A quiet patrol

“I suppose I better go on patrol then,” said Buffy. “If a big baddie like Count Dracula is here, then there is no telling what sort of surprises he brought with him.”

Giles replied. “That’s a good idea. Make sure to check out anything unusual.”

Buffy gave him a questioning look. Giles cocked his head. “Well more unusual than…usual, I suppose.”

Viggo stepped up. “If I may I would like to accompany the Slayer. It would be a great honor to see the chosen one in action.”

“Wow,” Willow said, “A hunter and a slayer. What could possibly stop the both of you?”

Xander was walking over to Giles’ house with an unusual spring in his step. Last night he had gone to the Bronze looking for Willow and Buffy. He was asking around if anyone had seen them when he ran into a trio of the most beautiful women of his life. He had been charming, smooth, debonair, and had managed to get their phone numbers. They seemed very interested to know if he had any petite blonde female friends. When he said ‘yes’ they practically fell all over him. The idea that they might be bi-sexual came into his mind. “Wouldn’t it be funny if Willow and I dated the same girl?” He thought as he walked along. “What kind of weird love triangle would that be? I love Willow, she loves Willow. I love her, Willow loves her. Willow love me, she love me. Oh man, my head’s hurting. Just forget about it.”

He was walking up to the front door when Willow and Buffy walked out. “Hello ladies,” he said, “I was wondering…” He stopped short as Viggo strode out of the house. “Hello? Who is this?”

“Xander this is Viggo. Viggo this is Xander.” Buffy said. Viggo extended his hand. “Any friend of the Slayer is a friend of mine.”

Xander shook hands. “Nice to meet you Viggo. Glad to see that the cavalcade of odd names continues unabated here in Sunnydale. So you know about the whole ‘Slayer’ thing?”

Willow explained who Viggo was.

“Really? I guess you are kind of the guy version of Buffy then?” Xander asked Viggo.

Buffy rolled her eyes and Viggo replied. “Not quite, but a fair approximation.”

“So where are you from? I can’t place your accent.”

“I grew up traveling around eastern Europe, but I learned most of my English in Great Britain.”

“We were just about to go on patrol Xander. Care to join us?” Buffy asked.

“Sure thing!” said Xander cheerfully.

Hours later….

“I can’t believe it!” Said an exasperated Buffy as she walked into her house.

“Is this an unusual occurrence?” asked Viggo.

“We are sitting on top of a Hellmouth.” Replied Xander as he and Willow walked in.

Willow said, “It’s been a long time since we went a whole week without having to burn, impale, or club something.”

“…not even a puffer demon,” said Buffy, flopping down onto the couch.

“Cheer up Buffster!” Said Xander. “You get some time off for once. Let’s enjoy it.”

Viggo said, “It is possible most of the local undead have been affected by the presence of Dracula. He’s quite famous, they might be trying to get an autograph or something.”

“Spike might know what’s going on. Maybe I should give him a call.” Buffy said.