Thanks for the reviews.. as to how many chapters. So far I've done one a day. But it's nearing crunch time which will cause me to slow down and actually try to think instead of letting the story take on fully a life of it's own.

Five vampires walked around the corner as Xander finished speaking. As they did, Buffy screamed in frustration. They turned right around and went back the way they came. James of course noticed it, as well as the pale complexions.

"I think you just scared away your prey, Miss Summers." He deadpanned, without any sign on his face that he was anything but serious.

She glared. "We'll talk later!" Then she grabbed her stake and tore off after the reluctant vampires.

"Well, I'm afraid I couldn't get you any proof of her strength... unless a scream counts as a superhuman ability." Xander sighed. "Might as well beat her to the punch, and walk toward Giles. If we don't, she'll head up a search party to drag me there."

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They walked into the library, and found Giles and Willow researching.

"Xander! We were, looking over a report I need tomorrow. Things are kind of slow."

Xander glanced at James, then shrugged. "I didn't know they did book reports on the Frawee ritual. However, since you are doing one. Willy gave me this unique little tidbit. It seems that it requires the blood of a slayer and a coward." He then grinned at Willow and G-man's shocked expressions.

Buffy walked in at that point, and froze. "Ah... Giles... looking like a fish doesn't suit you."

Giles closed his mouth and adjusted his glasses. Then opened it again, when Xander spoke once more.

"As I was trying to sleep here last night, I heard you mumbling. So I searched while you slept. I kind of thought you'd appreciate the information being right where you needed it. So I put it on the table for you."

Giles sighed. "We agreed..."

"Not me. Not ever. If you insist on excluding me, I now have access to resources that will allow me to have a library with the same books that you have. Unless you want me to save your rears without you ever knowing where I am or what I'm doing, live with it."

Willow paled. "Xander..."

"Willow... ask Buffy to repeat what I told her. If she can't, I will. Personally I think you'd probably handle it better from her right now."

Bond looked at the faces before him. These were the ones that the Human race depended on? How in the heck did they ever succeed?

Oz walked in at that point.

"Hi Oz." Xander said.

Oz looked at him. "You're back. Cool." Then he walked over to Willow and kissed her on the forehead.

"OZ, tell him he's in danger if he sticks around us.

Oz furrowed his eyebrows. "Why?" Then he walked over to the teapot and poured some for himself.

Even Xander was in shock at that response.

"Because we don't want him hurt..."

"This is the Hellmouth, Willow." Said Oz, then he stopped speaking.

Xander shook his head. "You never cease to amaze me." Then he smacked his head. "I almost forgot. This is James Bond. He's a friend of my mothers." Then he decided to wait to tell the full story. "She decided to have my father arrested for abuse, then informed James that her alcoholism was endangering me. Then she left. From the looks of it, he's now my legal guardian."

Then he almost bust his gut laughing at the expressions on everyone's faces including Oz. The normally unshakeable werewolf had spewed tea all over Buffy.

Bond was about to speak, when his phone rang. He answered.

Xander and the rest tensed up as they saw the look on his face. Without a word, they started grabbing various weapons. Then they waited for James to speak.

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Mr. Harris trembled in the back of the car. He might have been many things, but brave was not one. The speed that his wife's friend hit him with, scared him more than he could ever admit. And to think he liked the philosophy that cowards sometimes lived longer.

The driver glanced at the speedometer. When he looked back up he blanched at the sight of an eighteen wheeler bearing down on him. He spun the wheel and hit the brakes. Then he hit reverse.

The truck slammed into the car and spun it around. Three figures jumped out. The driver crawled out noticing that the figures were spread out strategically. He drew his gun. Something grabbed his head from behind. He never felt his face get ripped off.

His partner witnessed it, and while grabbing a weapon managed to press the alert button. As it was pressed, something smashed through the window and grabbed him. He was dragged out, screaming as the glass sliced through several vital organs. Then the three figures that he'd seen coming forward bent over. The last thought he had was "How can their teeth be so long?"