"We're digging up ancient artifacts before a opportunistic vampire finds them and makes use of them."
"Wasn't Indiana Jones one of yours?" I asked, referring to the fictional heroic archeologist who was also a American.
Perhaps it was a failing of my compatriots of Britain that while in fictional stories we had the Great Detective, and the Best Spy, we were outdone in archeology by a American.
So apparently, Giles couldn't walk, and being of the older age, I didn't guess that he'd be able to. I wasn't a medic, I didn't know what on earth he needed, although any idiot could tell that he was dehydrated, and that he hadn't eaten in a few days.
Chronologically, it made sense. After I had left him when he refused to help me with Angel, that must have been when he was.. kidnapped by evil monkeys.
The thought even make me want to laugh. Monkeys, probably the dumbest demon that ever walked the earth. If I had seen them, before killing them, I sure as hell would have gotten my kicks worth.
"I'm sure after a little tea and crackers... you'll be fine and dandy."
"I realize you're a slayer, but you don't seem to get it. I was locked in there for several days. A "little tea and crackers" isn't going to fix...shhh." I held a hand up, that I could do.
"I hear voices, over there." I pointed, which was about the last of my energy.
"Fine whatever, don't answer me.", I sighed when Wes ignored me. I walked in a different direction."If that ass needs help he can scream for it."
I was walking along and then I felt it; a tingling feeling that started at the bottom of my spine and worked it's way up, then spread through my whole body. It was the similiar to the feeling I got when a vamp was near but slightly different; it was familiar, like something I knew but just couldn't remember.
I cocked my head to the side. Did he just..attempt to yell at me? I brought my hands up, letting him go for a split second to put my palms up in a surrender position, watching him almost fall over.
"Lighten up, would you? You're saved, and there's a hospital right down the road, right? Besides, don't tell me-"
He cut me off and pointed in a direction where there were apparent voices. Vampires, probably. I set him down for a second.
"I'll check it out."
Or..not, he'd probably come with me. Of course, being a watcher and all. I still had to get used to a watcher that actually cared.
I said as I looked in the direction of the people Giles and I were about to attack.
"Okay, so they aren't vampires, unless the British guy over there wants to invite us over for some tea and blood."
That eased my nerves a lot, because one thing I knew was that if they were evil, I could take those two in a single beat of a heart. Look at them! Girl, and scrawny british man. Simple.
"Oh dear lord. We're supposed to be on the same side. I recognise that man as another watcher. I can't place him, but Buffy, trust me. Watcher, he is. So this must be..." I trailed off, looked into Faith's face.
Truth be told, I was using more energy to talk than I had.
"Buffy, would you help me sit down, just for a moment, please? I'd rather not fight other good-guys, if we could honestly help it."
I knew I shouldn't be out this late at night, wandering Sunnydale by myself, but I couldn't help it. Being in the same place, night after night, tends to get to a person. Plus, I really needed the fresh air. And I really didn't think anything bad would happen to me, especially since I was following most of the rules, and I was wearing black.
I wandered from street to street, looking in store windows and avoiding being caught. Along with my window shopping, I became lost and somehow ended up too close to the local graveyard. I was about to turn and leave but I heard voices instead.
Curiousity got the best of me so I snuck through the gates and followed them. I found the small group, two men and two girls, standing around. It seemed they were talking about something interesting so I moved closer. Too bad my dress got caught on a tombstone and I ended up falling to the ground near them.
"S-Sorry," I softly muttered, looking at all of them. "I wasn't eavesdropping, honest!"
I turned my tired head to gaze towards the interloper. It appared to be a girl, a young girl.
A human in fact. There was something about the way she muttered- the lack of confidence that told me quite firmly that she was human.
I still ached in places from my recent battle with vampire willow (most fortunately I had a chainsaw to combat her with).
I flexed my hand and set down the blade of my shovel on the ground while keeping my heand positioned at it's top to keep it's balanced.
"Ah, Winifred." I said and nodded my head approvingly. Her arrival was most advantageous.
"I am so glad you could join us. We were just waiting for the Apocalypse to start." I gave her a warm intense grin.
Meanwhile I was thinking about how much I missed the fish and chips back home in Britain. Ah yes, England. Back to the old days of fighting tooth and claw to keep the Isles from being overrun by Vampires.
I watched in the darkness. I had been accustomed to staying away from people and hiding who I was. Many could not comprehend what I turely am and they looked at me as if I were a disease. But Wesley taught me his ways of living in the world and I fought to avenge his death.
