Part 10: And the Trouble Starts
Bri hurried up the walk of her new home, her mind buzzing with the events of only a few moments ago. "You got home safe." Came a voice from under the tree in the front yard. The slayer turned just as Angel stepped out of the shadows.
"Were you waiting for me?"
"I've only been here a few minutes. I walked Buffy and Willow home and when I realized you weren't here…I got worried."
Bri nodded. "Well…I'm home safe and sound now."
"Buffy was worried about you." Angel said. "She wanted to know what happened."
"What'd you tell her?"
"Basically the truth, leaving out the part where Spike's your ex." The vampire stepped onto the porch to stand across from her.
"Thanks." She mumbled.
"Are you ok?"
"Well…the walk to clear my head just ended up making everything all the more fuzzy." She said with a sigh.
"Spike's here?" He asked. Bri shot him a puzzled look. "I can smell him on you."
The blonde nodded. "He's here. I…I told him we couldn't…I don't think he's gonna listen, though. But…the thing that scares me…I not sure want him to. I love him so much…I don't think I have the strength to resist him." She thought a moment. "And I don't know if I want to."
Giles jumped slightly as a notepad was slammed onto the table before him. He looked up to find Wesley glaring at him furiously. "What is this?" the young watcher demanded.
Giles glanced down at the paper, recognizing the notes written in his own hand. "This was in with my personal things." He growled. "How dare you go through my belongings!"
Wesley ignored him. "When were you going to tell me about this?" When the older man remained silent, Wesley slammed his fist down onto the table. "I am tired of this! We're on the same team! You've got to stop withholding things from me. Especially things of this magnitude!" He rested his hands against the table. When he spoke again his tone was calmer but still clipped and harsh. "Does she know?"
The older watcher shook his head, removing his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. "She's completely unaware as far as we know."
"She hasn't met him?"
"Well we don't know who he is. He could be Angel for all we know!" he sighed. "For awhile I actually thought it was Buffy and Angel who's fate was written of but now we know that's not true. All signs point to Bri."
"Don't you feel it would be wise to tell her?"
Giles was thoughtful. "Her watcher in Virginia, Ms. Andrews thought it best not to. Our interference might…divert her. If she knew of her destiny it would perhaps unnerve her…she might resist contact with vampires completely- other than the slaying. Or it might give her an excuse to go galavanting off with the first 'cute' vampire she came along. I don't know her well enough to determine which. But either way, I'm still torn."
"Yes," Wesley nodded in agreement. "because I'm sure it's highly unlikely that she'd share the information with us if she met him. I doubt most certainly that she'd be overjoyed with it."
"No…most certainly not."
The library was silent as each man slipped into thought. Finally Wesley spoke up, "So, what do we do?"
Bri shut the door behind her and began her way upstairs when she heard Buffy call out to her. She turned to find Buffy and Willow, decked out in their pajamas, sitting on the living room sofa watching tv. Buffy was staring at her worry and confusion etched on her features. "Are you ok?" she asked, switching off the tv.
Bri sighed and descended the three steps she'd made it up. "Yea. I'm fine." she lied.
"Do you wanna hang out with us? We're gonna do the whole, sleep over bonding thing. Movies, food, exfoliating." Willow offered.
"Maybe later. I'm gonna go change and it's my night to patrol so I think I'll do a few sweeps before bed."
"Well, the invitation's open if you wanna hang out when you get back." Buffy said.
"Thanks." Bri smiled gratefully, knowing that the two girls knew she was down and were trying to help. She hurried up the stairs, ducking into her room and changing quickly into some jeans, a tank top, and sneakers. Then she bounded back down the stairs, giving Buffy and Willow a short wave goodbye and promising to be careful.
When she was out of the house, she jogging slowly to the cemetery and through the gates, smiling as she immediately spotted a fledgling just breaking out of his grave. He rose up, shaking the dirt off of his suit and growled ferociously. As his yellow eyes settled on the blonde slayer, he foolishly charged her, fueled by bloodlust.
Bri kicked him in the stomach and he flew back, crashing into a gravestone. She was on him in a second, her foot flying out to catch him across the cheek. He growled, springing to his feet as he rubbed his aching jaw. A cold fist lashed out, clumsy with rage and bloodlust, missing the target of her face and instead landing on her shoulder.
"Ugh. That was just so pathetic, I think I'm gonna have to put you out of your misery." She said as her arm shot forward and embedded her stake through his chest. The slayer let out a sigh as the dust settled at her feet and she turned, heading further into the cemetery, hoping to find a better fight.
From a cluster of nearby trees and bushes, a pair of brown eyes watched curiously. "Interesting. A new slayer in town. Won't the mayor be thrilled?" The man groaned as he scurried back towards City Hall.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is kinda…'blah'. The next will be more exciting, promise. Though it might be a couple days before I can get it posted. Oh, and for the record, NO this is NOT nor is it going to be a Buffy/Spike story. Sorry folks. I guess there's just a huge wave of B/S shippers coming through cause of the events on this season, cause I've gotten a few e-mails and comments from my friends and others to the effect of "good story, but it's not b/s." But anyway, I hope you read my story anyway. Please R&R.