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AN: I am completely aware my last update was in August, but I had the biggest case of writer's block. It hasn't completely cleared up yet but I have Chapter Eight (I know it's not terribly long and I will probably fix it up once I have finished the fic entirely.)
There will be around thirty chapters in this fic, I expect ( I work faster with feedback, peoples!
Dedication: LASP, for being my biggest fan. See? I did post a new chapter.two months late.(
*~*~*~*~*~*
After dinner, Bryce checked his email.
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To: tech_guy@one.net
From: winsome_wills@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Police Files.
B+L,
I found quite a lot on the murders in the tunnel. They're attached. Apparently, there is one remaining survivor from the massacre - a Mister Samuel Hogarth, who still lives here in Sunnydale. I spoke to Buffy and we are going to speak to him tomorrow, as Mr Hogarth is familiar with both of us.
Any problems call Giles or me. Buffy is on patrol.
Willow.
*************
Bryce read the email aloud to Lara and Lara glared at him. "I really didn't want those teenagers involved with this," Lara sighed and stood up. "But they seem to already be organizing the research party."
"Buffy is the Slayer, Lara. You may need her help when the time comes to retrieve the Amulet - Slayers know all there is to know about folk lore and urban myths," Hilly replied.
Lara snorted in an unladylike fashion. "Hilly, all you need to do is look at Ms Summers to know she is not a traditional Slayer - a mini skirt? None of the traditional Slayers had people who helped them out either. And I certainly don't remember any of the Slayers having a vampire for a boyfriend , do you?"
"No, I expect the Watcher's Council frown upon that sort of thing," Hilly soothed. "We'll be expected back at the High School Library early, if we wish to solve the mystery."
Lara nodded in agreement, "Yes, I'm going to bed. Good night Bryce, Hillary."
"Night, Lara."
"Good night, Lara."
************The Next Morning************
Willow knocked on the door of the Summers' house. Buffy flung open the door and rolled her eyes. "Will! What was that message you left with Mom last night? It was really vague - something about finding someone who can help us if he's not too decripit?"
"Donut?" Willow offered, holding a box towards Buffy. "I have jelly, sugar and those yummy chocolate ones with the caramel and strawberry filling. okay, I'm off the topic. Lara Croft found some information last night, which Bryce emailed me - they don't know what to look for, because they don't know the area too well. So, I pulled up all the research they'd attached and went looking in the files that the police don't really link to."
"Spare me, Will, I can't think before my morning latte," Buffy shook her head. "Tell me in Xander-terms."
"Lots of funny murders commited a long time ago linked to something wiggy - one guy survived the attack and still lives in Sunnydale - we're going to need Cordy for this one," Willow smiled as they arrived at the Expresso Pump.
"Why?" Buffy sighed, standing at the counter.
"Mr Hogarth is her neighbour."
"I can hear it now."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
".Absolutely not," Cordelia cried, slamming her locker door. "Mr Hogarth is very old and frail and will probably drop dead if you ask him to remember * who* or * what* tried to murder him when he was young!"
Buffy turned to Willow. "When were the murders committed?" she asked, flipping her hair to the side.
"During the early to mid 1920s," Willow smirked at Cordelia. "C'mon Cordy, all we have to do is tell him we are completeing a school assignment on the history of Sunnydale and he'll be happy to help." Willow turned to Buffy, "Mr Hogarth is the old guy who ventures down from his castle whenever a school holds some function. Once, he donated a flock of ducklings to the kindergarten as pets! But he got really sick once his daughter died. I wish you'd known him back then."
Buffy nodded. "Look, we really need to find this out. Lara is this close to persuading Giles to let her do this by herself. I really need 'in' on this."
"I'll do whatever I can," Willow grinned. Then her grin faded. "As long as it's not playing 'bait' or being the groups last hope - I don't work well under pressure."
"I'll do what I can to - as long as it's not gross or anything. And I can't tonight because Neiman Marcus are having a shoe sale and it's 50% off," Cordy grinned. "But I'm good every other night."
"Okay Cordy," Buffy nodded, laughing. "See you in the library later."
"See ya."
