Summary: Certain books have found their way to Sunnydale, pre-Buffy.
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Pre-Fic Comments:
I'm not much for writing fight scenes. Sorry.
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The group of vamp killers snuck up to the door of the large building known as the Bronze. The door was locked, so they decided to split up and try to find a way in. Willow and Giles went left, Xander and Jesse went right, and Buffy kept trying to kick the door in.
Jesse noticed something. "Hey, man, how come you've got two gloves?"
He was referring to the single gloves Xander had handed out with the enscribed stakes that protected the user.
"These're hard to make," Xander said, holding his gloved hands up. They had small metal plates sewn onto them. The plates had designs etched on them that wound around the curves of his hands.
"Ohhh," Jesse said. "Hey, man, a window!"
Xander punched the window in, his hands protected, and opened the latch. He crawled in, then stopped Jesse.
"Hey, you go tell the others how to get in."
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Luke, the Master's Vessel, stood at the front of the stage. "I feel him rising. Every soul brings him closer! I need another!"
"Man, you guys really need a new scriptwriter," Xander joked, producing his stake. It had been emptied since the previous night, and no longer glowed with trapped energy.
"I hoped you'd come," Luke said. "The Master wants to meet you."
"I'll have to pass," Xander said. "I can deal with Elder Gods, and school principals, but psychotic vampires are a no no."
Buffy and the other three burst into the main room through the door just behind Xander.
"Okay, Vessel boy. You want blood?," Buffy asked.
"I want yours!," Luke roared.
Xander turned to Willow, Giles, and Jesse. "Okay, you guys start sneaking people out the back. I'll run distraction."
Giles pushed his glasses back up his nose. "I can't let you do that, Xander. I'll do it."
Xander silently held his hands up, showing the plated gloves. Gile's eyes narrowed behind the artificial lenses, his mind working furiously.
"Very well, but we will talk after this," Giles promised him. The three began organising the mortal teenagers who were still in shock and therefore easy to order around.
Buffy was now fighting Luke. It wasn't going so well, as she was thrown into a pile of empty boxes. Xander couldn't help her, however. The other vampires were trying to dogpile him.
Trying. They hadn't mastered the art of all attacking at once.
Xander switched stakes as his current one maxed out. While the enscribed stakes were extremely good at killing vampires and absorbing their energies, overfilling them tended to be a very bad idea.
"You'll tire out eventually!," a male vampire sneered at Xander.
"By then, it'll be daylight," Xander bluffed. There wasn't much hope of him lasting that long.
A female vamp jumped Xander, trying to wrap her arms and legs around her. He worked his arm, which was trapped between them, up. Xander worked the stake slowly into her heart, then shrugged off the statue of dust.
This simple act did wonders for scaring off the remaining two vampires.
By now, Buffy had staked Luke. The world was safe (from the Master at least) for another night.
Giles, Jesse and Willow all sat down heavily. While they had not been fighting, towards the end some people had gotten belligerent. It had mainly been the people of drinking age.
"I take it it's over?," Giles asked.
"It better be," Jesse said. "I'm pooped."
"Did we win?," Willow asked.
"Well, we averted the Apocalypse. I give us points for that," Buffy allowed.
"Willow, why is it that Jesse has similar interests to Xander, but you do not?," Giles asked. It was one of those questions that occur to you at a strange time, long after the appropriate time has passed.
"Because I have good marks and they don't," Willow smirked.
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Post-Fic Comments:
Good scotch is really good inspiration.
Sorry that this chapter is so short, but I really don't feel like writing about cheerleaders.