Buffy: Innocent Blood Chapter 6

Chapter Six
June 12th, 1998 Boca Del Infierno (Sunnydale)

Try it again, Giles said. THWACK! the stick cracked loudly as it met Giles own staff. Is this really necessary? Xander asked, stepping back. It certainly is, Giles replied. Proper knowledge of the staff leads to an understanding of the more complex weapons. Xander held up a hand. So this little Robin Hood thing were doing here is gonna help me understand the crossbow? What is it about the crossbow? Giles muttered. Why does everyone always want to jump straight to the crossbow? Simple, Giles. Damage at a distance. Get them before they get you, you know? Xander shook his head. Why is that such a mystery? Giles frowned. Never mind. Lets just continue, shall we? Willow smiled as the clack of wood on wood sounded out across the library. She busily typed away, looking up things in Ms. Calendars notes and doing some of the research Giles had asked her to do. When she had a spare moment, she would search for articles or details about the Parsis, but even things peripherally related to them had been removed from the web-- or at the very least closed off to her. Oz has been having trouble finding stuff as well, she thought as she sipped on her tea. So its not just me. She glanced up as the computer cycled, hopping to another page. Xander worked hard; he had his concentration face on, which he normally reserved for those rare times he crammed with her before tests. In a small way Willow felt proud of him. He hadnt run off after Buffy; hed been reasonable and had stayed in Sunnydale and had started training with Giles the day before. He didnt really like the slow pace Giles set, but Willow knew that deep down Xander accepted that Giles knew his stuff-- Buffy was still alive, right? So Xander had acceded to-- albeit grudgingly at times-- Giles curriculum. And he may not be an A student like Buffy, but hes a solid B. Which is really good for him. The computer loaded the page slowly, so she returned her gaze to Xander. His moist shirt stuck to him; his brown eyes radiated an intensity that she hadnt seen often. She sighed softly as she watched him work with Giles, his hair damp in the back. He is so cute when he concentrates, Willow mused, watching him far more closely than usual. He does that little thing with his eyebrows and his lips and ooh..... She shook her head. Bad Willow. Bad. Bad, bad, bad to be thinking of Xander like that while Xander is a member of the I grope Cordelia club. She frowned at herself and glanced up again at Xander, caught herself doing so, and looked back at the computer. Bad. But the computer only made her frown all the more. Shed tried a very indirect route to find out more about the Parsis, working through a cultural database about Iran and Iraq. All of the Muslim links worked fine, as did most of the other social and religious links. Jews for Allah? she wondered at one of them. That has to be more trouble than its worth. But without exception,
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all of the links to the Parsis-- and something known as Zoroastrianism-- had been greyed out and didnt work. Well, all right, this page is a dud. But at least it gave me something new to look up. Willow highlighted the word ZOROASTRIANISM, returned to the search page, and pasted it into the search parameters. NO MATCHING PAGES the screen told her helpfully. Oh, no, not that easy, you dont, Willow said under her breath. She called up all of the other search engine pages and started pasting away, sending them off to do their work. But unfortunately, the phrase NO MATCHING PAGES kept popping up. Dammit! she said softly. Ow! Xander called out, distracting her. Are you okay? she asked. Xander glanced over at Willow, shaking his hand. Nope, he said, sticking a finger in his mouth and glaring at Giles. Little John over here got carried away with our training. Giles leaned over toward Xander, squinting a little to examine the boys hand. What? Xander asked. Let me see it, Giles said, taking Xander by the wrist and pulling him closer. Hey! Xander exclaimed. Havent you done enough damage already? Giles gave him the oh do shut up look. You know, Giles, Xander continued as the librarian examined his hand, Im beginning to understand why Buffy used to complain about you all the time. Giles looked up, surprised. Buffy used to complain about me? Xander realized at once hed unintentionally struck a nerve. Well, yeah, you know... things like, That Giles, he drives me hard, but its for my own good. That sorta thing. Giles raised an eyebrow. Yes. I can just hear her saying that. He returned to examining Xanders hand. Xander turned to Willow and mouthed Help me! Willow nodded. She was, Giles. She was always saying how she knew the training would pay off for her. Giles released Xanders hand. Its fine, he said, gesturing to it. Itll probably sting for a while. Giles, I didnt mean-- Giles cut him off abruptly. I know what you meant, Xander. He glanced at Willow, then back at Xander. Im not cross with you. If anything, Im angry with myself. Buffy rather spoiled me as a student. I suppose its not very fair to hold you up to her standards. Xander blinked. What? Giles shrugged. Buffy was an extraordinarily fast study. Anything that had to do with combat, or the more physical aspects of slaying, she picked up straight away, and become proficient at it almost immediately. He adjusted his glasses. Buffy is considerably stronger than we are because she is the Chosen One. But she has a natural coordination and an aptitude for thinking on her feet that Ive never even heard of in a Slayer. Giles sighed. It was quite a remarkable thing to see, actually. Xander folded his arms. Well, I know Im just the second string guy, Giles, but thanks for the support. Giles shook his head. No, no, Xander. Youre doing quite well. I know youre impatient-- everyone is when they start the training-- but youre doing well. Theres no shame in not being as fast a learner as the Slayer. Well, when you put it that way...
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Xander, Willow said, and he turned to face her. Giles is trying to compliment you. Xander raised his eyebrows. And? Willow said, So stop being such a blockhead and let him. Xander nodded. Okay. Okay. He turned back to Giles. Okay. Praise accepted. So now what? Giles checked his watch. Lunch, I think. The door swung open. Ive got that covered. Willows face beamed. Oz! she said. Guilty as charged, he said, smiling at her as he set a small carton on the table. Giles frowned slightly, but Xander moved to Oz and clapped him on the back. Oz comin through with the munchies. Thanks, man. I dont care what they say about you, youre all right in my book. What book is that? Oz asked him, but Xander couldnt reply because he had fished an egg roll out of one of the white paper bags and was munching away. This is very considerate of you, Oz, Giles said. Can I reimburse you? Its really sweet, Willow said, taking his hand. Oh, no, payment isnt necessary, Oz said to Giles. He turned to Willow. You, however, can give me a kiss. Gladly, Willow told him. Xander stopped in mid chew as they pecked briefly. So explain to me again why that bothers me? My cousin works at the Green Dragon, Oz told them. I can mooch a meal from him once in a while. He smiled. Usually I reserve the privilege for the Dingoes, but I figured you guys could use a break. Thank you, Giles said, removing a container and opening it. Beef broccoli, he announced. Excellent choice. So, Oz, Xander spoke, taking another egg roll, this is what, two days in a row you showed up at the school? Willow shot Xander a dirty look. I know, man. Bad habit. Oz pulled a slip of paper out of his breast pocket. Actually, its your fault, he said, pointing at Giles. My fault? Giles asked. How so? Oz waved the paper. Yep. You gave me this Get Into Jail Free card so I could come and visit Willow. Oz! she said. He looked down at her; Willow shook her head no. You didnt give me this so I could come and visit Willow? Willow and Giles shook their heads no. Whoops. I issued that pass so you could assist Willow in her research on the computer. Ah, I see, Oz spoke. Yeah, the gettin to see Willow thing is just a little side benefit, Xander piped up. Xander! Willow scolded him. Will, theres only one terminal here, Xander reminded her. How much assistance could he give you? Willow gave him another dirty look. Its not like you two can type at the same time or anything, Xander said.
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Willow scowled at Xander and said plaintively, Giles! Giles held up his hands. Im quite happy to spectate this one, thank you, he said, sticking his fork into the beef broccoli. No, its okay, Oz said. Really. In fact, I expected it before this. Expected what? Willow asked. Oz nodded at Xander. I knew this would happen with him. Knew what would happen with me? Xander challenged him. Oz stuffed the pass into his pocket and folded his arms. Buffy withdrawal, he said. What? Xander and Willow asked in unison. Oz looked at Willow but gestured to Xander. He misses Buffy. I miss Buffy too, Willow argued. Oz shook his head. Not like he does. Oh, Willow said. Understanding dawned on her. Ohhhh. Xander glanced back and forth between them. Did I miss something? he asked. Present tense, Oz corrected him. You miss Buffy. Of course, Xander replied. We all do. Oz winked at Xander. Not like that, we dont. Xander shook his head. Oh man, that is so... I mean... you know, me and Buffy, we... He looked at Oz. Im dating Cordelia! he said. Oz moved over to Xander and patted him on the back. Here, he said, holding up a small container. Water chestnuts. Theyll help. How, exactly? Xander queried. Eat em and find out, Oz replied, a half-smile on his face.
