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“So where we going first, X?” asked Faith as she reclined in the passenger seat of the Celica.

“I figured stop off in LA for a few days,” he replied as he reached out to fiddle with the knob on the radio he’d updated the car with.  It had been the only thing he’s replaced in it since buying the car from his uncle other than the fresh paint ( Read more... )

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Xander was leaning against the wall of the shower when he heard the bathroom door open.  A shadowy figure moved from the mist that had fogged up the room from the hot water then it opened the glass shower door.

As Faith dropped the robe she’d been covering herself with, his eyes bulged and he straightened against the wall.  A gorgeous woman ( Read more... )

“You can’t keep doing this!” exploded Buffy after Xander pulled his hood back, the realization that he was the hunter Altaïr flooring her.  “You’re…”

“What?” snapped the former Zeppo.  “Not a Slayer?  You let Willow and Oz fight no problem - even Giles.  But, damn, I try to get in on things and suddenly we’re being picky?”

The blonde stared at ( Read more... )

“So what it like, X?”

“What’s what like?” asked Xander from where he was opening a box in his new apartment - which was a warehouse he’d bought with money taken from vampire nests and the few odd job wages.

The Slayer looked at him from the pile of boxes she was lounging on then replied, “Having some dude’s memories in your head.  That’s gotta ( Read more... )

“So,” said Faith as she stumbled across the hunter B had told her about, “you’re turning into a regular boogeyman for vamps.  Even got a nice name.

“I’ve heard rumors,” he said with a casual shrug.  The tinge of an accent in his voice made the Slayer shiver - accents were usually sexy.  Unless you were Wussley.  “What now then, Faith?”

“Know my ( Read more... )

“Giles, there’s someone out hunting vampires!”

Xander cocked his head to the side at the sound of Buffy’s voice as he flipped through one of the books for research and grinned at the Watcher’s reply of “That would be you doing that.”  Either Giles was too tired to be proper British or he was starting to grow on the man.

“No!” he heard Buffy ( Read more... )

First there were the underclothes, soft white pants and a long sleeved shirt.  Over that was a hooded white robe with an intricate pattern that looped around the shoulders in black thread, over which there was the wide belt with its attacked knife sheaths with a red sash underneath that hung down at the front and back.  It took a moment to ( Read more... )