Part Seven – Galway, Ireland 1753
Buffy was sitting on a rather uncomfortable lounge in the Professors study, waiting for him to come back with the tea he had so kindly offered her. Typical Giles! When in trouble, offer tea.
She looked around the room, seeing shelves and shelves of books on demons, vampires, witches, warlocks, incubi, succubi, and every other demonic or unnatural thing a person could think of. He has more books then Giles! Buffy thought in amazement. Surely he will believe this…
As Rupert entered the room, he watched the young lady in wonder. He could not get over how much she looked like his Slayer, his Anne. It was unbelievable. He prayed to God that Alexander would not decide to come for an early morning visit as he had so often lately. He had a feeling that this young lady would be here for awhile and if Alexander saw her…
"Ahem."
Buffy turned around, startled.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in."
"That's quite fine miss." He handed Buffy her tea and looked into her troubled eyes. "Now do you mind telling me what you are doing turning up at my door at this time of the night, or rather, morning?"
He tried to be angry with her for dropping in so suddenly and so early, but he couldn't stay mad at her, she was too much like Anne. Her mannerisms, the way she held herself, besides, he wasn't sleeping anyway…
Buffy shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She knew that she had to tell him but what if he just laughed in her face?
"I know you are going to find this hard to believe but…" Buffy paused, debating whether to tell him or whether to just try and do this herself.
Noticing her hesitation, Rupert tried to reassure her.
"Believe me miss, after all that I have seen, there is not much that I wouldn't believe."
After hearing him say that, and believing it to be true, Buffy decided to just blurt it out.
"I'mfromthefurture."
"What? I believe I just heard you say your were from the future. Are you trying to pull some joke with me? Is that why you were with Liam? Is this part of some big scheme to humiliate me?"
Before Buffy could answer, the front door burst open and Willow came running in.
"Willow!"
Buffy ran over to the girl and went to hug her, then stopped short on the confused look on the girl's face.
"How do you know my name?" The girl's confusion had now turned to suspicion and Buffy realised, as she looked the girl over that this was not her Willow but 18th century Willow. Of course! Stupid girl! Buffy scolded herself. She had, for a moment there, thought that Willow had gone back in time as well, to help her out. Now, looking closer at the girl, Buffy realised that it couldn't be. This girl's hair was long. Longer than Willow's had been, even before she had it cut. She was slightly taller than Willow too.
"I'm sorry, you just remind me of someone from my time, that's all."
"You're time? Rupert, what is this girl talking about?" Willow turned to the Professor in confusion.
"Never mind Willow, I'm not quite sure myself. But what caused you to come in here like the Devil was at your feet?"
"Well he pretty much was Rupert! One of his minions anyway. A Pologara demon. I went out patrolling. I thought that somebody had to, considering…" Willows voice trailed off and her eyes filled with tears.
Suddenly Buffy realised why this man had decided to become a Demon Professor.
"You're a Watcher!"
She had thought it strange that someone in this time would take up demonology but now she realised that he was the current Slayer's Watcher. Or had been. By the sounds of things, something had happened to her, something that didn't sound too pleasant.
"How do you know of Watcher's?" Willow turned to face her sharply, her brown eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"As I was trying to tell the Professor here, I am from the future. In my time, I am the Slayer. That is how I know of Watchers. That is also why I called out to you when you first walked in. You look very much like *MY* friend Willow. And you…" She turned to face Rupert. "Look very much like my Watcher who is called…well…Rupert Giles. The only thing is, he isn't a Professor of Demonology. In fact, he isn't a professor of anything!"
She realised that the two people in the room were looking at her as if she was joking, or mad, or both and she knew she had to find some way to prove it to them… she was running out of time.
"Let me guess. You have a friend name Xander. No, his name would be Alexander; you wouldn't call him Xander in this time. Alexander LaVelle Harris. And there is probably someone around by the name of Cordelia Chase. She's probably rich and extremely snobby. I hope I don't meet her while I'm here. I've had a nice break back home, her being in LA with Angel and all."
