Plot bunnies? Is that a bad thing?????
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"Research," Giles said, breaking the silence. "Willow, can you look up anything on the..."
"Net Giles," she said with a tiny smile. "After all this time, its ok to say the word."
"Net," he said, blushing slightly at her words. He still couldn't understand what was so wrong with a good book. "I have some books at home I need to look for and Buffy..."
"I'll take Legolas and go patrolling," she broke in.
"Yes, patrol," Giles said. "If anyone finds anything..."
"We know, call," Willow said.
Giles smiled at the redhead. She was taking this worse than the others. Xander was her best friend, and losing him then finding out what he had become must be killing her. He admired her strength.
"Good luck Buffy," he said. The fact she was taking Legolas with her patrolling gave him a tiny niggle which he pushed down. He had seen the looks she gave him. The same ones she used to give Angel. And why hadn't they heard from him yet? It was not like Angel to not check in on Buffy or if any help was needed. He felt another niggle coming on, but there was no time for that now. He tucked Xander's diary under his arm as he led the way out of the library. It was going to be a long night, he could just feel it.
Angel smiled as he left the warehouse just after sunset. He had to find out what was going on with Buffy and the others. Find out if they knew anything about where Faith was and where this Ring that Boromir was so desperate to get his hands on was. If it was as powerful as he was beginning to think it was, maybe he should keep it for himself.
He walked along the near empty Sunnydale streets thinking about it when he spotted the young woman walking alone. Dinner, he thought to himself as he fell in step behind her.
"No-one?" Buffy said turning to look at Legolas. How was that even possible? Had he seen himself?
Legolas blushed. "There was someone, a long time ago. It was not to be. She loved another."
"I know all about not to be relationships," Buffy said softly.
"The tall man," Legolas said.
Buffy nodded. "I loved him, maybe still do. He was my first..."
"First loves are the ones that stay with you and haunt you all your days," he replied. "They are the ones you never forget."
Buffy nodded, turning her face away so he wouldn't see the tears forming in her eyes. But he had. His heart felt her pain as he took her in his arms and held her close.
Angel dropped the lifeless, but still warm body of the woman. He felt so much better. Nothing beat fresh, he thought to himself. He stepped over her body and continued down the alley towards the school.
No lights on, he thought to himself as he arrived. They must have all gone home. Faith could be anywhere. She had acted so strange at the bar when he had seen her, just before he felt the power surge through him, bringing his true self back. The soul was no loss. It had held him back long enough, and made him nothing more than what they all called him, the Slayer's lapdog. No more. He would see her beg on her knees for mercy and the Angel who 'loved' her before he ripped her throat out. Smiling to himself, he turned and walked down the street, heading towards the first of the many cemeteries in Sunnydale. At least he'd find one of the Slayers there.
Giles had looked through almost all of his books and had come up with nothing about the Diaries or anything that would lead them to it. He had found a brief mention of Belegdagnirion in one of them, but it said nothing that could help with the search.
It was getting late and he was feeling tired. Slowly, he walked into his small kitchen and poured himself another cup of tea. They hadn't heard back from Wesley either. He'd left soon after they had mentioned the Diaries and hadn't returned from wherever he'd gone. Probably running back to England and the Council like the whipped puppy he was, Giles thought to himself as he blew on his tea to cool it down a little. He sat back down at his table and glanced at the books spread out in front of him. Nothing was making much sense. He only hoped Willow was having more luck. He'd not heard from her either, so he was in the dark.
His head slumped down onto the books as his eyes slowly drifted closed. He was soon in a deep sleep, his dreams filled with images of Vampires, Demons and Xander.
Buffy wiped her eyes and took a step back from Legolas.
"Sorry," she said softly.
"Do not apologise," he replied. "Nothing was done that warrants it."
Buffy smiled slightly as she picked up her stake. "We should keep moving," she said. "Its been too quiet lately. Something is coming. I can feel it."
Legolas pulled her close and kissed her forehead. "All will be well," he said.
"I hope so," she whispered as she pulled away and walked off between the gravestone with Legolas right behind her.
Angel growled as he watched the Elf embrace the Slayer. He didn't want her, but that didn't mean anyone else could have her. She was supposed to be miserable without him, not moving on to the next freak she could find.
"Soon," he said to himself. "Soon I'll watch your last breath leave your body and the fire die in your eyes. Soon."
The door burst open.
Giles fell off his chair and rubbed his eyes.
"Buffy?"
"Giles, you have to help me," came a voice he had come to know so well.
"Xander? How can it be?"
Slowly Giles climbed off the floor and onto his feet. He replaced his glasses on his eyes and looked at him. He was different.
"There's no time to explain," Xander said as he walked towards Giles. He stopped when he saw the fear in the older man's eyes. "You know don't you? You know what I have become."
Giles nodded as he reached for the crucifix that had been lying the table.
"They can't hurt me," Xander said as his hand reached out and wrapped around it. Gently he took it from Giles' hand. "I need your help, not your life. There is something coming, something I started, and only I can stop, but I don't know how."
"How typically Xander of you," Giles said at last. "Sit down and start from the beginning."
