Coincidences and Catwomen
Notes & Disclaimer:
Wow. Another chapter a day later. I really didn't expect to have something, however short, ready so soon. Now why can't that happen with my other stories? All other information and disclaimers are in the first chapter.
“Can you repeat that?” Buffy asked after a pause.
Giles leaned back in his chair. He was sitting at a small square table inside his office in the Councils London branch. Each of the other three seats was occupied. Buffy sat across from him, with Dawn to his right. To the left, Faith sat, looking highly confused about why she was even there.
With a sigh, Giles repeated himself, “This woman is related to Drusilla, and not only that, appears very similar to her. Not so much in appearance, but in her attitude and demeanour,” he explained. “It was very disconcerting.”
“Okay, Giles,” Dawn spoke up calmly. “We believe you. But as far as we know she’s human and hasn’t done anything wrong. We’ll check her out anyway, but what else do you want us to do?”
“That’s just it. I believe this woman is no danger, but the situation, running into a descendant of Drusilla’s… it’s still odd.” Giles replied.
“I agree that this is freaky, Giles,” Buffy said. “But really, what’s so bad about her being distantly related to Drusilla? I mean shouldn’t we be, I don’t know, glad
that some of her family wasn’t massacred back when she was turned?”
“I know, and I’m sorry for bringing this up, but the fact remains, that such a coincidence is disconcerting.”
“You think there might be more to it than a chance meeting?” Dawn asked.
“Well… I don’t see how—or why—a meeting such as this would be purposely brought about, but it would be hasty to dismiss the possibility.”
Faith spoke up then. “All right then. I volunteer to go back to the bar and check her out.”
Everyone turned to look at her.
“What?” she asked. “Giles is right, we should at least check. And I’d be glad to do it.”
“Right,” Dawn drew out the word. “You’d be happy to go sit in a bar
to keep an eye on a woman who has little potential of being in any way dangerous?”
“Hey, I resent the implication that I’m doing this for any reason other… you’re not buying it are you?” Three negative shakes of the head.
“I do feel somewhat silly about bringing this up,” Giles said after a few moments. “And I’d rather not waste any of our peoples time with nothing.”
“Hey, I still meant what I said,” Faith spoke up. “I’ve passed the place you mentioned a few times, it’s on the way back to my apartment. I could stop in on my way home, check for the girl, and possibly scout her out. If she’s not there,” a shrug, “then I’ll just grab a quick drink and head home. No time wasted.”
“Are you sure, Faith?” Buffy asked.
She shrugged. “Why not. As I said, it’s on my way home. Which is where I was headed when Watcher-man came in all flustered.”
* * * * *
Faith walked down the steps and entered the bar. The reason she always neglected to come in to this place was because it didn’t really match her style. This place was more a coffee house meets bar. A bit too… contemporary. She liked the places with character. Which is why she frequented (in the sense that she went there a couple nights a week) a Bar and Grill a few blocks away, run by this nice Australian guy. She always did wonder about the name though…
Faith sat at the bar and ordered a coke. Despite what many thought, especially with her liking for bars, she very sparingly drank alcohol.
She studied the people around her, wondering if the girl Giles had run into would still be there after an hour.
A laugh from a table near the door drew her attention. Three woman sat around a small round table drinking, and the dark-haired one was laughing. She also matched Giles’ description.
Sliding off her stool she casually walked over and sat at a close table with her back to them. She didn’t so much need to watch, as listen. Though still, she sat so she could see their reflection in the window. She was about to take a sip of her drink when something one of the blondes said caused her to pause.
* * * *
“Your aunt really chased one of your boyfriends down the street with a shovel?” Susan said through her laughing.
“Yes. She said the stars told her that his head was full of a catwoman.”
“Which one? Julie Newmar, Lee Meriwether, or Eartha Kitt?” Sally asked.
Susan looked at Sally with a raised eyebrow. “I’m not even going to ask how you know that.”
Sally rolled her eyes. “What, I can’t know about bad sixties sitcoms?”
“Not that kind of catwoman,” Jane interrupted. “Later on, I found out that he was married. His wife owns a shop specialising in cat toys and things like that!”
“So your aunt’s some sort of mind reader then?” Susan asked sceptically.
“No. Not so much mind reading, but she is psychic,” Jane replied. “She’s great with a deck of tarot cards. And the stars tell her things. Sometimes her doll, Ms. Edith, as well.”
The two blondes shared a look.
“Oh yes, she’s definitely related to you,” Sally said.
Jane pouted. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”
“Not at all,” Sally replied. “It just… explains a lot.”
Susan nodded in agreement.