Title: Wild Goose Chase
Feedback: Of course I want to know what you think otherwise I'd hide it in a folder on my computer! Kristi@allengames.com
Disclaimer: They belong to Joss. If they were mine I'd be nicer to them! At least most of the time.
Spoilers: Only if you have lived in a cave and not seen any of Angel or Buffy.
Distribution: If you want it just ask!
Author's notes: The centered offset quotes are quotes pulled from the shows. I didn't write them, I didn't think of them. Also I wanted to thank everyone who sent me feedback! This is my first fanfic and it's very inspiring! If you'd like to see more of this story let me know!
**Minor Character death ahead**
Chapter 12
Buffy looked around her. She was in a pool of cool water. A waterfall poured soundlessly behind her. There were muffled voices in the distance, but she couldn't concentrate on them. Her head hurt when she did. The old woman walked across the water, on top of the water, toward her. She extended a hand to Buffy. Buffy took the woman's hand and was easily lifted out of the pool. She walked on top of the water to the waterfall with the woman.
The woman sat down on a ledge near the waterfall. She patted the rock next to her and motioned for Buffy to sit also. She noticed that both she and the woman were perfectly dry. The woman smiled at her.
"You're the one with the scythe. Caleb killed you." Buffy said.
The woman nodded. "On that plane of existence. Now hush child. I have things to tell you and they are already wanting you back. I don't have long. The book your Ionuin has won't help and it will only drive the one trying to translate it insane. The spectacles used to read the book were crushed long ago. There is a temple within a cave. It was abandoned before men had such things as letters and words. It was once in a village believed to be Huanuaca. Find the temple, inside-"
Buffy floated to the surface and the woman's voice faded away. Angel was there with a cool cloth pressed to her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open. Angel hovered, concern etching every line of his face and overflowing his dark eyes. Have his eyes always been this dark, Buffy wondered.
"Buffy," Angel gathered her in his arms and held her tightly.
"The girls?" Buffy asked.
"Vi and Rona are fine." Angel dismissed. "How are you feeling? You've been out for a little while."
"Kennedy?"
Angel grimaced and shook his head. "They drained her."
"Oh God," Buffy felt dizzy again. "Willow?"
"She knows. She's okay. Xander is with her."
Buffy nodded. "My face?"
Angel almost smiled, but knew it would have hurt her. At times like this she was still so much the girl he'd fallen in love with. "Beautiful."
Buffy gave him a your-no-help look. "You're sweet, and still a terrible liar. My chin hurts"
"Three stitches. The doctor says it shouldn't scar, especially with your healing abilities." Angel said.
Buffy wrinkled her nose. Angel kissed the tip of her nose and smoothed the hair back from her face. "You've got 2 girls outside that would really like to see your okay. Up for a little bit of company?" Angel asked.
"Short visit." Buffy said.
Angel let Vi and Rona into the bedroom. They were a flurry of words and movement and tears. Buffy assured them a dozen times she was okay.
"When you got hurt, Angel lost it. Totally went vamp face. He tore a guy's head completely off his body! I didn't even know you could dust a vamp that way!" Rona exclaimed.
"It was wicked cool. He kicked another vamp completely through a window, impaled him on a fence. He even burned the building down. Totally postal Angel, not-"Vi rambled excitedly beside Rona. Angel interrupted her.
"Why don't we spare Buffy the details? I bet she's still woozy from the blow to the head."
"Oh, blow to the head, Angel, get Giles and Wesley. I had another dream with the Guardian Woman in it." Buffy remembered.
"Buffy, you should rest." Angel insisted.
"No, if I don't tell them now I'll forget it. After they leave I'll sleep, I promise."
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"All my research indicates that the ancient village of Huanuaca is now underground, if it even existed at all. There is really no evidence to support that it did. Are you positive the woman said Huanuaca?" Wesley asked Buffy for the third time.
"Yes, Wes. I got knocked out, not brain damaged. She said Huanuaca." Buffy snapped. "There was waterfall. It seemed like everything around me was water. Maybe there were cliffs too. I'm not really sure." She ran her hands through her long blond hair in frustration.
"Here's something," Giles said stepping from the stacks. He held an ancient book in his hands. "Legend tells of the village of Huanuaca was pulled into the ground by an ancient evil-"
"Great, I just defeated THE ancient evil. What more do they want from me?" Buffy grumbled.
