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					            Buffy the Vampire Slayer


                                    “The Harvest”
                                       Episode 2

                                           by

                                         Bard
                                         Editor

                                      Bleu Gato




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                                        TEASER

FADE IN:

EXT. SUNNYDALE – PLAIN/GRASSLANDS - 1500 BC/AFTERNOON

A group of Hokan-Coahuiltecan early AMERICAN INDIANS approach the circle of small
stones in the distance. They are dressed in animal skins and the party consists entirely
of men, with the exception of one YOUNG WOMAN. The men are armed with stone
tomahawks and bows. The YOUNG WOMAN walks unsteadily next to the oldest, a
SHAMAN, and appears to be drugged; she relies on his assistance to stay upright and
moving. The YOUNG WOMAN can’t be older than seventeen.

Fairly far from their target, the group halts. The SHAMAN and the YOUNG WOMAN
proceed alone as the warriors spread out and form a circle around the rock formation.
They are keeping their distance but they don’t face outward. Their arrangement and
orientation suggest the threat is going to come from the middle.

The SHAMAN and the YOUNG WOMAN reach their destination. There is a cleared
area for a small fire and beyond it a ring of stone. Inside is a round hole in the ground.
The weird thing about it is the fact that the daylight does not penetrate into its depths.
The visibility ends about a foot below the ground level, with a pool of what appears to be
water or a dark liquid. It is completely smooth and black, hiding the depths from view.

The SHAMAN drops a small bundle of twigs from his back and builds a fire. He adds
some dried herbs to it and it starts to smoke heavily, partially obscuring the area. The
SHAMAN then sits down and begins to chant in strange language. The YOUNG
WOMAN sways to the sound; less a dance, more an automatic response.

A minute passes and then, acting on some unseen signal, the YOUNG WOMAN begins
to walk towards the hole. Barefoot, she steps on the surface and it holds her weight
easily. She moves to the middle of the pool and stops, beginning to sway again in
rhythm with the continuous chanting.

Slowly, she begins to sink. There were barely any ripples left by her passage earlier
and there are only a few as she shrinks in stature. The whole scene would seem, were
it not for the alert and watchful armed warriors, nothing but a peaceful dream.

There is little awareness left in the YOUNG WOMAN and it does not manifest itself with
a struggle. Instead, she raises her head and closes her eyes, enjoying the warmth of
the sun. This is the way the YOUNG WOMAN passes: holding onto the vision of the
blue, open sky and the rays of gold caressing her face.
                                                                               CUT TO:

EXT. SUNNYDALE – PLAIN/GRASSLANDS – 500 AD/EARLY EVENING

Two millennia later, little has changed. There are fewer trees and the grass is shorter
and less green. The rocks are still there, as is the pool.

It is not the nature that has changed, it is man. The AMERICAN INDIANS appear very
much like their long ago ancestors. The weapons have hardly evolved and the outfits
are more decorative, thou not by much. The troubling signs of battle show in the
trampled grass, spots of dried blood, and broken weapons. Numerous adult sized
bodies are wrapped and set on carriers near the horses. Of their opponents, there are
no signs, although there are drag marks leading to the hole. It is possible they were
dumped in there.

The answer as to why a possible sacrilege was committed appears in the imposing
presence of a massive stone, standing upright next to the wound in the earth. The
smaller circle of stone is gone. The towering monolith certainly looks capable of
covering the pool and its contents. Massive piles of wood are stacked nearby.
Everything is ready and there is an air of anticipation to the entire affair.

                                                                               CUT TO:

EXT. SUNNYDALE – PLAIN/GRASSLANDS – 500 AD/NIGHT

The huge bonfires are lit, reaching with orange arms into the starlit heavens. The rock
lid is in place and several SHAMANS sit on it. Behind each stands a WARRIOR with a
tomahawk. Chanting fills the air, with the SHAMANS combining their voices into one
prayer. Abruptly, silence falls.

SHAMANS, invoking an incantation, channeling their power together

                                      SHAMANS

                    Oh our Mother the earth, Oh our Father the sky,

                        Your children are we, and with our love

                              We bring you the gift of life.

                      Then weave for us a garment of protection;



                  May the warp be the white light of the our purpose,
                      May the weft be the red light of our sacrifice,

                      May the fringes be the blue light of our tears,

                   May the border be the black light of our mourning.



                       Thus weave for us a garment of protection,

                     That the Great Spirit may drape over this earth,

                  That our people walk the land under the sky of blue,

                       That our people walk where grass is green,

                                That our people walk free,

                        Oh our Mother Earth, Oh our Father Sky.

Each WARRIOR raises his weapon and prepares to strike. Suddenly, a commotion
erupts away from the ceremony, beyond the fires. The WARRIORS ignore it and bring
down their tomahawks.

