Adult-FanFiction.org : Buffy

Finding Love	By : angelinasway Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Harry Potter Views: 2601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter belong to Joss Whedon and J.K Rowling. This story is for entertainment, not for profit.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Thank you all for reviews everyone.
The next chapter has some dialog taken directly from Some Assembly Required. I am incredibly excited about this chapter so please tell me what you think. Also very soon the entire story will be betaed so any mistakes that grated you should be fixed within a week.
Special thanks to AerynSpeedleCaine for her beta job.

Chapter 7
It took everything in Tom’s power not to curse his horrid new principal with boils. After everything he went through last night, this little man- who could've easily passed for a house-elf- was forcibly reminding him of his hatred for muggles. Was this man actually in charge of adolescents? Because his intense bigotry towards them was blindingly obvious.
“Your grades are good, and you don’t seem to have any disciplinary problems.” Snyder looked at Tom sneering, “Let’s hope you keep it that way.”
Giles, who had been silent through Snyder’s entire speech- about how he demanded obedience and respect from all his students; how he demanded participation from his students, and how he was definitely not a fan of special case students like Tom- rolled his eyes and looked at Tom apologetically. The poor boy was fuming; shooting daggers at the man as if that alone would make him burst into flames.
Dumbledore and Giles had already decided on Tom’s cover story. It would be much easier to say that Tom was a relative of Giles. So when Giles received the magically forged documents, he was not at all surprised to see himself listed as Tom’s uncle.
“Your uncle has informed me that because of your religious upbringing, you are out of date on some of your subjects. He also told me that he has asked Miss Rosenberg to tutor you, and she has agreed. What he probably has forgotten to mention, because unlike me, he actually has faith in the students, is that Miss Rosenberg has poor taste in friends.” Snyder looked at Tom suspiciously, “I suggest you stay far away from people like Buffy Summers if you want to do well at this school.”
Tom was just about to tell this loathsome little cockroach exactly what he thought of him and his so-called advice, when Giles placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and stood. “Well, this was enlightening, but we really must be going. After all, I do need to get to the library and still give him a tour of the school.”
Snyder nodded his head, dismissing them.
Tom stood and quickly exited the office, using every bit of willpower he had to not slam the man’s door. “I cannot believe a man like that is in charge of students,” Tom hissed.
“You have no idea. He’s a sniveling little prat. If I didn’t need this job so I’m close to Buffy, I might actually do something about him.” Giles said with a steely glint in his eye. “It’s bad enough that he picks on her enough to interfere with her slaying duties, he’s also my boss and unless I bow to his every whim, I may find myself out of a job.”
“I could always put a Stinging Jinx on him,” Tom snarled, stalking down the mostly empty hallway, “Might actually teach the little rodent a lesson.”
Giles chuckled, “Yes, that would be quite funny. If I ever need your assistance, I will certainly let you know.”
Tom quirked a smile at that, and followed Giles into the library. “You have a bit of an evil streak yourself, don’t you?”
Giles grinned, heading towards his office. “Tell no one.”
Tom waited in the circular room as he heard Giles rummaging around in his office. There were a stack of books on the table where he had first met Buffy’s friends. He curiously flipped through a few, reading what could only be spells written in what looked to be Latin.
Giles reentered the room and cleared his throat. “I was wondering if I might test your physical abilities. If you are in fact related to the Master, you may also have some of his enhanced strengths.”
Tom raised an eyebrow at the sword Giles was holding. Before he even realized what was happening Giles tossed it to him. He caught it and gasped at his own ability, staring blankly at the metal blade.
Giles smiled and once again caught Tom off guard by charging. Tom blocked Giles first strike easily and ducked away from the second. The next two strikes were avoided, and Tom began to smile at how naturally he wielded the weapon.
Giles smirked at the boy using some of his fancier moves, only to watch Tom duck gracefully and block as if he had been doing it for years. It was like watching a Slayer move for the first time.
Buffy walked into the library only to stop dead in her tracks. Tom was moving like a panther, easily blocking Giles attacks. He was like a Greek God, so confident and graceful. She had to take a second to remember to breath.
