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2013-04-19, 02:43 PM
Sunnydale High Library
Quinn looked up from the article on the latest exhibit on Egyptology at the museum in his paper as Hannah and Tim walked in.
“So, what's the latest rumblings from Sunnydale's own Hellmouth? Vampires, demons, principal Snyder? Anything bad and scary needing its butt kicked this week?” The two of them sat down opposite Quinn as he casually lit another cigarette.
“I'm happy to say things have remained fairly quiet of late.” He replied to the pair. “I haven't seen Lucy yet today, but from what she has told me recently, aside from the occasional vampire, Sunnydale seems to be quite dead at the moment. In the good way.”
Restfield Cemetery
Lucy ducked away from a straight-arm blow and rolled over a headstone, coming out of it with a snap kick that knocked one vampire onto its back. The second vamp was quick to follow, leaping over the tombstone with fangs bared and going straight for her neck. A sidestep and a quick elbow to his throat stunned him, then Lucy pulled her stake and buried it in his heart. He had barely dusted when the first vamp leaped to his feet and lunged her, wrapping the Slayer in a bear hug that dropped them both to the ground. Lucy pulled the momentum into a backward roll, flipping him head over heels and landing on top of him, stake drawn. She plunged it down and he too burst into a pile of ash. The Slayer paused a moment to catch her breath before standing.
The arm grabbed her from behind. It was strong, sharp claws and thick skin. It picked her off her feet and slammed her into the wall of a crypt before turning her around as though she were nothing more than a toy. A demon towered over her, half again her height, with long horns curling around its face and protruding from the corners of its mouth like tusks. Its skin was grey and leathery, its eyes narrow and red. It grinned at her as it dangled her above the ground. She tried to lash out at it, a well-placed kick merely bouncing of its hide, her blows bouncing harmlessly off its arm.
“Stick around, Slayer. I look forward to meeting you.” Its voice boomed around her as it clenched its other hand and slammed its claws into her stomach. Her eyes widened in pain.
Sunnydale High Library
A nervous cough came from the entrance to the library. Quinn looked over the top of his newspaper to see a student standing awkwardly by the counter, looking expectantly at him. Their eyes met, and he stared in confusion at her for a long moment.
“Yes?”
“Um, you're the librarian, right? I'm looking for a book?”
“Library? Oh, yes, I suppose it is. I forget sometimes, nobody ever comes here.” She glanced at Hannah and Tim, who were watching the exchange. “Well, they hardly count.”
“It's actually my own book that I'm looking for; it's gone missing and the secretary at lost and found suggested I check here in case anybody found it and returned it here by accident. It's just a silly fantasy book about magic and dragons and stuff, Alderac's Almanac? Can you check for me?”
Sunnydale High Hallway
Reggie put the rest of her books in her locker and turned to go to class. Walking down the corridor, looking thoroughly lost, was a new girl she hadn't seen before. She had a large history text clutched between her arms and was trying to navigate the press of kids going to and from class, obviously trying to get her bearings but without avail.
“Excuse me, can you tell me where...no? Hello? Excuse me, will you...” She continued down the hallway, peering in classroom windows and trying meekly to get the attention of students that barged past her without pausing.
Sunnydale High Classroom
Lucy snapped her eyes open with a gasp, her hands instinctively moving to her stomach. She was unharmed and uninjured, except for the thin trickle of drool from the corner of her mouth. The rest of the class giggled at her exclamation as they packed up their books and filed out. Ms. Finch sat and stared at her from her desk, waiting until the rest of the students had left before getting up and approaching the chagrined Slayer.
“I see today's class held your interest about as much as usual, Miss Wilder. You know that monitoring what you do in your free time is hardly my job. In fact, being responsible for your academic success, or lack thereof, is not my job either. I am here to teach, you are here to learn. If you do not want to learn, I cannot teach, this does not bother me. But when you allocate your evenings as party time and my class as nap time, you disrupt the rest of the class, and that does bother me. You need some direction in your life, Miss Wilder, some purpose. That isn't my job either. But we have a new guidance counsellor here after Mr. Darrin's...mishap. I'm going to suggest that you go and see him, soon. And if I hear that you haven't, I will make you an appointment myself and drag you there during my next class. At least you'll have a comfortable office to sleep in instead of these hard chairs. Are we clear?”
