A/N
Hi everyone! Well it's certainly been a while since I update Darkling hasn't it? I'd like to extend my abject apologies. Life has been… increasingly unusual. However that it no excuse and I certainly hope that I will be able to continue where I left off!
This is just a short chapter but I'm working on the next (as soon as I've finished typing this that is) and hope to have it completed (what do you say to a four page word document?) and posted as soon as possible. Love, Kennie
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Day Six, Sunday, The Florist Pub, Harbour Road, St Treharne
Buffy, Xander, Anya and Willow were sat at a large table beside one of the windows in the pub, striving hard to look as though they were enjoying themselves.
Willow glanced quickly out of the window beside her before looking back at the duet performing 'Wild Thing' onstage. She froze and turned back to the window. No-one was there.
Xander noticed her double-take and followed her gaze. Outside, the full moon shone brightly down on the fishing boats bobbing in the harbour. He shrugged and turned back to the stage. Willow continued to stare out of the window, frowning. It had almost looked like… but it couldn't be. Angel was in LA. What would he be doing in England? In St Treharne of all places. It couldn't have been him. There was no-one there. It must have been her imagination.
Onstage, the duet finished their performance and moved over to the group sat at the table. The female noticed Willow looking out of the window.
"What's the matter?" She asked the redhead. "Didn't you like it?"
Willow jumped and turned around. "Oh, no Darcy. I thought it was great. Didn't you guys?" She asked the others.
Buffy and Xander complimented Darcy and Giles on their singing.
"I didn't like it." Anya said. "Your voices were perfectly harmonious but I didn't like the song."
"Why not?" Darcy asked with a frown as she and Giles sat down.
Anya shrugged. "I just don't like that decade." She explained as the group settled down to do some serious research.
Willow started staring out of the window again, lost in thought.
