Chapter IV Bamf

"I can't find him anywhere Buffy. All of the books Giles left us... pointy tales and blue skin... nada..."

"Oo but we did find blue tales and pointy skin..."

"Ew"

"Tara are you ok?"

"I don't like it... none of this is right, feels like they d-d-don't b-belong here, they sh-sh-shouldn't b-be here."

"Wo?"

"Did the fuzzy blue demon just do a Keanu Reaves impression?"

"Wo kommen Sie her?"

"Was that German?"

"Buffy do you think those chains will hold it?"

"I hope so."

"Who are you people? Vy am I in chains!"

"It speaks English too."

"Should we talk to him?"

"Vat do you vant from me? Wvere are the others?"

"Others?"

"I'll talk to him Xander."

"Who are you? Why were you in my house? And what did you do with Willow?"

"I am called Night Crawler. I do not know vere here is, so I do not know vy I am here. I do not know wvat Villow ez."

"I'd like to believe you, but there's this little thing in the back of my brain that tells me to be skeptical of guys with pointy tales and yellow eys... call it religious ethnocentrism..."

"I am not a demon!"

"Right..."

"Night crawlers are little rabbit looking things that kill people with razor sharp tongues... I think he's lying."

"How did you?..."

"They're also worms…"

"I have nightmares about them sometimes... look so much like bunnies... eigh!"

"Who are you?... Are you vith the friends of humanity?"

"Oh that's an understatement pal, she's..."

"I'll handle this Xander."

"Maybe you could explain what you and that woman with the 80's hair were doing taking a nap Willow's bedroom right about the time she disappeared?"

"I told you I don't know who Villow iz!"

"Well, you and albino-hair didn't have any trouble finding your way into her room? I swear if you did something to her!..."

"I do not know who Villow iz, vere is storm? Vat did you do to her!"

"Calm down, she's upstairs, and unconscious, now I want you to tell me very clearly how you got into Willows room."

"Look in case you haven't noticed, we have the sharp pointy objects and your chained up, a little more cooperation might be prudent."

"Anya."

"I'm just saying."

"The friends of humanity deserve much more then an explanation from me... how about I show you instead?"

"What?"

BAMF

"Ooof!"

BAMF BAMF

"BUFFY!"

BAMF

"Hit him with the sword hit him with the..."

"Look out!"

BAMF

"Xander!"

BAMF

"No one so young should be tought to hate so much, take me to my friend and you von't get hurt."