Joyce checked her watch again and turned away from the window, resuming her pacing toward the rear of the gallery. Several pieces still remained from the recent exhibit, though most of the larger items had sold. The show featured art deco work, and the gallery reflected that theme. Joyce swiveled around a tall lamp with stylized human figures supporting the upturned smoked-glass shade. Looks like something out of the Batman films to me, she thought as she neared the back wall. But then, art deco never was a favorite of mine. She glanced at the pieces left. Or, judging by the sales, anyone elses, either. Shed made her money, but the profit hadnt been as high as shed hoped. Maybe these pieces that Raymond has will bring in a little more. Listen to me, Joyce said, stopping to get a cup of water from the Minniehaha machine. Profit, profit, profit, and he made a point that I was someone he could trust. She drank the cup down and tossed it in the wastebasket. Hopefully I can do both; keep his trust and make some money. The chime rang, and Joyce moved to the door. Although the art deco exhibit still ran, she hadnt had any serious customers in the last few days, and she hoped that the visitor was Stark. Id rather look ahead to his exhibit than dwell on my less than stellar success with this one. Joyce opened the door; a slight frown came over her face; a tall woman with dark hair stood waiting, clad in a very expensive dress suit, holding a large wooden box. Mrs. Summers? the woman asked, a southern twang evident in her voice. Joyce, she corrected the woman. And you are? Ahm Melanie Stahk, she smiled. Raymonds niece?
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Oh, Joyce smiled. Nice to meet you. Can I help you with that? Ahve got it, Melanie smiled. You could hold the daw, though. Sure, come right in, Joyce said, sliding the stopper on the door so that it stayed most of the way open. Melanie entered the gallery, her heels clicking on the floor, and Joyce raised an eyebrow. They must grow them big where the Starks come from, she thought; Raymond was a large man, and Melanie would be tall even without the three-inch heels she wore; in them, she fairly towered over Joyce. Is Mr. Stark coming? Joyce asked. Melanie set the box down and turned to face Joyce. Uncle Ray? Oh, he got a phone cawl, is all. Hell be in shawtly. She smiled and approached Joyce. Ahm pleased to make yaw acquaintance. Uncle Ray told me awl about you. She extended a long arm. Joyce shook her hand. He didnt mention you, she replied. Didnt he? Melanie asked, surprised. Well, hes such a busy mayen. Sometimes Ah think hed fugget his haid if it wasnt sewn on. She laughed, and Joyce chuckled with her. Like her uncle, Melanie possessed a certain charm that Joyce found difficult to ignore. So, are you his business partner, or...? Melanie put a hand to her chest. Me? Heavens no. Ah jus studied a little history in college, thats awl. The way uncle Ray acts, yuhd think Ah was a prafessa or somethin. She smiled. He does so like to keep things in the family, though. Joyce nodded. So I see. Melanie laid a hand on her shoulder. Why dont you come on out to the car and tawk to Uncle Ray? Ahll get the boxes. Are you sure? Joyce asked. You dont want any help with them? Not at awl, Melanie assured her. Yall just sit and tawk business, and Ahll take care of everything. Joyce shook her head. Okay, if thats how you want it... Oh, Melanie smiled, Ah insist. Joyce smiled. Okay, then. Lead the way. Melanie took Joyce outside to Starks long dark sedan and ushered her into the back seat. The second Stark saw Joyce he waved her inside. Joyce slid into a very comfortable seat, smiled in greeting, and then tried to look out the window in an effort to give Stark some privacy. No, tomorrow, he said. I think tomorrow will be better. A pause, and then, Things will be in better shape tomorrow, trust me. Well take a look and gauge how everything is. Then Ill decide. He held his hand over the phones speaker. My accountant, he apologized. He wants you to take on some of the larger pieces in my fathers collection, but I wanted to see the gallery first. Stark smiled. Hes a little uptight. Joyce replied, Arent all accountants? Stark laughed softly. Touch, Joyce. After a short space he lifted his hand. No, no, listen to me. Well take a look tomorrow, understand? Theres no reason to hurry. Theyve been there long enough. One more day wont kill anyone. All right? A short pause. Excellent. Good-bye, then. He hung up the phone. I apologize for that, Joyce. Not at all, she assured him. No, its terribly rude of me, really. He smiled. Id really like to have a look at your gallery, you know. Why dont we go inside, then?
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I thought youd never ask, he told her. After you. Joyce stepped out of the car, and Stark followed her. Melanie passed them carrying a smaller box than the first one Joyce had seen her with. Are you sure we shouldnt help her? Joyce asked as they walked toward the gallery. Stark shook his head. Melanie is much stronger than she looks, he told her. She excelled as an athlete as well as a scholar in college. He smiled. Texas A&M, and she graduated double major, history and architecture, of all things. She also captained her lacrosse team, soccer team, and volleyball team. And shes pretty good with gymnastics. Really? Joyce asked. Buffy was into gymnastics, before she... started killing vampires. She seems awfully big to be a gymnast. Stark smiled paternally. Thats what her coach said, he told Joyce, opening the door and ushering her inside the gallery, until he saw her floor routine. Suddenly she had made the team. Theyd never seen anyone that tall move with such grace. Joyce turned to regard him. You seem awfully proud of her, she said. Stark waited until Melanie left the store and spoke in a whisper, Shes like a daughter to me, Joyce. I know shes my niece, but weve always been close. I dont have any children of my own, but I feel like a sire to her. Thats very sweet, Joyce said. You know how it is, Joyce, dont you? Didnt you say you had a daughter of your own? Joyce swallowed. I dont remember saying anything to him about Buffy. Why, yes I do. Id love to meet her sometime, Stark said. If shes anything like her mother, Ill bet shes extraordinary. Joyce tried not to blush at his compliment. Shes in L.A. with her father, visiting, she told him. Your husband lives in L.A.? Stark asked. Ex- husband, Joyce supplied. Im sorry, Stark said. Not at all, Joyce told him. We parted pretty amicably. Stark nodded. Thats good. So much better when people can get along, even under difficult circumstances. Joyce nodded in agreement and Stark asked, So this is the gallery? As the words left his lips Melanie entered with another box. How many more, dear? he asked her. Total ah seven, she replied. Just three mow to go. She gave them both a big smile. Be raht back. This is the gallery, Joyce said, answering his earlier query. Stark tilted his head back and looked at the high white ceiling; he stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked around slowly, examining the layout of the room. Joyce watched him as he moved; his steps were measured and cautious, and after a moment she realized he had closed his eyes. But as he made his way across the gallery, he didnt even brush against any of the displays, or make contact with anything in the room at all. He moved toward a display pillar that stood at eye level for Joyce, and about shoulder height for he and Melanie. He stopped as he neared it, removing his hands from his pockets and placing them atop the stand. This is it, he said, and he turned to face Joyce. His brown eyes nearly glowed. Well put the main piece there, and the rest... he trailed off, laughing softly. Im sorry. Its really your area of expertise to arrange these things, isnt it?
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More or less, Joyce agreed, amused by his intensity. But I like to think Im open to suggestion. Stark put his hands back in his pockets. Well, there is a special piece that well have on display that we wont be selling. He smiled. This one I am attached to, and Melanie has convinced me that its too valuable to let go. He shrugged. Its a pity, really, because its such a gorgeous item. Much nicer than the others. But it really helps the display. Do you have it with you? Joyce asked. Melanie entered the shop with two smaller boxes; she stacked them atop one of the larger ones. Dear, Stark said. Did you bring in the centerpiece? She nodded no. Saved that fah last. Do bring it in. Joyce wants to see it. Melanie nodded and smiled. Shoah thing. You two seem to get on so well, Joyce remarked. Stark tilted his head. Were family, Joyce. Family should always get along, dont you think? Joyce nodded politely. Of course. Melanie returned quickly, carrying a wide rectangular box, made of wood like the others. She brought it to her uncle and handed it to him. He took it to one of the shorter stands and set it down. If you would be so kind, Joyce, he said, gesturing to it. A simple wooden bar sealed the box, unlike any latch Joyce had ever seen before. She removed the bar and handed it to Melanie. Joyce reached over and lifted the lid off the box and set it down at the foot of the stand. A scarlet cloth shrouded whatever lay inside; Joyce peeled the fabric back to reveal a metal disk, almost a foot in diameter, with an open center. A jagged design ran along the flat side of the disk, and there were nine pale blue stones set in it, each equally distant from the next. It looked to be made from silver and gold, and the outer edge appeared very sharp. What is this? Joyce asked, her voice soft with awe. That is the heirloom of the Stark family, Raymond said. We have possessed this item for generations. It was stowlen, breeflay, Melanie added. But we wuh ayble to recuhvuh it. Joyce was transfixed by the disk. Its beautiful, she murmured. Stark and Melanie shared a look; Stark nodded, as did Melanie. Its the very thing that will draw them in, he told Joyce. You got that right, she whispered, unable to take her eyes off if it. Stark waited for a few minutes, then cleared his throat. Shall we set up the other pieces? he asked. Or would you rather wait until morning? Hmm? Joyce responded absently. She raised one hand to touch the disk. Ah wouldnt, Melanie warned her. What? Joyce asked, still captivated by the disk. Ah wouldnt touch thayat. Not the brightest uhv ideas. Oh, Joyce mumbled. Why not? Stark moved to her and carefully folded the cloth over the disk. Joyce blinked as if she were coming out of a trance. Why shouldnt we touch it? Stark placed the lid on the box. Its very fragile, though it doesnt look it. Even the lightest touch could break it apart. We dont want that, do we? No! Joyce said, surprised by the urgency in her voice. Well just keep this one with us until the exhibit opens up, Stark said, Safer that way, dont you think?
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Joyce nodded, regaining control of her senses. Sure. Absolutely. Stark smiled and took her hand. And I think that is our cue to leave. Good-bye, Joyce. Good naht, Melanie said. Bye, Joyce managed as the two of them left the gallery. What was that thing?? Joyce asked herself as they drove off.
