A Snitch

BtVs by Mutant Enemy, Marvel Universe and its characters/events by the parent company and its many artists and writers.
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After having a cross-country adventure, which left him better acquainted with the nightlife of Tara's reality, Remy found himself in a building near the Sunnydale University campus outside his sister's door.

Tucking his shades into a pocket, Remy knocked, but he received no answer.

"You know, dis really isn't the kind of thing you leave a note for..." he said to himself, as one of the doors behind him creaked open.

"Hey, would you be looking for Tara?" a brown-haired man asked as he stepped into the hallway. "She left a while ago. She was headed out to the local graveyard with a box of supplies for some kind of voodoo ritual or somethin'. Can't say I was paying that much attention."

"For some reason I'm not awfully surprised..." Remy stated.

"Yeah... Well, you'd probably be better off finding her then waiting here for her... Wait, who are you anyway?"

"The name is Remy... I used to know the family, but I've been out of touch for years. I just found out about her mother's death and, well... Now, do you really think it's a good idea to be tellin' complete strangers a young woman's whereabouts in the middle of the night?"

"The name's Rodney... Trust me. With the crowd she's taken to hanging out with lately, she can take care of herself."

"Hmm, well, thanks for the information," Remy shrugged and was turning to go when something else crossed his mind. "Wait. Graveyard? Anything specific I should keep an eye out for?"

"What? It's a graveyard. It's got tall angel statues. Crypts. You know, the general dead thing."

Remy nodded his thanks and walked away, whistling.


Sighing, Rodney shut the door. He sank into a chair and read for a few minutes, until the phone rang.

He looked up and smiled, muttering '10:00 on the dot' before answering the phone.

"Hey, Mr. Maclay? The answer is 'he has red eyes'. Can you wire over the rest of my bonus now?" Rodney drummed his fingers on the table as he listened to the response. "Yep. He was just here. Remember how you asked me to make his life slightly more difficult if I could? Well, I sent him on a wild goose chase into vampire territory.

"No, sir, your daughter's at some high school helping them set up for a play. No chance they will run into each other tonight. You know, when you first knocked on my door and asked me to be your eyes and ears in Sunnydale I had no idea it would be this lucrative. Tell you what... If you increase my 'wage' by twenty-five percent I'll spy on 'Remy' too. Assuming, of course, he survives the night."