                                                                                  CUT TO:

EXT. SUNNYDALE – PLAIN/GRASSLANDS – 500 AD/NIGHT

Several AMERICAN INDIANS are chasing a short figure thru the night. Weapons
whistle their passage in the chill air, narrowly missing the elusive target, dodging and
weaving with grace and speed.

The chase continues unabated until the said figure changes direction and plows straight
into the thick bushes. The AMERCIAN INDIANS split up and surround them. Forming
a cordon, they close the trap as they come together and move into the vegetation. To
their surprise, the intruder is gone. They look around, astonished that anyone could
escape. Resigned, they head back, foiled by darkness and their clever prey.

                                                                                  CUT TO:

EXT. SUNNYDALE – PLAIN/GRASSLANDS – 500 AD/NIGHT

Further away, the figure moves stealthily, heading away from the pursuers and the
bonfires in the distance. Then it stops.

The man is short, about 5’3”-5’4”. He wears woven cloth and is armed with a long,
steel knife that hangs from his belt. He does not fit the native culture for this time
period and is clearly from another place.

SHORT MAN, looking back, tearfully

                                      SHORT MAN

      I am sorry, Deneia. So very sorry, my love.

                                                                               CUT TO:

INT. SUNNYDALE – BEDROOM – PRESENT DAY/DAWN

Fifteen centuries later, give or take a few, the same SHORT MAN lies sprawled on the
bed. The room has seen better days … decades ago. The peeling paint is down to
the last few stubborn flakes. There is no furniture to speak of, aside from broken and
dusty piles of wood. The bed is two stained and dirty mattresses piled on top of each
other and covered with few old blankets. They probably smell as bad as they look.

The rising sun barges in through the gaps in the boarded window and announces its
presence. A set of eyes opens and the owner digs out of the filthy nest. He is wearing
a ragged T-shirt and underwear than once was white but has not seen that color choice
in months. The SHORT MAN blinks and wipes his eyes with grimy hands, smudging
the dirt some more. He stands up, yawns, and scratches himself. Morning ritual
done, he looks for the rest of his clothes.

Pulling on torn jeans, he pads to the window on bare feet and looks out.

SHORT MAN, cheerfully

                                      SHORT MAN

      Every morning with you is beautiful, but they all pale next to you, my sweet
      Deneia.

Pause.

SHORT MAN, affectionately

                                      SHORT MAN

      And you in mine.

He reaches out and touches his lips, kissing the fingers. He then places that hand over
his heart.

SHORT MAN, with determination bordering on madness
                                      SHORT MAN

       Nothing will ever break us apart. Nothing.

A sharply dressed MAN appears behind the first.

                                          MAN

       Touching and convenient. Morning Mouse; got an errand for you.

                                                                             FADE OUT:

                                   END OF TEASER




                                       ACT ONE

FADE IN:

INTRODUCTION

On the screen, various images of Buffy and the Scoobies Gang appear and a voice
reads the passage.

                                         BUFFY

       Into every generation she is born; one girl in the entire world, a chosen one. She
       alone will wield the strength and the skill to fight against the vampires, the
       demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell
       of their numbers. She is the Slayer.

                                                                                CUT TO:

INT. SUNNYDALE – SCHOOL HALLWAY – EARLY MORNING

Buffy makes her way down the corridor lined with lockers. She is lost is thought and
does not notice Principal Flutie spot and move to intercept her. Fortunately for him, the
bureaucratic rules work for once and he does not get her attention with a physical
contact, which would likely result in an injury. A surprised Slayer is a violent Slayer.
Instead, he clears his throat loudly.

Flutie, suspiciously
                                            FLUTIE

        Miss Buffy Summers, the latest big-city trouble exported to our school.
        Punctuality and thirst for knowledge are not the quantities you are known for.
        Arson and fist fights are. Why are you here early?

Buffy, sweetly

                                             BUFFY

        I am going to the library …

Flutie, softening his stance

                                            FLUTIE

        How commendable …

Buffy, interrupting, leaning in, confidentially

                                             BUFFY

        … to vandalize it. It hurts when I read or think.

Flutie, icily

                                            FLUTIE

        I see. You have a problem with authority, Miss Summers?

                                             BUFFY

        No, just you. Back off, Sergeant Shultz.

                                            FLUTIE

        Thread softly; I will be watching you.

                                             BUFFY

        That’s like illegal in fifty states and totally ewww.

Flutie, taking off the gloves, threateningly

                                            FLUTIE

        Miss Summers, you are young and foolish so I will enlighten you. When you
        pick a fight with administration, you start a war you cannot win. We are
        government and we will crush you.
Buffy, throwing his own words back at him, smartly

                                           BUFFY

       What happened to: we are from the government and we are here to help you?
       See, I’m edumacated.