Giles looked up at her and continued reading. "If such a village existed, archeologists place the village approximately 100 miles from Paraguay in a vast jungle. It would be an archeology miracle if it were found. I can only imagine the artifacts buried there."
"Excellent, so we get to go tromping through a jungle now?" Buffy asked. *
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Angel walked into his office, the latest reports from Fred's lab in his hand. He had tried to get her to write in simple layman's terms, but even simple to Fred was more then most people without physicists degrees could comprehend. He rubbed his forehead. He was getting a headache. "And just when I thought the economy sized bottle of aspirin would do." He said in greeting to the woman sitting in his office.
"It's nice to see you to, Angel." Eve said. "You know, I really thought you'd be in a much better mood now that you're getting laid."
"And yet somehow you manage to bring out the worst in me." He said.
"No, I think the worst would be something along the lines of what you did to that warehouse and the vamps inside." Eve said.
"They hurt Buffy. Do the Senior Partners all the sudden have problems with me killing vampires and burning down abandoned buildings?"
"No. They aren't happy though." Eve said.
"And please, let me take this opportunity to express to them how much I really don't care." Angel said.
"Tsk tsk. They didn't plan on you getting an anchored soul and all. It's been no secret that when the big battle comes down they want you on their side. They're throwing a fit because their favorite toy got broken." She said.
"I am not a toy for the Senior Partners. If they have a problem with my soul, I really don't give a damn."
Eve shrugged. "I'll relay the message then."
"And next time, why don't you just call." Angel growled.
"Aww, now don't be like that. You didn't seem to mind when I was naked." Eve teased.
"That was under a spell. I like my women a little less evil." Angel grabbed her by the arm and steered her out of his office. "Again, let me encourage you to use the phone next time, or even an in-house memo." He slammed the door shut. *
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Buffy stirred and looked out the window of the private jet. Everything below her was a deep green/black. The sun was beginning to set and it cast deep shadows on the land below. The pilot informed them they would be landing in Paraguay in a half hour. Angel woke at the sound of the intercom.
"Sleep well?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah. You?"
Buffy nodded. "I've never been on a private jet before. It's comfy." She bounced once in her seat.
"It looks like it will be dark when we land." Angel said peering out the window. "That means we can get started right away. Giles has some sort of contact that's going to meet us at the archeology museum."
Buffy wrinkled her nose. "I've heard South America is a great vacation spot. Maybe we could honeymoon for a couple of days before taking care of this book thing?"
"Buffy, as much as I'd like to honeymoon, and aren't those for after you get married, we need to get this book. I want to find out as much as possible about the shanshu prophecy. Besides, Giles has got a lot going back in LA with the slayerettes and the watchers. He could use both our help."
"I know," Buffy pouted. "I'm just being selfish. I want you all to myself."
"We do have a hotel room reserved in Paraguay and when we're done at the museum, we'll want to make sure we're well rested for our trek through the jungle. Alone time is always restful for me." Angel teased her with a kiss.
"Mmmm, and we can't see these archeologist guys after we land?" Buffy purred.
"Afraid not, but we do have about twenty minutes. The pilots won't come in here without knocking." Angel suggested.
"What you wasting time with words for then." *
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Giles had gone on for hours about the archeology museum in Paraguay. Buffy could see why. They had some pretty impressive displays. Angel was fascinated with anything that was older then he was, and that covered pretty much everything here.
The archeologists they spoke to were very polite. They were fortunate that Angel spoke fluent Spanish, as the archeologists' English was quite poor. The downside to that was, Buffy was immeasurably bored. She wondered around the room while the three men talked.
There was a beautiful urn sitting out on display. It had runes of some sort carved into it. They seemed familiar. Buffy was certain she'd seen them in one of Giles' books. She reached out to pick the urn up and have a closer look when one of the archeologists burst out "No! No touch. Very old." He looked sternly at her.
"ok, geez. I just wanted to get a closer look at the runes on this." Buffy kept her hands in her pockets after that and slinked about the room. She was happy when Angel told them goodbye and lead her out of the museum.
"So what did you find out?" Buffy asked.
"They know the general area the village is rumored to be in, but they'll only take us so far. They say the village is cursed. We head out tomorrow at sunset."
"Cursed, great, read stinky demons of some sort." Buffy grumbled.
"Probably. Apparently they know Giles from when he worked at the British museum. They don't actually know anything about demons. I had a heck of a time convincing them we could not leave in the morning."
"So, what now?" Buffy asked.
