1 Chapter Three
After watching an extremely girlie movie, which actually made them all want to poke out their eyes with their straws. Xander, Anya, Dawn and Buffy wandered down Main Street aimlessly looking in shop windows and giggling over the movie. Dawn's mobile went of screeching some incoherent piece of classical music that the composer selfishly hadn't meant for a mobile, interrupting their fun. Stumbling over her feet Dawn dug into her backpack, sending teenage paraphernalia flying, pressing bottoms in a panic as if the phone call could change the course of the world in a life and death sort of way. On her phone no way, she thought answering breathlessly. "Hello?"
"Dawnie," Willow's voice bellowed over the line in alarm. "You really need to put Buffy on. Like right now…please." she finished but no one heard since Dawn was flinging the phone at her sister.
"Hey, Willow!..... Slow down, take a deep breath. How what's so important?"
"I followed this strange energy into the graveyard and this blue lightening hit one of the gravestones and these people appeared. They've been brought here against their will by some evil thingies called Goa'uld's. Anyway they're the good guys…I'm just about to!" she ranted, distracted by someone. "They've lost one of their team called Jack in the graveyard and I didn't want to put us at risk going searching. So you really need to find and bring him to the magic shop so we can sort this all out. Okay?"
Smiling despite herself Buffy condensed, "You want me to go to the graveyard and find this guy Jack so we can discover what new big blue evil is in town and defeat it saving the world." Looking at the others as she spoke, talking to them as well.
"In a nut shell." Willow answered weakly.
"Okay I'm sending Dawn straight over and the rest of us will split up and look. If we haven't found anything by midnight we'll regroup at the magic shop. Where abouts did they drop in."
"The west side of the cemetery. Where the bench in memory of the mayor is." Willow added. "I guess I'll see you later." with that they both hung up.
"Well you heard. Would you two mind taking the left side of that area and I'll do the right. Oh…and phone me on Dawn's mobile if you find anything. We're meeting back at the magic shop at midnight." she called after them as they headed of to the left side entrance of the west part of the cemetery. Taking Dawn by the arm in a protective and threatening way Buffy ordered.
"Go straight there. No distractions. I'll come pick you up later."
"Yeah…yeah. I know. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred." she complained walking away at a snail's pace.
*~*
Jack opened his eyes. Above him was the night's sky twinkling in and out of focus. Carefully he pushed his body up on his forearms letting his eyes a just to the darkness. He was in hole the size of a long box but there wasn't damp soil beneath him, as with the walls but wood with a gapping whole down at his feet. "Sam! Daniel! Teal'c! Anyone!" He called in frustration. Standing up so he could just look over the rim of the hole, he spotted a stone down at the bottom similar to that of the glowing one. Moving down to get closer he suddenly realised that it was a headstone. Stumbling to get away from it he fell yelping in surprise. Knowing what he was now laying on he yelped again. Quickly he pulled himself out of the grave shaking off every trace of it. There were few things that could faze him but waking up in a grave was one of them. Hesitantly he took a step towards the headstone making sure to stay away from the open grave as much as possible. He laughed, it wasn't his grave and looking down again realised whoever's it, was they weren't home.
Hearing movement behind him Jack stilled, slowly moving his hand to his side arm. Knowing that whoever it was they were getting closer to him he silently unclipped his gun and spun round to face something that was definitely not human. Its face looked permanently screwed up as if he'd tasted something bitter and its eyes glowed like two pale yellow moons fallen from the sky in disgrace. Knocking Jack backwards it charged him again pulling him up from the ground by his neck. Bending Jack's head further to the side than it was meant to go, exposing the vulnerable side of his neck to its newly bared fangs.
Acting on auto-pilot instincts and years of intense training had supplied, Jack moved the gun between them to the middle of its chest and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened; the gun was clicking but there was no bullet action, the creature laughed in his face. Something tapped it on the shoulder pulling its attention away from him making it turn around still holding him. Jack struggled but it was useless against its superior inhuman strength.
"Little girl I don't think you know who your messing with." the young woman who purposely had gotten the creature's attention laughed, flicking her hair behind her ear. Jack wanted to warn the helpless girl to run but the thing had him to tight round the throat making it steadily harder to breath.