Flutie, pointing a finger at her, trying to sound tough and failing

                                           FLUTIE

       You are on the list.

He turns and walks away, having gotten the last word. Buffy lets him.

                                                                                 CUT TO:

INT. SUNNYDALE – LIBRARY – EARLY MORNING

In a quiet corner of the library, away from prying eyes and eager ears, the first meeting
of the Scoobies Gang is under way. Giles stands with his nose buried in a book,
Willows sits on the chair, her legs on it, drawn up to her chest, and her arms wrapped
around her lower limbs. She is the picture of anxiety. Xander paces in the small
space.

Buffy joins them and is instantly chastised.

Giles, disapprovingly

                                           GILES

       You are late.

Buffy, dramatically

                                           BUFFY

       The system is oppressing me. Also, the system is checking my ass. I even
       made the list of the best asses in Sunnydale High. Witness the eclipse.

She turns to better display her rear. The reactions come in rapid fire succession.

Xander, covering his eyes yet unable to resist peeking between fingers

                                          XANDER

       TMI.
Giles, desperately looking anywhere but at Buffy, distressed

                                          GILES

       I don’t want to know. I don’t want to see. I don’t want to get arrested.

Willow, staring at the object in question, admiring

                                         WILLOW

       It’s nice.

Buffy, Xander & Giles, all looking at Willow as one

                               BUFFY, XANDER & GILES

       Huh?

Willow, putting her head down immediately, mumbling under her breath

                                         WILLOW

       Nothing.

Buffy holds her gaze on Willow a second longer and then shrugs, dismissing the
incident and moving on.

                                          BUFFY

       Giles, you have explaining to do. I have vampire quotas to meet, you know?

                                        XANDER

       Yes, what’s with going medieval?

Giles, proudly

                                          GILES

       I am a Watcher.

                              BUFFY, XANDER & WILLOW

       We know.

Willow and Xander realize the answer they want is not forthcoming and turn to Buffy.

Buffy, shaking her head
                                         BUFFY

       Giles is a Watcher, I am a Slayer, vampires exist, there is an invisible Big Mouthy
       Bad running around, I kill vampires, Giles watches but does not judge, and once
       more with feeling: vampires are real. Oh, and Sunnydale has a yummy vigilante
       with no name. What?

Willow, lamenting

                                         WILLOW

       Oh, this is no good. I had a plan and a future. And a plan for the future. Now
       there is a plan and no future. And I need a new plan. Or something.

Buffy, lightly

                                         BUFFY

       Points for anyone who followed that.

Seeing that did not have the desired effect and made Willow withdraw more, Buffy tries
again.

                                         BUFFY

       Willow power tackled a vampire.

Xander, disbelieving

                                         XANER

       Our Gandhi Willow?!

Buffy, acting out the tale

                                         BUFFY

       Less Mother Teresa, more Mother Ripley. I was “CRUNCH”, “THUD”, and
       “ARG”, Willow was “GRRR”, Luke was “HA-HA”, Willow was “SNARL”, Willow
       went “SPARTA!”, Luke was “BAM”, WILLOW was “EEEEEEEE”, and finally
       Willow went “SPLAT”, followed by “OOF”.

Xander, impressed, teasing

                                         XANDER

       You missed a sound effect.
                                         BUFFY

       No, pretty sure got them all.

Giles, focusing on the important part, with a hint of reproach

                                          GILES

       Fascinating. The real question is: how did Luke trash you?

                                         BUFFY

       Chewy and delicious yet oh so wrong banned substance abuse?

                                         XANDER

       Behold the power of chocolate.

Giles, exasperated

                                          GILES

       Buffy, Willow was charging to your rescue. Willow!

Willow, finally cheering up

                                         WILLOW

       Go me! Wait, this a good thing or a bad thing?

                                         BUFFY

       That board connects and it’s home run for Luke’s head. True fact.

                                         XANDER

       Willow bringing the heavy guns.

Willow, flexing her arms and posing, affecting a deep voice

                                         WILLOW

       They laughed at the books I carry. Well, they are crying now.

                                         BUFFY

       Xander just became the female of this group. Way to fail to achieve, Xander.

                                         XANDER
       I would cry, but that would just confirm it.

Giles, trying to get things back on track, impatiently

                                           GILES

       Luke is out there and a problem.

MAN, appearing out of nowhere, casually

                                            MAN

       There is a black market for specialized services and supplies in Sunnydale. The
       Master paid a warlock for some work.

Buffy, enthusiastically

                                           BUFFY

       Hey everybody, it’s the villain. I so want to be friends and go shopping with him.

                                           GILES

       Buffy!

                                           BUFFY

       Oh sure, we fight, insult, and hurt each other. But at the end of the day, can’t a
       heroine and her greatest nemesis go to the mall?

