Logan smiled. “Knowing Gran, s-she’d l-love the company.”
“Great, then! How’s about we get something to go then…I’m starving! Slayer appetite…you know…” Buffy said, smiling.
“Um…Slayer?” Logan said, not having the slightest clue what a ‘Chosen One’ was…
“Oh boy…have we got a lot to tell you…” Buffy said, grabbing a menu off of the table.
Chapter Forty-sevenThe waitress walked up to the table, looking at Buffy.
“What can I get you, sweetie?”
“Umm…let’s see…how about a couple of bacon cheeseburgers, fries, onion rings, and…oooh…a chocolate malt...to go!”
Logan and the waitress stared at the petite blonde Slayer in total amazement.
“You’re joking, right?” asked the waitress.
“Nah…I’m trying to cut down…you know…gotta keep my girlish figure!” Buffy said, smiling.
“That’s cutting down???” Logan said, eyes wide open.
The waitress got a motherly look on her face and leaned down close to Giles “Sir…you know there’s clinics for girls with eating disorders like that…she’s such a pretty girl…”
“Um…well…yes…thank you…I think.” he stammered.
“Now…what can I get for you?” she asked, looking at Logan.
“I’ll j-just have a double-chocolate shake…thanks…”
“And you?”
“I’ll have the reuben sandwich and a coffee…thank you.” answered Giles.
The waitress finished writing down the order and went to put it in to the kitchen.
Once Giles was sure she had gone, he began to explain…or try to…
“Well…Logan…I know this is going to be difficult for you to understand…but what we are about to tell you is of the utmost importance. You see…things that you‘ve more than likely been told were nothing more than faerie tales and bedtime stories…well…they are much more than that…” Giles started…trying to ease into the discussion.
He was bluntly interrupted by Buffy…
“What Giles here is trying to say is…Vampires…Demons…Witches…and a bunch of other things that everybody says doesn’t exist…do exist…in a very big way…”
“Thank you so much for your help, Buffy…” Giles said, pointedly…
“What? Just thought she’d appreciate the shortened version!”
“To balance the scales of good and evil…one girl from every generation is called upon to be the Chosen One…a champion among champions…the Slayer…and, well…Buffy here…is that Slayer.”
Buffy looked up, smiling.
Logan’s eyes darted back and forth between the two not really sure what to make of the stories she was hearing…
“O-kay…and how d-does my family fit into t-this whole thing?”
“You are descended from two very powerful witches…their names are Willow and Tara Rosenberg-Maclay…” Giles explained.
“Oh…Gran used to tell us s-stories about them when I was little…I just thought that she was making them up…about them fighting monsters and warlocks and t-things like that…”
“Well…as I said earlier…the faerie tales are true…and although I know you haven’t had any experience or training in the magicks…I can assure you that they run strong in your bloodline…”
“So we need your help…” Buffy said, interrupting once again.
“Do you mind? I believe I had the floor!” Giles said, now getting rather annoyed with his Slayer.
“Sorry!”
“But h-how can I help? I can’t do anything…”
“You can’t yet…but I can teach you…”
“Teach me?”
“Yes…just like I taught Willow…”
To Be Continued...