"I'd like to check around some and see if we can't get a handle on what it is that the archeologists are so scared of. They gave me a couple of names and places. We'll hit those first and see what comes up."
What came up was a demon that went by the name of Khan. He was in charge of the supernatural black market in Paraguay. His headquarters were housed in an old, ramshackle warehouse in the middle of Paraguay. It wasn't the best part of town. Two large Fyral demons stood just inside the warehouse, obviously the muscle in the place.
"We're here to see Khan." Angel stated.
"You have an appointment?" one of demons asked.
"I just pulled into town and learned he was the man to see if you needed anything in this city." Angel said.
"You don't see Khan without an appointment. He's a busy man." The Fyral said.
"I'm sure he is and I hate to intrude. Maybe I can do something to make it better." Angel pulled several bills out of his pocket and handed them to the Fyral.
"I'll see if he's got an opening. Wait here."
The Fyral disappeared into the darkness of the warehouse. He came back shortly.
"You're lucky. Khan has a few minutes to speak with you."
They were led along the wall of the dimly lit building. The Fyral stopped at a large steel door. He opened it and beckoned them through. They walked up a flight of stairs and into a smaller room that had obviously held offices for the warehouse at one point. There were a few vinyl chairs that had seen better days.
"You can wait here. Khan will be with you in a moment."
They both paced, waiting for Khan. "I'm really not feeling so good about this, Angel." Buffy said
"Neither am I, but let's give it a few moments and see if this Khan is a reasonable demon."
"I assure you. I am quite reasonable. I certainly wouldn't have made it in business thus far if I wasn't." A Brachen demon stepped out of the inner office. He was dressed in an Armani suit.
"Khan I assume." Angel stepped toward the demon.
"I am. And you are?"
"Angel and this is Buffy."
The demon shook Angel's hand. "Vampire?"
Angel nodded.
Khan took Buffy's hand and kissed the back of it. He sniffed the air and looked curious. "You smell different. You aren't completely human?"
"No, I'm human. I'm a vampire slayer." Buffy had blurted it out before Angel could warn her to keep quiet.
"Slayer? You brought a slayer here?" The Brachen turned on Angel, his bright blue spikes bristling.
Angel backed away, palms up. "We're here purely on an information seeking mission. I'm even willing to pay for the information."
Khan raked his eyes over Buffy and Angel once more, fixing them with a hard look. "Come in my office then."
Khan's office didn't resemble anything in the warehouse. It was beautifully decorated with expensive rugs and priceless pieces of art. Angel was pretty sure the Dali hanging on the wall was original. The desk was a heavy Chippendale original and the chairs were made of Italian leather. He offered them both Cuban cigars from a humidor.
"Now, what sort of information did you come all this way for?"
"An ancient village, supposedly swallowed by the earth, named Huanuaca. I know the approximant location but that's about it." Angel said.
Khan thoughtfully smoked on his cigar, taking his time before finally speaking. "No supposedly about it. The entire village was swallowed up maybe in the 4th century. No one knows exactly what happened. There are legends and rumors of course." Khan fixed Buffy with his red gaze. "Some say an ancient evil attempted to rise. A girl, a slayer thwarted its plans, somehow the whole village was pulled underground." Khan shrugged. "That's just one of the legends. There are plenty of others. Locals say a dragon lives in the village now. I'm not sure how the locals would know since none of them have actually been in the caverns holding the village, but you know how talk goes."
"The guides who are taking us part of the way, they say the jungle is full of monsters. They'll only go so far. Any idea of exactly what kind of monsters?" Angel questioned.
"Insectoid of some kind. Swords, axes things like that seem to work well against them. I'm curious what do you want in Huanuaca?"
"I'm trying to find out information about a book."
Khan laughed. "Supposedly there is ancient Aztec gold and treasures to rival King Solomon's mines. You're looking for a book?"
Angel shook his head. "I've got the book. I'm just following leads now."
Khan stood up, indicating the meeting was over. "Good luck Vampire. Be careful where you take your slayer. Lots of demons around here won't be as hospitable toward her as I was."
"I can take care of myself." Buffy bristled.
Khan chuckled. "I believe you. I had an opportunity to see a slayer in action a several decades ago, truly amazing creatures." *
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*Author's note* I wanted to apologize to those of you who might have liked Kennedy ( I know there are at least a few out there) I didn't really intend to kill her off, it just sort of happened and I found when I was writing it I could find no remorse. In fact I fought doing the dance of joy, sorry.
