Creative Works
Lost Time (Part 4)
By JFK
sugar7999(at)hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant
Enemy Productions, ect. However the characters I made up are mine and I
will sue if they are used without my permission. If you would like to
use them or my story, e-mail me at: sugar7999(at)hotmail.com.
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Part 4
Bruno, a security guard that was placed in front of the infant's crib,
smiled to himself.
Bruno was half human and half demon. He sensed that the child's
asinine parents had fallen asleep. Quickly, he mumbled:
"Hache, le blanch, christo"
Hurriedly, he picked up the baby. The spell he had just chanted would
keep the parents asleep for hours. He picked up the child and drifted
into the night.
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Alexander Harris gasped. He had climbed up the side of the house to
his God-son's room, in hopes of startling the kid's parents. But
instead he saw a funky looking security guard disinigrate into thin
air with the baby.
He had also heard the guard mumble something in a foreign language.
Xander knew damn well that the guard probably wasn't an idiot, or he
wouldn't have been able to pull this off. He had
probably, no definetly put some kind of spell on Will's parents.
Xander ran back down the driveway and jumped into his Ford Explorer.
While Driving down the gravel drive-way, he remembered something.
He had heard Giles mumbling about some new demon's place at an
abandoned where-house about five-miles out of town. He decided to
check it out.
Ordinarrily, Xander didn't think about planning things out. He was
too arrogant and cocky to bother with such things. (Typical male).
But
now it was differant. A small, innocent litte baby might suffer. He
had to think this out.
But Xander was the brightest light on the tree, he wasn't really sure
of how to plan an ambush. That was Buffy's area of expertice.
But Buffy was probably conked out like a vegetable laying next to
Alive-Boy.
Xander opened the glove compartment and pulled out a pistol. (Hey,
this was 'Boca del Infierno', you couldn't be too careful.) He made
sure it was loaded and slipped it into his coat pocket.
Pulling up about fifty feet away from the wherehouse so as not to
make to much noise, Xander got out of his vehicle.
Slowly and quietly he walked around to the side entrance of the
shit-hole of a building that was probably infested with blood suckers.
He knew the area well. When Xander, Willow and Jesse had been kids,
they would bike up here and play. That was, of course, when the
biggest concern he had was the Bronco's making it to the super-bowl.
Now he worried about creepy-crawlies beating the hell out of him.
Xander reached the side entrance and was surprised to see no one
gaurding the door (or slidey thingy that wheeled shut, whichever you
prefer).
He stood and looked inside. He saw the security guard holding the
baby before a large green demon with a big head.
Xander didn't waste any time. Quickly he fired three shots at the
demon. It tumbled to the floor in a heap. Will started crying, and
the security guard (who Xander just knew Angel would beat the living
hell out of) looked up sharply.
Xander shot him too. He aso crumbled to the floor in a heap, dropping
the baby. Xander dashed over to the hard concrete floor, picked up
the baby, and ran for it.
When safely in his car with the baby on his lap, Xander tried to
comfort the kid. Didn't help.
But Alexander Harris was shocked. He had actually done something
right. His parents would be shocked.
No, wait. He coudn't tell his parents about the slayer/vampy thing.
They would put him in a mental institution. Again. Hell, when he was
seven and had told them that he wanted to be super-man, they had
taken him too a shrink.
Finally he pulled up to the mansion and got out. He had quite a story
to tell.
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Okay, Okay. I suck at action. Next time I'll put more thought into
it. Feedback is important, flames are fine to. Please send feedback! sugar7999(at)hotmail.com
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