Hey! Guys I heard some complaints that he's not all super agent sexy.well
just wait ok. I'm getting there.This but all of those quite ones out there
please review! I really hope you guys like this fan fic. And oh those who
already read my last chapter. Coffee Time I changed the ending just a
little bit.
Thanks to all those who reviewed. REVIEWERS:
Slyffindor Playmate, Ike, Rachel, and Dj: You don't have to wait any longer!
Kenya, Periwinkle, Ava, dreamcoat- Thanks for the reviews
Shelby- I'm hope this is enough slayer/agent stuff.and the next chapter should be pretty good if not.
Fusterali- Thanks for the review and I'm glad ya think it's cute
KittenGal - Give me your ideas, what exactly did ya mean, and thanks for the review!
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In the Cemetery
Later that day, William stepped out of his house, and like he said he needed to get in shape went for a run. The sun was barely out and it was still going down. He ran a little way, before coming across a cemetery.
"I take it your new around here," an un-familiar voice to him said, probably because it was muffled under the sound of punched and the so often crunch of something into a tree breaking its branches. When he heard the sounds of struggle he began running with a purpose into the symmetry.
William pulled back some tree branches only coming across Buffy standing in front of a grave.
"Buffy," He said in a low tone, but enough to catch her attention. Buffy turned around wide eyed like a deer caught in the head lights.
"W-William, What are you doing here?" She fidgeted nervously.
"I should ask you the same." He smirked at her nervousness.
"Hmph," she crossed her arms in frustration, only to see his smirk become a grin.
"I was out for a run," He stretched his back a little.
Buffy watched his muscles flex beneath his skin tight fleece; she rolled her eyes and looked away when his eyes connected with hers.
"And you, why are you out here?"
"Oh. just out for a walk," William looked at her incredulously, wondering what she was hiding.
Buffy sensed a vampire closing in from behind William and got antsy.
"Don't you have to get going?" Buffy tried to urge him away from the cemetary.
"Nah, I'm not going anywhere specific," he looked around because she started looking around all over the place.
"You know I'm going to head home, want to walk with me," She tries another maneuver.
"Sure," Hey who said he couldn't be the gentlemanly sort.
"S***," Buffy cursed when her heel caught in the man hole to the sewer below. William began slyly caught Buffy around the waist before she fell.
She looked up at him his blue eyes just staring at her, then a smile curved his lip and he began laughing.
"What's so funny," Buffy asked standing herself up.
"You," his giggles began to simmer down.
"Arrg," she growled angrily, half from being laughed at and half from not being able to slay more vampires.
"Your Welcome," he smirked but thought him pushing his luck a bit. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"Good night, William," Buffy said as she stepped onto her porch.
"Buffy I was wondering.Would you like to come with me to dinner tomorrow night?"
"Sure." She nodded shyly.
"Pick you up here, at 7:00?"
"That would be great," she piped up.
"Alright, see you tomorrow." He said backing off the porch.
William turned around when Buffy went into her house and ran to his car. He turned it on and began driving towards the magic shop, remembering she said something, about her 'father figure' owning the store. When he got there he pulled a small bag out from under his seat and zipped it open to find many tools there. He then grabbed it heading towards the Magic shop's front door. He looked back over the deserted street then began rummaging through the bag. He came up with a lock pick and began working on the door. In a few seconds the door clicked open.
He walked in quietly checking for any people. When he found none he began looking over the shelves taking pictures with a small camera, surveying what the shop's contents were. He traveled his way into a back room full of weapons and fighting equipment. One the wall was a picture of Buffy, her 'fatherly figure', and her friends. He took a picture, looked around then stopped at another picture of everyone.
When he came across an open book on the counter with pictures of demons drawn on every page, he had seen enough.
"Buffy Summers, who are you?" he asked the air.
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Ya like? Yes, no? Well let me know with reviews, if I get at least 6 reviews I will continue.
Thanks to all those who reviewed. REVIEWERS:
Slyffindor Playmate, Ike, Rachel, and Dj: You don't have to wait any longer!
Kenya, Periwinkle, Ava, dreamcoat- Thanks for the reviews
Shelby- I'm hope this is enough slayer/agent stuff.and the next chapter should be pretty good if not.
Fusterali- Thanks for the review and I'm glad ya think it's cute
KittenGal - Give me your ideas, what exactly did ya mean, and thanks for the review!
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In the Cemetery
Later that day, William stepped out of his house, and like he said he needed to get in shape went for a run. The sun was barely out and it was still going down. He ran a little way, before coming across a cemetery.
"I take it your new around here," an un-familiar voice to him said, probably because it was muffled under the sound of punched and the so often crunch of something into a tree breaking its branches. When he heard the sounds of struggle he began running with a purpose into the symmetry.
William pulled back some tree branches only coming across Buffy standing in front of a grave.
"Buffy," He said in a low tone, but enough to catch her attention. Buffy turned around wide eyed like a deer caught in the head lights.
"W-William, What are you doing here?" She fidgeted nervously.
"I should ask you the same." He smirked at her nervousness.
"Hmph," she crossed her arms in frustration, only to see his smirk become a grin.
"I was out for a run," He stretched his back a little.
Buffy watched his muscles flex beneath his skin tight fleece; she rolled her eyes and looked away when his eyes connected with hers.
"And you, why are you out here?"
"Oh. just out for a walk," William looked at her incredulously, wondering what she was hiding.
Buffy sensed a vampire closing in from behind William and got antsy.
"Don't you have to get going?" Buffy tried to urge him away from the cemetary.
"Nah, I'm not going anywhere specific," he looked around because she started looking around all over the place.
"You know I'm going to head home, want to walk with me," She tries another maneuver.
"Sure," Hey who said he couldn't be the gentlemanly sort.
"S***," Buffy cursed when her heel caught in the man hole to the sewer below. William began slyly caught Buffy around the waist before she fell.
She looked up at him his blue eyes just staring at her, then a smile curved his lip and he began laughing.
"What's so funny," Buffy asked standing herself up.
"You," his giggles began to simmer down.
"Arrg," she growled angrily, half from being laughed at and half from not being able to slay more vampires.
"Your Welcome," he smirked but thought him pushing his luck a bit. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"Good night, William," Buffy said as she stepped onto her porch.
"Buffy I was wondering.Would you like to come with me to dinner tomorrow night?"
"Sure." She nodded shyly.
"Pick you up here, at 7:00?"
"That would be great," she piped up.
"Alright, see you tomorrow." He said backing off the porch.
William turned around when Buffy went into her house and ran to his car. He turned it on and began driving towards the magic shop, remembering she said something, about her 'father figure' owning the store. When he got there he pulled a small bag out from under his seat and zipped it open to find many tools there. He then grabbed it heading towards the Magic shop's front door. He looked back over the deserted street then began rummaging through the bag. He came up with a lock pick and began working on the door. In a few seconds the door clicked open.
He walked in quietly checking for any people. When he found none he began looking over the shelves taking pictures with a small camera, surveying what the shop's contents were. He traveled his way into a back room full of weapons and fighting equipment. One the wall was a picture of Buffy, her 'fatherly figure', and her friends. He took a picture, looked around then stopped at another picture of everyone.
When he came across an open book on the counter with pictures of demons drawn on every page, he had seen enough.
"Buffy Summers, who are you?" he asked the air.
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Ya like? Yes, no? Well let me know with reviews, if I get at least 6 reviews I will continue.