So guys, are we done? Cordelia asked as she slipped out of her car and approached Xander and Giles. The two men sat on a bench in the cemetery, both of them looking very bored. Cordy! Xander piped up. Hey Giles, its Cordy! Cordelia smiled and ran to Xander, embracing him tightly and kissing him full on the lips. This is really getting to be a pattern with you two, Giles said, but they didnt hear him. After a moment they parted, and Xander tore his gaze away from Cordelia with some difficulty. So are we done? Giles frowned. Xander its only-- He glanced at his watch. My goodness, he said. Its ten thirty. Hey, G, time flies and all that, Xander said. Can I go? Of course, Giles said, standing up. I wouldnt want to keep you from your rendezvous. Hey! Cordelia said. I didnt mean that kind of rendezvous, Giles added hastily. I just meant that I wouldnt want to stand in the way of any of your planned activities. Both Cordelia and Xander stared at Giles. Never mind, he said. Im going. See you at ten tomorrow, Xander. Giles, the schools closed on Saturday. Giles rubbed his chin in thought. Come over to my apartment. Theres a courtyard there, we can train. He walked off toward his car. He seems preoccupied, Xander said, but Cordelia cupped his chin and kissed him long and deep, sliding her tongue into his mouth. They separated breathlessly, and Xander stared into Cordelias dark eyes. And he wouldnt be the only one. Ive got someplace special to take you tonight, Cordelia said softly. Xander wriggled his eyebrows. Special is good. Special I like. Come on, Cordelia told him, taking his hand and leading him toward her car. As she did so, Xander took in her outfit; she wore a tight red short sleeve sweater and matching snug little shorts. Even her shoes were red. Gotta hand it to Cordy, she knows how to work a theme. Youre looking awfully red tonight, he said as they reached the car. Cordelia smiled and ran a finger down his nose. You noticed. Xander shook his head. Be kinda hard not to. She opened the door. Get in. Xander did so. Cordelia sank into the drivers side and peeled out, zipping through a yellow light and accelerating quickly. Xander watched her as she drove; Cordelia seemed to be fully focused on the road, her eyes watching out for traffic and her whole frame melding into the car. He looked up and down her body, and continued staring at her face.
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At the very edge of her vision Cordelia could see that she had completely captivated Xander. Good, she thought. Now that I have your absolutely undivided attention... She took a corner quickly and sped onto a deserted access road, revving the engine and zooming down the dark street. In a matter of minutes they reached her destination, the hills that bordered Sunnydale along the north side of town. Cordelia found it difficult for her to keep her eyes off Xander. She could almost hear him panting as she drove, and it took a great deal of self-control not to smile. She pulled around to the edge of the gravel parking area that overlooked Sunnydale and continued staring out ahead, looking down on the town. Xander managed, after several minutes, to peel his eyes off of her and stare out the window. Cordelia risked a brief glance his way to make sure he was taking in the view; then she joined him. Xander turned back to her. Cordy, he breathed. She arched an eyebrow and turned to look at him. Xander? He sucked in a deep breath. Okay, heres the deal. I have no idea what youre trying to do to me, but whatever it is, it is really working. I know, she purred at him, and she leaned over and kissed him. Xander had never, as a child, or even recently, stuck his fingers in an electric socket. But he suspected that it would feel something like this, like the jolt he got from Cordelias soft lips pressing his, parting his, the way her hand worked on the top button of his shirt, the way the nails of her other hand scratched at the back of his neck. Xander grabbed her, pulling her to him, and he inhaled deeply as they kissed, his tongue fencing with hers. When they parted, he could barely breathe. Wow, Cordelia thought. WOW. Xander, she said. Yes? he exhaled. I didnt bring you up here just to kiss you, she murmured. Huh? he asked, his voice breaking mid-syllable. Oh my god, oh my god ohmygodohmygodohmygod! I have something I want to ask you, she told him, unfastening another button. Cordelia, he tried to say, but his voice was so husky it almost sounded like a curse, I can pretty much assure you the answer will be yes. She smiled and bent over, kissing the small area of his chest that the shirt exposed. You dont even know the question, she teased him, her brown eyes almost swallowing him as she stared at him. Well, okay, he admitted, reminding himself to inhale. But I really dont think no is even in my vocabulary right now. Thatll make this easier, then, she said as she opened another button on his shirt and brushed her lips against his. Cordy, he growled, but she put a manicured finger to his lips. Shhhh, she told him. He nodded mutely. Ive given this a lot of thought, she said, running the finger over his lips and down his chin, and I really mean what Im about to say, so I want you to take this seriously. Xander parted his lips to speak, but Cordelia added, Im not finished. He closed his mouth and nodded. Xander... she started, letting her eyes wander up his face until they met his. We have this thing going on between us. I know you feel it. I feel it too. Im really feeling it right about now, he thought as she shifted her weight on him slightly and her thigh slid between his.
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I dont know how it started, or why... but I like it. And I think you like this thing between us too. He nodded emphatically. And I was thinking... you know, with you training all the time now and everything, youre gonna be in great shape by the end of the summer. Not that you arent in fine shape now. He nodded less enthusiastically, suddenly wondering where this might be going. And I thought that with all of this working out and everything, that you would be totally a shoo-in for the football team. Or even the basketball team. Xander raised an eyebrow. Whaaaaat? She kissed his cheek. Giles is helping you with coordination, she said. Youre gonna be a natural athlete when hes done with you. She nodded seriously. I can tell. Cordelia, he started, but she brushed his lips closed with her hand. Shhh. Not done yet. Xander nodded once more. And I was thinking that if you made one of those teams... that we could date each other... you know... He looked into her eyes. Cordelia chewed briefly on her lip. Steady. His eyebrows jerked up. Openly. His mouth opened. So that, like, everyone would know. Xander blinked. Done, Cordelia said, her face serious. Well? Xander inhaled; all he could smell was her perfume, and her hair spray, and, well, her. He closed his eyes for a second and took another breath, painfully aware that for once in her life, in all the years he had known her, Cordelia Chase actually hung on his next few words. You know, if anyone else asked me that, he told her, I wouldnt know what to say to them. He put a hand on her head and stroked her hair. Cordy, I know this wasnt easy for you to ask me. And I know how important this is to you. Hes gonna say no, she thought. Oh god, I feel like such a jerk, such an idiot... And any man would have to be a total moron to say no to you, he continued. Cordelia closed her eyes. Cordy, he said softly. Do you like me? She looked up at him. What? Do you like me? he repeated. Of course, she said. No, he said, do you like me? She frowned slightly. I dont... Because, you know, funny thing is, I like you. Not the Cordelia I see in school every day, or the Cordelia who has to be the captain of the cheerleaders, but you. The Cordelia you dont like anyone else to see. The Cordelia, that, for some reason, you chose to show me. She shook her head. I dont believe this. Thats the Cordelia I want to be with, he murmured. Thats the Cordelia I see when you smile, when you pick me up after patrol, thats the Cordelia I talk to late at night on the phone. He inhaled deeply and said. Thats the Cordelia that I really like. A lot. She buried her face in his chest.
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So if thats the Cordelia that wants me with her, then Im sayin hell yes. But that other Cordelia, that Cordelia thats embarrassed to be seen with me in public... I dont wanna know her. Xander, she said, her voice muffled by speaking into his chest. Shut up! What? he asked. She raised her head, and he could see her eyes were moist. Just shut up. And just forget I ever said anything about this, okay? Just forget it. Cordy, I... he trailed off. I dont know what to say. She sat up, moving back to her side of the car. She wiped away a tear and said, You know what, Xander Harris? Ive gone out with dozens of guys. Ive gone out with varsity football players, and college guys, and basketball players... She shook her head. I even dated a married man once. She turned to look at him. But you know what? He shook his head. None of those guys ever made me cry, Xander. None of them. You were the first one. Xander closed his eyes. Im good like that, he said. Dammit! she said, hitting him on the shoulder. I didnt ask for this! I didnt ask to care about you! I didnt even like you for the longest time. And now I... She put her hand over her eyes. Dammit. Cordy, he said gently. She shook her head. Its not fair, she said. Whats not fair? he asked her. She whirled on him. I did not ask to fall... Xanders eyes almost bugged out of his head. Oh, shit, Cordelia said. Cordy... he said. She turned away from him. Cordelia, he said, more firmly. After a minute she turned to face him, wiping away another tear. I didnt ask to fall either, he told her. But if I had to... you know... She looked at him. Xander took her hand. I picked a pretty good person to fall with, you know? I dont get it, she said after a moment. Ive been dating for five years and I suck at this. You? Youve, like, never dated anyone, and youre really good at it. She frowned at him. How can that be? The way I figure it, Cordy, either its beginners luck, he told her, and added, Or. Or what? Xander looked into her eyes. Or Im really dating the right girl. Cordelia shook her head. Jesus, you are good at this, she said, and she reached over and pulled him to her, kissing him. Good thing one of us is...
