"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."
--Ancient Proverb
Santa Carla, California
8 August 1998
"AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!"
The vampire shrieked and bubbled as if drowning in acid from the sheer amount of holy water drenching it. The two young men watched the skin boil off of the vampire's bones, and shouldered their Super Soakers. They turned to each other and grinned.
"Good shooting, Alan," the older one said.
"Not too bad yourself, Edgar." Alan replied.
"And as the song says, 'Another One Bites The Dust.'" came a voice behind them.
Both Edgar and Alan turned, seeing a younger man holding a high-tech compound bow.
"Hey, Sam." Edgar called. "Find any?"
"Got one. That the last one?" Sam asked, indicating the pile of goo.
"Yep. Let's head back to the store." Alan said.
"Good, the new issue of Tomb of Dracula came in today." Sam said. "And we could finish that argument about red kryptonite..."
As the three men walked away, joking with each other, they failed to notice a solitary figure watching them from the shadows.
And the figure did not see the man watching her.
Sunnydale, California
9 August 1998
WELCOME TO SUNNYDALE
Light flashed on the sign, and the sign exploded as a DeSoto Sportsman plowed through it. The Sportsman swerved back onto the road, continued about fifty yards, then pulled over. A truck behind them pulled up and stopped.
Angelus climbed out of the car, swearing fluently. As Spike got out of the car, Angelus turned on him.
"Shit, Spike! Just announce to the world that we're here! I wanted to keep a low profile!"
"Sorry, mate, but trashing that sign's sort of a good luck ritual. And I know you wouldn't want me to break with tradition."
"So what did Willy tell you when you called yesterday?"
"He said that the Slayer and company left about a week ago, and haven't come back. He's got no idea when they'll be back."
"Good. I set up a place for us to stay." Angelus remarked. "We're going to keep a very low profile, and slowly build up our numbers. Once we do, we'll start working out a plan to eliminate the Slayer. And I want to pay a visit to Willie when we're set up."
"What makes you think he won't blab to the Wanderer?" Spike asked.
"He knows what I would do to him if he does."
"True. So where are we headed."
"You know that old mansion that some old silent movie star owned? It was recently purchased by a 'Mr. A.'"
"You're serious? We're supposed to be coming back to raise some serious hell, and you want to play Howard Hughes?" Spike bleated.
"Would you rather go back to that condemned factory?"
"You know what they say: there's no place like home."
"And I say we deserve something better. Trust me on this."
"Spike?" Dru called from the car. "Are we at the pretty new house? I want to have a party. Ms. Edith says that we can invite everyone. Even the Pin Man."
Spike looked at Angelus. "I do NOT like the sound of that."
"Forget it. Dru, do you want to go to the factory instead?"
Dru wailed. "No! We have to go to the pretty house!" She looked over at Spike. "Please, Spike? Pretty please?"
Spike moaned. "Oh, all bloody right."
Santa Carla, California
10 August 1998
The vampire dropped in a heap as Sam's wooden shaft pierced its heart. Sam turned and ran to where Edgar and Alan were checking their equipment.
"I'm down to two arrows, guys." Sam admitted.
"I've got two stakes, and my Soaker's empty!" Edgar shouted.
"Three stakes, quarter load of water." Alan finalized.
"Dammit, Sam, where's your brother?"
"Uhm, at dinner with Star."
Six vampires appeared at the entry of the alley. One vamp, apparently the leader, stepped forward with his game face on.
"Well, if it isn't the mighty hunters? I must say, I'm not impressed."
Edgar smiled. "With a face like yours, it must not take much to impress you."
The vampire growled. "Kill them."
All three men shouted "AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
The leader suddenly was thrown backward by an impact, an arrow sticking out of his chest. As the rest started forward, a second vampire suffered the same fate. A third jerked and screamed, another arrow jutting from his forehead. As he howled in agony, the three vampire hunters saw another arrow enter his chest, causing him to fall to the ground screaming and writhing in his death agonies. The remaining vampires looked uncertain until Alan's shout of "DUST 'EM!" sent them scrambling in retreat.
Edgar and Alan exchanged high-fives and shouted, "Mess with the best, die like the rest! Frog brothers rule!"
Alan turned to Sam. "Good bluff, Sam." He raised his voice into a falsetto. "I'm down to two arrows."
Sam was holding one of the arrows. "These aren't mine, guys. Look."
The shaft was wooden like Sam's arrow, but the arrowhead was metal. Edgar whistled. "Is that what I think it is?"
Sam nodded. "Yep, silver."
"We could sell those and buy some supplies."
"But that raises one question: Who do these arrows belong to?" Sam asked.
Alan shrugged. "Kevin Costner?" Seeing the looks from his companions, he said, "What? What?!?"
Frog Comics
Santa Carla, California
11 August 1998
Edgar was emptying the cash register while Sam and Alan loaded stock in the back. Another five minutes, they'd close up the store and take a well deserved night off by going to Mickey D's for a quick dinner, then heading home.
<Even bloodsuckers take a night off once in a while.> he thought as they watched the sun set over the ocean.
As he finished counting the money, a young woman walked in, wearing black sweats and running shoes, with long black hair, hazel eyes and ivory colored skin. She had some kind of carrying bag over one shoulder, and she was carrying a cloth sack in her right hand. Edgar swore he could hear the clink of metal.
"Uh, I'm sorry, Miss, but we're closed." he informed her. <Too bad, she's cute...>
"You are the one called Edgar Frog?" she asked in an accented voice.
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm Edgar. Can I help you?"
"Actually, I came to help you." she countered. "At least, for a short time."
"To help me? We're not hiring, I'm sorry."
"You hunt vampires in this town."
<What?!? UHOH...> "I don't know what you're talking about."
The woman smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Then you would not mind returning my property to me?"
"What property?" Edgar asked, growing nervous.
"Four longbow arrows with silver-crafted arrowheads."
The blood drained from Edgar's face as he realized what she was talking about. He started to back up against the wall, stammering. The woman looked concerned. "Edgar Frog, are you ill? Perhaps I can help." And she began to move forward.
Edgar flipped. "AAAAAHHHH!!" He grabbed a small liquid-filled bottle from under the counter and threw it at her. The bottle flew straight at her head, and Edgar thought <YES!> until she reached up with surprising reflexes and caught the bottle out of midair. She looked at the bottle curiously.
"That was not kind of you, Edgar Frog." she said in a neutral tone.
"Freeze, bloodsucker!!"
The woman turned and put herself on guard, then froze at the sight of Alan and Sam aiming weapons at her, Alan a Super Soaker and Sam his bow, an arrow aimed directly at her.
"Get away from him! Or you'll get a holy water enema!" Alan ordered her.
The woman narrowed her eyes. "So that Sam can shoot me with his arrow? I think not, Alan Frog."
"What makes you think I can't hit you from here?" Sam asked.
"I know you could, Sam. Your archery skills are..." she paused, as if looking for a proper word, "...adequate."
"Adequate?" Sam looked confused.
"Yes. Not up to my level of skill, but decent enough."
"Oh really. How good are you?"
"Those were my arrows that you picked up last night. I would like them returned to me."
Sam and Alan exchanged glances, and Alan spoke up. "YOU killed those vamps?"
"Yes, I did." she confirmed, very matter-of-factly.
"Uh, guys?" Edgar piped in. "Remember me?"
The mens' attention returned to the situation at hand.
"Get away from him. Now."
"He seemed to grow pale. I was merely offering assistance."
"You were going to bite me!!" Edgar protested. "Spray her!"
"You would shoot me with a water gun?" she asked, obviously amused.
"Holy water gun, sweetheart." Alan retorted.
"Alan Frog, I am no one's 'sweetheart.' Do not suggest such a thing again." she told him in a cold tone. "And what good would holy water do?"
Sam smiled grimly. "You're a bloodsucker, figure it out."
Understanding dawned on her, then she looked at the bottle in her hand. She glanced at Edgar. "Holy water, as well?" she asked, indicating the bottle.
Edgar nodded.
"Then watch very carefully."
She opened the bottle, and moving slow to show she posed no threat, proceeded to drink the contents without a pause for breath. When she finished, she put the top back on the bottle and easily tossed it to Edgar, who fumbled it before finally holding on.
"Was that a sufficient demonstration, gentlemen?" she asked with mock courtesy.
Alan stuttered. "Uhm, I, uh, I suppose so." He nodded to Sam, who lowered his bow.
"What do you want?" Sam asked the woman.
"You three hunt vampires. I came to offer assistance, perhaps an alliance."
Edgar took up the questioning. "You hunt bloodsuckers, too?"
She paused, considering her answer. "Not hunt, not anymore. I will fight to save lives, like I did yours last night."
Alan laughed. "We did just fine last night, thank you very much."
"With two arrows, five stakes, and a quarter-load of water?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "You must be deadly to take out six vampires with just that."
Sam chuckled, but Edgar spoke up. "Let's say, for the sake of argument, we decide to accept you into our organization. How long will you be around, and what do you bring to the table?"
The woman looked confused. "Bring to the table?"
"Yes. What skills do you have?"
"I see. To answer your first question, two weeks, after which I will leave for Sunnydale to attend school. For your second question, I have years of experience fighting vampires. I also have knowledge of their strengths and weaknesses."
"We have that, too," Sam put forth. "We have good sources of information."
"Such as comic books, Sam?" she said, waving her hand around.
"And library cards, lady."
"Very well. To continue, I have had some training in karate, tae kwan do, and judo, as well as intensive training in various weapons. Finally, I do have some friends who know of these creatures, and have experience hunting them as well."
Alan and Sam looked impressed, but Edgar remained skeptical. "Tell me one more thing. What's your preferred method of killing vamps? Super Soaker? Stake?"
"I find decapitation works best."
Alan's eyes went wide. "You cut off their heads?!? HOW?!?"
The woman looked at him as if he were stupid. "With a longsword, of
course. And you have seen the evidence of my archery talents."
Edgar walked over to the other two. They talked for a few minutes, then Sam came over and extended a hand.
"Welcome to Santa Carla,..." he waited for a name.
"Hunter. Shaw Hunter." she supplied, taking his hand.
"Well, Shaw, we're heading for dinner. Want to join us?"
She nodded. "Very well, I shall."
As the hunters were sitting at their table, the Frogs were trying to pry information out of their new ally.
"So, Shaw, why are you here in Santa Carla?" Alan asked.
"I was journeying to Sunnydale to attend school. I am an... exchange student. But I noticed what was going on here. I could not simply pass on."
"Where are you from? I can't place the accent?" he prodded.
"I am from Scotland."
Edgar looked dubious. "Uhm, I don't mean any offense, but you don't sound Scottish."
Shawukay lowered her eyes. "My father was a... soldier."
"Military brat." Sam concluded.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Your father was sent everywhere, never in one place for a long time?"
She regarded Sam. "Yes. You are quite correct."
"So why'd you start huntin' vamps?" Alan asked her.
A look of pain crossed her face. "A vampire killed my grandparents. I sought revenge, but that was a mistake. I now fight to save lives. Please, Alan Frog, I am not comfortable discussing this."
The brothers were silent, but Sam apologized, then jumped in. "So why us? Why get in contact with us?"
"Because you know what is out there." she said, nodding outside. "And while I find your methods... unorthodox, I must admit you are effective. If I help you now, perhaps at a later date I can count on your assistance."
Edgar pursed his lips. "A 'scratch my back' arrangement?"
Shawukay gave him a killing look. "Edgar Frog, I am not that type of person." she told him coldly, then turned back to Sam. "Sam, do your friends always think in such a manner?"
Sam laughed. "You don't handle slang very well, do you?"
"No, I must admit that I do not. Why?"
"What Edgar meant was to ask if you wanted a 'I help you, you help me' situation."
Her face flushed. "Oh. Please forgive my mistake."
Sam smiled. "So we'll meet you at the store tomorrow night?"
Shawukay agreed, and excused herself. After she left the McDonald's, the three men looked to each other.
"What do you think, Edgar?" Alan asked his brother.
"Considering she's only here two weeks, we could use the help."
"I meant her story."
"Guys," Sam interjected, "did you see the look in her eyes when she mentioned her grandparents? You couldn't fake that kind of anger, man."
Edgar looked thoughtful. "What about that 'fighting to save lives' line of hers? Do you believe that?"
Sam sighed. "Guys? In one word: Batman."
Edgar and Alan nodded in sudden understanding. <And who says you never learn anything from comic books?> Sam thought.
"Sam," Alan began. "Should we bring Michael and Star into this? We could use backup, just to be safe."
"Already did. They'll be tailing us tomorrow."