Xander and Giles look at each other and then at Buffy.

                                          XANDER

       You are not serious?

                                           BUFFY

       Tailored suits and high-end shoes – is it too late to switch sides? The evil
       benefits package is divine. You got a health plan?

MAN, smiling

                                            MAN

       All the souls you can eat.

                                           BUFFY
       Giles, I quit.

Giles throws his hands up and sits down. Xander perches on the edge of the table,
confused.

                                           MAN

       Find Mouse; ask around the local bars for particulars.

The MAN vanishes.

Buffy, pointing at the empty space where the MAN was a second ago

                                          BUFFY

       See, see, he is doing it again! Tormenting us mad with vague hints. Is there no
       end to his cruel villainy?!

Willow, offering helpfully

                                          WILLOW

       If Mouse is a snitch, the police files have a record. I could look.

                                          XANDER

       We will stroll right in and ask?

                                          WILLOW

       Better. I hacked their website.

Pause.

Willow, shirking under Giles’ glare, hastily throwing out excuses

                                          WILLOW

       Test of government security … doing my civic duty …

Pause.

Willow, admitting quietly

                                          WILLOW

       … I was bored one day.

Giles, resigned
                                          GILES

       I am surrounded by delinquents.

                                         XANDER

       Alright, we are moving up in the criminal underworld.

Buffy, cheerfully

                                         BUFFY

       Who is up for bar hopping after school?

                                         WILLOW

       Wow Buffy, when you spiral downward, you really spiral downward. What’s
       next, liquid breakfast and lunch?

                                         BUFFY

       It’s good to be me.

                                          GILES

       I will be researching the Harvest. And Buffy: talk, don’t sample.

                                         XANDER

       Underage drinking – yet another feather in the ruin of my life.

                                         BUFFY

       Sweet - a drinking buddy of my very own. Mom will be proud.

                                          GILES

       Why do I even bother?

                                         WILLOW

       I will be breaking and entering the internet, if anyone wonders.

Xander, looking around

                                         XANDER

       You know, we make a great team.
Buffy, starting to leave, stopping and addressing Giles

                                            BUFFY

       Reminds me; how did the vigilante end up in the alley last night?

                                            GILES

       I was patrolling near Bronze and recognized him from your description. When
       he suddenly took off, I followed. I do say the timing was impeccable.

                                           XANDER

       Next time, I am hitting the girl.

                                           WILLOW

       There goes chivalry.

                                                                              FADE OUT:

                                     END OF ACT ONE




                                           ACT TWO

FADE IN:

INT. SUNNYDALE – MIKE’S RATHOLE – LATE AFTERNOON

The place is run down but clean. Wonderful smells waft from the kitchen and the
tables are full. Despite the weather outside and the heat inside, the majority of
customers are covered in layers of cloth. It is as if they are trying to hide something.

Behind the long counter, a large, balding BARTENDER attired in sleeveless white
T-shirt is dispensing the orders. Unusual is the amulet he prominently wears on a
leather necklace. Matching it in symbology are the various artifacts hanging on the
walls and the inside of the entry door. Those all appear to be protection wards.

The door swings inward and along with the fading daylight, Buffy and Xander enter the
establishment. Eyes examine them, whisper a few words, and then the patrons return
to minding their business. Here, no one asks questions or judges another.
Buffy and Xander move to the bar. Before they can say anything, the BARTENDER
barks at them.

BARTENDER, ordering

                                         BARTENDER

       Sit!

Two butts hit the stools.

                                         BARTENDER

       I’m Mike, the owner. Don’t bother anyone or get physical; this place is neutral
       ground. You start trouble and Mr. Baseball bat comes out. You persist and Mr.
       Shotgun joins him. Keep testing your luck and the heavy stuff comes down on
       you and God help you then. Understand me, Slayer?

Buffy, realizing this is serious, subdued

                                            BUFFY

       Yes, sir.

Xander, whispering

                                            XANDER

       Buffy, this is not a good idea.

Mike, sternly

                                             MIKE

       If it is happening in Sunnydale, I know about it. If you need a service or a
       certain item, I make the introductions. Word gets back you harmed my
       recommendation and I put a contract out on you. Then you have a messy
       accidental death. The price is a meal and a drink. Those are the terms, take it
       or leave it.

                                            BUFFY

       You know Mouse?

Mike nods.

                                            BUFFY
       Deal. Let’s see the menu.

                                                                               CUT TO:

EXT. SUNNYDALE – MIKE’S RATHOLE – EARLY EVENING

The outside is in no better shape but at least the sign above appears recent. A
CUSTOMER follows them outside and stops them with a hand on each shoulder.

                                      CUSTOMER

       You kids got protection?

Xander, confidently

                                        XANDER

       I have Buffy.

                                      CUSTOMER

       You are a bright one, aren’t you?

