Chapter Five
Buffy watched in awe and shock as Darry managed to free the mattress from its confinement in the sofa. Willow and Dawn had tried to pull it lose but the two of them together hadn't managed that task. Darry, however, by herself and with one hand had managed to pull the mattress free as though she was picking up a sheet of paper.
Many thoughts swarmed around in Buffy's head but only one managed to stick or make any sense: That strength equaled her Slayer's strength. Perhaps it was Slayer's strength; perhaps Darry was a Slayer.
That thought seemed too strange for Buffy to even consider. Whoa hold it, check the breaks, don't wanna go there Buffster.
Darry finished spreading the mattress to its full length. She appeared not to notice Buffy and Willow's staring. Dawn appeared not to notice it either and it was her who snapped the two out of their 'daze'.
"Do you have the sheets Buffy?" Dawn asked, looking over at her sister.
It was the sound of Dawn's voice that made Buffy realize that she was indeed staring.
"Oh yeah." Buffy looked down at the beige sheets in her hands and tossed them to Dawn. "Why don't you and Darry make up the bed and I need to talk to Willow, alone." Buffy said and motioned to the kitchen.
Willow and Buffy entered the kitchen. "Did you see that, the whole strength thingy?" Willow asked as soon as they were out of hearing.
Buffy nodded, confirming what Willow already knew. "I know this sounds crazy but I think she could be a Slayer." Buffy said.
"Well, with all logic that makes sense. I mean you died, like before when Kendra came. But Faith…to have a new Slayer must mean that Faith is dead. Do you think that's possible?" Willow asked.
Buffy shrugged. "Anything's possible, I mean this is Faith we're talking about. And that whole 'we live on a Hellmouth' thing; that makes anything possible too." Buffy answered.
Willow nodded, as though she was thinking about something, which undoubtly she was. "So, you really think she's the new Slayer?" Willow asked, not wanting to be the only one who thought so.
"Maybe, you can never be too sure." Buffy muttered.
"So, what are we going to do?" Willow asked.
"Call Giles I guess." Buffy answered.
"Giles! That's right! Where's her Watcher? If Darry's a Slayer, where's her Watcher?" Willow asked.
Buffy thought for a minute. "Maybe she doesn't have one, like Faith." Buffy answered after a few seconds passed.
"Well, I hope that doesn't mean that she's going to be crazy like Faith. I hope she doesn't wrastle alligators." Willow muttered, more to herself then to Buffy.
Buffy studied her friend. "So, we call Giles. Tomorrow, we should call him first thing. You still have his number right?" Buffy asked.
Willow nodded. "First thing then, Giles will know what to do." Willow said.
Long after Buffy, Willow and Dawn were all sound asleep in their beds, Darry was awakened by a scratching sound at one of the kitchen windows. Darry opened her eyes and let them adjust to the darkness; as usual, they adjusted faster then most humans'. Darry strained her ears to hear the sound again; it was a very quiet scratching, most humans wouldn't be able to hear it. However, Darry wasn't like most humans.
Suddenly the scratching stopped. "Slayer!" A voice called from outside the house.
Darry cocked her head, confused by the voice yelling outside. The voice was deep with a British accent. Darry threw the covers off her and walked into the kitchen and over to one of the windows.
She barely had time to lift the shade before Buffy was behind her. Darry turned around, she hadn't heard Buffy entered the kitchen and the blonde surprised her.
"Slayer!" The voice yelled again.
Buffy cursed under her breath and turned to Darry. "Go upstairs Darry, I'll take care of this." Buffy commanded.
"All right." Darry said, too confused to argue. However, when Darry exited the kitchen she didn't go upstairs. She pressed her body against the wall beside the entrance to the kitchen, so she could still hear what Buffy was going to say to their late night visitor.
Buffy lifted the shade and peered into the darkness to see who was calling her, even though she already knew. Spike peered back at her.
"Buffy, I need to talk to you." Spike said, his voice loud enough to wake everyone in the house.
"Jesus Spike." Buffy muttered and left the house to meet Spike outside.
"What's the deal? Why aren't you patrolling?" Buffy asked. She had checked the time before she left the house. It was 3:30 A.M.
"I was; I went to Willy's, you know, to get the snitch on anything that could do any damage." Spike said.
"Yeah so?" Buffy asked.