Xander who had come in with Buffy watched in awe. “I didn’t know he could do that.”
“I didn’t either,” Buffy said breathlessly. Just watching Tom move in that way had her aching to spar with him.
Tom spun quickly only to stop short. Buffy was standing there eyes wide, devouring his every move. She was dressed in a beautiful lavender skirt with a white and lavender top that was incredibly low cut.
Tom found himself wanting to march over there and tear the fabric away so he could ravage her breast. His eyes widened at his own deplorable thoughts and he found himself blushing. His dreams the night before had been plagued with these same kind of erotic scenarios, things he never imagined ever doing haunted him even now. He had awoken this morning drenched in sweat with his boxers soaked with his own spending.
Never had he reacted to anyone like this. Sure he had the occasional fantasy and morning erection, as many of the boys in his house did. He was, after all a man. But that had seemed tame in comparison. What he felt last night in his dreams had been anything but. He had to keep himself from losing control, although that was becoming increasingly difficult.
Even now he wanted to pin her down and run his tongue over every inch of her body. He wanted to know what she tasted like when she came and to hear his own name on her lips as he brought her over the edge. He wanted to mark her with his seed, he even wanted to know the taste of her blood, and the thought alone frightened him into some semblance of sobriety.
Tom’s wandering mind gave Giles the advantage he needed. He quickly found himself on his back with the wind knocked out of him.
Giles held out a hand to help Tom up, “Are you all right? I’m very sorry. I got a bit carried away.”
“It’s quite all right,” Tom said brushing himself off, as Buffy and Xander ran over to check on him.
“That was pretty cool,” Xander said smiling at Tom. “Where’d you learn how to do that?”
Buffy’s eyes widened and she shook her head behind Xander’s back pleadingly for Tom to keep quiet about the Master.
“I-I don’t know?” He looked at Giles out of the corner of his eye. Who was blowing out a breath of relief that Tom had caught on so fast. “Just instinct, I guess.”
“Hey, I thought only the Slayers got the kick ass perks. I guess you wizards get them too, huh?” Xander asked pouting a little.
Buffy smiled brightly cutting into the conversation, “Something like that.”
Giles cleared his throat before saying, “We have already gotten Tom’s schedule. Buffy would you mind showing him around the school?”
“Sure thing, Giles,” Buffy said linking arms with Tom.
As they made their way to the door Xander began to follow, but was halted by Giles voice.
“Xander, would you mind helping me with some research before class? I’m still not sure if this body snatcher, is a Voodoo priest or not and would like to cover all bases before are excursion tonight.”
Xander halted his step just as Willow was entering the library and slumped his shoulders sighing. “Yeah, okay.” he mumbled turning around and heading for the research table.
“We researching something,” Willow asked, throwing a quick wave at Buffy and Tom as they exited the library.

“What was that all about?” Tom asked wrapping his arm around Buffy’s waist. He didn’t give a damn what the bloody principal thought. Buffy was his and the world would know it.
Buffy sighed sadly, “My first week of school last year, one of Willow’s and Xander’s best friends was turned. Xand had to kill him and he has had a really strong prejudice ever since.”
“I see,” Tom said as his arm tightened around Buffy’s waist.
“It also doesn’t help that Jesse was turned by one of the Master's minions.” Buffy looked down cringing at the memory of trying to rescue him, only to realize he was her enemy. After that night Xander would sometimes get this haunted look on his face.
“He will find out eventually.” Tom said, “Won't it be worse if he finds out we knew and didn’t tell him?”
Buffy shrugged, “I think once he accepts you as one of us, it won’t matter as much.”
Tom looked at Buffy with disbelief and said, “I suppose you know him better than I do, but if it was me, I think I would still be quite angry.”
Buffy looked down, “Yeah, you’re probably right. I guess we’ll have to cross that bridge when we get to it.”
She sighed, lifting her head to meet his eyes. “I just don’t want to have to deal with a temper tantrum right now. You two are getting along, and it’s really nice considering how Xander was with Angel. It’s going to be hard enough explaining this whole mating and prophecy thing to him.”
