Authors note: I probably forgot to do this earlier but thoughts and mid communication (between WT) are in
Chapter 8
"Well we have a vacancy behind the bar after university, and some periods during your free time as well if you need the money. What experience do you have behind a bar?" Sarah was standing in the student bar talking to the middle aged bar manager. Steve ran the bar for students during the day and also at night until the early hours, he also employed students who would need extra money for university.
"I've worked at several pubs and nightclubs in England. You should find that this is in order," Sarah replied. Sarah took a document out of her folder with a list of bars and references.
Steve looked this document over, noting that she came with high praise from several places. "Ok, tell me how to make a Blue Lagoon," he told her, naming one of the bar's most popular cocktails.
Sarah smirked, it just happens to be a favourite cocktail in England also. "Easy, three quarts a glass of ice, a shot of Blue Lagoon and topped off with lemonade. Too much ice and the Blue Lagoon is too strong, too little and all the customer will taste is lemonade."
"And what are the ingredients of the Blue Lagoon itself?"
"If I knew I wouldn't be allowed to tell you, not many know what is in it. Though I would say that it has Vodka somewhere in the mix."
Steve nodded his head satisfied, "one more question, what should a Tequila Sunrise look like?"
Again Sarah smirked, "deep red at the bottom, lightening off to orange towards the top, hence the name Tequila Sunrise."
"Well it seems that you know your stuff young lady, when can you start?"
Sarah considered, on Friday the late shift should be no problem, "see you tonight?"
...
"...next lecture, we will talk about Cerberus. Please have notes ready on this subject." Pur-lease the three headed dog, pet to Hades, guardian of the underworld, nasty temper too if what Buffy said is anything to go by. Dawn smirked as she packed her folder away, just as she had thought, most of what the lectures talked about, she had encountered or experienced, poor Prometheus, that is one experience I will gladly not go through. They had started off talking about the Gods of Olympus which had lead to a discussion of the underworld in which dead souls resided.
...
Further back, Sarah was also putting her folders in her bag, being a witch, she also knew a lot about Mythology making this the perfect subject for her university years. Sarah looked up and again she found herself looking at Dawn, Dawn looked back, and this time Sarah held her gaze. She walked down some steps to meet Dawn as she came out at the end of the row. "Hey."
Dawn looked around and grinned when she saw Sarah over her right shoulder. "Hi, again. What made you take off so fast earlier anyway?"
"I had to see a man about a job, I got it. No big."
Sarah and Dawn walked out of the lecture hall into a corridor and from there out to the benches within the grounds of the campus. "So, what brings you to America?" Dawn asked as they sat down.
Sarah paused, thinking about her answer. "I thought it might be, different. Anyway, a cute girl like you, why aint you with the jocks instead of lil' ol' me?"
Dawn smiled thinly, biting her bottom lip, did she just call me cute? "Those guys? Oh come on, I dunno what it's like in England but those guys need to get over themselves, besides, I aint the kinda girl to just go throwing myself at any guy who crosses my path."
Sarah nodded, why do I like this girl? I've never been much of a people person before. Sarah looked into Dawn's deep hazel eyes, seeing past what others can see and into her very soul, seeing her aura and the blue around some areas which came from being hurt. Woah, I've never done that before either. Sarah looked away, knowing that her feelings, though not as open to a none witch, could be seen through her eyes for those who looked hard enough, and right now, mingled with the suspicion of others, of what had happened to her friends with herself being accused of it, through all that, she also felt the first glimmer of love, sure she loved her foster parents, Gary and Beth, but...now I'm confused.
Dawn looked away also, what is going on, I have never felt this way. Sarah touched her shoulder, she had stood and looked ready to go. "I have to get to work, drop in some time why don't you?"
Dawn nodded her head, electricity seeming to spark where Sarah touched her shoulder.
"I'm sorry Willow, but there doesn't seem to be much we can do. If we pull Faith away from the Pole then the vampires will have free reign," Giles' stiff voice came out of the phone, "if you can find anything that points to demon activity then we'll see what we can do."
"Ok Giles, I guess we knew this was coming. We'll have a look around tomorrow."
Willow hung up the phone. "Homework?" Tara had heard pretty much the whole conversation.
"Yup, 'fraid so. Though I can think of things to do while we are waiting for daylight hours. At this Willow leant forward and bit Tara's bottom lip, with a growl of pleasure, Tara lead the way to the bedroom.
...
Abel was thirsty, Abel was never in a good mood when he was thirsty. He walked along near the caged humans, smelling the fear of those who were no longer under the spell of the Piper. A firm hand came down on his shoulder. "Do not touch a single one of them Abel, I am not in this to keep you with a constant supply of blood."
Abel spun round into the gaze of The Piper, "you have not brought any new victims Piper, I grow thirsty!"
The Piper regarded Abel with cold eyes, "people are getting spooked, they are staying indoors with the stories. In a while there will be plenty more to bring here. Until then, you will have to hunt yourself." Abel sniffed, though The Piper was a centuries old necromancer, warm blood still ran through his veins. After taking three quick steps, Abel jumped towards his prey...
...and landed flat on his ass. Having heard the warning signs, The Piper played a single note on his pipe, a quavering note that rose and fell in pitch paralysing Abel. Taking the pipe from his lips, he turned around and measured Abel with a scornful glare from his ice cold blue eyes. "Try that again," he spat, his voice full of contempt, he hadn't raised his voice, he didn't need to, "and it will be the final action you take as a free demon. With that, The Piper walks out of the warehouse leaving the affects of his pipe to wear off, it would be a long thirsty night for Abel.