"One of the vampires there said that something big is coming…" Spike began but Buffy cut him off.
"Yeah, something big is always coming. Keep patrolling Spike." Buffy commanded.
"It's almost daylight." Spike protested.
Buffy let out an exasperated sigh. "Then go home." She muttered.
Inside the house, Darry left her hiding spot at the wall and was now listening to Spike and Buffy's conversation through the kitchen window. Everything they said confused her but in a sense made sense.
"Fine, see ya later Buffy." She heard Spike say.
Buffy didn't bother to say goodbye to Spike and she entered the kitchen. Darry jumped when Buffy entered the kitchen. Buffy looked over at Darry.
"Darry, what are you doing?" Buffy asked, a look of fear and anger crossed over her face.
"I was looking for a…" Darry paused and opened the kitchen draw closest to her. She pulled out of the first thing her hand touched. "Egg beater." Darry finished, looking at the object.
Buffy studied her, confused. Darry hoped that Buffy wasn't mad at her, after all Buffy had been so kind to her and the last thing she wanted to do was make her mad.
However, Buffy just laughed at the nervous Darry. Buffy decided that Darry hadn't heard anything that she and Spike had said. Darry smiled and put the eggbeater back into the draw.
After saying good night to Darry, Buffy headed up the stairs. Many thoughts swarmed in her head. What if the vampire Spike talked to was right and something worse than they were used to was going to show up. Buffy countered her thought. There was nothing worse then what they were used to; there was nothing worse then the Apocalypse or opening the Hellmouth and they had all dealed with that before.
Buffy tossed and turned in her bed. Her mind was plagued with horrible images that her sleeping brain couldn't make sense out of. There was a full moon in the air; there was a red stone; the walls trickled blood; there was a long, sharp sword that dripped blood; demons and other horrid creatures leapt out of the darkness. Buffy awoke in a cold sweat.
One thing she hated about being a Slayer was the gruesome and the prophecy dreams. She tried to remember every detail of the dream but found it hard. That was strange; she could usually remember every gruesome detail to the dreams.
She made a note to remember to tell Giles about the dream on the phone tomorrow. She looked over at the clock; it was nearly 6:00 o'clock, time to get up.
Buffy watched in awe and shock as Darry managed to free the mattress from its confinement in the sofa. Willow and Dawn had tried to pull it lose but the two of them together hadn't managed that task. Darry, however, by herself and with one hand had managed to pull the mattress free as though she was picking up a sheet of paper.
Many thoughts swarmed around in Buffy's head but only one managed to stick or make any sense: That strength equaled her Slayer's strength. Perhaps it was Slayer's strength; perhaps Darry was a Slayer.
That thought seemed too strange for Buffy to even consider. Whoa hold it, check the breaks, don't wanna go there Buffster.
Darry finished spreading the mattress to its full length. She appeared not to notice Buffy and Willow's staring. Dawn appeared not to notice it either and it was her who snapped the two out of their 'daze'.
"Do you have the sheets Buffy?" Dawn asked, looking over at her sister.
It was the sound of Dawn's voice that made Buffy realize that she was indeed staring.
"Oh yeah." Buffy looked down at the beige sheets in her hands and tossed them to Dawn. "Why don't you and Darry make up the bed and I need to talk to Willow, alone." Buffy said and motioned to the kitchen.
Willow and Buffy entered the kitchen. "Did you see that, the whole strength thingy?" Willow asked as soon as they were out of hearing.
Buffy nodded, confirming what Willow already knew. "I know this sounds crazy but I think she could be a Slayer." Buffy said.
"Well, with all logic that makes sense. I mean you died, like before when Kendra came. But Faith…to have a new Slayer must mean that Faith is dead. Do you think that's possible?" Willow asked.
Buffy shrugged. "Anything's possible, I mean this is Faith we're talking about. And that whole 'we live on a Hellmouth' thing; that makes anything possible too." Buffy answered.
Willow nodded, as though she was thinking about something, which undoubtly she was. "So, you really think she's the new Slayer?" Willow asked, not wanting to be the only one who thought so.
"Maybe, you can never be too sure." Buffy muttered.
"So, what are we going to do?" Willow asked.
"Call Giles I guess." Buffy answered.
"Giles! That's right! Where's her Watcher? If Darry's a Slayer, where's her Watcher?" Willow asked.
