Annabelle raises her right hand, while holding the icepack to her head with her left hand.

"Mr. Giles had me bring a few rare books that he got from the Watcher's Council library before it was destroyed.  They have a lot of information on the First Evil.  We can't just leave them lying about for anyone to have."

Annabelle starts looking around for her things and the rare books she brought.

"Did you say Giles?  Don't tell me your Watcher was bloody Ripper!  One of my uncles used to know him in the 60's.  Oh the stories he'd tell...But anyway, let's do have a look at the books around here.  I can't abide leaving good grimoires where any hedge witch can go cursing others with them."

Merry walked off to join Mike in searching for anything occultishly significant, though she started with the books in the sunlight to give him a break.

Daniel instead would head for the door.  Not taking an active part in the search for books and pulling guard while his chips got his attention.  "Unless you guys want to go 'round carrying a library I'll go pick up my car when ready."  As fun as combing round for books on the first evil, not the most ominous sounding title, the fact that vamps had free access to run right round did signal at least some need for security.

Seeing everyone had fallen into and started their tasks, Graham nods to himself while moving back around the first floor packing up more medical and food supplies.  He rolls his eyes at the DnD books sitting on the dining table as he moves into the kitchen.

About a half an hour later, everyone had gathered up all they could find including the rare books Annabelle had brought regarding the First Evil.

Every occult book and first aid item down the last asprin bottle was packed including all the remaining food.  There is a shortage of weapons lying around, apparently Buffy and her team took them all.  The only weapons present are the ones each person brought with them.

Daniel continues to maintain guard, no vampires or any other intruder have shown up.

"If that's everything, we shoould probably head for that house. We'll know if the plan works by whether I can enter or not. And if Graham can then invite me in."

It's that simple.
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Annabelle slips on her jacket, then throws her bookbag over her shoulder, now containing the rare books she originally brought to Sunnydale.

She glances around at everyone else who seem to be armed one way or another.  "I don't suppose anyone has a spare wooden stake or other weapon they can loan me?  I seem to be the only unarmed person here."

"Here."  Daniel tosses the stake he was holding towards the slayer formerly in training.  He had confidence in his hands and feet.  Which admittedly wouldn't finish off a vampire as far as he knew.  "Alright, I'm going to go pull up in my car.  It's not exactly easy to sneak up on me, so I should be able to there and back without any issue."

While Daniel gets his car, Graham takes up a position by the door to take over the lookout position.  "Hopefully it doesn't take him long to get his car."

A while later, Daniel walks up to where he left his car and sees it just where he left it, with no signs of vandalism.

Mike isn't going to head towards the car till he must. Instead, he'll pack as many books as he can.

Daniel hits his steering wheel in frustration as putting the key in the ignition was met with the vehicle not responding in the slightest.  It was old and reliable, but that didn't change the fact that old still meant old so Daniel didn't think twice on why it wasn't responding.  "Geez, what a time for this thing to die."  Sighing he'd move to the rear of the vehicle to open the trunk, checking around for a weapon to carry around.

"Welp time for plan B, never stole a car in a town without cops before."  Daniel wasn't going to do anything as idiotic as run all over town looking for a new lift.  But he was fully capable of at least scouting the immediate area for something that ran on four wheels, even a school bus would do before having to report back with the sour news.

After finding a weapon in his trunk, it doesn't take Daniel to long to find that very school bus parked near the front entrance of the high school.

As he moves closer to it, his attention is diverted by a teenage girl who runs from the front entrance towards him.  "Oh thank God!!  We've got to get out of here!!  Do you have a car!!"she screams.   She's sweating quite a bit, her clothes are torn, and she looks very scared, but no major injuries that Daniel can see.

There was certainly more life in Sunnydale than what first appeared.  She looked like hell though that was to be expected.  "My car's dead.  But if you're willing to give it a few, I'll have a ride up and running."  Daniel pointed at the bus, the girl was scared and he was perfectly willing to help out.  However, that didn't change him having people waiting on him.

Summers House:

Annabelle sits on the couch, awaiting Daniel's return as she keeps a tight grip on the stake he gave her.