Suddenly Buffy thought of something that might just make them believe. If this guy was such a good Professor AND Watcher, he would have surely read something in his musty old books about…
"Angelus!"
"What did you say?" The Watcher looked at her sharply and Buffy knew she had hit the nail on its head.
"Angelus." She repeated. "Surely in all those books of yours there must be something about the vampire Angelus. Why, he is famous in my time!" And a great kisser…
"As a matter of fact there is. But how do you know of him? Surely you can't have read the books containing his name. I have the only copy and besides, it took me years to translate the writings."
I'm sure it did! Buffy thought, remembering how Giles could speak at least 5 different languages.
"As I told you, I am from the future. He is actually the reason I am here. I have come to stop him being sired."
Just then the door opened again, though this time there was a knock before hand. Buffy turned around and looked straight into the eyes of Xander.
The boy froze at the sight of her.
"Anne?"
His voice was barely audible as he whispered the name.
"Don't be fooled Alexander, it is not her. She's gone, it is just someone who looks like her."
Rupert hurried forward, a worried look in his eyes. He knew how much the young man had loved the Slayer, how much pain he had felt when she…left them. He had hoped that Alexander would not meet the strange woman who had come into their lives, knowing that just seeing her would open old wounds…
But he was here now and there was nothing to be done. He saw the dark- haired man blink away tears before turning to face him.
"Who is she then? And what she doing here?"
Buffy sighed. Here we go again. She looked out the window of the study, letting Willow and Rupert tell the story. Suddenly she noticed the sun rising slowly across the sky. Her eyes flicked to the calender above the Watchers desk.
Tonight! She thought in terror. Tonight was the night she must decide whether or not to stop her one true love from ever meeting her at all, whether or not to let him meet Darla out in that darkened ally. Hey, why I'm here, maybe I can kill two birds with one stone, and get rid of Darla as well!
Buffy laughed humourlessly. She knew that it would be hard enough letting go of her Angel, let alone anything else…
She looked towards the three grouped together, whispering the things she could not hear but knew they were saying. They were debating whether or not to believe her.
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Buffy was sitting on a rather uncomfortable lounge in the Professors study, waiting for him to come back with the tea he had so kindly offered her. Typical Giles! When in trouble, offer tea.
She looked around the room, seeing shelves and shelves of books on demons, vampires, witches, warlocks, incubi, succubi, and every other demonic or unnatural thing a person could think of. He has more books then Giles! Buffy thought in amazement. Surely he will believe this…
As Rupert entered the room, he watched the young lady in wonder. He could not get over how much she looked like his Slayer, his Anne. It was unbelievable. He prayed to God that Alexander would not decide to come for an early morning visit as he had so often lately. He had a feeling that this young lady would be here for awhile and if Alexander saw her…
"Ahem."
Buffy turned around, startled.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in."
"That's quite fine miss." He handed Buffy her tea and looked into her troubled eyes. "Now do you mind telling me what you are doing turning up at my door at this time of the night, or rather, morning?"
He tried to be angry with her for dropping in so suddenly and so early, but he couldn't stay mad at her, she was too much like Anne. Her mannerisms, the way she held herself, besides, he wasn't sleeping anyway…
Buffy shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She knew that she had to tell him but what if he just laughed in her face?
"I know you are going to find this hard to believe but…" Buffy paused, debating whether to tell him or whether to just try and do this herself.
Noticing her hesitation, Rupert tried to reassure her.
"Believe me miss, after all that I have seen, there is not much that I wouldn't believe."
After hearing him say that, and believing it to be true, Buffy decided to just blurt it out.
"I'mfromthefurture."
"What? I believe I just heard you say your were from the future. Are you trying to pull some joke with me? Is that why you were with Liam? Is this part of some big scheme to humiliate me?"
Before Buffy could answer, the front door burst open and Willow came running in.
"Willow!"
Buffy ran over to the girl and went to hug her, then stopped short on the confused look on the girl's face.