Santa Carla, California
12 August 1998
Shawukay showed up right at sundown. She came in the back door, carrying Soulreaver at her hip, and her other sword on her back, as well as numerous concealed daggers. She was wearing black sweat pants, a black loose long-sleeved shirt, and her boots. Also, she was wearing a pair of black shades.
Edgar looked at her in confusion. "What's up with the shades, Hunter?"
She looked at him strangely. "To reduce glare from artificial sources of light. It allows me to retain my night vision, Edgar Frog."
"Oh, of course. I was just testing you." he offered, meekly.
"Of course you were. You do not know me. I would do the same if the situation were reversed."
<She BELIEVED me?!?> "Yeah, you're right."
"You ready, Shaw?" Sam asked readying his bow. "Where's your bow?"
"That is your area, Sam." she replied, touching her sword.
"All right, let's hit the road." Edgar told everyone.
They came across a group of seven vampires while walking the back alleys of Santa Carla. The Frogs drew their guns, but Shawukay stopped them. Edgar looked at her.
"What are you doing? We got the drop on them."
"Give me two minutes, Edgar." she said urgently. "Please?"
He saw the honesty in her face. "Okay, hurry."
She ran off. The others waited two minutes, but she didn't come back.
Alan cursed. "I knew it! She took off!"
"Oh well." Edgar said, then shouted. "BLAST 'EM!"
The yell caught the vampires' attention, but it was too late as Sam shot one in the heart, causing him to begin to disintegrate. The Frogs drenched another. That vampire fell to the ground, screaming pitifully. the other five vampires ran for their lives, attempting to escape through the other side of the alley.
Four of them stopped short as a figure stepped in their way, wielding a flaming blade.
The fifth couldn't stop on time, and the figure used his momentum to swing her sword cleanly through his neck. She recovered into an en garde position before the victim completely disintegrated.
Edgar and Alan kept spraying their target, but noticed the figure. "Who the hell..." they began.
"Hunter." Sam finished as he fired an arrow into a vampire's back. However, he missed the heart, the arrow sticking out of the vampire's ribs. He dropped with a shriek.
A second vampire charged Hunter, but she spun to the side and crouched, extending her right leg and tripping up the vamp. As he tried to rise, she gutted him with the flaming sword, and he was bathed in a bright white glow. Before he faded, she slashed him across the throat, finishing the job. He disappeared in a flash.
Two vampires rushed past her, escaping the alley. She walked up to the remaining vampire; the one Sam had wounded, and stabbed him through the heart. He died with a deafening scream.
Edgar and Alan staked their vampire, then started walking towards Hunter.
Sounds of a scuffle sounded nearby.
"What are you waiting for? They are fighting someone else!"
She turned and ran for the source of the noise.
The Frogs and Sam followed, coming up upon the last two of the original seven struggling with a man and woman, who failed to notice a third vampire, with a tangible aura of age around him, looking on in rage.
"Michael! Star!" Sam shouted, unable to get a clear shot.
Shawukay sized up the situation and charged in between the fighters, intercepting the older creature. He backed off, allowing her to approach. This vampire had his demonic visage showing, and he was not happy. He nodded in grudging respect.
"Greetings. I am Slava, the leader of these Brethren. I will have satisfaction over this outrage."
"I will give you one chance to withdraw, blooddrinker."
"I do not think so." he remarked, and drew a wicked looking rapier. "I challenge you."
"I accept your challenge. I am Shaw Hunter."
As the two opponents circled, the Frogs fired at the vampires fighting Michael and Star. The vampires shouted in agony.
Sam turned to see the final healthy vampire engaging Hunter. Sparks flew as their blades met.
Slava sent a series of highly skilled blows at his opponent, who either parried them, or dodged them so that there was nothing but empty air where she had been. Slava was certainly short on patience; after three minutes of battle, he was visibly frustrated.
"Is this how they teach Slayers how to fight these days?" he taunted.
She shook her head. "As I am not a Slayer, I would not know, Slava."
His eyes betrayed his surprise as their swords rang out as they met. "Then what are you? You are more than human, I know that."
Shawukay grinned, and let her shades slip, so that he could make out her glowing eyes. "Tuatha du Danaan."
His instant of shock was the opening she needed. She raised his sword, and unleashed a vicious front kick into his groin. The Frogs had finished their opponents by now, and both said "oooohhh" at the sight of her undignified, yet effective maneuver. As he bent over with a shout, she drove Soulreaver into the front of his throat, driving it all the way to the hilt. She withdrew the weapon, and he vanished in a burst of light.
She slowly sheathed her sword, and looked around to confirm that he was the last. She walked back over to them.
Edgar stepped over to Alan and Sam. "That is one cold, sword-swinging, ball busting bitch." he muttered.
Star sent a wicked glare at the brothers, and cleared her throat with an "Ahem."
Edgar had the grace to look embarrassed. But Shawukay favored him with a glance.
"I shall take that as a compliment, Edgar Frog."
Sam and Alan laughed at the surprised expression on Edgar's face.
"Are you alright?" Michael asked, walking up and shaking her hand.
"Yes. Thank you for the concern." she said, then looked at the three friends. "And you three?"
"We're fine." Sam told her.
"Whoa. That was intense, Hunter." Edgar said. "Although you could have saved some for the rest of us."
"And what's the business with the flames?" Alan asked.
"That is my business, Alan."
"I didn't think we were keeping secrets." Alan said. He didn't see the looks that passed between Shawukay and Michael and Star.
"Such as your friends?" she countered. At their looks, she relented. "The sword is enchanted. The flames however, are illusion. Totally harmless. Although I have never needed to inform my opponents of that fact."
"Cool." Sam said, impressed.
"As for your first question, Edgar, you and Alan were taking your time with your target."
Edgar and Alan looked insulted.
"But I commend your teamwork. Will you introduce me to your friends?"
"Shaw, this is my brother, Michael. His wife, Star." Sam produced the names. "Michael, Star, this is Shaw."
Michael nodded. Star said, "Hello, Shaw."
Shawukay nodded to both of them. "Is that all for tonight? Or do you plan to stay out?"
Edgar shook his head. "That's all for tonight. We'll see you tomorrow?"
She nodded, but Star stepped forward. "Shaw, do you want a ride?"
She looked at her and Michael, and nodded. "I shall see you tomorrow, Edgar. Alan, Sam."
As the three left, Shawukay watched them until they were out of sight, then turned to Michael. "I assume you wanted to talk in private?"
Michael nodded approvingly. "You're quick. Let's get everything out in the open. I saw the looks you gave us."
"Your strength and eyes are like them." she stated. "What are you? I know you are not vampires, you are alive."
"Star and I survived attacks by the same group of vampires ten years ago. We were tricked into drinking their blood, but we never died. Somehow, we gained many of the physical abilities, such as strength, speed, and senses, but without any of the weaknesses or the need for blood. But we aren't invulnerable, we can die just like you can."
"You said senses?" she repeated, seeing the direction this was going to take. "Then you heard."
"Yes, Shaw." Star said softly.
"Yeah, we heard. So you're a..." he stopped. "What term do you use?"
"Elf. But understand, I am only half-elven. What you call a Faerie. And I have not told the others. You saw their reaction to my sword." she said, stating the obvious.
"Shaw, what is your other half?" Star asked. "We saw the glow in your eyes."
"Human. My father. The reason my eyes glow is because I see in what you call the infrared spectrum in an absence of light. That... was why I am wearing these ridiculous spectacles. So that they would not..."
"I see." Michael said with a chuckle. "I can't blame you, knowing Edgar and Alan. Why are you here, though?"
"I assume your brother told you the story I gave them?"
At their nods, she continued.
"I told them the truth. In two weeks, I go to Sunnydale."
"So you are here to help them?"
"I have done so twice already, Michael."
"Good. Maybe now Star and I can take some time off."
Santa Carla, California
22 August 1998
The vampire exploded into a cloud of green smoke as two arrows pierced its heart at once. Two others turned and ran.
Sam stared in shock at the pile of dust. "Uh, Shaw, whose kill was that?"
Shawukay walked over and picked up both arrows. She placed hers into a quiver, and handed Sam his.
"Does it matter, Sam? That creature will no longer take lives, no matter who ended his existence."
"I suppose it doesn't. I see your point."
She simply nodded.
Edgar and Alan walked up. Both had their faces smothered in dust.
"Sorry we're late," Edgar said. "Coupla lady vamps wouldn't take no for an answer."
"You two?"
"One killed, two retreated." she reported. "They have too much of a start on us. They are gone. Although the actual kill is in question, as mine and Sam's arrows penetrated the same location simultaneously."
Edgar looked at her, then at Alan, and back to her. "I think it's bad when you have to ask someone from England to say something in English."
"Shaw and I pulled a Robin Hood." Sam translated.
"Showoffs."
"Oh well, let's call it a night." Edgar said. "See you tomorrow, Shaw?"
"Edgar, I leave tomorrow morning."
The brothers slapped their heads. Sam's face fell.
"I forgot." Edgar admitted. "We've come to think of you as one of the guys."
"One of the guys?" she repeated.
"Yes."
"I was afraid of this." she muttered. At their looks of confusion, she clarified. "If you cannot tell a female when you see one, you are working much too hard."
As she started grinning, Sam got the joke and stared laughing.
Edgar groaned. "That is not what I meant."
"I know. But the look on your face was worth it, Edgar." she said. "I have come to see you as... comrades, as well."
"Oh. Like Batman and Robin?"
Shawukay's only reaction was a blank look.
"Never mind." Sam said.
"Well, Shaw, you've got our number. Give us a call if you need us. Except on Sundays. Even vampire hunters need a day off." Edgar quipped.
"If I encounter any vampires in Sunnydale, I shall ask them to reschedule their rampages," she said in a dry tone.
She shook their hands in turn, and walked off into the night.
"Think we'll see her again?" Alan asked his brother.
"Of course. And she'll have us in more trouble then we could get into ourselves."
"I'm goin' deep, deep, deep, DEEP undercover."
---Axel Foley
Beverly Hills Cop
Sunnydale Bus Depot
Sunnydale, California
22 August 1998
Shawukay stepped off of the bus, and took her first look around Sunnydale.
<Less than impressive.> she thought. <Mielikki, please let this town be better than the one I just came from.>
Shawukay threw the sack containing her swords over her right shoulder, and picked up a bag in each arm. She walked into the bus depot. Looking around, she attempted to get her bearings.
<First order of business, contacting Jonathan's friend. And quickly, there is
only about an hour worth of daylight left.> She ran the thought through her
head again, and shook her head, laughing silently. <Paranoia
will drive you insane. And if not for Jonathan and Mark, you might have already
been.>
She saw a line of telephones on one wall, and started to move towards them. A man walked towards her, blocking her path. The man was about fifty, with graying black hair and blue eyes, and had a ramrod straight posture. He was wearing black clothing, and had a white collar around the front of his neck. She stopped short, instantly on guard.
"Excuse me, miss." he started, in a concerned tone. "did you just arrive from Santa Carla? I'm looking for someone that was supposed to be on the bus."
"What was this person's name? I might know him."
"Her name is Shaw Hunter?" he asked.
"You are Ulric Johansen?"
"Yes," he answered, surprised. "How did... Ms. Hunter, I presume?"
"You may call me Shaw, Father Johansen."
"I was worried. From Jonathan's description, I was expecting someone more... delicate."
"Delicate?"
"Yes. Jonathan informed me of your... background. I am afraid it was my own preconceptions. I apologize for any offense."
"None is taken, Father Johansen." she assured him.
"Please, call me Ulric."
Shawukay hesitated. "Father Johansen, you are a priest. I use your title as a token of respect."
"I see. If that is how you feel..." he said. "In my homeland, Finland, we have legends of the alfar, the elven people."
Her eyebrows rose in interest. "Would you consent to tell me of these stories? I know little of my mother's people on this world."
The priest smiled, pleased to find a common interest between them so quickly.
"I would be honored, Shaw."
They turned and left the station.
Johansen Residence
Sunnydale, California
22 August 1998
"This is your room, Shaw. I use it as a guest room, but not very often."
Shawukay looked at the bed, as well as the small clock radio and dresser. She nodded in satisfaction.
"I realize it is somewhat empty..."
"It is more than sufficient, Father Johansen. I find it... comfortable. Uncluttered."
"Oh, I see." Ulric said. "I keep forgetting you appear younger
than you
are."
"I understand, believe me. Mark always called me 'Kid,' as a joke." she replied with a small grin. "I referred to him as the 'Old Man.'"
