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23 September 2012 @ 08:47 pm
Sunset Chapter 1 - 'Minions'  
Start of a kind of series that just popped into my head. I rarely (ok never) do anything with chapters so this is a bit of an experiment to see if I can keep it up when it's not just a one-off fic. Chapter one is fairly short, really more of a prologue. But hopefully chapter two will be longer. :P

Set post-Passion.


It was a school night.
Buffy dropped down from the wall and walked swiftly across the grass along rows of graves, crossbow held at her side. She had a few stakes with her too, as always, but recently she’d taken to bringing the crossbow along on patrol most nights. Some things were better done at a distance. It was a warm, clear night, the moon nearly full and throwing pale light across the cemetery. Only the faint sounds of distant traffic and her own breath broke the silence.
“Buffy.”
She whirled round, swinging the crossbow forward in one swift movement and shifting instinctively into a defensive stance.
The moonlight revealed the familiar face of Giles, who took a hasty step back and raised his hands.
“It’s alright! It’s just me. Comforting to see your reflexes are as good as ever.” He glanced at the crossbow she held still pointed at his heart. 
“I’d rather you didn’t shoot me though, if it’s all the same to you.” A strange half-smile flitted across his face. “Once was quite enough.”
“Sorry,” she said, lowering the weapon. “Guess I’m a little on edge.”
“Yes, I can see.” He sighed. “Buffy, you’ve been working too hard. Willow came to see me; she’s worried about you.”
“I have to. It’s my job, remember?”
“The fact that you didn’t hear me coming proves that you shouldn’t be out here,” Giles said. “Buffy, it’s nearly two in the morning, and you’ve been here since sunset. Last night too. Even you need to sleep occasionally.”
“I can’t afford to slack off now,” Buffy said. “Not with Angel out there.”
“We don’t know where he is. You can’t patrol the whole town until you just happen to run across him.”
“I asked around. Word is he’s trying to make more vamps. Build up a bunch of minions, since they lost most of them when you…” She hesitated, glancing sideways at him, but he gave no reaction. “When their old place was destroyed.”
“They burned?” he said calmly. “I would have thought they’d simply run away.”
“They did,” said Buffy. “According to Willy, they just kept running. Vampires not so big on the loyalty. As soon as things got tough most of ‘em decided they were better off going solo.”


She turned and started to walk between the rows of headstones as she talked, Giles falling into step beside her.


“But Angel knows he can’t take on all of us by himself,” she continued, “especially now we’re on our guard, and with Spike pretty much out of the picture.”
“So more vampires.”
“Yep. And more vamps usually means cemeteries. He’ll want to grab them as soon as they rise. So this is where I’ll be too. It’s just a matter of time.”
“It makes sense,” said Giles slowly. “But it doesn’t mean you have to be here all night, every night. You won’t be any use to anyone if you work yourself into exhaustion.” He put his hand on his arm to stop her, and looked down at her seriously. “I don’t want to see you get hurt,” he said quietly.
Buffy looked at his expression and sighed. “Look, one more sweep and then I’ll call it a night, ok? You’re armed, right? Then if you really want to speed things up you could take the north side while I go check the crypts down here.”
Giles hesitated for a moment and then nodded. “I’ll meet you back here,” he said, “and walk you home. Just in case.” 
Just in case I decide to stay out a little later after all, thought Buffy. She nodded resignedly. “Right. Yell if you run into trouble, ok?”


Giles gave a brief smile and headed off to the left. Buffy watched him disappear into the darkness, frowning a little. He was right, of course, but that didn’t make it easier to hear. Besides, right now what she really wanted was to be alone. Patrolling, bizarrely enough, was the one time she found she could almost forget about everything that had happened. It made her feel like she was doing something. And it was the only time she didn’t have to intercept worried glances from her friends and answer constant questions about how she was feeling.


Buffy sighed heavily and started towards the crypts. She could hardly blame Giles. It made sense that’d he’d be a little overprotective, especially now.


