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Chapter 6

I'm so beyond bored right now! I hate solo patrols! Solo patrols mean no Faith. No Faith means no kissage. No kisses equal a very bored Buffy! I could say some really not nice things to Giles for this. He brings it up at the last Scooby meeting that maybe Faith and, I should patrol on our own a couple times a week. That way we won't become too dependent on one another. Fooey! I love when we patrol together. Its more interesting, interesting means kissing…do you see where I'm going with this?

Ugh, what makes it even worse is that tonight, just so happens to be one of the slowest nights in the history of patrols. And I'm so irritated because my slayer senses keep going off, but when I turn around there is nothing there. No vampire, no demon, nothing!

I've been pretty much twiddling my thumbs all night. I make an executive decision that I'm going to do one more sweep then head home. As I near the end of this final sweep, a vamp jumps from behind a tree. He must have been the one setting of my senses all night.

"Hey little girl," Little girl? Was that a dig at my height?

"You look a little lost. Good for me but bad for you." I take it he doesn't notice the fact that my hand is currently wrapped around Mr. Pointy.

"That's what you came up with? You're finally ready to attack and that's what you decided on?" He looks confused.

"I got to tell you could use some work." Hey, this is going to be my only excitement all night, I got to make the most of it.

"I will remember that next time."

He charges at me. Finally something to kill! For a split second, a surprised look comes across his face that I'm not running in the other direction, screaming my head off. He throws a series of punches, which I block with ease. But I got to pay attention because his last one got a little too close. I counter with a punch of my own that connects right on target to his nose.

He stumbles back a little bit, holding his face trying to figure out why little ole' me was able to hurt him. He really doesn't know who I am.

"Who are you?" Is he serious? It's been a while; normally they know who I am right off. Offense taken! I bet Faith doesn't go through this. Rude!

"I'm Buffy, a slayer. And you?" I ask, not really caring about his answer.

"I'm…" I don't let him finish before jamming my stake into his heart.

"Doesn't matter." And he's blowing in the wind.

I'm closer to my house, when my senses are buzzing again. Enough of this! I'm tired and I want to get some sleep.

"Are you going to attack or what? I really would like to get home sometime tonight." I shout out to no one in particular.

A good-looking vampire comes from the shadows with his hands high. Letting me know he not here to hurt me.

"I'm not here to fight you." He says.

"So, you have been stalking me all night for what?" I'm surprised by the offended look that comes across his face.

"I have not been stalking you; the word you're looking for is 'following'"

"Yeah, I bet they teach you to say that in "Stalker School." He shakes his head.

"What can I help you with? I would rather not stand here all night shooting the bull."

"I just wanted to let you know that, something big is coming." I don't say anything, waiting for him to continue. When he doesn't add more, it irritates me more.

"You've been stalking me…" He interrupts.

"Follow." Does it matter?

"Whatever. All night to let me know that? Vague much?"

"I thought you should know. So you could prepare."

"Prepare for what? You aren't letting me know anything!" He turns to leave.

"Do I get a name? That way the next time I need vague information about upcoming danger, I know who not to call!" He shakes his head.

"Angel."

"Pretty name." And he's gone.

I'm at the library, a little too bright and early for my liking, giving Giles details about last night's patrol.

"Buffy, are you positive that he did not give you more information about the upcoming dangers?" I told him like a thousand times.

"No, Giles. He stalked me all night and that's what he gave me. His name and 'something big is coming'. That's it." The others walk in.

I can hear the music from Faith's iPod, all the way over here. She should really turn it down, before she goes deaf.

Faith comes over towards the table, places a kiss on my cheek, and sits down. Oz and Willow sit on the steps heading toward the stacks. Cordelia grabs a chair a couple away from Faith.

"Whoa Buff has a stalker?" Xander says as he takes the seat across from me. Faith chooses that moment to take her headphones out of her ears.

"What?" She gives me a questioning look.

"No babe, Not a stalker." I rub her arm trying to calm her down and throwing Xander a look, he sits back in his chair finding something else to look at.

"Did he follow you without you knowing?" She could just keep her mouth shut and we will all be better for it.

"Yeah, so?" She looks up from her current task, of filing her nails.

"Sounds like a stalker to me."

