Disclaimer: The song is by Radiohead and the rest belongs to Joss Whedon and J.K Rowling.
Chapter two Angel time
I want to
I want to be someone else or I'll explode
Floatin? Upon this surface for the birds,
the birds,
the birds.
You want me?
Time is not a line, more an empty void needing to be filled by mere moments of living. A single syllable of a word goes into that void, even the most miniscule movement is placed there as a treasure.
Some people prefer to think of time as a line, people like Dawn Summers, currant resident of slayer central and researcher. This particular point in her time line was filled with 'I am alone in the house and researching (with my clipboard and axe) that annoying tapping in the boiler room.'
Dawn squeaked along the corridors in her new converses and preppy jumper. Her long glossy brown hair swishing over her shoulders, flatteringly. She sidled up to a heavy metal door, a menacing smirk, to rival Spike's, set firmly on her preety face.
"Well hello Mr boiler room, so we finally meet," she cocked an eyebrow at the door, proceeding to shove it open. The room smelt of damp and water vapour, metal walls enclosed her, whilst the gurgle of the large boiler slopped away.
Dawn walked round the perimeter of the room, inspecting every corner for a sign of what caused the boiler to malfunction in such an irritating way. She stopped underneath a cracked pipe, "Gotcha," the young researcher exclaimed, bending over to scribble on her clip bored.
Suddenly a frumpy black shadow jumped at her scratching the skin on her wrist. Panicking she swung the axe round connecting with buttery flesh.
Others see time as a dimension, like the ones in space, a universe of possibilities. Others, such as Lola Walker a slayer of one year and newest member to the "Scooby gang."
Lola was striding down a street with a powerful witch and two other slayers, one a blond angel and the other a brunette creature of the night.
All four had the confidence of five supermodels in one and almost looked it. Lola with her well defined cheek bones, dark brown hair resting underneath her breasts, pools of chocolate eyes and European features. Faith with similar colouring but darker curlier hair, a curvier figure and lighter hazel eyes. Buffy an angel like figure, petite with blond tresses flowing in waves down her back and green eyes, more knowledgeable than someone three times her age. Lastly Willow with fiery red hair, hazel eyes and her face unconventionally beautiful, a mask over all the pain she suffered.
Times like these the four women relished, time to get away from the hustle and bustle of the new Watchers Council H.Q (Slayer central). The autumn air was sharp and dagger like, pinching into there sensitive skin with contempt. The brown and golden leaves had yet to fall, but hung on there breaking twigs like a leach to the flesh.
"I am goddamn FREEZING," Faith said, a shudder ripping through her.
"I know! I just wanna get to the bar alright already," Willow said. Buffy and Lola gave nods of consent, as they were to busy rubbing there hands together to talk. The four women fell silent, a rare moment of not knowing what to say. Lola fiddled with a gold necklace round her exposed neck, Faith started to suck in air through her teeth, making a rude sound. Thankfully the tension was short lived, as Buffy's phone started to vibrate then cackle out the tune of "Dontcha wish you're girlfriend…"
"Hello? Yes this is she," Buffy stopped abruptly. "I'll be right over, hold on and don't move," she said firmly before flipping the phone cover down, and striding in the other direction.
Willow glanced at Faith who in turn glanced at Lola who hurried to catch up with the blond.
000
"I CAN'T BELIVE THIS DAWN IS ALWAYS GETTING INTO TROUBLE!" Buffy shouted as the four women walked through the winding streets of Cleveland.
"Listen B I know you're pissed cuz you coulda got laid. But Dawn is still a bit young for her age and you've gotta hold some responsibility for that," Faith chided. Buffy huffed and quickened her pace.
Time can come in different shapes or forms, 'time to go to work,' 'time to spare,' 'no time' and 'wasting time' at this moment Buffy felt she was wasting time, time she could be using as Faith put it 'getting laid.'
A sudden scream shook the chilled September air making few birds scatter. The four women gave each over looks before sprinting of in the direction of the ally it had come from.
There in the middle of the grimy path, with its graphitized walls, were seven vampires cornering set of red headed twin boys. The position they were in was uncomfortable and an odd one at that.
"STUPIFY," one of them was saying while the other was trying to kick the fiends away.
Lola, Buffy, Faith and Willow ran into the horde of demons, a charge causing through them, Faith pinned a silk clad vamp to the wall, before turning it to dust. Buffy was enjoying a little one on one with the strongest and clear leader.
"Well really you're just a disgrace to the whole vampire's are evil thing, you don't even growl like you're evil, what is that like a gurgle even I can do better than that!" Buffy quipped dodging each punch expertly. The enraged demon lunged forwards, landing right on her stake. "Oops a daisy," Buffy giggled.
The vampires were no cleverer than a flobber worm and soon their ashes were floating in the wind, at peace with the elements.
They all stood there facing each other. The two twins were wearing matching outfits, a pair off dark baggy ripped up jeans, jumpers in white, a logo etched on the front and surprisingly clean red converses clashing strongly with their hair.
"Merlin that was… well it was…Who are you?" A bewildered twin asked. His eyes full of glittering golden flames, dancing in the contrasting silver moonlight.
"We're part of a special detective agency called The Watchers Council. You are?" Lola recited hastily, wiping dust on her tight fitted drain pipes.
"Uh.Yeah us to," the next twin said, his eyes where a deeper shade of golden an eternity of time stored in those depths.
"But you're not from Cleveland are you. You guys are English, like Lola here," Faith said pointing to said person.
"No we're here on business," the two red heads said at the same time.
"What are those," Willow asked suspicions showing in her gaze. She pointed at the bits of stick in their hands, but before the two could answer Buffy had a question.
"What's you're agency called?"
"The Order," the twin with fiery eyes replied.
Once he said that his brother kicked him in the shins and said "Well we better be going thanks for saving us! You guys are really sexy! Bye."
They both turned and ran out the ally. Lola blinked and pouted, Willow scrunched up her nose and opened her mouth a couple times, Buffy cocked her head to one side and frowned and Faith winked and smirked at there behinds.
Fucken Well, come and find me.
I'll be waitin?
With a gun and a pack of sandwiches.
And nothin? Nothin, nothin?
You want me?
Well, come and break the door down.
You want me?
Fuckin Come and break the door down.
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
Dawn looked at the small space surrounding her. She was already starting to feel claustrophobic; the metal walls seemed closer together now.
"Come on Buffy where are you? How can I get myself out this mess on my own?" She muttered.
Her long brown hair was matted, and she had bitten her nails right down to the flesh. At her feet lay a discarded clip bored and a... Axe covered in droplets of greenish blood.
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