“And Willow?” Tom asked, kissing her on the cheek.
Buffy snorted, “She’ll probably think its romantic, though the Master thing might wig her.”
They continued like that talking quietly, getting to know each other on more than just the physical level. Buffy pointing out his classes as they walked. She was happy to see that a good portion of his classes were with herself, Xander, and Willow. She had this ever present desire to protect Tom from some of the wolves of this school.
Buffy was finding she really liked Tom, as in really. He was funny and charming and his eyes would get this sparkle in them when he spoke of something that interested him. That same sparkle was in them right now and Buffy was mesmerized by it.
“So after Giles went to bed, I figured out how to switch the record player over to the radio.” Tom said excitedly.
Buffy smiled, recalling their first meeting in the chamber. He had been so lost, the kind of lost that only someone would feel at a crossroads. She hardly recognized him now, the haunted look that could only come from years of abuse or neglect had all but disappeared. He was so animated and talkative. It was refreshing to see him like this, and in that moment she realized something. Tom wasn’t lost anymore. She had brought him the one thing he didn’t have but must have secretly wished for. A home.
“I can’t believe how many amazing songs there are. It’s absolutely astonishing, and the variety of sounds, some of which I had absolutely no idea what instrument it was.” Tom paused frowning at the tears in Buffy’s eyes. “Is something wrong?”
Buffy shook her head swallowing the lump in her throat and smiling brightly, “You seem so happy.”
Tom blinked shaking his head, “And that makes you unhappy?”
“No silly, I just have never seen you like this and I guess… I’m just really happy to see you so happy.” Buffy said blushing at her own rambling.
Tom would never claim to understand women, but the sentiment behind her words had him grinning like a fool. He pulled her against him and kissed her softly. “You’re beautiful.”
“Nuh-uh,” Buffy said shaking her head.
“Yes, you are.” He said leaving no room for argument.
“Now, as I was saying there was a song I heard on the radio last night. It was rather dark, but very poetic. I think the name of it was 'Hurt', but I can’t be sure. Do you know it?”
Buffy bit her lip trying to remember why that name sounded so familiar when an annoyingly familiar voice broke into her musing.
“Look,” Harmony Kendall pointed, “Another addition to the 'Loser Brigade'.”
Harmony then looked at Tom, smiling flirtatiously, “You know, honey. You don’t need to do charity to be a Good Samaritan.”
Tom sneered at the annoyingly screechy girl, watching as her friends giggled around her. “That must make you a sewer rat, my dear.”
Harmony paled, especially when her friends burst out laughing behind her. “Whatever, losers.” she mumbled and walked off in a huff.
Buffy only made it about three feet before she erupted into a fit of giggles, “Oh, wait until Xander and Willow hear about this.”

The rest of the day passed by rather quickly, his classes were interesting and he even liked a few of his teachers. Miss Calendar the computer teacher was wonderful, taking extra time to help him understand the machine. She was also, come to find out, Mr. Giles love interest. Tom had heard the tail end of the old man’s bumbling attempt at trying to ask her out. She had instead taken pity on him and invited him to the football game on Wednesday night.
Lunch had been mostly uneventful. He spent most of the time in the cafeteria, talking and joking with Buffy and her friends. Xander and Willow had been treating him like their own personal hero after hearing about what he said to Harmony.
Apparently word had gotten out about a new student. Tom couldn’t help noticing all the curious glances that were thrown his way and a few of the students where outright staring at him. It made him feel a bit uncomfortable though no one approached him.
After lunch Tom did have a rather unbelievable experience in the restroom. A short boy with green hair had over heard him singing.
“Nine Inch Nails is incredible.” The boy said stepping up to the sink Tom was next to.
“I’m sorry?” Tom said, not understanding the reference.
“The song you were singing, Nine Inch Nails, the band.” The boy said, smiling slightly.
“Oh, yes of course.” Tom smiled, finally having solved the mystery of the song that he had been humming and singing most of the day. He hadn’t brought up the song again after his and Buffy’s rude interruption, but the song was never far from his mind, always popping into his head at the strangest of times. He desperately wanted to hear it again.