Chapter 8
"Well we have a vacancy behind the bar after university, and some periods during your free time as well if you need the money. What experience do you have behind a bar?" Sarah was standing in the student bar talking to the middle aged bar manager. Steve ran the bar for students during the day and also at night until the early hours, he also employed students who would need extra money for university.
"I've worked at several pubs and nightclubs in England. You should find that this is in order," Sarah replied. Sarah took a document out of her folder with a list of bars and references.
Steve looked this document over, noting that she came with high praise from several places. "Ok, tell me how to make a Blue Lagoon," he told her, naming one of the bar's most popular cocktails.
Sarah smirked, it just happens to be a favourite cocktail in England also. "Easy, three quarts a glass of ice, a shot of Blue Lagoon and topped off with lemonade. Too much ice and the Blue Lagoon is too strong, too little and all the customer will taste is lemonade."
"And what are the ingredients of the Blue Lagoon itself?"
"If I knew I wouldn't be allowed to tell you, not many know what is in it. Though I would say that it has Vodka somewhere in the mix."
Steve nodded his head satisfied, "one more question, what should a Tequila Sunrise look like?"
Again Sarah smirked, "deep red at the bottom, lightening off to orange towards the top, hence the name Tequila Sunrise."
"Well it seems that you know your stuff young lady, when can you start?"
Sarah considered, on Friday the late shift should be no problem, "see you tonight?"
...
"...next lecture, we will talk about Cerberus. Please have notes ready on this subject." Pur-lease the three headed dog, pet to Hades, guardian of the underworld, nasty temper too if what Buffy said is anything to go by. Dawn smirked as she packed her folder away, just as she had thought, most of what the lectures talked about, she had encountered or experienced, poor Prometheus, that is one experience I will gladly not go through. They had started off talking about the Gods of Olympus which had lead to a discussion of the underworld in which dead souls resided.
...
Further back, Sarah was also putting her folders in her bag, being a witch, she also knew a lot about Mythology making this the perfect subject for her university years. Sarah looked up and again she found herself looking at Dawn, Dawn looked back, and this time Sarah held her gaze. She walked down some steps to meet Dawn as she came out at the end of the row. "Hey."
Dawn looked around and grinned when she saw Sarah over her right shoulder. "Hi, again. What made you take off so fast earlier anyway?"
"I had to see a man about a job, I got it. No big."
Sarah and Dawn walked out of the lecture hall into a corridor and from there out to the benches within the grounds of the campus. "So, what brings you to America?" Dawn asked as they sat down.
Sarah paused, thinking about her answer. "I thought it might be, different. Anyway, a cute girl like you, why aint you with the jocks instead of lil' ol' me?"
Dawn smiled thinly, biting her bottom lip, did she just call me cute? "Those guys? Oh come on, I dunno what it's like in England but those guys need to get over themselves, besides, I aint the kinda girl to just go throwing myself at any guy who crosses my path."
Sarah nodded, why do I like this girl? I've never been much of a people person before. Sarah looked into Dawn's deep hazel eyes, seeing past what others can see and into her very soul, seeing her aura and the blue around some areas which came from being hurt. Woah, I've never done that before either. Sarah looked away, knowing that her feelings, though not as open to a none witch, could be seen through her eyes for those who looked hard enough, and right now, mingled with the suspicion of others, of what had happened to her friends with herself being accused of it, through all that, she also felt the first glimmer of love, sure she loved her foster parents, Gary and Beth, but...now I'm confused.
Dawn looked away also, what is going on, I have never felt this way. Sarah touched her shoulder, she had stood and looked ready to go. "I have to get to work, drop in some time why don't you?"
Dawn nodded her head, electricity seeming to spark where Sarah touched her shoulder.
"I'm sorry Willow, but there doesn't seem to be much we can do. If we pull Faith away from the Pole then the vampires will have free reign," Giles' stiff voice came out of the phone, "if you can find anything that points to demon activity then we'll see what we can do."
"Ok Giles, I guess we knew this was coming. We'll have a look around tomorrow."
Willow hung up the phone. "Homework?" Tara had heard pretty much the whole conversation.
"Yup, 'fraid so. Though I can think of things to do while we are waiting for daylight hours. At this Willow leant forward and bit Tara's bottom lip, with a growl of pleasure, Tara lead the way to the bedroom.
...
Abel was thirsty, Abel was never in a good mood when he was thirsty. He walked along near the caged humans, smelling the fear of those who were no longer under the spell of the Piper. A firm hand came down on his shoulder. "Do not touch a single one of them Abel, I am not in this to keep you with a constant supply of blood."
Abel spun round into the gaze of The Piper, "you have not brought any new victims Piper, I grow thirsty!"
The Piper regarded Abel with cold eyes, "people are getting spooked, they are staying indoors with the stories. In a while there will be plenty more to bring here. Until then, you will have to hunt yourself." Abel sniffed, though The Piper was a centuries old necromancer, warm blood still ran through his veins. After taking three quick steps, Abel jumped towards his prey...
...and landed flat on his ass. Having heard the warning signs, The Piper played a single note on his pipe, a quavering note that rose and fell in pitch paralysing Abel. Taking the pipe from his lips, he turned around and measured Abel with a scornful glare from his ice cold blue eyes. "Try that again," he spat, his voice full of contempt, he hadn't raised his voice, he didn't need to, "and it will be the final action you take as a free demon. With that, The Piper walks out of the warehouse leaving the affects of his pipe to wear off, it would be a long thirsty night for Abel.