Short A/N: If you couldn't stand it when I rambled on in chapter 3 then read the author's note up to where I've written: DEATH!
Any writing underneath that is completely irrelevant.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Nada. Null. Zilch. Are you happy now that you have left me feeling all sad and stuff? I should think so because why would you make me do it if you didn't enjoy it. That makes it completely pointless and oh my god I am seriously rambling.
Author's note: I wrote this two hours ago when I was talking to my friends and I'm to hyper to do a full grammar check. I won't have time to post this over the weekend and I promised myself to post a chappy before lent because funkyhigh begged me to. PLEASE REVIEW! Thank you for the TWO reviews I received for my last chapter. If you actually want me to continue with this story then you have to review. To make you review I have even started my plot. So yes, the first eight chapters were all just me going with the flow. But now I'm all out of the flow because nobody obviously likes the flow. They want ACTION. SUSPENCE. ROMANCE. DEATH! Actually I don't think I'll kill anyone because it would mess up the whole Buffy/F4 timeline because this story slots in perfectly with it all. At least I think it does. Anywho/Anyhoo just out of interest which of those spellings is correct? Too hyper to check. I am so gonna have a sugar hangover tomorrow morning…or at least in a few hours. If you were wondering a sugar hangover is the bit where you stuff yourself with sweets that you get hyper but the odd combos eventually leave you ill. I'm soooo good with naming stuff. Actually I'm not. And also, if you were wondering this author's note is only really long because I feel so bad about writing so little. But at least I wrote. And at least this thing finally has a plot!
The Invisible Woman slipped past the group of reporters unseen. The second she was inside the school building she regained visibility and stormed down the empty corridors. She had no idea where she was going, there was no crowd to follow and the administrations office seemed to be well hidden. As Sue walked she caught sight of some giggling teenagers. All female. They were gathered outside two double doors, above the doors LIBRARY was written in shiny brass letters. She strode past them and pushed the doors open. Three teenagers were sitting around a table talking. A middle-aged man who Sue assumed was the Librarian was standing by the counter reading a very old book. Sue was about to turn around and leave when she heard her brother.
"Whoa! You use that thing?" She heard him say in amazement.
"Only once. It's pretty heavy for an axe." Sue frowned at the odd comment made by the person she recognised as Buffy. The librarian suddenly noticed she was there.
"Can I help you?" he asked politely. He had a strong British accent.
"I was just looking for my brother," Sue explained. The three teens had stopped talking and were watching her in astonishment. Johnny came from round a corner.
"Sue! Oh my god, check this out!" Johnny ran towards her brandishing an odd shaped weapon. Sue took a step back.
"You are never gonna believe the real reason Buff ran away!" he said excitedly. Sue stared, horrified, at the axe. It had a stain on it. Johnny followed her line of sight.
"Don't worry. Buffy only killed a demon," he said reassuringly. His comment didn't make Sue feel much better.
SOMEWHERE ELSE
The drip of a tap was the only sound that accompanied the young slayer's footsteps. Faith glanced around warily at her surroundings. She had just been passing the time of day away by checking out the usual vampire nesting grounds. Her current location was an abandoned house not to far from the main part of town. Faith griped the stake she was holding tighter. She could feel someone's eyes boring into the back of her head. She momentarily debated the idea of turning around. Faith stopped walking and heard a floorboard creak. It was above her. Faith looked up and smirked. Bingo. She slid silently through the old kitchen and up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs Faith thought she saw someone move. Faith walked towards the room to investigate. She pushed the door open quickly; she loved the element of surprise. The room was empty except for a pair of manacles chained to the wall. Faith felt all the adrenaline rush away from her body. She deflated disappointed and was about to turn around and leave when a cold hard clamped over her mouth. The stake clattered to the floor, echoing through the derelict building. Faith's first instinct was to kick her attacker but she was having no effect. Faith tried to struggle but her attacker was strong. As a last resort Faith tried to bite the hand pressed against her mouth. To her surprise her teeth didn't collide with flesh. This guy is wearing armour? Faith knew fighting was pretty useless for now. The stranger led her into the room and proceeded to put Faith in manacles. Faith struggled as much as he could when she realised what he was doing but his grip was firm and tight. Faith struggled to see the person's face in the dark. The end of the struggle left Faith chained to the wall. Alone.