Welcome to Sunnydale
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Buffy and Willow are walking along when Buffy hears something behind her.
Buffy spins around, drawing out a stake, but Willow grabs her arm and holds it in place.
"Oh no! Amy's under the thrall of Dracula," Willow yelps as she turns to address the oversize rat. "You're big, but you're still nice, please fight the brainwashing... No, wait. He'd have to come in the room," she says, pausing for a moment before becoming angry. "How could you be dumb enough to invite him in? Oh well. I know the dark energy has pumped you up in size, but you're still pretty far from human..."
"Hello," chides Rattrap. "Male
"So, Dracula lives here," Rattrap asks as he idly scratches his chin. "Interesting. I think I may have just escaped the clutches of one of his 'brides'."
"Great," Buffy says, shaking her head. "I must be slightly thralled, or that wouldn't make me even remotely jealous."
"Well, he is the Dark Prince," Willow says, nodding. "Completely understandable. I'm sure that if I didn't have Tara I'd be slightly crushy too. I mean, I even had a moment of wanting Spike to bite me, before I beaned him in the head with a lamp."
"That's it," announces Rattrap. "I'm getting off the streets. Maybe I'll walk around in daylight when the people are saner."
"Good plan," Buffy says. "Play nice and maybe I won't have to chase you down with an axe."
"Great," Rattrap says as he scuttles off.
"Hey," Willow asks as she tugs Buffy's sleeve. "You sure it's a good idea letting him go?"
"He's a giant talking rat, but he's shorter than I am and his eyes aren't glowy. Unless Giles says there's a rodent prophecy bringing on the apocalypse, I'm not going to worry about it."
Rattrap walks down the shadowy streets of suburban Sunnydale, looking for a place to hide out until morning.
"Hmm... I'm not taking any chances with a place that looks abandoned if there are monsters on the loose. I guess I'll just have to find someone who's home and hope for the best. There's a likely place," he says, leaning forward to sniff the air. "Chlorine compounds... Sounds of laundry being done. Seems friendly enough."
After checking to see if anyone is watching him, Rattrap quickly pops the lock on the basement window of Xander's home and sticks his head in to get a better look.