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My hero! [Sam]
Buffy's last thought before feeling a large rock thrown at the back of her head was, Ow. Before that unfortunate moment, the slayer spent night questioning why she still bothered to patrol. There appeared to be more than enough competent heroic types around to take care of The City's creepy crawlies. What difference did she really make? Was she supposed to be disappointed or reassured that she hadn't come across a vampire in the last week?
Buffy walked aimlessly through The City Commons, the infamous Mr. Pointy slipped into the sleeve of her red sweater. Though her arms were crossed over her stomach she was plenty warm. There was a mild breeze and the temperature was perfect. Buffy heard an orchestra of crickets and looking through the trees appreciated perfect starlight supernaturally protected from the artificial glow of The City surrounding the park. Not even Sunnydale had such a view. It was so nice that not even her troubled thoughts or the mosquito bite on her shoulder could dampen the moment.
Buffy thought about the dream with the talking bird. She thought about the impressively hairy guy who seemed to do just fine dispatching vampires on his own. Buffy visually flashed back to naked Dick. Multiple times. This was precisely the reason she hadn't noticed the giant man-eating troll lurking under the bridge, it's gender difficult to discern. Her stylish yet affordable boots clicked loudly over the wood construction, while wandering through the impressively large park. To be fair, it more closely resembled a giant-sized assortment of rock and ruble than it did a being, and it smelled like the earth when she disturbed its slumber.
An hour had passed by the time her eyes finally opened. She was first pleasantly surprised to be alive. She was then pleasantly surprised to be pleasantly surprised at still being alive. The realization was both welcome and reassuring. But Buffy was annoyed by two equally important things. First, that the large lump on the back of her head really hurt and second, that she was bound, gagged and tied upside down to a tree branch. Her forehead just barely missed touching the earth below.
There was a large fire going in the dried up creek several feet from the bridge which crossed over it. Upon the blaze sat a cauldron which Buffy could have easily fit into twice. Looking up where were feet were tied, she swung absently testing the strength of the branch. It didn't creak. The slayer began to protest loudly, but the rope gag in her mouth kept her from saying anything intelligible. The troll ignored her, chopping misshapen roots into the stew it prepared, singing in an ugly baritone, "They call me Troll; Gnawer of the Moon, Giant of the Gale-blasts, Curse of the rain-hall, Companion of the Sibyl, Nightroaming hag, Swallower of the loaf of heaven. What is a Troll but that?"
Buffy walked aimlessly through The City Commons, the infamous Mr. Pointy slipped into the sleeve of her red sweater. Though her arms were crossed over her stomach she was plenty warm. There was a mild breeze and the temperature was perfect. Buffy heard an orchestra of crickets and looking through the trees appreciated perfect starlight supernaturally protected from the artificial glow of The City surrounding the park. Not even Sunnydale had such a view. It was so nice that not even her troubled thoughts or the mosquito bite on her shoulder could dampen the moment.
Buffy thought about the dream with the talking bird. She thought about the impressively hairy guy who seemed to do just fine dispatching vampires on his own. Buffy visually flashed back to naked Dick. Multiple times. This was precisely the reason she hadn't noticed the giant man-eating troll lurking under the bridge, it's gender difficult to discern. Her stylish yet affordable boots clicked loudly over the wood construction, while wandering through the impressively large park. To be fair, it more closely resembled a giant-sized assortment of rock and ruble than it did a being, and it smelled like the earth when she disturbed its slumber.
An hour had passed by the time her eyes finally opened. She was first pleasantly surprised to be alive. She was then pleasantly surprised to be pleasantly surprised at still being alive. The realization was both welcome and reassuring. But Buffy was annoyed by two equally important things. First, that the large lump on the back of her head really hurt and second, that she was bound, gagged and tied upside down to a tree branch. Her forehead just barely missed touching the earth below.
There was a large fire going in the dried up creek several feet from the bridge which crossed over it. Upon the blaze sat a cauldron which Buffy could have easily fit into twice. Looking up where were feet were tied, she swung absently testing the strength of the branch. It didn't creak. The slayer began to protest loudly, but the rope gag in her mouth kept her from saying anything intelligible. The troll ignored her, chopping misshapen roots into the stew it prepared, singing in an ugly baritone, "They call me Troll; Gnawer of the Moon, Giant of the Gale-blasts, Curse of the rain-hall, Companion of the Sibyl, Nightroaming hag, Swallower of the loaf of heaven. What is a Troll but that?"