Day Five, Saturday, 15 High Street, St Treharne

Xander slammed the book shut. "Nothing!" He said, disgusted, turning to Giles. "The books you bought with us revealed wonderful realms of nothing."

"Well, keep, keep trying." Giles said as he paced the library, open book in one hand, mug of tea in the other.

Willow wandered sleepily into the room. "Morning guys." She yawned, stretching.

"Uh, Will? It's almost three o'clock."

Willow looked surprised. "Really? 'Cause it feels like it's about eight."

"It is." Six pairs of eyes stared at Giles in astonishment. He shrugged a little, vaguely embarrassed. "In Sunnydale at least."

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Day Five, Saturday, Premises Withheld Their Address, St Treharne

Basil padded quietly through the seemingly abandoned house, Snow-fluff beside him. He flinched back and hissed an order as he sensed a vampire approaching. Snow-fluff ran for the open door as a brunette sashayed into the room.

"Oh, a kitty!" She cooed and bent her head to the doll she cradled in her arms. "What's that you say Miss Ammy? Not a kitty?" Her eyes lit up and she smiled as she grabbed the small cat by his neck even as it prepared to flee. Basil fought instead, scratching and clawing desperately.

Ramiculus strode into the room. "Drusilla! You dally with a cat when I send you to retrieve my daughter?" He was obviously displeased.

Drusilla smiled sweetly. "I got you something else instead. It belongs to your daughter." She held Basil out to him, Miss Ammy now tucked under her arm.

"A cat?" Ramiculus sighed. "Oh well, I'll try a bite."

Basil fought even harder, trying to escape; he scratched Ramiculus' face as the vampire brought Basil to his lips and Ramiculus growled in rage.

"It fights me!"

"Eat, you'll like it." Dru smiled mysteriously. "Promise." She whispered

Ramiculus sank his fangs deep into the cat's neck and began to drink. He regretted it immediately, flinging the small cat as far away as possible. "Its taste is repulsive." He spat the blood back out.

Dru looked at the cat convulsing where Ramiculus had thrown it.

"Look." She breathed.

Ramiculus spared the cat a glance. "Loss of blood." He said dismissively, turning away.

"No… Something else…he's being born again."

Ramiculus looked again. The cat got up and walked over to him. It sat down and began to casually wash itself.

"Hello father." Basil said.