***NOTE: Scooby Doo can't talk... yet.

"Velma!" Daphne cried, "did you just kill that guy?" she asked, wrinkling her nose. "Technically speaking, yes." Velma confirmed, dropping the stick at her feet. "Of course, He's probably been dead for decades. According to the books I've acquired, vampires are demons, which have infiltrated the bodies of deceased humans. Their brains remain untouched, leaving them with their human memories when they... awaken. They have an overwhelming desire to kill, an utter lack of soul, and a severe allergy to sunlight. A stake through the chest is one of the easiest ways to rid yourself of vampiric creatures."

"And when, exactly, were you planning on telling us about these books you "acquired"?" Daphne asked, making sure to add air quotes to the already emphasized point. Velma was—for once, at a loss for words.

"Like, does anybody else remember the vampire's last meal is laying on the ground right there?" Shaggy asked, and Scooby barked his agreement. I suppose it could be said that Fred acknowledged the comment before saying, "all right, here's the plan: Shaggy, you take Scooby, and get as many people out of the school as you can. Velma, you know what you're doing, so you go try to find the source of the problem. Daphne, I need you to come with me, help me find and talk down our hysterical Cordelia Chase."

Velma and Daphne nodded, and they all set off in different directions. Shaggy to the classroom window (rather hesitantly, Velma noted), Velma to the front door, and Fred and Daphne to the back in order to keep unnoticed.

Confidently, Velma strode to the front door, pausing only to pick up a stout branch which had only recently fallen out of a tree. When she reached the door, she saw a dark coated figure facing off a fierce looking...

"Daphne!" Velma cried, slamming the door open. The vampire turned around, his eyes glistening hungrily. She gripped her feeble defense with white knuckles, and had only begun to strike when it was thrown from her grasp with a smack.

"this is our fight, Spike," the combat-boot clad girl—whom Velma officially concluded was not Daphne—spat with a bit of disgust. "I'm the one you came for."

Before anyone could do anything else, the door burst open again, and an already-morphed vampire strode in, holding a teenage boy lazily by the neck. Velma shrunk against the wall, going seemingly unnoticed by the dark man.

"Angeles!" Spike greeted warmly, stepping toward him. "Spike, I thought I taught you to defend your perimeter," Angeles chided. "you did," Spike replied. "I'm just surrounded by imbeciles." Angeles nodded his understanding. He moved his arm forward, offering up his catch.

"Want a bite before we kill the Slayer?" he asked, his voice a bit less malicious. Only then did Velma realize the boy was actually conscious, for he began to struggle. Spike must have realized the same thing Velma had, because when he leaned in, it was to punch Angeles in the face.

A muffled noise stopped Daphne dead in her tracks as she and Fred made their way through the halls. It was apparent Fred didn't hear it, seeing as he continued walking a few more steps before turning to face her.

"What?" he asked, furrowing his brow. Absently, Daphne thought how cute he looked when he did that. She smiled a little, but then dismissed it, turning to the janitor's closet.

"I hear something," she said, taking a step toward the door. In a moment she would later write off as fear-induced adrenaline (according to Velma, anyway), she kicked the door in, revealing a pair of terrified looking girls.

"...Buffy?"

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-Alexis Castle