Lost-II
Portalkeeper87
A/N: Sorry for the delay! I've had a mild case of Writer's Block for this particular idea, as well as an overabundance of schoolwork.
3-Spikalicious
Xander wasn't letting me into the house. I don't think he likes me very much. Okay, maybe it could also have been because of the Turok-Han following behind me like a lost puppy.
"Xander! Just let me in, okay? This little puppy doesn't need an invitation and neither do I. I'm only not barging in there to be polite. So let me in or you replace the door—again."
He warily stuck his head out. "Uh…Alexis, that's the very evil uber-vamp that nearly killed Buffy. You do realize that, don't you?"
I shrugged. "Huh. Guess he is. Oh, and before I forget, you might want to clear the junior Slayers out of the way for now, 'cause Buffy's probably getting back before sunrise."
He just gave me another one of those looks. You know, the ones that everybody around here in Joss-verse seems to give me. Except for Drusilla, of course. Hmm, I think I've just found a favorite character.
"What does Buffy have to do with any of this?"
My turn to look at him like he was an idiot. "She brought her boyfriend back. And I don't think either of them really want an…audience." I gave a wicked little grin. I wouldn't dream of suggesting anything…
Xander frowned. "Boyfriend? Buffy doesn't have a boyfriend."
I left him at the door thinking that. Now, where should I put my new pet? Downstairs, in the basement? Upstairs, as a little surprise for Buffy the Super-B****? Nah. A few of the Potentials might get a tad…startled. Wouldn't want anything to make those poor girls' time even shorter.
I mean, puh-lease. All they're gonna do is get killed. What else could happen to Slayer-wannabe's who only play a part because Joss needs innocent people to kill?
I settled for the living room.
"There, there, sweetie. I'll get you something good to eat. But first, I gotta come up with a name for you. Hmm…" I spoke to myself, patting the Turok-Han on the head all the while. I noticed the Potentials (there were more than two) beginning to gather. Why? Didn't they ever see a cute little Uber-vamp before?
I smiled nicely to the group of shocked onlookers. "Hi, everybody. I'm trying to name my new pet. If you wanna help, that's nice. If not, I suggest you get some sleep, 'cause I don't know how much you'll be able to get after Buffy gets back and the sex-capades start."
A girl with long blond hair narrowed her eyes and glared at me suspiciously. Well, they were all pretty much suspicious, but no one else was all that open about it.
"Excuse me, but what's that…thing…doing here? Are you new?"
She had a southern accent that sent chills down my back. Not the accent, or even her tone. Just a chill, out of nowhere.
The Turok-Han whimpered and stared at her.
Hmm…long blond hair…she was in a few spoilers. Something important about her, something that I was apparently forgetting. What was her name? Something that reminded me of the Bible…the Garden of Eden…
"Eve!" I cried out excitedly.
The Potentials stared even harder. The nervous-looking one spoke.
"Th-that's kinda a strange name for a…whatever that thing is, isn't it?"
I rolled my eyes. "No, not the Turok-Han. The girl! Eve, that's your name? I've read about you."
Eve gave me an appraising look. "Right…"
I shook my head. I just couldn't remember. Probably because I watched/read too much Buffy all at once. Oh well.
"Well, I think I'll name you…" I thought hard. "…Quentin." After all, the Council had been blown up, right? No chance of confusion with the names.
The front door opened. Took her long enough.