Chapter Three
Kendra walked down the streets of Sunnydale, practically blinded by the sunlight. It was about eleven o'clock in the morning and she had been walking all night, trying to find Angel. However, she had been unsuccessful in determining his whereabouts and she was tired. During her journey, she had been able to dust a couple of vampires on the way. Consequently, they had been the same vampires that had attacked Ms. Calendar with Xander. Before staking them, Kendra had pushed them for information concerning Angel's location, but neither of them had been willing to talk.
Now, Kendra was walking down the street, hungry and unsure about what to do. She had no money, no food, and no shelter. She was in a familiar, yet strange place. What am I going to do?, she asked herself.
Just as she was about to sit down and ponder thoroughly her present situation, she came upon a house that seemed familiar. I remember this house, she said to herself. Running up the stairs, Kendra rang the doorbell, unsure of what would await her.
After a few moments, the door opened slowly, revealing another adolescent who stared back at Kendra.
"Yes?" asked the house dweller.
"Hi," started Kendra uncertainly, "Willow."
The redhead gave the black girl in front of her a confused look. "Umm... do I know you?"
"Well... actually... no. No you don't." There was an awkward silence as Kendra tried to come up with the right words to say. "You see, I need your help."
"My help..." said Willow slowly.
"Well, it's kind of a long story," said Kendra quickly, "and... um... I... uh... I need your help in stopping the vampires."
"The vampires..." said Willow slowly, again. "Right..."
She doesn't believe a word that I'm saying, Kendra thought to herself. In this reality, she has no idea what's really going on.
"Umm... I see that it was a mistake to come here." stated Kendra, feeling slightly embarrassed. There was another uncomfortable moment of silence. "Perhaps, you could tell me how to find Mr. Giles?"
"Oh, that I can help you with." replied Willow eagerly. "Not, that I know where to find him on Saturdays... but during the week, you can find him at the school library... him being the librarian and all..."
"Uh, thank you, Willow."
Kendra turned away and was just about to walk down the flight of stairs when Willow spoke, "Are you sure that we've never met?"
Kendra turned back around to face Willow. "Yes, I'm sure... but my name is Kendra."
Willow smiled and began closing the door when Kendra remembered something. "Oh, and Willow? For your own safety, please stay away from Xander and never invite him into your house."
Willow's smile faded and she gave Kendra a strange look. When she spoke, it was as if her voice caught in her throat. "Xander? Xander Harris?" Kendra nodded. A single tear ran down Willow's face. "Xander has been dead for over six months now." And she closed the door swiftly in Kendra's face.
* * *
Xander walked in silence through the Bronze, annoyed with the fact that it was daytime and that he couldn't hunt. Or maim, or kill for that matter. A smile crept to his lips as he recalled his last kill for that night. It's interesting how humans can pose such a great threat, yet their bodies are so fragile.
Sauntering into a dimly lit room, Xander surveyed the area until his inhuman eyes came to rest upon the silhouette of another.
"Janna has been eliminated." stated Xander with devilish pride as he approached the figure in the shadows. "As you requested, Master."
"Wonderful." replied the ominous figure. The Master stepped out of the shadows and looked at Xander. "You are making an excellent vampire, indeed, Xander."
Xander bowed his head in respect.
"Ah, I can still remember when I first made you," said the Master, as he settled into his chair. "What was it? Six months ago?" Xander nodded. "You were so strong and so powerful. The first thing that you did was kill your parents and your best friend... what was his name again?"
"Jesse." replied Xander with a smirk, as he relived the moment when his parents and Jesse had begged for their lives before he killed them all and drank their blood.
The Master gave a small chuckle. "I trust that there were no complications, with 'Ms. Calendar'?"
"None whatsoever," replied Xander, making the Master smile. Then, something occurred to him. "But-"
"But?" asked the Master. "But what?"
"After I had killed her... I heard someone whisper my name."
"Go on," said the Master, leaning forward in his chair.
"I turned and there was this girl, staring at me. She was outside, on the ledge, looking through the window."
"A girl," said the Master slowly. "Describe her."
"She was about 16, with long black hair, and dark, creamy skin..." his voice trailed off, recalling the mysterious girl's appearance and how her eyes had been so dark and so piercing.
The Master looked at Xander hard. "This girl... she intrigues you?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"She looked at me as if she knew me, but I have never seen her before."
"Well, if she was with Ms. Calendar, she might pose some sort of threat to us." stated the Master. "Keep an eye out for this girl."
Xander nodded again and turned to leave. Just as he was about to leave the room, the Master asked, "What happened to Steven and Kurtis?"
Xander tried to recall what had happened earlier that night. "I split up with them. I needed to make a 'detour,' and they said that they were coming back here."
"They never showed." declared the Master, without the slightest bit of concern. "What was this detour that you made?"
"I went to see an old friend," said Xander mischievously, licking his lips as he remembered the titillating taste of Willow's blood.
The Master smiled at his disciple. "Leave me now. There is much to plan."
Xander left the room in thought, contemplating this mysterious girl and what unfortunate circumstances could befall Willow. He left the Master, who sat in his chair plotting the destruction of the world and other things closely related.
