Willow puffed as her feet pounded down the sidewalk. Tara and her weird
preferences. Well, she'd just have to work things out later. *I'd better
think about what I'd say," she thought to herself, "Um, I'm sorry, Tara..
for.. for..." Willow stopped *what had we fought about?* She thought sadly
to herself. In a wave of amnesia she had forgotten. *How bizarre..* Willow
played with the bracelet she was wearing and sighed. "Damn." When she
looked up, she saw a flash of Buffy running past, who turned to give her a
pleading expression. Willow prepared for what might be chasing her, but
instead of a horrendous demon, it was much more horrible. Xander rushed by
in brightly colored underwear, grasping syrup and whipped cream. Suddenly,
Willow remembered her feeling towards Xander in the early days, and in one,
swift movement she tackled him and brought him down. "Xander! Oh, god!" She
found herself saying as she straddled him and took off the lid from the
whipped cream. Xander shuddered, scared and afraid. "No! That whipped cream
is for Buffy, and for Buffy alone!" Willow just laughed maniacly and
sprayed it all over his face and chest. Giles dashed by. Anya dashed by.
Dawn yawned and stretched her arms. Another day. She glanced at the clock. Damn, it was late. 11am? She hardly ever slept in that late. She rolled out of bed and clobbed to see if there was any breakfast to be made. As she rubbed her eyes she noticed there was no one to be seen. She stopped in her tracks and called out, but their came no answer. She wondered if her plan had worked. As she entered the kitchen she began to see a trail of chocolate syrup leading towards the front door. She gasped. *Oh, god, another weird demon thing where nobody tells me anything about it?* She thought to herself as she quickly followed the trail to the open door.
"Giles! Wait!" Giles kept on running, scared of Anya, but even more attracted to Buffy. At the current time, he wanted to rip her already ripped shirt right off. "Buffy! Wait!" Buffy halted and turned around. "It's me, Buffy, no need to be frightened," He said, somewhat out of breath. "Oh, Giles, thank GOD!" Buffy smiled, then turned to see where her pursuer had vanished, not noticing that Giles had started doing an odd booty dance while attempting to remove his shirt.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
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Dawn yawned and stretched her arms. Another day. She glanced at the clock. Damn, it was late. 11am? She hardly ever slept in that late. She rolled out of bed and clobbed to see if there was any breakfast to be made. As she rubbed her eyes she noticed there was no one to be seen. She stopped in her tracks and called out, but their came no answer. She wondered if her plan had worked. As she entered the kitchen she began to see a trail of chocolate syrup leading towards the front door. She gasped. *Oh, god, another weird demon thing where nobody tells me anything about it?* She thought to herself as she quickly followed the trail to the open door.
"Giles! Wait!" Giles kept on running, scared of Anya, but even more attracted to Buffy. At the current time, he wanted to rip her already ripped shirt right off. "Buffy! Wait!" Buffy halted and turned around. "It's me, Buffy, no need to be frightened," He said, somewhat out of breath. "Oh, Giles, thank GOD!" Buffy smiled, then turned to see where her pursuer had vanished, not noticing that Giles had started doing an odd booty dance while attempting to remove his shirt.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
*I'm asking you: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE give me feedback. I am a desperate mind seeking a reason to keep writing… please, please….. *sigh* And I DON'T MEAN YOU, Emily. *