Summary: Certain books have found their way to Sunnydale, pre-Buffy.
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Pre-Fic Comments:
I'm starting to lose the plot, somewhat. While this is fun, I'm not working towards any goal besides what happens in canon.
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The Master snapped his fingers. The three minions present produced molotov cocktails and lighters. They lit the lighters, holding them apart from the petrol filled bottles.
"Ah, but I have done my homework, Lasombra. And I know that fire is very, very bad for you," the eight hundred year old Master said.
Lasombra's mind worked furiously. "You've forgotten something."
"What would that be?," the Master asked disdainfully.
Lasombra smiled. His tendrils of shadow that he had created while the Master threatened him wrapped around the three demonic vampires, immobilizing them.
"That!," Sunnydale's new Prince said. "This conversation has been /most/ informative."
And with that, he melted into the shadows behind the stone cross again and disappeared from the Master's cavern.
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The Mayor looked at the vampire across the table. The contractor was a black man in a suit, briefcase in hand.
"Mr Trick, I've been having some problems with minorities in this town," Mayor Wilkins the Third said, "and I was hoping that you'd be able to sort things out for me, with minimum cost to the taxpayers."
"I'm sorry," Mr Trick said, "but I'm starting a very lucrative contract with another being in two weeks. I'm sure you understand."
Mayor Wilkins the Third stood up, walking around the office to the vampire.
"Well, gosh. This is a quite urgent matter," the Mayor said. "I can't have people disrupting my town, stirring up trouble. It would be a crime. Do we understand each other?"
Mr Trick swallowed. He couldn't believe this short guy could be so threatening.
"S-Sure thing."
"Capital!"
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The masked Toreador looked around the restaurant.
"Tacky."
"Excuse me, madam," the head waiter said. "Do you have a reservation?"
"I'm here to see Amanda," the vampire snarled. The head waiter frowned slightly at her breath, but had the decency to not comment.
"Lady Tzimisce has left orders for you to be escorted to the Red Room," the head waiter said. "Pierre will show you there, and the Lady will see you shortly."
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Back in Sunnydale, the Scoobies were discussing the body found in the changing rooms. A body minus a heart and plus extraneous blood once known as Emily.
"Demon!," Jesse said.
"Human!," Xander retorted.
"Demon!"
"Human!"
It was a interesting and rewarding discussing, despite the lack of depth and rewards.
"Excuse me!," Giles cut in. "Ah, I think it would be a human, since, uh--"
"Demons don't need knives," Buffy completed. "What kinda sicko would want a heart, though?"
"It must have happened right after dress rehearsal," Giles thought out loud, "since Emily never attended her cross country meet."
"Vampire?," Willow hoped.
"Um, I think not," Giles said. "There are various demons which feed off human hearts, but they all have claws."
"Yeah, they got no use for a big ole knife," Xander sighed.
They briefly discussed the implications of a human culprit.
"Ah, if it's human," Giles said, "that makes the whole issue far more complex."
"As if it wasn't bad enough with all the weirdos running around now," Buffy grumbled.
"It also raises the creep factor," Willow said. "It could be anyone! It could be me!"
She paused, as everyone looked at her weird. "It's not, though."
"Demon or no, we have some investigating to do," Giles said. "I suggest we start with your... talent show compatriots. One of them may have been the last to see her alive."
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Post-Fic Comments:
Sorry, but I seem to have run out of fic. Maybe this fic really is tied to stressing over DSPs.