Disclaimer: all characters are brain children of Joss Whedon, not me.
A/N: totally apologize for not posting this along time ago. I have been caught up in some other things. Any way dropped some of my other stories so I should be able to update this fairly regularly.
The True About Bats and Dogs
Buffy and Ilyria followed James back into the Watchers building. The night had been full of strange contradictions. Buffy had never seen a blade that could dust vampires. Even the scythe's blade could not accomplish such a feet. James ran up the stairs until he reached on of the practice gyms. He walked up to a metal weapons cabinet and produced the key. Buffy had been holding her tongue up ti know but she simply couldn't figure out what he was doing.
"What happened out there?" she asked stepping up to behind him.
"I told you all that I am not exactly human. Well there is your proof." He said placing the key in the cabinet lock.
"Your moves were impressive but I was referring to the sword." She said watching the side of his face intently.
"It is a shadow blade, a sword made from hell metal. Long ago a Shinto monk climbed the side of mount Fuji where the largest and oldest hell mouth is located there he found metals that had been left over from an ancient battle between heaven and hell." James turned and looked into Buffy's eyes. "The monk found that when weapons were made from the metal they had the ability to vanquish demons. You see the blades them selves are direct conduits of hell fire. That is why the sword killed those vampire." James returned his gaze to the cabinet and swung the doors open. The inside of the cabinet was full of gun racks. Each rack had twenty jet black pistols. "I had these brought over before I left England." He pulled out one of the guns and held it out to Buffy. "These weapons are designed to look like an M9 Baretta. They function much the same as a M9 however they have very little feedback. This is due to the fact that they don't fire bullets however what they do fire is much more effective against our specialty."
"And what do they fire?" Buffy asked looking at the gun suspiciously.
"Ah yes, each clip carries twenty rounds of ultraviolet radiation in plasmatic form. That is to say that each round is actually a hardened form of pure sun light." He said and his eyes seemed to glow.
"How is that possible." Buffy asked a dumbfounded look on her face.
"It's easy enough to produce ultraviolet radiation." James unlatched the clip of the gun and showed her the bullet on top. It looked like paint pellet with green gunk instead of paint. It had a greenish purple tint and reminded Buffy of a goo that kids used to play with back in the nineties.
"So this stuff isn't dangerous to us is it?" Buffy wondered
"Not at all. There are various other types of filling for the bullet casings but I have a feeling we are going to get more call for the UV rounds." He placed the gun back on the rack and pulled out a pair of slightly larger pistols. "These are both modified P.819's they are a variation on the P.9 used by the British secret service. They have been equipped with a burst fire attachment to the front of the weapon. I also had LED lamps and laser targeting systems molded to fit the weapons." he handed the two guns to Buffy who hefted the weapons in her hands.
They didn't feel near as heavy as she would have guessed and the hand grips seemed to fit her hands perfectly. "These are nice, are they coming out of my salary?" She said jokingly.
"Parish the thought. Think of them as gifts from a proud watcher." James smiled and handed her two wooden boxes and a set of kevlar guns belts. "You are forging the way to a new era of vampire slaying."
Buffy blushed she felt like a kid on Christmas morning. Something about being the slayer mad her giddy as a school girl whenever she was given new weapons. "Thanks a lot, does this mean I get to go outside now."
James laughed. "I am going to have Xander start training the girls on the M9 tomorrow and you can take the first squad of slayers out this weekend."
Buffy smiled and walked out of the room. She was quite content, she had new weapons to tryout and she got to go slay some vamps. She had to admit that she liked the fact that she didn't go out on patrol every night but she felt restless not doing anything at all.
With the next dawn came the hassle of a days lectures. Willow had thought she would love getting to teach and she did love it she simply hated the time it took to prepare the lessons which her students never seemed as interested in as she did. Today was different though she was combining her anatomy classes with Oz's cultural classes. They had stayed up till the wee hours of the morning finalizing there lesson plans for the day. Willow walked into the lecture hall that Oz used as his class room she found the room packed with students. There had to be a hundred seats in the place and everyone of them was full. There were even some girls standing up in the back. Willow blushed she was lucky if she got all of her roster to show up to every class. Willow walked to the teachers desk in front of a large projection screen. She opened up one of the doors on the desk and inserted a thumb drive into the computer housed inside. Turning around she addressed the class.
"Hello every one today we are going to be talking about werewolf physiology and how it relates to the social structure of modern day covens." Willow turned to her first slide which showed a picture of a big fury beast that looked more man than wolf. "This is a picture from a popular fairy tale. Now werewolves do not look like this. There are some demons that take on a human appearance but they are not true lycenthrope. A true lycen or werewolf is a human that has been bitten by another werewolf and infected with a disease that causes the victim to change on a genetic level. They literally become wolves. Now there are some covens that perform crude rituals to keep a human victim from crossing over completely these are called pets and have through long torturous sessions lost all of their sanity. Now because they aren't fully werewolves pets have a high tolerance to silver which is why covens like having them around. Now I warn you if you are ever around half-breeds such as these you run and you run fast." Willow changed her slide to a picture of a wolf. "This is a real werewolf. Nothing more nothing less." A hand shot up in the middle of the room. "Yes do you have a question?"
"What about Professor Oz? Isn't he a werewolf?" The girl asked.
"Yes Oz is a werewolf." Willow responded. "Are there any more questions before we move on?" A young girl sitting up front raised her hand. "Yes Marsha."
