Author: Amanda
E-mail: Amandab9@a...
Feedback: YES, please!
Timeline: "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered"
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I am writing purely to please the
annoying voices in my head. The beginning actions and speech is
actually from "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered" but the feelings
are mine. You should be able to tell when I start the actual writing
of my own.
Jennifer Calendar quickly walked down the long hall in Sunneydale High. Ignoring the loud sound of her heels clicking on the tile, Jenny walked straight into the library.
Not paying any heed to Buffy shooting her evil glares, Jenny went up to Giles. "Rupert, we need to talk."
Giles' head snapped up at the sound of her voice. "What about?" he asked, voice strained.
Jenny's eyes quickly flicked back to Buffy. "Could we… could we talk privately?"
"What you need to say, you can say here," Giles reassured her.
Jenny let out a small sigh. She needed to speak to Giles and he was still being so distant.
"Please? I really need to discuss something with you… alone," she begged, cringing at the sound of her own voice pleading. But this was important.
"Very well," Giles finally agreed in a tight voice.
He led her into his small office full of books. "What is it?"
"Its about Angelus. A friend of mine has been staking out The Factory and he found something," she paused, not sure how to say the next part. Taking a deep breath, she plunged forward. "He saw a young red hair and dark haired boy hanging around with the others last night."
Jenny waited in an awkward silence for Giles' answer. "And…" he finally asked.
Couldn't he tell where this was leading? Or did he just not want to face the facts?
"Well, Willow is the only red head I know about in Sunnydale. And how did the love spell stop? I ran into Amy today, she said she was sorry for everything that happened and about not reversing the spell. The way to stop the spell would be to have the witch to cast it end it or to kill the intended lover," Jenny emphasized the end, hoping the Watcher would be able to see what was happening.
"I assume you are not suggesting what I think you are," Giles declared.
"I think the evidence shows that Willow and Xander were probably turned and now are hanging around with Angelus, Spike, and Drusilla. I thought you should know"
"Well, you could disregard that theory, both are alive and well," Giles informed Jenny.
She lifted her eyebrows. "Are you sure?" she asked gently.
"I promise you, Miss Calendar, I know both Xander and Willow. Therefore, I was able to recognize them when they sat with Oz, Buffy, and myself in that very room that we just came from. As for the removable of the spell, any other witch could have reversed that," Giles insisted.
"Oh. I… I didn't realize. Sorry."
He called her Miss Calendar again. He had called her that a few days ago to hurt her. No longer his Jenny. She was the "Miss Calendar" who betrayed them.
"I'll be sure to warn Buffy about these new vampires," Giles dismissing tone told her pointedly before walking out the door.
Jenny stood alone in the office, "What have I done?"
There was no reply.
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Willow carefully crept along Angelus' side, pressed against The Factory's broad wall. Footsteps as soft as feathers blowing in the wind, the two didn't make a sound. Together they stopped and spied their pray- the man following them.
Dressed in black jeans and a casual black shirt, the man stood staring at the building's other side. He didn't appear to notice the deadly pair. His mistake.
With a sudden sprint, Willow jumped out in front of the man who had a notebook, pen, and small camera in front of him. The man feverishly turned as if to try to escape but Angelus appeared there blocking his way and wearing an amused grin.
"Hi. What's your name?" Willow asked as she began to circle around him.
His cool brown eyes quickly snapped in each direction for an escape. Upon finding none he told them. "Richard."
Willow had to give his Richard credit his voice barely shook. If it were not for his racing heart and wandering eyes, he would appear pretty calm.
"Wanna play a game, Richie?"
Richard visibly paled at Willow's question.
"'Course he does," Angelus answered.
"We'll have lots of fun. It's called the information game. You tell us what we want to know and Angelus gets to kill you fast. But if not, I get to have a new play toy. Doesn't that sound like fun, Richie?
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Cordelia sat on the floor waiting for Spike to come into her room. She heard Angelus and Willow leave as well as Dru and Xander. Cordelia had heard the blaring television be shut off and the squeaky wheels turn slowly towards her door.
The problem facing Cordelia was simple, or so she kept telling herself. Tell Spike the whole truth and die honest or don't mention it and die a liar. Not that it would be her only lie in her life, far from it. Hmm, the choice we are faced with in life
The door opened and Cordelia watched as Spike rolled in. Cordelia gulped. Spike had some sort of twisted knife that looked extremely painful.
As he rolled towards Cordelia, she made up her mind. She knew what she had to do.
