He could smell her in the club just like she was standing right next to
him. She's here, he thought to himself as he scanned the club for where
she might be. He stayed to the shadows so that she wouldn't see him there...
stalking her, wanting her, loving her when he knew he shouldn't, couldn't
because of everything that was happening in their lives... in his life.
She was everything he ever wanted in a woman. She was beautiful, strong, stubborn, intelligent, funny, and he even liked her witty sarcasm that she had first greeted him with after he met her... after the kick to the chest that is. She was short with a petit build and blonde hair that reached just past her shoulders and vivid green eyes that were the windows to her soul. For all the world she looked like the cheerleader she used to be... no one could look at her and think that she had super human strength, that she could kill and survive anything. No one would look at her and that she's the Slayer.
"Buffy," he whispered when he caught sight of her sitting at a table with her friends Willow Rosenburg and Xander Harris, laughing at something one of them had said. If he really wanted to he could have heard them... but all his attention was focused on Buffy. His Buffy. His breath. His life. His one true love. His soul mate.
Recovering from her fit of laughter with her two best friends, Buffy Summers turned around and looked in the darkness behind her then frowned. She looked harder but still found no trace of what she was looking for. Turning back around, she asked her friends, "Did you guys just feel like we were being watched?"
Willow and Xander looked puzzled as they considered it and then shook their heads simultaneously. "No, Buffy...we haven't....why?" Asked Willow as she looked around, all of the sudden frightened.
Shaking her head, Buffy just shrugged and smiled. "I don't know. You know how my Buffydar is always going off on the slightest thing...it could just be nothing at all... probably just someone looking at a couple of sexy girls and envying the guy they are with." She said giving a playful smile to Xander, smiling even more when she noticed how Willow was blushing. What she failed to mention to her friends was that the person who was looking at them was someone she knew...she just couldn't place who it was though... it was someone who she hasn't seen in a while, that much she was certain.
Buffy was taken out of her thoughts when Willow asked "So are you and Dawn doing okay with your dad?"
Buffy grimaced a little bit, "He's on this kick that he has to make everything better for us. He's been around us twenty-four seven asking us do we need anything and getting us whatever we want and being WAY to over protective of us."
"You still gonna move in with me and Xander later on in the month?"
"Oh yeah. Dad ain't too happy about it but after living on my own for so long and everything I kinda need my own space, ya know?"
"You gonna bring Dawny with you or are she gonna stay with your dad?"
"She's still too young to live with anyone other than a parent or legal guardian and since Dad is still around she's gotta stay with him. But she'll still be visiting on the weekends more than likely so it'll be just like she's there."
"So Buff, speaking of people... have you seen him since we've been here?" Xander asked as they got up to leave.
Stiffening slightly, Buffy looked away so as not to let her disappointment show. "No. I still haven't seen him yet. He's not at the hotel he was staying at the last time I was here and no one knows where he is."
"Oh don't worry Buffy. I'm sure he'll show up when you least expect it." Came Willow's cheery reply as she hugged her long time friend.
With a faint smile on her face, she looked up at her friends and asked, "Doesn't he always?" Taking one more look around the club, she paused when she caught sight of a shadow that looked very familiar to her. She blinked and then it was gone as if it had never existed. Shrugging, she looped her arm with Willow and Xander's and they walked out of the club, unaware of being followed by a person clothed in black jeans, white t- shirt, and a long black leather duster.
After making sure that Willow and Xander made it home okay, Buffy walked around the streets of LA for a little bit seeing that not that much had changed since she'd lived there years ago. Turning down the street that lead to her dad's place, she looked around to make sure everything was as it should be.
Good, the thought to herself, everything is as it should be...nice and quiet, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she made her way back up to her house and unlocked the door, letting herself in quietly.
No use. Her dad was still up...waiting for her. PERFECT! She thought to herself as he looked at his watch then back at her expecting her to say something. When Buffy didn't say anything, Hank Summers took a deep breath and let it out and said in a soft voice, "Buffy, I know your used to being out late when you lived in Sunnydale but this isn't Sunnydale. This is my house and I expect you to be home at a certain time every night because you don't know what is on those streets out there. There are criminals, murderers, rapists..." Vampires, demons, witches, Buffy thought to herself. "And you never know when they will attack you Buffy. I just don't want you getting hurt."
"I'm sorry Dad but you don't have to give me the third degree. I lived here before remember? I know what the mean streets of LA are like."
"Buffy, don't take that tone with me young lady."
"Look Dad, I don't need to be lectured...Dawn and I survived fine on our own for two years and there were a lot more things in Sunnydale to worry about than muggers and murderers!" Hank still didn't know that Buffy was the Slayer, and she had no intention of telling him about it either. Turning around to go up the stairs to her room, Buffy tried not to scream in frustration and anger at her father's inability to trust her to do anything other than stay home and play the normal daughter.
"Where do you think you're going young lady?" Her fathers booming voice trailed her up the stairs.
"To my room to pack so I can get the hell outta here... that's where," she yelled over her shoulder as she slammed her door and pulled out her trusty duffle bag that had gotten her out of countless situations involving vampires and demons... including the parent type.