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His questioner only held up his hands. That thing looks like it would really hurt. Sam! Giles said, lowering the stake. Its been a while, Rupert, Sam Zabuto acknowledged, offering his hand. Giles put the stake away and shook Sams hand. What is it now, five years? Sam nodded. Almost six. Jacquelines funeral. Giles nodded. In Bonn. Yes, I remember. He looked at Sam. It seems those in our profession never get together over good news, doesnt it? Sam shrugged. Part and parcel of the livelihood, Rupert. Watchers are invariably bearers of bad news. He smiled. No wonder nobody wants to join us any more. Giles chuckled. I suppose not. He gestured toward his apartment. Sam nodded. Good, Rupert. Never invite someone into your dwelling after dark. They walked into Ruperts apartment and he closed the door, locking it. Can I get you something to drink? A scotch would be fine, if you have any, Sam said. Ordinarily, no. But when I knew you were coming... Sam laughed. The weekend in Glasgow, he said. Exactly, Giles agreed. It was as if they had never seen a black man before. Aye, laddie, Sam said, his voice perfectly imitating an Scottish accent. Yeed think noht. Both of them laughed again, and Giles handed Sam his scotch. For himself he poured a beer, a dark draft with a foamy head on it. How did it go? Giles asked. Kendra? Sam asked, his face suddenly growing solemn. It was quick. They wont defile her corpse. They dug up the Master from consecrated ground, Giles said. I didnt know they could do that. Sam took a pull from his drink. Cremation solved that problem. Giles nodded. Yes, of course, it would. Sam stared up at the taller man. I really cared about her, Rupert. If she were my own daughter I couldnt have loved her more. She was such a bright pupil, a fast learner, eager, dedicated... He shook his head. I was so proud when she became the Slayer. I thought she might be the One. He sighed. I guess not. Giles sipped on his beer. Im sorry, he said. Sam shook his head. Youve lost someone dear to you as well, I hear. That teacher... The gypsy I told you about. Jenny Calendar. Yes. Giles removed his glasses. Very tragic. Sam said, You cared about you, didnt her? Giles nodded. I was pretty much in love with her, yes, he admitted, his voice tender. Sam patted him on the arm. Im sorry too. Giles nodded. Thank you. So your Slayer has run away? Sam asked, taking another hit of scotch Giles exhaled loudly. You must think me a terrible watcher. Sam shrugged. Just the opposite. Besides, Merrick said Buffy was willful beyond belief. And he had a lot more experience than you do. Sam put his scotch down. Id say you were lucky she hasnt run off before. Buffy is rather independent, Giles agreed.
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Thats the main reason I agreed to this, Sam told him. I hate Los Angeles. Its a filthy stinking carcass of a town. But your reasoning makes sense-- if she sees you, shell just run again, and then we may not find her until its far too late. Sam folded his arms. Cant have that. No, Giles said. As it is, Im training a local boy to fill in for her. Sam frowned. Rupert! I know, Giles said. Sam, I know its against the rules, but its only temporary, and this is the Hellmouth. Frankly I dont see why the Slayer cant have a little help now and then. Despite what Foster says? Giles sipped his beer. Foster. Josephine was Fosters fault. Thats no reason to go handing down some outdated code to the rest of us and demand that we adhere to it. Giles looked at Sam. Buffy has had help from her friends since she came to Sunnydale, and shes a better person-- and a better Slayer-- because of it. Foster can go to hell. Sam raised an eyebrow. I see Buffy has rubbed off on you. Youre getting rebellious in your middle age, Rupert. Im learning from experience. Didnt you yourself say I would change the way I thought about things if I ever had a Slayer to watch? Sam nodded. I did indeed. Well then, you were right, Giles told him. Every Slayer is different. Your Kendra was a breath of fresh air when she arrived. I did like her, Sam. She was an excellent student. But I am also very fond of Buffy. It happens to you, Sam spoke. You train them, you watch over them, you practically raise them. He reached for his scotch. They become your daughters, in a way. Yes, Giles said, sipping on his beer. Youre quite right. They sat in silence for a few moments, each lost in his thoughts, until Sam asked, So. What exactly do you want me to do in Los Angeles? Find Buffy. Find out what shes doing. How shes doing. If shes alright, and all that. Sam nodded. You want me to bring her back? No offense, Sam, but I dont think you could. Rupert, Sam chided him. Shes seventeen years old. She cant know every trick in the book. She beat the Master, Giles said softly. Youd be surprised how resourceful that young woman is. He raised his voice. No, dont try to bring her back. Youd just get yourself hurt. Sam laughed. What? Giles asked. What is so funny? Sam glanced over at Giles. Im trying to imagine Kendra saying, No, I wont come with you, Mr. Zabuto. Giles grinned. Yes, it does seem rather out of character for her. Sam smiled. It would be. But its that very independence, that resilience, that gives Buffy her edge. Giles looked at Sam. I have tried very hard not to discourage that-- most of the time. No one can argue with the job youve done so far, said Sam. Giles looked at him. What do you mean? Youre good at this job. I knew you would be. Giles shook his head. If that is the case, its pure luck, I assure you. Sam said simply, I dont think so. I have to tell you, I was terrified when I heard they were nominating me to watch Buffy Summers.
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Sam chuckled. Really? Oh yes, Giles confided. Merricks little rebel? The girl who burned down her school? Giles took a long drink from his beer. And you know how everyone loved Felicia. Ah, Sam smiled. Felicia Halpern. Greenest eyes God ever gave a woman. He laughed. I think we were all half in love with her. Giles nodded. It would have been easy to love her, yes, he said. So I was not exactly taking an envied position. No, Sam said. I was glad I had Kendra at the time. And yet, you know, I would rather argue with Buffy Summers than agree with Felicia. Rupert, Sam said, finishing off his scotch, I do believe you are getting paternal on me. You go to L.A. and meet her. Youll see. Buffy is an extraordinary girl. Sam nodded in agreement. Shes killed Lothos, the Master, the Judge, and Angelus. He shook his head. Thats a serious amount of work in two years. There are some Slayers who have lasted twice as long who havent done half as much. Giles took off his glasses. I dont like to say this, Sam. I dont even like to think it, really. But I tend to believe that Buffy is the most talented Slayer that Ive ever read about. That maybe... he faltered. That maybe there ever was. Sam smiled. He knew the feeling; hed had the same thoughts about Kendra. You think Buffy might be the One. Capital O. Giles shook his head. Its silly, I know. Foolish. Prideful. Sam placed his hand on Giles shoulder. Rupert, you wouldnt be a watcher if you didnt think your girl was the One. We all do. Giles frowned. Its not only that Im fond of Buffy. The Wayland Codex specifies that the Final One will be aided by an immortal. Its very specific on that point, even if its terribly hazy about almost everything else. He looked over at same. Angel-- before he reverted to Angelus-- was an immortal. And he aided Buffy in her fight against the Master. I thought that might be a connection. Sam laughed. You Englishmen-- why do you always take the word of an English writer over the other sources? National myopia? Giles wagged a finger at Sam. Wayland was Welsh, and you know that. And I know Wolfram contradicts him. But Wolfram also foretold that a wolf would devour the moon. I dont know that I can really take him all that seriously. Angel didnt help her very long, Sam argued. Wayland never states how long the duration will be, Giles pointed out. Sam folded his arms. Theres really only one way to settle this, you know. Giles raised an eyebrow. Ill catch a morning flight to L.A. Its a short hop. And Ill find Buffy Summers and Ill judge for myself if she could be the Final One. Sam smiled. And Ill tell you how shes doing, what shes doing, who shes doing it with. He stood and headed for the door. And if Im feeling cocky, Ill tell her you said hello. Sam, Giles said, moving over to him and shaking his hand. Thank you for your help, really. Sam waved him off. Every watcher likes to feel useful, Rupert. This is my pleasure. He turned to open the door. Oh, Sam, I almost forgot, Giles said, stopping him. Hmm? You wouldnt know anything about a Janice Covington, would you?
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Sam Zabuto blinked. The archaeologist who had an affair with Ian Merrick? Ill take that as a yes, Giles muttered. What about her? Giles spoke, Ive just finished her first diary and Im trying to track down the next one. I was wondering where to go looking for it. Youre in luck, said Sam. I know where the other one is. Theres only one more? Giles asked. Sam nodded. Janice Covington was not prolific. Giles frowned. Pity. She was a damned fine writer. Sam tapped Giles on the chest. Ill pick it up for you when Im in L.A. Giles raised an eyebrow. Merrick had it. Ian gave it to his son Donald. Itll be with his things. Sam, I cant thank you enough, Giles said. For everything. Like I said, Rupert, just happy to be useful. Have a safe trip, Giles said, shaking Sams hand again. Sam nodded and left, closing the door firmly behind him. And do find a way to bring Buffy back here.
