"Buffy!" Gunn called, hurrying down the corridor to where Buffy was standing with her locker open.
"Please, please tell me you did the history homework." He said, looking slightly desperate.
"I did the history homework." She rolled her eyes, "Don't tell me, you didn't do it and you were told last lesson if you didn't do it you were dead, and now you want to copy mine."
He shrugged, "You've known me a month and you know me so well." He laughed. She handed him a blue book.
"I love you forever." Gunn grinned and gave her a hug.
"Hey, hands off mate, she's mine." Angel growled coming up behind Buffy and slipped his arms around her small waist.
Buffy giggled, "Have you done the homework Angel?" she asked.
"Homework? What homework?" Angel asked.
"You can borrow it after me." Gunn said with a chuckle.
The three slowly made there way to the homeroom, Angel walking behind Buffy, with his arms still wrapped around her, causing them to go slower. Angel nuzzled his face on her neck and kissed her gently.
"Quit it you two." Gunn complained.
The corridors were oddly empty, due to a school trip for all the lower years. A few groups milled around.
Angel and Buffy stopped for a second. It was usual practice for someone to be in conversation with them, and they suddenly disappear, only to find you had left them behind, kissing. They had been dating 'officially' for a month now, which was Angel's longest ever girlfriend.
Gunn went ahead, the door to there home room was closed. He frowned, it was never closed. He pushed it opened it slowly. A horrible stench met him, and he immediately gagged.
Angel and Buffy pulled apart and came to see what was wrong.
Mrs Walsh was lying on the floor in front of the blackboard. There was a dark red gash across her throat. Crimson blood stained her white blouse. Across the chalky wall, was written 'Found you' in her blood. She must have been there at the very least all night, due to the smell.
"Oh god." Angel said under his breath.
Buffy let out a choked sob. "Giles!" she cried and let go of Angel who she had gripped for support. She ran down the corridor at top speed, knocking a few students out the way. She got to the library and burst in. Giles was standing holding a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. He had a puzzled look on his face as if he was trying to work something out.
"Giles!" she practically screamed. "I thought you would be dead." She flew across the room and knocked the tea out of his hand as she flung her arms around him. She sobbed onto his shoulder.
"What's wrong?" he asked, hugging her back. She was obviously too upset to answer and just rubbed her back instead.
A few minutes later Angel came through the door. "Have you seen B…" he stopped when he saw her.
"What happened?" Giles asked again.
Angel was white and he was shaking. "We went to the home room, and…and she was dead."
Giles gently sat Buffy down. "Take a seat." He said to Angel, pouring three cups of tea out. "Drink this, it will calm you down." He said, and pushed it towards Angel.
"Who died?" Giles asked gently.
"Mrs Walsh." Angel replied.
The door opened again and Gunn came in. "The police are on there way. Snyder's in his prime, bustling about, yelling at different students." He said.
Angel nodded dumbly. Suddenly his head snapped up, "Where are the others?" he asked.
"Xander and Anya are playing hooky today. Willow and Tara were in the computer room. I've seen them, they were both really upset. Mrs Walsh was there favourite teacher. I haven't seen Oz. I'll go look for him now." Gunn left again.
"Another cup of tea?" Giles asked Angel, pointing to his empty cup. Buffy's remained untouched, as she gazed into space. Her tears had dried, and she now just looked extremely pale.
Angel shook his head and slid across the table. "Buffy?" he said gently. No response.
"Leave her." Giles commanded.
"But…she's in shock or something. She needs a doctor." Angel protested.
"And another thing, it said 'Found you' in blood on one of the walls." Angel said.
"Oh bloody hell." Giles said. He took off his glasses and polished them, before picking up the telephone.
He dialed a number and waiting for a few seconds.
"They know where she is." he simply said, before hanging up.
"Who has? What are you talking about?" Angel asked.
Buffy suddenly jumped up, "Ryan, Laura." She cried.
"I'll call them." Giles said, picking up the phone again.
He turned back to Buffy, but she had gone.
"Where did she go?" he snapped to Angel.
Angel turned is surprise. "I'll go look for her
