Buffy followed.
It didn't take long to figure out where Angel's houseguest was heading. The place where she was supposed to be this very minute. As they neared Sunnydale High the school the bell rang and students rushed out of their classes to lunch like ants to a bread crust.
She followed the man as he headed towards the back of the school.
'Buffy' Willow called to her from the seat where her and Xander were sitting.
Buffy turned, startled, like a deer caught in headlights. The guy who she had been following also turned and his eyes met Buffy's. Contact. Buffy felt a chill up her spine. She wasn't getting 'evil vibes' from this guy, but she was getting good ones either.
They stood still watching each other with distrust. Buffy took a step forward and he took off, she followed. Running through the school grounds, jumping over bushes and rushing past students. He ran out of the school, she followed. They ran, this time she wouldn't give up so easily. Through the park, down side alleys and into the cemetery. Why was it she always ended up in the cemetery? She ran past a large mausoleum and stopped suddenly. It was night. Half of the cemetery was shrouded in darkness
What the Hell? Buffy could hear yelling. A man was yelling to her. She couldn't make out the words but she could hear the pain. Buffy glanced behind her, the daylight seemed so comforting, and she didn't like to remind herself of what had happened the last time she had entered an artificial night. Was this another nightmare? Confused and disorientated Buffy followed the yells.
Buffy turned a corner and the yells become louder. Buffy gasped as she saw what was happening. The man she had been chasing was kneeling on the ground, an expression of pure agony on his face. A woman, a beautiful woman was standing over him, her hand on his heart. Her face held an expression of hunger, the look of a crazed drug addict. Buffy stepped closer slowly, unsure of the situation. She stepped on a twig and the woman turned to look at her when she heard the snapping noise. Buffy froze when she saw the woman's eyes. Pure evil. The slayer felt as though she was about to vomit, she had never sensed evil and hate this strong. Buffy glanced at the man, his hand on his heart almost as if he was trying to keep it's secret contents from spilling all over the ground.
Jasper gathered all of the strength and raised his head. He had to get Buffy to save him.
'Help' he murmured as loudly as he could, but it still came out a half- whisper.
Jasper could feel himself drifting into death, his vision was blurred and all he could see was Janda's crazy eyes, and the faint smile, which twitched on her lips as she drained away his immortality.
Buffy's body went into action before her head did. She still wasn't sure if she should be rescuing this man, as she didn't know whether or not he was evil. But this woman or this thing, had to be destroyed and her slayer instincts knew it. Buffy ran at the woman, knocking her to the ground. She pulled back her arm, and punched as hard as she could, aiming at the woman's face. Buffy yelped in pain as her fist hit the ground. She jumped up in shock and frantically looked around. The woman was gone. She hadn't run away, she had simply disappeared. It was daylight once again.
Buffy walked shakily over to where the man lay unconscious on the ground. She knelt down beside him, and looked at him closely. She realised she had been wrong. He wasn't a man. He was just a boy. He looked Buffy's age. She felt his wrist and neck for a pulse, none. She tried his heart. It was beating overtime and she could feel it through his shirt, almost as it if it was trying to escape from his chest. He was alive she concluded, but the lack of pulse and her intuition told her he wasn't human.
She knew she should do something, tell someone. Get help. But she didn't think she could walk. Her entire body was in fits of hysteria. Her normally calm demon-fighting demeanour had suffered a shock when she had seen the coldness in the woman's eyes. Buffy lay down beside the boy, occasionally flinching, contemplating how to overcome the new fear which was now rooted deep within her.
It didn't take long to figure out where Angel's houseguest was heading. The place where she was supposed to be this very minute. As they neared Sunnydale High the school the bell rang and students rushed out of their classes to lunch like ants to a bread crust.
She followed the man as he headed towards the back of the school.
'Buffy' Willow called to her from the seat where her and Xander were sitting.
Buffy turned, startled, like a deer caught in headlights. The guy who she had been following also turned and his eyes met Buffy's. Contact. Buffy felt a chill up her spine. She wasn't getting 'evil vibes' from this guy, but she was getting good ones either.
They stood still watching each other with distrust. Buffy took a step forward and he took off, she followed. Running through the school grounds, jumping over bushes and rushing past students. He ran out of the school, she followed. They ran, this time she wouldn't give up so easily. Through the park, down side alleys and into the cemetery. Why was it she always ended up in the cemetery? She ran past a large mausoleum and stopped suddenly. It was night. Half of the cemetery was shrouded in darkness
What the Hell? Buffy could hear yelling. A man was yelling to her. She couldn't make out the words but she could hear the pain. Buffy glanced behind her, the daylight seemed so comforting, and she didn't like to remind herself of what had happened the last time she had entered an artificial night. Was this another nightmare? Confused and disorientated Buffy followed the yells.
Buffy turned a corner and the yells become louder. Buffy gasped as she saw what was happening. The man she had been chasing was kneeling on the ground, an expression of pure agony on his face. A woman, a beautiful woman was standing over him, her hand on his heart. Her face held an expression of hunger, the look of a crazed drug addict. Buffy stepped closer slowly, unsure of the situation. She stepped on a twig and the woman turned to look at her when she heard the snapping noise. Buffy froze when she saw the woman's eyes. Pure evil. The slayer felt as though she was about to vomit, she had never sensed evil and hate this strong. Buffy glanced at the man, his hand on his heart almost as if he was trying to keep it's secret contents from spilling all over the ground.
Jasper gathered all of the strength and raised his head. He had to get Buffy to save him.
'Help' he murmured as loudly as he could, but it still came out a half- whisper.
Jasper could feel himself drifting into death, his vision was blurred and all he could see was Janda's crazy eyes, and the faint smile, which twitched on her lips as she drained away his immortality.
Buffy's body went into action before her head did. She still wasn't sure if she should be rescuing this man, as she didn't know whether or not he was evil. But this woman or this thing, had to be destroyed and her slayer instincts knew it. Buffy ran at the woman, knocking her to the ground. She pulled back her arm, and punched as hard as she could, aiming at the woman's face. Buffy yelped in pain as her fist hit the ground. She jumped up in shock and frantically looked around. The woman was gone. She hadn't run away, she had simply disappeared. It was daylight once again.
Buffy walked shakily over to where the man lay unconscious on the ground. She knelt down beside him, and looked at him closely. She realised she had been wrong. He wasn't a man. He was just a boy. He looked Buffy's age. She felt his wrist and neck for a pulse, none. She tried his heart. It was beating overtime and she could feel it through his shirt, almost as it if it was trying to escape from his chest. He was alive she concluded, but the lack of pulse and her intuition told her he wasn't human.
She knew she should do something, tell someone. Get help. But she didn't think she could walk. Her entire body was in fits of hysteria. Her normally calm demon-fighting demeanour had suffered a shock when she had seen the coldness in the woman's eyes. Buffy lay down beside the boy, occasionally flinching, contemplating how to overcome the new fear which was now rooted deep within her.
