3. Chapter 3 (1/2)

willow stood up quickly. "what happened? did you kill spike? is anyone hurt? your mom's okay, right?" she asked, only then pausing to

eathe. "who's that?" she asked, gesturing to the blonde behind buffy.

fred noticed a

unette girl, who had not come to greet them. it was a moment before he realized the girl's question was addressed more to him than to daphne, whom the redhead called 'buffy'. "i'm fred. we got a call from someone telling us to come down here, her name was... cordelia chase?"

cordelia looked up at the sound of her name, finally taking the time to properly look at the high-heel clad buffy, who looked like she had been dressed by elle woods ( all she needed was a chihuahua. seriously.) and a buff blond. "i'm cordelia. who are you?" she asked warily. "i'm daphne, this is fred. we're mystery inc." the stepford buffy replied. "you called us remember?"

willow furrowed her

ow. "daphne? you look just like buffy..." she said quietly. suddenly, the silence in the hallway was

oken as a loud bark echoed through it. 'what on earth...?' she thought, glancing out the door. fred stopped her, and stuck his head out.

"scooby!" he cried, watching the big dog scramble down the hall mere feet away. shaggy was hot on his trail, and as they reached the closet, the people causing the chase caught his attention, in the fact that they weren't people at all. "vampires!" shaggy choked out.

again, daphne managed to remain surprisingly calm. "do either of you have any of those stick thingies?" she asked quickly, turning to cordelia. both girls shook their heads. "damn," she muttered. "only one thing left to do then," cordelia said. daphne gave her a confused look, but shaggy nodded vigorously.

"like, run!" he cried. but, at this time, the vampires were almost upon them.

daphne kicked off her heels. as she was bending to pick them up, a shadow came over her. she glanced up, her eyes widening as the vampire practically began to drool. she stood, the straps of her heels still looped around her thumb. without hesitation, she plunged the heel of her very expensive shoe into the demon's heart, turning it to dust. she scowled. "i will never be able to wear these shoes again." she declared, flinging the right one toward one of the two remaining vampires. just as the stupidity of the act caught up with her, the intended target fell to the ground on the opposite end of the hall.

-{what are you talking about! this is totally a line!-

"are you all right?" angeles asked, catching velma by the arm. she shrugged it off, and backed away. angeles raised his eye

ows. "i'll take that as a yes, then," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "yes, i'm unhurt. who are you? why did you let him go?" she asked, turning to face the not-daphne. she was vaguely surprised when angeles replied, "i'm angel, that's buffy, that's xander." he said, making sure to keep minimum safe distance. "i thought you were angeles." velma shot, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. 'angel' tossed his head back in exasperation. "you'd think that bleached-blond jerk would get it right after more than 80 years!" he snarled at the ceiling."um, hello, kind of a situation here, angel." buffy exclaimed. "you know, the slayer of slayers at my high school? hellmouth to keep safe? soulless evil to fight?" she tried. then she stopped. she glanced at velma, expecting to be bombarded with questions. "sunnydale is a hellmouth?" she asked wonderously. "jinkies, no wonder there are all these vampires..." she murmured. "does that mean everything i read about was true?" velma wondered aloud.

"yeah, basically." xander said.

"read about?" buffy asked, sounding confused.