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SPIKE: OK, these two are dead -- why?

RONA: Because the black chick always gets it first?

BUFFY: What was that, Rona?

RONA: I'm dead because he's a vampire. I don't have slayer strength, slayer speed, it wasn't a fair fight.

SPIKE: Vi, you think I care if it's a fair fight?

VI: No...no sir. You...don't play by the rules and I have learned a valuable lesson of some sort -- ow.

BUFFY: OK, Spike. You're right, you don't have slayer strength, but that doesn't mean that you're not strong. You have inherent abilities that others do not have.

MOLLY: Not like you do.

BUFFY: No, not yet. But it's there. Have the potential. You have strength, speed, instinct, you just have to learn to trust yourself. Rona, what did your instincts tell you to do, just then?

RONA: Block his attack, keep him off balance, gain the...advantage...

BUFFY: No they didn't.

RONA: They told me to run.

BUFFY: Vi?

VI: They told me to run. They're still sorta telling me to run.

BUFFY: Don't fight on his terms. If you're gut is telling you to run, run. Okay? Regain the higher ground, make the fight your own. Spike, what did your instincts tell you to do just then?

SPIKE: Hunt. Kill.

BUFFY: Come at me, full speed. He needs to kill to live, that tells you everything you need to know. Instinct, understand his, but trust yours. You were chosen for a reason. (Spike groans) Are you okay?

SPIKE: Fine. Couple of ribs ache....I'm fine.

BUFFY: Let me see.

SPIKE: It's just--

BUFFY: Spike-- (He grabs her hand and tightens his hold)

SPIKE: I'm going to be okay.

RONA: That's hot.

MOLLY: So, we're like suppose to make out with them or something?

VI: Careful Buffy, Just when you think it's part of the lesson, he'll hurt...your arm.

BUFFY: Molly, Kennedy, you're up. Next Lesson (Big sigh)

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KENNEDY: Best damn field trip I've ever took.

VI: It's a demon bar! Its like a gay bar, only with...demons.

DEMON: Spike! Long time, I see you brought snacks.

SPIKE: Touch them, and loose your privates.

VI: I didn't like him.

SPIKE: Nice job blending in, girls.

RONA: We're a bunch of 15 year olds in a demon bar. How much blending in did you think we were going to do?

BUFFY: Look, it's okay. Usually when you come to a place like this, you want to be seen. You want to scare someone or make contact, or--

MOLLY: Or have a strong drink?

BUFFY: Not usually that.

ROMA: You don't drink?

BUFFY: Sure I do...I mean, no. It'd be wrong.

VI: Do they card?

BUFFY: Nope, go ahead. Down all the yak urine shots or pig blood spritzers you like.

MOLLY: Gross.

SPIKE: Got that right. Price they charge, you can get human blood, straight from the body. Vampire.

BUFFY: Look, if I come here, its because I have to wring information out of something large, scary, drunk, with a room full of friends that don't care very much for the slayer. Remember that. There's not a being in here that wouldn't gladly rip your throat out.

CLEM: Buffy? Girl, how you been!

BUFFY: Clem, you look great! So toned.

KENNEDY: He's ripping out her throat right now.

CLEM: Oh my God, it's so great to see you! I saw this great show on the history channel the other night, that I knew you would love, but then something went all screwy with my TiBo.

BUFFY: Can I talk to you for a second over here?

KENNEDY: Think she dated him, too?

CLEM: Howdy. So, you girls are going to deal with demons huh? Just let me tell you this.

VI: I could use a shot of that yak urine right about now.

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BUFFY: A vampire is an animal. Sometimes they run in packs, sometimes alone. Who can tell us where we are?

RONA: It's a nest.

BUFFY: How can you tell?

KENNEDY: Only a vamp could live like this.

SPIKE: Some, yeah. And as a group, we're not known for our taste in decor. But in all fairness to race, this place is seriously lacking in style.

BUFFY: Thank you, Spike.

SPIKE: Merely saying.

BUFFY: He has a point. Vampires can live anywhere. Anyway they want; tastes, fashion, living conditions, it can vary. The animal inside, always the same.

MOLLY: Where did you live?

SPIKE: What, you mean before? A crypt, actually. But nicer. A bit more...I don't know if posh is the right word, but it was more--

BUFFY: Comfy.

KENNEDY: Excuse me? When did you find it comfy?

BUFFY: Moving on...You want to stay alive? You have to spot and identify a nest on sight. Look around, all of you. Look for signs that the other night maybe a dozen, two dozen, vampires were right we're standing. Go ahead.

SPIKE: Work, work, work.  I thought this excursion was just in danger of being interesting.

BUFFY: Y'know something, Spike? Interesting is not a problem.

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*Thanks to Imagine This for the screen caps!

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