Afterglow of a Different Kind
A/N: I know it's a little short but I promise more is coming. Thanks to everyone who's stuck with story even though I've been very slow on the updates. This chapter begins immediately after chapter 29.
“Clothes, now.” Buffy crisply ordered as she hurriedly began to follow her own command.
Pulling her pants up her legs she felt a searing heat coming from her front pants pocket. Reaching in, heedless to the sharp pain the burning metal object caused to her fingers, she brought forth Rack’s token. With narrowed eyes she gazed into the night sky and saw a slight shimmering haze receding toward the warehouse district.
“This way, now.” And without so much as a glance in Jack’s direction Buffy stalked forward following the receding feel of magic that only moments ago pulsed through her, leaving her with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Quickly, pulling up and fastening his pants Jack followed the slayer into the night. He knew in that moment he was truly seeing her for the first time. Warrior and predator. There was no question in his mind whether he should follow her. He couldn’t see or feel what was drawing her forward. However, he did see the hot glowing metal of Rack’s token in her hand and could only guess that something was leading her toward the dark magic broker. Knowing this could be the break they were looking for in locating Ethan Rayne he followed her unerringly through the darkened streets of Sunnydale.
In the end she was moving so quickly that he was forced to run to keep her in sight. As he ran behind her he pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket to contact his team. Unfortunately for him he had no idea where they were. He’d studied the map of Sunnydale the previous night, before they’d left to hunt down Ethan, but he’d really only focused on their own grid. Mentally he cursed himself for that oversight. Hopefully, Carter paid better attention to the map.
Just as he was about to dial her he noticed Buffy come to stop in the middle of the road and gaze at what appeared to be an empty lot between two buildings.
For Buffy’s part, in front of her was no empty lot. The token she grasped burned even hotter, but she didn’t seem to feel it. All her senses focused on the apparently empty space before her. In front of her, shimmering stood a dilapidated building, that until moments before lay concealed by strong magic.
Quietly, Jack walked up behind her and touched her shoulder, startling her. She jumped slightly at his touch and turned to him.
“Looks like we found Rack’s lair. And can I just say, ewww! Why is it that evil always equals nasty. Just once I’d like to find a nice, crisp, freshly cleaned evil lair.”
“Uh, babe. I don’t see anything,” he said with a slightly skeptical tone.
“Oh, it’s there…” she started to explain only to be cut off by shrill screams.
Both turned their heads sharply toward the screams. Immediately, Buffy recognized the voices, “Willow! Tara!”