Summary: Certain books have found their way to Sunnydale, pre-Buffy.

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"You guys pick up a common theme?," Xander asked as they regrouped in the Library after asking various students about where they had last seen Emily, the girl who had been de-hearted. "Because I'm hearing Morgan, and not as in rum either."

"Me too," Jesse added. "Me too."

"Uh, everyone I asked said that they saw Emily with Morgan right before she, uh, died," Willow said nervously.

"We have a winner!," Xander decided.

"I fear I was lead to the same conclusion," Giles nodded.

"Well, what do we do?," Xander asked. "We don't slay him, right? We wanna bring him to justice. If it is Morgan and he is human, of course."

"We could set up a complex sting operation where we get him to confess!," Willow grinned.

"Yeah! Me and Buffy could do some under the covers work!," Jesse grinned lecherously.

The Slayer gave him a 'yeah, right' look.

"Uh, I should wear a wire!," Xander said, getting into the spirit of it.

"Whoa, hey, you guys, all we know is that Morgan is a grade A large weirdo," Buffy pointed out, playing devil's advocate. "That doesn't lead directly to murderer."

"Guy talks to his puppet," Xander pointed out.

"And for his puppet," Willow added.

"Well, yeah, but what about the whole 'it's a demon' theory?," Buffy asked.

"What if he wasn't talking for his puppet, and it's the demon?," Jesse asked.

"I'm looking into that, but, uh, my investigation is somewhat... hampered by our life in the theater," Giles hedged.

"Uh, priority check, Giles?," Buffy asked, weighing her options with her hands. "Talent show, murder."

Not to mention getting out of said talent show.

"Yeah, so sad, the show can't go on," Xander said dismissively.

"Principal Snyder is watching us all very closely. Now, if he chooses, he can make all our lives extremely difficult," Giles explained. "A Slayer... and all of us... cannot afford that! We will find this murderer, but in the meantime... the show must go on."

"You just want us to suffer like you are!," Jesse accused.

"This is so unfair," Buffy complained.

"Buffy, you watch Morgan," Giles decided. "Check his locker, see if there's anything there."

"Like a heart?," Willow eagerly asked.

"Or a once-living dummy?," Xander joked.

"I'll pull up his locker number," Willow said, moving over to the computer.

Elizabeth stepped down from the plane, looking across the busy terminal. Thousands of people flooded the area. She adjusted her hat as she began to move towards the waiting car, where an Asian man was holding up a sign saying 'VENTRUE'.

"Is velly good to have you with us," the man said as he opened the door for her.

"Thank you," she returned as he shut the door, getting into the driver's seat.

"Tendo-sama is very interested in what your company has to offer," the man continued.

"Oh?," Elizabeth asked, eyebrow arched. "We have been rather... impressed by how well she has done."

Robert looked around his cell, sighing. This was getting exceedingly boring.

"Almost time," his guard said, looking at his watch.

"Time? Time for what?," Robert asked.

The werewolf unlocked the door, and three more of the werewolves entered. He had had no idea that the Garou had organised so far, and also had not known that they had grown so hostile so quickly.

"Careful, I bruise easily," he joked.

They all ignored him, taking him outside the building. They kept him moving until they came to a pit dug into the ground.

"Here's your stop," his gaoler said, pushing him in.

He fell about twenty feet, and had to burn some blood healing his broken leg bones.

"The sun will be up in about... half an hour," a werewolf yelled down to him. "Don't even think of climbing out, or we'll set you on fire!"

This just got better and better, he decided. Looking around, he found several stormwater pipes -- all rather large, but still far too small for him to crawl into. Robert looked up, and grinned toothily as he saw that none of the wolves were looking down into the pit.

"So long, suckers!," he yelled out, slowly transmuting into mist and flowing easily into one of the larger drains.

Post-fic Comments:

Well, how was that?