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Mutant Enemy, and yada, yada, yada. I do however own Evan. If you want to
reprint just let me know.
Feedback would be nice on this. Just remember, I'd do it for you.
A/N: Just a little note on the time this story takes place. Since I want to keep some continuity within the Buffyverse all of the action is going to take place over a relatively short period of time, so I'm setting it after Get It Done and after that it will go A/U. There you have it no more limbo we know where we all are, only problem is that this is a butt load of characters to have to wrangle so if you see some discrepancies let me know and I will correct. With that said we now continue with our irregularly scheduled program.
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Chapter 4: Introductions
Evan stood at the rail of the balcony overlooking the dance floor and scanned the crowd. He had arrived before Xander and his friends hoping to check out the area, not wanting to be taken by surprise by anything. He disliked walking into a situation without any prior knowledge and had a few scars to show for times when he had.
Everything, however seemed fine. Well as fine as could be in town populated by more demons and vampires then Evan had ever seen in one area. The young people below him seemed oblivious to the supernatural and paranormal events that plagued their town. I guess ignorance is bliss, thought Evan, as he looked the crowd over one more time. Everything in the club seemed normal with its over priced drinks, overly loud music, and underdressed females.
He was appraising the looks of one in particular when he looked towards the door and saw Xander walk in followed by five other people. There were four women and one male. Evan watched the whole party make their way across the club to a booth with a table near the dance floor.
Now that they were closer, Evan could get a better look at the group. There was of course Xander, beside him a redhead and a brunette. Xander was talking to the redhead stopping every so often to look at the brunette who interjected something into the conversation that seemed to make them uncomfortable, especially Xander. The two blonde women were having what looked like a very heated exchange. They both had the same color hair, though one seemed younger than the other. He could all see some other similar characteristics, Must be related in some way, thought Evan. Then there was the other guy. He had platinum blonde hair and a look that said that he would have rather been anywhere here.
He was studying the blonde guy so intently that he began to feel uncomfortable, almost like someone was watching him but looking around he didn't see anything or anyone that seemed like danger. He looked back to the group and found one of the blondes staring directly at him, he thought that maybe he was wrong and that she was looking at someone else but after a moment he knew she was staring straight at him. He slowly backed away from the balcony rail and walked to the stairs. Taking a deep breath he steeled himself and started down, "I guess its time to meet the locals."
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Dawn was busy trying to convince Buffy that going to a party that Saturday night was good for her social development. Xander was in the midst of a conversation with Willow and Anya about the slayers-in-training that Giles had a agreed to look after that weekend, when he noticed Buffy seem to become distracted by something and began staring off into space, "What's the matter Buffster?"
"I just.its nothing. I felt something but its gone now," she said with a shake of her head.
"Not any baddies around is there? I mean with the exception of Deadboy, Jr. here, I thought maybe we'd have a vamp free night," Xander said not being able to pass up a shot at Spike.
Spike just ignored him and took a drag off his cigarette before following Buffy's gaze. There was nothing or nobody where she was looking, so he didn't feel any need to be alarmed. Suddenly he saw Buffy tense beside him, turning to look at her found her looking at a man coming their way. He was big, probably at least six foot four and at least a dozen and a half stone. This guy could have given The Master's boy, Thomas, a run for his money, the vampire thought to himself. Spike also began to tense knowing if the Slayer struck he would be right behind her. Instead though he watched as Xander stood up and walked over to approaching figure, shaking his hand, bringing him back over to the table.
When they arrived, all eyes were fixed on the newcomer that Xander had found, "Everyone I'd like to introduce Evan. Evan this is Willow, Anya, Buffy, and Dawn." From the other end of the table there was what sounded like a cough and a clearing of someone's throat, "And Spike," said Xander as if it were something unimportant.
"Hi," said Evan giving a nod of his head. Looking from person to person he found that each seemed to react to him in a different way. The redhead, Willow, grinned at him in a friendly way. The brunette, Anya, leered at him. The one introduced as Buffy seemed impassive and the other blonde Dawn was fixing him with a measuring stare. What got his attention though was the milk-curdling look Spike was giving him across the table. The two locked gazes for a moment before Spike finally broke it and took a drag off his cigarette.