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"Research," Giles said, breaking the silence. "Willow, can you look up anything on the..."
"Net Giles," she said with a tiny smile. "After all this time, its ok to say the word."
"Net," he said, blushing slightly at her words. He still couldn't understand what was so wrong with a good book. "I have some books at home I need to look for and Buffy..."
"I'll take Legolas and go patrolling," she broke in.
"Yes, patrol," Giles said. "If anyone finds anything..."
"We know, call," Willow said.
Giles smiled at the redhead. She was taking this worse than the others. Xander was her best friend, and losing him then finding out what he had become must be killing her. He admired her strength.
"Good luck Buffy," he said. The fact she was taking Legolas with her patrolling gave him a tiny niggle which he pushed down. He had seen the looks she gave him. The same ones she used to give Angel. And why hadn't they heard from him yet? It was not like Angel to not check in on Buffy or if any help was needed. He felt another niggle coming on, but there was no time for that now. He tucked Xander's diary under his arm as he led the way out of the library. It was going to be a long night, he could just feel it.
Angel smiled as he left the warehouse just after sunset. He had to find out what was going on with Buffy and the others. Find out if they knew anything about where Faith was and where this Ring that Boromir was so desperate to get his hands on was. If it was as powerful as he was beginning to think it was, maybe he should keep it for himself.
He walked along the near empty Sunnydale streets thinking about it when he spotted the young woman walking alone. Dinner, he thought to himself as he fell in step behind her.
"No-one?" Buffy said turning to look at Legolas. How was that even possible? Had he seen himself?
Legolas blushed. "There was someone, a long time ago. It was not to be. She loved another."
"I know all about not to be relationships," Buffy said softly.
"The tall man," Legolas said.
Buffy nodded. "I loved him, maybe still do. He was my first..."
"First loves are the ones that stay with you and haunt you all your days," he replied. "They are the ones you never forget."
Buffy nodded, turning her face away so he wouldn't see the tears forming in her eyes. But he had. His heart felt her pain as he took her in his arms and held her close.
Angel dropped the lifeless, but still warm body of the woman. He felt so much better. Nothing beat fresh, he thought to himself. He stepped over her body and continued down the alley towards the school.
No lights on, he thought to himself as he arrived. They must have all gone home. Faith could be anywhere. She had acted so strange at the bar when he had seen her, just before he felt the power surge through him, bringing his true self back. The soul was no loss. It had held him back long enough, and made him nothing more than what they all called him, the Slayer's lapdog. No more. He would see her beg on her knees for mercy and the Angel who 'loved' her before he ripped her throat out. Smiling to himself, he turned and walked down the street, heading towards the first of the many cemeteries in Sunnydale. At least he'd find one of the Slayers there.
Giles had looked through almost all of his books and had come up with nothing about the Diaries or anything that would lead them to it. He had found a brief mention of Belegdagnirion in one of them, but it said nothing that could help with the search.
It was getting late and he was feeling tired. Slowly, he walked into his small kitchen and poured himself another cup of tea. They hadn't heard back from Wesley either. He'd left soon after they had mentioned the Diaries and hadn't returned from wherever he'd gone. Probably running back to England and the Council like the whipped puppy he was, Giles thought to himself as he blew on his tea to cool it down a little. He sat back down at his table and glanced at the books spread out in front of him. Nothing was making much sense. He only hoped Willow was having more luck. He'd not heard from her either, so he was in the dark.
His head slumped down onto the books as his eyes slowly drifted closed. He was soon in a deep sleep, his dreams filled with images of Vampires, Demons and Xander.
Buffy wiped her eyes and took a step back from Legolas.
"Sorry," she said softly.
"Do not apologise," he replied. "Nothing was done that warrants it."
Buffy smiled slightly as she picked up her stake. "We should keep moving," she said. "Its been too quiet lately. Something is coming. I can feel it."
Legolas pulled her close and kissed her forehead. "All will be well," he said.
"I hope so," she whispered as she pulled away and walked off between the gravestone with Legolas right behind her.
Angel growled as he watched the Elf embrace the Slayer. He didn't want her, but that didn't mean anyone else could have her. She was supposed to be miserable without him, not moving on to the next freak she could find.
"Soon," he said to himself. "Soon I'll watch your last breath leave your body and the fire die in your eyes. Soon."
The door burst open.
Giles fell off his chair and rubbed his eyes.
"Buffy?"
"Giles, you have to help me," came a voice he had come to know so well.
"Xander? How can it be?"
Slowly Giles climbed off the floor and onto his feet. He replaced his glasses on his eyes and looked at him. He was different.
"There's no time to explain," Xander said as he walked towards Giles. He stopped when he saw the fear in the older man's eyes. "You know don't you? You know what I have become."
Giles nodded as he reached for the crucifix that had been lying the table.
"They can't hurt me," Xander said as his hand reached out and wrapped around it. Gently he took it from Giles' hand. "I need your help, not your life. There is something coming, something I started, and only I can stop, but I don't know how."
"How typically Xander of you," Giles said at last. "Sit down and start from the beginning."