Giles had never exactly been one to share his feelings, so aside from the moment he broke down in her arms after his attack on Angel, his grief has been a very private, personal affair. The library was even quieter than usual; most of the students were keeping their distance. Giles himself did little and said even less – he seemed constantly tired, slower somehow, as if every breath was a terrible effort. A couple of times Buffy had caught him just sitting silently, staring into space at nothing at all. But for the most part he had kept up his old routine. He hadn’t even missed a day of work. He was trying to keep things as normal as possible for her sake, Buffy knew, and a hot twist of guilt curled in the pit of her stomach at the thought. Even now he was putting himself second, maintaining a brave face for his Slayer.


Buffy didn’t need to imagine how much pain he was really in. She knew all too well.


The line of crypts were as familiar now to her as the rooms of her own house. She went through them methodically, not really expecting to find anything. None of them had any recent additions, as far as she knew, and most vampires these days preferred to spend their time somewhere more secure with a Slayer in town anyway. But it if she was going to patrol, she may as well be thorough. The first one was dusty and cold and dank. The theme also featured heavily with the second one, and the third. As she reached the fourth, she thought she heard a faint sound coming from inside. Rats perhaps, but it didn’t hurt to be careful.
Buffy pushed the door open carefully and went inside, crossbow first. The crypt was much like the others, except for one important difference – there was a body slumped on the floor, and a vampire standing over it, drinking from someone else held limp in his grasp. 


Buffy’s sharp intake of breath made him look up and eye her interestedly.
“Well, look who it is.”
Angel. Her heartbeat sped up and her breath quickened as she saw his face, lit by the bright moonlight streaming through the door. Whether it was from fear, anger, disgust, or even…she didn’t know any more.
“Skulking around in a crypt,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “Not really your style, is it?”
“Well I’ve got some friends due to rise around about now in the area,” he said. “But y’know I got a little bored, so I thought I’d go hit the town and pick up a couple of girls while I waited.” He let the woman he was holding slump to the floor, lifeless, next to the other one. “You’re not jealous are you, honey?” he said. “I swear they didn’t mean anything. They were just a snack.” He kicked the body to the side with his foot.
“You’re disgusting,” Buffy said coldly, “and you’re just making this that much easier.”
Angel rolled his eyes. “Oh come on Buffy,” he drawled. “We’ve played this scene before. We both know you can’t do it.”


“I can,” said Giles, stepping through the doorway of the crypt. 


Buffy  didn’t look round, keeping the crossbow trained, unwavering, at Angel’s heart.
“And you’d be amazed what I can do,” she said, “when someone threatens and kills people I care about.”
“Tough talk. And wow, you even brought Daddy along,” Angel said, his eyes betraying a hint of nervousness, flickering to Giles. “Looks like I might have my work cut out after all.” Then his face broke into a slow grin. “Lucky for me I brought some company too.”
A shadow stirred in the back corner, and there was a rustle of skirts as a dark figure strolled forwards. Buffy took a step back, her crossbow wavering between Angel and the new threat.
“Drusilla,” said Giles.
“Sorry. She couldn’t make it,” said a familiar voice. “It’s a shame, she was looking forward to seeing the look on your faces almost as much as we were.”

The figure stepped into the light.

“Hey Rupert,” said Jenny Calendar, licking the blood lazily from her fangs. “It’s been a while. Think we could still get back together?”


To Be Continued…


 
 
calendilescalendiles on September 23rd, 2012 07:53 pm (UTC)
BGAH.
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WOAH.
TYSALKHRGHGFGHLFHGLKNGFJNHGYSGBFIDSHNFGLJSNGHIUHGLFGNLKFSJGNSKLDHNJFSDKGBFSGN:SJNOSNHEIUHNBFKNBJDFNGLJDFKDLJFDKL!
ALICE!
PLEASE, MORE! MORE IS NEEEEEEEDED.
Oh my SWEET BANJELELE, I cannot WAIT to see where this goes!
Blessed Lunatic: Flustery Gilesjulsiggy on September 24th, 2012 03:51 am (UTC)
AADHKSDGHSDGHSKDJLGDSSDGKLSDGLKSJ!!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

What a horrible place to leave it. Need more!

Anyway, on a slightly more coherent note...really intrigued by this! I like the concept of vamp!Jenny a lot! Can't wait to see more! :o)