Oz smiled, this must be the new kid everyone is talking about.
“Name's Oz,” he said holding out his hand in greeting after he had dried it.
“Tom Riddle,” Tom said accepting the proffered hand.
Oz studied Tom for a minute before asking, “Have you ever sung in a band before?”
That certainly hadn’t been a question he expected to… well… ever be asked. His shock must have been evident because Oz smirked.
“My lead singer Devon has decided to join a different band. We’re kinda hard up for new vocals.” Oz shrugged, “It’s not every day that you hear a voice like yours. It’s haunting and… well beautiful.”
Tom couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Good lord, he had never even thought about what he sounded like when he sang. Though to be fair, he hadn’t really been exposed too much music in his life and certainly not like anything they had now. He didn’t remember ever singing before today.
The thought alone of actually getting to be a part of this wonderful art form- he was discovering- was too tempting for words. The only problem was that he wasn’t sure he could do it. He had so many things on his plate right now. Giles had just asked him today if he could start training with Buffy. Not to mention all his school work.
“I-I’m not sure. I would have to speak to my Uncle about it.” Tom answered.
Oz smiled in understanding pulling his notebook and a pen out of his bag. “Here’s my number, if he says it’s cool. Give me a call.”
“T-thank you,” Tom stuttered.
As Oz put his notepad away he reached deep into his backpack grinning when he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a small square box, tossing the item to Tom. “Here, you can have that. I just bought the CD.”
Oz walked out as Tom studied the light plastic box. The front of it was blue and pink with an odd design and when Tom read the name at the top his eyes widened.
“Un-bloody-believable,” He whispered. Tom had to read the name out loud just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, “Nine Inch Nails, Pretty Hate Machine.”

Tom had spent the rest of his classes, eagerly awaiting the end of school. He hadn’t seen Buffy since lunch and he desperately wanted to tell her about what had happened to him. He also wouldn’t mind her explaining the strange device inside the box Oz had given him.
He knew it must have recorded music on it, but the technology was a bit beyond him. It had two wheels in the middle and there was a spool of tape inside. Unfortunately, he hadn’t seen any electronics at Giles that looked as if it could play something like this.
As he waited in the library for Buffy to arrive, he could here Giles having a heated discussion on the phone in his office. The person on the other line was Principal Snyder and apparently he wanted to have a meeting with Giles about parent teacher night next week. He heard Giles slam the phone down and then he stormed out of his office.
“I have to go to a school meeting,” Giles said clearly irritated. “When Buffy arrives, you two can begin training without me. I was planning on seeing how you do with hand-to-hand combat and martial arts. Tell Buffy to start you there.”
Tom nodded his head watching as Giles left the library. A few seconds passed before the old man stuck his back in through the double doors, “Oh, I almost forgot. I went home at lunch and retrieved your sweat pants and a shirt. You will probably be more comfortable training in those. They’re in a plastic bag in my office.”
“Thank you, Giles,” Tom said heading for the office to change.

Buffy stepped into the library noticing how Giles had already set up the mats for her and Tom’s sparring session. She smiled to herself as her excitement grew. She couldn’t wait to see what he could do. She had already changed into a pair of workout pants and a white camisole.
Buffy frowned at how quite the library was, “Hello?”
A muffled, “Be right out,” was heard behind Giles office door.
Buffy smiled and walked over to the office door, leaning against the wall next to it. “How was your first day?”
“Good, I met a boy who was quite interesting.” Tom responded threw the door. “His name is Oz, do you know him?”
Buffy snorted at the name, it was almost as bad as her own. “No, but I sure hope that’s not his real name.”
Tom stepped out of the office smirking at her, “Now why on earth would you say something like that?”
Buffy laughed, “Because if his parents were really that cruel he’s going to need more therapy than I will.”
At Tom’s raised eyebrows she continued, “It’s in a very old movie, about a girl who gets sent to a magical land called Oz.”