As she started packing her bag, Buffy picked up the phone and called Xander and Willow. On the third ring, Xander picked up and said hey. "Xander? Yeah it's Buffy. Listen, Dad and I got into another fight, do you and Willow mind if I move in with ya'll a little bit early?"
She was everything he ever wanted in a woman. She was beautiful, strong, stubborn, intelligent, funny, and he even liked her witty sarcasm that she had first greeted him with after he met her... after the kick to the chest that is. She was short with a petit build and blonde hair that reached just past her shoulders and vivid green eyes that were the windows to her soul. For all the world she looked like the cheerleader she used to be... no one could look at her and think that she had super human strength, that she could kill and survive anything. No one would look at her and that she's the Slayer.
"Buffy," he whispered when he caught sight of her sitting at a table with her friends Willow Rosenburg and Xander Harris, laughing at something one of them had said. If he really wanted to he could have heard them... but all his attention was focused on Buffy. His Buffy. His breath. His life. His one true love. His soul mate.
Recovering from her fit of laughter with her two best friends, Buffy Summers turned around and looked in the darkness behind her then frowned. She looked harder but still found no trace of what she was looking for. Turning back around, she asked her friends, "Did you guys just feel like we were being watched?"
Willow and Xander looked puzzled as they considered it and then shook their heads simultaneously. "No, Buffy...we haven't....why?" Asked Willow as she looked around, all of the sudden frightened.
Shaking her head, Buffy just shrugged and smiled. "I don't know. You know how my Buffydar is always going off on the slightest thing...it could just be nothing at all... probably just someone looking at a couple of sexy girls and envying the guy they are with." She said giving a playful smile to Xander, smiling even more when she noticed how Willow was blushing. What she failed to mention to her friends was that the person who was looking at them was someone she knew...she just couldn't place who it was though... it was someone who she hasn't seen in a while, that much she was certain.
Buffy was taken out of her thoughts when Willow asked "So are you and Dawn doing okay with your dad?"
Buffy grimaced a little bit, "He's on this kick that he has to make everything better for us. He's been around us twenty-four seven asking us do we need anything and getting us whatever we want and being WAY to over protective of us."
"You still gonna move in with me and Xander later on in the month?"
"Oh yeah. Dad ain't too happy about it but after living on my own for so long and everything I kinda need my own space, ya know?"
"You gonna bring Dawny with you or are she gonna stay with your dad?"
"She's still too young to live with anyone other than a parent or legal guardian and since Dad is still around she's gotta stay with him. But she'll still be visiting on the weekends more than likely so it'll be just like she's there."
"So Buff, speaking of people... have you seen him since we've been here?" Xander asked as they got up to leave.
Stiffening slightly, Buffy looked away so as not to let her disappointment show. "No. I still haven't seen him yet. He's not at the hotel he was staying at the last time I was here and no one knows where he is."
"Oh don't worry Buffy. I'm sure he'll show up when you least expect it." Came Willow's cheery reply as she hugged her long time friend.
With a faint smile on her face, she looked up at her friends and asked, "Doesn't he always?" Taking one more look around the club, she paused when she caught sight of a shadow that looked very familiar to her. She blinked and then it was gone as if it had never existed. Shrugging, she looped her arm with Willow and Xander's and they walked out of the club, unaware of being followed by a person clothed in black jeans, white t- shirt, and a long black leather duster.
After making sure that Willow and Xander made it home okay, Buffy walked around the streets of LA for a little bit seeing that not that much had changed since she'd lived there years ago. Turning down the street that lead to her dad's place, she looked around to make sure everything was as it should be.
Good, the thought to herself, everything is as it should be...nice and quiet, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she made her way back up to her house and unlocked the door, letting herself in quietly.
No use. Her dad was still up...waiting for her. PERFECT! She thought to herself as he looked at his watch then back at her expecting her to say something. When Buffy didn't say anything, Hank Summers took a deep breath and let it out and said in a soft voice, "Buffy, I know your used to being out late when you lived in Sunnydale but this isn't Sunnydale. This is my house and I expect you to be home at a certain time every night because you don't know what is on those streets out there. There are criminals, murderers, rapists..." Vampires, demons, witches, Buffy thought to herself. "And you never know when they will attack you Buffy. I just don't want you getting hurt."
"I'm sorry Dad but you don't have to give me the third degree. I lived here before remember? I know what the mean streets of LA are like."
"Buffy, don't take that tone with me young lady."
"Look Dad, I don't need to be lectured...Dawn and I survived fine on our own for two years and there were a lot more things in Sunnydale to worry about than muggers and murderers!" Hank still didn't know that Buffy was the Slayer, and she had no intention of telling him about it either. Turning around to go up the stairs to her room, Buffy tried not to scream in frustration and anger at her father's inability to trust her to do anything other than stay home and play the normal daughter.
"Where do you think you're going young lady?" Her fathers booming voice trailed her up the stairs.
"To my room to pack so I can get the hell outta here... that's where," she yelled over her shoulder as she slammed her door and pulled out her trusty duffle bag that had gotten her out of countless situations involving vampires and demons... including the parent type.
As she started packing her bag, Buffy picked up the phone and called Xander and Willow. On the third ring, Xander picked up and said hey. "Xander? Yeah it's Buffy. Listen, Dad and I got into another fight, do you and Willow mind if I move in with ya'll a little bit early?"