CUSTOMER, taking out a badge and showing it to Buffy and Xander

                                      CUSTOMER

       Detective Ryan Moore, Sunnydale homicide. Take the fun home; I don’t want to
       file a report featuring your corpses later this evening.

Xander, scared

                                        XANDER

       N-No, no this is not what you think. I mean it looks like what you think …

Buffy, rescuing him, cutting in

                                           BUFFY

       Wait, you don’t care if we drink and have wild, albeit protected sex?

Ryan, shrugging

                                           RYAN

       I survived teenager in Sunnydale. In this town your age group is dying at
       quadruple the national average - runaway hormones and substance abuse are
       the least of our problems.
                                         XANDER

       Sadly, neither are they mine. Well, one of them is. What? I only had one beer
       in my life and that was today. And I don’t want to talk about the other.

Ryan, eyes narrowing, sharply

                                             RYAN

       Okay, if you are not in it for the party, why here and what’s with the hard liquor?

Buffy, grabbing the bottle by the neck and lifting it out of the paper bag, doing pretend
introductions

                                             BUFFY

       Jack Daniel’s, Mouse. Mouse, Jack Daniel’s.

Ryan, showing instant recognition of the name, interested

                                             RYAN

       Mouse the snitch?

                                             BUFFY

       Same.

Ryan, taking out his notebook, getting ready to write

                                             RYAN

       Sorry, procedure. Your names?

                                             BUFFY

       Buffy Summers.

                                         XANDER

       Xander Harris.

Ryan, finishing the notation, all business

                                             RYAN

       Start talking.

Buffy, reluctantly
                                       BUFFY

      We are looking for Luke.

                                        RYAN

      Luke got a last name?

                                       BUFFY

      Ugly?

                                      XANDER

      Muscles?

                                        RYAN

      I see. You normal or mixed?

                                   BUFFY & XANDER

      What?

                                        RYAN

      You walk into Mike’s, where the clientele stretches the definition of human and
      you asking me? Don’t play stupid.

Seeing them remain clueless, Ryan snaps the notebook close and puts it away, along
with the pen. He then subdues Xander by twisting his arm behind his back and
shoving him into the wall face first.

Xander, panicking

                                      XANDER

      I know nothing – nothing!

Buffy grabs Ryan by the collarbone and squeezes while pressing down. He
immediately releases Xander.

                                        RYAN

      That answers the question.

Pause.

Ryan, in pain
                                          RYAN

       Okay, okay, I give. You can let go.

Buffy holds it a second longer, sending a silent message.

Ryan works the now free shoulder, trying to restore the feeling. There is respect in his
eyes, directed at Buffy.

Xander, worriedly

                                        XANDER

       Buffy did not mean it, you have to believe me. She is very protective of others.

Ryan, to Xander, dismissing the concern with a gesture

                                          RYAN

       It’s in the past.

Ryan, to Buffy, warning her

                                          RYAN

       Mouse is a stinking weasel and a pathological liar. You will be fine after dark in
       his neighborhood but your woman will need protection.

                                        XANDER

       I hate you already.

                                          RYAN

       I serve and protect; you are in way over your head, Xander. If you are lucky,
       you will end up like Buffy here. If not … condolences.

Ryan swivels on his foot and walks away rapidly, towards an unmarked car on the other
side of the street.

                                        XANDER

       What did he mean by that? What does he think you are?

Buffy, saucily

                                         BUFFY

       Half demon, half hotness, all Buffy.
Xander, uneasy and uncomfortable

                                       XANDER

      The guy has gray hair and rocks AARP.

                                        BUFFY

      Older men – it’s a phase.

The engine comes to life and the car pulls away from a curb in the background.

Xander, muttering

                                       XANDER

      I did not hear that. I need ear bleach.

                                        BUFFY

      Hot for a teacher ring a bell?

                                       XANDER

      So, demon?

                                        BUFFY

      So, subject change much?

Xander, suggestively

                                       XANDER

      We could go with your plan. It is against the law, but apparently okay.

                                        BUFFY

      Xander, I like you. Don’t make me hurt you.

                                       XANDER

      What are we standing here for? We have a Mouse to catch!

                                        BUFFY

      Crystal ball sees pain.

                                       XANDER
       Hey, I am working on short notice here. Not everyone has your wit.

                                         BUFFY

       It’s way tragic.

                                                                                  CUT TO:

EXT. SUNNYDALE – NEAR MOUSE’S PLACE – EVENING

The neighborhood is a blight of decaying homes. Glass windows are long gone,
broken by vandals. However, despite the abandoned, boarded look and the numerous
condemned signs, the place appears to be inhabited. There are toys on the lawns and
the city did not cut the power to the street lights; neither did the utility company. There
are lights in almost all the houses and drafty windows bring the sound of TV and voices.

