A car pulled into the lot and stopped, shining it's bright lights on the three persons in front of it.
A man stepped out and came along to the front of the car. Buffy and Giles both tensed as they recognized him.
"Ethan," hissed Giles raising his sword.
"Nice to see you again, Ripper."
"What do you want here?" asked Buffy still gripping the small knife she'd taken from Stone.
"I'd like you both to kindly step away from my daughter," he said leaning against the car trying to look calm and cool.
"You're a Rayne," Giles said with disdain to the girl and dropped her sword. "Take her and get the hell out of Sunnydale, Ethan. I don't need her distracting my slayer in cemeteries."
"Well, Ripper, I wouldn't want to upset your slayer," a touch of nervousness crept into his voice.
"So you were the one called," said Stone gazing at Buffy. She absently brushed her short hair away from the sweat on her forehead.
"Leave Ethan," said Giles stepping toward him menacingly.
"Right," said Ethan swallowing hard, "Get your things, Dear."
Stone grabbed her sword and jogged back to the motel for her knapsack.
"Since when did you have a family, Ethan?" asked Buffy.
"Since her sodding mother died."
"Who's is she?" asked Giles.
"Marion's."
Giles looked shocked. Of course, that was Marion's sword. She was always one for beautiful things. He should have recognized it earlier, Stone shared her mother's height and hair colour.
"Come on, old boy, you don't honestly believe you were the only one she rutted with?" Ethan grinned. He so enjoyed taunting him, waiting for the old Ripper to show himself.
Stone came back to the car, gave Ethan an uncertain look, and climbed inside.
"Does she even know who you are, Ethan?"
"She knows enough to come looking for me," said Ethan as he climbed into the car and sped away.
"I should have made them both bleed," pouted Buffy.
"I hope she'll be all right," said Giles, his anger suddenly turning to concern.
"Why, Giles? She's-"
"Buffy, you know Ethan Rayne, would you go looking for him?"
"Oh."
"Marion," Giles sighed under his breath. She was an old love that'd betrayed him. Now she was dead, gone.
A man stepped out and came along to the front of the car. Buffy and Giles both tensed as they recognized him.
"Ethan," hissed Giles raising his sword.
"Nice to see you again, Ripper."
"What do you want here?" asked Buffy still gripping the small knife she'd taken from Stone.
"I'd like you both to kindly step away from my daughter," he said leaning against the car trying to look calm and cool.
"You're a Rayne," Giles said with disdain to the girl and dropped her sword. "Take her and get the hell out of Sunnydale, Ethan. I don't need her distracting my slayer in cemeteries."
"Well, Ripper, I wouldn't want to upset your slayer," a touch of nervousness crept into his voice.
"So you were the one called," said Stone gazing at Buffy. She absently brushed her short hair away from the sweat on her forehead.
"Leave Ethan," said Giles stepping toward him menacingly.
"Right," said Ethan swallowing hard, "Get your things, Dear."
Stone grabbed her sword and jogged back to the motel for her knapsack.
"Since when did you have a family, Ethan?" asked Buffy.
"Since her sodding mother died."
"Who's is she?" asked Giles.
"Marion's."
Giles looked shocked. Of course, that was Marion's sword. She was always one for beautiful things. He should have recognized it earlier, Stone shared her mother's height and hair colour.
"Come on, old boy, you don't honestly believe you were the only one she rutted with?" Ethan grinned. He so enjoyed taunting him, waiting for the old Ripper to show himself.
Stone came back to the car, gave Ethan an uncertain look, and climbed inside.
"Does she even know who you are, Ethan?"
"She knows enough to come looking for me," said Ethan as he climbed into the car and sped away.
"I should have made them both bleed," pouted Buffy.
"I hope she'll be all right," said Giles, his anger suddenly turning to concern.
"Why, Giles? She's-"
"Buffy, you know Ethan Rayne, would you go looking for him?"
"Oh."
"Marion," Giles sighed under his breath. She was an old love that'd betrayed him. Now she was dead, gone.