CHAPTER 6 "UNTITLED"
Buffy looks around and dusts herself off.
"Come on. This isn't amusing Spike! I can't wait here and play your stupid little games all night. There are three freshly filed graves this morning. I got to be on the prowl for fresh meat! Please tell me I didn't just say that. Oh... Spike. It's either now or never, so unless you want to spend all night in your better homes and crypts bachelor pad you'd better speak up. Speak now or forever hold your peace! God, even that sounded dirty. See what you did to me? You've guttered my little Slayer mind. Spike? Times up. Goodnight Spike."
She starts walking. after a few feet she stops and looks behind her wondering why Spike hadn't joined. It seemed unusual. She starts thinking.
"Let's see, so that's one down and two to go. Lloyd Baldwin." She stops at a fresh grave and examines it.
"Dirts undisturbed. It's been several hours. Well Lloyd, guess even when you're dead you're a late bloomer. Gosh, never were the popular one." She looks at the grave.
"I said you were never popular!" She punches her fists into the ground.
"Is it the coffin or your head that's thick? You're dead and still not popular Lloyd! Are you even listening to a single word I just said? Lloyd?" She gets up and pounders.
"Could it be you're the first Sunnydale resident that wasn't bit and in fact a victim of an accidental pitch forking? Can't be. I know you are in there Lloyd!" She jumps up and down on his grave.
"Oh Lloyd! You were forked. Oh I'm so sorry. Rest in piece Lloyd. Sorry about dancing on your grave and all. Go to the light Lloyd! The light!"
Yet again she brushes herself off and gets up. She closes her long jacket and takes a moment to pay Lloyd respect. She continues and looks at various tombs for her next vamp.
"This is the very reason I can't bring Dawn along. Killing vampires is a very poor setting for a young and impressionable girl. And sometimes I make mistakes. She's not even fully trained yet. She would just be in my way. She would be a liability. I don't know why she is still here. No, Don't say that. You love your sis, but still, why couldn't those monks have made someone stronger? More able and muscle bound that can handle themself? She's a ball of energy. Why can't she shot energy from her fingers? Whoa, been watching way to many movies with Xander. It's not like her spidy sense will tingle and she'll shot out a web. Only in Xander's world. A world of superheros crushes on Slayers. I know he still thinks about me, but ... how long can he keep it up? One of these days he is going to wake up and realize it's never going to happen. It would be so awkward. Don't want to break his heart yet I don't want to mislead him."
She looks around. Shadows cast from tomb's moon lit faces cover the ground. A slight breeze.
"Just do this by myself. Don't need him. He can stay with Willow and mulder it out. At least then he can stay out of the way and not be in harm's path all of the time. Waiting for me to rescue him and Dawn and worry if Willow will be next. What if I get in a really tough spot and she resorts back to magic? Even worse, what if she falls in love again and loses that love? Being friends with a Slayer means having to except certain things, but I couldn't stop her the first time she tried to destroy the world ... what would I do the second?"
She hears a noise and goes over toward it. Nothing.
"Spike? Are you following me?" The moon is covered by clouds and the breeze momentarily stops. She gets a feeling in her gut and pulls out a Stake.
"Lloyd? I knew you were faking it. I got news for you. I did a little tap dance on your grave back there and I enjoyed it. I'm singing on your grave."
She heads a car and starts for the front of the cemetery. Quietly she approaches and realizes it's Xanders.
"Xander! Where are you?! Something must be wrong." She pulls out her pager and sees no messages and suddenly she worries.
"Dawn." She starts running for home as fast as she can. Her heart pumping and the adrenaline racing through her body, barely keeping up with her Slayer speed.
"Giles please still be there." She passes by the Magic Box. It's lights are off. Without hesitation she keeps going. She sees cars stopped in the middle of the road and at stop signs with no drivers.
"There is something wrong here. Where is everyone? Where have all the people gone?"
Home is finally in sight. Giles's car parked still. She slows down, reaches into her left pocket and pulls out a house key. Finally she gets in.
