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A Link is Forged by behind blue eyes Chapter Six Not much to say this time besides thanks ever so those who are following this little tale! Big thanks to Sanityfair and Diebirchen for being their awesome selves! Please just take a moment to let me know whatcha thought! Thanks ever so! *4/26/12 Thanks Minx DeLovely for pointing out my big time boo-boo! All fixed now! Thanks Minxy!* _________________________________________________________ “Computer class was completely amazing today! I mean, I’ve worked with binary data before, but this, this was—”
With her wide eyes and animated hand gestures, Willow appeared to be just barely containing her excitement. While Xander clearly seemed caught up in Willow’s enthusiasm, on the other hand, Buffy’s attention was seriously lacking. And this mental absenteeism did not go unnoticed by her friends.
Just as she felt two cool fingers poised at the entrance of her heat, she heard a deep voice purring in her ear, “Buffy”
“Yeah, sounds cool—What?” Buffy’s fork stopped mid-trek through the glutinous white mass on her plate, otherwise known per school menu as mashed potatoes. Buffy absently wiped at her mouth with a paper napkin and dropped it on top of her minimally touched lunch. A weighty silence hung between them, while Buffy watched Xander and Willow exchanging worried expressions and unspoken concerns before they looked back at her with compassion. Great, I know those looks. Here comes the speech. “Buffy, I’m—” Xander’s loud throat clear hinted for Willow to change her pronoun choice. “We, we’re worried about how often you’re visiting, well, as Xander put it, La-La Land. What did Giles say about it?” “That’s the thing, Giles didn’t exactly say anything. Well, nothing beyond what you heard. That we got a week-long break from the baddies, him noticing I was kinda outta it and me needing to get my head back in the game. So I guess he just chalked it up to me playing Ms. Space Cadet to an all slay, no play type of thing. I think that’s why he didn’t really put up much of a fight for us Bronzing-it Friday night. You know, after a little fun-age, everything should’ve been copacetic. Well, they were, until last night—” With a heavy sigh, Buffy ended her drawn out explanation and hoped her friends filled in the blanks on their own. “So I guess it’s safe to say, Scooby meeting tonight to discuss your off-in-your-own-worldy-ness?” Xander hooked a finger onto the side of Buffy’s Styrofoam lunch tray and slid it in front of him. With his fork at the ready, he pushed aside the napkin and tucked into the mashed potatoes.
“Yeah, looks like,” Buffy mumbled glumly, while watching Xander eating her cast off lunch with gusto and trying hard to keep the look of disgust to a minimum.
After almost a half an hour of beating this clearly dead then resurrected then dead again horse, Buffy tried to remain focused on the stake she was fashioning from an old wooden table leg and not Giles, repetitively polishing his well-beyond spotless specs.
“Fine, let’s go over it—again. Okay, we already know this all started after that vamp showdown at the Magic Box.”
“Yeah, I really don’t have much to add, well, except I was at the Magic Box pre-Xander-and-me-napping, and nothing seemed out of place.” “Well, this is something to consider. Willow, you’ve frequented the Magic Box and were friendly with the shop owner, correct?” Giles removed his glasses once more, placing the rubber tip of the earpiece to his lips. “Yeah, I’ve been there a bunch of times. Especially lately for, um, supplies. She was a really nice lady and a talented Wicca. It was horrible that she was, you know, eaten.” Willow eyed her partially eaten chip then dropped the remaining piece on the table, clearly appearing to have lost her appetite. “So it’s safe to say, Willow, since she was a practicing Wicca, her shop carried more than ordinary trinkets and incense?” Giles now chewed on the tip, while his features displayed his internal deliberations. “Yeah, I knew what most of the inventory was used for, but there were some other things I had no clue about. But what I do know is that she really knew her stuff. Most of the time I just had to tell her what spell I was trying, and she collected everything I needed, without even looking anything up.” “Then it appears we have narrowed our search. Clearly, this shop was the starting point and what occurred during Buffy’s time there was the catalyst for her currently increasingly debilitating events. Buffy, do you recall anything unusual happening during last week’s vampire attack?”
While she took care of one, Spike fought the other. With Angel down and the temporary barricades on the verge of collapsing, she knew she had to think fast. She quickly scanned the room and spotted a small display table holding dozen-plus bottles of holy water. When Spike finally staked his vamp, she called over for his help. She looked at him, then to the table, and back. Without exchanging any words, they grinned at one another and stood back to back and started hurling makeshift vamp bombs at the quickly failing blockade—
Buffy was cut off mid-sentence by another one of Angel’s all too frequent, dramatic entrances. He stopped just a few feet inside the library and while the doors still swung steadily behind him, his black trench coat oddly billowed behind him.
In an instant, acting with pure Slayer prowess, Buffy stood and had her stake at the ready. Then, when she realized it was only Angel, she quickly tucked the stake between the small of her back and her waistline, and “just good ol’ Buffy” replaced the Slayer at the helm. “Angel, is there a purpose for your visit?” “Last night when I returned to the mansion, I noticed Buffy had been there while I was gone. I just, well, I wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.” Angel’s gaze softened and darted in Buffy’s direction. Then, just as quickly, it moved back and his now hardened gaze was fixed with Giles’. While vampire and Watcher stared one another down, Willow finally realized Buffy’s distressed state and rushed to her aid. “Giles!”
Willow’s troubled voice instantly interrupted their silent standoff. Since Buffy had yet to recover from Angel’s arrival, Giles hurried over and knelt before her. He examined her briefly before standing and turning back toward Angel, who appeared to be warring with his demon, if his golden eyes were any sign. “I’m not going until I know Buffy is all right!” Angel’s full demonic features rose to the forefront, causing Xander to react by grabbing a stake and standing next to Giles.
“Unless you wanna make like a Kansas song and be dust in the wind, Evil Dead, I suggest you take off!” Xander threateningly stepped forward, his stake raised. With supernatural speed and agility, Angel passed Giles, and using Xander’s upturned chair as a launching point, stepped on the edge and cleared the banister into the upper level of the library and disappeared into the stacks. Still stunned, everyone turned except Buffy, who was still fighting her own internal war, toward the distinct sound of a scuffle accompanied by crass utterances. The group only waited a moment until a distinctive catch phrase was heard, right before Angel roughly yanked a blur of black from the wall of books.
“Bloody ‘ell! Get your meat hooks off of me, you’ll bruise the leather!”
“Evenin’ all. Did ya miss me?”
Kansas is a 70’s American rock band. One of Kansas’ famous songs is “Dust in the Wind.” (Yes, it’s is and not was, cause these guys are still rocking!) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kansas_(band)
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