Feedback: Of course I want to know what you think otherwise I'd hide it in a folder on my computer! Kristi@allengames.com
Disclaimer: They belong to Joss. If they were mine I'd be nicer to them! At least most of the time.
Spoilers: Only if you have lived in a cave and not seen any of Angel or Buffy.
Distribution: If you want it just ask!
Author's notes: The centered offset quotes are quotes pulled from the shows. I didn't write them, I didn't think of them. Also I wanted to thank everyone who sent me feedback! This is my first fanfic and it's very inspiring! If you'd like to see more of this story let me know!
**Minor Character death ahead**
Chapter 12
Buffy looked around her. She was in a pool of cool water. A waterfall poured soundlessly behind her. There were muffled voices in the distance, but she couldn't concentrate on them. Her head hurt when she did. The old woman walked across the water, on top of the water, toward her. She extended a hand to Buffy. Buffy took the woman's hand and was easily lifted out of the pool. She walked on top of the water to the waterfall with the woman.
The woman sat down on a ledge near the waterfall. She patted the rock next to her and motioned for Buffy to sit also. She noticed that both she and the woman were perfectly dry. The woman smiled at her.
"You're the one with the scythe. Caleb killed you." Buffy said.
The woman nodded. "On that plane of existence. Now hush child. I have things to tell you and they are already wanting you back. I don't have long. The book your Ionuin has won't help and it will only drive the one trying to translate it insane. The spectacles used to read the book were crushed long ago. There is a temple within a cave. It was abandoned before men had such things as letters and words. It was once in a village believed to be Huanuaca. Find the temple, inside-"
Buffy floated to the surface and the woman's voice faded away. Angel was there with a cool cloth pressed to her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open. Angel hovered, concern etching every line of his face and overflowing his dark eyes. Have his eyes always been this dark, Buffy wondered.
"Buffy," Angel gathered her in his arms and held her tightly.
"The girls?" Buffy asked.
"Vi and Rona are fine." Angel dismissed. "How are you feeling? You've been out for a little while."
"Kennedy?"
Angel grimaced and shook his head. "They drained her."
"Oh God," Buffy felt dizzy again. "Willow?"
"She knows. She's okay. Xander is with her."
Buffy nodded. "My face?"
Angel almost smiled, but knew it would have hurt her. At times like this she was still so much the girl he'd fallen in love with. "Beautiful."
Buffy gave him a your-no-help look. "You're sweet, and still a terrible liar. My chin hurts"
"Three stitches. The doctor says it shouldn't scar, especially with your healing abilities." Angel said.
Buffy wrinkled her nose. Angel kissed the tip of her nose and smoothed the hair back from her face. "You've got 2 girls outside that would really like to see your okay. Up for a little bit of company?" Angel asked.
"Short visit." Buffy said.
Angel let Vi and Rona into the bedroom. They were a flurry of words and movement and tears. Buffy assured them a dozen times she was okay.
"When you got hurt, Angel lost it. Totally went vamp face. He tore a guy's head completely off his body! I didn't even know you could dust a vamp that way!" Rona exclaimed.
"It was wicked cool. He kicked another vamp completely through a window, impaled him on a fence. He even burned the building down. Totally postal Angel, not-"Vi rambled excitedly beside Rona. Angel interrupted her.
"Why don't we spare Buffy the details? I bet she's still woozy from the blow to the head."
"Oh, blow to the head, Angel, get Giles and Wesley. I had another dream with the Guardian Woman in it." Buffy remembered.
"Buffy, you should rest." Angel insisted.
"No, if I don't tell them now I'll forget it. After they leave I'll sleep, I promise."
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"All my research indicates that the ancient village of Huanuaca is now underground, if it even existed at all. There is really no evidence to support that it did. Are you positive the woman said Huanuaca?" Wesley asked Buffy for the third time.
"Yes, Wes. I got knocked out, not brain damaged. She said Huanuaca." Buffy snapped. "There was waterfall. It seemed like everything around me was water. Maybe there were cliffs too. I'm not really sure." She ran her hands through her long blond hair in frustration.
"Here's something," Giles said stepping from the stacks. He held an ancient book in his hands. "Legend tells of the village of Huanuaca was pulled into the ground by an ancient evil-"
"Great, I just defeated THE ancient evil. What more do they want from me?" Buffy grumbled.