“Ah,” he said in understanding. “Well I’m not sure if that’s his real name or not, it’s how he introduced himself to me. He said he is in a band,” Tom smiled slyly before casually throwing out, “and he asked me to be the singer.”
Buffy’s eyes widened and then she squealed happily, “Oh my god… Tom that’s great.”
He cringed at high pitched noise, wondering if his ears were now bleeding.
Something must have occurred to Buffy because her eyes suddenly narrowed suspiciously, “Wait a minute… How did he even know you could sing?”
Tom smiled at her protectiveness, “I was singing in the bathroom.”
Her expression softened, and a slow sweet smile spread across her face, “You’re adorable.”
His eyes widened and he grimaced, “I would prefer a term a bit more masculine, if you don’t mind.”
Her smile turned evil as she said, “I like adorable.”
Tom rolled his eyes at her and continued sighing sadly, “Oz says to call him if Giles says it’s alright, but I’m not sure if I can fit that in with everything else I have to do.”
Buffy studied him noticing how sad he seemed. “This is something you really want to do?”
He looked away nodding, “Very much.”
“Then I think you should do it,” Buffy said.
At his surprised look she continued, “I once told Willow that’s life short and to seize the day. We aren’t like demons, we’re only granted a short amount of time on this earth. It’s what we do in that time that’s important.”
Buffy smiled slightly, “If this is something that is going to make you happy, don’t let anyone stop you. I’ll help you in any way I can and I’m sure Willow and Xander will do the same.”
Tom looked at Buffy, eyes filling with awe, “You are amazing Buffy Summers.”
She blushed, “So is there anything else I should know about?”
Tom shrugged, handing her the device Oz had given him. “He gave me this as well. I know it’s an album of the band I was singing, but I have absolutely no clue what machine is used to play it.”
Buffy took the tape from Tom’s hand, her eyes bulging at the name. She knew this band. She had a very specific song of theirs that she had recorded off the radio one very late night. So late in fact, that Radio Sunnydale hadn’t even bothered to bleep out the words.
Buffy’s cheeks flamed as the lyrics brought back the reminder of her dreams the night before. Her dreams had been so far beyond her normal girly fantasies that they had been in the next galaxy. She honestly didn’t think she was capable of having such erotic fantasies. They were nothing short of pornographic.
Buffy didn’t think she could handle hearing that particular song around Tom right now. It had been hard enough not to just jump him when they were in the same room together. She had a feeling if she heard that particular song she might just make the lyrics a reality, especially since she was already very worked up by the idea of sparring with Tom.
Buffy flipped over the tape quickly reading the titles on the back. She recognized the first song and sighed in relief when the song 'Closer' wasn’t listed as a title on this particular album. Buffy could finally meet Tom’s eyes.
He was looking at her strangely. Thinking he was wondering what was taking her so long to answer him. She quickly blurted, “I know them, the first song on the album is really good, but I don’t recognize any of the other’s, and the music format is cassette tape.” He was still looking at her strangely, but he made no mention of the reason why.
Tom wasn’t sure what exactly was happening himself. He had caught the scent of a mouth watering smell. It was like vanilla and peaches, but with an undercurrent of femininity and sexuality. It was in that moment that he realized the scent was coming from Buffy. He quickly adjusted himself, hoping that Buffy hadn’t noticed the affect she was having on him.
“I actually have my boom box here,” She said, heading back towards the office. “It can play it. If you want, we can spar to it? Distraction during battle teaches you how to stay focused.”
“Oh, I almost forgot,” Tom said, remembering Giles earlier statement. “Giles said he wanted us to work on hand-to-hand and martial arts.”
Buffy found her stereo behind Giles desk. “Where is he anyway?” Buffy said bringing it out into the main room.
Tom grimaced and simply said, “Snyder.”
Buffy nodded in understanding and bent down to plug in the stereo. Tom watched her intently as she slid the cassette into a compartment she had opened. She hit rewind to make sure it was at the beginning then pressed play and cranked the volume.
Buffy smiled bouncing on her heels. “Ready?” she asked, stepping onto the workout mat.
