Spike cast a glance around the bar even as he followed the demons, and ultimately, the woman who reminded him of his sire. He noticed that the blonde he had been eyeing for the past hour or so seemed to have left. Once outside he quickly noted that the group of demons had backed the dark haired woman into the alley across from the bar. Eyes alight with the anticipation of a fight; Spike boldly crossed to the alley and calmly lit a cigarette. “Is this a private party or can anybody crash?”
“Mind your own business vampire,” one of the demons said. “There’s a bounty on this slut’s head and we aim to collect it.”
“I see,” said Spike. “In that case I’ll just leave you to it then.” Spike turned around as if to walk away, but turned suddenly and grabbed the demon closest to him, wrenching its head sideways, breaking its neck. “On second thought, I’ll just have my own party.”
The woman that the demons had followed was backed up against the wall, her face hidden by her long dark hair. A low moan issued from her, as she seemed to sway and collapse weakly to the ground.
From the shadows deeper in the alley a soft feminine voice rang out. “Didn’t your mother’s teach you any manners? It’s not polite to accost a lady.” With these words a small blonde whirlwind erupted from the shadows and backhanded the closest demon into the wall opposite the collapsed woman.
Spike looked up and saw the blonde girl he had been eyeing in the bar, and a feral grin crossed his face. ‘Things are definitely looking up…’ Spike thought as he dodged a punch from another demon. A quick headcount showed one dead demon, one slightly dazed, and eight more fighting mad. He slammed his fist into the left temple of the demon that had tried to punch him, and moved to stand beside the blonde.
“We can’t let them get to her; she’ll end up dead, or worse.” The blonde said, ducking as the demon in front of her tried to punch her.
“Right, protect the girl, and have fun doing it!” Spike crowed as he grabbed the demon who had tried to punch the girl beside him. “Names Spike, what’s yours?” Spike grunted as one of the demons managed to land a blow to his midsection.
“I’m Buffy,” Buffy said as she delivered a roundhouse kick to another demon, driving it into the wall, stunning it.
Neither noticed the smile on the face of the dark haired woman they were both trying to protect.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Angel sauntered along the street, hands in his pockets, whistling a tune he had learned shortly after being turned. He felt like he was on top of the world these days. He had people who looked up to him and counted on him. He had a nice little setup here, and was definitely looking forward to the arrival of the slayer, once she was located. The things he wanted to show her, and teach her. A sickening smile crossed his face at the thought of the young slayer and what he could make her do. He was so caught up in his thoughts and fantasies that he didn’t notice he was being watched from the bakery across the street.
“I didn’t know he could smile,” Xander said to himself. He rubbed one ear, “and I wish he wouldn’t whistle, it’s like nails on a chalkboard.” Xander started down the street, his breakfast in hand. “Wonder what’s got him so chipper this morning.” He turned towards the school, reminding himself to tell Giles about what he had seen that morning.
Giles sat at his desk, the parchment spread out before him, as he pondered the one phrase that had translated itself in the early morning hours. “Daughter of the Sun,” he murmured to himself. “Who or what could that possible be referring to…” His voice trailed off as he sank deeper into thought, not noticing as Xander slipped into the library.
“Hey G-Man, never guess who I saw braving the early dawn hours!” Xander quipped as he strode into Giles’ office. “And he was acting major weird, whistling and talking to himself. Oh! And he was even smiling, in a creepy sort of way.” Xander stopped talking when he realized Giles wasn’t paying him any notice. He reached out and placed a hand on Giles’ shoulder, causing Giles to start rather abruptly.
“Good Lord! Are you trying to give me a coronary?” Giles gasped out as he struggled to slow his heart rate, which had sky-rocketed when Xander touched him. “Wait a minute, did you say you saw Angel at dawn this morning? Whistling and smiling?” Giles frowned for a moment. “Are you sure it was him?”
“Oh yeah, it was him. Its hard to mistake the stick-up hair and the broody expression, which by the way, wasn’t so broody. He was starting to creep me out with his weird smiling.” Xander said with a shudder. He looked at the parchment spread out on the desk. “Hey, I see you managed to translate some of it.” He reached out as if to pick up the paper and Giles slapped his fingers.
“I didn’t. It translated itself early this morning,” Giles said with a sigh. “I just wish I knew what or who it refers to.”
“Lemme see it for a moment,” Xander said as he bent over the desk. “Well, Daughter is obviously female, so it’s most likely a girl or a woman, and Sun… sunshine… maybe they are talking about a California girl?” Xander scratched the back of his neck with one hand.
“Mr. Kitchener did say that it pertained to my missing slayer.” Giles said as he stood up and began to pace the tiny office. “Daughter of the Sun… Buffy Summers? She was born in Los Angeles I believe…” Giles began muttering to himself, all but ignoring Xander.
“What’s with this other paper?” Xander said, picking it up.
“Using the symbols that were translated, I found matching ones in the first stanza of the prophecy, and replaced them with the English words they transformed into,” Giles said as he took the paper back from Xander. But I’m afraid it makes little sense.”
“Maybe you just need to try it on the second one?” Xander asked with a smirk.” It can’t hurt, right?
“Indeed, it might even help.” So saying, Giles sat himself down and took the paper from Xander and began to go over the second stanza, adding it to the first.
Daughter of the Sun, ____ of ____.
____ of the ____, ____ of ____.
____ the ____ of ____ ____,
____ ____ ____ ____ the ____,
____ ____ ____ ____.
____ ____ ____ ____, ____ ____ ____,
____ ____ ____, ____ ____ ____.
____ ____ ____, ____ ____ ____,
____ ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ ____,
____ ____ ____ ____ ____.
“Well that certainly didn’t do any good. Not one symbol from the first can be found in the second,” Xander said as he read over Giles’ shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out, I need to get to class.” So saying Xander ran out of the library, leaving Giles to go over the rest of the prophecy by himself.”
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