Evan and Xander took a seat and there was an awkward silence for a moment before Willow decided they had all sat there long enough. "So Evan, are you new to Sunnydale?"
"Yeah, I moved here 'bout a month ago. This is a nice lil' town you guys got here by the way," said Evan hoping they believed him.
The whole group shared a small mysterious laugh. While Evan gave them a look of confusion he knew that he'd succeeded, "What's funny?" he said.
"Oh nothing," said Anya regaining her composure, "Xander said you two work together; he's never said anything about you before."
"Well I jus' started and I kinda keep to myself but me and Xander kind of met today and hit it off pretty well," now it was Evan's turn to grin.
Anya gave Xander a look, "Evan helped me out of a bad situation today and we got to talking and that's why he's here."
Spike snorted, "Bad situation, huh? What happened Chubs, forget your lunch?"
Xander was staring daggers at a grinning Spike and looked like he was about to say something until Evan piped in, "Not exactly. Xander here tripped today and I caught him before he hit the ground."
Anya gave out an exasperated breath, "That's nothing, unusual Xander trips and falls all the time. If you knew the number of concussions he's had, you would be amazed he was still alive. And where's a server at I'm thirsty," she said looking around the club.
Having a horrified look on his face Xander was about to defend himself until Evan jumped in again, "Well probably because we were about three stories up at the time and I didn't really want to see my boss's head bust open like a watermelon on concrete."
Everyone stared at Evan for a moment before turning his or her attention to Xander. Xander quickly stood up, "Hey, I'm going to go to the bar and check on getting a server over here." He hurried away before anyone could say anything. Everyone's attention focused back on Evan.
This time Buffy took it upon herself to break the silence, "So uh, Evan judging by your accent, you're not from California are you?"
"Accent? What accent?" said Evan with a horrified look. For a moment Buffy thought she had offended him, until he gave her a lopsided grin. "Nah, I'm from Alabama. Actually that's jus' where I was raised. I don' think I've been back home in at least three years. Been doin' a lot travlin' here and there."
He stopped and looked up listening to the music that the DJ was playing on the club's sound system. Glancing over at Willow for a second he gave another grin, "I really like this song, wanna' dance?" Willow looked at him for a second as if not knowing what to say, then with a nod he took her hand and they both left the table walking to the dance floor.
Dawn watched them leave then finally spoke out, "Does anyone else think there's something weird about that guy, and I'm not talking about the way he talked?"
"Yeah, but he has a nice butt," said Anya with a grin.
"If you ask me we need to keep an eye on Hayseed, I'm not gettin' a good feelin' about'em," said Spike looking out to the dance floor.
Buffy looked like she was about to make a comment but before she had a chance to say anything she got a distant look in her eyes. "Guys we've got some problems."
Dawn looked at her sister, "What kind of problems?"
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On the dance floor Evan was doing his best to keep up with Willow. His dancing skills were nothing compared to hers and he said so several times. Willow just grinned and kept dancing.
It felt nice to have someone pay attention to her. She had been hurting all week since the incident with the shadow puppets and Kennedy had distanced herself from her. Evan had an easy smile and seemed to have a playful spirit but Willow saw something else when she looked into his blue eyes. Something like.sadness. It was like his large grin never got to his eyes and was all a mask. There was something else about him, something familiar.
She also began to notice that the longer they danced the better he got but also the closer he got to her. Willow was not sure how she felt about him yet but she thought he was kind of cute.for a guy that is. She closed her eyes and let the beat of the music move her, letting it move her body.
Willow opened her eyes and found Evan staring into her's and she gave him a small grin. Evan also grinned and was about to say something but the smile left his face and he stopped dancing, beginning to look around. Willow thought this strange and was about to ask what the problem was when suddenly Evan got a strange look on his face. The look suddenly turned to anger and Evan reached into the air behind his head and pulled out a long glowing blue sword.
Willow was shocked and before she even had a chance to utter a spell of protection, give a flick of her hand, or even scream Evan was swinging the sword at her.
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And there we have it friends the latest installment. You like? How about giving a review then? I'll try to have the next chapter out sooner then this one okay. That way you're not left hanging off this cliff for too long.