Tom nodded hesitantly, already knowing that Buffy was quite capable of handling herself. Tom had asked Giles what exactly a Slayer was a few days ago. At the time he had been quite shocked by her physical strength and natural fighting abilities. She was such a small girl after all, but now he was just plain nervous. He had a very strong feeling that he was going to have his arse thoroughly handed to him.
Buffy started slowly circling Tom, noticing how he followed her every move. He never let her get behind him which was one of the first rules of fighting. His feet had instinctually switched into a defensive pose and his body was completely poised for battle.
Buffy struck quickly with three punches, and was pleased to see Tom easily duck and block them. She went for a roundhouse kick next only to yelp in surprise when Tom quickly ducked and swept her foot out from under her. As she went down she caught a glimpse of the shit-eating grin he was sporting.
Buffy’s eyes narrowed at his proud smile and before Tom even realized what was happening, Buffy had flipped onto her feet and attacked with a flurry of kicks and punches, the likes of which he had never seen. Tom did the best he could to ward off the attacks.
He was holding his own quite well until he made the colossal mistake of actually trying to throw a punch back. She had seen the punch coming and quickly ducked, sweeping Tom's feet out from under him. He went down with a loud thud, groaning in surprise.
They continued like that for a long while, not even aware that they had begun to fight as if they were dancing to the background music. Before long Tom was contorting his body in ways he never even dreamed of.
He actually was shocked when he ran up a wall and backed flipped over Buffy’s head. He was so stunned that he wasn’t prepared for the solid punch that just missed him. He tripped as he stumbled back away from her fist and grabbed onto her wrist trying to keep his balance. It was too late and he fell hard bringing her on top of him.
A new song had started, a very slow song, and Tom couldn’t help thinking the lyrics were rather appropriate for the situation. He was finding that Buffy could make everything, including his morals, completely go away.
He flipped her onto her back and ravaged her lips. He kissed her with everything he had. Pouring every bit of lust and frustration he had into the kiss. She responded by moaning and arching up into his ever present hard-on and he about lost any semblance of control he had.
“God, I need to touch you,” Tom said, running his long fingers over her supple breasts before he yanked the strap of Buffy’s camisole down her shoulder. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of such a perfect work of art and he almost made a complete fool of himself by making a mess in his pants.
Buffy moaned at the look he was giving her, and she unknowingly began to writhe underneath him. Her back arching as she presented the fleshy glob as a buffet for his hungry eyes. He took her invitation by latching onto her dusty pink nipple. He sucked and nibbled making her pant and whisper his name like a prayer.
Tom slid the strap down on the other side of her camisole giving the same attention to the other breast. His hand slowly making its way to the spot he’d been dying to touch since their first kiss. He cupped her mound, rubbing his fingers over a spot that made Buffy jerk and gasp. Tom groaned as he watched when he rubbed the same spot again and she began to tremble.
He was just about to shove his hand into her pants when two voices caught his attention. He recognized them immediately. One was Giles and the other was none other than Principal Snyder. He quickly hauled Buffy to her feet, hitting the button labeled power on Buffy’s radio. They ran and hid in the back of the stacks, listening as the two entered the library.
“This is preposterous. I will not allow you to bully this student any longer. She has done nothing wrong at all, and you know it.” Giles said angrily.
“She exists, that is reason enough. Anyone capable of burning down her high school gym is nothing more than a delinquent. She shouldn’t be allowed in school. She should be put in jail,” Snyder snarled.
Giles glared at Snyder, “I will go to the city council about this.”
Snyder smirked, turning around and walking to the door, “Be my guest.”
Giles waited until he was sure Snyder was a good distance away before he said, “You two can come out now.”
As Buffy and Tom stepped out from behind the stacks Giles looked at Buffy intently, “I’m going to need your mother’s phone number. I need to warn her about what 'mein fuhrer' is trying to do.”
I also suggest you find the courage to tell her what you are.” Buffy’s mouth opened to protest before Giles held up his hand to silence her. “It will be easier and safer for her to know the truth. You put her in danger every day that she doesn’t know and now this thing with you and Tom…,” Giles shook his head, “There will be a point very soon where lying won’t be an option any longer. It will be better if she knows everything.”
