"Buffy, you need to train!"
"Ok. But Giles, don't you think I should patrol?"
"Well Buffy, you need to be in tip top shape to fight this new enemy."
Xander found out some important information. "Hey guys," He said, "Sir Alvin Spencer was a knight!"
Giles replied, "Yes Xander, one of the greatest!"
Buffy lost her concentration during combat training, and Giles hit her with
a right cross that sent her sprawling onto her butt. Her terror had her
shouting "You mean I have to fight a knight? My life just gets better and better!"
"Willow I need help with my Algebra!" Buffy said, exasperated, then asked, "You want to come help during patrol?"
Willow said, "Sure."
Later that night Willow and Buffy sat on a wrought iron bench on the edge of the Shady Rest Cemetery. Buffy didn't know which she was most worried about: having to stop the end of the world again, or her Algebra class.
Willow what am I going to do? I'm never going to pass Algebra!"
"Calm down, it is not that difficult."
Buffy waved her hand, gesturing Willow to silence. She whispered, "Did you
hear that Will?"
"No, I don't hear anything."
"My monster sense is all tingly, but I don't see anything. I'll be right
back. Buffy said, then went searching around the cemetery, but couldn't find anything. . "Well they're gone now. Come on, if I am not home soon mom will have a fit. Hopefully, she'll think I already went to bed." The slayer still felt that something was wrong as they left the cemetery.
Later that night at the factory, Spike was having a meeting with another vampire.
"So Al, what are you doing here in Sunnydale, mate?"
"I have a proposition for you, Spike."
"Really?" Spike crossed his arms and tipped his head." Right then, what would that be?"
"Well, I've heard that this slayer isn't so easy to kill."
"Well Al, this slayer has friends and family; those things have gotten in the way, but I'm in no hurry. I like Sunnydale."
I've never killed a slayer myself, just thought.
"What's the catch?"
"No catch!"
"Do you think I am bloody stupid?" Spike asked with anger.
"No."
"Al, what do you want?" He asked with impatience in his voice.
"To rule the Hellmouth, with you of course; with the slayer gone it could be our playground. So do we have a bargain?"
"Alright then mate. You help me kill the slayer and we'll share Sunnydale."
"Ok. But Giles, don't you think I should patrol?"
"Well Buffy, you need to be in tip top shape to fight this new enemy."
Xander found out some important information. "Hey guys," He said, "Sir Alvin Spencer was a knight!"
Giles replied, "Yes Xander, one of the greatest!"
Buffy lost her concentration during combat training, and Giles hit her with
a right cross that sent her sprawling onto her butt. Her terror had her
shouting "You mean I have to fight a knight? My life just gets better and better!"
"Willow I need help with my Algebra!" Buffy said, exasperated, then asked, "You want to come help during patrol?"
Willow said, "Sure."
Later that night Willow and Buffy sat on a wrought iron bench on the edge of the Shady Rest Cemetery. Buffy didn't know which she was most worried about: having to stop the end of the world again, or her Algebra class.
Willow what am I going to do? I'm never going to pass Algebra!"
"Calm down, it is not that difficult."
Buffy waved her hand, gesturing Willow to silence. She whispered, "Did you
hear that Will?"
"No, I don't hear anything."
"My monster sense is all tingly, but I don't see anything. I'll be right
back. Buffy said, then went searching around the cemetery, but couldn't find anything. . "Well they're gone now. Come on, if I am not home soon mom will have a fit. Hopefully, she'll think I already went to bed." The slayer still felt that something was wrong as they left the cemetery.
Later that night at the factory, Spike was having a meeting with another vampire.
"So Al, what are you doing here in Sunnydale, mate?"
"I have a proposition for you, Spike."
"Really?" Spike crossed his arms and tipped his head." Right then, what would that be?"
"Well, I've heard that this slayer isn't so easy to kill."
"Well Al, this slayer has friends and family; those things have gotten in the way, but I'm in no hurry. I like Sunnydale."
I've never killed a slayer myself, just thought.
"What's the catch?"
"No catch!"
"Do you think I am bloody stupid?" Spike asked with anger.
"No."
"Al, what do you want?" He asked with impatience in his voice.
"To rule the Hellmouth, with you of course; with the slayer gone it could be our playground. So do we have a bargain?"
"Alright then mate. You help me kill the slayer and we'll share Sunnydale."