Persephone Tinkerbell It Came To California

Chapter 9- Drawn to Sunnydale

Bill stood outside the Library building for a few minutes willing himself to go inside. This was it. Time to face the music. Time to jump straight back into this nightmare. It may not be the same town, but it was the same evil. It had to be. Mike was so sure. Eventually he opened the creaky wooden door and walked inside. The library was quiet. Bill looked around for a glimpse of Mike but his eyes caught something else first. A book, or rather a display of books. Gargoyle's Dance by Bill Denbrough, The Smile by Bill Denbrough, The Glowing by Bill Denbrough, and others. He grinned to himself.

In the centre of the library stood a large squared off area where the Librarians sat. One solitary librarian was still working away. Mike Hanlon. Bill strode over to the desk and caught Mike's eye. "I know how old I look" his old friend said standing up to greet him. They hugged briefly then Mike looked down at his watch. "We should go, the others will be arriving at the restaurant soon.

They had arranged to meet at a small Chinese restaurant on the main street. The plan was to enjoy something pleasant before getting down to business. Mike planned to tell the others about the Winchesters over dinner, before meeting the two brothers back in the library. As Mike and Bill made their way to the restaurant Bill noticed that there weren't many other people around. In fact Bill hadn't seen many people all day. Finally he decided to ask about it. "Mike, is it just me or do the people of Sunnydale not go out much." Mike nodded. "This isn't the first time strange things have been happening here in Sunnydale. It's just the first, that I've known what it is. Some people say that evil is drawn here, I don't know, but people mostly stay indoors, especially in the evenings."

Ben arrived at the restaurant to find himself the only one there. Noticing a couple of decanters on a side table he decided to pour himself a drink to steady his nerves. "Excuse me, I'm looking for the Hanlon party." He looked up to see the speaker had a familiar face, Eddie.

"Eddie? Eddie Kaspbrack?"

"Haystack?"

"What happened to the rest of you?"

"Gone but not forgotten"

Just as they went to hug each other Mike and Bill arrived. The four stared at each other for a few seconds. None of them had seen each other in so long it was overwhelming. When the spell broke they finally approached one other. From the corner Richie watched them embrace. How could they be so calm. He was freaking out. But the others were just chatting away like old friends do. Didn't they realise why they were here. It had taken all of his courage to come here tonight. Were they that much stronger than him. Humour had always been his defence mechanism, it would just have to do one more time. He couldn't let them see him so worked up. He walked over to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. Time to face the music.

"Alright, who got bald, who got wrinkled, and how many of god's children got wings."

"Beep Beep Richie"

It was then that Beverly made her entrance. The room went silent as they all turned to look at her and the memories came flooding back like a tidal wave. She could hardly keep herself walking through the onslaught. "What a bunch of handsome old men" but then it finally overwhelmed her. She fell forward in a faint.

After she regained consciousness Mike realised he couldn't put it off any longer. They weren't doing themselves any favours. They would have to talk about why they were here. It was a shame that Stan wasn't there, but he had a feeling that Stan wouldn't show at all that night. Something had seemed off after he spoke to him on the phone. He should just come out and say it. "Well, I suppose we all know why we're here..."

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