Author's Note: Enjoy this super long chapter!
Buffy slammed her car door and unzipped her white sweat jacket. Sighing, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and scanned the area for any of the things that go bump in the night. Satisfied that the outside of the cemetery was safe, Buffy headed in.
"Giles!" She called into the dark abyss.
"Here!" His familiar British voice shouted back.
She smiled. Even though she felt pathetic right now, hearing Giles' safe voice made her feel much better. Over the past four years, he had become like a father to her. He had protected her, comforted her, and cared for. He had even quit his job from the Watcher's Council to help her more. He was the only person in her life, besides her mother, who had stayed with her through it all and she loved him for that.
As she turned the corner, she could see him fiddling with his digital camera. He was muttering British obscenities as he kept pushing button after button trying to make it work. Smiling, she took the camera out of his hands and turned it on. She then handed it back to him and pointed to the button on the side.
"Hit that when you want to take a picture." Giles nodded and then adjusted his glasses, something that Buffy had grown so accustomed to.
"Ah, thank you."
"No prob." Buffy pulled out a state from her pocket and handed it to him, but he held out his hand.
"I have some already, thank you." The stake stealthily slipped back into her pocket. The two began to patrol, something that Buffy had also come accustomed to. "So, how was Angel?"
She didn't answer and increased her pace.
"I trust he was able to tell you why we were unable to tell you why he was here?" The Watcher waited for a response, but got none. Sighing, he tried to keep up her pace and then added softly: "I'm sorry that I hid the fact that Angel was here, but he—and all of us—were just trying to keep you safe. He was worried Buffy, and he did what he thought was right."
Buffy spun around then, furry flashing in her eyes.
"Drop it, Giles," She hissed. "I don't want to talk about it."
"But Buffy—!"
"Stop!" She growled. Her ex-Watcher's face fell and a pang of guilt ran through her. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she smiled sadly. "I'm sorry for snapping at you, Giles and I do forgive you for hiding the truth from me." Before he could reply, the two heard a noise in the distance and a scream. Sprinting, Buffy pulled out her stake, but stopped when she saw that it wasn't a vampire causing the commotion. She motioned for Giles to come closer. "I do believe we've found your demon."
Giles stifled a gasp when he saw the demon was actually in the guise of a beautiful young woman. Her raven colored hair flowed gracefully to the middle of her back. Her skin was sun kissed and she was wearing a gorgeous white dress which had traces of the blood on it. In front of her was a body of a young man with an arm ripped off and in the demon's hand.
"She's eating it." Giles remarked as he pulled out the camera. It clicked and then, unfortunately flashed.
Giles didn't have time to process what happened next because it was too fast.
The demon spun around and Giles saw that her face was painfully beautiful. Her sea-blue eyes seemed to pierce directly into his soul. He only saw her true nature as she hissed and showed her huge fangs. She charged and Giles knew he was toast.
Buffy moved quickly and intercepted the demon's attack. Surprised, the demon took a step back.
"Slayer?" It questioned in a melodious voice. To Buffy, it sounded way too sweet. The Slayer smirked and twirled the stake in her hand. She was actually glad she would get to work off some of her frustration about Angel. For once, being the Slayer didn't seem so bad.
"That's my name, don't wear it out." They began to circle each other, an evil grin on the demon's face.
"I was hoping we'd run into each other," She told Buffy. "Seems you got the locals completely terrified of you."
"Well, that kinda comes with the job description." Buffy answered sarcastically.
"It'll be an honor to kill you."
The circling stopped.
"I hate to break it to you," Buffy began, bracing herself for attack. "But you're the one who is going to be killed."
"Well—"
"Can we stop with the talking?" Buffy asked tiredly. "I kinda would like to kill you and then soak in a long nice hot bath."
The demon laughed dryly.
"Then, by all mean, let's do this."
The demon charged and Buffy barely managed to block. This demon was fast that was for sure. Before the demon could strike again, Buffy punched her in the stomach. She followed that up with a kick and another punch to the face. The demon staggered back and Buffy was about to throw another punch when the demon's hand caught it. She began to close her hand around it, trying to crush Buffy's hand. Buffy managed to free herself, but was tossed into a tombstone.
"Is that all you got?" The demon asked as Buffy stood up. She wiped some blood off of her lip and dusted herself off. She motioned for Giles to hide behind the tombstone and he grudgingly obliged. Buffy smirked at the demon as she cracked her arm.
"What?" Buffy questioned. "You tired already?" Buffy could just Giles frowning at her for deliberately provoking the demon, but she didn't care. This fight was letting her get out all her frustrations about Angel.
"You sure are an interesting girl, Slayer," The demon held her hand out and the light shimmered. "But I'm getting tired." The shimmering stopped and a sword was now in her hand.
She attacked and Buffy quickly dodged. They repeated this pattern for the next five minutes until Giles stood up and the demon instantly focused on him. Buffy sprinted and her reaction was like lightning. She pushed Giles out of the way as the blade stabbed her side.
"Buffy!" Giles yelled.
The sword glowed neon green and Buffy grunted as she pulled the weapon out.
"A sword," She began to cough. "Is the best you can do?"
The demon smirked and had all knowing look in her eyes which was really pissing Buffy out. She summoned up all her strength and cut the demon's head off. The moment the head hit the ground, the body disappeared. Giles ran over to Buffy. He was confused, but alright and he turned all his attention to his wounded Slayer.
"Buffy, are you ok?" The ex-watcher tried to have her sit because he could see how much she was bleeding and standing was probably not a good thing for her at the moment.
"Guess she lost her head," Buffy muttered. "God, that was a really bad pun."
And with that, Buffy Summers collapsed.
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