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"What a foolish girl," he thought. The Gauru simply begins to sprint with the girl on him. He can feel her grip on his fur tighten as he begins to pick up momentum. He decides to sprint on all fours. The wind from such speed chills anyone. The fact that she would not let go was quite impressive.

The Gauru stops at the graveyard, and without as much of a thought, reaches for the girl, grabs her around her waist and places her on the ground. His eyes, still an eerie shade of red, looks at her, as if trying to look eye sight with her. He could have thrown her. He could have crushed her ribs with just one squeeze. But he didn't. He needed her, and would not leave until the hunt begins.

He waits. No attack stance, just....waiting.

Buffy simply stood and stared at the beast.
Which was what this felt like, bizzarely. She felt like Beauty to it's Beast.
It didn't seem to want to hurt her, and suddenly she jumped up in the air like a pogo stick several times, trying to look into it's eyes.
"Giles? That's not you in there, is it?" Hop. "Giles?" Jump. "Nod if it's you in there!" Up again.
On her last jump, she slapped her hands on her hips.
"Well, then, what? What?"

((i just noticed i have issues with changing tenses. tell me what you all are most comfy with, and i'll stick with it, says miss michelle))

((Well woman, looks like it is up to me. I'd have to go with past tense, it's what I'm used to. SCORE!! -Agethia (who is AMAZING)))

Buffy's eyebrows shot skyward. It was being submissive... lowering itself to her.
I could learn to like that, she thought.
"Ok, look.... I really should just kill you. I realllly should," she stressed.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna walk away. I'm gonna... I'll find Oz... and.." She slowly backed away as she continued talking.
"I'll... If I hear anything at all about torn throats or furballs being seen leaving the scene of a crime, you're dead."
This somehow lacked conviction, as Buffy tripped and nearly fell on a jagged stump of old tombstone.

It's just before midnight when Buffy gets home. She was tired. Confused. Hungry. And dissatisfied. That Chewbacca looking thing had just sapped all the fight out of her.
Could also have something to do with the drinking she'd done earlier.
Buffy sighed and headed to the kitchen, praying someone had started up the coffeemaker, cuz she'd never gotten that damned cup.

Willow drove straight into the heart of Cleveland, where they might actually find a decent club. They weren't dressed perfectly, but hell, they were damn cute.
"We'll try that one there..." she said to Dawn, pointing out a brownstone on the corner that looked decidedly un-clublike. There was a small unlit sign above an extremely functional looking blacked-out glass door, and no lights could be seen from within.
As Willow parked half a block down, she noticed the name of the club, and smiled from ear to ear, waiting for Dawn to notice it.
She stepped out from the car, quickly going around to Dawn's side, opening the door for her and holding out her hand.
"Come on."

As they passed underneath the sign reading "Jailbait" Willow laughed and pulled open the door.
She yelled to Dawn, "Loud, huh?" hoping she could hear her over the din of the music and crowd. A cloud of hazy smoke swirled throughout the air, highlighted by all the colors and blinking lights of the strobes and loads of glowsticks.