"Why don't you put the old man down and go for something a little more … fresh." putting up her hands to show no insult meant she continued. "But hey if that's all you could get don't let me bother you this should only take a minute."
Not waiting for a reply she elbowed the creature in the face forcing it to drop him heavily to the ground. Brandishing a stake she again attacked, giving it several rapid punches in the face then chest. Dropping low she knocked the legs out from under it just as it turned to run away, causing it to fall on top of Jack. He struggled with it hitting it several times in the face, suddenly it was no longer on top of him and he was looking through a cloud of dust at the girl. A stake was pointed several inches above his body where the thing had been.
Looking up at her he smiled feebly, "I come in peace."
*~*
Xander and Anya walked slowly through the dark graveyard, talking about something unbelievably scary in his opinion. "I'm not wearing a skirt."
"Come on. I have proof from your mother that you have Scottish ancestors, which means you get to wear a kilt. Everything thinks they are very manly."
He shrugged, it wasn't that he didn't think they weren't manly; just that they wouldn't look manly on him. "Anya, you're not wearing some weird traditional outfit from your roots, so why do I have too?"
She contemplated this for a moment, "Well if you think your relations could put up with the smell of gutted bug lava I will wear it. I was only thinking of your comf…." Xander tackled her to the ground covering her indigent cry with his hand. Slowly he took it away his eyes warning her to be quite.
"You can't win every argument by giving me an orgasm." he quickly covered her mouth again and then she heard it. Two men walking along the path came in sight carrying a small box.
"What do you think they're doing?" he asked.
She answered muffled into his hand making him take it away so he could understand her "I don't know. Carrying a small box?" his glare made words unneeded.
Getting a better look at them Xander's eyes lit up. "I've seen that mark on their forehead before. Earlier tonight on those melty demons and vamps. Remember?"
Anya shook her head "If I remember rightly I was fighting for my life at the time so chances are I missed that."
Getting a stake and a small club from inside his jacket he handed the smaller to her, "We need to get that box."
"Okay two things. Firstly why should we go looking for other trouble when were already suppose to be finding this Jack person? And secondly how on earth are you fitting an arsenal in your jacket? First the sword with the melties and now stakes, clubs. What's next?" Anya hissed peaking over the headstones as Xander was doing keeping an eye on their targets.
Taking her arm he hulled her up and in the direction of the bad guys. "Do you really think there is such a thing as a coincident at the Hellmouth? Those Dorothy people and shiny tattoo guys are connected somehow. And to answer your second question before Giles left he gave me some of the weapons he wasn't taking with him and told me the secret of carrying heavy weapons around."
Anya giggled. Xander glared at her again.
"Just hit the guys."
Coming up right behind them Xander was surprised they'd gotten so close. He knocked his guy with the box out, unconscious with one blow and picked it up. Anya had dispensed with hers just as easily. Pulling her away from the duo they ran to the relative safety of the main road. "They were human." Anya panted. "Why would humans be working with demons and vampires, running around with little tattoos on their head. It makes no sense."
"What makes no sense?" Spiked asked causing the pair to jump. "Would you please not do that?" Anya ordered. "I could have accidentally staked you."
"Spike jump out again. Honey, get that staking arm ready." Xander counter ordered.
Spike insolently walked over to the edge of the wall and jumped down next to them.
"One of these days, lapdog, you and I are going to have a serious discussion."
"I'll bring my game boy so you have something to cuddle up to, Mr.Chip-in- your-head."
The two men stood tall before each other, neither one backing down. "Excuse me. Can we keep the testosterone under control? We need to get to the magic shop and tell them what we've discovered."
"Ya, Spiky! Keep your testosterone under control." but his attention was on Anya.
"The Slayer going to need some help against some new bad?" he smiled at her, "Count me in"
Exasperated Xander called after Spike as he walked in the direction of the magic shop, "You don't even know what we're up against."
Without turning around to see if they were following he answered, "Knowing the Slayer it's going to be the usual end of the world stuff. I'm not missing anything. 'Passions' isn't on for ages yet."
A/N ~ I hope your enjoying this. Please review. More up later this week.