Giles looked up at her and continued reading. "If such a village existed, archeologists place the village approximately 100 miles from Paraguay in a vast jungle. It would be an archeology miracle if it were found. I can only imagine the artifacts buried there."
"Excellent, so we get to go tromping through a jungle now?" Buffy asked. *
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Angel walked into his office, the latest reports from Fred's lab in his hand. He had tried to get her to write in simple layman's terms, but even simple to Fred was more then most people without physicists degrees could comprehend. He rubbed his forehead. He was getting a headache. "And just when I thought the economy sized bottle of aspirin would do." He said in greeting to the woman sitting in his office.
"It's nice to see you to, Angel." Eve said. "You know, I really thought you'd be in a much better mood now that you're getting laid."
"And yet somehow you manage to bring out the worst in me." He said.
"No, I think the worst would be something along the lines of what you did to that warehouse and the vamps inside." Eve said.
"They hurt Buffy. Do the Senior Partners all the sudden have problems with me killing vampires and burning down abandoned buildings?"
"No. They aren't happy though." Eve said.
"And please, let me take this opportunity to express to them how much I really don't care." Angel said.
"Tsk tsk. They didn't plan on you getting an anchored soul and all. It's been no secret that when the big battle comes down they want you on their side. They're throwing a fit because their favorite toy got broken." She said.
"I am not a toy for the Senior Partners. If they have a problem with my soul, I really don't give a damn."
Eve shrugged. "I'll relay the message then."
"And next time, why don't you just call." Angel growled.
"Aww, now don't be like that. You didn't seem to mind when I was naked." Eve teased.
"That was under a spell. I like my women a little less evil." Angel grabbed her by the arm and steered her out of his office. "Again, let me encourage you to use the phone next time, or even an in-house memo." He slammed the door shut. *
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Buffy stirred and looked out the window of the private jet. Everything below her was a deep green/black. The sun was beginning to set and it cast deep shadows on the land below. The pilot informed them they would be landing in Paraguay in a half hour. Angel woke at the sound of the intercom.
"Sleep well?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah. You?"
Buffy nodded. "I've never been on a private jet before. It's comfy." She bounced once in her seat.
"It looks like it will be dark when we land." Angel said peering out the window. "That means we can get started right away. Giles has some sort of contact that's going to meet us at the archeology museum."
Buffy wrinkled her nose. "I've heard South America is a great vacation spot. Maybe we could honeymoon for a couple of days before taking care of this book thing?"
"Buffy, as much as I'd like to honeymoon, and aren't those for after you get married, we need to get this book. I want to find out as much as possible about the shanshu prophecy. Besides, Giles has got a lot going back in LA with the slayerettes and the watchers. He could use both our help."
"I know," Buffy pouted. "I'm just being selfish. I want you all to myself."
"We do have a hotel room reserved in Paraguay and when we're done at the museum, we'll want to make sure we're well rested for our trek through the jungle. Alone time is always restful for me." Angel teased her with a kiss.
"Mmmm, and we can't see these archeologist guys after we land?" Buffy purred.
"Afraid not, but we do have about twenty minutes. The pilots won't come in here without knocking." Angel suggested.
"What you wasting time with words for then." *
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Giles had gone on for hours about the archeology museum in Paraguay. Buffy could see why. They had some pretty impressive displays. Angel was fascinated with anything that was older then he was, and that covered pretty much everything here.
The archeologists they spoke to were very polite. They were fortunate that Angel spoke fluent Spanish, as the archeologists' English was quite poor. The downside to that was, Buffy was immeasurably bored. She wondered around the room while the three men talked.
There was a beautiful urn sitting out on display. It had runes of some sort carved into it. They seemed familiar. Buffy was certain she'd seen them in one of Giles' books. She reached out to pick the urn up and have a closer look when one of the archeologists burst out "No! No touch. Very old." He looked sternly at her.
"ok, geez. I just wanted to get a closer look at the runes on this." Buffy kept her hands in her pockets after that and slinked about the room. She was happy when Angel told them goodbye and lead her out of the museum.
"So what did you find out?" Buffy asked.
"They know the general area the village is rumored to be in, but they'll only take us so far. They say the village is cursed. We head out tomorrow at sunset."
"Cursed, great, read stinky demons of some sort." Buffy grumbled.
"Probably. Apparently they know Giles from when he worked at the British museum. They don't actually know anything about demons. I had a heck of a time convincing them we could not leave in the morning."
"So, what now?" Buffy asked.
