Chapter 3
A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the one big long paragraph format in that last chapter. If I might make a suggestion to make it easier to read, you could copy it onto Microsoft Word or something like that and put in paragraph and line separations as you so desire. A/N2: People are asking why Cordelia didn't feel the heat from the book. All shall be revealed...when I feel like it. (Ah! The suspense!)
Thanks to buffy13-buffyspike4eva for the first review!! Yay! Thanks for the advice...but the translator didn't have Latin!! :-P
Okay, on with the chapter...
Buffy sat up groggily...in the library office. This is weird, she thought. Then she looked around. The décor was completely different than it normally was. In fact, the library seemed new, and shiny, almost. Glancing around at the bookshelves, she noticed several books that looked—wonder of all wonders—normal. As in, they didn't focus on the occult.
This is REALLY weird, she thought.
Getting up, she began to look around. No clues as to what might have happened to her. She poked her head into the library and on the banner over the door read: "Class of 1954: Submit all yearbook captions by February 3rd."
Oh no, Buffy thought. I'm in the fifties?!?!
*** "She's where?" Cordelia asked. "Somewhere back in time," Willow responded, grinding sage with her wooden bowl and a rock. "We just have to find out where...errr, when." She sprinkled some lavender into the mix. "Finally," said Cordelia, sniffing the air, "something that DOESN'T smell like dog breath." "Shh, Cordy, I have to do the spell now." Willow found that simple commands were best with Cordelia. Willow began to chant (A/N: oh, joy! More Italian! Sorry, no Latin) Riveli che cosa è stato perso It reveals that what has been lost Visione nebbiosa Foggy vision Capire perso To understand lost e per trovare And in order to find Denomino I call.
Everyone waited. "Well, that was a bust," Cordelia said, getting up from her spot on the floor.
"I guess," Willow said dejectedly, blowing out the candle she'd been
using. Suddenly, Buffy's voice floated through the library, singing
the fifties tune:
"Johnny Angel,
How I love you..." Willow's head snapped up and her eyes were shiny with pride and happiness. "That's it!" she exclaimed. "Buffy's in the 1950's!" "Gee, how do you figure?" Cordelia asked sarcastically. "We just have to figure out how to get her back," Willow said, gathering the spell ingredients and waving her hand around to disperse the smoke from the candle. "Giles?" Giles looked up from the book he'd been reading. "I think this may help," he said. "I'm not sure exactly how much, but it should prove at least slightly useful." "Okay, then," Willow said resolutely, "let's get to work." ***
Buffy stood in the graveyard, which seemed to be the only place in town that was familiar. It's just wrong, she thought, to be more comfortable in a graveyard at nightfall than at your own school.
She looked around. The trees were younger, and there were less graves, granted, but apart from that, everything was the same. Including...
"Gotcha!" she said, spinning around and staking a vampire that was trying to sneak up on her.
"Nice aim," said a voice behind her. The words were spoken casually, but Buffy could detect hints of caution and almost fear. Buffy spun yet again to face the speaker. It was a girl her age, taller with shoulder length brown hair that was straight about half the length before it became piles of soft curls. The girl's hair was held back from her face with a short scarf used as a headband. The girl wore a white shirt and black pants that cut off between her knee and ankle. She wore an oversized sports jacket that read "Sunnydale" on the back, which Buffy guessed the girl had borrowed from her boyfriend, and saddle shoes. Buffy grimaced at the shoes. A definite fashion-don't.
"Who are you?" she asked the girl, more out of curiosity than necessity.
"I should probably be asking you that question," the girl commented, still in the cautiously casual voice, "but my name is Cassie Hall. And you are?"
"Buffy Summers."
Cassie scoffed. "That your nickname?"
"No that's my actual name."
Cassie looked rather taken aback. "Oh. Sorry." She regarded Buffy's outfit, which Buffy could only describe as daring in fifties standards. She had on a black miniskirt with blue flowers and a vine embroidered on it, and a blue sleeveless shirt with cinched straps. The shirt consisted of two layers: a see-through, flowy top layer and a normal tight bottom layer. She had on a pair of flip-flops with blue denim straps.
"Not from around here, are you?" Cassie asked.
"You have no idea."
A/N: Another chapter done! I'm thinking of starting another short story, but I'll keep updating this one, don't worry. There's nothing worse than a story with no updates!
It also occurred to me as I wrote this chapter that I haven't written a disclaimer. Ha—Like I even have to! Everybody knows that I obviously don't own "Buffy", "Angel" or anything affiliated with them... if I did I'd be writing scripts for "Angel" from my beach house in Malibu, rather than fanfic from my (rsther modest) study at home. The only character I own (so far) is Cassie Hall, who decided to pop into my brain randomly yesterday.
Okay, as usual, please rate! (no flames, please!)