Feedback would be nice on this. Just remember, I'd do it for you.
A/N: Just a little note on the time this story takes place. Since I want to keep some continuity within the Buffyverse all of the action is going to take place over a relatively short period of time, so I'm setting it after Get It Done and after that it will go A/U. There you have it no more limbo we know where we all are, only problem is that this is a butt load of characters to have to wrangle so if you see some discrepancies let me know and I will correct. With that said we now continue with our irregularly scheduled program.
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Chapter 4: Introductions
Evan stood at the rail of the balcony overlooking the dance floor and scanned the crowd. He had arrived before Xander and his friends hoping to check out the area, not wanting to be taken by surprise by anything. He disliked walking into a situation without any prior knowledge and had a few scars to show for times when he had.
Everything, however seemed fine. Well as fine as could be in town populated by more demons and vampires then Evan had ever seen in one area. The young people below him seemed oblivious to the supernatural and paranormal events that plagued their town. I guess ignorance is bliss, thought Evan, as he looked the crowd over one more time. Everything in the club seemed normal with its over priced drinks, overly loud music, and underdressed females.
He was appraising the looks of one in particular when he looked towards the door and saw Xander walk in followed by five other people. There were four women and one male. Evan watched the whole party make their way across the club to a booth with a table near the dance floor.
Now that they were closer, Evan could get a better look at the group. There was of course Xander, beside him a redhead and a brunette. Xander was talking to the redhead stopping every so often to look at the brunette who interjected something into the conversation that seemed to make them uncomfortable, especially Xander. The two blonde women were having what looked like a very heated exchange. They both had the same color hair, though one seemed younger than the other. He could all see some other similar characteristics, Must be related in some way, thought Evan. Then there was the other guy. He had platinum blonde hair and a look that said that he would have rather been anywhere here.
He was studying the blonde guy so intently that he began to feel uncomfortable, almost like someone was watching him but looking around he didn't see anything or anyone that seemed like danger. He looked back to the group and found one of the blondes staring directly at him, he thought that maybe he was wrong and that she was looking at someone else but after a moment he knew she was staring straight at him. He slowly backed away from the balcony rail and walked to the stairs. Taking a deep breath he steeled himself and started down, "I guess its time to meet the locals."
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Dawn was busy trying to convince Buffy that going to a party that Saturday night was good for her social development. Xander was in the midst of a conversation with Willow and Anya about the slayers-in-training that Giles had a agreed to look after that weekend, when he noticed Buffy seem to become distracted by something and began staring off into space, "What's the matter Buffster?"
"I just.its nothing. I felt something but its gone now," she said with a shake of her head.
"Not any baddies around is there? I mean with the exception of Deadboy, Jr. here, I thought maybe we'd have a vamp free night," Xander said not being able to pass up a shot at Spike.
Spike just ignored him and took a drag off his cigarette before following Buffy's gaze. There was nothing or nobody where she was looking, so he didn't feel any need to be alarmed. Suddenly he saw Buffy tense beside him, turning to look at her found her looking at a man coming their way. He was big, probably at least six foot four and at least a dozen and a half stone. This guy could have given The Master's boy, Thomas, a run for his money, the vampire thought to himself. Spike also began to tense knowing if the Slayer struck he would be right behind her. Instead though he watched as Xander stood up and walked over to approaching figure, shaking his hand, bringing him back over to the table.
When they arrived, all eyes were fixed on the newcomer that Xander had found, "Everyone I'd like to introduce Evan. Evan this is Willow, Anya, Buffy, and Dawn." From the other end of the table there was what sounded like a cough and a clearing of someone's throat, "And Spike," said Xander as if it were something unimportant.
"Hi," said Evan giving a nod of his head. Looking from person to person he found that each seemed to react to him in a different way. The redhead, Willow, grinned at him in a friendly way. The brunette, Anya, leered at him. The one introduced as Buffy seemed impassive and the other blonde Dawn was fixing him with a measuring stare. What got his attention though was the milk-curdling look Spike was giving him across the table. The two locked gazes for a moment before Spike finally broke it and took a drag off his cigarette.
