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I was still fuming from the incident with Wesley when I received a note that I was to meet with Snyder in the morning. I knew that this was most likely going to be yet one more of his meetings where he tells me the importance on keeping tabs on the children and how they are evil and God only knows what else. I decided that if I was to be in his office early in the morning I should now leave the library to get some rest.
I didn't get much rest though, I spent the whole night wishing that Jenny was by my side and in my arms. Instead she was at home and probably working on that blasted curse that had brought us to the place we currently were. I decided to do some research of my own most of the night, longing to find a better way to curse Angelus, one that won't allow him to lose said soul. I don't wish to be in this posistion again.
I didn't realize what time it was until my alarm clock sounded. It was 5 am and I needed to begin to prepare for the meeting with Snyder so I pushed the books away and made myself as ready as I could be for such a meeting. When I arrived to the school finally at 7 am Snyder was waiting standing at his office door.
As I had expected he wanted to give me the daily speech on how I am coddling the students and that Buffy Summers was a hoodlum, and who knows what else. I managed to tune him out about half an hour into the meeting. When he was finally finished the bell for the 8 am classes sounded. He was about to further lecture me when he noticed a student that he needed to 'talk' to so I quietly excused myself and made my way back to the library.
I found myself momentarily distracted as I stood outside Jenny's classroom door and watched her teach. She is simply elegant when she lectures to the children, though I detest computers she almost makes me wish to know more, that is a talented woman indeed.
I finally made it back to the library about 9:15 am and to my horror I opened the book cage to find Buffy bleeing to death. I was in a state of shock and could not will myself to move. Finally I find my strength and get her untied attempting to ascertain whether she was even alive.
"Oh Dear Lord"
I said as I moved to call 911. I couldn't do this on my own. The stake in her chest was almost enough to send me over the deep end. I was not losing her, I couldn't lose her, I refuse to lose this amazing young woman.
[[open to Wesley and Buffy]]
I didn't get much rest though, I spent the whole night wishing that Jenny was by my side and in my arms. Instead she was at home and probably working on that blasted curse that had brought us to the place we currently were. I decided to do some research of my own most of the night, longing to find a better way to curse Angelus, one that won't allow him to lose said soul. I don't wish to be in this posistion again.
I didn't realize what time it was until my alarm clock sounded. It was 5 am and I needed to begin to prepare for the meeting with Snyder so I pushed the books away and made myself as ready as I could be for such a meeting. When I arrived to the school finally at 7 am Snyder was waiting standing at his office door.
As I had expected he wanted to give me the daily speech on how I am coddling the students and that Buffy Summers was a hoodlum, and who knows what else. I managed to tune him out about half an hour into the meeting. When he was finally finished the bell for the 8 am classes sounded. He was about to further lecture me when he noticed a student that he needed to 'talk' to so I quietly excused myself and made my way back to the library.
I found myself momentarily distracted as I stood outside Jenny's classroom door and watched her teach. She is simply elegant when she lectures to the children, though I detest computers she almost makes me wish to know more, that is a talented woman indeed.
I finally made it back to the library about 9:15 am and to my horror I opened the book cage to find Buffy bleeing to death. I was in a state of shock and could not will myself to move. Finally I find my strength and get her untied attempting to ascertain whether she was even alive.
"Oh Dear Lord"
I said as I moved to call 911. I couldn't do this on my own. The stake in her chest was almost enough to send me over the deep end. I was not losing her, I couldn't lose her, I refuse to lose this amazing young woman.
[[open to Wesley and Buffy]]