Xander climbed out of the pool, his muscles rippling in the sunlight as he climbed the ladder and stepped onto the blue tile. He shook himself off a little, spraying some water on the patio; she watched him as the sunlight sparkled against the droplets on his wide, broad shoulders. She peered closer as drops of water ran down his chest, some of them were caught by the patch of dark chest hair, but the rest ran down over his pectorals and his flat, hard stomach. It didnt feel that cool out, but his nipples stood stiffly. She looked away from him for a moment, but he made his way over to her. Soon his legs were right next to her lounge chair, and she looked up at his body again, now suddenly dry, past his chest to the warm smile and the puppydog brown eyes. Xander smiled at her, and she felt a flush of heat creep across her face and neck as he said, Were you waiting for me? No, she said back, coyly. Or what she thought coy sounded like. She glanced down and noticed that she wore a tiny green metallic bikini. She looked up at him and saw undeniably that he had noticed as well-- and that he appreciated her outfit. Yeah, you were, he teased, smiling at her, and he reached down and ruffled her hair. She wanted to kiss him, to pull him to her and feel his lips touch her everywhere, feel them press against every inch of her. Well, maybe a little, she grinned, reaching out and taking his hand. His palm felt warm, and he gave her fingers a little squeeze. Ah, Will, Xander said, leaning closer. Youve been waiting for me your whole life. No, I havent, Willow said. I havent been waiting for you. Xander nodded, confident. Yes you have, he said, his voice low and sexy. And you dont have to wait any longer, Willow. We arent children any more. She took a deep breath. No, were not, she breathed, moving close to him. Answer me one question, he breathed, his lips almost touching hers. Anything, she moaned. What the hell is Oz doing with a monkey?
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What?!?!? Willow blurted. Xander pointed. Right over there. Sitting at the table. Willow turned around, and sure enough, there sat Oz at the picnic table, feeding grapes to a monkey. Oz! Willow warbled out. What are you doing here?? Oz handed the monkey another grape. Little Jacques lost his pants, Oz replied. Willows eyes flashed open. That was weird, she said to herself. Oz never showed up in that dream before. She rubbed her forehead and rolled over, closing her eyes and settling back into a comfortable position. Scritch. Scritch. Scritch. Willow frowned. Screeee-itch. Scritch. She sat up. She listened closely, keeping her whole body still with concentration. Scritch. Scritch. Blunk. Blunk? Willow whispered, but the sound repeated itself. Willow moved toward the edge of the bed, fear coursing through her. Whatever made the noise was outside. And close. And big enough to blunk. She slid one foot to the floor, but a flash of terror hit her. I havent walked in over a week. What if I forget how? What if I cant? How will I get away? Her other socked foot touched the floor. Willow took a deep breath and held it. Gingerly she stood, balancing herself near the edge of the bed. I can stand, she realized. Thats a good sign. Now if I can just make it to the door... Another thump sounded, and Willow looked out the window. A tuft of dark hair stuck up, just the top of a head. She froze in horror as the things head slowly slid up into the pane of the window. Definitely a vampire, its yellow eyes glared at her, and long fangs bared themselves as the thing hissed at her. You cant come in, Willow whispered, her eyes wide. She glanced over at her desk, where the phone lay. Underneath a stack of papers lay a large wooden cross. But her desk stood twelve feet away, and in her present condition, that might as well have been Iowa. The vampire hissed again and slid a hand toward the open window. The clawed fingers brushed up against an invisible barrier; the vampire scowled. Let me in, it snarled. I dont think thats a good idea, Willow said. She stumbled away from the bed unsteadily, her torso swaying as she forced herself to stay standing-- and to keep walking-toward the desk. Willow! the vampire growled. Youll die if you dont let me in! Go away! Willow said, her brow knit in concentration as she took another wobbly step. Only a few more feet. Willow! it repeated. Ask me in! Willow pitched forward, but shed gotten close enough to the desk so that she caught herself, breaking the fall. She sank to her knees and grabbed the phone. She hit the first speed dial button and waited, looking at the vampires wrinkled face in the window. Willow! it said again. Your life depends on it! Come on, she murmured into the ringing phone. Come on. Again the vampire tried to reach in, but the barrier held. The vampire hadnt been invited in; it couldnt violate Willows home, though it obviously wanted to. A click sounded in the phone. Huh? Xander, Willow said. Get over here, now!
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Willow? he sounded disoriented. Willow, is that you? Xander, she repeated. Theres a vampire at my window. Dont let him in, Xander supplied helpfully. Im not gonna let him in! she yelped. Get over here! Now! Quick! Xander suddenly sounded alert. Im comin, Will, he assured her. Hang on. Ill be right there. Hurry! she said, but he clicked the phone down. She placed the phone on the desk and grabbed the cross from under the papers. She held it up in the direction of the window. He cant stop me, Willow, the vampire told her. He cant stop any of us. Hell kill you, Willow said adamantly. Funny, the vampire retorted, I dont remember hearing of any Slayers that were male. Crap! Willow thought. She walked on her knees a few paces closer to the window. Thats it, the vampire said. Let me in. I can save you, Willow. No one else would bother, but I can. Shut up! Willow said, shuffling closer to the window. With no Slayer around, you dont stand a chance! the vampire smiled. Let me in, Willow. Ill protect you. Ill make sure you arent sacrificed like the others. Willow continued her slow progress across the room. Be quiet! The vampire snarled at her. Dont be a fool! Dont let your fear blind you. You know something is coming. You just dont know what! I can tell you, Willow, if you let me. Really? Willow asked as she neared the window. I promise, the vampire said. I can tell you everything you want to know. Willow looked into the terrible yellow eyes. They gazed back at her with startling intensity and intelligence, as if the vampire tried to convince her it told the truth. I told you before, Willow said, raising the cross like a knife, shut up! She swung the cross down, and it smacked the vampire on the fingers of its left hand. Flesh sizzled as the holy object touched the cursed skin; the vampire jerked its hand away, snarling. Idiot, the vampire said. Liar, Willow retorted, smacking the things other hand. When the vampire jerked its hand away, it realized it had no purchase on the window sill, and it fell to the ground, landing flat on its back. Willow leaned out the window and peered down. Its a woman vampire! she saw as the vampire stood up and brushed herself off. Stupid girl, she hissed up at Willow. Now youll never know. Some things arent worth knowing, Willow said. Ill stay with the living for now, thanks. The vampire shook her head. She stepped back a few paces and nimbly leapt over the neighbors fence; within seconds she had vanished into the darkness. Willow watched the spot where she had gone, but she could see nothing except an inky blackness. The sound of feet padding up the side walkway of her house caught her attention, and she smiled as she saw Xander come skidding to a halt beneath her window. Xander! she stage whispered. I dont see any dead people, he said, softly, but loud enough for her to hear. I scared her off, Willow told him. Her? Xander asked. Come on up, Willow said.
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How? Xander asked. Im not Spider-man. My dad was cutting branches off the tree earlier, Willow told him. The ladder is still out. Will, theyll hear! he protested. Not if youre careful. Xander shrugged. What the hell, right? The worst her parents can do is kill me for being in Willows bedroom at two o clock in the morning. But he fetched the ladder and set it against her sill, with her help, as quietly as he could. He climbed up quickly and slid in through the window. Willow sat on the floor near where he entered. You okay? he asked. She nodded. You need some help getting over to the bed? She nodded again, and Xander scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. When he set her down, Willow hesitated for a moment before she withdrew her arms from around his neck. Better? he asked, and Willow smiled. Better, she answered. Xander pulled the covers over her legs. So what was this all about? Some vampire told me that she wanted to protect me and tell me secrets. Xander raised an eyebrow. Thats a new approach. Nah, I dont want to suck your blood, I wanna be your friend. He snorted. Right. Willow shuddered. The really creepy thing is, I do think she wanted to tell me something. Or at least she wanted something out of me. Xander fixed her with a stare. Besides blood, she told him. I dunno, Will. Id say your imagination has gotten up and run away with you. Willow frowned. Xander, she knew she couldnt come in, but she came here anyway. She knew I knew about vampires-- she knew I knew about the Slayer! Maybe she was looking for Buffy, Xander offered. Willow shook her head. There was more than that. She was here for a reason. She didnt come to feed, Xander. Come on, Willow, he said. Thats what they do. I know, she agreed. But she didnt come here for blood. She came here for me. Because of me. Willow wrapped her arms around herself. Why? Why would a vampire want anything to do with me? Xander shook his head. I dont know, he told her. This is really more of a Giles thing. Xander, Willow spoke, looking into his eyes. Would you stay here tonight? Till morning? Willow, I... Downstairs, on the couch, she said. His face radiated indecision. Xander, she said, taking his hand, Im scared. Some vampire wants me for some reason, and not for the usual reason. Im afraid shes gonna come back. I want you here if she does. Will, she cant come in. She cant hurt you.
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Willow looked hurt. Doesnt it mean anything to you that Im frightened? That Im asking you to stay in my house because Im afraid for my life? Xander closed his eyes. Willow... Or dont you care about me any more? she asked, her voice soft. Xander put an arm around her. Willow, you are the first friend I ever had. Youre the best friend I ever had. You want me here... He lifted her chin so he could stare into her eyes. Im here. Tonight, tomorrow, as long as you want. Nobodys gonna hurt my Willow. No creepy, pretending-to-be-friendly vampire chicks, nobody. She closed her eyes and pressed her face to his chest. Just one thing, he said, and Willow pulled back to look at him. Dont ever ask if I care about you, okay? He met her eyes. I know theres a lot of...stuff going on right now. But I will always care about you, Willow. No matter what. We could be a hundred years old and married to other people for eighty years and Id still come runnin when you called. He shrugged. Course, itd take me a lot longer to get here when I was a hundred. Cause, you know... Ill be really slow. She wrapped her arms around him and held him to her for a long time before she let him go.
