Worlds Collide - Part III

With an inaudible groan, Buffy went on. “What are they doing?” She saw them, too, darting around in the shadows.

“It’s like they’re looking for something,” Spike reported, rising to the opportunity to show his usefulness. “They’ve covered the two blocks east of here so far, and they’re moving west. Buggers are fast… they’ve only been at it for half an hour, at most.”

Buffy watched the new arrivals below in silence.

“What are you doing up here?” Spike hesitated a bit, then added, “I thought you’d be at Giles’, looking through the books and all that.”

“I got restless.”

“Well, have you found anything? My last run-in with these guys wasn’t a romp in the park, you know. We’re going to have to do something about this eventually.”

“I’m aware of that,” Buffy snipped. She’d been following a barren trail for days, and she didn’t need to be reminded of the fruitlessness of their efforts. “They got three more, all the way across town. I think there are more than there were a few days ago,” she said, softening a little.

“Are you sure those weren’t just Sunnydale vamps?” Spike asked. As much as he was in awe of the newcomers, he knew well enough that having more around wasn’t a good thing. They were a threat to him, too.

“I was in the park where they attacked. Whatever these things are, they’re not like the vampires we know. One of them tore clean through the side of a garbage dumpster. I can’t imagine why.”

A low voice came from behind them. “They’re looking for something, indeed.”