Ulric burst into a gale of laughter, deep and bellowing. After a few seconds, he looked to her.
"You certainly know how to relieve tension." he commented. "You must tell me how you met them."
They sat down in his living room and Shawukay related her relationship with Jonathan and Mark. She told him of St. Louis, Paris, Pennsylvania, and Santa Carla. After she was done, Ulric waited a few moments before speaking.
"Shaw, would you mind a small observation?"
"You may proceed."
"You stated your desire to stop hunting the nosferatu, yes?" A nod. "Yet you keep encountering them. Have you considered the possibility that your experience in this area is a reason you are here?"
A burst of surprise registered on her face as she considered that statement. "No, I had not. I hope that is not the only reason. I would hate to think I was chosen for the empty quest for revenge I was on for so long."
Sensing her discomfort on that topic, Ulric switched to her plans.
"The school term begins Tuesday, the first. You will report the second. Will you be ready by then?"
"Absolutely," she said with conviction. "Although I admit to a certain reluctance to this approach."
"I know. What will you do to perform this mission Jonathan mentioned?"
"I am not sure. I will patrol this town at night, after returning here from the school." she said, then shrugged. "I am supposed to find allies here, to fulfill a prophecy. I also have..." she stopped.
"What is the matter, young one?"
"There are things I have learned about my past, which I am not supposed to discuss until the time is correct. Yet I wonder how others will respond to what they will surely see as a deception."
"I see your dilemma. How about this; when you reveal this information, tell them who gave you the information. It might redirect any anger towards you."
"Perhaps. I will consider you advice. Thank you, Father Johansen."
With that, Shawukay excused herself and went to bed.
Weatherly Park
Sunnydale, California
26 August 1998
"So did you enjoy the movie, Cordy?" Xander asked.
"I would have liked it more without your smart comments," she said flippantly.
"What? It's always better if you can laugh during the film."
"Xander, Titanic's a ROMANCE!"
Xander grinned. "That's my point, sweetheart."
Cordelia shot him a withering glare. "I swear, Xander, I can't take you anywhere. I--Xander, look. At the park."
Xander looked, and nodded, his eyes narrowing. A woman, wearing a trenchcoat, her long black hair in a tail, was entering the park. From across the street, a pair of men watched her go in, then quickly crossed the street, and followed the path she'd taken.
"Cordy, did you get a good look at the girl?"
"Why do you always look at the women, Xander?"
"Just answer the question."
"No, I didn't. I was too busy watching the men NOT cast a reflection in a store window. I'm sure YOU got a good look at her, though."
"I didn't see her face. That's why I asked you." Xander elaborated.
"Oh. Well, let's break out the firepower. We've got to save someone again." she mumbled. "And the last week before school starts." Cordelia pulled the car to the side of the road, and the two headed for the rear of the well-equipped vehicle.
"Look at TV heroes. They don't get days off, either."
Cordelia and Xander each broke out a nine-millimeter pistol, armed with special wooden rounds capable of penetrating a vampire's heart. Checking the weapons, Cordelia parked her car across from the park, and the quickly walked in.
A loud scream pierced the air, forcing the two Slayerettes into a run. They found their quarry, but were not prepared for the scene before them.
In a dark area, the woman they'd seen enter the park was twisting and turning, swinging a shining sword, white flames dancing along the blade. One vamp kneeled on the ground, bathed in a white light. The two vampires that had been following her were attempting to get inside her defenses. Cordelia and Xander watched as the kneeling vampire disintegrated.
The woman gutted a second vamp, and quickly drew her sword out. She turned to the last one, who decided that he wasn't hungry after all. As he took off, Cordy and Xander each squeezed off a round. The vampire burst into a cloud of smoke.
Xander turned in time to see the sword wielder behead her opponent. As the dust settled, she quickly looked around for the other.
"You okay, lady?" Xander called out.
"Let's see if she... Oh shit!" Cordy shouted.
The woman had turned towards them, sword at the ready. Apparently, she decided they weren't a threat, as she lowered the weapon. But the two members of the Scooby Gang only noticed her eyes.
Which were two dots of red in the darkness.
Cordelia was quick. She promptly pointed her gun at the woman. Xander followed suit a split second later, but their new target was quicker still.
"Dulak!"
An impenetrable darkness shrouded the Slayerettes. Cordy quickly moved to the left until she emerged, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.
"Uh, Cordy, I can't see. Where are you?"
"Move forward Xander, she's gone."
The globe moved forward, and Cordy jumped. "Xander, stop. Move backwards."
"This is not the time for the Hokey Pokey."
"Just do it!"
The globe moved back.
"Stop, lame-o. She pulled a good one on us."
"How?"
"She cast a spell of some sort. She centered a globe of darkness over you."
"Great. So until it fades, I'm literally in the dark."
Cordelia laughed. "So it's nothing new."
"Ha, ha. Let's go see Giles. I'm sure he'll get a jolly over a new research project."
Giles Residence
Sunnydale, California
26 August 1998
"What can you tell me about this woman?" Giles asked. "Height, weight, for example?"
Jenny brought him a cup of tea, which he gratefully accepted.
Cordelia nodded to Xander, who spoke up.
"Okay, she was about five-five, five-six. Long hair in a ponytail. And the speed she swung that sword with, sheesh." he said, shaking his head in remembered amazement.
"She was good?" Jenny asked.
"Yeah. It wasn't ten seconds from the time we heard the scream, 'till we got there. One vamp was going, seconds later she gutted another. We popped the last one when he tried to make a break for it."
"You're quite sure it wasn't Buffy?" Giles asked.
Cordelia was offended. "Hello? We know the difference between blondes and brunettes, also, the difference between flaming longswords and blue Katanas. And Buffy's eyes don't glow red in the dark."
"And she might be a witch." Xander added. "She cast some kind of darkness spell over us. Then she split the scene."
"She didn't attack you?" Jenny put forth.
"She cast a spell on us!" Xander protested. "She literally turned the lights out!"
"No, Jenny's right." Cordelia realized. "Remember, she turned around and lowered her sword. She cast the spell after we pointed the guns at her. And she ran."
"Whatever. She isn't human. That's all I need to know."
"Perhaps." Giles remarked. "I shall have to..."
"Consult my books." the two teenagers finished.
"Quite right," he said with a wry grin. "Good night, you two."
After Xander and Cordelia had left, Jenny watched Giles finish his tea, a concerned look on his face.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"Hmmm? Oh, forgive me, Jenny. I was just thinking. If this woman, if that is indeed what she is, is here to kill vampires, what exactly is she? The fact that her eyes are red would suggest a non-human origin, and in my experience, beings of a non-human origin tend to come to the Hellmouth to cause problems, not to solve them."
"Well, that can wait. School starts next week, and I want to spend the remainder of our free time thinking about something other than school or the Hellmouth." she finished seductively, and left for the bedroom.
Giles didn't keep her waiting.
Outside Johansen Residence
Sunnydale, California
26 August 1998
<What in the name of God have I gotten myself into?> Enrico wondered. <A flaming sword. Teenage vampire hunters? I wish Joe Dawson would catch up with his e-mails.>
The last four weeks, Enrico had been sending numerous reports to Dawson, but he hadn't received a reply. He was growing short on patience. <She goes to Santa Carla, and joins up with vampire hunters. Two weeks of beating vampires around, she leaves and comes here. She's here four days, kills two vampires, and when two children show up, she runs! She doesn't make any sense!>
Enrico pulled out his laptop and filed a brief report.
To: Joe Dawson, Director, North American Branch, Society of Watchers
From: Enrico Marquez
RE: Current assignment: Shaw Hunter
Dear Mr. Dawson:
Have followed subject to Sunnydale, California. After four days, was approached
by three vampires. Subject killed two, third was killed by two teenagers
apparently following vampires. Subject ran off rather than confront others.
Additional information: weapon of choice appears to be longsword, although
subject is deadly with longbow. Unusual properties of sword: flames, white in
color, along blade when wielded. Possibly enchanted? Will attempt to learn more.
Still awaiting further instructions.
Enrico Marquez
Sunnydale High School
Sunnydale, California
2 September 1998
Shawukay was stunned at the sheer number of students running around the school grounds. Many of them were talking, discussing how they'd spent their summer vacation. The amount of noise was difficult to deal with here outside. She winced in anticipation of this volume of noise confined indoors.
<I will commend Earth people on one thing. They allow their children to be children. That, at least, is good.>
As she walked in, she continued to pick up pieces of conversation. She couldn't pick out specific ones, but suddenly something caught her attention.
"new exchange student... Scotland..."
<How did they find out? I had better learn quickly.>
She looked around, and identified the source of the voice. A small group of girls, draped in cutting edge fashion styles, were animatedly gossiping. Their exquisitely manicured nails were wrapped around the hottest trend in binders.
"So, Harmony, what else did you find out?" one girl asked, a conspirital grin on her face.
"She's an orphan, Aura. She's actually staying with Father Johansen from the First Catholic Church."
Aura laughed derisively. "I wonder if she plays the bagpipes?"
The girls giggled, their perfectly conditioned tresses moving like multihued waves breaking in the surf. In Shawukay's mind, it sounded like the chatter of songbirds in the morning just before the sun rose. In other words, it was somewhat irritating.
"And she'll come in wearing a kilt!" Harmony added.
<I am going to straighten these women out right now.>
Shawukay walked up to the group. "Excuse me?"
The girls looked her up and down, staring at her blue jeans and shirt with a thinly veiled envy at her artless style.
"Yes?" the girl named Harmony asked, her shiny immaculate lip-gloss not moving an inch.
"Pardon my interruption, but I could not help but overhear your conversation. Were you talking about Shaw Hunter, by chance?"
"And what business is it of yours?" Auras asked haughtily, just as she tossed her hair back a bit. She attempted to intimidate Shawukay with her gaze, but her dark blue eyes were much too soft, in the half-elf's opinion, to wage such a battle.
She shrugged. "I simply thought I could separate truth from rumor for you. I have knowledge of the student in question. Factual knowledge." she finished with a grin.
The girls were now interested, and they started sharing evil grins at the thought of hearing the truth about the new student. "C'mon, girl, dish the dirt." Aura demanded, avarice gleaming in her eyes.
"I beg your pardon?"
Harmony smiled brightly, her perfect teeth almost blinding, as she was humored by the unknown girl's confusion. "Details! You know, spill the beans."
"Ah. 'Spill' I understand. Shaw Hunter is an orphan, that much is true. She has an interest in fantasy fiction and ancient mythology. She is also a considerably talented archer. And I know that she can speak six languages to varying degrees."
"SIX languages?" Aura asked, stunned. "A farm girl from Scotland?!?"
"Yes. And one more bit of information you might be interested in..."
"What?" Harmony asked, hanging on her word, glossed lips trembling slightly.
Shawukay's grin widened. "I play the flute, not the bagpipes."
And she walked away, leaving not one jaw closed.
"Well, Hunter, you chose our school to attend in America?"
Shawukay nodded. "Yes, sir. I am not.. comfortable in larger urban areas. My guardian graciously consented to take me in."
Snyder glared at her. "And just who is your guardian?"
"Father Johansen from the First Catholic Church," she replied, trying to act humble. <What a despicable person to place in charge of this school.>
Snyder appeared surprised. "Well, let me lay down the law for you; no loitering in the halls; no loitering after school hours; no smoking; and I will not tolerate boys and girls groping in this school."
Shawukay shuddered. "Principal Snyder, that image is not pleasant."
"What?"
"Acting in such an undignified matter as you suggest they do."
"Are you saying that you wouldn't do the same thing?"
She put a mock look of disgust on her face. "Sir, I have taken certain vows. I intend to actively serve my religion for the rest of my days." <The literal truth.>
Snyder started to look uncomfortable. "Oh. Well, just don't let me catch you violating the rules."
She nodded slightly. "You have my word on this, sir." <Especially if you are as stupid as you appear.>
Snyder sniffed. "I have usually found students to be less than trustworthy."
The half-elf lowered her eyes. "Sir, are you suggesting that I would lie? I would not disgrace my sponsor and guardian in that manner."
He nodded with satisfaction. "See that you don't." <At last, ONE student with some respect.> "Here's your schedule. I'll have someone show you the location of your classes. You can start attending tomorrow."
She accepted the sheet. <Math. English. World history. Lunch. Hmmm. Beginning computers. Free hour? Comparative literature.>
"Sir, may I ask a question?" she said hesitantly.
"Quickly."
"This free hour? Could you clarify this?"
"Study hall. Unless you have another idea."
"The library? Would it be acceptable to work there?"
