Finally I'm updating! This will be the final chapter, but ah well.
Thankyou to Chelle86 and aLiE fEIToN, and also to Pastel1004 (I never said Spike had a reflection!).
And here it is:
It was eleven thirty, and all three babysitters were watching the clock in anticipation. May was NOT asleep (they could tell from the noises coming from upstairs) and they were all exhausted. Usually they managed to get about five minutes sleep, but tonight it was as though May knew exactly when they were dropping off, and would start to sing loudly.
"Let me rest in PEACE! Yeah! Let me get some sleep, let me take my love an' bury it in a HOLE that's six foot deeeeeep..." Mabs had a pillow over her head, and was either asleep or dead from suffocation; Annie was stuffing her fingers in her ears (which was quite hard as she had small ears and rather fat fingers) and Bianca, ever the professional, was still sitting up, though looking incredibly tired.
The meeting with 'Anya' had been about the strangest thing in Bianca's babysitting experience – and being a year older than the others she had more than them. She had been expecting a small girl who went to May's playgroup or something, not a twenty-something-year-old friend f Buffy's... mind you, there was what May had said about Anya and Xander, whoever Xander was.
The babysitters had noticed that the Summers' house was very strange. There were all sorts of old books that Bianca had forbidden the others to touch. But when her back was turned they sneaked a look and discovered that every single book was on weird mythology, or written in weird languages. There was also a large and scary collection of weapons in a large wooden case tucked neatly behind the sofa.
Listening closely to May, for any signs of sleepiness, Annie (fingers out of ears and now very red) heard her singing a new song, this time quietly and almost sadly.
"I'm under your spell..." At that moment the babysitters heard the door open and sighed in relief.
As Buffy and Spike walked in they were obviously in the middle of an argument.
"... always comparing me to her! Has it ever occurred to you that I don't LIKE being compared to your crazy ex girlfriend?"
"Yeah well it's not like you're never comparing me to Angel!"
"I have NEVER compared you to..."
"Yes you have!"
"Have not."
"Have too."
"Have not."
"Have too."
"Have not."
"Look, we're back. Drop it, pet."
"Ha! You lose!"
"Did not!"
After what seemed like an age, they stopped. Bianca and the others got their money (more than they usually got, but Bianca felt they deserved it). She also had a feeling that this was normal life for them.
But for unusual people, it would have to be. And Bianca knew she would always be normal.
Until the next day, when the weird tweed guy told her she was a slayer.
Thankyou to Chelle86 and aLiE fEIToN, and also to Pastel1004 (I never said Spike had a reflection!).
And here it is:
It was eleven thirty, and all three babysitters were watching the clock in anticipation. May was NOT asleep (they could tell from the noises coming from upstairs) and they were all exhausted. Usually they managed to get about five minutes sleep, but tonight it was as though May knew exactly when they were dropping off, and would start to sing loudly.
"Let me rest in PEACE! Yeah! Let me get some sleep, let me take my love an' bury it in a HOLE that's six foot deeeeeep..." Mabs had a pillow over her head, and was either asleep or dead from suffocation; Annie was stuffing her fingers in her ears (which was quite hard as she had small ears and rather fat fingers) and Bianca, ever the professional, was still sitting up, though looking incredibly tired.
The meeting with 'Anya' had been about the strangest thing in Bianca's babysitting experience – and being a year older than the others she had more than them. She had been expecting a small girl who went to May's playgroup or something, not a twenty-something-year-old friend f Buffy's... mind you, there was what May had said about Anya and Xander, whoever Xander was.
The babysitters had noticed that the Summers' house was very strange. There were all sorts of old books that Bianca had forbidden the others to touch. But when her back was turned they sneaked a look and discovered that every single book was on weird mythology, or written in weird languages. There was also a large and scary collection of weapons in a large wooden case tucked neatly behind the sofa.
Listening closely to May, for any signs of sleepiness, Annie (fingers out of ears and now very red) heard her singing a new song, this time quietly and almost sadly.
"I'm under your spell..." At that moment the babysitters heard the door open and sighed in relief.
As Buffy and Spike walked in they were obviously in the middle of an argument.
"... always comparing me to her! Has it ever occurred to you that I don't LIKE being compared to your crazy ex girlfriend?"
"Yeah well it's not like you're never comparing me to Angel!"
"I have NEVER compared you to..."
"Yes you have!"
"Have not."
"Have too."
"Have not."
"Have too."
"Have not."
"Look, we're back. Drop it, pet."
"Ha! You lose!"
"Did not!"
After what seemed like an age, they stopped. Bianca and the others got their money (more than they usually got, but Bianca felt they deserved it). She also had a feeling that this was normal life for them.
But for unusual people, it would have to be. And Bianca knew she would always be normal.
Until the next day, when the weird tweed guy told her she was a slayer.