Tonight had been no different from any of the other nights that I had known since coming to Sunnydale. Okay, sure, it was true, many nights, I didn't go outside. And then there were other nights when I did go outside in which the vampire population didn't seem out of control, but on a lot of nights, I had my stakes on me, and my martial arts skills
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I knew that the hellmouth was under my school. I knew that Buffy was the vampire slayer, that Dawn was her sister and that the evil was heating up around here, but what was in the house?
I couldn't waste time worrying about whether or not Buffy liked the intrusion that I was about to perform. She would find out my story when she saw me, and would now if she was in there, but I got the distinct feeling that she wasn't in there and it wasn't Dawn's voice, either. I didn't know who this girl was, but I knew that she was in Buffy's home, and that something else was in there.
I kicked the door open and saw an attractive brunette and a black man, with a smile on his face.
I started towards him and swung, except that I went right through him, and turned, almost separating my shoulder, pulling my shoulder back into place and looking through the ghost to see the girl.
"What the hell is going on here? Where's Buffy?"
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"Robin Wood, in the flesh. Brought into this life by his selfish mother now deceased. I should think, Robin, that you would want to stay as far as this as you could, bein' that your family history is not exactly sterlin' in this area."
I would eat him up and make his death painful, just as Spike, the current disappointment had made his mothea's death painful.
"Buffy is the slayer, but she is not my protector. I can hold my own."
I laughed.
"You can hold your own, can you, Kennedy? You think that you are a slaya and I dare say that in mere seconds, the mortal man with no superpowers that just came into the room would wipe the floor with you."
God, I loved this. I hoped, truly, that I spurred on a fight between the two of them. It would make me laugh and probably vibrate in my non-corporeal way.
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My cool demeanor, usually held, was fading away with rapidity.
"Buffy is the slayer, but she is not my protector. I can hold my own."
The ghostly son a bitch laughed. I wished that he wasn't ghostly.
"She isn't here. Don't bother trying to fight it. He's all talk and no action."
I wanted to ask what he was, but he was gone, at least from our view, just like that, but not before letting out another barb.
"You can hold your own, can you, Kennedy? You think that you are a slaya and I dare say that in mere seconds, the mortal man with no superpowers that just came into the room would wipe the floor with you."
I wasn't entertaining that notion, remotely.
"What was that, and how are you connected to Buffy, Kennedy, is it?"
I calmed down. There was no point in getting worked up unless you were actually going to fight.
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Still trying to shake off rage from that ghosts words, I composed myself. In order to answer that question, I would be giving away something that I wanted to tell Buffy about directly.
I still wasn't sure if the ghost thing was listening, so before I proceeded, I wanted to make sure that we weren't about to be interrupted again by the ineffectual black-Casper-taunter.
"What did it mean about your family and you wanting to stay away? Come to think of it, why are you even here? Last I knew, high school principles didn't make house calls."
I smiled. "I suppose that you are right. High school principals aren't common for making house calls. You have me there, but I assure you that I am on your side. But first, please tell me what that ghost was. It's not common for ghosts to be seen, even if we both know that the world is not only populated by humans."
She was training to be a slayer. I was raised by a watcher. Slayers were from a line and only became one when the last one, Buffy in this case, was killed. One could train for it, if they knew their calling in advance, I supposed.
I wished now, that I had gone over all of those sort of things with Crowley before he passed away.
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