Chapter Two: Buffy
It doesn't come up that much but I really don't like acidic spit, I don't know what it is but it's just a real turnoff. So here's the situation: I'm walking in the graveyard at night, minding my own business, not bothering anybody, and this big scaly monster just jumps out of the bushes. Okay, so it is my business to kill these things but he could have given me some warning about the spit thing, it's like he just melts a gravestone and assumes I knew to be ready for that sort of thing. It was pretty routine anyway: chop chop kick, punch kick chop, punch chop dead; not the biggest deal in the world.
As this guy is falling over it spits out this egg thing, then dies. It's covered in gloppy demon guts so I naturally think to pick it up and take it back to home base. Ever since Giles bought the magic shop, we've used it as our encyclopedia of the weird and this thing definitely falls in that category.
My walk to the magic shop was relatively normal, except for this weird guy that was just standing in the middle of the road. He didn't say or do anything strange, it was just a feeling I picked up from him. With my luck, that dirty hobo is actually an apocalyptic demon or vampire god or something. Better to just leave that for tomorrow though, when it's daylight.
