Short chapter for Mina. Back to Casa Summer now chidlins. No need to thank
me for being illegitimately addicted to writing. Blame Simple Plan for
this. Thought I better give some of the other characters some play. You
sure have a dirty mind.
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Xander sat on the sofa in the Summers' lounge room. His obvious sulking facial expression left nothing to the imagination. He was pissed off.
Anya bounced in, smiling from ear to ear with her usual vacant look adorning her face. When her eyes drifted over Xander's pathetic slump she trundles over to him and snuggles down into his chest. "What's wrong beady eyes?"
"Beady.? I won't even ask."
"No don't. Memories of the theories blow my mind."
"Mind?"
"Ok, not mind."
"Thank you."
"So what's wrong?" She pursued, laying her hand lightly on his cheek.
"More evils. I just want it to go away. Dammit."
"Awww." Anya looked up as Buffy stormed through the lounge and screamed out.
"GILES!" Buffy paced her way into the dining room.
"Yes?" Giles snapped form the table. He was surrounded in open books and scraps of parchment.
"How do we kill it? Just let me kill it and then we can let the band go and Faith wouldn't be all over the drummer in my bedroom." Buffy sat down next to Giles, slumping over with a sigh. "I'm just sick of having to save the world. I hate the world anyway. Can't it just die already?"
"You know, you have the calling. You alone have the responsibility." Giles removed his glasses and placed them down gently on the table. He laid his hand softly on Buffy's arm.
"I'm not alone. I have Faith. In two ways." Nodding her head slowly, Buffy stood abruptly. "And we've done it before. What can be so bad about our worst fear?"
Buffy turned from Giles and walked quickly out the front door. She didn't know where she was going, but she needed to get out of the house. It was home to so many memories of things she'd said and done in the past, people she didn't want to have to remember, and some she did.
"You're about to answer your own question." A familiar voice stated with a chilling malice from behind her. Buffy turned swiftly and stared into her own cold, soulless eyes.
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Xander sat on the sofa in the Summers' lounge room. His obvious sulking facial expression left nothing to the imagination. He was pissed off.
Anya bounced in, smiling from ear to ear with her usual vacant look adorning her face. When her eyes drifted over Xander's pathetic slump she trundles over to him and snuggles down into his chest. "What's wrong beady eyes?"
"Beady.? I won't even ask."
"No don't. Memories of the theories blow my mind."
"Mind?"
"Ok, not mind."
"Thank you."
"So what's wrong?" She pursued, laying her hand lightly on his cheek.
"More evils. I just want it to go away. Dammit."
"Awww." Anya looked up as Buffy stormed through the lounge and screamed out.
"GILES!" Buffy paced her way into the dining room.
"Yes?" Giles snapped form the table. He was surrounded in open books and scraps of parchment.
"How do we kill it? Just let me kill it and then we can let the band go and Faith wouldn't be all over the drummer in my bedroom." Buffy sat down next to Giles, slumping over with a sigh. "I'm just sick of having to save the world. I hate the world anyway. Can't it just die already?"
"You know, you have the calling. You alone have the responsibility." Giles removed his glasses and placed them down gently on the table. He laid his hand softly on Buffy's arm.
"I'm not alone. I have Faith. In two ways." Nodding her head slowly, Buffy stood abruptly. "And we've done it before. What can be so bad about our worst fear?"
Buffy turned from Giles and walked quickly out the front door. She didn't know where she was going, but she needed to get out of the house. It was home to so many memories of things she'd said and done in the past, people she didn't want to have to remember, and some she did.
"You're about to answer your own question." A familiar voice stated with a chilling malice from behind her. Buffy turned swiftly and stared into her own cold, soulless eyes.