                                         WILLOW

       Brookville – there was talk of contamination of the ground in the news, people
       getting sick, followed by lawsuits and settlements. The whole place was left to
       the desert long ago. No one is supposed to live here. It is not safe for people.

                                        XANDER

       Something tells me that there are none of those here. At least not entirely
       human.

                                          GILES

       Fascinating - a community of demons, vampires, and … things. This bears
       further study.

                                         BUFFY

       I think you should focus on the part where the entire neighborhood wants to eat
       us, sacrifice us, or possess us. The important points, you know?

Willow, nervously

                                         WILLOW

       Wait, no one said anything about moving in. Giles said it was safe and we back
       up Buffy. Crowd of bloodthirsty monsters after my flesh is not the last memory I
       want.

                                        XANDER
       I second that. No one touches me but me.

                                         BUFFY

       Congratulation, you put the “self” before “love”. Mental trauma, ewww, and TMI
       in one sentence. That’s totally a talent to envy.

Willow, quickly changing the subject

                                        WILLOW

       And on the topic that does not involve Xander and … Xander, Mouse has a file
       that goes back decades. Only part of it is in the system; earlier years are in the
       archives, in the basement under the police station. The records go back to early
       1900s.

Pause.

Willow, to Buffy, concerned

                                        WILLOW

       He is not reliable and a source of trouble. The police suspect him of
       involvement in several crimes, everything from petty theft to homicide. Buffy, he
       is dangerous. The recent notes say his mental health is deteriorating. Be
       careful.

Buffy, doing the Boy Scout salute

                                         BUFFY

       Like a Boy Scout, always ready and prepared. And if anyone breathes the
       words Girl Scout, I will sew a badge over their mouth.

Giles, sarcastically

                                          GILES

       Right, don’t want you more violent than you already are.

Pause.

Giles, steering the conversation to the subject that brought them here

                                          GILES

       Now then; Harvest refers to wholesale taking of lives, usually for ritual purposes.
                                        WILLOW

       Soul power?

                                         GILES

       Ah … no. The essence, the life force if you will, has many uses in dark magic.
       However, vampires, even Master ones, don’t dabble in it. It is a valuable
       commodity but unless he trades it for something, it is useless to him.

                                        XANDER

       Nice, we have evolved from food into currency.

                                         BUFFY

       Bet Darwin did not see that coming.

Giles, to Buffy, irritated

                                         GILES

       How can you be so smart and a complete sufferance in general?

                                         BUFFY

       Selective brain impairment?

Willow, objecting vehemently

                                        WILLOW

       Don’t say that. There is nothing wrong with you.

Xander, giving Willow a strange look

                                        XANDER

       Before Willow declares her undying love for the perfection that is Buffy, don’t we
       have a Mouse to catch?

                                         BUFFY

       Giles?

                                         GILES

       We stay here and secure the outside. You go inside and have a word with the
       informant. Keep the screaming down; neighbors here are the unfriendly sort.
Buffy, bouncing with excess energy, eagerly

                                          BUFFY

       Six bars and not a single fight; what’s a girl to do for fun? I know, play pummel
       the snitch.

                                         WILLOW

       Xander? Parting wisdom, something inspirational?

                                         XANDER

       There she goes, Miss Sunnydale?

                                          BUFFY

       And on that sour note, it is Slayer time.

                                         WILLOW

       That’s even worse.

                                          BUFFY

       Remember, I claimed keepsies of your worship. No take backs.

Giles, impatiently

                                          GILES

       Sometime today, children.

                              BUFFY, WILLOW & XANDER

       Yes, dad.

                                                                             FADE OUT:

                                    END OF ACT TWO




                                       ACT THREE
FADE IN:

INT. SUNNYDALE – MOUSE’S PLACE – LATE EVENING

Mouse sits on the only chair in the gutted kitchen. The table and appliances are
missing, except for a stove. Few cabinets cling tenaciously to the walls, doors long
gone and the shelves missing.

Mouse is busy scraping the insides of the can, really going to town with a spoon in an
effort to get every last juicy morsel. He jumps when the back door is kicked open and
settles down when he sees Buffy enter.

Mouse, going back to the canned treasure, nonchalantly

                                          MOUSE

       Door was open.

                                          BUFFY

       I am a center of attention kind of gal.

Pause.

Buffy, handing over the bottle of JD

                                          BUFFY

       Dessert?

Mouse grabs the alcohol and opens it. He pours a good amount inside the can and
swishes it around, working the spoon vigorously. Satisfied, he drinks the mixture.

                                          BUFFY

       Like gross. JD and chili do not a marriage make. And it is the meat kind too.
       You are one sick ... something.

Mouse, smacking and licking his lips

                                          MOUSE

       Delicious.

