Chapter 2b - Sunnydale
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More New Stuff!Chapter 2b
A window opened in the darkened alley. It wasn’t any ordinary window. It had no walls around it, for one thing. It hung in the middle of the air, like it belonged there. A strange little man in old Victorian garb stepped out of it and paused while it collapsed into a small metal disk that just dropped into his hand.
The little man looked around and wrinkled his nose. They had told him that he was going to a Hellmouth, but they didn’t mention the malicious evil energies that would permeate the area would be palpable to normal people. It felt like someone was walking on his grave.
Herbert George Wells pulled out a small PDA. He spoke the name of his intended target, Daniel Osbourne, toward the little device. Its display lit up and a flashing dot appeared. “Marvelous, simply marvelous!”
He followed the blinking light to a van from which strange melodious music was emanating. He waited until there was a break in the music and then politely tapped on the glass of the window.
A red haired young man showed his face in the van window. “’lo.” The teen raised one eyebrow at the man’s attire. Since the sun was still out he didn’t make any rash judgements.
The older gentleman smiled and tipped his hat. “Hello. Are you Daniel Osbourne?”
Oz nodded his head.
“Good, I know you don’t know me, but I am here to help.”
Both eyebrows rose on that one.
Several hours later
The dark haired computer teacher was running for her life.
The watcher was now the watched. The sadistic demon, Angelus, was after her and there was nowhere she could hide.
Her heart was pounding as she raced around the school building looking for a means of escape.
He was almost on her. She pulled a janitor’s cart into his path and dashed up the stairs to the next floor. She didn’t hear any pursuit. She didn’t stop. At least, not intentionally. Half-way up the heel on one of her shoes broke and she stumbled. Frantically she scrambled to get to her feet, but she just couldn’t run with her foot-ware that way. She viciously kicked off her shoes and continued up the stairs.
At the top of the stair was a expansive landing looking out a large arched window. During the day it allowed sunlight to bath the area in a wonderful glow. At night, it offered only cold streetlights and even colder starlight. It was by this light that Angelus grabbed her and held her.
He laughed at her screams of terror, drinking them in like the elixir it was to his un-life. He gently, almost lovingly placed his right hand behind her head as his left hand shushed her lips.
He grinned at her. “Sorry, Jenny, this is where you get of…..” His word trailed off as he his game face failed him. He looked confused and dazed. “You’re…you aren’t…Lois…” Angelus’ form collapsed in front of her, unmoving.
Then she did the only sensible thing. She fainted.
Joyce paced around Buffy’s room, sitting, standing, sitting again then standing, trying to understand all that Angelus had said about himself and her daughter.
The Slayer’s mom held herself, wanting to reach out to her daughter, not knowing if she should be shaking her or hugging her.
They talked for some time exchanging lines that were as old as time.
“I made a mistake,” the bleach blonde Slayer finally confessed.
“Yeah, well, don’t just say that to shut me up. Cause I really think you did. You really made a mistake.”
“I know that!” She looked up into her mother’s eyes. Really looked at them. She stammered a bit. “I-I can’t tell you everything.”
Joyce turned for a moment to gather her thoughts. As she did, Buffy put her hand to her head and shook it.
Her courage bolstered, Joyce continued. “How about anything? Buffy, you can shut me out of your life, I am pretty much used to that. But don't expect me to ever stop caring about you, because it's never gonna happen. I love you more than anything in the world.” She sat done next to her daughter waiting. “That would be your cue to roll your eyes and tell me I’m grossing you out.”
When Buffy still didn’t say anything, she turned to her and realized that there might be something wrong.
Buffy’s eyes had rolled up into her head. Then she pitched forward onto the floor.
“Buffy? BUFFY!” Joyce was down on the floor in a moment checking out her baby. “WILLOW! CALL 911!”
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