Chapter Two
On the way to the Summers' house, Anya and Xander continued to ask Darry an assortment of questions. The only real information the two managed to drag out of her was that her full name was Daralyn Alicia Moore. So, for the rest of the drive Xander told Darry and Anya about a little kitten he had when he was younger.
The trio arrived at the Summers' house about twenty minutes after leaving the Magic Box. When Xander stopped the car on the curb of 1630 Rebello Drive, Darry stared at the semi-large house.
"How many people live here? Is this your house?" She asked, a little too amazed (if you asked Anya).
"Three people and no, the answers to your questions in that order. Buffy, her sister Dawn and the person you want to talk to live here." Xander answered as the three got out of the car.
"So, what's with the amazement over the house?" Anya asked as they walked down the drive.
Darry shrugged. "I've never lived in a house, that's all." She answered, apparently wishing to close the subject.
"How come?" Anya asked, apparently not wanting to close the subject.
Darry bit her lip and her eyes darted around in her head. "I moved around a lot, my parents died when I was little." Darry answered finally.
"Sorry." Anya muttered. Xander shot his fiancé a look of embarrassed anger at her prying into the life of someone they just met.
The three were silent as they walked up the front steps. Xander stooped a pulled a key out from under the mat that simply said, "welcome". The simplicity and cuteness of the mat seemed out of place with the feeling Darry "received" from the house.
Xander put the key in the lock and turned it; the door clicked and Xander placed the key back under the mat. The three entered the house to find it surprising quiet for a Saturday morning.
The only sound came from the living room where Dawn was watching Saturday morning cartoons, as any bored fifteen-year-old would do. When she heard the door open and close, she turned around to see who it was, even though there were few possibilities.
When she saw Darry, a look of interest crossed Dawn's face and she got up off the couch to greet the new guest.
"Dawn, this is Darry; Darry this is Dawn." Xander said.
Dawn and Darry muttered short "hellos" before Dawn looked at Xander and Anya as if to say 'who is this, why is she here and is she evil?' You could never be too careful in Sunnydale.
"Are Buffy and Willow here?" Anya asked, wanting to get on with getting Darry what she wanted so they could get rid of her.
"Um, Willow's upstairs and I think Buffy's in the kitchen. Why?" Dawn answered.
"Darry needs to talk to Willow, a question that she has that we think Willow might be able to answer." Xander answered.
"Oh, is it about magick? 'Cause if it's about magick you might not want to ask her." Dawn said, unconsciously cradling her arm in the white cast.
Darry noticed Dawn's injury and asked, "What happened?"
Dawn looked down at her arm and then back up at Xander. "Um, car accident." Dawn asked slowly.
"No, it's not about magick." Anya suddenly cut in, answering Dawn's question.
"What's not about magick?" Said a voice that came from behind the four, who still stood by the foyer.
They turned to see Willow coming down the stairs, her hair wet that showed signs that she had just gotten out of the shower.
Willow came over to the four, not noticing Darry until she stood beside Dawn. Willow looked Darry over before smiling at her. "Hi, I'm Willow." She said, holding out her hand.
"I'm Darry." Darry replied, shaking Willow's hand.
Willow withdrew her hand, slightly surprised in the strength of the handshake. "Darry, that's an unusual name." Willow said, rubbing her hand.
Darry shrugged. "Well, it's not yours." She muttered.
Willow shook her head apologetically. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything." She apologized.
"No, you didn't. Darry, it's short for Daralyn; I hated that name so I came up with a nickname." Darry answered.
Anya decided to interrupt the little 'side conversation'. "So, we know who everyone is now, great. So, Darry ask her your question already." Anya muttered.
"You wanted to ask me a question?" Willow asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yeah." Darry answered.
"All right, what do you want to ask me?" Willow asked.
On the way to the Summers' house, Anya and Xander continued to ask Darry an assortment of questions. The only real information the two managed to drag out of her was that her full name was Daralyn Alicia Moore. So, for the rest of the drive Xander told Darry and Anya about a little kitten he had when he was younger.
The trio arrived at the Summers' house about twenty minutes after leaving the Magic Box. When Xander stopped the car on the curb of 1630 Rebello Drive, Darry stared at the semi-large house.
"How many people live here? Is this your house?" She asked, a little too amazed (if you asked Anya).
"Three people and no, the answers to your questions in that order. Buffy, her sister Dawn and the person you want to talk to live here." Xander answered as the three got out of the car.
"So, what's with the amazement over the house?" Anya asked as they walked down the drive.
Darry shrugged. "I've never lived in a house, that's all." She answered, apparently wishing to close the subject.
"How come?" Anya asked, apparently not wanting to close the subject.
Darry bit her lip and her eyes darted around in her head. "I moved around a lot, my parents died when I was little." Darry answered finally.
"Sorry." Anya muttered. Xander shot his fiancé a look of embarrassed anger at her prying into the life of someone they just met.
The three were silent as they walked up the front steps. Xander stooped a pulled a key out from under the mat that simply said, "welcome". The simplicity and cuteness of the mat seemed out of place with the feeling Darry "received" from the house.
Xander put the key in the lock and turned it; the door clicked and Xander placed the key back under the mat. The three entered the house to find it surprising quiet for a Saturday morning.
The only sound came from the living room where Dawn was watching Saturday morning cartoons, as any bored fifteen-year-old would do. When she heard the door open and close, she turned around to see who it was, even though there were few possibilities.
When she saw Darry, a look of interest crossed Dawn's face and she got up off the couch to greet the new guest.
"Dawn, this is Darry; Darry this is Dawn." Xander said.
Dawn and Darry muttered short "hellos" before Dawn looked at Xander and Anya as if to say 'who is this, why is she here and is she evil?' You could never be too careful in Sunnydale.
"Are Buffy and Willow here?" Anya asked, wanting to get on with getting Darry what she wanted so they could get rid of her.
"Um, Willow's upstairs and I think Buffy's in the kitchen. Why?" Dawn answered.
"Darry needs to talk to Willow, a question that she has that we think Willow might be able to answer." Xander answered.
"Oh, is it about magick? 'Cause if it's about magick you might not want to ask her." Dawn said, unconsciously cradling her arm in the white cast.
Darry noticed Dawn's injury and asked, "What happened?"
Dawn looked down at her arm and then back up at Xander. "Um, car accident." Dawn asked slowly.
"No, it's not about magick." Anya suddenly cut in, answering Dawn's question.
"What's not about magick?" Said a voice that came from behind the four, who still stood by the foyer.
They turned to see Willow coming down the stairs, her hair wet that showed signs that she had just gotten out of the shower.
Willow came over to the four, not noticing Darry until she stood beside Dawn. Willow looked Darry over before smiling at her. "Hi, I'm Willow." She said, holding out her hand.
"I'm Darry." Darry replied, shaking Willow's hand.
Willow withdrew her hand, slightly surprised in the strength of the handshake. "Darry, that's an unusual name." Willow said, rubbing her hand.
Darry shrugged. "Well, it's not yours." She muttered.
Willow shook her head apologetically. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything." She apologized.
"No, you didn't. Darry, it's short for Daralyn; I hated that name so I came up with a nickname." Darry answered.
Anya decided to interrupt the little 'side conversation'. "So, we know who everyone is now, great. So, Darry ask her your question already." Anya muttered.
"You wanted to ask me a question?" Willow asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yeah." Darry answered.
"All right, what do you want to ask me?" Willow asked.