Buffy thought for a minute. "Maybe she doesn't have one, like Faith." Buffy answered after a few seconds passed.
"Well, I hope that doesn't mean that she's going to be crazy like Faith. I hope she doesn't wrastle alligators." Willow muttered, more to herself then to Buffy.
Buffy studied her friend. "So, we call Giles. Tomorrow, we should call him first thing. You still have his number right?" Buffy asked.
Willow nodded. "First thing then, Giles will know what to do." Willow said.
Long after Buffy, Willow and Dawn were all sound asleep in their beds, Darry was awakened by a scratching sound at one of the kitchen windows. Darry opened her eyes and let them adjust to the darkness; as usual, they adjusted faster then most humans'. Darry strained her ears to hear the sound again; it was a very quiet scratching, most humans wouldn't be able to hear it. However, Darry wasn't like most humans.
Suddenly the scratching stopped. "Slayer!" A voice called from outside the house.
Darry cocked her head, confused by the voice yelling outside. The voice was deep with a British accent. Darry threw the covers off her and walked into the kitchen and over to one of the windows.
She barely had time to lift the shade before Buffy was behind her. Darry turned around, she hadn't heard Buffy entered the kitchen and the blonde surprised her.
"Slayer!" The voice yelled again.
Buffy cursed under her breath and turned to Darry. "Go upstairs Darry, I'll take care of this." Buffy commanded.
"All right." Darry said, too confused to argue. However, when Darry exited the kitchen she didn't go upstairs. She pressed her body against the wall beside the entrance to the kitchen, so she could still hear what Buffy was going to say to their late night visitor.
Buffy lifted the shade and peered into the darkness to see who was calling her, even though she already knew. Spike peered back at her.
"Buffy, I need to talk to you." Spike said, his voice loud enough to wake everyone in the house.
"Jesus Spike." Buffy muttered and left the house to meet Spike outside.
"What's the deal? Why aren't you patrolling?" Buffy asked. She had checked the time before she left the house. It was 3:30 A.M.
"I was; I went to Willy's, you know, to get the snitch on anything that could do any damage." Spike said.
"Yeah so?" Buffy asked.
"One of the vampires there said that something big is coming…" Spike began but Buffy cut him off.
"Yeah, something big is always coming. Keep patrolling Spike." Buffy commanded.
"It's almost daylight." Spike protested.
Buffy let out an exasperated sigh. "Then go home." She muttered.
Inside the house, Darry left her hiding spot at the wall and was now listening to Spike and Buffy's conversation through the kitchen window. Everything they said confused her but in a sense made sense.
"Fine, see ya later Buffy." She heard Spike say.
Buffy didn't bother to say goodbye to Spike and she entered the kitchen. Darry jumped when Buffy entered the kitchen. Buffy looked over at Darry.
"Darry, what are you doing?" Buffy asked, a look of fear and anger crossed over her face.
"I was looking for a…" Darry paused and opened the kitchen draw closest to her. She pulled out of the first thing her hand touched. "Egg beater." Darry finished, looking at the object.
Buffy studied her, confused. Darry hoped that Buffy wasn't mad at her, after all Buffy had been so kind to her and the last thing she wanted to do was make her mad.
However, Buffy just laughed at the nervous Darry. Buffy decided that Darry hadn't heard anything that she and Spike had said. Darry smiled and put the eggbeater back into the draw.
After saying good night to Darry, Buffy headed up the stairs. Many thoughts swarmed in her head. What if the vampire Spike talked to was right and something worse than they were used to was going to show up. Buffy countered her thought. There was nothing worse then what they were used to; there was nothing worse then the Apocalypse or opening the Hellmouth and they had all dealed with that before.
Buffy tossed and turned in her bed. Her mind was plagued with horrible images that her sleeping brain couldn't make sense out of. There was a full moon in the air; there was a red stone; the walls trickled blood; there was a long, sharp sword that dripped blood; demons and other horrid creatures leapt out of the darkness. Buffy awoke in a cold sweat.
One thing she hated about being a Slayer was the gruesome and the prophecy dreams. She tried to remember every detail of the dream but found it hard. That was strange; she could usually remember every gruesome detail to the dreams.
She made a note to remember to tell Giles about the dream on the phone tomorrow. She looked over at the clock; it was nearly 6:00 o'clock, time to get up.