E-mail: Amandab9@a...
Feedback: YES, please!
Timeline: "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered"
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I am writing purely to please the
annoying voices in my head. The beginning actions and speech is
actually from "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered" but the feelings
are mine. You should be able to tell when I start the actual writing
of my own.
Jennifer Calendar quickly walked down the long hall in Sunneydale High. Ignoring the loud sound of her heels clicking on the tile, Jenny walked straight into the library.
Not paying any heed to Buffy shooting her evil glares, Jenny went up to Giles. "Rupert, we need to talk."
Giles' head snapped up at the sound of her voice. "What about?" he asked, voice strained.
Jenny's eyes quickly flicked back to Buffy. "Could we… could we talk privately?"
"What you need to say, you can say here," Giles reassured her.
Jenny let out a small sigh. She needed to speak to Giles and he was still being so distant.
"Please? I really need to discuss something with you… alone," she begged, cringing at the sound of her own voice pleading. But this was important.
"Very well," Giles finally agreed in a tight voice.
He led her into his small office full of books. "What is it?"
"Its about Angelus. A friend of mine has been staking out The Factory and he found something," she paused, not sure how to say the next part. Taking a deep breath, she plunged forward. "He saw a young red hair and dark haired boy hanging around with the others last night."
Jenny waited in an awkward silence for Giles' answer. "And…" he finally asked.
Couldn't he tell where this was leading? Or did he just not want to face the facts?
"Well, Willow is the only red head I know about in Sunnydale. And how did the love spell stop? I ran into Amy today, she said she was sorry for everything that happened and about not reversing the spell. The way to stop the spell would be to have the witch to cast it end it or to kill the intended lover," Jenny emphasized the end, hoping the Watcher would be able to see what was happening.
"I assume you are not suggesting what I think you are," Giles declared.
"I think the evidence shows that Willow and Xander were probably turned and now are hanging around with Angelus, Spike, and Drusilla. I thought you should know"
"Well, you could disregard that theory, both are alive and well," Giles informed Jenny.
She lifted her eyebrows. "Are you sure?" she asked gently.
"I promise you, Miss Calendar, I know both Xander and Willow. Therefore, I was able to recognize them when they sat with Oz, Buffy, and myself in that very room that we just came from. As for the removable of the spell, any other witch could have reversed that," Giles insisted.
"Oh. I… I didn't realize. Sorry."
He called her Miss Calendar again. He had called her that a few days ago to hurt her. No longer his Jenny. She was the "Miss Calendar" who betrayed them.
"I'll be sure to warn Buffy about these new vampires," Giles dismissing tone told her pointedly before walking out the door.
Jenny stood alone in the office, "What have I done?"
There was no reply.
___________________________________________________________________
Willow carefully crept along Angelus' side, pressed against The Factory's broad wall. Footsteps as soft as feathers blowing in the wind, the two didn't make a sound. Together they stopped and spied their pray- the man following them.
Dressed in black jeans and a casual black shirt, the man stood staring at the building's other side. He didn't appear to notice the deadly pair. His mistake.
With a sudden sprint, Willow jumped out in front of the man who had a notebook, pen, and small camera in front of him. The man feverishly turned as if to try to escape but Angelus appeared there blocking his way and wearing an amused grin.
"Hi. What's your name?" Willow asked as she began to circle around him.
His cool brown eyes quickly snapped in each direction for an escape. Upon finding none he told them. "Richard."
Willow had to give his Richard credit his voice barely shook. If it were not for his racing heart and wandering eyes, he would appear pretty calm.
"Wanna play a game, Richie?"
Richard visibly paled at Willow's question.
"'Course he does," Angelus answered.
"We'll have lots of fun. It's called the information game. You tell us what we want to know and Angelus gets to kill you fast. But if not, I get to have a new play toy. Doesn't that sound like fun, Richie?
___________________________________________________________________
Cordelia sat on the floor waiting for Spike to come into her room. She heard Angelus and Willow leave as well as Dru and Xander. Cordelia had heard the blaring television be shut off and the squeaky wheels turn slowly towards her door.
The problem facing Cordelia was simple, or so she kept telling herself. Tell Spike the whole truth and die honest or don't mention it and die a liar. Not that it would be her only lie in her life, far from it. Hmm, the choice we are faced with in life
The door opened and Cordelia watched as Spike rolled in. Cordelia gulped. Spike had some sort of twisted knife that looked extremely painful.
As he rolled towards Cordelia, she made up her mind. She knew what she had to do.