"Actually Merry, Mr. Giles wasn't my watcher.  My watcher was killed by the bringers.  Mr. Giles managed to find me before the bringers got to me and I came here to Sunnydale with him."

Merry joined Annabelle, sprawling languidly on a chair next to the couch.  She glanced at Annabelle as she sat, clenching her stake and shook her head.  "Just one more reason that I say evil never pays in the long run.  It's not a bloody end.  Wickedness, immorality, perhaps a tinge of diabolism (so long as no one's blaming my family for it)--those are profitable motives.  But evil for its own sake is so wasteful!  And do stop gripping that stake so tight dear; you'll only hurt your hand, and with out luck today, drive a splinter through it.  The key to self-defense is relaxation and preparation."  Merry reached forward, not taking the stake from Annabelle, but at least trying to loosen her grip a bit.

"Now, not that it's not a delight to see you alive and well, but how did you ever end up back here when it seems that the Slayer and her hapless friends seem to have met a bad end in the Hellmouth proper?"

From his position by the door where he keeps lookout on the street, Graham calls back, "How do you know what happened to Buffy and her group? Do you know something about their plan?"

"Well, the Slayer's obviously met her maker, what with our visitors here earl--Buffy?!  Really?--no matter.  The Slayer's clearly passed on, and we encountered at least one corpse near the Hellmouth.  And at a guess, I doubt it was tourist season.  Haven't the slightest clue if they're all dead or scattered to the wind otherwise."

At the high school:

The girl quickly follows Daniel's cue and boards the bus, waiting for him to get in and drive.

When Daniel climbs into the bus, he finds that it starts!!

Annabelle comprehends Merry's intent and loosens her grip on the stake and rests it on her lap.

"Well I woke up earlier today in a grave and had to dig myself out.  Either it was a very unfunny prank or else I guess they thought I was really dead, but was in fact just very comatose.  Let me start from the beginning: I arrived here in Sunnydale with Mr. Giles and two other Slayers in training, Molly and Kennedy. Molly was British like us, but her family didn't exactly travel in the same circles as ours, she......went to state school.Annabelle finishes, saying "public school" like she just stepped in something unpleasant.

"Then there was Kennedy, she was the most insufferable bloody git I've think I've ever met.  Always running her mouth like she knew everything about slaying, butting in where she wasn't wanted.  And may I add she was in her early twenties, since most Slayers are called in their teen years, she had almost certainly missed her turn.

Annabelle paused for a breath before continuing.  "I can't believe Kennedy was allowed to remain in the SIT league at her age coupled with her insolence.  If I were in charge of the Watcher's Council, I would have sacked her.  And no, I don't mean that as a figure of speech, I would have her put in a sack and unceremoniously tossed her out in the street."
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Merry shuddered in sympathy at the mention of public school, barely keeping a grimace off her face.  When Annabelle discussed Kennedy, she had to laugh.  "I love a good sacking!  Always good for a laugh!  Except when there are rocks in the sack...then it's a bit bloody depressing, isn't it?  I must say I'm glad you managed to escape the grave with body and soul intact.  You'd be simply dreadful conversation as a zombie or revenant!  Did the Slayer have any plans for the First Evil beyond 'charge with weapons'?"

Daniel unwrapped a cloth from around the weapon he had pulled from the trunk revealing a sword which he let sift comfortably at his side as the bus started.  The blade had seen better days, but it still got the job done when it came to the messier stuff.  Traditionally speaking a tomahawk would probably be more fitting, but he was never much for following what was appropriate.  "I'd say buckle up, but y'know transportation meant to carry around our youth isn't appropriate for having seat belts.  So err hold on."  Calling out to the girl he would begin to push down on the gas the Summers home in mind.

The bus takes off and Daniel speeds back to the Summers house.

In the living room:Before Annabelle can answer Merry, everyone hears a sound coming from the kitchen.  The sound of a knob turning and a door opening.

Someone's coming in through the back door.

Mike hears that quickly enough, and he's off down the stairs in a flash...he'll soon see who that might be,  and if it'll turn out to be a threat.

Mike is the first to enter the kitchen.  He sees four people in the kitchen. All four wear black robes with hoods, they have pale white flesh, and there are peculiar symbols where there eyes should be.

All four pulls out large curved knives.



To be continued.