"Who could it of been?" Spike narrowed his eyes and thought back to anyone
who may have been looking suspicious.
Buffy, Anya, Spike, and Xander sat around the kitchen table discussing the neighbor's suspicion. Willow had jumped up to comfort Tara who had ran out of the room after hearing that men were seen staring in her baby's window. Dawn, who had recently arrived, had ushered the platinum blonde child upstairs with promises of playing with Superman.
"They said it was a guy, about four foot, that's it, it was to dark for them to see anymore." Buffy took a bite from the pancake on her plate.
"And they didn't call the cops, don't you usually call the cops when something like this happens?" Anya looked unsettlingly back and forth between her tablemates.
Xander rubbed his wife's arm. "Yeah, Hon, it is, but I'm sure there's a reason."
"It can't be that good, that is, if they even have one. Who wouldn't call the cops with a creepy guy climbing around on roofs?" Buffy took another bite and a sip of her milk, "I'll watch over the house tonight, I'll see if they come back."
That night, as Buffy watched over the house, Mark and Jack sat silently among the bushes. Mark shook his head, glancing up at the slayer who was sitting right inside Grace's window, "Nuh uh, no way, I'm not going up there."
"I didn't plan on it, that's the slayer, if we go up there, she'll kill us, the boss won't be pleased. We have to find a way to get her down, the time is nearing, and the boss will need the child soon. Once he has her, and the spell is complete, Sunnydale will be ours for the taking!" Jack looked up at the blonde in the window and whispered under his breath, "Say goodbye Slayer."
The two hairy-men let out evil cackles; Mark's was not at all impressive, Jack's however, could have made even the Slayer quiver.
Buffy, Anya, Spike, and Xander sat around the kitchen table discussing the neighbor's suspicion. Willow had jumped up to comfort Tara who had ran out of the room after hearing that men were seen staring in her baby's window. Dawn, who had recently arrived, had ushered the platinum blonde child upstairs with promises of playing with Superman.
"They said it was a guy, about four foot, that's it, it was to dark for them to see anymore." Buffy took a bite from the pancake on her plate.
"And they didn't call the cops, don't you usually call the cops when something like this happens?" Anya looked unsettlingly back and forth between her tablemates.
Xander rubbed his wife's arm. "Yeah, Hon, it is, but I'm sure there's a reason."
"It can't be that good, that is, if they even have one. Who wouldn't call the cops with a creepy guy climbing around on roofs?" Buffy took another bite and a sip of her milk, "I'll watch over the house tonight, I'll see if they come back."
That night, as Buffy watched over the house, Mark and Jack sat silently among the bushes. Mark shook his head, glancing up at the slayer who was sitting right inside Grace's window, "Nuh uh, no way, I'm not going up there."
"I didn't plan on it, that's the slayer, if we go up there, she'll kill us, the boss won't be pleased. We have to find a way to get her down, the time is nearing, and the boss will need the child soon. Once he has her, and the spell is complete, Sunnydale will be ours for the taking!" Jack looked up at the blonde in the window and whispered under his breath, "Say goodbye Slayer."
The two hairy-men let out evil cackles; Mark's was not at all impressive, Jack's however, could have made even the Slayer quiver.