Noise on the porch _evil_within

Mar 28, 2005 16:14

"Buffy?" I called, standing. "Did you forget your key?" She did that sometimes. Although that would be pretty stupid, since I'd been out of town. Still, it happens. I flipped off the television, and headed for the door.

Still no knock. More like shuffling of feet. And talking.

"I'm on my way, who-ever is out there." I tripped over one of the gallery boxes on the way.

"Damn," I swung the door open, "Buffy I just snagged by dress on this box, and look at the size hole it left. I trust you had fun with..." I trailed off, noticing that it was not Buffy who graced my steps. Indeed.

It was Rupert, I mean Mr. Giles she blushes, to herself. Willow. Faith was here, but no one looked happy. All with some strange man I didn't know.

"What is it? What's wrong? Something is wrong with Buffy, I just know it. What, tell me what you know right now!" I'm over reacting, or I hope I am. But they are here, looking as though someone killed their puppy.

Or that someone was just dead. And Faith, maybe that meant...

"No...Buffy can't....don't you dare tell me I've lost my daughter!" They were still on the porch. But I had to know.
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