"Dawn? Dawn please answer me. Anyone! Answer me!" She dashes up stairs. Dawn's door is open, but she's not there. She turns right and goes to her room.
"Giles!? Giles where are you?" She runs to Willow's room. The door hits the wall and she stands there momentarily to think. She makes her way down stairs and into the kitchen. She opens the basement door and goes down. The light switch having not worked she walks down further into the ever darkening room. The air stale and filed with tension. It didn't feel right. Her footsteps echoed in it's night.
"Is there someone down here?" Completely out of place and totally by surprise a slight breeze of wind wisps by, gently tossing up the ends of her hair. She jolts around with guard and examines best she can the darkened cellar.
"I don't know what you are, I want to undue what ever spell, or thing you've done here, because I am not afraid." There is silence and the breeze picks up.
"Deep down ... you are afraid..."
"Okay, what did I just tell you? Hey look, I don't know what you are, but if you want to talk about being scared - well at least I'm not hiding in a dark basement. I mean, come on, that is so a nineties horror flick thing. I'm gonna go up stairs and tell you what, you can stay down here and talk to yourself all you want. Just remember, if you need to wash anything separate the whites and colors and no cold water for cotton."
She goes up stairs and closes the door behind her. She walks to the phone and when she picks up the receiver the door bursts open. It's handle breaks into the wall and holds it there. Her eyes look back and forth and then she dials.
"Hi, you've reached devilishly handsome Xander Harris..."
"Xander! It's me, Buffy. If you are there please pick up. Xander?" She hangs up and dials Anya's number. It rings and rings. The air in the room gets warm and a strong gust circulates. She tries Giles'. Still nobody. She dials the Magic Box. The phone abruptly goes dead. She hangs up and tries again. No dial tone. She puts the phone back.
"I'll bet you don't want me there. I'll bet they're all there and that you don't want me to find out and ..."
The front door slams against the wall. She runs into the living room and to the door. With determination in her eyes and her chest heaving she takes off, hopefully to beat it to them. Hopefully.
Buffy looks around and dusts herself off.
"Come on. This isn't amusing Spike! I can't wait here and play your stupid little games all night. There are three freshly filed graves this morning. I got to be on the prowl for fresh meat! Please tell me I didn't just say that. Oh... Spike. It's either now or never, so unless you want to spend all night in your better homes and crypts bachelor pad you'd better speak up. Speak now or forever hold your peace! God, even that sounded dirty. See what you did to me? You've guttered my little Slayer mind. Spike? Times up. Goodnight Spike."
She starts walking. after a few feet she stops and looks behind her wondering why Spike hadn't joined. It seemed unusual. She starts thinking.
"Let's see, so that's one down and two to go. Lloyd Baldwin." She stops at a fresh grave and examines it.
"Dirts undisturbed. It's been several hours. Well Lloyd, guess even when you're dead you're a late bloomer. Gosh, never were the popular one." She looks at the grave.
"I said you were never popular!" She punches her fists into the ground.
"Is it the coffin or your head that's thick? You're dead and still not popular Lloyd! Are you even listening to a single word I just said? Lloyd?" She gets up and pounders.
"Could it be you're the first Sunnydale resident that wasn't bit and in fact a victim of an accidental pitch forking? Can't be. I know you are in there Lloyd!" She jumps up and down on his grave.
"Oh Lloyd! You were forked. Oh I'm so sorry. Rest in piece Lloyd. Sorry about dancing on your grave and all. Go to the light Lloyd! The light!"
Yet again she brushes herself off and gets up. She closes her long jacket and takes a moment to pay Lloyd respect. She continues and looks at various tombs for her next vamp.
