Chapter 4Patrolling the First
Buffy and Lia wandered through the cemetery, discussing boys, clothes, and kick-ass weaponry.
"…and then he moved to LA."
"Witoot sayin' goodbye?"
"How did you guess? But then, you and Spike?"
"We were good friends. I deed meet Angelus, but he was more eenteresed een dat blonde off hees."
"Darla, yeah. Didn't think much of her fashion sense. The whole Catholic School Girl thing was soo too young for her."
"School Girl? Dat surprises me. She was obsessed wit fashion when I met her. Den she deescovered dat Angelus had a soul, and left heem. She tried keellin' me soon after dat, when I refused to do a reversin' spell. I deedn't keell her just to peess her off. She hated losin'"
"What'd she try to kill you with?"
"An axe. I was fightin' wit a quarter staff."
"Prefer a crossbow personally. So…I guess I don't need to worry about looking out for you, huh?"
Lia grinned. It was a very worrying sight indeed.
"I tink you should worry more aboot yourself."
Buffy turned. There were two vampires, armed to the pointy teeth with very serious looking equipment. They, too, were grinning.