A/N
Hey everyone! I'm currently staying at The Cooler King's house for the night and I don't have a copy of Darkling stored here. I won't get home until probably late tomorrow night (We're working on the TV scripts... Project One is in the final stages of rewrites, but Project Two is only half-done) when I'll do my best to update. Until then, I typed Chapter 14 and 15 up here. I hope you enjoy them! And the round spongy things! *lol*
I'll speak to you all again soon! Oh, and The Cooler King says hi.
On with the Fic!
Day Three, Thursday, The Hilton Hotel, London, England
"What are they?" A voice asked wonderingly.
"I think they're some kind of... spongy round thing." Another replied.
"They're crumpets." Giles said, matter-of-factly as he strode past, pushing his glasses up.
"Wow!" Said Xander. "What do they do?"
"They give you indigestion."
"You eat them?"
"Of course. They're actually rather tasty..." Giles watched, disgusted, as Xander shoved an uncooked crumpet into his mouth and chewed. "When cooked, with butter and jam."
Xander swallowed. "Hey, you're right! They are good." Xander quickly ate another, guarding the plate of crumpets with his body, as if afraid that someone other than him might possess the insanity to attempt to eat uncooked crumpets.
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Day Three, Thursday, 23 Hill Road, St. Treharne, Cornwall, England
Across the breadth of England and just North of the Lizard, a small grey and white cat turned into the driveway of an apartment block. Opposite the building, there was a picture perfect view of the twinkling lights of the fishing boats as they returned to the sheltered harbour. All was still and calm.