Snyder got a speculative look on his face. <Why do I not like that look?> she thought.
"Yes. There are other students who do that. Maybe you can be a good influence on them."
<Are they that bad, or do they simply not fit your idea of the 'proper' student?>
Snyder called his secretary. "Send him in."
A young man entered, looking nervous. Shawukay had to work to hide her reaction.
<He is one of the ones from the park. Is he a potential ally? Of course, he did point one of those disgusting Earth weapons at me. Goddess, why is nothing on this world ever simple?>
"Yes, sir, Principal Snyder, sir. How may I be of assistance this fine day?"
"Save it, Harris. This is our new exchange student, Miss Hunter. You get to escort her around campus today." he said with a sneer. "Show her where her classes are, as well as the rest of the school. And... she's the new Sixth hour library assistant. You get to introduce her to Mr. Giles."
"My pleasure, sir. If the young lady will follow me." Harris said.
"Don't start, Harris. She, at least, shows proper respect. Don't you, Hunter?"
Shawukay slowly rose, and nodded. "Yes, sir." she said meekly.
<Damn, he's got this poor kid whipped.> Xander thought with sympathy.
As they exited the office, he looked at her face for the first time. "Uhm, uh, Hunter, is it?" <Wow!> Uh, can I, uh, like, see your schedule? I, uhm can tell you about the teachers."
"Of course, Harris." she said, handing him her schedule.
"Uh, actually, my name's, uh. . Xander."
At her look of puzzlement, he added, "Xander Harris. My name."
"I am Shaw Hunter." she said, not looking him in the eye.
"Okay, Shaw." He looked at her papers. "You've got Jen... Ms. Calendar for computer class. You're lucky. She's good."
Shawukay nodded. "Xander Harris, thank you for your help. I am quite certain you did not volunteer for this duty."
"No prob. It's, well, not every day I get to, uhm, escort an attractive young woman..." he hesitated at the look of concern on her face, as she stopped walking.
"Xander Harris, are you attempting to, as your people say, 'pick me up?'" she said with a trace of anger. "You think that I am..." her voice faded a bit, "what is the human word... 'easy?'"
A look of confusion, then worry crossed his face. "No! No, I just," he sighed, "thought you could use a compliment after your 'encounter' with Snyder."
"I see." Shawukay decided to take a chance. "Xander Harris, what is your opinion of Principal Snyder?"
"Uh, well, he works hard. He's in a position of authority..."
"Yes. I also find him to be an arrogant, incompetent toad, as well."
Xander smothered a laugh. "We usually call him the 'troll.'"
"He is not tall enough. His height is closer to a goblin than a troll."
"What?" he said, dumbfounded. "How would you know?"
Her face froze. "I have an... interest in fantasy and mythology. I have seen pictures, read stories."
"Oh. Well, it's time for lunch. You want to go?"
"Are you asking me to lunch, Xander Harris?" she asked, with a speculative eyebrow.
"Yes. I mean, no! That came out wrong. I.."
"I was attempting humor, Xander Harris." she assured him.
His face flushed with relief. "Good. I have a girlfriend. She tends to be the jealous type."
Xander showed her the cafeteria, where she looked at the food with little interest, more concerned about her classes. She chose a light meal, and set down with him.
"So, Shaw, where're you from?"
"Scotland, Xander Harris."
"Your accent's different."
"I know. I am, what was the phrase... a military brat?"
"That would explain it," he agreed, then waved his hand to someone. Shawukay turned, and saw two more teenagers approaching. A petite girl with auburn hair, and a thin red-haired male, approached the table and sat down.
Xander smiled. "Will, Oz, this is Shaw Hunter, our new representative from Scotland. Shaw, Willow Rosenberg, and her boyfriend, Oz."
The three shook hands, and Shawukay looked at the man. "Oz?" she said.
"Yeah. Just Oz." he said calmly.
Shawukay nodded, but felt something strange. She recognized it as her empathic ability. <An animal nearby? That is not possible.>
Oz noticed the look on her face. "You okay?"
She quickly nodded.
"So, Shaw," Willow began, "what do you think of Sunnydale High so far?"
"Not too much, to be honest." At the look on their faces, she smiled. "That is, if the principal is any indication."
A laugh passed around the table, but was interrupted by a loud "Xander Harris!"
Xander buried his head in his hands. "Oh, no..."
A brunette walked up to the table. "Where the hell were you! We were supposed to meet for lunch!"
Shawukay recognized her at the other person from the park. <This must be the jealous girlfriend.>
She stood up. "Excuse me... may I ask your name?"
The brunette glared at her. "Cordelia Chase. And who are you?"
Xander looked up. "Cordy, I can explain."
"No, Xander Harris, permit me. Cordelia Chase, I am afraid this is my fault. Xander Harris is acting as my escort for the day."
Xander moaned.
"Oh, he is, is he?"
"It is my first day, and I did not know the location of my classes."
Cordelia switched her gaze to Xander. "You actually fell for that pickup line?"
Shawukay stepped between them, looking Cordy in the eye. "Cordelia Chase, if you wish to direct your anger, direct it towards me. Or at your principal, who forced Xander Harris to do this."
Cordelia was stunned. "Snyder?"
"Yes. I am sorry if this angers you. But I will not see this person accused of something of which he is innocent. Nor will I be accused of something similar. In fact, he was quite vocal about his emotions for you."
Shawukay sat back down, watching Cordelia for her reaction.
"Xander, I'm sorry," she said, the anger melting away. "Can you forgive me?"
"Of course. Can I meet you later?" She nodded and walked off. Xander turned to his savior. "Thanks, Shaw."
"I did not do it for you. I did it for her."
"Wha.."
"She is a fighter, I can tell. She would fight for you, and I would be forced to defend myself. I have no wish to hurt her over a misunderstanding."
"If you say so."
"I do."
"Shaw," Willow asked, "I see you have Ms. Calendar?"
"Yes, Willow Rosenberg. Xander Harris has a high opinion of her."
"She's great. If you need any help, I'd be glad to help you."
"I... appreciate the offer."
"Get this, Will. Shaw's gonna be a library assistant for Sixth hour. Scotland meets Britain."
"What do you mean?" Shawukay asked, sincerely confused.
"G-Man's the Englishman's Englishman." Xander said.
"Rupert Giles," Oz translated. "He's the librarian. He's from England."
"I look forward to meeting him." <Especially if this library is as Jonathan told me.>
Oz looked at his watch. "Will, we gotta jet. Pleasure meeting you, Shaw."
Shawukay nodded. "Xander Harris, I am finished with this meal. Shall we go to the library?"
As they walked to the library, Xander was giving out information on Giles.
"I call Giles G-Man. Drives him crazy."
"Then why do such a thing?"
"It's in good fun. We're friends."
"I... understand. I think."
"Here we go." he said, indicating the doors.
"Thank you, Xander Harris."
"Shaw, my friends call me Xander. Without the 'Harris.'"
Shawukay turned to him. "You think that we are friends?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Because a relationship of one hour is not enough time to form a friendship."
"You're sure about that?"
"Except under extraordinary circumstances."
"So how about it?" he asked.
"About what?"
"Are we friends."
She appeared to consider it for a couple of seconds. "No." At the hurt look on his face, she added, "But I do not object to the possibility." She then turned and entered.
Xander followed her in. "Yo, G-Man!"
A middle-aged man walked out of the office. "Xander, I have asked you not to... oh, hello. Can I help you?" he asked, looking to Xander for an explanation.
"Giles, this is Shaw Hunter, your new assistant for Sixth. A match made in Heaven."
"May I ask how?"
"She's from Scotland."
Giles' face registered surprise. "Welcome to America, Miss Hunter."
She nodded a greeting. "Thank you, Rupert Giles."
"Well, if you'll follow me, I'll show you some of the duties you shall have."
"Excellent. I am anxious to begin."
Giles smiled. "Quite good. Xander, I shall see you later."
Xander nodded, despite the look of surprise on his face.
"Xander!"
Xander turned and saw Willow and Oz coming. He stopped to let them catch up.
"Hey Will, hi Oz."
"So how did Giles react to his new assistant?" Willow asked.
Xander shuddered. "It was creepy. Very."
"What?"
"Giles actually smiled. Way scary."
Willow giggled. Oz just cracked a slight grin.
"So what do you think of her?" Oz asked. Willow gave him a quizzical look.
"She gave you a case of the Wiggins, too?"
"A little, yeah." Oz said with a nod.
Willow stepped in front of them and stopped. "Wait. She gave you the Wiggins in one hour?"
"Just from some things she said. For example, she said that Snyder was closer in height to a goblin than a troll. And the fact she thought she could hurt Cordy."
"That could just be confidence." Willow pointed out.
"I felt it too," Oz said. "Or, I should say, the wolf did. Something's different about her. It seemed that she might have sensed the wolf in me. Like, recognizing another predator nearby."
"Well, I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Since she's staying with a Catholic priest, of all people."
Xander stared at Willow. "How do you know that? Witchcraft, again?"
"No." she said, pointing. "Eyesight."
The boys turned to see Shaw get into the passenger seat of a Chrysler LeBaron being driven by said priest.
"I have often found that prophecies make a great deal of sense after the
fact."
---Elminster the Sage
Spellfire
Willy's Alibi Room
Sunnydale, California
Early hours
3 September 1998
Willy was polishing the shot glasses when he heard a voice from the past, a voice that chilled him to the core.
"Hello, Willy. How's business?"
Willy slowly turned, and blanched. Sure enough, Angelus was standing at the bar.
"Uh, business is good, Angel. When did you get back?"
"Couple of weeks ago. I've been lying low, getting a feel for the current situation. What's the grapevine say lately?"
"Nothing good for the 'nightlife' if you take my meaning."
"Tell me. Start with what happened in L.A. with the Slayer and company."
Willy proceeded to tell what he knew [Author's note: Steve Pantovich's Calling Out the Clan covers those events.], leaving Angelus shaking his head.
"Who the hell is this guy?" King frickin' Arthur?" Noting Willy's look of surprise, Angelus said, "What?"
"Arthur was actually under the Wanderer's command."
"WHAT!"
"Yeah. I told Spike this a while ago."
"You... that son of a bitch!" Angelus shouted, punching a hole in the bar. "No wonder he didn't want to come back here."
"You want to hear the rest?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
"Wanderer took in two kids, whose folks were killed in L.A., and he set them up in schools here. But I got two pieces of good news for you."
"Don't piss me off, Willy." Angelus warned with a growl.
"Chill, Angel. It turns out that the Jamaican Slayer, Kendra, was severely injured in Los Angeles, and will be out of action for at least two more months."
"That still leaves another Slayer..."
"Who happens to be on vacation with a certain paramour as we speak."
Angelus broke into a grin, which sent more shivers into Willy.
"So Sunnydale's open, right, Willy."
"I wouldn't go that far. The Slayer's friends have been keeping 'undesirables' under control, and there's a new player in town."
"Information?"
"Female, about your ex's size. Wields a flaming, and I mean flaming as in fire, longsword. Killed vampires left and right in Santa Carla, including Slava, of all people, over a two-week period, and now she's here. And she's a dead shot with a longbow."
"She killed Slava? Don't tell me there's a THIRD Slayer running around!"
"Nope. Rumors say she calls herself the 'Hunter.' More rumors say that she got that tag from YOU guys."
"Brethren named her the Hunter?" Angelus attempted to digest that piece of information. "Hmmm, if I could turn her..."
"Angel, last rumor. The Hunter ain't human. Nothing confirmed, mind you, but still, be warned."
"Thanks, Willy." Angelus said, laying two hundreds on the bar as he walked out.
Angel's Mansion
Sunnydale, California
Early hours
3 September 1998
"SPIKE!"
"Oh, hell. He found out." Spike muttered.
Angelus stormed over to him. "Why the hell didn't you tell me this information two months ago? The personal enforcer for Merlin, of all people!"
"Because you wouldn't have believed me, that's why!"
Dru looked up from stroking Ms. Edith's hair. "Spike, Angel, please play nice. You're upsetting Ms. Edith."
"Sorry, luv. Just a difference of opinion, is all."
"We have to play nice. So we can fight the pin man." Dru said with a distant look in her eyes.
"Spike, I did find some good news. Remember the second Slayer?"
Spike brightened a bit. "She's dead? Couldn't happen to a nicer mortal."
"Not dead. Hospitalized for at least two months."
"So let's finish the job. Slowly."
"She's in L.A. Little far for my purposes."
"Uh oh. Just what is your purpose?"
"The Slayer and Wanderer are out of town at the moment. We could eliminate the Slayerettes before they get back."
