Part 10
Hannah didn't see the big deal about the town of Sunnydale. It just seemed like a nice, typical Californian small town. She couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.
Yet this town was supposed to be on a Hellmouth, a centre of mystical power, hidden somewhere in the town was supposed to be an opening to Hell itself. Or something along those lines. Hannah wasn't sure she believed the whole 'on the mouth of hell' thing.
"So how are we going to go about finding Grace?"
They had checked into a local motel, paid in cash and put false names in the register. Thierry thought she was on her way to England. She couldn't have some of his agents running back to him and getting in her way. Oh, she knew he had people of his own out looking for Grace, but wasn't entirely sure how he really felt about her, or how he intended to handle her. It was Hannah's hope that she could find Grace first and talk to her, convince her they really were the good guys.
"My best check is the local high school," Martha answered. "My - I don't feel like doing magic just yet. Something about this place - " Martha shook her head as she unpacked her suitcase.
Hannah stared at her in utter disbelief. "Why?" A witch who didn't want to do magic? It made absolutely no sense what so ever. What was she missing here?
Martha shrugged uncomfortably. "I just don't."
Hannah shook her head, setting up her laptop and Internet connection. She found a website for the high school, the old Sunnydale High had been blown up so all the kids had to be moved somewhere else while it was being rebuilt. She found a map, and stuff on what classes were available and extra curricular activities and the like, but nothing really useful. Hannah wasn't a hacker in any form, and couldn't get anything more.
She knew some witches who were able to use magic to get information from the Internet, but since Martha didn't want to use her power at the moment, that was obviously going to be a problem.
"What is it about this place that makes you not want to use magic?" Hannah pressed, putting her computer away.
Martha dumped a pile of books on her bed. "The whole Hellmouth thing. I'm afraid the energies will be more powerful than I'm used to and something will go wrong. It's hard to explain."
"I'm getting that," Hannah said with a sigh. "I'm *not* getting this Hellmouth thing."
Martha smiled dryly. "It's not our thing. They have a Slayer to fight their battles."
"We have vampire slayers too," Hannah pointed out, immediately thinking of Rashel and Quinn.
"Not like ours. This one was Chosen, part of a long legacy. Ours became Hunters by choice and trained themselves. A Slayer gets super strength. I'm not too sure on the details. But if anyone can help us find Grace, she can." Martha paused. "Providing she doesn't mistake her for a demon and kill her."
"Then we need to make sure that doesn't happen."
Martha nodded in agreement. She checked her watch. "Want to go look around now?"
Hannah nodded. "The sooner we start the search and find Grace before the bad guys do the better."
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Hannah didn't see the big deal about the town of Sunnydale. It just seemed like a nice, typical Californian small town. She couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.
Yet this town was supposed to be on a Hellmouth, a centre of mystical power, hidden somewhere in the town was supposed to be an opening to Hell itself. Or something along those lines. Hannah wasn't sure she believed the whole 'on the mouth of hell' thing.
"So how are we going to go about finding Grace?"
They had checked into a local motel, paid in cash and put false names in the register. Thierry thought she was on her way to England. She couldn't have some of his agents running back to him and getting in her way. Oh, she knew he had people of his own out looking for Grace, but wasn't entirely sure how he really felt about her, or how he intended to handle her. It was Hannah's hope that she could find Grace first and talk to her, convince her they really were the good guys.
"My best check is the local high school," Martha answered. "My - I don't feel like doing magic just yet. Something about this place - " Martha shook her head as she unpacked her suitcase.
Hannah stared at her in utter disbelief. "Why?" A witch who didn't want to do magic? It made absolutely no sense what so ever. What was she missing here?
Martha shrugged uncomfortably. "I just don't."
Hannah shook her head, setting up her laptop and Internet connection. She found a website for the high school, the old Sunnydale High had been blown up so all the kids had to be moved somewhere else while it was being rebuilt. She found a map, and stuff on what classes were available and extra curricular activities and the like, but nothing really useful. Hannah wasn't a hacker in any form, and couldn't get anything more.
She knew some witches who were able to use magic to get information from the Internet, but since Martha didn't want to use her power at the moment, that was obviously going to be a problem.
"What is it about this place that makes you not want to use magic?" Hannah pressed, putting her computer away.
Martha dumped a pile of books on her bed. "The whole Hellmouth thing. I'm afraid the energies will be more powerful than I'm used to and something will go wrong. It's hard to explain."
"I'm getting that," Hannah said with a sigh. "I'm *not* getting this Hellmouth thing."
Martha smiled dryly. "It's not our thing. They have a Slayer to fight their battles."
"We have vampire slayers too," Hannah pointed out, immediately thinking of Rashel and Quinn.
"Not like ours. This one was Chosen, part of a long legacy. Ours became Hunters by choice and trained themselves. A Slayer gets super strength. I'm not too sure on the details. But if anyone can help us find Grace, she can." Martha paused. "Providing she doesn't mistake her for a demon and kill her."
"Then we need to make sure that doesn't happen."
Martha nodded in agreement. She checked her watch. "Want to go look around now?"
Hannah nodded. "The sooner we start the search and find Grace before the bad guys do the better."
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