The sun beat down on her like a hammer; sweat rolled down her back, and she scratched at a mosquito bite the size of a dime. She could hear a strange language being spoken nearby -it sounded guttural, foreign. Not European, certainly. She could speak French, but she hadnt used it since high school, so she wasnt sure how useful she would be. She drank from a tin canteen and replaced the cap; it hung around her neck, attached to a worn leather strap. Joyce frowned as she noticed she wore some sort of brown leather driving gloves. Where am I? You almost ready, Dana? a voice asked her. Buffy? Joyce said, turning around. Her daughter stood not ten feet away. Judging by Buffys clothes, Joyce would have sworn it was Halloween, except for the heat. Buffy wore a brown leather fedora and a matching jacket, a dirty white mens dress shirt and baggy khaki pants. A pistol hung at her hip, and she held a rolled up sheet of paper. Dana? Buffy asked back, a little curtly. Sweetheart, what are we doing here? Where are we? Buffy looked none too happy. How many times do I have to tell you? Didnt Ian fill you in? She threw up her arms in disgust. Thats right. He never tells you anything, does he? Always protecting his baby sister. I dont follow you, Joyce said. Buffy moved closer and poked her on the chest with one finger. Following me is all you better do. Not a word out of you. Not a peep when were in the cave, got it? Buffy snorted. I didnt come all this way just to not retrieve that thing because some lady of the manor cant keep her trap shut. Joyce shook her head again, but before she could say anything, Cordelia appeared. She dressed similarly to Buffy, but all of her clothes looked newer, and seemed far nicer. She wore a
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beige silk shirt, and her pants still had the creases on them. Her boots creaked as she came up to them. Unlike Buffy, however, she carried no weapon. Almost ready? Cordelia asked. Her voice sounded odd, somehow, but Joyce couldnt pinpoint why. Soon as Miss Manners here gets it in gear, Buffy growled. Hey now, Cordelia said. Dont go bein all mean to her just because she still has some refinement. Buffy shook her head and stomped off. Dont mind her, Cordelia said to Joyce. Shes just eager to get her lil trophy out of the hands of the undead. Cordelia, could you please tell me whats going on? Cordelia glanced in the direction that Buffy had taken. Were close to gettin our hands on that lil disk . Cordelia smiled. So naturally shes just a bit tense. The disk, Joyce thought, but before she could ask Cordelia about it, Xander approached them. I beg your pardon, maam, but were ready to go. He turned to Cordelia. Melinda, are we all set? She gave him a wide smile. Ready when you are, Jack. Jack? Joyce asked, and Xander turned to her. Hmm? Will someone tell me why we are going after that disk? I really dont understand any of this. Not to worry, Xander assured her. You just stick close to us and well take care of you, Miss Merrick. Merrick? Joyce asked. Why does that name seem... familiar, somehow? Because its yours, Buffy snapped from behind Joyce. Joyce turned, and Buffy stood with Giles. His outfit resembled Buffys as well; leather jacket, canvas pants, a backpack. Rupert? Joyce shook her head. What in the hell is going on? He came over to her. Easy, Dana. I warned you it would be hot, even early. Youd better get your hat. Well be inside most of the day, but I dont want you worrying about sunstroke. Ian, Buffy said. If shes this much trouble, maybe we should leave her here. Youve read the scrolls. You know how important it is that we get this thing out of their hands. Honey, Giles said to Buffy. Danas serious about helping us. She just lacks our experience, thats all. Even you were new at this once. Buffy snorted. About twenty years ago. Shall we go, then? Xander suggested, and the five of them left the area and proceeded toward higher, rockier ground. Joyce noticed some sort of archaeological dig taking place on the other side of the ridge. She could hear digging, and singing in that same guttural foreign language. She stumbled a bit, and Xander caught her and helped her regain her footing. She thanked him and continued following Cordelia, who seemed much more sure-footed than she. After some time passed, Joyce looked up and saw the gaping maw of a cave. She knew without asking this was their destination; it stood some way up the ridge, ahead and above them as they walked along a narrow path. She assumed that the disk-- whatever that thing was-- lay inside the cave. NO . What? Joyce thought. THIS ALREADY HAPPENED. DONT LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN. Did you say something? Joyce asked Xander. No, maam, Xander replied pleasantly. Buffy turned to glare at her.
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YOURE MISSING THE KEY. YOU CANT GET THE DISK WITHOUT IT. The key? Joyce asked. Excuse me? Cordelia asked. Dana, Buffy spat. Shut up! We cant get the disk without the key, Joyce offered. They all stopped. What? Joyce shook her head. I dont know what it means. I just know we cant get the disk without it. What key? Giles asked. I dont know, Joyce responded. Im sorry. What key? Xander echoed. Buffy and Cordelia glanced at one another. The scrolls didnt say anything about a key, Buffy said. Giles told her, You cant trust prophecy to tell you everything. You were the one who said we could trust prophecy in the first place, Xander replied. Cordelia stroked her forehead. But the scrolls dont mention any keys, anywhere. She turned to Joyce. Dana, how do you know this? Joyce bit her lip. I heard a voice, she said. Buffy and Giles rolled their eyes, and Xander turned away. But Cordelia said, What did the voice tell you? It told me were missing the key, Joyce said, a little frustrated herself. Did it tell you anything else? Cordelia asked. In the distance, Joyce heard rumbling. WAKE UP. What? Joyce asked the voice. WAKE UP! Joyce awoke gasping, sweat rolling down her neck and soaking her nightgown. She shook her head and reached for the glass of water on the night stand. She took several mouthfuls and whispered, What a strange dream. She lay looking up at the ceiling for a long time.
Giles sat down, blowing on his mug of tea to cool it. Half a dozen scones lay untouched in the center of the dining room table, and the four students assembled around it remained silent. Giles knew it was Saturday, and he knew quarter after ten was likely early for this group, but as he took a sip of tea he couldnt help but feel that something more transpired. This is not just tired teenagers being quiet. This is a display of sullenness. Xander leaned forward and picked up a scone; he examined it carefully, as if it were an alien artifact of some sort, and then he sniffed it. Its a scone, Giles supplied. Ah, Xander said. Its a decoration, right? You eat them, Giles told him. Xander put the scone back on the plate. No, you eat them. I regard them with suspicion. He looked to Cordelia for some support; she glared straight ahead. Willow smiled briefly, then saw Cordelia and frowned. Oz, for his part, appeared not even to be aware someone had spoken. Willow? Giles ventured, offering her the plate. I ate before I came over, she said pleasantly. But thanks.
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Giles put the plate down. Oh. He picked it back up. Oz? Oz glanced at the plate. Those are scones. Giles nodded. Oz looked stricken. On a Saturday? Giles stared at him for a moment, then turned to Cordelia. She continued glaring straight ahead. Never mind, said Giles as he put the plate back in the center of the table. Giles took a scone and bit into it; the soft tasty dough was still warm.Quite good, actually, he thought as he chewed. Ill have to remember that bakery. Several minutes passed. No one said a word, the silence only broken by Giles muffled chewing. When he had finished, and drank most of his tea, he stood up, excused himself, and went into the kitchen. He grabbed a large flat metal pan and walked back into the living room. None of the students gave him even the barest of glances, so he lifted the pan to chest height and dropped it on the floor. Willow almost jumped out of her seat; Cordelia yelped. Xander threw back his chair and jumped up in a defensive posture, and Oz looked over at Giles as if he had gone insane. Giles, Xander said slowly, whats goin on here? Giles looked at the four of them. Thats precisely what I want to know, he spat back at them. For almost twenty minutes the four of you have sat here being uncivil to one another-which I can usually tolerate-- but you are also being uncivil to me. You are guests in my home; I dont expect you to be on your best behavior, but a little congeniality would be appreciated. All four of them looked up at him and blinked. All right, Giles said. Now someone tell me whats going on. None of them looked eager to volunteer. Now, Giles warned them. Or shall I drop another pan? As one, all four of them spoke up at high volume, drowning each other out. Giles noticed a fair amount of gesturing and glances shuttling back and forth among the group. He held up his hands. One at a time, he demanded. They each inhaled deeply and were about to start talking first when Giles pointed at Cordelia. You, he said. Cordelia. You start. Cordelia looked smugly at Xander and said, This is all Xanders fault. Me? he interrupted. How is it-- Xander, Giles said sternly, and the young man stopped talking. Giles gestured to Cordelia. Go on. Well, apparently my attention isnt good enough for him, she said archly, because he had to go and spend the night at Willows house. She turned to scowl at Xander. Just hours after I told him I-- She stopped abruptly. Im done, she added. Good Lord, Giles thought. Xander? Giles sighed. Is this true? Xander said, Yes, but. But? asked Giles. But I had a good reason. I bet, Cordelia hissed. Giles put up a hand. Cordelia, please. Some looney vampire chick tried to get into Willows room last night. She was pretty wigged by it and she asked me to stay there and watch out for her. On the couch. Which I did. I see, Giles remarked. Willow?
