The whole story is completely finished I just gotta add the chapters :) Thank you to Barnabas for profreading for me. I am such a horrible typer. And also thanks to Red and the Judges at Bloody Quills for awarding this fic 3rd place Best Comedy. It means alot:)
Sunnydale, California
July 19, 2002
Buffy Summers stood completely still and listened over the sound of the wind howling through the tombstones. There was definitely something out there with her. "Spike," she asked, half wanting a reply. "Is that you?" Buffy hadn't seen Spike since he had attempted to rape her in the spring. Was he back, from wherever it was he went to, for another chance to get her alone?
There was another rustling noise somewhere behind her. Buffy spun around trying to figure out what exactly was scurrying around that cemetery. "Probably just a little bunny rabbit." Buffy held her stake tightly as she crept towards a nearby bush. The whole hedge shuddered as something moved inside it. Half expecting a vampire to spring out at her, Buffy spread half of the bush aside with one hand, stake raised high in the other. There was nothing there.
"Okay, maybe we have invisible bunnies. Bunnies who become both depressed and invisible because the other bunnies don't notice them. I bet Anya would love that theory."
Buffy got up, and walked on. She still had to grab some food for Dawn and herself. Ever since Willow was taken to England to be rehabilitated because of magic abuse, 1630 Revello had been a little bit lonelier than usual. It felt strange not having Willow at Tara's funeral. The whole absence of Willow fueled even more despair in Sunnydale. The only person not greatly affected by it was Anya. Then again the recently re-established demon never was really affected by anything not concerning herself.
Xander had been doing very well work-wise; having Willow gone and his ex-fiancé as a demon again is still a heavy load on him though. It seems as though most of his wittiness had just faded away, but not all of it.
Buffy stopped in front of her mother's grave. Things would be so much easier if she hadn't died when she did. Buffy heard the noise again. There was something following her. She thought she might have seen a shadow among some of the other tombstones, but she knew her mind could be playing games with her now. It was late, she was hungry, the cemetery was vampire-less, and now something was probably following her; maybe it was leprechauns. She figured it was probably nothing, but something was there. At least she knew she was imagining the leprechauns.
"Leprechauns; now there's a laugh. Giles did say they didn't exist, so I guess I'm safe from any lucky medallions being thrown my way." Buffy took one good look around, still seeing nothing, and turned to leave while frowning. "I didn't want any Irish gold anyway."