"I'd like to check around some and see if we can't get a handle on what it is that the archeologists are so scared of. They gave me a couple of names and places. We'll hit those first and see what comes up."
What came up was a demon that went by the name of Khan. He was in charge of the supernatural black market in Paraguay. His headquarters were housed in an old, ramshackle warehouse in the middle of Paraguay. It wasn't the best part of town. Two large Fyral demons stood just inside the warehouse, obviously the muscle in the place.
"We're here to see Khan." Angel stated.
"You have an appointment?" one of demons asked.
"I just pulled into town and learned he was the man to see if you needed anything in this city." Angel said.
"You don't see Khan without an appointment. He's a busy man." The Fyral said.
"I'm sure he is and I hate to intrude. Maybe I can do something to make it better." Angel pulled several bills out of his pocket and handed them to the Fyral.
"I'll see if he's got an opening. Wait here."
The Fyral disappeared into the darkness of the warehouse. He came back shortly.
"You're lucky. Khan has a few minutes to speak with you."
They were led along the wall of the dimly lit building. The Fyral stopped at a large steel door. He opened it and beckoned them through. They walked up a flight of stairs and into a smaller room that had obviously held offices for the warehouse at one point. There were a few vinyl chairs that had seen better days.
"You can wait here. Khan will be with you in a moment."
They both paced, waiting for Khan. "I'm really not feeling so good about this, Angel." Buffy said
"Neither am I, but let's give it a few moments and see if this Khan is a reasonable demon."
"I assure you. I am quite reasonable. I certainly wouldn't have made it in business thus far if I wasn't." A Brachen demon stepped out of the inner office. He was dressed in an Armani suit.
"Khan I assume." Angel stepped toward the demon.
"I am. And you are?"
"Angel and this is Buffy."
The demon shook Angel's hand. "Vampire?"
Angel nodded.
Khan took Buffy's hand and kissed the back of it. He sniffed the air and looked curious. "You smell different. You aren't completely human?"
"No, I'm human. I'm a vampire slayer." Buffy had blurted it out before Angel could warn her to keep quiet.
"Slayer? You brought a slayer here?" The Brachen turned on Angel, his bright blue spikes bristling.
Angel backed away, palms up. "We're here purely on an information seeking mission. I'm even willing to pay for the information."
Khan raked his eyes over Buffy and Angel once more, fixing them with a hard look. "Come in my office then."
Khan's office didn't resemble anything in the warehouse. It was beautifully decorated with expensive rugs and priceless pieces of art. Angel was pretty sure the Dali hanging on the wall was original. The desk was a heavy Chippendale original and the chairs were made of Italian leather. He offered them both Cuban cigars from a humidor.
"Now, what sort of information did you come all this way for?"
"An ancient village, supposedly swallowed by the earth, named Huanuaca. I know the approximant location but that's about it." Angel said.
Khan thoughtfully smoked on his cigar, taking his time before finally speaking. "No supposedly about it. The entire village was swallowed up maybe in the 4th century. No one knows exactly what happened. There are legends and rumors of course." Khan fixed Buffy with his red gaze. "Some say an ancient evil attempted to rise. A girl, a slayer thwarted its plans, somehow the whole village was pulled underground." Khan shrugged. "That's just one of the legends. There are plenty of others. Locals say a dragon lives in the village now. I'm not sure how the locals would know since none of them have actually been in the caverns holding the village, but you know how talk goes."
"The guides who are taking us part of the way, they say the jungle is full of monsters. They'll only go so far. Any idea of exactly what kind of monsters?" Angel questioned.
"Insectoid of some kind. Swords, axes things like that seem to work well against them. I'm curious what do you want in Huanuaca?"
"I'm trying to find out information about a book."
Khan laughed. "Supposedly there is ancient Aztec gold and treasures to rival King Solomon's mines. You're looking for a book?"
Angel shook his head. "I've got the book. I'm just following leads now."
Khan stood up, indicating the meeting was over. "Good luck Vampire. Be careful where you take your slayer. Lots of demons around here won't be as hospitable toward her as I was."
"I can take care of myself." Buffy bristled.
Khan chuckled. "I believe you. I had an opportunity to see a slayer in action a several decades ago, truly amazing creatures." *
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*Author's note* I wanted to apologize to those of you who might have liked Kennedy ( I know there are at least a few out there) I didn't really intend to kill her off, it just sort of happened and I found when I was writing it I could find no remorse. In fact I fought doing the dance of joy, sorry.