Buffy, sniffing the air

                                          BUFFY
       Your eating habits are almost as pleasant as your personal hygiene.

                                         MOUSE

       We know why you here.

                                         BUFFY

       I want Luke.

Mouse, graciously

                                         MOUSE

       Since you are easy on the eyes and generous with the booze, here is a story for
       you. Demons, except for the strongest, possess humans to exist here. You
       see one in true form, run away. Anyway, Hellmouth leaks and our numbers
       grow. We even have this lovely community courtesy of the Major. When the
       planets or whatnots are aligned just right, Harvest happens. Vampires are
       perfectly suited to the task. The Master gets an artifact and the warlock receives
       power. Don’t think to pay the warlock a visit because that would be fatal; for
       you, not him. The end.

Buffy, firmly

                                         BUFFY

       The rest.

Mouse, calling out loudly

                                         MOUSE

       Luke!

In answer, from inside the house, Luke strolls into the kitchen with a small smile on his
lips. He has already transformed into a vampire.

Mouse, grinning

                                         MOUSE

       We believe you two met. Luke is collecting and each victim makes him stronger.
       Nice side effect, that.

Pause.
Mouse, tossing the can to the large pile in the corner and taking a swig of liquor, smug

                                        MOUSE

      Think, Slayer. You ask around town for us and not expect it to get back? Luke
      and the Harvest are top news in these parts. Put the two together and we saved
      you the trouble.

Mouse settles back into the chair, content to watch the free show.

Buffy, focusing on Luke

                                          BUFFY

      Hello ugly.

                                          LUKE

      Master sends his regards.

                                          BUFFY

      I will be sure to answer personally.

Luke, sneering

                                          LUKE

      Not from afterlife.

Buffy, pissed

                                          BUFFY

      I am done holding back.

Buffy does a spinning roundhouse that sends Luke crashing into the cabinets, smashing
the lot of them.

Buffy, growling

                                          BUFFY

      You want the Slayer, you got her.

She lifts the dazed vampire by the hair, drags him over to the stove and smashes his
face into the surface. Repeatedly.

Mouse gets up out of the chair and slowly backs away, heading deeper into the house.
This is getting too intense for him. As he backpedals, Buffy looks straight at him.

Buffy, pinning him with her gaze

                                          BUFFY

      We are not done yet.

Buffy turns her attention back to Luke.

                                          BUFFY

      How does that taste?!

Mouse turns and bolts from the room and Buffy follows his escape.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Luke drives an elbow into Buffy’s gut, backing her
up. He tackles her, picks her up and runs them both into the wall. Buffy takes the
brunt of it as they go thru it and tumble into the adjoining living room. They leave
behind a large hole of broken 2x4s and drywall.

Luke scrambles to his feet and picks up the large, ancient TV. Bringing it over his
head, he throws it at the head of dazed Buffy, still on the floor. She narrows avoids it
by rolling away and jumps to her feet as it explodes from the impact. Reaching for the
table lamp, she shatters it on his advancing head, followed by the table it was resting
on. She caps it with a flying knee kick that sends him staggering back, towards the
boarded window. Buffy grabs Luke and pulls out a stake, intending to finish it. He has
other ideas. Luke puts Buffy in a bear hug and rotating, tosses her thru the covered
window, right onto the front lawn. The stake and pieces of debris follow her flight path.
Luke climbs out after her.

He finds Buffy relaxing on the grass, lying on her back with hands under her head. She
is stargazing. Aside from some dust and few scratches, she looks fine. Luke on the
other hand is a mess. Torn and disheveled clothes, bloody nose and face, and stiff
posture; he has been thru the wringer and looks it.

                                          BUFFY

      Not looking too hot there, blood breath. Fashion is everything, you know?

Luke, angry

                                          LUKE

      No more games.
                                            BUFFY

       Final jeopardy, I pinkie swear. What’s 3 + 1?

Luke, using his fingers to count, after a while

                                            LUKE

       … Four?

Giles, Willow, and Xander step out of the darkness, loaded crossbows in hand.

                                            BUFFY

       Audience says …

                                GILES, WILLOW & XANDER

       Wrong answer.

Three bolts strike Luke and he is gone. A ring falls on the grass with a soft sound and
lies among the ashes. Giles approaches and takes out a handkerchief. He picks up
the artifact carefully.

Buffy, sitting up, looking at Giles with interest

                                            BUFFY

       Human – it does a body no good. Also, brush after meals. What you got?

Giles, examining the object, thoughtfully

                                            GILES

       Ancient and judging by the symbols, associated with dark magic. I will take it
       back and study it.

Buffy, standing up and going to pick up her stake, not noticing Willow approach her

                                            BUFFY

       Don’t go summoning things, I got a social life. On life support, granted.

