“Who are you talking too?” The vamp said right before I punched him in the face causing him to fall to the ground. Sure he looked nothing like Giles, sounded nothing like Giles, but it was close enough. I had to get this off my chest and to be honest I could not bring myself to say this to the real Giles so this vamp would have to be my Giles substitute.
“Perhaps it was because I had to kill /my/ boyfriend. You know the guy, tall, broody, killed your girlfriend. Yeah Giles I killed him right before he got his…” It was right there that the vamp made a dive for me. I did not want to stake him, I wanted to complete that sentence so bad, but I had no choice. It happened fast, the stake hit him clean in the heart and he irrupted in a plume of smoke. Damn it, what were the odds I would find another vamp in tweed tonight?
I sighed and looked at my watch and though part of me knew I was far from done with patrol I felt the sudden urge to stop by the Bronze. Maybe the gang would be there. Granted I was going to see them tomorrow at school but I felt a sudden desire to see them now. I did not know why, maybe a familiar face would have been nice even though I still was not sure what I would say to them when I saw them.
I slowly made my way to the bronze, I figured that the bronze should be on my patrol route anyway after all it seemed to be a rather popular spot for the living and dead alike, I mean there really is not much to do in Sunnydale.
When I stepped inside I half expected everyone to turn and stare at me, which of course did not happen so I just slinked in hoping to see Willow or Xander. I did not see anyone though so I made my way to the second floor and figured I would make Giles proud and try and ‘sense’ the vampires from that vantage point, use my slayer skills to find evil.
I had spent a few minutes just staring into the crowd bellow me when I sensed someone move next to me. At first I thought it was Xander but when I turned to look it was someone else, someone only vaguely familiar.
“Hi.. can I help you?” I asked feeling oddly tense.
(open to Holden and later Faith and Cordy)