window after window opened automaticly, like annoying internet popups.
But popups don't usually get so much attention, are not usually so reveered. Especailly popups concerning slaughterhouses.
Riley Finn had never liked Angle. Angle or Spike. It had bothered him that they were the only demons he couldn't kill. Not because he wasn't capable. But because he couldn't bring himself to face up to Buffy afterwards. But what did she know? What she didn't know couldn't hurt her. And now he was married and rid of the slayer, although he had to admit he'd felt a pang when he'd seen Buffy again. And something a hell of a lot worse when he'd seen her with Spike. With the doctor. But mabye he only wanted an excuse to come back to sunnydale.
What did it really matter?
Buffy threw a solid punch at the dummy, and then another. It vaugely resembled an obese scarecrow. She wished giles were there to help her train. Dawn stepped into the room. "I told spike." she said. "he wasn't happy." Buffy looked over her shoulder, flicking her golden hair. "I'll bet he wasn't." she said breathily, and threw another punch.
"but he didn't break anything...yet..." "that's" buffy's fist connected with the dummys nose, which was a jagged black line that reeked of permenant marker. "good." Dawn nodded, aranging herself on a whicker, highbacked chair in the corner of the room. "He was talking to a mouse when I got there." "what?" "Yep." Buffy couldn't stop laughing untill tears of mirth blurred her vision. Dawn raised her eyebrows and nodded. "that's our Spike." Buffy's features turned hard. "never say that again." she spat.
Dawn recoiled from Buffy's feirce gaze. "Sorry." her voice quavered as she pulled further into the chair. Buffy stripped her fist of the cardinal red boxing gloves she was wearing. "no," she sighed, "I'M sorry, Dawn." she rubbed her temples as though she had a headache. "It's O.k. What are we going to do about ÔPete's Cows'?" "What makes you think we're going to do anything?" "Come ON, buffy!!!! You can't just let him die!" For a moment there was silence. The two sisters glared,, each one feircer then the next. Buffy's shoulders slumped. "All right...." she said reluctantly. "I guess you should be glad to finally have a problem that doesn't deal with demons."Dawn said encourgingly.
"It does." Buffy said.
Dawn snorted. "demons closeing down all the slaughterhouses in town? unlikely!" "It does."Buffy said again."Spike." In the frount of the magic shop, Xander unfolded a newspaper. Buffy walked in and looked over his shoulder, her hair disheivled from training. The headline was bold black ink and read:Pete's Cows Gone Missing. Xander looked up. "oh hi buff." he said, rippling the newspaper. "look at this." He begane to read the article aloud. "Meat lovers and staff of Pete's Cows alike band together in cunfusion and remorse at the discovery that every Pete's Cows in Sunnydale is sporting new decor-boards on the windows and locks on the doors." "cunfusion and remorse?" Buffy interupted, laughing.
Xander smiled. "the soap opera of cowsville." he said. "Of farmland." Xander and Buffy turned to see Dawn.
"It should be the Opera of Farmland." Dawn said shyly, waving at xander despite the fact he was about a foot away from where she stood.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Sounds like an Iowa thing." she said."Riley would like it....' The mention of Riley brought an abrupt silence.
"His loss." Xander gave Buffy's shoulder a freindly squeaze . Buffy smiled glumly. In an effort to change the subject, Dawn said:"Are there any other slaughterhouses in town?" Xander opened his mouth to answer, but at that moment, the door swung open and in burst Willow. Her gleaming russete hair hung in two braids and her chesnut eyes danced. "Did you hear about Pete's Cows? If you ask me, there's a demon at--" As the mood of the magic stop permeated Willow's consciousness her energetic smile fell. "what's up with all the long faces?" she asked forlornly, rushing to the round table where the others where asembled.
Buffy riffled through the paper then threw it down on the table. "Ugh." she said. "Spike." "and Riley." Dawn added helpfully. Xander glared.
Ignoreing her, Buffy forged on. "Spike gets his blood from there." "Oh." Willow looked confused."Am I suposed to be happy?" "NO!" The other three said with perfect orchestration. "Dawn thinks it's immoral to let him fade away."Buffy explained."She's kind of right." "Is it research time?" Willow asked.
The laptop hummed and a pale blue light pulsed from it's moniter. Willow ran a hand through the glow and the humming hastened into a frantic rythum that could be heard in every corner of the magic shop. Her eye's fluttered shut, and she drew strange symbals with her fingures. They seered through the blue light to the moniter, as though she had cut a hole through a barrior. "cyberpagenism is usefull sometimes, miss calender!" Willow said cheerfully as she sat back with a look of satisfaction. Xander, Buffy, and Dawn crowded behind Willow, drawing up chairs are reclining against the dest to get a better veiw. The glow came to a blinding climax, then faded to reveal the moniter. Window after window opened automaticly, like annoying internet popups.
But popups don't usually get so much attention, are not usually so reveered. Especailly popups concerning slaughterhouses.