Kendra walked down the streets of Sunnydale, practically blinded by the sunlight. It was about eleven o'clock in the morning and she had been walking all night, trying to find Angel. However, she had been unsuccessful in determining his whereabouts and she was tired. During her journey, she had been able to dust a couple of vampires on the way. Consequently, they had been the same vampires that had attacked Ms. Calendar with Xander. Before staking them, Kendra had pushed them for information concerning Angel's location, but neither of them had been willing to talk.
Now, Kendra was walking down the street, hungry and unsure about what to do. She had no money, no food, and no shelter. She was in a familiar, yet strange place. What am I going to do?, she asked herself.
Just as she was about to sit down and ponder thoroughly her present situation, she came upon a house that seemed familiar. I remember this house, she said to herself. Running up the stairs, Kendra rang the doorbell, unsure of what would await her.
After a few moments, the door opened slowly, revealing another adolescent who stared back at Kendra.
"Yes?" asked the house dweller.
"Hi," started Kendra uncertainly, "Willow."
The redhead gave the black girl in front of her a confused look. "Umm... do I know you?"
"Well... actually... no. No you don't." There was an awkward silence as Kendra tried to come up with the right words to say. "You see, I need your help."
"My help..." said Willow slowly.
"Well, it's kind of a long story," said Kendra quickly, "and... um... I... uh... I need your help in stopping the vampires."
"The vampires..." said Willow slowly, again. "Right..."
She doesn't believe a word that I'm saying, Kendra thought to herself. In this reality, she has no idea what's really going on.
"Umm... I see that it was a mistake to come here." stated Kendra, feeling slightly embarrassed. There was another uncomfortable moment of silence. "Perhaps, you could tell me how to find Mr. Giles?"
"Oh, that I can help you with." replied Willow eagerly. "Not, that I know where to find him on Saturdays... but during the week, you can find him at the school library... him being the librarian and all..."
"Uh, thank you, Willow."
Kendra turned away and was just about to walk down the flight of stairs when Willow spoke, "Are you sure that we've never met?"
Kendra turned back around to face Willow. "Yes, I'm sure... but my name is Kendra."
Willow smiled and began closing the door when Kendra remembered something. "Oh, and Willow? For your own safety, please stay away from Xander and never invite him into your house."
Willow's smile faded and she gave Kendra a strange look. When she spoke, it was as if her voice caught in her throat. "Xander? Xander Harris?" Kendra nodded. A single tear ran down Willow's face. "Xander has been dead for over six months now." And she closed the door swiftly in Kendra's face.
* * *
Xander walked in silence through the Bronze, annoyed with the fact that it was daytime and that he couldn't hunt. Or maim, or kill for that matter. A smile crept to his lips as he recalled his last kill for that night. It's interesting how humans can pose such a great threat, yet their bodies are so fragile.
Sauntering into a dimly lit room, Xander surveyed the area until his inhuman eyes came to rest upon the silhouette of another.
"Janna has been eliminated." stated Xander with devilish pride as he approached the figure in the shadows. "As you requested, Master."
"Wonderful." replied the ominous figure. The Master stepped out of the shadows and looked at Xander. "You are making an excellent vampire, indeed, Xander."
Xander bowed his head in respect.
"Ah, I can still remember when I first made you," said the Master, as he settled into his chair. "What was it? Six months ago?" Xander nodded. "You were so strong and so powerful. The first thing that you did was kill your parents and your best friend... what was his name again?"
"Jesse." replied Xander with a smirk, as he relived the moment when his parents and Jesse had begged for their lives before he killed them all and drank their blood.
The Master gave a small chuckle. "I trust that there were no complications, with 'Ms. Calendar'?"
"None whatsoever," replied Xander, making the Master smile. Then, something occurred to him. "But-"
"But?" asked the Master. "But what?"
"After I had killed her... I heard someone whisper my name."
"Go on," said the Master, leaning forward in his chair.
"I turned and there was this girl, staring at me. She was outside, on the ledge, looking through the window."
"A girl," said the Master slowly. "Describe her."
"She was about 16, with long black hair, and dark, creamy skin..." his voice trailed off, recalling the mysterious girl's appearance and how her eyes had been so dark and so piercing.
The Master looked at Xander hard. "This girl... she intrigues you?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"She looked at me as if she knew me, but I have never seen her before."
"Well, if she was with Ms. Calendar, she might pose some sort of threat to us." stated the Master. "Keep an eye out for this girl."
Xander nodded again and turned to leave. Just as he was about to leave the room, the Master asked, "What happened to Steven and Kurtis?"
Xander tried to recall what had happened earlier that night. "I split up with them. I needed to make a 'detour,' and they said that they were coming back here."
"They never showed." declared the Master, without the slightest bit of concern. "What was this detour that you made?"
"I went to see an old friend," said Xander mischievously, licking his lips as he remembered the titillating taste of Willow's blood.
The Master smiled at his disciple. "Leave me now. There is much to plan."
Xander left the room in thought, contemplating this mysterious girl and what unfortunate circumstances could befall Willow. He left the Master, who sat in his chair plotting the destruction of the world and other things closely related.
