Those Moments
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer or any of it's characters. They all were created by Joss Whedon and are owned by himself and the UPN. I have written this without the consent of anybody related to the show.
Chapter 1
It was a regular evening for Rupert Giles, the middle-aged British Watcher. Giles, as he was nicknamed by his Slayer and her friends, was perched in front of the blazing open-fire, reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. The aging man, who was sipping at a mild whisky every now and then, had some quiet music on, well, it was just music which was turned down in volume really, he had Pink Floyd playing through his speakers.
Okay so maybe it wasn't that normal, it was actually quite different. He was usually looking up some demons or ancient cult or something like that, or he usually had the Scooby gang - Buffy and her friends - banging on his door in a frenzy, or he was going to help Buffy slay something big and evil. No, compared to a Giles usual night, tonight was super-strange.
Giles looked up at the clock, it read 20:16, he continued reading. He sipped his whisky as he reached chapter four. Something isn't right here...Giles thought, Buffy is usually pounding on my door by now on a night like this, and what's that noise?! There was a sound coming from his window, a scratching. Giles panicked, dropped his book and leapt from his sofa like a frog from it's lilly-pad. He peered over at his window to see a cat scratching it, he also saw a moth fluttering around on the inside of the window. He released a huge sigh of relief as he sat back down and picked up his book. As he flicked through the pages to find the page with the start of chapter four.
He again looked up at the clock, it now read 21:32, what?! An hour hasn't even gone since I last looked at the time!! He became afraid, something very, very odd was going on.
Suddenly, the phone rang and Giles jumped a mile out of his skin and his book ended up over by the window, frightening the cat so much that it's fur became bushy and it leapt away and over the fence. The retired librarian, who was now standing up and shaking like a bowl of jelly, as he traipsed slowly over to the area where the ringing phone sat. His heart thudded so lowly in his chest he was afraid that the person on the other end would hear it, he picked up the phone. He almost dropped the phone as he heard the cold, harsh voice whisper,
"Hello, Ripper. Miss me?"
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"Hey! Undead guy! Come and meet Mr. Pointy!" Buffy exclaimed as she stood inbetween two gravestones, grinning. The undead vampire grunted and flicked his head in Buffy's direction. His glowing yellow eyes hardened their eyes stare on Buffy as he scurried towards the Slayer. Buffy stood waiting with her hands behind her back as the vampire rushed across the cemetery. As they met, Buffy removed her right hand from behind her back and threw the vampire backwards, smashing a gravestone as he landed hard upon the grave of one Charles Trueman. The undead villain stood up and rubbed the back of his neck again charging forwards as Buffy tried to kick him, he grabbed her foot and held the grip tight, grinning. Buffy panicked he was twisting her leg around slowly. She winced in pain and tried to stake him, it wasn't possible he just twisted harder, the vampire's grip was getting stronger and he was twisting her leg even more, she tried to loosen her foot but it was impossible. Just then, the vampire twisted her leg and she spun with it, smashing the gravestone of Penelope Pullman, the vampire exploded into dust and the figure of a young girl, no older than seventeen appeared behind the dust.
"Are you okay? That vampire nearly had you then." She said sympathetically in a British accent.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer or any of it's characters. They all were created by Joss Whedon and are owned by himself and the UPN. I have written this without the consent of anybody related to the show.
Chapter 1
It was a regular evening for Rupert Giles, the middle-aged British Watcher. Giles, as he was nicknamed by his Slayer and her friends, was perched in front of the blazing open-fire, reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. The aging man, who was sipping at a mild whisky every now and then, had some quiet music on, well, it was just music which was turned down in volume really, he had Pink Floyd playing through his speakers.
Okay so maybe it wasn't that normal, it was actually quite different. He was usually looking up some demons or ancient cult or something like that, or he usually had the Scooby gang - Buffy and her friends - banging on his door in a frenzy, or he was going to help Buffy slay something big and evil. No, compared to a Giles usual night, tonight was super-strange.
Giles looked up at the clock, it read 20:16, he continued reading. He sipped his whisky as he reached chapter four. Something isn't right here...Giles thought, Buffy is usually pounding on my door by now on a night like this, and what's that noise?! There was a sound coming from his window, a scratching. Giles panicked, dropped his book and leapt from his sofa like a frog from it's lilly-pad. He peered over at his window to see a cat scratching it, he also saw a moth fluttering around on the inside of the window. He released a huge sigh of relief as he sat back down and picked up his book. As he flicked through the pages to find the page with the start of chapter four.
He again looked up at the clock, it now read 21:32, what?! An hour hasn't even gone since I last looked at the time!! He became afraid, something very, very odd was going on.
Suddenly, the phone rang and Giles jumped a mile out of his skin and his book ended up over by the window, frightening the cat so much that it's fur became bushy and it leapt away and over the fence. The retired librarian, who was now standing up and shaking like a bowl of jelly, as he traipsed slowly over to the area where the ringing phone sat. His heart thudded so lowly in his chest he was afraid that the person on the other end would hear it, he picked up the phone. He almost dropped the phone as he heard the cold, harsh voice whisper,
"Hello, Ripper. Miss me?"
**********
"Hey! Undead guy! Come and meet Mr. Pointy!" Buffy exclaimed as she stood inbetween two gravestones, grinning. The undead vampire grunted and flicked his head in Buffy's direction. His glowing yellow eyes hardened their eyes stare on Buffy as he scurried towards the Slayer. Buffy stood waiting with her hands behind her back as the vampire rushed across the cemetery. As they met, Buffy removed her right hand from behind her back and threw the vampire backwards, smashing a gravestone as he landed hard upon the grave of one Charles Trueman. The undead villain stood up and rubbed the back of his neck again charging forwards as Buffy tried to kick him, he grabbed her foot and held the grip tight, grinning. Buffy panicked he was twisting her leg around slowly. She winced in pain and tried to stake him, it wasn't possible he just twisted harder, the vampire's grip was getting stronger and he was twisting her leg even more, she tried to loosen her foot but it was impossible. Just then, the vampire twisted her leg and she spun with it, smashing the gravestone of Penelope Pullman, the vampire exploded into dust and the figure of a young girl, no older than seventeen appeared behind the dust.
"Are you okay? That vampire nearly had you then." She said sympathetically in a British accent.