AN: I know it's short but I have like 9 WIP and I need to finish them. Feedback helps me write faster, pussy cat, faster, so reviewing is always good (
AN: I am completely aware my last update was in August, but I had the biggest case of writer's block. It hasn't completely cleared up yet but I have Chapter Eight (I know it's not terribly long and I will probably fix it up once I have finished the fic entirely.)
There will be around thirty chapters in this fic, I expect ( I work faster with feedback, peoples!
Dedication: LASP, for being my biggest fan. See? I did post a new chapter.two months late.(
*~*~*~*~*~*
After dinner, Bryce checked his email.
*********************************************
To: tech_guy@one.net
From: winsome_wills@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Police Files.
B+L,
I found quite a lot on the murders in the tunnel. They're attached. Apparently, there is one remaining survivor from the massacre - a Mister Samuel Hogarth, who still lives here in Sunnydale. I spoke to Buffy and we are going to speak to him tomorrow, as Mr Hogarth is familiar with both of us.
Any problems call Giles or me. Buffy is on patrol.
Willow.
*************
Bryce read the email aloud to Lara and Lara glared at him. "I really didn't want those teenagers involved with this," Lara sighed and stood up. "But they seem to already be organizing the research party."
"Buffy is the Slayer, Lara. You may need her help when the time comes to retrieve the Amulet - Slayers know all there is to know about folk lore and urban myths," Hilly replied.
Lara snorted in an unladylike fashion. "Hilly, all you need to do is look at Ms Summers to know she is not a traditional Slayer - a mini skirt? None of the traditional Slayers had people who helped them out either. And I certainly don't remember any of the Slayers having a vampire for a boyfriend , do you?"
"No, I expect the Watcher's Council frown upon that sort of thing," Hilly soothed. "We'll be expected back at the High School Library early, if we wish to solve the mystery."
Lara nodded in agreement, "Yes, I'm going to bed. Good night Bryce, Hillary."
"Night, Lara."
"Good night, Lara."
************The Next Morning************
Willow knocked on the door of the Summers' house. Buffy flung open the door and rolled her eyes. "Will! What was that message you left with Mom last night? It was really vague - something about finding someone who can help us if he's not too decripit?"
"Donut?" Willow offered, holding a box towards Buffy. "I have jelly, sugar and those yummy chocolate ones with the caramel and strawberry filling. okay, I'm off the topic. Lara Croft found some information last night, which Bryce emailed me - they don't know what to look for, because they don't know the area too well. So, I pulled up all the research they'd attached and went looking in the files that the police don't really link to."
"Spare me, Will, I can't think before my morning latte," Buffy shook her head. "Tell me in Xander-terms."
"Lots of funny murders commited a long time ago linked to something wiggy - one guy survived the attack and still lives in Sunnydale - we're going to need Cordy for this one," Willow smiled as they arrived at the Expresso Pump.
"Why?" Buffy sighed, standing at the counter.
"Mr Hogarth is her neighbour."
"I can hear it now."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
".Absolutely not," Cordelia cried, slamming her locker door. "Mr Hogarth is very old and frail and will probably drop dead if you ask him to remember * who* or * what* tried to murder him when he was young!"
Buffy turned to Willow. "When were the murders committed?" she asked, flipping her hair to the side.
"During the early to mid 1920s," Willow smirked at Cordelia. "C'mon Cordy, all we have to do is tell him we are completeing a school assignment on the history of Sunnydale and he'll be happy to help." Willow turned to Buffy, "Mr Hogarth is the old guy who ventures down from his castle whenever a school holds some function. Once, he donated a flock of ducklings to the kindergarten as pets! But he got really sick once his daughter died. I wish you'd known him back then."
Buffy nodded. "Look, we really need to find this out. Lara is this close to persuading Giles to let her do this by herself. I really need 'in' on this."
"I'll do whatever I can," Willow grinned. Then her grin faded. "As long as it's not playing 'bait' or being the groups last hope - I don't work well under pressure."
"I'll do what I can to - as long as it's not gross or anything. And I can't tonight because Neiman Marcus are having a shoe sale and it's 50% off," Cordy grinned. "But I'm good every other night."
"Okay Cordy," Buffy nodded, laughing. "See you in the library later."
"See ya."
AN: I know it's short but I have like 9 WIP and I need to finish them. Feedback helps me write faster, pussy cat, faster, so reviewing is always good (