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She nodded. Thats what happened. She leaned over toward Giles. Actually, to be honest, Giles, Im still pretty wigged about it. I mean, she wasnt just creepy, she was the essence of creep. The queen of creepiness. Creeperella. I get your point, he said. Giles looked over to Oz. Oz? Anything to add? Oz shrugged. I was drivin over to Willows to pick her up for brunch when Xander comes walkin out the front door. I didnt know anything was wrong until Cordelia showed up looking for him. Oz put his hands flat out on the table face down. To tell you the truth, I was kinda jealous at first, but when I saw how Xander was acting, I chilled out a lot. Really? Willow asked. Mmm-hmm. Wait a minute, Xander said. Just how was I acting? Oz rested his chin on his hand. Well, if you had done anything at all, you would have been acting guilty when you saw me. Oz looked at Cordelia. But you werent. You were just... really concerned. See? Xander said, facing Cordelia but gesturing to Oz. Concerned. See? Besides, only someone really stupid cheats on his girlfriend and then sticks around long enough to get caught. Youre not that stupid, Xander. Xander nodded, still facing Cordelia. See, Im not that stupid. Even Oz says so. Xander turned to glance at Oz accusingly, but the older boy merely smiled. So do you believe me now? Xander asked Cordelia. Cordelia folded her arms and went into full pout mode. Youd never sleep on my couch, she complained. Yes I would! Xander argued. Cordy, I swear, next time a creepy vampire stops by-call me. Im there. I do couches, bean bags, lazy-boys. Im partial to hammocks and hide-a-beds, but Slayer understudies cant be choosers. Cordelia pushed out her bottom lip further. Would you sleep on the couch if I wasnt in mortal danger? Xander pondered her question. Cordy, if your parents found me on the couch at seven in the morning, Id be in mortal danger. The Rosenbergs know me. Your parents dont. He has a point, Cordelia, Willow reassured her. Giles shook his head. At times like this, I really miss Buffy. So, he said aloud, is that settled to everyones satisfaction? Willow and Oz both nodded yes. Xander did as well and-- after mulling it over for a minute or two-- Cordelia assented. Good. Now, Willow, Id like to discuss this vampire who visited you last night. Completely uninvited, Willow said. Yes, well, they usually are, Giles reminded her. But this one wasnt your run-of-the-mill, Im-gonna-bite-your-neck vampire, Willow told him. This one was looking for me. Giles frowned. Looking for you? Specifically, Willow told him. She knew my name. Cordelia mumbled, Vampires never come looking for me. You got abducted that time when Buffy and Kendra rescued you, Xander said. Then there was the time when you were captured by those icky college guys, Willow added. Xander nodded. See? And how about the time I tried to put a love spell on you? Everyone looked at him.
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Okay, that was wrong, I admit it. But it just goes to show that youre the object of attention plenty of times, Cordy. Oooh, remember when they were going to make you the bride of Frankenstein? Willow piped up. Everyone looked at her. She shrugged, embarrassed. Just trying to help. About this vampire, Giles reminded her. Who knew your name? Oz asked. Willow nodded. I dont like that, Oz said. That is not good. Giles pursed his lips. Probably not. Most vampires see us as little more than a meal. Only the keenly intelligent-- or the very old-- realize that they can use us as well as feed off of us. Humans, Xander said. The functional food. Giles said, I think we can assume you were visited by a highly intelligent vampire. As opposed to old, because...? Oz wondered. Because an older vampire usually has lackeys. They begin to acquire knowledge, and power. They dont run little errands like this. They send others to do their dirty work. So she was a lackey? Willow asked. It was a she? Cordelia asked. Willow nodded. She was fast, too. Took off like the wind. Giles adjusted his glasses. What exactly did she say, Willow? Willow responded, She told me that none of the others cared about me, that she would save me. She said that if I let her protect me, she would tell me what was going on. But if I didnt, Id be sacrificed. Sacrificed? Oz repeated. Told you she was creepy, Willow said. So, now, let me get this straight, Cordelia said. Buffy leaves town and suddenly you become target girl? I didnt exactly volunteer for it, Willow responded. Did she mention any names? Giles said. As in who would sacrifice you, or to whom you would be sacrificed? Morbid much? Cordelia snapped. Giles ignored her. Willows brow creased in concentration. She knew I knew the Slayer, Willow said. And she knew the Slayer wasnt around. She said we didnt stand a chance without the Slayer. So someone is planning something, Giles said. The Slayers absence is making someone bold. Our old friend Spike? Xander suggested. Giles spoke, He would have the audacity to plan something, and I can see where he might know of Willow, having been acquainted with Angel as he was. Giles frowned. But I cant see Spike using such an intelligent female lackey. Druscilla would have a fit. Good point, Willow admitted. Somebody new? Oz asked. Giles sighed. More than likely, Im afraid. Which, under the current circumstances is something we do not need. Silence followed that remark as each of them digested what it meant. But a knock on Giles door cut short their musings.
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Expecting anyone? Cordelia asked. Giles looked at her. I was only expecting Xander in the first place. Im not sure who else this could possibly be. All of you are already here. The knock sounded again. Coming, Giles said. He opened the door a crack and felt more than a little surprised to see Joyce Summers standing outside. Joyce, he greeted her. What can I do for you? May I come in, Rupert? she asked. Yes, of course, he said, and he opened the door. Joyce took a few steps into his apartment and spotted Buffys friends, all sitting around Giles dining room table. Am I interrupting something? Joyce asked. No, not really, Giles replied. So you usually have students gather at your house on Saturday mornings? No, not really, Giles repeated. Rupert, you dont have to pretend around me any more, she said. I know what you do- what all of you do, Joyce said, addressing the students, and I know that you do it with or without Buffy here. Which reminds me, Giles said softly. The man I told you about is flying to L.A. as we speak. I should have some news on Buffy soon, if all goes well. Joyce nodded. Thank you, Rupert. I mean that. Youre quite welcome, he assured her. But thats not why Im here, she said. Its not? he asked scratching his ear. No, Joyce said. This time, I need to talk to you in a more official capacity. About? Giles asked. Joyce sighed. Its hard to say. But I think Ive... she stopped. No, that sounds stupid. What? Giles prompted. Well, I think I may have seen a magic... disk. A magic disk? Willow echoed. I know it sounds strange, Joyce admitted. Zappa records backwards-- that sounds strange, Oz spoke up. A magic disk sounds pretty routine to this group. Giles frowned at them. Joyce, why dont you have a seat? Can I get you some tea? She nodded. That would be fine. She looked at the table and noticed the only open chair was the one opposite Giles. Buffy trusted these people with her life, she told herself as she walked around and sat down. You can trust them with this crazy story. A magic disk? Willow repeated. Joyce nodded. It was about a foot across, with an open center, and a pattern etched into the side. There were several bluish stones set in it as well. A very fancy aerobee, Xander declared. Giles returned with Joyces tea. What was it made of? he asked her. Metal, I think. It looked like silver and gold. Cordelias head whirled around. A foot across and made of silver and gold? Thats what I call magic! Giles took his seat. Where did you see it? Joyce cupped her hands around the tea mug. At my gallery. Is it a piece youre selling? Willow asked.
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Not exactly, Joyce answered. Its part of a collection Ill be selling, but its a display piece. Its not for sale. So its bait, Cordelia said. Something really pretty to draw in the buyers so they can purchase other things because they cant get that. She looked at Joyce. Jewelry stores do it all the time. Cordelia may be onto something, Giles remarked. What makes you think its magic? Xander asked her. Im not sure, Joyce said. But it... drew me in. Drew you in? Giles asked. I couldnt take my eyes off it, Joyce told him. I wanted to pick it up, but Raymond told me it was very fragile. Fragile? Giles asked. Raymond? Willow queried. Joyce sipped her tea. Raymond is the owner of the disk. He says its been in his family for generations. Does this Raymond have a last name? Giles asked. Stark, Joyce provided. Never heard of him, Giles said. Why would you have? Joyce asked him. He said he was in... She stopped. He never told me what he does for a living. But hes very rich, and very busy. He always comes by the gallery after supper. Alone? Cordelia asked. He had his niece with him last night-- Melanie. Joyce took a scone. She had the cutest southern accent. Very tall, too. Like him. How exactly did it draw you in? Giles asked her. Joyce shook her head. It seemed to want me to pick it up. She looked at the students. I know that sounds silly. Not at all, Oz assured her. It was like it called to me, Joyce said. But the really strange part was that last night I dreamt about it. The disk? Xander asked. Joyce nodded. Did it look the same in your dream? Willow asked. Sometimes things can look different in dreams. I didnt see it, Joyce told them. What made the dream about it so weird is that I was looking for the disk, and all of you were there-- except you, Willow, and... she gestured at Oz. Im sorry, I dont know your name. Oz, he supplied. Nice to meet you. Joyce smiled. Likewise. Anyway, the rest of you were there. And Buffy was too. Buffy? Xander asked, and Cordelia kicked him under the chair. Uh huh, Joyce confirmed. And she was dressed like Indiana Jones. Giles frowned. And so were you, Joyce said, pointing at Cordelia. Me? she asked. Oh no, not me. I do not do hats. Not with hair this nice. Was I there? Xander asked. Joyce nodded. But your name was Jack. Jack, huh? Xander asked. Weird.
