Part 8
Buffy awoke suddenly, her dreams coming back to her; the terror that those dreams held. She hated them, she hated having dreams filled with blood and gore and violence. But, those were regular in the mind of a Slayer. She sat up, trying to get the images out of her mind. She flagged down a flight attendant.
"Mam, is everything alright?" She asked sweetly.
"Can I have a Diet Coke?" Buffy asked.
"Of course." She answered, handing her a Diet Coke.
"Thanks." Buffy called out as the attendant walked away.
She took a few sips, then settled back into her seat. A movie was coming on, and Buffy figured what the hell, she plugged in her headphones and watched the movie on the screen, at least it would keep her mind off Angel and all the people she loved back in Sunnydale.
After the movie was over, she fell asleep and slept for hours. She was woken up by a flight attendant who shook her arm.
"What?" Buffy almost yelled. Everyone was starring at her as she opened her eyes. "Oh, sorry. Dreams..."
"What would you like for dinner?" The woman asked. "Steak or chicken?"
"Oh, uh, chicken." Buffy answered.
She took the hot meal and gladly ate it, she was hungrier than she thought.
Almost an hour later a flight attendant came on the intercom. "We will be landing at London's International Airport in less than thirty minutes. Please, replace your seat belt, and your eat in it's upright position. Do not attempt to exit the plane or leave your seat until I or another flight attendant has given the all clear signal."
Buffy sat bored for another thirty minutes, and finally they began unloading passengers. After exiting the plane, she went directly to the baggage claim area. She grabbed her suitcase, put it over her shoulder, along with her carry on bag and purse, and grabbed the box with her free hands. She went outside to the curb and hailed a cab.
She watched with interest at the people driving on the wrong side of the road. She thought it was funny.
Soon she arrived at the hotel Giles had recommended. She paid the driver and stared up at the tall hotel with amazement. It must have been almost 20 stories tall, and it was lit up with lights in the near dark sky. She walked up the stairs to the entrance.
Someone took her bags up to her room as she checked in. Once she arrived at her room on the fifth floor, she unpacked all her clothes, and hid the Judge's arm behind her suitcase that hung in the closet.
Suddenly the phone rang. She picked it up, not knowing what to expect.
"Hello." She said timidly.
"Buffy Summers?" A voice asked.
"Y-yes. Who is this?" She asked.
"Quinton Travers," the man responded.
"Oh." She sighed. "From the council."
"Yes." He replied. "We look forward to meeting with you. We will send a cab for you tomorrow afternoon. Bring the box. For now, just get some rest, have some diner. you'll need all the strength you can get in the coming days. We do not know what we may be up against."
With that he hung up. "Okay." Buffy said to the dial tone. "Talk about manners."
She ordered room service and sat down to watch a movie while she ate. It had been so long since she had actually watched a movie. She fell asleep with her clothes still on, with the TV blaring.
Buffy awoke suddenly, her dreams coming back to her; the terror that those dreams held. She hated them, she hated having dreams filled with blood and gore and violence. But, those were regular in the mind of a Slayer. She sat up, trying to get the images out of her mind. She flagged down a flight attendant.
"Mam, is everything alright?" She asked sweetly.
"Can I have a Diet Coke?" Buffy asked.
"Of course." She answered, handing her a Diet Coke.
"Thanks." Buffy called out as the attendant walked away.
She took a few sips, then settled back into her seat. A movie was coming on, and Buffy figured what the hell, she plugged in her headphones and watched the movie on the screen, at least it would keep her mind off Angel and all the people she loved back in Sunnydale.
After the movie was over, she fell asleep and slept for hours. She was woken up by a flight attendant who shook her arm.
"What?" Buffy almost yelled. Everyone was starring at her as she opened her eyes. "Oh, sorry. Dreams..."
"What would you like for dinner?" The woman asked. "Steak or chicken?"
"Oh, uh, chicken." Buffy answered.
She took the hot meal and gladly ate it, she was hungrier than she thought.
Almost an hour later a flight attendant came on the intercom. "We will be landing at London's International Airport in less than thirty minutes. Please, replace your seat belt, and your eat in it's upright position. Do not attempt to exit the plane or leave your seat until I or another flight attendant has given the all clear signal."
Buffy sat bored for another thirty minutes, and finally they began unloading passengers. After exiting the plane, she went directly to the baggage claim area. She grabbed her suitcase, put it over her shoulder, along with her carry on bag and purse, and grabbed the box with her free hands. She went outside to the curb and hailed a cab.
She watched with interest at the people driving on the wrong side of the road. She thought it was funny.
Soon she arrived at the hotel Giles had recommended. She paid the driver and stared up at the tall hotel with amazement. It must have been almost 20 stories tall, and it was lit up with lights in the near dark sky. She walked up the stairs to the entrance.
Someone took her bags up to her room as she checked in. Once she arrived at her room on the fifth floor, she unpacked all her clothes, and hid the Judge's arm behind her suitcase that hung in the closet.
Suddenly the phone rang. She picked it up, not knowing what to expect.
"Hello." She said timidly.
"Buffy Summers?" A voice asked.
"Y-yes. Who is this?" She asked.
"Quinton Travers," the man responded.
"Oh." She sighed. "From the council."
"Yes." He replied. "We look forward to meeting with you. We will send a cab for you tomorrow afternoon. Bring the box. For now, just get some rest, have some diner. you'll need all the strength you can get in the coming days. We do not know what we may be up against."
With that he hung up. "Okay." Buffy said to the dial tone. "Talk about manners."
She ordered room service and sat down to watch a movie while she ate. It had been so long since she had actually watched a movie. She fell asleep with her clothes still on, with the TV blaring.