Title: A helping hand
Author: Blaze
E-mail: [cordy2k@aol.com]
Summary: Some one comes to town for the purpose of helping defeat some assassins but ends up doing other things as well. B/Aus
Spoilers: Season 7 especially chosen. And season 2.
Disclaimer: I own the plot, not the characters or anything else from the T.V series. So please don't sue I spent all my money on cons.
Distribution: If you want it just ask. People who already have my stories are welcome to it. My Site: www.blazessite.homestead.com
Date Completed: 30th May
Feed back: Please, I crave it and will make me write faster. Ideas are also very welcome.
Authors note: "Haunted" - By Evansence is a brilliant song and if you have it listen to it when it's in the fic. I wrote the scene while listening to it. This has been in my head for age's and yesterday I just started typing and here it is but it's turning out nothing how I though it would.
Author's note 2: it's been so long since I wrote a fic so I hope you guys enjoy it J. I 've not had it beta read so all mistakes are mine J but when It goes on my site it will be Fully spell checked and grammatically corrected.
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The cemetery was eerily quieter than usual. Normally there could be bird sounds heard in the darkness. The lull was disrupted for an instant as a crackling hum sounded next to the Sanderson crypt, it was followed by a whirl of green and blue light. The light grew bigger and a black centre appeared the glow became the size of the door and the black ness became white.
A woman stepped out wearing black leather pants and a fitting black t-shirt covered by a floor length leather coat, her raven hair tied into a secure ponytail with long fringe covering her face. She shivered but shuck it off, the woman turned to the portal and waved her hand over it.
"Close," she ordered and the light dimmed and shrunk leaving a silver coin to fall to the ground and the woman picked it up.
"Huh, Fifteen minutes," she spoke and smiled. "Not bad for that distance."
Her eyes looked in to the darkness expanding her senses, her eye lids closed and the dark make up surrounding her eyes made her look dangerous and the blood red lip stick accented that fact.
She started walking until she reached "the bad side of town" and looked around for the bronze, the only club in Sunnydale. There was a bouncer on the door so scaled the building and snuck in through the side window. It was exactly the way she remembered it, down to the wallpaper colour and the people dancing. A boy around sixteen bumped into her and looked her up and down and opened his mouth to speak.
"Don't even," she whispered but loud enough for him to hear and rolled her eyes at him.
At thirty she still looked good, but being pestered in clubs by teenage boys wasn't as flattering as you may think.
Dismissing the incident she walked up the stairs and on to the balcony looking over it for the person she's come here to find. It wasn't that hard to spot the blond sitting in the corner with two people a male and a female.
She looked at her watch and it was two hours until closing, as she did this the blond at the table also checked the time. She smiled at her friends and started to leave the building with them, walking them home before she would patrol.
The three teenagers had gone so she pulled her hair from her bobble and walked on to the dance floor letting her self go and swaying to the music. She pushed off any advances from the male sex and enjoyed her self.
At eleven she left the building and made her way over to revello drive and climbed the tree next to one house and looked through the window. She watched as the blonde moved about in her room and when she left to get changed the dark haired woman climbed trough the window. She rested comfortable on the bed and took a magazine off the side and flipped through it. Ten minutes later she looked up to see the blonde standing in the doorway.
"Buffy," the dark haired woman greeted. "I think we need to talk."
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To be continued -- please send feedback -- cordy2k@aol.com
Author: Blaze
E-mail: [cordy2k@aol.com]
Summary: Some one comes to town for the purpose of helping defeat some assassins but ends up doing other things as well. B/Aus
Spoilers: Season 7 especially chosen. And season 2.
Disclaimer: I own the plot, not the characters or anything else from the T.V series. So please don't sue I spent all my money on cons.
Distribution: If you want it just ask. People who already have my stories are welcome to it. My Site: www.blazessite.homestead.com
Date Completed: 30th May
Feed back: Please, I crave it and will make me write faster. Ideas are also very welcome.
Authors note: "Haunted" - By Evansence is a brilliant song and if you have it listen to it when it's in the fic. I wrote the scene while listening to it. This has been in my head for age's and yesterday I just started typing and here it is but it's turning out nothing how I though it would.
Author's note 2: it's been so long since I wrote a fic so I hope you guys enjoy it J. I 've not had it beta read so all mistakes are mine J but when It goes on my site it will be Fully spell checked and grammatically corrected.
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The cemetery was eerily quieter than usual. Normally there could be bird sounds heard in the darkness. The lull was disrupted for an instant as a crackling hum sounded next to the Sanderson crypt, it was followed by a whirl of green and blue light. The light grew bigger and a black centre appeared the glow became the size of the door and the black ness became white.
A woman stepped out wearing black leather pants and a fitting black t-shirt covered by a floor length leather coat, her raven hair tied into a secure ponytail with long fringe covering her face. She shivered but shuck it off, the woman turned to the portal and waved her hand over it.
"Close," she ordered and the light dimmed and shrunk leaving a silver coin to fall to the ground and the woman picked it up.
"Huh, Fifteen minutes," she spoke and smiled. "Not bad for that distance."
Her eyes looked in to the darkness expanding her senses, her eye lids closed and the dark make up surrounding her eyes made her look dangerous and the blood red lip stick accented that fact.
She started walking until she reached "the bad side of town" and looked around for the bronze, the only club in Sunnydale. There was a bouncer on the door so scaled the building and snuck in through the side window. It was exactly the way she remembered it, down to the wallpaper colour and the people dancing. A boy around sixteen bumped into her and looked her up and down and opened his mouth to speak.
"Don't even," she whispered but loud enough for him to hear and rolled her eyes at him.
At thirty she still looked good, but being pestered in clubs by teenage boys wasn't as flattering as you may think.
Dismissing the incident she walked up the stairs and on to the balcony looking over it for the person she's come here to find. It wasn't that hard to spot the blond sitting in the corner with two people a male and a female.
She looked at her watch and it was two hours until closing, as she did this the blond at the table also checked the time. She smiled at her friends and started to leave the building with them, walking them home before she would patrol.
The three teenagers had gone so she pulled her hair from her bobble and walked on to the dance floor letting her self go and swaying to the music. She pushed off any advances from the male sex and enjoyed her self.
At eleven she left the building and made her way over to revello drive and climbed the tree next to one house and looked through the window. She watched as the blonde moved about in her room and when she left to get changed the dark haired woman climbed trough the window. She rested comfortable on the bed and took a magazine off the side and flipped through it. Ten minutes later she looked up to see the blonde standing in the doorway.
"Buffy," the dark haired woman greeted. "I think we need to talk."
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To be continued -- please send feedback -- cordy2k@aol.com
