Authors Note: I am so sorry that this took so long and I have so many
excuses that I won't write any of them down. Thank all of you that reviewed
and I hope you like this. It will probably have a lot of errors in it and
I'm sorry but I had to do this in a hurry.
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"Demon trouble?" Giles' worry was obvious as he spoke.
Willow began the story that had brought her to Giles' house, "With Buffy here and everything," the tone in her voice as she spoke Buffy's name was enough to display the fact the she was still in shock, "I completely forgot the fact that Spike showed up on my door step just after sunrise bruised, bleeding, and about to be a crispy critter."
"Is he alright?" Giles interrupted, his voice filled with concern for the platinum vampire. Although Spikes past with the group included kidnap and murder he had, over the past sixteen years, somehow become an integral part of the team. After the Initiative had given him a chip, he had joined the group to "get his daily dose of violence" but after Buffy's death he, surprisingly, took over the role as Slayer. His chip had long since stopped zapping him every time he tried to hurt a human, but for reasons unknown he continued to fight for the good guys. He had long ago gained everyone's trust. Xander and Spike, much to everyone's surprise, especially theirs, had become good friends.
"He'll be brand new tomorrow, but he took a pretty serious beating. He had a semi-deep slice in the ribs and was pissed because they ripped his new leather pants," Willow explained with a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips.
"Who," Giles questioned, taking off his glasses and cleaning them, "exactly, is 'they?'"
"Hun?" Willow asked confused, "Ohh!" she exclaimed as soon as she understood his question. She shook her head, sending her bright red hair dancing back and forth, she couldn't believe it had taken her this long to get to her point, "last night Spike was out patrolling as usual when he came across three vamps and two bluish red demons that were having something that resembled a meeting. Seeing how that's not of the norm, Spike tried to get closer. All he overheard before they noticed him and attacked was one of the vamp's referred to someone as 'Master.' Which is never a good thing, right?"
Well, yes I would have to agree with you," Giles stated, all ready grabbing one of his ancient volumes, "Spike killed them, I suppose?"
"Yeah. He tried to get information out of one of the vampires but he said it wasn't cooperating so he had to dust it."
"Understandable," Giles replied his concentration already focused on the book he held in his hands.
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Buffy's eyes anxiously glanced her new room. The walls were bare and it was filled with bland brown boxes marked "fragile" and "this way up." She had to clear a path just so she could pace, which was what she had been doing since the sun set. She had yet to unpack anything but the essentials: enough clothes to last a few days, Mr. Gordo, the comfiture and sheets, an alarm clock for school tomorrow. And, of course, a bag full of weapons which she now had slung around her shoulder. She was dressed completely in black in something that resembled her old patrol wear.
From the very moment she had passed through the city limit's the urge to go out and hunt had been almost unbearable and now that the sun had set it was impossible to ignore. There had been times in the past sixteen years, when the need to slay had come over her, sometimes is was strong enough to make her body shack and cause her to break out in a cold sweat, but it had always past and she had always been able to control it. She could tell this was nothing like that. Her body refused to stay still no matter how hard she tried and the blood in her veins was boiling with the need to hunt, to fight, to kill. She was scared by how much she needed it.
Buffy had long past given in to it, but she refused to leave before April was asleep. It was ten thirty and she was about to burst when she decided that she could no longer hear movement in April's room. Buffy was surprised at how much she was looking forward to patrol. Although she had not done it in sixteen years, as soon as she reached the streets she faded into the shadows as if she had done it only yesterday. Her footsteps didn't create the slightest noise as she made her way to her familiar patrol grounds.
"It's like ridding a bike," she muttered to herself with a quiet laugh.
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April sighed as she listened to her mother pacing in the room next to hers. 'Isn't she ever going to go to sleep?' April questioned herself.
She collapsed on to her new bed and glanced at the bed side clock, it was almost ten thirty. The sun had been down for a good three hours by now. Three hours in which no telling how many innocent people had died or been injured because April hadn't been there.