Quinn looked up from the article on the latest exhibit on Egyptology at the museum in his paper as Hannah and Tim walked in.
“So, what's the latest rumblings from Sunnydale's own Hellmouth? Vampires, demons, principal Snyder? Anything bad and scary needing its butt kicked this week?” The two of them sat down opposite Quinn as he casually lit another cigarette.
“I'm happy to say things have remained fairly quiet of late.” He replied to the pair. “I haven't seen Lucy yet today, but from what she has told me recently, aside from the occasional vampire, Sunnydale seems to be quite dead at the moment. In the good way.”
Restfield Cemetery
Lucy ducked away from a straight-arm blow and rolled over a headstone, coming out of it with a snap kick that knocked one vampire onto its back. The second vamp was quick to follow, leaping over the tombstone with fangs bared and going straight for her neck. A sidestep and a quick elbow to his throat stunned him, then Lucy pulled her stake and buried it in his heart. He had barely dusted when the first vamp leaped to his feet and lunged her, wrapping the Slayer in a bear hug that dropped them both to the ground. Lucy pulled the momentum into a backward roll, flipping him head over heels and landing on top of him, stake drawn. She plunged it down and he too burst into a pile of ash. The Slayer paused a moment to catch her breath before standing.
The arm grabbed her from behind. It was strong, sharp claws and thick skin. It picked her off her feet and slammed her into the wall of a crypt before turning her around as though she were nothing more than a toy. A demon towered over her, half again her height, with long horns curling around its face and protruding from the corners of its mouth like tusks. Its skin was grey and leathery, its eyes narrow and red. It grinned at her as it dangled her above the ground. She tried to lash out at it, a well-placed kick merely bouncing of its hide, her blows bouncing harmlessly off its arm.
“Stick around, Slayer. I look forward to meeting you.” Its voice boomed around her as it clenched its other hand and slammed its claws into her stomach. Her eyes widened in pain.
Sunnydale High Library
A nervous cough came from the entrance to the library. Quinn looked over the top of his newspaper to see a student standing awkwardly by the counter, looking expectantly at him. Their eyes met, and he stared in confusion at her for a long moment.
“Yes?”
“Um, you're the librarian, right? I'm looking for a book?”
“Library? Oh, yes, I suppose it is. I forget sometimes, nobody ever comes here.” She glanced at Hannah and Tim, who were watching the exchange. “Well, they hardly count.”
“It's actually my own book that I'm looking for; it's gone missing and the secretary at lost and found suggested I check here in case anybody found it and returned it here by accident. It's just a silly fantasy book about magic and dragons and stuff, Alderac's Almanac? Can you check for me?”
Sunnydale High Hallway
Reggie put the rest of her books in her locker and turned to go to class. Walking down the corridor, looking thoroughly lost, was a new girl she hadn't seen before. She had a large history text clutched between her arms and was trying to navigate the press of kids going to and from class, obviously trying to get her bearings but without avail.
“Excuse me, can you tell me where...no? Hello? Excuse me, will you...” She continued down the hallway, peering in classroom windows and trying meekly to get the attention of students that barged past her without pausing.
Sunnydale High Classroom
Lucy snapped her eyes open with a gasp, her hands instinctively moving to her stomach. She was unharmed and uninjured, except for the thin trickle of drool from the corner of her mouth. The rest of the class giggled at her exclamation as they packed up their books and filed out. Ms. Finch sat and stared at her from her desk, waiting until the rest of the students had left before getting up and approaching the chagrined Slayer.
“I see today's class held your interest about as much as usual, Miss Wilder. You know that monitoring what you do in your free time is hardly my job. In fact, being responsible for your academic success, or lack thereof, is not my job either. I am here to teach, you are here to learn. If you do not want to learn, I cannot teach, this does not bother me. But when you allocate your evenings as party time and my class as nap time, you disrupt the rest of the class, and that does bother me. You need some direction in your life, Miss Wilder, some purpose. That isn't my job either. But we have a new guidance counsellor here after Mr. Darrin's...mishap. I'm going to suggest that you go and see him, soon. And if I hear that you haven't, I will make you an appointment myself and drag you there during my next class. At least you'll have a comfortable office to sleep in instead of these hard chairs. Are we clear?”