Buffy walked out of her house, closing the door behind her. Her mother was working late, unable to question her about her late night outing. She wouldn't tell her the truth anyway, and her mother knew that, but still let her go.
Buffy twirled the wooden stake she held in her hand as she made her way to their local cemetery.
Oh the joys of slaying. Getting your clothes all dusty. Missing could-be dates with your sexy boyfriend... Buffy thought.
Buffy was the Slayer. The one and the only. The Chosen One. In a way, she liked it. She had power. But with power came responsibility.
Those who saw her, got the impression she was a Satan worshiper, when really, she fought against that side.
But they don't know me, Buffy thought. Stupid twits.
"Buffy!"
Buffy heard her name being called behind her, and quickly stuck the stake into her pocket before turning around. Relaxing when she saw an older man dressed in a suit, she pulled it back out.
"Giles, didn't your mother teach you better then to sneak up on people like that? It could have cost you a stake in your heart."
"I'm rather sorry," he said. "How is the slaying going?"
"Nothing's up on the streets, as you can see. I'm headed towards the cemetery," Buffy said. "And I'm guessing, not alone."
"Do you mind? I haven't been patroling with you, in..."
"Ages. Yeah. Do you think maybe we can call it a night? I told Spike I'd catch up with him."
"That boy is no good for you Buffy," Giles said. "You will not throw away your duties for him."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "And you know what's good for me."
"I've been with you for a year Buffy, I know you're not like that."
"Not like what? Giles, you don't know me just because you're my Watcher. You watch. You don't know. Spike knows me, and hello, I know me. And Spike is good for me."
"Ok. Whatever you think, I shouldn't be the..."
Buffy cut him off, throwing him to the side just as a sword came flying in his direction. If she hadn't have pushed him, he wouldn't be lecturing her anymore...
Giles looked up from the ground, surprised and in shock. He watched as Buffy took on the green demon that came after her, with great strength and skill.
She's a good Slayer, he thought. And a good girl.
Buffy twirled the wooden stake she held in her hand as she made her way to their local cemetery.
Oh the joys of slaying. Getting your clothes all dusty. Missing could-be dates with your sexy boyfriend... Buffy thought.
Buffy was the Slayer. The one and the only. The Chosen One. In a way, she liked it. She had power. But with power came responsibility.
Those who saw her, got the impression she was a Satan worshiper, when really, she fought against that side.
But they don't know me, Buffy thought. Stupid twits.
"Buffy!"
Buffy heard her name being called behind her, and quickly stuck the stake into her pocket before turning around. Relaxing when she saw an older man dressed in a suit, she pulled it back out.
"Giles, didn't your mother teach you better then to sneak up on people like that? It could have cost you a stake in your heart."
"I'm rather sorry," he said. "How is the slaying going?"
"Nothing's up on the streets, as you can see. I'm headed towards the cemetery," Buffy said. "And I'm guessing, not alone."
"Do you mind? I haven't been patroling with you, in..."
"Ages. Yeah. Do you think maybe we can call it a night? I told Spike I'd catch up with him."
"That boy is no good for you Buffy," Giles said. "You will not throw away your duties for him."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "And you know what's good for me."
"I've been with you for a year Buffy, I know you're not like that."
"Not like what? Giles, you don't know me just because you're my Watcher. You watch. You don't know. Spike knows me, and hello, I know me. And Spike is good for me."
"Ok. Whatever you think, I shouldn't be the..."
Buffy cut him off, throwing him to the side just as a sword came flying in his direction. If she hadn't have pushed him, he wouldn't be lecturing her anymore...
Giles looked up from the ground, surprised and in shock. He watched as Buffy took on the green demon that came after her, with great strength and skill.
She's a good Slayer, he thought. And a good girl.