A month before her move to Sunnydale a strange British man she had never met before had come to her and explained how she was the Vampire Slayer for this generation. At first she hadn't believed him. Vampires weren't real, they were things made in Hollywood studios. She had of course thought he was mental and started calling for help. That's when he started talking about her dreams, nightmares really. She had been having horrible nightmare's lately that he couldn't possibly know about. After much more persuasion she had agreed to go with him to a graveyard latter that night. It was their that she had seen and staked her first vampire and discovered her superhuman strength. Even Christopher, who had told her he was her watcher, was shocked at how fast and skillfully she had moved.
When April had latter told Christopher that she and her mother were moving to a small town called Sunnydale, he had thrown a fit. He explained to her how she had to leave her mother and stay with him to train in Oakplace, how it was her responsibility to save the world and she didn't have the luxury of moving anywhere she wanted at any time. That was, of course, before he discovered that Sunnydale was situated onto of the Hellmouth. He then went on to lecture her on the Spanish and their settlement there and how they had aptly named it 'Boca del Inferno.' She didn't remember most of it though because she was having a very vivid daydream that involved the newest teen idol and some whip cream. She did, however, hear the part about how Christopher would be moving to town a few weeks after her. "We don't want to be suspicious," he explained. Not that anyone would notice anything. Not that she was complaining. A couple weeks away from her watcher sounded great.
The only one that had any chance of noticing was her mother, but April had kept her new after school activities completely secrete from her mother. She never let her mother clean her bloody clothes or ketch her sneaking out and she had, luckily, not let anything slip yet. She was positive her mom had no idea what a vampire slayer was much less that her daughter was one. And she intended to keep it that way.
Christopher had told her to take nightly patrols until he got there and since she was planning on doing it anyway she hadn't, much to his surprise, argued with him.
Finally, at ten forty April was fairly sure her mother had gone to sleep. She crawled out of her bed and quietly grabbed her stakes and a crossbow and climbed out the window and down the tree that was conveniently directly outside of her window. When she reached the ground, she marveled at the fact that her mother trusted her enough to let her have a room that was so easy to sneak out of. With that thought came the now all too familiar feeling of guilt, that once again settled heavily in the bottom of her stomach.
TBC
Sorry if it sucked. Please review.
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"Demon trouble?" Giles' worry was obvious as he spoke.
Willow began the story that had brought her to Giles' house, "With Buffy here and everything," the tone in her voice as she spoke Buffy's name was enough to display the fact the she was still in shock, "I completely forgot the fact that Spike showed up on my door step just after sunrise bruised, bleeding, and about to be a crispy critter."
"Is he alright?" Giles interrupted, his voice filled with concern for the platinum vampire. Although Spikes past with the group included kidnap and murder he had, over the past sixteen years, somehow become an integral part of the team. After the Initiative had given him a chip, he had joined the group to "get his daily dose of violence" but after Buffy's death he, surprisingly, took over the role as Slayer. His chip had long since stopped zapping him every time he tried to hurt a human, but for reasons unknown he continued to fight for the good guys. He had long ago gained everyone's trust. Xander and Spike, much to everyone's surprise, especially theirs, had become good friends.
"He'll be brand new tomorrow, but he took a pretty serious beating. He had a semi-deep slice in the ribs and was pissed because they ripped his new leather pants," Willow explained with a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips.
"Who," Giles questioned, taking off his glasses and cleaning them, "exactly, is 'they?'"
"Hun?" Willow asked confused, "Ohh!" she exclaimed as soon as she understood his question. She shook her head, sending her bright red hair dancing back and forth, she couldn't believe it had taken her this long to get to her point, "last night Spike was out patrolling as usual when he came across three vamps and two bluish red demons that were having something that resembled a meeting. Seeing how that's not of the norm, Spike tried to get closer. All he overheard before they noticed him and attacked was one of the vamp's referred to someone as 'Master.' Which is never a good thing, right?"
Well, yes I would have to agree with you," Giles stated, all ready grabbing one of his ancient volumes, "Spike killed them, I suppose?"
"Yeah. He tried to get information out of one of the vampires but he said it wasn't cooperating so he had to dust it."