"And wait for two vengeful lovers to return?"
"Not necessarily. But if they're alone..."
"No." It was Dru who contradicted him. "We will need them to fight the pin man. We will need the fairy lady, too." Dru stood up, set Ms. Edith in the chair, and started drifting over to Angelus and Spike.
Spike doubled over in laughter. "So much for your purposes, mate."
Angelus howled in frustration. "Pin man! When are we supposed to fight this pin man, Dru?"
Dru ran a hand down Angelus' cheek. "Soon, Angel. Very soon."
Neither Angelus nor Dru noticed the dark look that passed over Spike's face.
Sunnydale High Library
Sunnydale, California
3 September 1998
"I'm glad you're all here." Giles said to the assembled Slayerettes. He looked around, noticing Jenny, Xander, Cordelia, Willow, Oz, Robin, and Amy. Randi Jessup, Sonja and Gabrielle were on the speakerphone from Steve St. Wolf's house.
"What's up, G-Man. The Apocalypse?"
"Possibly. A prophecy, but somewhat different than normal."
"How different, Rupert?" Jenny asked.
"Well, it says that the 'warriors,' as it says, will emerge victorious. However, the prophecy as a whole is somewhat vague."
"That's news?" Sonja muttered over the phone, drawing soft laughter.
"It also has no mention of the Slayer."
"Wait a minute, hold the phone, whoa Nellie!" Xander cried out.
"Averting the end of the world without a Slayer? That is a new one."
"Quite. I was hoping all of you could listen to this, and perhaps come up with ideas. Youthful idealism, mystical expertise, and Immortal experience, all poring over this. Hopefully, we'll come up with the solution."
Gabrielle's voice sounded. "So read it."
"Oh, yes. Well.." he paused, looking over the relevant passages in the Tiberius Manifesto. "Ah, here it is...
Four sides, six times,
Equals Hell
The mouth of Hell
Makes Hell twice over.
Three warriors shall defeat the forces of Hell.
The First, the Guardian of the Third,
Daughter of two races
Born of two worlds
Shall defeat Hell's assassin.
The Second, Daughter of the Night,
One becomes Three
To defeat the nightmare
Solving the puzzle,
To close the Gate.
The Third, one of the Undying,
Wielding the five-in-one,
Shall kill the Demon,
And keep closed the Mouth.
There was a moment of silence as they digested the words.
"Not exactly Dickinson." Xander muttered.
"And people take issue with my rhyming," Robin Goodfellow added from the opposite side of the library. "This guy's poetry really needs some work."
"Don't start, you two," Cordelia warned, sending a glare Xander's way, drawing a waggle of his eyebrows. She let out a long-suffering sigh.
"Giles, I think some of the passages are obvious." Sonja suggested. "If you'll permit me.."
"Of course, Sonja."
"The Third? Undying. I think that's an Immortal. I have no idea what a 'five-in-one' is, but it's a start. It's the passage on the Second I don't like."
"Why's that?" Willow asked to the air.
"Daughter of the Night. Like Children of the Night?"
"Vamp." Oz stated the obvious conclusion.
"Yes, that would seem to be accurate. Thank you. I think it's also clear that the 'Mouth of Hell' refers to the Hellmouth."
"You think?" Cordelia asked with an innocent face.
Giles gave her a look. "That's all I have. Go ahead to class."
The students filed out, but Jenny stayed behind.
"What didn't you tell them, Rupert?"
"I came to the same conclusions as Sonja did, but I wanted confirmation of my theories. But without Buffy or Steve present..."
"It may be better this way."
"Jenny, I fail to see.."
"The kids will participate, yes? And the prophecy says we'll win. This will show them they don't always need Buffy or Steve to be here. That they can stand on their own."
"I can see your point. It will at that. But this First? Two races? Two worlds? It seems impossible."
"Nothing's impossible, Rupert. You know that."
Sunnydale High Computer Lab
Sunnydale, California
3 September 1998
<This is amazing.> Shawukay wondered. <Obviously, there are some advantages to Earth technology. And I must apologize to Jonathan if I ever get the chance.>
Shawukay, much to her chagrin, had been wrong about the school idea. In one day, she had learned things that she would never have learned on Toril.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself, Ms. Hunter."
She looked up at Ms. Calendar, the instructor. Unlike most of the teachers, she was closer in age to the students she taught. <Most of the others, anyway.>
"Yes, Ms. Calendar. This is new to me."
"I guessed as much. You're doing alright for a beginner."
She gave a small nod. "Thank you."
It had taken her some time to get used to the "keyboard," but she had understood the principles once they'd been explained.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the class. As Shawukay prepared to leave, Ms. Calendar called her over. "Shaw?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"You're heading for the library this hour, right?"
"That is correct." she said.
"Would you return this book to Rupert for me?" she asked, handing Shawukay a thick book.
She glanced at the title. "History of the Romany?"
"Yes. You might like it."
"What are the Romany, if I may ask?" she said, with obvious interest.
Jenny smiled. "Romany are commonly known as gypsies."
Shawukay's smile froze, as she processed the answer. Slowly her smile was lost.
"Did you say Gypsies? Those with, shall I say, special gifts?"
"Yes. You know of them?"
"I have... heard stories." she said with a bit of resentment.
"Shaw, are you okay?"
She looked at Jenny. "What do you know of Gypsies, Ms. Calendar?"
"I have a... personal interest in their history." she replied.
"I see. If you will excuse me, I must go."
As she left, Jenny was left wondering what that had all been about.
The Bronze
Sunnydale, California
4 September 1998
Amy was walking home from her date with Robin, when she got the sense of someone, or something, following her. She began walking faster, and quickly whispered a spell for the detection of any form of magic.
<Sure enough,> she cursed. <Why me?>
Amy slowed her walk to a normal pace, and waited for the vamps to try something to trap her, all the while laughing to herself.
<Let's see how you do against an Amazon witch, you idiots.>
The four vampires watched as the girl walked out of the Bronze. As she crossed the street, they waited until she was a block away before jumping out, and surrounding her.
"Great. This is not how I wanted to finish my Friday night," she grumbled. "Of course, my boyfriend's walking in the other direction. Robin's such a brave man."
Amy pulled out her Glock .45 and shot one of the vamps, the silencer working perfectly.
A vampire clubbed her from behind, stunning her. As she fell to her knees, shaking her head, the vampires argued over who would feed first, until one of them noticed a figure approaching.
"Well, a second course."
The figure slowly drew a sword, which lit in white flames.
"The Hunter! Kill her!"
The woman known as the Hunter hurled a dagger into one vamp, the blessed blade sending shots of agony into his stomach. She severed the left leg of a second, a female, who had charged. That vamp fell to the ground, screeching.
She turned to the last, who had the idea of using Amy as a hostage. She started stalking forward.
"Stop, or I'll break her neck."
The Hunter spoke softly, then shouted, "Release her!"
The magical command compelled the vampire to let go. Amy turned around, her eyes growing black.
"Hecate, work thy will! Let the flames of Tarterus ignite!"
The vampires wailed, as they were all immolated in orange flames. They were all burned to ashes in forty seconds. Amy turned to thank her rescuer, but she was nowhere to be seen.
"I don't believe this." she said in frustration.
"You're certain is was her?" Xander asked.
"Oh, yeah. Flaming sword, red eyes, ran roughshod over three vamps, and quickly." This time everyone was present in the library. "They called her the Hunter."
"Can you give us the details?" Sonja asked.
"Sort of. I was clearing my head, but one had a dagger smoking in his gut, a second had her leg severed by that sword..." a chill ran through the room... "the third was magically commanded to let me go. That's when I toasted them."
"Anything else?" Giles asked. "You're sure she used magic?"
Amy smiled. "I'm sure. I had a detection spell going at the time. Her sword's magical, I'm sure of it. Not quite half as powerful as Steve and Buffy's swords, but still strong. Some other magic, I didn't have time to get specific. She definitely used a spell of some sort, but I haven't felt the type before."
"Amy, what about that dagger you mentioned?" Randi asked.
In response, the witch pulled out a lump of melted metal. She dropped it onto a table.
"Silver blade." Oz commented. "Silver doesn't affect vampires, does it?"
"It had a minor enchantment on it." Amy said mysteriously.
"Come on, Amy, don't leave us in suspense." Willow prompted.
"It was the magical version of a religious blessing."
"Wha' do that meen, en Inglies?" Xander said in a bad Spanish accent.
"It means it was as good as holy water or a cross." Jenny observed, to which Amy nodded.
"So that leaves the question, who, or what are we dealing with?" Giles put forth.
Surprisingly, it was Xander who spoke up. "G-Man, I came up with a few options, if you don't mind the long version."
"We must be getting desperate when Xander gives a long version." Cordelia whispered to Willow, who giggled.
Giles motioned for him to continue.
"Door number one, the obvious; vampire. Pros: Appears at night, fast, glowing eyes. Cons: She's using blessed weapons, and she's killing vamps."
"What was your second choice?" asked Gabrielle.
"Second possibility, Amazon." Ignoring the looks from most of the women present, he continued. "Pros: Speed, agility, skill with weapons, which Cordy, Amy and I have witnessed first hand. They might be a better judge than me, though."
"Negatives?" Jenny pitched.
"Glowing eyes. Not an Amazon trait, except when Cordy's on the warpath."
That earned Xander a slap.
"Please continue, without the antics if possible, Xander."
"Sure, Giles. Third, what if she's the opposite of a vamp?"
It dawned of Giles first. "You mean a new Slayer?"
"Yeah, but I rejected it quick. No one died."
"Very good, Xander. State the obvious." Cordy said.
"Any others, Xander?" Amy asked.
"Two. First, one of the sword swinging club. Haven't been able to rule it out." he said, looking at Sonja and Gabrielle.
Gabrielle shook her head. "I haven't felt anyone? Sonja, Randi?" They both shook their heads as well.
"But still a possibility. Last choice, a demon. Because of the eyes, but still..."
"A negative, Xander?"
"Yeah, Amy. She failed the Xander Test when Cordy and I saw her."
When no one else rose to that bait, Cordelia finally did. "Okay, lame one, what's the Xander Test?"
He ticked off on his fingers. "Praying Mantis, Inca Mummy Girl, Amazon...."
"Very funny."
"Thanks, Cordy, I thought so."
"I was being sarcastic!"
"Excuse me!" Jenny snapped. The two fumed at each other.
"I will admit, it was an excellent, if strange, analysis, Xander." Giles commended him. "Do we have any ideas as to an identity for this... person?"
Xander and Oz exchanged a look that Willow caught.
"Oh, no, you two. Don't even suggest it."
"Suggest what, Will?" Amy asked.
"They're thinking about Shaw Hunter."
"Are you quite serious, Willow?"
"Yeah, G-Man. She gave me the creepy crawlies."
Giles turned to Oz.
"I felt... something. Don't ask me what."
"That isn't enough for a suspicion, gentlemen."
"I might have one, Rupert." Jenny murmured.
"You, Jenny?"
"She's in my beginners' class. I asked her to return a book on the Romany to you. She seemed to have genuine interest until she learned that Romany were Gypsies. She grew distant in a matter of seconds."
"Anything else?"
"She asked if the Romany had 'special gifts.' I think you understand what she meant by that."
"I see. Perhaps I should talk with her on Monday."
"Giles, can I be here when you talk to her?" Willow requested.
"Might I ask why?"
"I think she's innocent. I hacked into her school records. They came back clean."
"When did you do that, Will?" Cordelia asked.
"After Xander and Oz talked the first time. I trust their judgement, but I think they're wrong."
"Very well, Willow. I shall arrange it."
Randi raised a hand. "Don't forget that Frank and Cassandra are coming in this morning. Should we include them in on this?"
"Good idea, Randi," Giles said in approval. "We can continue this in the morning."
As the group headed out, Robin came over to Amy. "So, I seem to remember offering to walk you home. Did you and your playmate have fun?"
Amy gave Robin a cross look. "Don't start with me, Robin. I got knocked on the head, and the four vamps that pissed me off were just a warmup if I'm messed with any further."
Robin shrank back from her, as her eyes started to go black. "Okay. Okay. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. Remember, I can use my magic to fight evil, correct?"
The witch considered his words, and nodded. "Okay. You're right. I just got the Wiggins from those eyes of the Hunter, whoever she is."
"So, you want me to walk you home the second time around?" Robin asked, a shining smile on his face.
"No, I'm a big girl," Amy answered with a laugh, and walked out of the library, leaving Robin to shake in frustration, muttering something about "bitchy Amazon witches."
