BAD BLOOD

A Buffy the Vampire Slayer story.

P.J. Dickinson

Part Three: Hell

Epilogue.

Giles opened the large wooden chest at the bottom of his bed and carefully removed some items until he found what he had been looking for. It was a clear zip-lock bag. He opened it and examined the contents; a grubby 'Van DerGraph Generator' T-shirt and a rusted safety pin. He spent a few moments looking at them then put them back in the bag and with a sigh added Olivia's ring. He wondered what would be placed in the bag next. This made him think momentarily of Ethan but that was a dead end as far as he was concerned. He did not wish his old friend ill but he hoped he never met him again.

He returned the contents to the case and shut the lid. He had a quick shower and slipped between the sheets of his bed with the Trollop book he had promised himself what seemed like a lifetime ago. He was asleep before he could open it.

As he slept he dreamt and through this medium his subconscious communicated something to him. He woke with a start and blindly searched his bedside table for his glasses. The phone rang and he lifted the receiver as if he had been expecting it. He knew who was on the other end.

"Yes Buffy?"

"Giles I was dreaming."

"I know. The Initiative was experimenting on the Pnarwaidh."

"Exactly. What the Hell were Myth demons doing on Earth to begin with?"

THE END.