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Summary: Members of the Anita Blake cast wake up in Sunnydale, response to challenge 1685.

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Anita Blake > GeneralSpiralMemoryFR1832,8171308,0192 Aug 0625 Aug 06No

Chapter 3

I apologize for the delay in updates, it's been really hectic.
Usual disclaimers like you know, Joss and his gang of pirates own all rights to BtVS. (Scaliwags, dey be. Yar!)
Anita and any other members of the Anita Blake universe owned by Ms. Hamilton. (De mistress wouldn't give me the rights, even afta of'ring her me treas're chest of gold. Yar, maties, want a cookie?)

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I found myself falling and my face heading toward the ground. I landed flatly against the ground with a thud and felt the gun bounce out of my hands. I looked down at my oversized pants and found the pant-leg had been caught in the door.

“Damn it, ”I mumbled. I heard Giles yell to Buffy to get the gun. Buffy capitalized on this embarrassing moment and I heard a quick patter of feet. She had my gun in her hands before I even had time to look back up. How the hell did she move so fast? She quickly handed the gun over to Giles like it was something disgusting before she stalked over to me. I tried to reach my other gun I usually have strapped around my ankle, but since my pant-leg was caught in the door the action was moot.

“Looks like someone dropped their little toy, “ Buffy said in a sing-song voice. I tried to get to my feet and to the door to get my pants leg out of it, but Buffy grabbed both of my hands in an inhumanly strong grip. A sharp string of magic cursed through my arm from the moment her hands touched my skin. She must have felt the same thing as she dropped me out of reflex and again I landed face-first on the floor with another thud. At this rate my nose was going to get broken.

“She’s…she’s uhm…Giles, she’s feels like magic!” Buffy said to Giles freaking out while taking a step back. Great, she’s a Sensitive. It figures that would be my luck. I reached up to the door and actually got it open before the Brit grabbed both my hands and pulled me up face-to-face to him in the air. He quickly shut the door with one of his feet while some magic coursed through the contact of our hands. It wasn’t as sharp as it was with Buffy, but it was enough. Giles lifted one eye-brow in semi-shock of the feeling as I tried to wiggle out of his hands. My feet dangled more than a foot off the ground. I really hate being this short.

“I don’t think so, young lady. You are not going anywhere until we have some answers. “ Giles stated as I stopped my squirming. I looked him directly in the eyes and a smirk came across my face. I had faced down vampires, some of whom were Masters of a City , and some where more than 1000 years old. The poor guy just doesn’t know what was in store for him.

I swung both feet back to the door and pushed off of it as hard as my 5 year old body could do. With the momentum of the swing and the fact I still had shoes on, I lifted both my feet and landed a double-kick square to his chin. The crazy stunt worked as his head snapped back and both his hands let go of mine. I saw Buffy’s eyes go wide from what I had done and I took advantage of it. I quickly opened the door and ran as fast as I could, lifting my pant legs to keep from tripping over them. I was almost out of the door when I collided with a short and creepy looking man.

“Why don’t you watch where you are going? “ said the creepy man as he got back to his feet. “The kids of this school have no respect for the rules. There are no running in the hallways!” He turned around and faced me, before doing a double-take. “You’re not one of my kids. You’re supposed to be in the elementary school. Where are you parents?” I looked up at him directly in his scrunched-up face and into his beady, little eyes. Why did he look familiar?

You know, looking back at it I could have faked my way out of the situation. I could have said that my parents or sister or uncle or something were in the library. But, of course, today was not one of my better days with the teleporting, massive headache, and blonde bimbos. Regretfully, I didn’t think as clearly as I should have and the next thing I knew my anger had gotten the best of me.

“None of your business, you filthy troll. Why don’t your just turn around go back to the fucking cave you crawled out of. “That’s it! He looked like a Lesser Smokey Mountain Troll, but without the hair from head to toe. The only patches of hair I could visibly see were on his arms, his nostrils, and out of his ears. His appearance was definitely not attractive.

“Why you little runt! How dare you?! Don’t you have respect for your elders?” the troll yelled in outrage. I turned to run, but he was quicker than I had anticipated. He grabbed me by my the straps of my outfit and pulled me back into the library.

“Let me go, asshole!” I yelled at him, trying to turn around and bite him. If I could get one good bite, he would let me go. As it were, he held my straps on my back tightly and I couldn’t turn around. He walked over to a one of the chairs in the library and lifted me off the ground. He laid me down over lap and I felt my backside sting and burn. I looked back and saw the jerk lifting his hand to let go another slap. The bastard was spanking me!

“YOU.” SLAP! “WILL.” SLAP! “LEARN.” SLAP! “THE.” SLAP! “MEANING.” SLAP! “OF” SLAP! “RESPECT!” Each word I yelped out of surprise. I could feel the cheeks on my face flush with red due to the situation and out of my anger. I tried to squirm out of his hold, but he still had me by my straps.

“Principal Snyder!” Buffy yelled in surprise after coming to our location. She still had that deer-like gaze on her face which slowly turned into a snicker once she absorbed the scenario. Then she started to giggle. She tried not to make it seem obvious, but I could still tell she was laughing at me.

“Summers! I should have known she was with you. She’s got the same trouble-making attitude that you do! Who is she and what is she doing in my school?” the troll asked as he got up and put me on my feet. He shoved me toward Buffy and I went for my gun in my ankle hoister. Buffy was quick to read my intentions and spun me around with one hand on my arm and the other on my mouth. Once again I was stuck in her iron grip.

“Sorry, Principal Snyder. My aunt was visiting with her and she came down with the flu. My Mom couldn’t watch her as she has an art exhibition today so I brought her here to see if Giles could keep an eye on her. “ Buffy stammered out with a grin on her face.

“This isn’t a daycare, Summers! That brat can’t stay here. Have someone pick her up immediately! “ snarled Snyder. I tried to squirm out of Buffy’s grip to kick the troll in the teeth, but it was still no use. “I’m watching you two. If you try anything, I’ll make sure that you’ll regret it. “ Snyder warned. He glared at me and then to Buffy. She just smiled right back at him. He give me one more glance and turned around to walk away.

“I think we need to have a little talk, “ Buffy stated as Snyder’s footsteps echoed off the school hallways. Today just kept getting better and better.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Shorter point of view" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 25 Aug 06.

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