Dawning Realizations
Midnight
Summer-Giles residents
"Hey mom, I'm home," shouted Buffy as she came through the door closely followed by her step-father, Rupert.
"Hey how are my resident super trackers?" Joyce joked walking in from the kitchen with a mug in each hand. Thus the nightly routine began.
The three members sat around the kitchen drinking hot-cocoa chatting about the new cases at the office.
"I was assigned today to the Angeleus case today," Buffy said sipping.
Joyce leaned forword listening intently, "Names?" She was a retired agent, she worked the most toughest case, she was the previous Slayer. Joyce now owned a highly productive art gallery, through her gallery she had eyes and ears all over the world, relaying information back to her.
Buffy sat back and ticked off her fingers, "Liam 'Angelus' Broder, his brother Spike Broder, a sister, Drusilla Broder and the wife, Darla Broder. Do you know anything?"
Joyce looked thoughtful, "Not at this moment, I will call some contacts though."
"Well, I'm completly knackered. I'm going to head off to bed now," Giles stated standing and putting his cup in the sink.
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Midnight
Angelus Headquaters
"Did you see her? Did you find her?" Angelus asked as soon as Spike walked through the door of the large house.
"No, Peaches I didn't find the bint, I don't even know what she looks like," he answer shrugging his duster off and placing it in the closet.
"My Spike, has seen the Slayer to night, he just doesn't know," Drusilla said fluidly as she glided into the room.
"What do you mean Princess?" he asked humoring his younger sister.
Drusilla went on as she gazed to the ceiling, "The stars say that my Spike talked with her."
Spike thought about who he talked to, tonight, his mind flashing to Buffy.
Angelus rolled his eyes, he hated it when Drusilla got like that, glad that Spike was there to distract her, "You don't have to worry about not knowing what she looks like, I got a description of the young Slayer."
Spike read the sheet of paper,
*blonde hair
*green eyes
*5'5"
Spike's eyes went wide as Buffy's picture flashed automatically through his mind, ''Shit," he sighed. He wondered upstairs still thinking about the discription, it can't be Buffy can it? Please don't let it be Buffy. He fell acrossed his bed, fligging and arm acrossed his face.
His last conscience thought was I'll have to find out tomorrow, please God don't let it be her.