The scene that she found, however, exceeded every scenario running through her mind. “Typical,” she muttered, taking off all the same. She had just hooked her stake into her belt, frowning a bit at the signs of wear against the fabric when the classic damsel-in-distress scream tore through the still night air, reverberating off every tree in the graveyard. It was a fact universally acknowledged that once someone gave up on something, a reason to stay inevitably popped up. “Enough stalling,” she told herself, rising lazily to her feet. They would have to arrange a time where Buffy could find some small way to contribute and quell her guilt over making her school-happy friend do the entire project by herself. Well, knowing Willow, doing diddly wasn’t an option. That wasn’t even counting the English paper she had due next Tuesday, or the history project she and Willow had done diddly on since it was assigned. Really, no one should feel that obligated to give out so much homework. She wondered if she could have Giles investigate the possibility that Mr. She might as well pack it in and go home.Īfter all, who could resist the tug of algebra? No guttural growls of the recently undead. There wasn’t any doubt about that.Įven the night was still.
DANCING IN THE DARK MOONLIGHT RED DRESS PROFESSIONAL
The guy could make it as a professional stalker. There were times when she felt him watching her…knowing that it was him without knowing how she knew. For a guy that had been around for two centuries, he really needed advice on socializing. Angel only dropped by to warn her that the world was ending or that she was supposed to die-or both, on a really good day. She had come out here more and more often in the hope of running into Angel, though that seemed to be fruitless in itself. Despite all her griping, the crap she gave Giles on a regular basis-even her own spiral of inward complaints-there was something to be said for the peacefulness of a cemetery on a night void of activity. It was the first night in several that she felt like indulging in her calling, and the lousy vamps that were supposed to run rampant were nowhere to be seen.Ī deep breath spilled past her lips and she took a seat on the nearest headstone. The place that had killed her the year before, as in literally. After all, Sunnydale: equal to largest vat of evil on earth. Really wanted to let loose a little energy before tackling some algebra. Not for any reason-per se-she just really wanted to kill something. She had been looking forward to patrol tonight, too. Just a big, empty, ungrateful graveyard that wasn’t driving the up on rectifying her boredom.
There were nights when patrol was so tedious, she thought about approaching Giles with the aspiration of redefining hellmouth.
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