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Some would say Xanders the weird name, Willow teased him. He gave her a mock-
And Rupert, you were there too. You were my brother. All of the students turned to face Giles, but he ignored them. Was my name different? he asked. Yes, Joyce said, biting her lip in concentration. You were my older brother. You were protecting me. Your name was... Ian. Giles very distinctly heard a bell ring in his head. Ian? Joyce nodded. And Cordelia was called... Melila. No, thats not it. She closed her eyes. Melinda! Thats it. Melinda. Not in this lifetime, Cordelia muttered. Giles leaned forward and asked, What was Buffy called? Joyce shook her head. I dont remember.... wait. Her name was Janice. Giles heard the entire cathedral of Notre Dame go off. Janice? he asked, his voice a little unsteady. Did she have a last name? No, Joyce said. But you called her dear, or honey. Joyce snapped her fingers. Your name was Merrick. Mine too. Giles face lost its color. Thats impossible, he said softly. What? Willow asked him. Utterly impossible, Giles repeated. Whats impossible? Willow asked. And you were named Dana, werent you? Giles asked urgently. Joyce blinked in surprise. How could you know that? Oz spoke, Giles pretty much knows everything. But it was my dream! Joyce said. I hope he doesnt know about my dreams, Willow whispered to herself. It wasnt exactly a dream, Giles told Joyce. More like a vision. A vision? Joyce asked. Giles held up a hand. Ill be right back. He dashed upstairs. Joyce looked at the students looking at her. You probably all think Im crazy, she said. Youre Buffys mom, Cordelia said. A little craziness goes with the territory. Joyce looked at her, surprised. Xander tapped Cordelia on the arm. What? she asked. Oh, like Buffy doesnt drive you crazy, Xander Harris, she snapped at him. Oz chuckled, but Xander shot him a glowering look. Cordy, he said softly. Could we not talk about this in front of her mother? So its not okay to discuss your thing about Buffy with her mom, but you can talk about it with your girlfriend? Xanders cheeks reddened. He smiled at Joyce as charmingly as he could. Girlfriend? Willow warbled. When did you two become officially boyfriend and girlfriend? As opposed to just lust mates? Oz asked, but before they could answer, he turned to Willow and said, And when did you become interested in the Sunnydale social listings? Or is it just this one that piques your curiosity? Oz, Willow said. I didnt mean it that way. What way did you mean it? he asked. Cordelia wrapped her arms around one of Xanders and rested her head on his shoulder.
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Willow used every ounce of willpower she possessed to concentrate on Oz and say, Xander and I have been friends forever, Oz. I just expected that when he got his first girlfriend, hed tell me. She gave Xander a dark look. Will, he replied feebly. We sorta had other things on our mind last night. Creepy vampire woman, remember? Joyce shook her head. I think I was better off not knowing about all of this. Where is Rupert? Giles returned and stood next to Joyce. He placed an old, worn leather-covered book in front of her. Its in the middle, he said, flipping it open and pointing to a page. You were dreaming about a trip those five people took in 1946, in Greece. Thats impossible, Joyce said, picking up the book, reading it. After a moment she looked up. Shes a very good writer, she remarked. Isnt she? Giles asked. Joyce continued reading for a moment. Giles looked at the students, who had resumed their sullen attitudes of earlier, except that Cordelia had entwined herself around one of Xanders arms. Its hard to believe that girl is as affectionate toward Xander as she is, he mused as Joyce flipped a page. This is incredible, Joyce said. This is what happened in my dream! With less detail, of course. She continued reading. Oh, she said after a moment. Oh, she repeated, and then, Oh, no. Hmm? Xander asked. Cordelia dies, Joyce responded. I what? she asked, releasing Xanders arm. Im gonna die? Were all gonna die, Cordy, Xander told her. Someday. Giles closed his eyes. Wrong answer, Xander. Yeah, but she didnt dream that you would die! Cordelia said. And shes Buffys mother-- Mrs. the Slayer is my baby! Who knows what her dreams mean! Cordelia, Giles said, it wasnt you. It was a woman named Melinda Pappas. She was killed rather violently. You were assuming her role in Ms. Summerss dreams. Theres no threat to you. Oh, Cordelia said, managing to look both relieved and disappointed at once. How did she die? Willow asked. Its rather ugly, Giles avoided her. Joyce set the book down. She was killed by vampires. She looked up at Giles. They were led into a trap and attacked by vampires. Melinda died, and so did Dana. Joyce looked up at Giles. How can this be? How can I have dreamed this? If I recall, the purpose if their expedition was to recover the chakram. Gesundheit, Oz said. I beg your pardon? Giles asked, but Oz shrugged. The what? Xander asked. The chakram, Giles repeated. It was an ancient weapon that Janice Covington and her friends found in the tomb of a demon named Ares. Aries the ram? Willow asked. No, Giles corrected her. No, this chap... He rubbed his forehead. This demon thought he was the ancient Greek god of War. Or at least he passed himself off as such to Janice and her group. They managed to escape his lair and entrap him inside it. They found the chakram, but left it in Ares tomb and proceeded bury it. And this all fits in how? Xander asked.
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Ms. Summers had a dream about an expedition to recover the chakram. I thought you just said they buried it in that vampires lair, Cordelia said. They did, Giles agreed. But it was apparently dug up by vampires, and Janice led an expedition to get it back from them. Giles sighed. She took Jack Kleinman, Melinda Pappas, and Dana and Ian Merrick with her. The two ladies were killed by vampires, and Janice and the two men barely made it out of Greece with their lives. As far as I know, she never did recover the chakram. But I havent read the second half of Ms. Covingtons diaries. And you think this magic disk that Ms. Summers saw might be this...chakram? Willow asked. Precisely, Giles told her. But you just said it was unearthed by vampires and never recovered, Willow said to Giles. He opened his mouth to respond, but Willow spoke again. And you just said, she gestured to Joyce, every time youve seen this guy Stark, its been after supper. As in after dark after supper. Good God, Giles said. What? Joyce asked. What are you saying? So the vampires still have this shamrock thing? Xander asked. Joyce looked at Giles. Are they saying what I think theyre saying? she asked him, her voice wavering. Giles nodded. You may be business with a vampire. He took off his glasses. And if he possesses an artifact this old, and this powerful... then he is not someone we should be taking lightly. At all. Cordelia shrugged. Great. Now even I wish Buffy was here.
A darkness moved through Sunnydale that night, slowly and deliberately. In its wake it left silence; not a living thing dared stir where it had passed, and even the smallest, meanest creature felt its presence as it moved by. Light hardly seemed to be able to reach it; the blackness it radiated swallowed the light as a thirsty man gulps down water, and it drew others of its kind to it. Smaller shadows that dwelt only in the night, they gained courage as the great blackness moved past them. They left their holes in twos and threes to follow it, instinctively, heeding a call as old as their kind itself. By the time the moon had started its descent, they numbered close to fifty, a veritable legion of the damned. No mirror would ever reflect them; no sunlight would ever kiss their flesh, and nothing this evening would stand in their way. From the greater darkness they could almost feed themselves, so potent was it; but as it led them into the graveyard, it held up its hand. No further, a voice rasped to them. Yellow eyes coalesced from the inky shadow. I must go the rest of the way myself. Master, one woman said, bowing her head. Please be careful. She has been in there. Child, he smiled at her, revealing fangs long and sharp. Your concern touches me. One long finger stroked her cheekbone. But the Slayer is not here. I would be able to feel her if she were. She bowed her head again and stepped back. He entered the mausoleum, and as his disciple had informed him, he could feel the power the Master had gathered here. Long had he dwelt here, and his aura hung heavy on the place. The
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vampire king also recognized the stench of the Slayer, a different girl this time but always the same horrible smell, that terrible cleanliness that sickened so many of his followers. I would swallow you whole like a shark would a minnow, were you here, he thought as he passed through the gates and descended down into the earth. But you had the wisdom to flee town before my coming. Deep down you must realize you cannot stop me. He stepped down into the Masters lair, glancing around at the cave walls and the small attempts at converting the area into a proper place of worship. Though the cavern remained pitch black, the vampire king could see quite well. He avoided the Masters throne for the moment and moved toward the water. His disciple had told him that the water had been blessed. Such a thoughtless abomination, to befoul the home of one so old. They would cry if we were to topple the Parthenon, or paint it bright orange. Yet they defile our homes without regard to our history, our desires. He reached a finger down and touched the water; it bubbled and hissed where his finger made contact, and he withdrew it when the digit began to hurt. That water is not blessed, he scowled. The Slayer bathed in it. Or fell in it, or stepped in it. Her essence that pollutes it. Easily taken care of, he mused as he stood up and moved to the throne, an old chair carved from the rock whose design he recognized. Zuvan, he spoke, his voice almost fond. Such a traditionalist. So reverent of the old ways. He smiled, running his hand over the arm of the throne. Your sacrifice will not be in vain. Your passing will not be forgotten. He turned away from the throne. You were the very first of us, Zuvan. You were the very first vampire sired in all the world-- the first to be made of blood, and not transformed by that curse that brought us to life. How fitting you called yourself the Master. The vampire kings yellow eyes almost glowed as he spoke. It is regrettable that you did not survive long enough to see our day come. We are so very close, Zuvan. And knowing this new Slayer killed you will only make our victory all the sweeter. He inhaled deeply. Still... He nodded in the darkness. I shall miss you, my son.
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June 12th, 1998 Boca Del Infierno (Sunnydale)

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