"Understandable," Giles replied his concentration already focused on the book he held in his hands.
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Buffy's eyes anxiously glanced her new room. The walls were bare and it was filled with bland brown boxes marked "fragile" and "this way up." She had to clear a path just so she could pace, which was what she had been doing since the sun set. She had yet to unpack anything but the essentials: enough clothes to last a few days, Mr. Gordo, the comfiture and sheets, an alarm clock for school tomorrow. And, of course, a bag full of weapons which she now had slung around her shoulder. She was dressed completely in black in something that resembled her old patrol wear.
From the very moment she had passed through the city limit's the urge to go out and hunt had been almost unbearable and now that the sun had set it was impossible to ignore. There had been times in the past sixteen years, when the need to slay had come over her, sometimes is was strong enough to make her body shack and cause her to break out in a cold sweat, but it had always past and she had always been able to control it. She could tell this was nothing like that. Her body refused to stay still no matter how hard she tried and the blood in her veins was boiling with the need to hunt, to fight, to kill. She was scared by how much she needed it.
Buffy had long past given in to it, but she refused to leave before April was asleep. It was ten thirty and she was about to burst when she decided that she could no longer hear movement in April's room. Buffy was surprised at how much she was looking forward to patrol. Although she had not done it in sixteen years, as soon as she reached the streets she faded into the shadows as if she had done it only yesterday. Her footsteps didn't create the slightest noise as she made her way to her familiar patrol grounds.
"It's like ridding a bike," she muttered to herself with a quiet laugh.
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April sighed as she listened to her mother pacing in the room next to hers. 'Isn't she ever going to go to sleep?' April questioned herself.
She collapsed on to her new bed and glanced at the bed side clock, it was almost ten thirty. The sun had been down for a good three hours by now. Three hours in which no telling how many innocent people had died or been injured because April hadn't been there.
A month before her move to Sunnydale a strange British man she had never met before had come to her and explained how she was the Vampire Slayer for this generation. At first she hadn't believed him. Vampires weren't real, they were things made in Hollywood studios. She had of course thought he was mental and started calling for help. That's when he started talking about her dreams, nightmares really. She had been having horrible nightmare's lately that he couldn't possibly know about. After much more persuasion she had agreed to go with him to a graveyard latter that night. It was their that she had seen and staked her first vampire and discovered her superhuman strength. Even Christopher, who had told her he was her watcher, was shocked at how fast and skillfully she had moved.
When April had latter told Christopher that she and her mother were moving to a small town called Sunnydale, he had thrown a fit. He explained to her how she had to leave her mother and stay with him to train in Oakplace, how it was her responsibility to save the world and she didn't have the luxury of moving anywhere she wanted at any time. That was, of course, before he discovered that Sunnydale was situated onto of the Hellmouth. He then went on to lecture her on the Spanish and their settlement there and how they had aptly named it 'Boca del Inferno.' She didn't remember most of it though because she was having a very vivid daydream that involved the newest teen idol and some whip cream. She did, however, hear the part about how Christopher would be moving to town a few weeks after her. "We don't want to be suspicious," he explained. Not that anyone would notice anything. Not that she was complaining. A couple weeks away from her watcher sounded great.
The only one that had any chance of noticing was her mother, but April had kept her new after school activities completely secrete from her mother. She never let her mother clean her bloody clothes or ketch her sneaking out and she had, luckily, not let anything slip yet. She was positive her mom had no idea what a vampire slayer was much less that her daughter was one. And she intended to keep it that way.
Christopher had told her to take nightly patrols until he got there and since she was planning on doing it anyway she hadn't, much to his surprise, argued with him.
Finally, at ten forty April was fairly sure her mother had gone to sleep. She crawled out of her bed and quietly grabbed her stakes and a crossbow and climbed out the window and down the tree that was conveniently directly outside of her window. When she reached the ground, she marveled at the fact that her mother trusted her enough to let her have a room that was so easy to sneak out of. With that thought came the now all too familiar feeling of guilt, that once again settled heavily in the bottom of her stomach.
TBC
Sorry if it sucked. Please review.