Day 12: Wesley
Sunnydale. Hellmouth, demonic epicentre and sleepy little town with half a shopping mall. I arrived here exactly forty-six hours ago, and let me just say that these have been both the best and worst 46 hours of my life.
You see, I've already been attacked by vampires. Twice. And I got lost – a near impossible feet in a 34 square mile town. However, I did discover that the place has not two, not four, but forty-three churches. That's more than one per square mile. I suppose the citizens of Sunnydale are devout. Still, I'm sure things will look up once I have met my slayer…s.
That's a very strange phenomena, that is. Two slayers… well, let's just say if I'd suggested that to the council five years ago they would have laughed in my face. However, according to Mr Giles' records, there are now two active slayers. Buffy died toward the end of 1997, albeit only for a minute or so. Apparently it was enough to for a new slayer to be called. So now there are two of them.
My next task is to find this high school where I am to meet Miss Summers and Miss Lehane… According to the directions I was given I am not far off, but it is safe to assume that little goes to plan here in Sunnydale. I've been driving slowly, trying to get myself accustomed not only to the town, but also to driving on the wrong side of the bloody road! Who ever thought that driving on the right was in any way normal? I'm honestly quite terrified that I'm going to kill someone. Oh, blast it. I'll find the high school in the morning. For now, I'm just going to go bunk in my hotel.
The next day
"Wesley Windham-Pryce," I shake the young man's hand and he nods non-committedly.
"Oz… Daniel. Daniel Osbourne." He gives me a nod. "Can I help you?"
"Why, yes," this boy is very polite, albeit rather stoic. "I'm looking for Miss Buffy Summers, would you happen to know her?"
The sandy-haired boy nods curtly and turns slightly, catching a red-headed girl by the arm. She smiles warmly, bouncing up on her toes slightly and gives 'Oz' a peck on the cheek.
"Hi sweetie," she smiles.
"Hey Will. Do you know where Buffy is?" He asks 'Will'. "He's looking for her," the boy adds, jerking his thumb back at me.
"She's, uh, you know, with Faith."
"Oh yes, I'm looking for Miss Lehane also," I say brightly. "That is who you are referring to I dare say?"
"Who are you?" The redhead asks suspiciously. I laugh. Of course, they weren't expecting me, but no matter. I'm sure everything will be just peachy as soon as… WHAM.
Something very solid slams me into a bank of lockers.
"Jeeze B, lay off wouldya?" A girl with curled dark hair bounces to a standing position, rocking on the balls of her feet and cracking her knuckles, clearly ready to take on her assailant.
"Only when you do F," 'B' taunts. The newly appeared blonde girl shoves the darker girl with quite a force, but she only stumbles slightly, slinging her arm around 'B's' shoulder.
"That's why I love ya."
The redhead gingerly helps me to my feet and I sit back stunned, watching the increasingly sexual banter between the two girls.
"Who's the baby Giles, Red?" Asks the darker girl.
"Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, apparently." Oz shrugs. I groan inwardly, my visit to Sunnydale high school is really not going well.
"Wicked fancy name," she bounces again. "Whadya think B, friend or foe?" She looks me up and down and I am overcome with a horrible sense of unease. With a loping grace, the blonde stands beside her friend, hitching an arm on her shoulder.
"I'll hear him out. What's he come for anyway?"
"I'm your new Watcher."
The two girls exchange a significant glance, then both completely burst out laughing. So much for making a good first impression then.