After watching an extremely girlie movie, which actually made them all want to poke out their eyes with their straws. Xander, Anya, Dawn and Buffy wandered down Main Street aimlessly looking in shop windows and giggling over the movie. Dawn's mobile went of screeching some incoherent piece of classical music that the composer selfishly hadn't meant for a mobile, interrupting their fun. Stumbling over her feet Dawn dug into her backpack, sending teenage paraphernalia flying, pressing bottoms in a panic as if the phone call could change the course of the world in a life and death sort of way. On her phone no way, she thought answering breathlessly. "Hello?"
"Dawnie," Willow's voice bellowed over the line in alarm. "You really need to put Buffy on. Like right now…please." she finished but no one heard since Dawn was flinging the phone at her sister.
"Hey, Willow!..... Slow down, take a deep breath. How what's so important?"
"I followed this strange energy into the graveyard and this blue lightening hit one of the gravestones and these people appeared. They've been brought here against their will by some evil thingies called Goa'uld's. Anyway they're the good guys…I'm just about to!" she ranted, distracted by someone. "They've lost one of their team called Jack in the graveyard and I didn't want to put us at risk going searching. So you really need to find and bring him to the magic shop so we can sort this all out. Okay?"
Smiling despite herself Buffy condensed, "You want me to go to the graveyard and find this guy Jack so we can discover what new big blue evil is in town and defeat it saving the world." Looking at the others as she spoke, talking to them as well.
"In a nut shell." Willow answered weakly.
"Okay I'm sending Dawn straight over and the rest of us will split up and look. If we haven't found anything by midnight we'll regroup at the magic shop. Where abouts did they drop in."
"The west side of the cemetery. Where the bench in memory of the mayor is." Willow added. "I guess I'll see you later." with that they both hung up.
"Well you heard. Would you two mind taking the left side of that area and I'll do the right. Oh…and phone me on Dawn's mobile if you find anything. We're meeting back at the magic shop at midnight." she called after them as they headed of to the left side entrance of the west part of the cemetery. Taking Dawn by the arm in a protective and threatening way Buffy ordered.
"Go straight there. No distractions. I'll come pick you up later."
"Yeah…yeah. I know. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred." she complained walking away at a snail's pace.
*~*
Jack opened his eyes. Above him was the night's sky twinkling in and out of focus. Carefully he pushed his body up on his forearms letting his eyes a just to the darkness. He was in hole the size of a long box but there wasn't damp soil beneath him, as with the walls but wood with a gapping whole down at his feet. "Sam! Daniel! Teal'c! Anyone!" He called in frustration. Standing up so he could just look over the rim of the hole, he spotted a stone down at the bottom similar to that of the glowing one. Moving down to get closer he suddenly realised that it was a headstone. Stumbling to get away from it he fell yelping in surprise. Knowing what he was now laying on he yelped again. Quickly he pulled himself out of the grave shaking off every trace of it. There were few things that could faze him but waking up in a grave was one of them. Hesitantly he took a step towards the headstone making sure to stay away from the open grave as much as possible. He laughed, it wasn't his grave and looking down again realised whoever's it, was they weren't home.
Hearing movement behind him Jack stilled, slowly moving his hand to his side arm. Knowing that whoever it was they were getting closer to him he silently unclipped his gun and spun round to face something that was definitely not human. Its face looked permanently screwed up as if he'd tasted something bitter and its eyes glowed like two pale yellow moons fallen from the sky in disgrace. Knocking Jack backwards it charged him again pulling him up from the ground by his neck. Bending Jack's head further to the side than it was meant to go, exposing the vulnerable side of his neck to its newly bared fangs.
Acting on auto-pilot instincts and years of intense training had supplied, Jack moved the gun between them to the middle of its chest and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened; the gun was clicking but there was no bullet action, the creature laughed in his face. Something tapped it on the shoulder pulling its attention away from him making it turn around still holding him. Jack struggled but it was useless against its superior inhuman strength.
"Little girl I don't think you know who your messing with." the young woman who purposely had gotten the creature's attention laughed, flicking her hair behind her ear. Jack wanted to warn the helpless girl to run but the thing had him to tight round the throat making it steadily harder to breath.