Evan and Xander took a seat and there was an awkward silence for a moment before Willow decided they had all sat there long enough. "So Evan, are you new to Sunnydale?"
"Yeah, I moved here 'bout a month ago. This is a nice lil' town you guys got here by the way," said Evan hoping they believed him.
The whole group shared a small mysterious laugh. While Evan gave them a look of confusion he knew that he'd succeeded, "What's funny?" he said.
"Oh nothing," said Anya regaining her composure, "Xander said you two work together; he's never said anything about you before."
"Well I jus' started and I kinda keep to myself but me and Xander kind of met today and hit it off pretty well," now it was Evan's turn to grin.
Anya gave Xander a look, "Evan helped me out of a bad situation today and we got to talking and that's why he's here."
Spike snorted, "Bad situation, huh? What happened Chubs, forget your lunch?"
Xander was staring daggers at a grinning Spike and looked like he was about to say something until Evan piped in, "Not exactly. Xander here tripped today and I caught him before he hit the ground."
Anya gave out an exasperated breath, "That's nothing, unusual Xander trips and falls all the time. If you knew the number of concussions he's had, you would be amazed he was still alive. And where's a server at I'm thirsty," she said looking around the club.
Having a horrified look on his face Xander was about to defend himself until Evan jumped in again, "Well probably because we were about three stories up at the time and I didn't really want to see my boss's head bust open like a watermelon on concrete."
Everyone stared at Evan for a moment before turning his or her attention to Xander. Xander quickly stood up, "Hey, I'm going to go to the bar and check on getting a server over here." He hurried away before anyone could say anything. Everyone's attention focused back on Evan.
This time Buffy took it upon herself to break the silence, "So uh, Evan judging by your accent, you're not from California are you?"
"Accent? What accent?" said Evan with a horrified look. For a moment Buffy thought she had offended him, until he gave her a lopsided grin. "Nah, I'm from Alabama. Actually that's jus' where I was raised. I don' think I've been back home in at least three years. Been doin' a lot travlin' here and there."
He stopped and looked up listening to the music that the DJ was playing on the club's sound system. Glancing over at Willow for a second he gave another grin, "I really like this song, wanna' dance?" Willow looked at him for a second as if not knowing what to say, then with a nod he took her hand and they both left the table walking to the dance floor.
Dawn watched them leave then finally spoke out, "Does anyone else think there's something weird about that guy, and I'm not talking about the way he talked?"
"Yeah, but he has a nice butt," said Anya with a grin.
"If you ask me we need to keep an eye on Hayseed, I'm not gettin' a good feelin' about'em," said Spike looking out to the dance floor.
Buffy looked like she was about to make a comment but before she had a chance to say anything she got a distant look in her eyes. "Guys we've got some problems."
Dawn looked at her sister, "What kind of problems?"
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On the dance floor Evan was doing his best to keep up with Willow. His dancing skills were nothing compared to hers and he said so several times. Willow just grinned and kept dancing.
It felt nice to have someone pay attention to her. She had been hurting all week since the incident with the shadow puppets and Kennedy had distanced herself from her. Evan had an easy smile and seemed to have a playful spirit but Willow saw something else when she looked into his blue eyes. Something like.sadness. It was like his large grin never got to his eyes and was all a mask. There was something else about him, something familiar.
She also began to notice that the longer they danced the better he got but also the closer he got to her. Willow was not sure how she felt about him yet but she thought he was kind of cute.for a guy that is. She closed her eyes and let the beat of the music move her, letting it move her body.
Willow opened her eyes and found Evan staring into her's and she gave him a small grin. Evan also grinned and was about to say something but the smile left his face and he stopped dancing, beginning to look around. Willow thought this strange and was about to ask what the problem was when suddenly Evan got a strange look on his face. The look suddenly turned to anger and Evan reached into the air behind his head and pulled out a long glowing blue sword.
Willow was shocked and before she even had a chance to utter a spell of protection, give a flick of her hand, or even scream Evan was swinging the sword at her.
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And there we have it friends the latest installment. You like? How about giving a review then? I'll try to have the next chapter out sooner then this one okay. That way you're not left hanging off this cliff for too long.