Who: Buffy Summers, Spike, and a bit of Sam Winchester at first What: Coming back from demon lessons, and then to the motel. (I'm going to say Buffy grabbed a room at the same motel Sam and Dean are at, if that's okay with you?) When: Around 10:30pm Where: Motel Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
"You know, I think my life was easier when if I wasn't sure on how to handle I demon, cutting of it's head was a good way to go." she said drying, looking almost put out at the idea. She'd managed to convince Sam to teacher her more than the basics, and with promises of more through hunts later, Buffy was listening to what he had to show her. One thing she knew? She'd be lucky to memorize that exorcism ritual thing by the time she was forty. If only her Scythe was the kind of weapon that worked against demons here. Of course it wouldn't be that easy.
She like Sam well enough. He knew exactly what he was doing it seemed. Sort of like his job in this world was what hers was back home. It was nice to simply concentrate on the demons when suddenly there was an Angel look alike in town, and Spike was suddenly here, alive. Not dead. Very much not dead, after four years of thinking he was gone. The presence of Spike alone was enough to make her emotions go all haywire and make her head feel like it wanted to explode. Explody feelings of confusion that she didn't know how to deal with.
So concentrating on demons helped, but that was done and over with until she could haul Sam off for another fun night. She didn't know when that would be, because she was sure he had to be busy. "Thanks for taking the time to...make with the explaining in detail and stuff. I know you have to be busy with the crazy." she wanted to help fight this battle, she didn't want Lucifer to rise, and she wanted to do what she was meant to do. Her world or not, she was still the Slayer. Her strength, speed and agility were still in place. She'd help demonstrate her physical skills tonight when she got to exchange a few blows with some of the demons.
And her Scythe was still with her, she never let it go now. Paranoid, much? Maybe, but it made her feel better. The constant feel of power and the sense that it belonged to her, which it did, just made her feel better. Buffy looked up at the sign of the motel as they got back to it. She hadn't staid at a motel for this long in ages. She was going to have to get a job. Or rob another bank?