A/N: Hey everyone I AM SO SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN SO LONG!! I've had so much on lately, including work experience, and the person I was staying with didn't have a computer let alone an internet connection. You've probably all given up hope on me ever posting another chapter ever again. But never fear, I'm going to try and be a little more consistent now that I'm on holidays. I'm sorry last chapter was so boring but it had to be done, in order to let you know of what is happening. So hold on tight and I'll try and make it a little more interesting.

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Chapter 10

Ben and Glory stepped off their bus and onto the pavement of Sunnydale High.

"Did you remember your lunch?"Glory asked in her usual routine way. Their mother and father had divorced when they were both five and they had been sent to live with their dad. To tell the truth though their dad didn't really know how to go about looking after himself let alone two children. This basically meant that Glory now not only had to be the perfect and dutiful daughter but she also had to play mother for all three of them (considering their dad was much like a child)..

"Yup."answered Ben, he looked a little relieved to say the least.

"Did you do your homework?"

"Uhuh."

"Did you remember to bring it?" Glory asked in sweet and yet patronising tone.

"Sure did, I'm on a role today Glore." Ben had a huge grin on his face by now, possibly even gloating.

"Did you remember the house key?" Glory asked caustiously.

The smile on Ben's face suddenly evaporated. "Uh-oh, I knew there was something I had forgotten."

As much of a good job that Glory did at playing the mother figure, she still quite often lost her temper, as most normal people do. "YOU IDIOT! I hope you realize Dad isn't coming home until about eight tonight, which means we wont be able to get into the house!" Being in such a rage, Glory finally blew and pushed Ben into the bushes before storming off. Ben sat there kind of dumb-struck, while pulling leaves out of his hair.

"Looks as though Glory skipped her anger management class again this week." Said Willow after having seen the whole kafuffle from a distance.

"I heard she was just on the medication now." Commented Oz, before stopping to offer Ben a helping hand out of the bushes. Ben took Oz's hand and stood up, while thanking him.

Following not to far behind them was Xander and Buffy. "So, Buff, what did you get up to last night, nothing to raunchy I hope?".

"Oh, you know just the usual slaying with Mrs. Post..." Buffy bit her lip so hard it almost bled, but then she realised Xander was giving her a very odd look. "Er, thats right, slaying my inner angst, Mrs. Post is a yoga expert you know. I mentioned that I was having some, er, back trouble and of course a bit of mental angst and she was only to happy to help me out."Buffy waited impatiently to see Xander's expression and was very relieved when the confused look on his face changed to a casual.

"Geeze, librarians are certainly handy people to have around, just so you know I'd only be to happy to help you rid you of any mental angst you might be feeling, especially if you need a shoulder, or two for that matter to cry on."

"Thanks for the offer Xander but I should be fine." Buffy laughed, while at the same time giving him a suspicious eye off.

(Later that day)

"Now, can anybody tell me what was one of Macbeth's major personality characteristics?" Mr. Tenert stood out the front of the English class waiting for an answer. Willow's hand rose, but before she had any chance to speak the bell went. "Thankyou Miss Rosenburg, but it looks like we may have to pick this up tomorrow. I want everyone to write one page on any of Macbeth's significant personality traits for tomorrow, don't forget your copies of the text, Yes Mr. Harris that means you."

"Don't worry Mr. Tenert, I'll be here first thing tomorrow morning, in the front row, with a skull and everything, I can see it all now, "To be or not to be! That is the question."

"Very good Mr. Harris, that might have been a little more convincing if you had been quoting Macbeth as apposed to Hamlet." With this Mr. Tenert smiled a friendly smile and left the room.

"So, are we Bronzing it tonight?" asked Buffy while packing up her stuff from the English lesson.

"Yeah, I think I could do with some definate funky tunes to unwind." said Willow.

"I guess that means we're on." Said Xander. "So does anyone know whats up with Spike?"

"Oh, I think theres something going on between him and Anya."Said Buffy whilst they were walking out of the classroom to lunch. "They were having some sort of argument when I saw them yesterday."

"Ah, yes the continual problems of Captain Peroxide and and our very own cash register, Good times, Good times." Xander sighed a forced sigh and pretended to wipe away fake tear just as Mrs. Post came out of nowhere.

"Miss Summers, I was wanting to speak to you briefly about a book you requested earlier this week."She said rather stuffily.

"Book? I didn't ask for a ... oh right that book! Of course, I'll catch up with you guys in a sec, just go on." The other two nodded and kept walking whilst Buffy and Mrs. Post stepped into the library.

"What is it?" Asked Buffy slightly curiously, Mrs. Post generally only ever spoke to her at training.

"Well, oddly enough nothing is. All this hype that the hellmouth has all these problems, but really, there are almost none. Which is why I think it best that we cut your training down to one day a week, and your patrolling down to only two days a week, we cant have the worlds only slayer running on empty all the time. There really is just not that much happening out there."

Buffy was a little shocked by this to say the least, but she didn't want to bite the hand that feeds her. "Really, because the vamps that you claim aren't out there, are definately out there and, getting pretty revved up about something, but if thats what you think then it's probably the best idea. I mean, concil's orders and... what's that noise?" A distant noise could be heard, it sounded almost like a muffled voice.

"What noise? Buffy you must be hearing things, go home relax and rest your senses, I'm sure you would not mind a night off, or even a few for that matter." Mrs. Post seemed to be rushing Buffy out as she was now pushing her in the direction of the door.

"Er, ok then. Thanks Mrs. Post." With in a few seconds Buffy was out the door, but Mrs. Post didn't move an inch until she was certain that she was out of sight and out of earshot.

"Now, now Mr Giles, I thought I made it clear that I wanted you to be as quiet as a mouse." Mrs. Post opened the door to her office where she found Mr. Giles, lying on the floor, gagged and bound at the hands and feet. "Oh Look at this it seems as though Mr. Giles got out of his cupboard. Well then we had best put you back, we wouldn't want young innocent Buffy finding you now would we, young minds are influenced so easilly these days, and we couldn't have you brainwashing her now could we. Besides Auntie Gwendolynne has almost finnished her job for the Master. You see, If I reduce her training which I have as well as her patrolling, she wont be able to stake a vampire let alone the Master, and they will fight, and she will die. Oh But that's not the best part, when he rises he'll make me an immortal, for my loyalty and hard work. Now have some water so that you can get back into your cupboard."

She pulled down Giles' gag so that he could drink the water. "You'll never get awaky with this, if the slayer doesn't figure you out the council will get you."

Mrs. Post lauged. "That girl doesn't have a thought in her head and as for the council, they wont have the power to stop me, once the Master rises. Anyway Mr. Giles I'm sure the coucil wont mind if you take the next slayer that rises, which should be very soon, well that is if your stil alive, which I doubt very much." With this she gagged Giles again and threw him back into his cupboard.

A/N: How was that? Please R&R and tell me what you think, all criticisms welcome! (although happy ones are preferable.) Once again I'm so sorry this has taken me an eternity but I knew I'd get here eventually. So don't forget to R&R!!