Shawukay listened in from behind the secret passage. She had been surprised at the existence of such a passage in a school library, but it had proven a bonus here.
<This Randi is the Third that Jehanne mentioned. And if their words hold true, she is like Connor. And the kin she told me about...> She shook her head. <No. Not now. They suspect me. To go to them now would not work. I will have to be careful on Monday.>
Angel's Mansion
Sunnydale, California
6 September 1998
"Pretty box." Drusilla whispered. She ran her finger in a circle around the top, and the box moved.
"See, Ms. Edith? The pin man's coming."
The box moved again.
"I have such things to show you."
---Pinhead
Hellraiser III
Willy's Alibi Room
Sunnydale, California
Early hours
6 September 1998
"Hey, Willy, what's up?"
Willy just grumbled and placed the bottle of Scotch back on the bar. He turned and looked at Xander and Cordelia.
"You two trying to get me busted? You're underage. Get out."
"C'mon, Willy. We're here for info, not drinks." Xander told him.
"Of course, if you want to get busted, I'll be happy to oblige you." Cordelia added.
"What is this, Old Home Week? Fine, what info do you want?"
"The Hunter. Name ring a bell?"
Willy looked nervous. "You're lookin' for her?"
Cordy gave Willy an evil grin. "You might say that."
"Here's what I have. She's female, about five and a half feet tall, possibly not human. She has a serious problem with the Brethren. Killin' 'em left and right in Santa Carla a few weeks ago, now she's supposedly here. Favors a longsword."
Xander leaned over the bar. "Give us everything, Willy. And what's in Santa Carla?"
Willy sweated a bit. "If Sunnydale is New York for the undead, Santa Carla is D.C. The murder capital of the world, they call it. The Hunter was first seen in St. Louis. Just offed two vamps. She killed a leader named Slava in Santa Carla. That IS news. Before he was turned in the late 1600's, Slava was a Musketeer. You know what that means, he even kept his rapier. And this Hunter made him look like an amateur. Drove that damned sword of hers up to the crossguards through the front of his throat. She was watched by one of Slava's people, who had more sense than his sire."
Xander looked to Cordelia. "Okay, Willy. We'll talk to you later."
"Harris, a bit of advice. On the house. Don't screw with the woman. She's got the vamps scared."
"Why's that, Willy?"
"Because they say she makes your Slayer look civilized."
Angel's Mansion
Sunnydale, California
6 September 1998
Angelus and Spike were returning from their nightly rounds when they saw Drusilla waiting for them with a demure smile on her face.
"Well, ducks, you look like the cat that ate the canary."
"Angel, someone's in my room, waiting to see you."
"Who would that be, Dru?"
"The Pin Man."
Angelus sighed, and ran his hands over his face. "Dru, baby, I don't have time for this. I'm tired."
Dru pouted. "Please, Angel. He's waiting for you."
"Oh, all right."
Angelus walked over to the doorway to Dru's room, and froze. After several seconds, he said, "Spike, come here."
"What's wrong?" Spike quipped, walking over. "Big bad pin man too bloody tough... oh, bugger."
Standing next to Dru's bed was a figure, wearing thick black robes, a ghostly white complexion, and no hair. What he did have was a series of pins in a grid pattern sticking out of his head. The pins were arranged in a perfect pattern. The vampires could detect the aura of malevolence surrounding him.
"Who are you, Cenobite?" Angel demanded, switching to his game face as he recognized the type of demon this was.
"Angelus." the figure said. "It is an honor to meet you. Your reputation is quite admirable among my fellows."
"I don't give a damn about my reputation. Why are you here?"
"To bring Hell to Earth, and to bring forth an era of suffering which will have the Old Ones singing praises of glory for eons to come."
"Oh, wonderful. A demonic Jehovah's Witness." Spike cursed. "Say, mate, you do know there's such a thing as TOO MUCH bodypiercing."
"William the Bloody. Your reputation precedes you as well. Killer of two Slayers, quite inventive in methods of torture, which have proven popular in Hell."
"Not to mention my dazzling smile."
The demon turned back to Angelus. "I am here to bring the Old Ones back into prominence. Will I have your assistance?"
"Sure. How can we help?"
"Drusilla must give me the Lament Configuration."
"No!" Dru whined. "This is my toy. Ms. Edith says you can't have it."
"Dru, give the pin cushion the bloody box."
"No. He will destroy us. He'll hurt my Angel and Spike. We will fight the pin man."
"He'll hurt us? I don't like the sound of that."
The Cenobite started to move towards Dru. "I must have the Configuration."
Spike moved to block him. "Why don't you go pierce your posterior?" The demon backhanded him, sending him into the far wall.
"He hurt my Spike!"
Angelus shouted one word. "Kaleda!"
The female vampire ran over, and quickly sized up the situation. She unleashed a fury of hard blows on the demon's face.
The Cenobite didn't even flinch.
He grabbed Kaleda by the throat, and threw her into the same wall as Spike. She landed on top of him, groaning.
"Angelus, I shall give your blood daughter one week to reconsider. The
doorway to Hell will open."
"Yeah, the Master opened it, and died minutes later."
"Thank you for that information."
"They'll fight you. You know that."
"Who would dare try this?" he asked with sincere curiosity. "Who would throw away their lives?"
Angelus smirked. "The Slayer, her Watcher, the Wanderer, his boss Merlin, Arthur Pendragon, plus several witches, for starters."
"We shall see."
The demon walked out of the room, never looking back.
Sunnydale High Library
Sunnydale, California
6 September 1998
Giles and Jenny were still present in the library when Xander and Cordelia arrived.
"Ah, Xander. Did your visit prove fruitful?"
"We got more fruit than Carmen Miranda's hat."
Jenny giggled at Giles' puzzled frown.
"That would be a yes." Cordy supplied.
"Oh, good."
Xander shook his head. "Maybe not."
"What did you learn about this 'Hunter?'" Giles asked, pausing to clean his glasses.
Xander sat on a table. "Rumor mill says; about five and a half feet tall, same as Red Eye. Female. Female WHAT, not certain. Hates vamps. Was in Santa Carla, went through fangs like a beaver through a tree. Likes the sword. One vamp she killed was named Slava."
Giles dropped his glasses. "She killed Slava?" His hands were shaking.
Jenny looked to Xander, who smiled. "Bloodsucking D'artangan. But that's not all."
"What more could there be?"
"Willy says that the Hunter made Slava, quote, look like an amateur, unquote."
"Is there anything else?"
Cordelia frowned. "Just that the local vampires say she makes Buffy look 'civilized.'"
"Perhaps we should approach this woman as a possible ally."
"You want a red-eyed, non-human vamp hunter on our team?" Xander asked, appalled.
"Xander, you seem to think she's currently working in my library, if I remember correctly."
"G-Man, if it's her, you might be next."
"I'm not a vampire. I'm quite certain of that."
"Remember Angel?"
At Jenny's flinch, Cordy punched Xander in the stomach.
"Owww!"
"You deserved it, Army boy."
Johansen Residence
Sunnydale, California
6 September 1998
"So what will you do?"
Shawukay leaned on her dresser. "I do not know. These people are the allies I am supposed to find. I am certain of it. But they are suspicious of me, they think I may be a demon, among other things." she finished with a sharp laugh.
"May I ask who these people are?"
"Please, I do not want to violate their secrets to anyone."
"But again, what will you do?"
"I will go out tonight. Not to fight, but to think. If it comes to it, I will tell them. I cannot think of any course of action." Sighing, "It is strange, Father Johansen. I can sit and wait for hours for game to come inside the range of my bow, but my patience is so limited when dealing with people."
Shawukay looked at Ulric, and shook her head.
"I think I finally understand why I always preferred woodlands to cities. Deer, wolves, even vampires I can understand. They are the same; feed, breed, survive. Human beings are the ones that confuse me."
Both of them shared a mild laugh.
Weatherly Park
Sunnydale, California
6 September 1998
Cordelia, Xander and Randi watched as Shaw walked into the park. Cordelia looked at Randi. "Anything?"
The newbie Immortal shook her head. "We didn't get close enough. I'll have to follow her in."
The Slayerettes exchanged glances. Xander spoke up. "You sure about this? If she's this Hunter, you might be in trouble."
"Xander, Steve's giving me the same training he is you. I can handle myself. What's so big about this 'Hunter' that gives you the Wiggins?"
Cordelia put a hand on her shoulder. "Ever see the Three Musketeers? A vampire that used to be one fought the Hunter. The Hunter made him look like a rookie. No offense."
Randi shrugged. "Thanks for that vote of confidence."
Xander sighed. "Randi, do the terms 'loose cannon' or 'wild card' mean anything to you? That's what the Hunter seems to be."
"I promise I'll be careful. I'll just get close enough to feel a Buzz and run."
She got out of the car and walked in.
She looked for the girl they called Shaw, and picked up a haunting sound off in the trees. Curious, she walked slowly towards the sound. She stopped and ducked behind a tree, then peeked out.
Shaw was sitting on the ground, and her eyes were closed. Randi saw she was playing some type of flute.
<She's sitting in the middle of the park, at night, playing music?> Randi thought. <That IS weird. But she's mortal, obviously.>
Randi turned and started walking back to the car. As she neared the entrance, she chanced a glance back at the trees.
And promptly collided with a young man.
They bounced off each other, and tried to apologize.
"Sorry," Randi gulped. "Should have watched where I was going."
"It's all right. Haven't seen you before. New in town?"
"Uh, yeah." <He's gorgeous!> "Just started at UC Sunnydale."
"Good school. You'll like it there."
"Uh, thanks. Look, I gotta go. Be careful out here."
"No problem. Maybe I'll see you again?"
"I wouldn't have a problem with that." <Yes!>
"Bye. Oh, if you see a guy named Xander, tell him D.B. says hello."
As Randi got into the car, she had a lopsided grin on her face.
"So?" Cordelia and Xander asked at the same time.
"What?" Randi asked, then snapped back to reality. "Oh. I got inside twenty feet, and she never saw me."
"And?"
"She didn't twitch. I didn't get a Buzz, not even a tingle."
Xander looked back at the park. "I don't know if that's good or bad news."
"And as I was walking back, I ran into a hunk."
"Randi!" Xander shouted.
"Get a grip, Xander. C'mon Randi, what's he like?"
"Tall, kinda pale. Sexy look. Said to say hi to Xander for him."
"What?" Xander said, jerking. "He give you a name?"
"Yeah. Initials, actually. Do you know a D.B.?"
"D.B?" he whispered, then his jaw dropped. "Oh, shit!"
"Xander, what?" Cordy asked.
"Randi, this guy. About six-two, brown, spiky hair, wore black under a duster, has a kind of 'I like to brood' look?"
"Yeah, that's him." she confirmed.
"SHIT!"
Cordelia smacked him. "Xander..."
"Cordy, D.B. Tall, dark and brooding. Sound familiar?"
"SHIT!!"
Cordelia peeled off at about sixty miles an hour.
Sunnydale High Library
Sunnydale, California
6 September 1998
Much to Cordelia, Xander and Randi's surprise, the library was packed. Everybody, including Frank Iverson and Cassandra, who had arrived from New York that morning, was present.
"Giles, bad news. Way, way bad."
Giles and Jenny looked up from their study of the Tiberius Manifesto. "How did you know? We couldn't reach you."
"How did WE know? We figured it out."
"Mr. Harris, what are you talking about?"
"Our stakeout, of course."
"I was referring to the prophecy." Giles pointed out.
"Uh oh. What's your bad news."
Jenny cleared her throat. "It seems that the prophecy is due to come to pass in the next ten days. And we haven't gotten any further on the translation."
Willow put it into layman's terms. "We're all stumped."
Amy saw the smug look on Xander's face. "Xander, this isn't funny."
"My bad news beats your bad news."
Giles didn't look pleased. "And what would that be?"
Randi stepped forward. "Shaw Hunter's normal. Mortal, at least."
"And that's bad news?" Cassandra asked with a smile.
"No, the bad news is that Randi met a guy."
"Xander!" Cordelia snapped.
"What's wrong with Randi meeting a guy?" Amy asked with a smirk.
"What's wrong is that he's about six-two, has dark eyes, dark hair, wears black clothes under a black duster..."
"Sounds nice..." Willow added.
"... and goes by the name of Dead Boy."
Silence dropped on the group like a lead weight.
Giles was the first to recover. "Oh, my." he said simply.
Robin looked around in confusion. "Uh, would this be the same, infamous 'Dead Boy' that I've heard mentioned in certain circles?"
"Yep," Amy muttered.