"If werewolves become complete wolves then how come we never see them like that.?" She asked
"Thank you, that was going to be one of my next points. We normally see werewolves at the height of there blood rage. Can anyone tell me when that is." Again Marsha raised her hand.
"Its the full moon isn't it." The young girl stated
"Quite right, werewolves are driven by the same thirst for blood vampires are the only difference is that since werewolves are essentially just wolves they find there blood by hunting small game. The only time you see them attacking humans Is if they have tried to live among us and gotten caught at the full moon without having feed the whole month. They end up so driven by thirst that they cannot wait to finish the transformation before feeding." A girl in the back raised her hand. "Yes you had a question."
"Where is the professor?" She said as numerous others started looking around the room.
"He woke up late this morning had had needed to go hunting before coming to class." Once she said this half the class shuddered visibly. Just then a scratching sound came form the door and Angel came in followed by what looked like a black and white husky. The dog carried a small rabbit in its jaws and walked up to willow before setting the dead animal on the floor and laying down at her feet. The dog then began to tear at the rabbit starting with it front legs. Moaning elected from around the room as the dog ate.
"Guess that rabbit wasn't very lucky was he." Angel said with a light chuckle.
"Guess not." Willow said petting the dog behind the ears. "I would like to introduce you all to Oz."
"That's the professor." One of the girls said.
"Yes he is a north Siberian husky." Willow said with a bit of pride. She bent low and pointed to the rabbit and the office that adjoined the classroom. Making a audible whimper he carried the rabbit into his office. Several of the students sighed in endearment. "Now where were we? Ah yes Angel could you help me for a moment."
"Sure what can I do?" He asked shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Well I was just lecturing on the difference between vampires and werewolves." She said indicating her new slide which showed a pictures of a bat and wolf.
"Lets see, vampires and werewolves aren't that much different than each other. Both species started the same. Long ago shortly after the death of Christ there was a famous demon who prayed upon the people of eastern Europe. He took on the guise of a bat and wolf to make his victims fear him before they died. One day a tribe was ransacked by a rival village the tribal leader Vlad Dracul fled through the woods to get help for his people. As he ran he stumbled upon the demons hunting path and begged the demon to give him the power to save his people. The demon agreed but only on the condition that Vlad give up his humanity. And thus the vampire was born. Dracula become the father of all vampires. He used his blood to make half vampire servants to do his bedding while at the same time fathered the full blooded vampires that made up the coven hierarchy. Werewolves are much the same, the first werewolf was a Romanian solider who became severely wounded in battle and tried to make it up the mountains so he could die in peace and enter Valhalla however the demon became aware of him and tricked him into thinking he was the Norse spirit of the wind. He told the young man that if he pledged his allegiance he would make him a herald of the gods and allow him to live forever on earth. Unlike vampires, werewolves are full blooded whether they were bitten or born. However the process is long and most werewolves don't even know the full extent of their transformation." Angel stopped speaking and looked over at willow. "That good enough?"
"That's great we will finish this lecture tomorrow have a good day." Willow said which was followed bye the sound of chairs squeaking across the floor.
"Oh one last thing girls." Angel said and everyone stopped in there tracks as he scanned the whole of the room. "While I'm sure this surge in attendance is very encouraging to your professor please stick to your own schedules." With that he turned and left.
Willow walked into the office and found Oz sprawled out on a pillow. She chuckled, he seemed to be much more comfortable these days. She would often see him trotting around the botanical garden located behind the building. He would chase butterflies and hunt for toads. James had purchased a collar and tags for him to keep him out of trouble when he wondered around the city. Willow didn't worry about him if he got run over by a car he would simply heal and unless he came across a car with silver rims he was pretty safe. As willow watched him he rolled over exposing his stomach and started to pant. Laughing willow bent down and rubbed his belly, as she did he closed his eyes and had a look on his muzzle that had to be pure enjoyment. He followed willow around all day and didn't even change back into a human to eat. They walked into the staff lounge around six o'clock and found everyone there but Andrew.
"Andrew still tending to the girls supper?" Willow asked before sitting down in one of the large armchairs.
"Yeah, I think we're running him ragged down in that kitchen." Came Buffy's response.
"God don't you have a leash for this beast." Spike said recoiling from a lap on the face. As soon as he had said it Oz began growling bearing his teeth. "Ah, he's going rabid."
"You shouldn't have said the "L" word." Willow said shaking a finger at Oz who whimpered and laid his head on her lap. "Those puppy dog eyes won't get you everywhere." She said giving Oz an equally pathetic look.
"Does anyone else feel like she's gone of the deep end." Piped in Xander. Everyone in the room cracked up laughing even willow.
"Oh she went over a long time ago." Buffy said still laughing.
James came into the room and everyone went silent. "Well I certainly seem to make an impression. Don't I." He said clearing his throat. "Well I know it hasn't been long since we all came together and I am sure that some of you are not quite settled in yet but I'm afraid I have news that some of you might not like." He said looking over at Xander. "I received a telephone call from England this morning. They are sending us more slayers and by more I mean around two hundred." There was a light whistle from around the room. "They have also sent us a new teacher to help with our fifteen or so elementary aged students. She arrived this afternoon." He cleared his throat again and stepped aside as a girl wearing a long black traveling cloak entered the room. She slowly removed the cloak and instantly all the air left the room. The young girl had shoulder length blond hair and upon seeing her Xander fainted.
She blushed and giggled. "Hi guys it's been awhile."