Willow, reaching out and gently touching the slight marks on Buffy’s face, upset

                                           WILLOW

       What happened in there?
Buffy, moving her head away and stepping back, misreading the concern, annoyed

                                         BUFFY

       Remodeling. I am not glass, people.

Rejected, Willow puts her head down and takes off, crying.

Xander, harshly

                                        XANDER

       Buffy, you are an idiot.

Xander runs after Willow and catching up, offers her comfort. He rubs her back and
talks to her in low, soothing tones.

Buffy, looking at Giles for an answer, puzzled

                                         BUFFY

       Did I miss something? Are those two together?

Giles, sighing

                                         GILES

       I have no clue; it’s all teenager to me. Let’s head back and you can fill me in.

                                                                                 CUT TO:

EXT. SUNNYDALE – BUFFY’S NEIGHBORHOOD – NIGHT

Buffy walks alone down the sidewalk, the shadows holding no surprises for her. Angel
steps out of the darkness and joins her. They walk in amiable silence for a while, it
being a battle of wills.

Angel, cracking first

                                         ANGEL

       You continue to impress.

Buffy, hopeful

                                         BUFFY

       You saw?
                                              ANGEL

        Keeping an eye on you is a full time job.

Buffy, flirting

                                              BUFFY

        Dedicated and charming, my type. So, you like to watch?

Angel, returning the sentiment

                                              ANGEL

        Depends on who I am watching.

Buffy, seductively

                                              BUFFY

        Do you like what you see so far?

                                              ANGEL

        I suppose I could learn to like it.

Buffy, laughing

                                              BUFFY

        Liar.

Angel, disarmed by her infectious joy, sharing

                                              ANGEL

        I’m Angel.

                                              BUFFY

        Buffy Summers.

Angel, spreading his arms in apology, drifting off at the end

                                              ANGEL

        No last name, I’m afraid. One day …

Buffy, pretending to be mad, grin betraying her
                                          BUFFY

       You can take the whole mysterious stranger thing too far, you know?

Angel, smiling

                                          ANGEL

       Goodbye Buffy. Sweet dreams.

Buffy, watching him walking away, appreciatively

                                          BUFFY

       Oh, they will be now.

                                                                                CUT TO:

INT. SUNNYDALE – WILLOW’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

The bedroom is typical in its décor, unusual in its tidiness and order. Posters of
actresses line the walls. Willow lies in bed, reading a book; or trying to. Her eyes
have trouble focusing on the text and soon they drift over to the pictures. They settle
on Anna Kendrick and get that faraway look.

MAN, breaking the building dream, quietly

                                           MAN

       What did you feel when you Buffy walked into that house alone?

Willow, giving him a small smile in lieu of verbal greeting, sadly

                                         WILLOW

       Hopeless.

                                           MAN

       Close yet unable to do a thing.

Willow, nodding, happy that there is someone who understands her, admitting

                                         WILLOW

       It hurt.

MAN, coming over and sitting on the side of the bed, sympathetically
                                          MAN

       Sidekick and a friend is not enough and you know it. I know it. Willow, it is
       within you to have what you desire without changing the person inside.
       Question is: are you willing to fight for what is rightfully yours?

Willow, bluntly

                                        WILLOW

       I don’t trust you. What is the cost?

                                          Man

       The world is not black and white; it is grey. Magic opens the door; given time
       and proper instruction, you and Buffy will walk together into danger as equals.

Willow, whispering, with difficulty

                                        WILLOW

       … I … I want … more.

                                          MAN

       Willow, listen very carefully. You cannot, under any condition, use the arts on
       Buffy; her nature will destroy you. Whatever happens, it will be her choice.

Pause.

MAN, painting the future, enticingly

                                          MAN

       The Slayer and her Witch or Buffy and just one of the gang – which fate will you
       make?

There is a long silence and then Willow looks him straight in the eyes, her mind made
up.

Willow, barely audible

                                        WILLOW

       … Us.

MAN, smiling
                                         MAN

       There is wisdom in you and the heart of a lion. You have the power to shape
       destiny itself.

Pause.

MAN, standing up, leaving parting words before disappearing

                                         MAN

       Mouse will contact you.

Abruptly, three of posters shimmer and they are all close-up portraits. When the effect
dissipates, they now show Buffy. Everything is the same about them as before except
the person in it.

Unable to believe her eyes, Willow gets out of bed in her cartoon pajamas and slips her
feet into bunny slippers. She walks to the nearest one and reaches a trembling hand.
It is real and not an illusion as she finds out when her fingers gently trace the face.

Willow, tearfully

                                       WILLOW

       Thank you.

MAN, speaking faintly, as if from far away

                                         MAN

       She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; she is woman, and therefore to be
       won.

                                       WILLOW

       She is mine.

                                                                            FADE OUT:

                                       THE END

				
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