Fic: GhostSlayer (2/?)

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GhostSlayer, Part 2.
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Anya slammed her hand down on the bright red button. Upstairs, 
Willow's PC beeped and a message popped up saying, 'You've got 
ghosts!'
"We've got one!" Anya screamed, for good measure. 
Buffy slid down her pole first with Willow only a second behind 
her. Xander started to slide down his pole, but slipped and landed on 
his butt.
"Hey!" he cried. "Not funny! Who greased my pole?"
Buffy gave Willow a high-five as she walked past. "That's for the 
webcam hookup in my bedroom," she smirked.
The scoobs packed into Giles' car and Xander floored it. With a 
squeal of tyres the Citroen edged out of the strip joint at a sedate 
twenty-five miles per hour.

*

Spike opened the door to his crypt. His hair seemed different, 
somehow. More like David Bowie. He rubbed his crotch suggestively.
"Are you the Keymaster?" he asked in a husky voice.
Dawn blinked, then shrugged out of her halter top. "Close enough," 
she said. "Close enough."

*

"You look worried." Buffy noticed as she considered Willow's 
concerned expression. Willow's eyebrows threatened to break free from 
the top of her head as her mouth formed a perfect 'O'. She shook her 
head in denial.
"Oh n..n..no," Willow stammered. "We just wearing unlicensed, 
untested nuclear accelerators on our backs. We've no reason at all to 
be worried. No reason at all!"
Buffy turned to Xander. "Fire me up?" she asked. Xander did the 
honours then backed away... Only to leap forward again.
"Proton accelerator!" he cried. "Proton accelerator in new places!"
"Sorry!" Willow gulped. "Just be glad mine's turned off." She threw 
him a quirky smile.
The customers of the Espresso Pump regarded the newcomers for a 
moment then fled the premises. Screaming.
"I told you we should have left the gear in the car while we picked 
up Mochas," Buffy sulked.
"In this neighbourhood?" Willow asked, incredulously.

*

"So what is it?" Buffy asked.
"Its a river of snot," Xander replied, eyeing up the green viscous 
liquid. "Willow! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Taking samples. This stuff is really weird!"
"No shit," Buffy commented.

*

Willow loosed herself into the apartment she shared with Tara.
"You there?" she called out. A pair of red eyes peered out at her 
from the darkness, and she became aware of a feral growling.
"Goddammit!" Willow swore. "Why do all the people I go out with turn 
into dogs?"
In the darkness, the hellhound whined.
"That's it!" Willow grabbed Tara by the scruff of her neckfur and 
dragged her into the bathroom. "You get to sleep in here tonight, 
missy!" She closed the door behind her. "And no drinking from the 
toilet bowl!" she screamed. "I have to kiss that mouth, remember!"

*

"You did what?" Buffy giggled and nearly choked on her toast.
"I shut her up in the bathroom," Willow admitted. "She'd have just 
got hair all over the duvet else."
"Good call," Buffy agreed cheerfully.
"But it was lucky, because otherwise I'd never have found out about 
this... Watch!"
Willow ladled some green goop into the toaster and tuned the radio 
to a Jackie Wilson number. The toaster started to dance around the 
table impressively.
"I'm impressed," Buffy admitted. "So what does all this tell us?"
Willow bit her lip. "I think the most important lesson is," she 
said carefully, "when you need to drown out a whining hellhound, 
don't mix Iron Maiden with an unknown lubricant on Mr. Bendy."
Buffy winced and nodded in agreement.

*

End Part 2.