"Well, its a good thing that no one did ask you, Cordy." I say through my teeth. She just shrugs it off.

"Are you okay, Buffy? He didn't hurt you, did he?" Will asks, the worry is obvious to everyone in the room. Oz rubs her shoulders trying to relax her.

"No, he just wanted to warn be about some upcoming bad, that's all." Wishing that this could be the last of it.

"Oh, so you staked him after?" Faith asks.

"Well...he wasn't the kind of vamp you stake, Fai." Cordelia snorts.

"What kind is that?" I roll my eyes, getting more than frustrated with the third degree.

"I don't know! He didn't try to attack, so I didn't either." Giles comes back from his office, with his nose in a book.

"There is no mention of any Angel in the texts." He lets us know.

"So I decided to check the journals of the watchers before me."

"Did you find anything, G-man?" He looks up at Faith, with an annoyed face.

"I have asked you time and time again not to call me that, Faith. Should I even bother in wasting time to let you know once more?" All eyes on her, she just shakes her head.

"No, it would most certainly be a waste of your breath and time, Rupert." She mocks him with an English accent, causing us all to laugh at the look that crosses Giles' face.

"Well, I thought I would give it a shot."

"Did you find anything in the journals, Giles?" I ask, wanting to know a little more about the topic of discussion.

"As a matter of fact, Buffy. I was able to discover something about the vampire you encountered last night." Would a simple yes have been better? He continues.

"There is mention some two hundred years ago in Ireland of, of Angelus, the one with the angelic face." Huh.

"They got that part right."

"What part is that, B?" Faith asks. Uh, never meant to say that out loud.

"Just that he had very clear skin. Not a trace of acne. He must have very good hygiene." There is no way to back pedel out of this fast enough.

"Uh huh, right." She says, not believing a word.

"Nice cover." Cordelia adds in. I'm getting really fed up with the peanut gallery!

"You know what Cordy..." I don't get to go further before Giles clears his throat, bringing our conversation to an end. He reads more from the journals.

"Angelus leaves Ireland, uh, wreaks havoc in, in Europe for, uh, several decades, and then, um, about eighty years ago, the most curious thing happens. He, he comes to, uh, to America, um, shuns other vampires, and, and lives alone. There's, there's no, no record of him hunting here."

"So he's a good vampire, then?" A curious Willow wants to know. I think we all do.

"Well, I wouldn't say a good vampire, Willow. It is rather strange that there is no record of him hunting for such a long period of time. Vampires hunt and kill. It is what they do."

"He could have attacked me, guys. But he didn't. What should we do?" I ask Giles, this is uncharted waters for us. A vampire that we don't slay.

"Well, I would suggest, Faith and you, patrool together tonight to see if he makes another appearance and question him a little bit about this danger that awaits."

Yay! Patrol and kissing!Those two things just go together. Well, right along with killing the undead, but it certainly makes for a better night.

"Are we done here?" Cordelia ask, in an annoyed tone. She doesn't have to be here.

"Yes, I would say that we have discussed all we can at this meeting."

"So...yes?" She can be so rude. Giles takes off his glasses to clean them.

"Yes, Cordelia. You are free to leave." We all hop up heading toward the library doors.

"Great! There are more pressing matters at hand then vampires."

"What is that, Queen C?"

"Homecoming. Duh!" Xander and Faith groan a little at this.

"Already? I've got to find a date." Xander is a little nervous at his current single status.

"Why don't you take Queenie?" Faith says, wearing a smile at the idea.

"I would rather die." They say at the same time. She forgets that he is one of the founders of the 'I hate Cordelia club'.

"You should be so lucky." Cordelia flips her hair at Xander.

"Oh, I can't believe I almost forgot." I'm actually looking forward to it.

"You can't really want to go, B? Right?" Is she serious?

"Of course I do!" I never want to miss a chance to see Faith dressed up.

"The band is playing there." Oz joins in. He needs to wear a bell, because sometimes I forget that he's around.

"Oooh, I can't wait to dance to your music." Willow is practically jumping up and down at the idea. The bells rings. We hurry of to class. Giles looks at the groups as the exit.

"There goes the saviors of the world. God, help us all." He head into his office for some much needed quiet and tea.