Yet I was not in that world anymore. I am in a new one, that I have not fully understood. Something must have ripped me out of my linear time and sent me here. This Wesley is not my Wesley but he will have to do even if he does not know of me.
I wear this black cloak shielding myself from any further unwanted stares. I watched these people talk amongst themselves. My eyes were not completely covered by the cloak and noticably standing out. I focused my attention on the girl standing near Wesley. It was the shell. She appeared to be alive here and I am not.
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'Bring the shovel.', I went to the back of my truck and pulled out the shovel and stood next to him.
"What are we doing here?"
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"Wasn't Indiana Jones one of yours?" I asked, referring to the fictional heroic archeologist who was also a American.
Perhaps it was a failing of my compatriots of Britain that while in fictional stories we had the Great Detective, and the Best Spy, we were outdone in archeology by a American.
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Chronologically, it made sense. After I had left him when he refused to help me with Angel, that must have been when he was.. kidnapped by evil monkeys.
The thought even make me want to laugh. Monkeys, probably the dumbest demon that ever walked the earth. If I had seen them, before killing them, I sure as hell would have gotten my kicks worth.
"I'm sure after a little tea and crackers... you'll be fine and dandy."
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"I realize you're a slayer, but you don't seem to get it. I was locked in there for several days. A "little tea and crackers" isn't going to fix...shhh." I held a hand up, that I could do.
"I hear voices, over there." I pointed, which was about the last of my energy.
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I was walking along and then I felt it; a tingling feeling that started at the bottom of my spine and worked it's way up, then spread through my whole body. It was the similiar to the feeling I got when a vamp was near but slightly different; it was familiar, like something I knew but just couldn't remember.
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"Lighten up, would you? You're saved, and there's a hospital right down the road, right? Besides, don't tell me-"
He cut me off and pointed in a direction where there were apparent voices. Vampires, probably. I set him down for a second.
"I'll check it out."
Or..not, he'd probably come with me. Of course, being a watcher and all. I still had to get used to a watcher that actually cared.
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I said as I looked in the direction of the people Giles and I were about to attack.
"Okay, so they aren't vampires, unless the British guy over there wants to invite us over for some tea and blood."
That eased my nerves a lot, because one thing I knew was that if they were evil, I could take those two in a single beat of a heart. Look at them! Girl, and scrawny british man. Simple.
"Even if they are, we can take em'."
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Eyeing her over I noticed the scar on her lip. Ok well maybe she had a bit of battle experience.
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Truth be told, I was using more energy to talk than I had.
"Buffy, would you help me sit down, just for a moment, please? I'd rather not fight other good-guys, if we could honestly help it."
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I wandered from street to street, looking in store windows and avoiding being caught. Along with my window shopping, I became lost and somehow ended up too close to the local graveyard. I was about to turn and leave but I heard voices instead.
Curiousity got the best of me so I snuck through the gates and followed them. I found the small group, two men and two girls, standing around. It seemed they were talking about something interesting so I moved closer. Too bad my dress got caught on a tombstone and I ended up falling to the ground near them.
"S-Sorry," I softly muttered, looking at all of them. "I wasn't eavesdropping, honest!"
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A human in fact. There was something about the way she muttered- the lack of confidence that told me quite firmly that she was human.
I still ached in places from my recent battle with vampire willow (most fortunately I had a chainsaw to combat her with).
I flexed my hand and set down the blade of my shovel on the ground while keeping my heand positioned at it's top to keep it's balanced.
"Ah, Winifred." I said and nodded my head approvingly. Her arrival was most advantageous.
"I am so glad you could join us. We were just waiting for the Apocalypse to start." I gave her a warm intense grin.
Meanwhile I was thinking about how much I missed the fish and chips back home in Britain. Ah yes, England. Back to the old days of fighting tooth and claw to keep the Isles from being overrun by Vampires.
Well, at least in American they had Starbucks.
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Yet I was not in that world anymore. I am in a new one, that I have not fully understood. Something must have ripped me out of my linear time and sent me here. This Wesley is not my Wesley but he will have to do even if he does not know of me.
I wear this black cloak shielding myself from any further unwanted stares. I watched these people talk amongst themselves. My eyes were not completely covered by the cloak and noticably standing out. I focused my attention on the girl standing near Wesley. It was the shell. She appeared to be alive here and I am not.
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My lips lifted up in a short expression of a emotion- call it awareness.
I turned my right foot a fraction of a degree towards the place where I sensed I was being watched. By something alive and not dead.
Which made me feel better as undead things tended to involve wooden stakes and dust. Lots of dust.
Whoever it was, I gave them a smile.
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