A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the one big long paragraph format in that last chapter. If I might make a suggestion to make it easier to read, you could copy it onto Microsoft Word or something like that and put in paragraph and line separations as you so desire. A/N2: People are asking why Cordelia didn't feel the heat from the book. All shall be revealed...when I feel like it. (Ah! The suspense!)
Thanks to buffy13-buffyspike4eva for the first review!! Yay! Thanks for the advice...but the translator didn't have Latin!! :-P
Okay, on with the chapter...
Buffy sat up groggily...in the library office. This is weird, she thought. Then she looked around. The décor was completely different than it normally was. In fact, the library seemed new, and shiny, almost. Glancing around at the bookshelves, she noticed several books that looked—wonder of all wonders—normal. As in, they didn't focus on the occult.
This is REALLY weird, she thought.
Getting up, she began to look around. No clues as to what might have happened to her. She poked her head into the library and on the banner over the door read: "Class of 1954: Submit all yearbook captions by February 3rd."
Oh no, Buffy thought. I'm in the fifties?!?!
*** "She's where?" Cordelia asked. "Somewhere back in time," Willow responded, grinding sage with her wooden bowl and a rock. "We just have to find out where...errr, when." She sprinkled some lavender into the mix. "Finally," said Cordelia, sniffing the air, "something that DOESN'T smell like dog breath." "Shh, Cordy, I have to do the spell now." Willow found that simple commands were best with Cordelia. Willow began to chant (A/N: oh, joy! More Italian! Sorry, no Latin) Riveli che cosa è stato perso It reveals that what has been lost Visione nebbiosa Foggy vision Capire perso To understand lost e per trovare And in order to find Denomino I call.
Everyone waited. "Well, that was a bust," Cordelia said, getting up from her spot on the floor.
"I guess," Willow said dejectedly, blowing out the candle she'd been
using. Suddenly, Buffy's voice floated through the library, singing
the fifties tune:
"Johnny Angel,
How I love you..." Willow's head snapped up and her eyes were shiny with pride and happiness. "That's it!" she exclaimed. "Buffy's in the 1950's!" "Gee, how do you figure?" Cordelia asked sarcastically. "We just have to figure out how to get her back," Willow said, gathering the spell ingredients and waving her hand around to disperse the smoke from the candle. "Giles?" Giles looked up from the book he'd been reading. "I think this may help," he said. "I'm not sure exactly how much, but it should prove at least slightly useful." "Okay, then," Willow said resolutely, "let's get to work." ***
Buffy stood in the graveyard, which seemed to be the only place in town that was familiar. It's just wrong, she thought, to be more comfortable in a graveyard at nightfall than at your own school.
She looked around. The trees were younger, and there were less graves, granted, but apart from that, everything was the same. Including...
"Gotcha!" she said, spinning around and staking a vampire that was trying to sneak up on her.
"Nice aim," said a voice behind her. The words were spoken casually, but Buffy could detect hints of caution and almost fear. Buffy spun yet again to face the speaker. It was a girl her age, taller with shoulder length brown hair that was straight about half the length before it became piles of soft curls. The girl's hair was held back from her face with a short scarf used as a headband. The girl wore a white shirt and black pants that cut off between her knee and ankle. She wore an oversized sports jacket that read "Sunnydale" on the back, which Buffy guessed the girl had borrowed from her boyfriend, and saddle shoes. Buffy grimaced at the shoes. A definite fashion-don't.
"Who are you?" she asked the girl, more out of curiosity than necessity.
"I should probably be asking you that question," the girl commented, still in the cautiously casual voice, "but my name is Cassie Hall. And you are?"
"Buffy Summers."
Cassie scoffed. "That your nickname?"
"No that's my actual name."
Cassie looked rather taken aback. "Oh. Sorry." She regarded Buffy's outfit, which Buffy could only describe as daring in fifties standards. She had on a black miniskirt with blue flowers and a vine embroidered on it, and a blue sleeveless shirt with cinched straps. The shirt consisted of two layers: a see-through, flowy top layer and a normal tight bottom layer. She had on a pair of flip-flops with blue denim straps.
"Not from around here, are you?" Cassie asked.
"You have no idea."
A/N: Another chapter done! I'm thinking of starting another short story, but I'll keep updating this one, don't worry. There's nothing worse than a story with no updates!
It also occurred to me as I wrote this chapter that I haven't written a disclaimer. Ha—Like I even have to! Everybody knows that I obviously don't own "Buffy", "Angel" or anything affiliated with them... if I did I'd be writing scripts for "Angel" from my beach house in Malibu, rather than fanfic from my (rsther modest) study at home. The only character I own (so far) is Cassie Hall, who decided to pop into my brain randomly yesterday.
Okay, as usual, please rate! (no flames, please!)