"Why don't you put the old man down and go for something a little more … fresh." putting up her hands to show no insult meant she continued. "But hey if that's all you could get don't let me bother you this should only take a minute."
Not waiting for a reply she elbowed the creature in the face forcing it to drop him heavily to the ground. Brandishing a stake she again attacked, giving it several rapid punches in the face then chest. Dropping low she knocked the legs out from under it just as it turned to run away, causing it to fall on top of Jack. He struggled with it hitting it several times in the face, suddenly it was no longer on top of him and he was looking through a cloud of dust at the girl. A stake was pointed several inches above his body where the thing had been.
Looking up at her he smiled feebly, "I come in peace."
*~*
Xander and Anya walked slowly through the dark graveyard, talking about something unbelievably scary in his opinion. "I'm not wearing a skirt."
"Come on. I have proof from your mother that you have Scottish ancestors, which means you get to wear a kilt. Everything thinks they are very manly."
He shrugged, it wasn't that he didn't think they weren't manly; just that they wouldn't look manly on him. "Anya, you're not wearing some weird traditional outfit from your roots, so why do I have too?"
She contemplated this for a moment, "Well if you think your relations could put up with the smell of gutted bug lava I will wear it. I was only thinking of your comf…." Xander tackled her to the ground covering her indigent cry with his hand. Slowly he took it away his eyes warning her to be quite.
"You can't win every argument by giving me an orgasm." he quickly covered her mouth again and then she heard it. Two men walking along the path came in sight carrying a small box.
"What do you think they're doing?" he asked.
She answered muffled into his hand making him take it away so he could understand her "I don't know. Carrying a small box?" his glare made words unneeded.
Getting a better look at them Xander's eyes lit up. "I've seen that mark on their forehead before. Earlier tonight on those melty demons and vamps. Remember?"
Anya shook her head "If I remember rightly I was fighting for my life at the time so chances are I missed that."
Getting a stake and a small club from inside his jacket he handed the smaller to her, "We need to get that box."
"Okay two things. Firstly why should we go looking for other trouble when were already suppose to be finding this Jack person? And secondly how on earth are you fitting an arsenal in your jacket? First the sword with the melties and now stakes, clubs. What's next?" Anya hissed peaking over the headstones as Xander was doing keeping an eye on their targets.
Taking her arm he hulled her up and in the direction of the bad guys. "Do you really think there is such a thing as a coincident at the Hellmouth? Those Dorothy people and shiny tattoo guys are connected somehow. And to answer your second question before Giles left he gave me some of the weapons he wasn't taking with him and told me the secret of carrying heavy weapons around."
Anya giggled. Xander glared at her again.
"Just hit the guys."
Coming up right behind them Xander was surprised they'd gotten so close. He knocked his guy with the box out, unconscious with one blow and picked it up. Anya had dispensed with hers just as easily. Pulling her away from the duo they ran to the relative safety of the main road. "They were human." Anya panted. "Why would humans be working with demons and vampires, running around with little tattoos on their head. It makes no sense."
"What makes no sense?" Spiked asked causing the pair to jump. "Would you please not do that?" Anya ordered. "I could have accidentally staked you."
"Spike jump out again. Honey, get that staking arm ready." Xander counter ordered.
Spike insolently walked over to the edge of the wall and jumped down next to them.
"One of these days, lapdog, you and I are going to have a serious discussion."
"I'll bring my game boy so you have something to cuddle up to, Mr.Chip-in- your-head."
The two men stood tall before each other, neither one backing down. "Excuse me. Can we keep the testosterone under control? We need to get to the magic shop and tell them what we've discovered."
"Ya, Spiky! Keep your testosterone under control." but his attention was on Anya.
"The Slayer going to need some help against some new bad?" he smiled at her, "Count me in"
Exasperated Xander called after Spike as he walked in the direction of the magic shop, "You don't even know what we're up against."
Without turning around to see if they were following he answered, "Knowing the Slayer it's going to be the usual end of the world stuff. I'm not missing anything. 'Passions' isn't on for ages yet."
A/N ~ I hope your enjoying this. Please review. More up later this week.