"How do you know my name?" The girl's confusion had now turned to suspicion and Buffy realised, as she looked the girl over that this was not her Willow but 18th century Willow. Of course! Stupid girl! Buffy scolded herself. She had, for a moment there, thought that Willow had gone back in time as well, to help her out. Now, looking closer at the girl, Buffy realised that it couldn't be. This girl's hair was long. Longer than Willow's had been, even before she had it cut. She was slightly taller than Willow too.
"I'm sorry, you just remind me of someone from my time, that's all."
"You're time? Rupert, what is this girl talking about?" Willow turned to the Professor in confusion.
"Never mind Willow, I'm not quite sure myself. But what caused you to come in here like the Devil was at your feet?"
"Well he pretty much was Rupert! One of his minions anyway. A Pologara demon. I went out patrolling. I thought that somebody had to, considering…" Willows voice trailed off and her eyes filled with tears.
Suddenly Buffy realised why this man had decided to become a Demon Professor.
"You're a Watcher!"
She had thought it strange that someone in this time would take up demonology but now she realised that he was the current Slayer's Watcher. Or had been. By the sounds of things, something had happened to her, something that didn't sound too pleasant.
"How do you know of Watcher's?" Willow turned to face her sharply, her brown eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"As I was trying to tell the Professor here, I am from the future. In my time, I am the Slayer. That is how I know of Watchers. That is also why I called out to you when you first walked in. You look very much like *MY* friend Willow. And you…" She turned to face Rupert. "Look very much like my Watcher who is called…well…Rupert Giles. The only thing is, he isn't a Professor of Demonology. In fact, he isn't a professor of anything!"
She realised that the two people in the room were looking at her as if she was joking, or mad, or both and she knew she had to find some way to prove it to them… she was running out of time.
"Let me guess. You have a friend name Xander. No, his name would be Alexander; you wouldn't call him Xander in this time. Alexander LaVelle Harris. And there is probably someone around by the name of Cordelia Chase. She's probably rich and extremely snobby. I hope I don't meet her while I'm here. I've had a nice break back home, her being in LA with Angel and all."
Suddenly Buffy thought of something that might just make them believe. If this guy was such a good Professor AND Watcher, he would have surely read something in his musty old books about…
"Angelus!"
"What did you say?" The Watcher looked at her sharply and Buffy knew she had hit the nail on its head.
"Angelus." She repeated. "Surely in all those books of yours there must be something about the vampire Angelus. Why, he is famous in my time!" And a great kisser…
"As a matter of fact there is. But how do you know of him? Surely you can't have read the books containing his name. I have the only copy and besides, it took me years to translate the writings."
I'm sure it did! Buffy thought, remembering how Giles could speak at least 5 different languages.
"As I told you, I am from the future. He is actually the reason I am here. I have come to stop him being sired."
Just then the door opened again, though this time there was a knock before hand. Buffy turned around and looked straight into the eyes of Xander.
The boy froze at the sight of her.
"Anne?"
His voice was barely audible as he whispered the name.
"Don't be fooled Alexander, it is not her. She's gone, it is just someone who looks like her."
Rupert hurried forward, a worried look in his eyes. He knew how much the young man had loved the Slayer, how much pain he had felt when she…left them. He had hoped that Alexander would not meet the strange woman who had come into their lives, knowing that just seeing her would open old wounds…
But he was here now and there was nothing to be done. He saw the dark- haired man blink away tears before turning to face him.
"Who is she then? And what she doing here?"
Buffy sighed. Here we go again. She looked out the window of the study, letting Willow and Rupert tell the story. Suddenly she noticed the sun rising slowly across the sky. Her eyes flicked to the calender above the Watchers desk.
Tonight! She thought in terror. Tonight was the night she must decide whether or not to stop her one true love from ever meeting her at all, whether or not to let him meet Darla out in that darkened ally. Hey, why I'm here, maybe I can kill two birds with one stone, and get rid of Darla as well!
Buffy laughed humourlessly. She knew that it would be hard enough letting go of her Angel, let alone anything else…
She looked towards the three grouped together, whispering the things she could not hear but knew they were saying. They were debating whether or not to believe her.
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