"So," he mused, rubbing his chin, "the rumors were true. Elvis IS a vampire."
Amy smacked the sprite-turned-human on the back of the head, sending him toppling onto the floor and nearly rendering him unconscious.
Xander nudged Randi. "Since you're new, Randi, let me explain. For Giles, that was the equivalent of blind, gibbering panic."
"Who's Dead Boy?" she asked.
Willow answered her. "Angel. A vampire."
"So? What's so bad about him?"
Cordy tapped her on the shoulder. "Imagine a vampiric Ted Bundy."
Randi's face went white. "Oh, shit."
"So what do we do?" Frank asked.
"I don't know. Somehow, I doubt that Angel's appearance is a coincidence."
"No kidding. He was in the same park with Shaw." Xander said.
"You left her alone in the park with Angel?" Gabrielle asked softly.
"Of course. What's wrong..." Xander stopped at the glares he received. "Oops."
Willow and Oz started to move towards the door. "We've got to go get her."
Randi blocked Willow. "I think she's fine. If what she was doing was any indication."
Jenny asked what she had been doing.
"Playing some kind of flute. That's it."
Sonja grinned. "In the middle of the park?"
Randi nodded.
"Great." Xander muttered. "Prophecies, red-eyed vamp hunters, Angel's in town, a crazy flute playing exchange student, what's next? Can it get any worse?"
As everyone stared at him, he asked "What?"
Cordelia smacked him again. "Every time you say that, it DOES get worse!"
Angel's Mansion
Sunnydale, California
Early hours
7 September 1998
"Anyone seen Kaleda?"
"No, mate. Haven't seen her since she got lappy with me."
"Damn. Spike, we've got to find a way to stop that Cenobite." Angelus declared.
"Oh, that's easy. I'll just walk up and ask him, 'Excuse me, lad, can you tell me the easiest way to kill your scrap metal carcass?'"
"I have a better idea. Tomorrow night, you, Dru, and three others sack the Watcher's library. Get some of the books, maybe we'll find something."
"What will you be doing during all this?"
"Making a public appearance to distract attention, maybe give them the job of stopping him. Remember, Dru says you can't kill any of them."
"Can we at least leave them laying about in a twisted heap?"
"Just leave them alive."
Abandoned Factory
Sunnydale, California
Early hours
7 September 1998
"So you wish to help me initiate a new age of darkness."
"Yes. I figure, Spike doesn't like me, sooner or later Angel's going to kill me. And that goofy girlfriend of his..."
"The fair Drusilla. Gifted, beautiful, but insane. Such an attractive combination."
"I've sired eight vampires in the last two weeks. It is a start."
"Welcome to the family, Kaleda Clay."
"Your existence as you have known it is now... over. From this moment
forth, you will service... us."
---Locutus of Borg
Star Trek: The Next Generation
Sunnydale High Library
Sunnydale, California
7 September 1998
"Is the spell prepared, Willow?"
Willow started packing up her equipment. "Yes, Giles. If she lies about anything, I'll feel it."
"Good. Frankly, I hope our suspicions prove false, but it's better to be certain. Go ahead and work on the computer, see if you can find anything on the prophecy."
Willow nodded and went over to the computer. Minutes after she logged on, Shawukay walked in.
"Hi, Shaw." she called cheerfully. "How are you doing."
"I am well, Willow Rosenburg. And you?"
"I'm cool."
"Willow, I do not handle your American phrases very well." she said with a puzzled look on her face.
"I'm fine."
"Oh. That is good."
Giles decided to exit the office at that moment. "Ah, Ms. Hunter. Could I speak with you for a minute?"
She seemed to stiffen a bit, then turned. "Of course, sir. Actually, I had hoped to ask some advice of you. If you would not mind, that is."
The librarian seemed caught off guard. "You did? I mean, yes, I shall try to be of assistance."
The two walked into Giles' office and sat, Shawukay in a chair and Giles behind his desk.
"So, Ms. Hunter, what is your problem?"
"How... may I ask how you knew?"
"I am seldom approached for advice." he said.
"I see. This is the problem I have. I have certain information that I am only supposed to divulge at a certain point. Normally, I will keep my word. However, this information will affect myself and others, possibly causing some... emotional problems for all involved. But if I reveal this information prematurely, it may have a negative effect on others. Is it selfish of me to want to speak of this?"
"No, it's quite normal. A normal human reaction." Giles said, but pretended not to notice her flinch at the word "human." "I would normally say that the decision is yours, but I think that you are uncertain of your motivation in this matter."
She looked at him in surprise. "Yes, you are exactly correct. I feel that I was... manipulated into this position, but I am unsure if my emotions are affecting my reason."
"I can only say that you should do what you think is right."
Shawukay nodded slowly. "Thank you, Rupert Giles. I hope that I can do that. Now what did you wish to speak to me about?"
"Ms. Calendar was concerned about you. You seemed to have a negative reaction to something she said."
"Did she inform you of the subject we were discussing?"
"In a manner of speaking. She wishes to know if it will cause a problem for you to continue in her class."
"And what is your concern in this?" she asked bluntly.
"I really don't think that's any of your concern, young lady." he warned.
"Very well. Then kindly tell Ms. Calendar that if she wishes to speak with me, she needs only to do so. And my reaction to her was my own stupidity. It is not her that I have a problem with, but someone like her that I owe a debt to. She.. reminded me of a time that I wish to forget."
"May I ask what this debt is?"
"No. You may not." she answered, coldly.
"Miss Hunter..."
"Let us stop this nonsense, Rupert Giles. Speak bluntly and directly. I much prefer it that way."
Giles started to get irked. "Then I shall. Who are you? Truthfully."
"I cannot say. Not yet."
"Where are you from, Shaw Hunter?"
"Shaw Hunter is from Scotland."
"You aren't going to answer my questions, are you?" Giles concluded.
"I will answer any questions you have. At a certain point." she corrected, emphasizing the last two words.
"How about your parents. Your grandparents."
Shawukay hesitated. "They... are no longer among the living."
"Somewhat convenient, Ms. Hunter."
"If you speak like that about my family again, Rupert Giles, I will simply walk out of this room." she told him, watching him under narrowed eyes.
Giles matched her stare without flinching. "Why did you request to work here?"
"I was told that I might find information here. Information that I need."
"For what reason?"
Shawukay just shook her head.
"I see. Then I believe that we have nothing further to discuss."
"On the contrary. This is simply not the time. I... wish it were."
"When will it be the right time?" Giles countered.
"I do not know." she replied in a barely audible tone. She started for the door.
"What is your purpose here, 'Hunter?'"
Shawukay stopped, then looked over her shoulder. "Ask the Vistani. Someone here has a personal interest in their history." She waited a few moments, then spoke again. "And remember why I asked for your advice."
Willow watched as she stormed out of the library. Waiting a few seconds, she got up and walked over to the door.
"Didn't go well?"
"No, it didn't. She was tactless, short tempered, and rude."
"In other words, she has a bit of Cordy in her." Willow said with a grin.
Giles was momentarily perplexed, then he grinned. "Yes, you may be right at that."
"I saw it when they squared off her first day here. Don't ask."
"What about your spell?"
"Nothing. Whatever she said, it was the truth. Not a lie in there."
Giles looked at her. "Then why does that not reassure me?"
An hour later, Jenny knocked at Giles' door. He looked up from one of his tomes. "Come in, Jenny."
She did, and sat in a chair. "So?"
"Well, in a roundabout way, I think she apologized for her behavior towards you. She said you could talk to her if you wished."
"And as for her?"
"She's hiding something. I have no doubt. What's strange is that she seems upset about the fact that she has information that she's not supposed to give out until the time is right."
"So you don't know why she's here."
He let out a sigh. "She said to ask the Vistani. I have no idea--"
"Vistani?" Jenny said in a hushed tone. "She said Vistani?"
"Yes. She said someone here had a personal interest in their history."
"That would be me." she said with a grin. "I think you have your answer, Rupert."
"Could you explain it to me, then?"
"Vistani is an ancient term for the Romany. She said to ask them."
"So, how does that help with us?"
"She knows what I am. If she truly can't tell us, she thinks we should ask someone with 'special gifts.' If you remember that phrase?"
Giles smiled as he realized what she was hinting at. "So, then, she was saying that if she can't tell us..."
"Go to someone who might. Shaw, in effect, gave us a loophole. I'll call my grandfather right now. She might not be what she seems, but I think this indicates she's on our side."
"Perhaps. Maybe this will bring the others onto her side."
Joe's Blues Bar
Seacouver, Washington
7 September 1998
"Mac, we need to talk. Now."
Duncan and Richie looked up at Joe, who was carrying a manila envelope. He set it on the bar and glared at Duncan. "I thought we were friends."
"We are friends, Joe." Duncan said with a grin.
"Then why are you holding out on me? I'm catching up, finally, on the Database since the reevaluation, and it seems there's a young Immortal causing quite the stir among the Watchers."
"What does this have to do with Mac?" Richie said.
"He's keeping secrets. One of Connor's students has one of my best young Watchers pulling his hair out in frustration."
"Connor's student? You can't mean Maxine."
Joe fumed. "Who the hell is Maxine?"
"Connor's new student. Died the first time just before L.A."
"I'm not talking about her!"
"Then who, Joe?" Duncan asked, totally at a loss.
"Shaw Hunter."
Duncan stared for a second, and started laughing so hard he had to hold the bar to stay on his stool. Joe simply waited, then barked, "Don't make me cancel your tab, MacLeod."
"I can't believe you assigned a Watcher to HER!"
"Why not? She killed the man's last assignment."
Duncan was still laughing. "And who was that?"
"Raymond McGuire."
Duncan's laughter ceased instantly. "What? When?"
"In Paris, July 5th. At the barge." Dawson informed him, then took a set of photos out of the envelope. "Here, take a look for yourself."
Richie took the photos, and flipped through them. "Damn, she's a mess. Uh, Joe, where's the body?"
"Inside the barge."
Duncan nearly choked. "They fought IN my barge?!?"
"Yep." Dawson nodded. "Quite a first impression."
"Dawson, she's not an Immortal!"
"You're sure? Marquez noticed an electrical discharge."
"I met the girl. Talked to her, shook her hand. She's mortal, always will be."
"Wait until you hear the rest, then."
"Why don't I like the sound of that?" Richie asked.
"She's enrolled in, and working in the library at..."
"Dawson..." Duncan growled.
"Sunnydale High School."
Now Richie and Duncan shouted, "WHAT?!?"
"Goin' through vamps pretty quick, but runs off into the night when the kids show up."
"Damn. She wanted to give up hunting vampires."
"Duncan, she's been attacking them when they attack others, or attack her, nothing more. She saved Amy Madison's life three nights ago."
"Joe, you've got a speaker phone in your office, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I want to call Connor, ask him what the hell is going on here." Duncan said angrily.
"Only if I can listen in."
"Let me do the talking, Joe. I don't want him to know I got the information from you."
"You mean you want to mess with his head."
"It's so nice to be understood."
Duncan dialed Connor's New York number, and a female voice answered the phone.
"MacLeod's Antiques, can I help you?" she said in a thick Jersey accent.
"I need to speak to Connor MacLeod, it's important."
"I'm sorry, he's busy right now. If you call back in an hour, he might be free then."
"I need to speak with him," Duncan tried again. "It's an emergency."
"Sure it is, bustah. Call back later."
"I assume this is Maxine, right?"
"Yep. What's it matta ta you?"
"Maxine, if I'm not talking to Connor in thirty seconds, I will hop a plane to New York, come to the shop personally, and HEADS. WILL. ROLL."
"Shya right. Who the hell are you?"
"Duncan MacLeod." he said with an evil grin.
A loud noise sounded over the speaker. "What the heck was that, Mac?"
"Maxine dropping the phone."
"You're kidding."
"Nope. Five... four... three... two..."
"Damn it, Duncan, what the hell are you trying to pull!!" Connor shouted. "She's not even Immortal two months and you call here pulling that crap!!"
Duncan grinned at Joe. "Then stop making me out to be the Immortal version of the bogeyman to your students."
"Duncan, give me one good reason not to come after you right now." Connor seethed.
"I'll give you several. First, I heard you threw a wild party on my barge."
"I did no such thing."
"I heard you invited Raymond McGuire."
Several seconds of silence passed.
"How did you find out?"
Joe couldn't sit still any longer. "Hi, Connor."
"Dawson."
"Connor, what kind of shape is my barge in?"
"Jonathan took care of the damage."
Duncan's retort froze on his lips. "Fine. Now what's the deal with Shaw Hunter?"
