Disclaimer: The wacky couple (that DOES work) is my idea. Everything else (characters, places, mythology--basically anything familiar to any Buffy fan) is Joss Whedon's.

Author's Note: Yes, I truly am sorry that this took so long to update. But here it is. Kinda short, but I know where I'm taking it and the next one wil be up soon, I hope.

Chapter Eight

Cordelia and Drusilla marched proudly down the middle of the street. Their arms were linked together and they eyed all the people at the side. So frightened and yet so tasty looking, Cordelia decided. "Can we have a snack?" she asked as she looked over at Drusilla. Her girlfriend could not possible look more beautiful, especially with the way the moon was reflecting off her pale skin.

Drusilla glanced over at the few potential snacks Cordelia was referring to. "The daisies do not like that idea. But this is a party for the moon and the moon does not care."

"So we can eat?" Cordelia asked excitedly.

"As long as there's room for strong little women to be all nice and warm in mommy's tummy," Drusilla declared as she marched over towards the young couple, a boy and a girl.

Cordelia smiled, grateful for the approval, as she too joined Drusilla in standing near the couple. The two of them were a bit young for her general liking, but she had heard the younger they were, the purer the blood.

"I-I'm sorry," the young girl, around the age of fourteen, said as her lower lip trembled in fear. "W-w-we could m-move. C-couldn't we move, Nick?"

The young boy did not seem intimidated by Cordelia and Drusilla's presence. He straightened himself so that he was standing confidently. "We don't need to move anywhere, Nikki."

"That I will agree to," Cordelia said with a smile as she morphed into her game face.

Her girlfriend mimicked her actions. "You eat the princess," she whispered. "I'll deal with the little prince."

Cordelia smiled again at the suggestion. She lunged forward, grabbing the "princess" by the arms, preventing her from getting any further. She sunk her teeth into the young thing's neck and began drinking eagerly.

Willow and Xander stood huddled together at the side entrance of the Bronze. So far no one had come out of the doors, a fact that was both good and bad. Good in the sense that Spike or Angel had not yet succeeded in killing Buffy; Bad in the sense that the Slayer had not staked either vampire.

"Do we have a set plan?" Willow whispered as she clung tighter to her own stake.

"We wait," Xander told her as he crouched down closer to the ground. If he were any closer, he would be sitting on the cold asphalt. "When Buffy comes out, we run."

"That's it?" Willow asked in shock. "We're supposed to be the good guys. Why aren't we fighting the evil? We're just running from the evil? What kind of superheroes would that make us?"

Xander sighed tragically. "We're not superheroes, Will. We're the sidekicks. The sidekicks are allowed to run from danger."

Willow stuck her lip out in a pout. "I don't to be the sidekick. I want to help. If I run, then I'm not helping anything."

"You're helping to keep yourself alive," Xander offered.

Before Willow could offer a valid rebuttal, Buffy emerged from inside the Bronze. Sweat covered her forehead and her stake was clutched tightly in her left hand. "Run," she yelled as she tore past her two friends down Main Street.

Willow and Xander nodded as they dutifully obeyed. "What's…the plan?" Xander asked as he struggled to catch his breath.

"We run," Buffy explained. "We find Cordelia and Drusilla. Hopefully Spike and Angelus follow us. We fight. We try not to get killed."