Buffy looked down nodding her head, “You're right, Giles, I… just give me some time and I’ll tell her.”

The rest of the day passed quickly. Buffy had rushed out her bedroom window after her mother had come in to tell her that the school librarian had called her. Her mom had told her how proud she was of her for helping out Giles' nephew the way she has been. She had also told Buffy how sorry she was to hear how the new principal was picking on her because of Buffy’s questionable past.
Buffy had shrugged it off as no big deal, when in reality she was so grateful that Giles had done that. She would hate to think of what Snyder would say to her mother if he had a chance. She was pretty sure the words grounded for life would be thrown in there somewhere.
She ran to the cemetery they were all meeting at as fast as she could. She was already ten minutes late.

There stakeout had turned out to be a bust and they decided to make their way back to the school library. Buffy and Tom were the first through the doors noticing a shaken Cordelia and Angel who seemed to be doing his best to calm Cordy down.
“What happened?” Buffy asked.
“It was horrible,” Cordelia moaned, “Angel saved me from an arm. God, there were so many parts, they were everywhere. Why are these terrible things always happening to me?”
“Karma,” Xander coughed into his hand.
“We found a dumpster full of female body parts,” Angel clarified. Trying not to look at how closely Tom and Buffy where standing.
“Well, there goes our zombie theory,” Willow sighed
Giles nodded and began to polish his glasses, “There goes all are theories, actually.”
“I don’t understand,” Tom said shaking his head. “Why would anyone dig up three girls graves, only to chop them up and throw them away?”
“Tom’s right, it doesn’t make any sense,” Buffy said, and then quipped, “Especially from a time management standpoint.”
“What I saw didn’t add up to three whole girls. I think they kept some parts.” Angel said grimacing.
“Could this get any yuckier?” Buffy asked clearly disgusted.
Willow shrugged stating her most logical answer. “They probably kept the parts to eat.”
“Question answered,” Buffy mumbled, making Tom smirk.
“But why on earth would someone dispose of the remains five miles from the cemetery at a school, of all places.” Giles said, incredibly confused by the turn of events.
“Perhaps he had classes,” Tom said casually.
“I don’t know,” Angel said. “This was no hatchet job. Whoever made those incisions really knew what they were doing.”
Giles looked around disbelieving, “Yes, really... What student here is going to be that well-versed in physiology?”
Willow shrugged, “I can think of five or six guys in the science club, and me.”
“So, Will, come clean and promise to never do it again. So we can all call it a night,” Xander chided jokingly. At the blank stares he added smiling, “He joked.”
Buffy rolled her eyes, turning her attention on Willow, “Why don’t you get these guys locker numbers, so we can do some checking.”
Willow nodded heading to do just that. As Cordelia whined, “No, I have to go home now. I need to take a bath and burn my clothes.”
Xander said sarcastically disappointed, “Aw, you have to go. Too bad, keep in touch.” Then he waved, “Buh-bye now.”
Cordelia pouted and snuggled into Angel’s side, “I don’t wanna go alone. I’m still fragile.” She batted her eyelashes at the vampire, “Can you take me?”
Angel looked at her in shock before glancing at Buffy and Tom who were paying him no mind at all.
He looked back at the brunette bombshell, looking at him like her hero and made his decision, “Sure.”
Cordelia smiled brightly before tugging him toward the exit, “Great, let’s go.”

By the end of the evening they had found their suspects and now they just need to wait to confront them.
Tom had told Giles about what had happened with Oz and Giles had agreed to let him join the band on the promise he wouldn’t fall behind in his studies. Giles had also informed him that some of the greatest singers were also songwriters.
Tom had sighed sadly, “I wouldn’t even know how to go about doing something like that.”
Giles shrugged, “It’s much like writing poetry, I imagine. I’ve always thought song writers were modern day poets.”
Tom smiled in realization. He could write poetry. He had done it as a small boy at the orphanage, and had actually been quite good even at that young of an age. He decided to start immediately after he finished his homework.
- 6
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Finding Love