"What do you mean? I haven't seen her since just after she killed McGuire."
"Well, it seems there was something like a Quickening when he died."
Connor chuckled over the line. "That was Shaw's doing. She had to kill him four times before she did it right."
"She didn't know?!?"
"Trust me, she does now. And the ways she took him out..."
Duncan grimaced. "Okay, I know you. In order."
"Electrocution, run through the heart, gutted and sliced his jugular, then the finale."
"My God. She did this? That kid?"
"That 'kid' happens to be over fifty years old."
"Duncan tells me she's not Immortal, Connor." Dawson stated.
"She isn't."
"Connor, now. Talk."
"She isn't exactly human."
"Define exactly." Duncan snarled.
"Fully, totally, completely, one hundred percent."
"CONNOR!"
"She's half human." Connor said, enjoying himself.
Dawson groaned. "I know one of us is going to have to ask, Duncan. Connor, what's the other half?"
"It seems that her mother was of the Under the Hill Folk."
Duncan sputtered. "Please tell me you're joking, Connor. Please."
"No. Jonathan told me himself after Shaw got a concussion from McGuire."
"I'm going to kill him. Jonathan is a dead man. Angel or no, I'm going to kill him."
"Angel? You mean as in wings, halo, the whole nine yards? That's the Jonathan she was traveling with?" Joe asked.
"How did you know about that, Dawson?" Connor said in disbelief.
"It seems they assigned a Watcher to a promising new Immortal, saw Shaw and Jonathan together."
"Who is this Immortal?"
"Shaw Hunter."
"WHAT? ARE THEY INSANE!!!!"
"Joe, don't you just love turning the tables on Connor?"
"Very funny, Duncan!"
"The best part is coming up. Seems Shaw enrolled in school, got an assignment as a library assistant."
"Good for her. She wanted to learn to read English. Where's she going to school?"
"Sunnydale. And if she's working in the library, she's working for..."
"Oh my God." Dawson said. "And I've got Marquez tracking her."
Connor started laughing over the phone again. "Might I make a suggestion, Joe?"
"If it's reasonable and halfway serious."
"Call, e-mail, whatever, Marquez and have him get in touch with Giles. Then have them call you and get the matter straightened out. Do NOT tell them about Shaw, it's her secret to tell, not yours."
"Damn. All right, I'll get on it."
"Bye, Connor. And I'll get that deposit the next time I see you..."
The phone in New York audibly slammed down.
Sunnydale High Library
Sunnydale, California
7 September 1998
"So, was your grandfather able to help you?" Giles asked as Jenny placed the receiver back on the cradle.
"Some. It's cryptic. He says the Hunter is a source of light, fearing her darkness. She protects people from the vampires, and has helped the Vistani in the past. He told me to give her a message, only to her. And, Rupert.."
"Go ahead, Jenny."
"He says one of the Slayer's allies will confirm the truth."
"I don't suppose you know who."
Jenny shrugged. "Absolutely no idea, Rupert. But I think it's safe to say that Shaw's the Hunter. One confusing thing, her eyes aren't red."
"I know. But what is she? She's not a vampire or an Immortal, we're sure of that."
"Why don't we simply ask her." Jenny asked with a grin.
"I tried that a couple of hours ago." Giles replied, giving her a sharp look.
"Then let's find her and ask her to come back. You said yourself she was asking for some kind of advice. I think she needs help, but she's prevented from saying anything. She said as much."
"I'll call the others. Hopefully, they'll convince her to trust us."
An hour later, Giles had everyone in the library, handing out search areas to
look for the Hunter.
"Very well, then. Xander, you and Cordelia will search the Bronze. Cassandra, Frank and Randi, the park. Gabrielle and Sonja, the college campus. Oz, Amy, Jenny, and Robin, you check the cemetery. Willow will be helping me here, trying to find out more about the prophecy. And please, keep in mind, Angel is here, which means that Spike and Drusilla are probably around as well."
"No prob, G-Man. We'll just dust 'em like any others."
"Xander, even with Steve's special items, please remember that Spike alone has killed two Slayers."
Xander started to reply, but Cordelia elbowed him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. The others laughed as they filed out.
Weatherly Park
Sunnydale, California
7 September 1998
Cassandra, Frank and Randi had been walking for twenty minutes and hadn't found the Hunter, or any vampires at all. Randi still seemed embarrassed about being approached by Angel, although Xander and Cordelia had assured her it wasn't her fault.
"Cassandra, do you think we're wasting our time out here?"
"No, Frank, I think we'll find something tonight. I had a dream to that affect."
"What does a dream have to do with anything?" Randi asked.
Frank snorted. "Cassandra's a prophetess, as well as an Immortal and witch. Why didn't you tell us, Cassie?"
"To see the look on your face." she said playfully.
"So what are we supposed to find?"
"I didn't get that far. Your snoring woke me up."
"Some prophet." Randi mumbled under her breath.
A lone vampire jumped out of the dark. He didn't get ten feet before Frank whipped a wooden knife into its heart. The three never broke stride. That is, until ten minutes later, when both Cassandra and Randi jerked and started looking around.
"Great. I know that look..." Frank cursed.
Cassandra looked and spotted a figure approaching out of the darkness. Cassandra drew her sword and stepped in front of Randi.
"I am Cassandra. This is Randi Jessup, and she is under my protection."
"Hey!"
The figure nodded. "Hello, Cassandra. It has been far too many years since we last saw each other."
Cassandra slowly lowered the blade. "Sinclair? Is it you?"
"Yes, my dear."
"They said you were killed during the Great War." she said. "They never found a body."
"I was sent to a place of great power." he told the trio, and then stepped into the light. "The Old Ones have charged me with bringing back the glory that is their due."
As Cassandra realized the truth of what Sinclair had become, the blood drained from her face. Determination slowly replaced the fear, and she raised her sword again.
"You die tonight, demon. We're going to destroy you."
Randi stared at her as if she were nuts. "Can you define 'we'?"
Frank grinned. "Cassie, dear, did you say demon?"
Once she nodded, Frank pulled out his H & K Ops .45 caliber pistol and began firing at the Cenobite. Pinhead screamed and staggered, but stayed on his feet. He straightened, and the wounds in his chest slowly closed. He watched as the wounds sealed.
"I am impressed. Enchanted bullets, crafted in silver. Simply not effective enough."
Sinclair approached Cassandra who swung her sword. The demon caught the blade in his left hand, and jerked it forward. Cassandra was dragged forward and he grabbed her by the throat. Frank shot him twice more, then Pinhead threw Cassandra into him, knocking them both to the ground.
The demon inspected Cassandra's sword, then turned to Randi. "Hello, Randi. I understand that you are new to this."
Randi gulped. "Something like that."
"Then you understand the rules. There can be only one."
"But it shall not be you."
Randi and Pinhead turned, just in time for an arrow to lodge itself in Pinhead's chest. A second arrow quickly followed, entering his right shoulder.
He staggered, but didn't go down. He dropped the sword, and reached up to pull the arrows out.
"Your blessed weapons cannot stop me, woman."
The hooded figure drew her sword, then used her free hand to drag a second sheathe off her back, which she threw to Randi.
"Here, Randi Jessup. A gift." she said, then turned to address the demon. "Blessed arrows may not work, but how about a disrupter sword... ta'narri."
The Cenobite's eyes rose at the last word. "You are versed in the proper name. What are you, warrior?"
"Cha'Tel'Quessir." she replied grimly.
"Impossible. How could you possibly have knowledge of my and Cassandra's kind."
"Does the name MacLeod mean anything to you?"
Randi stared at her. "You're kidding."
Sinclair looked doubtful. "He would not have told you willingly."
"Killing Raymond McGuire for him may have had something to do with it." She paused. "Randi Jessup, get behind me. I was sent to guard you."
"You cannot interfere with this." Pinhead protested.
The woman hesitated, then spoke. "Tell that to Frank Iverson. Aim for the head!"
Two loud cracks exploded through the night. The demon's head sparked as bullets struck the nails as they entered his head. He staggered, then picked up the sword. The hooded woman moved in front of Randi, and blocked his first strike, then side kicked him. He fell back one step, then straightened. He started to move forward again.
<Screw this!> Randi thought. She drew the sword she'd been given. She moved next to the Hunter.
Pinhead stopped, a sudden look of surprise on his face. "Where did you get that sword?" he demanded.
"From the Hunter." Randi said, nodding to her left.
"Who received it, to give to Randi Jessup," the Hunter said, "from the previous wielder."
The surprise in the Cenobite's face was replaced with a new look: Fear.
He slowly backed off. "The doorway to Hell will open, little half-breed. The Old Ones will return."
He quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Randi turned to see Frank helping Cassandra to her feet. She ran over to them.
"What the hell was that?"
Cassandra shuddered. "A Cenobite, a powerful demon that can only be summoned by one means, the Lament Configuration. We are in trouble."
"A demon named Sinclair? Very cultural." Frank said.
"But he's, you know.."
Frank looked at Randi. "He's what?"
"You know. Sword, heads, buzz?"
"No wonder my bullets did shit." Frank said, then looked around. The Hunter was nowhere in sight. "Damn! If I find that girl, I'm gonna cut her legs off!"
"What happened, Randi?"
"Well, while you and Frank were sleeping on the job, the Hunter shot some arrows into the demon. Threw me this.." she said, indicating the sword, "said she was here to guard me. Said she knew MacLeod. I drew the sword, Metalhead decided not to fight after Frank capped him in the head a couple times."
Cassandra and Frank exchanged a look. "She knows a MacLeod? Who the hell is this kid??" Frank shouted.
"Uh, the demon asked her. She said... tellkisser, or something like that."
"Randi, did she say, Tel'Quessir?" Cassandra asked with the right pronunciation.
"That sounds right. I think that's it."
"You know something, Cass."
"Yes, Frank, I'll tell you when we get back to the library."
The bushes parted as Shawukay quickly moved through the brush, looking for any trace of the ta'narri's passage. She was quickly growing frustrated.
<This is not possible.> she mentally snapped. <He had to have left some kind of trail.>
As she continued to scan the trees, bushes and ground, she felt something behind her. The ranger quickly turned, bringing her sword around in a whistling arc, an afterglow of the faerie fire along the blade being imprinted onto her retinas.
The sword passed straight through Jehanne, who looked faintly amused at Shawukay's reaction.
Shawukay quickly recovered, and started to chant a prayer before she realized who was in front of her. She lowered her sword and let out a brief curse in Common.
"Goddess! Have you lost your senses?!?" Shawukay hissed abruptly. "It is a good thing you are intangible at this moment, Jehanne."
"Because you would have cut me in half with your sword?" Jehanne asked.
"No," the half-elf countered, "because I would have thrashed you for not. . .mentioning your presence."
Jehanne's eyes widened slightly, and Shawukay sheathed her sword. She looked at the angel.
"Where is the ta'narri? I was trying to track him," she said, an embarrassed look coming to her face. "Not that I was having much success."
"The Cenobite can move through shadows, in a form of teleportation, if you will," Jehanne explained. "You have fulfilled the first part of your involvement of the prophecy, Shawukay. But, you are now needed elsewhere."
Shawukay did a double take. "Are you saying I have to leave?" she asked in a tone full of regret. "Jehanne, I have not told my kin of. ."
"You are needed in the library, Shawukay. You have guarded the Third, although she made sure it was not for long," the spirit replied with a touch of dry humor, "and you gave her the sword. But vampires are headed for the library, where Willow Rosenburg and Rupert Giles are currently located at."
Shawukay's face grew pale. "Then why are you here wasting my time?!? I have to get there to protect them!"
The half-elf drew her cloak about her head, and started to take off. But, an impossibly strong hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"Shawukay, the time has come for you to tell them the truth," Jehanne said in a firm tone. "These people will be your allies. And, if you let them, they will be your friends."
"Of course," Shawukay spat. "Xander Harris thinks I might be some form of demon, of all things."
"And he was the first to offer you his friendship," Jehanne said.
"When he thought I was human," the half-elf said, but one corner of her mouth lifted. "Although I did find his guesses somewhat. .amusing."
"Shawukay. ."
"Jehanne, I. . .consider Willow a friend already. She has stood up for me since the beginning. And I will let you know of something else."
"Yes?" the angel asked.
"When I first came here, I considered this similar to a Harper mission. I was pretending to be a student at this school," she said.
"And now?"
"I am . . .no longer pretending. Jonathan was right about my learning here. And," she paused, closing her eyes, "I do not want to stop."
"That choice is in the future," Jehanne said. "But now, you have to help those in the library."
Shawukay nodded