"This is the very reason I can't bring Dawn along. Killing vampires is a very poor setting for a young and impressionable girl. And sometimes I make mistakes. She's not even fully trained yet. She would just be in my way. She would be a liability. I don't know why she is still here. No, Don't say that. You love your sis, but still, why couldn't those monks have made someone stronger? More able and muscle bound that can handle themself? She's a ball of energy. Why can't she shot energy from her fingers? Whoa, been watching way to many movies with Xander. It's not like her spidy sense will tingle and she'll shot out a web. Only in Xander's world. A world of superheros crushes on Slayers. I know he still thinks about me, but ... how long can he keep it up? One of these days he is going to wake up and realize it's never going to happen. It would be so awkward. Don't want to break his heart yet I don't want to mislead him."
She looks around. Shadows cast from tomb's moon lit faces cover the ground. A slight breeze.
"Just do this by myself. Don't need him. He can stay with Willow and mulder it out. At least then he can stay out of the way and not be in harm's path all of the time. Waiting for me to rescue him and Dawn and worry if Willow will be next. What if I get in a really tough spot and she resorts back to magic? Even worse, what if she falls in love again and loses that love? Being friends with a Slayer means having to except certain things, but I couldn't stop her the first time she tried to destroy the world ... what would I do the second?"
She hears a noise and goes over toward it. Nothing.
"Spike? Are you following me?" The moon is covered by clouds and the breeze momentarily stops. She gets a feeling in her gut and pulls out a Stake.
"Lloyd? I knew you were faking it. I got news for you. I did a little tap dance on your grave back there and I enjoyed it. I'm singing on your grave."
She heads a car and starts for the front of the cemetery. Quietly she approaches and realizes it's Xanders.
"Xander! Where are you?! Something must be wrong." She pulls out her pager and sees no messages and suddenly she worries.
"Dawn." She starts running for home as fast as she can. Her heart pumping and the adrenaline racing through her body, barely keeping up with her Slayer speed.
"Giles please still be there." She passes by the Magic Box. It's lights are off. Without hesitation she keeps going. She sees cars stopped in the middle of the road and at stop signs with no drivers.
"There is something wrong here. Where is everyone? Where have all the people gone?"
Home is finally in sight. Giles's car parked still. She slows down, reaches into her left pocket and pulls out a house key. Finally she gets in.
"Dawn? Dawn please answer me. Anyone! Answer me!" She dashes up stairs. Dawn's door is open, but she's not there. She turns right and goes to her room.
"Giles!? Giles where are you?" She runs to Willow's room. The door hits the wall and she stands there momentarily to think. She makes her way down stairs and into the kitchen. She opens the basement door and goes down. The light switch having not worked she walks down further into the ever darkening room. The air stale and filed with tension. It didn't feel right. Her footsteps echoed in it's night.
"Is there someone down here?" Completely out of place and totally by surprise a slight breeze of wind wisps by, gently tossing up the ends of her hair. She jolts around with guard and examines best she can the darkened cellar.
"I don't know what you are, I want to undue what ever spell, or thing you've done here, because I am not afraid." There is silence and the breeze picks up.
"Deep down ... you are afraid..."
"Okay, what did I just tell you? Hey look, I don't know what you are, but if you want to talk about being scared - well at least I'm not hiding in a dark basement. I mean, come on, that is so a nineties horror flick thing. I'm gonna go up stairs and tell you what, you can stay down here and talk to yourself all you want. Just remember, if you need to wash anything separate the whites and colors and no cold water for cotton."
She goes up stairs and closes the door behind her. She walks to the phone and when she picks up the receiver the door bursts open. It's handle breaks into the wall and holds it there. Her eyes look back and forth and then she dials.
"Hi, you've reached devilishly handsome Xander Harris..."
"Xander! It's me, Buffy. If you are there please pick up. Xander?" She hangs up and dials Anya's number. It rings and rings. The air in the room gets warm and a strong gust circulates. She tries Giles'. Still nobody. She dials the Magic Box. The phone abruptly goes dead. She hangs up and tries again. No dial tone. She puts the phone back.
"I'll bet you don't want me there. I'll bet they're all there and that you don't want me to find out and ..."
The front door slams against the wall. She runs into the living room and to the door. With determination in her eyes and her chest heaving she takes off, hopefully to beat it to them. Hopefully.