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There's a New Slayer in Town (Dean or Spike)
Buffy wasn't being avoid-y in regards to the Hellmouth in York. Really. The fact that she knew a particular bleached blond vampire had taken to haunting it had nothing to do with her refusal to leave sunny Southern California for the much more frigid and temperamental temperatures of Pennsylvania. Dawn and Giles had both insisted on staying mum on the topic of Spike, which was irritating, but she'd had her own fires to put out back in Sunnydale. She trusted her watcher to tell her if there was something that needed her immediate attention.
Of course, she'd gotten the scare of her life when she'd received the call about Giles a few months back. She hadn't been able to work up the nerve to go visit him in the hospital. Not right away. There was a part of her that was terrified of losing the only stable father figure she had in her life. She'd already lost her mother, and the thought of losing Giles...
Well, it had hurt enough when he'd left for England. Which meant that it had been easier to simply carry on as though he was still in England and not lying in a hospital bed in Pennsylvania.
Of course she could only carry that on for so long before a slight lull in the action in Sunnydale reminded her that she had other places to be and other people to watch out for. She would have to face the now-fully recovered Giles and apologize for not visiting while he was in the hospital. Or worse, she would face him and he would be too British and Giles-y to call her out on her desertion. And she would have to check on her sister and make sure Dawn was okay. She would also have to make sure that her ex-whatever she could call Spike-wasn't secretly plotting to add to the problems at this Hellmouth.
Right now, though, she simply needed to get past the vampires that had greeted her almost as soon as she'd got off the bus into town. The vamps seemed extra-hyped up. Possibly from some leftover Hellmouth energy. From what she'd heard, this one had been especially active lately.
Buffy slammed her fist into one of the nearby vampires and then pulled out a stake.
"This is your welcome wagon? I was at least hoping for a basket of muffins or whatever your local delicacy is."
Of course, she'd gotten the scare of her life when she'd received the call about Giles a few months back. She hadn't been able to work up the nerve to go visit him in the hospital. Not right away. There was a part of her that was terrified of losing the only stable father figure she had in her life. She'd already lost her mother, and the thought of losing Giles...
Well, it had hurt enough when he'd left for England. Which meant that it had been easier to simply carry on as though he was still in England and not lying in a hospital bed in Pennsylvania.
Of course she could only carry that on for so long before a slight lull in the action in Sunnydale reminded her that she had other places to be and other people to watch out for. She would have to face the now-fully recovered Giles and apologize for not visiting while he was in the hospital. Or worse, she would face him and he would be too British and Giles-y to call her out on her desertion. And she would have to check on her sister and make sure Dawn was okay. She would also have to make sure that her ex-whatever she could call Spike-wasn't secretly plotting to add to the problems at this Hellmouth.
Right now, though, she simply needed to get past the vampires that had greeted her almost as soon as she'd got off the bus into town. The vamps seemed extra-hyped up. Possibly from some leftover Hellmouth energy. From what she'd heard, this one had been especially active lately.
Buffy slammed her fist into one of the nearby vampires and then pulled out a stake.
"This is your welcome wagon? I was at least hoping for a basket of muffins or whatever your local delicacy is."