A/N: You guys have been really cool with the reviewing and all. I so owe all of you major hugs. Now sit back and relax with this chapter. Enjoy!
CHAPTER 13
After being forced to get class schedules and other school items Angelus, Spike, and Dru all pulled aside and found the library, which was deserted. The trio sat around one of the round tables.
"Where do we start?" Angelus wondered.
"I know where," Spike said. "How about… what the bloody hell happened to us?"
"That sounds about right," Angelus nodded.
"I can't understand any of this," Dru said. "I haven't gotten a single image in my head about it."
"Are you wearing a cross?" Angelus noticed.
"Oh." Dru glanced down at the necklace. "My father gave it to me."
"Speaking of which, I find it just a bit odd that one minute I'm torturing innocents and the next, I wake up to Mum preparing pancakes," Spike said.
"Something happened to us," said Angelus.
"No kidding? Figured that out already, Captain Forehead," Spike grumbled.
"Easy," Dru chimed in before Angelus could retort. "We have to be tranquil."
"I know what this is," Spike figured. "This is some of that mojo Mr. Cryptic pulled on us."
"Magic?" Angelus thought. "No. Couldn't be."
"Well, what do you think it is then?" Spike asked him. "Hmm? Darla trying to get back at you?"
Angelus thought for a moment. "That's not too far fetched."
"Oh, come on," Spike said, rolling his eyes upward.
"I agree with William," Dru said. "This doesn't feel like Darla's doing."
"Well, then, what's happened to us? We don't have the afflictions that come with being a vampire," Angelus said. "Do we still have the power, though?"
With one hand, Spike abruptly took hold of the table they sat at and flipped it over, surprising Dru and Angelus. "I'd say we have the power," Spike decided.
"Well… that's proven," Angelus said.
"What are we supposed to do?" Dru wondered out loud.
Angelus thought for a moment then said, "Let's live out this little fantasy world for the time being."
"Oh, that's a real plan," Spike said sarcastically. "Because high school is just so loving and refreshing."
"You got a better idea?" Angelus asked him, folding his arms. Spike looked down, not answering. "I thought not."
In the hall, Buffy and Wesley sat on a bench together while Gunn paced up and down. His arms were crossed firmly over his chest and he had an expression of deep thought on his face.
"I don't get it," he said. "Who are these new people? Why was I, I of all people, not informed of these new people?"
"They are so besmirching your king of the school title," Buffy agreed with him.
"Shoot, I know," Gunn said with a snap of his tongue, continuing to pace.
"Do you two hear yourselves?" Wesley asked them. "They're just regular students. Like us? They're just new is all."
Gunn scoffed. "Wesley, I swear, if you don't quit being naïve…"
"What could possibly be the big deal about a few new students?" Wesley reasoned.
"Hey, I have signed on for office duty during lunch," Buffy said. "Maybe I could… "accidentally" check into their files?"
"Buff, I love the way you think," Gunn smiled. "Wes, learn from her."
Wesley rested his head against his fist and rolled his eyes in a circular motion.
Then the bell rang.
Buffy and Wesley stood, attaching their book bags to their backs. Gunn started to go with them then saw Angelus, Spike, and Dru head out of the library. Spike and Dru walked off, hand in hand. Gunn stood for a moment, staring at Angelus, who seemed more lost than his two companions.
Angelus' eyes suddenly glanced over and locked with Gunn's.
Gunn quickly stopped staring and moved off down the hall.
Wesley felt around in his pockets and against his book bag, obviously looking for something frantically. Buffy glanced at him, wondering what could be going on in his oversized brain.
"What's up, Wes?" the pretty blonde asked.
"I can't find a pen at all," her friend replied. "I could've sworn I had two this morning."
"Oh, right. You've got Mr. Giles, super stiff, for first and second period. Ah, double period English. It's just so fun."
"The sarcasm is thick in your voice today."
"I try so hard, you know." Buffy flashed a black ink pen in front of his face. "Take and go learn stuff."
"Oh, thank you, Buffy," Wesley said, taking the writing instrument.
They went their separate ways as Wesley slipped into his English class.
Students, most of them chattering or laughing, began to take their seats as the late bell rang. Wesley sat down and immediately removed his English textbook and binder from his book bag, searching for his homework.
"Take your seats, class," Mr. Giles' familiar British voice said over the sound of students talking. "Quiet down, please." When the noise settled the teacher continued. "Now, we have a new student amongst us." Wesley glanced up from what he was doing to look at Spike, who stood next to Mr. Giles' desk. "This is William…" Mr. Giles glanced closely at his notes. "Dalton. William Dalton. Um, William, do you have anything to say?"
"The name's Spike," the teenager said simply. "All you need to know." With that he took the only empty seat, which was behind Wesley.
"Well… now that that's done we can go over the homework from last night," Mr. Giles went on. "Turn to chapter seven and let's get the answers to the discussion questions."
"We're going to discuss the discussion questions?" Spike asked loudly. "Going for a redundancy award I see."
A few laughs escape some of the students.
"Thank you for that clarification, Mr. Dalton," Mr. Giles said then went on. "Now if you read pages—"
"Question," Spike interrupted, shooting his hand up.
Mr. Giles sighed. "Yes, Mr. Dalton?"
"You're British, right?" Giles nodded. "And you teach British literature?" He nodded again. "Oh, convenient for you, isn't it? Great country, England is. I should know. Now here's another question. If they have British literature over there do they call it "This place with the accents we live in" literature?"
More students burst with laughter at Spike's humor.
"Mr. Dalton, no more outbursts," Mr. Giles said. "Let's continued, shall we?"
"We shall," Spike shrugged.
Wesley picked up his text and held it closely to his face. A snicker he attempted to muffle escaped his mouth.
A/N: I hope you guys aren't as confused as before. If you are, don't worry. Clarification to come. Please review!