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Hey Bufster, sorry it’s been so long."
Absently the dark hair man picked the weeds out of the stones in front of the cemetery marker.
"A lot of things have happened since you've been gone."
His voice rough with suppress sorrow.
"I haven't heard from Dawn or Giles since they left."
"Some bastard in a special ops group known as the NID, somehow found out she was the Key."
"Had the gall to show up with court orders at the Magic Shop and demand that Giles turn her over to them."
"To say that didn't go over well would be an major understatement.”
He chuckling at the memory.
"Old Ripper came out and told them exactly what they could do with their demands."
"Then he started to call in a few favors and had the whole group banished from the store."
"All the while muttering something about Siberia and hoping they enjoyed their stay."
Shaking his head in admiration of the man.
"Makes me wonder what exactly Giles did in his brash younger days and just who the hell did he run with besides Ethan of course."
"I’ve kept an ear out for them over the years, the only thing Loren been able to tell us is that they're safe."
"Meanwhile Willow and Tara are still on their crusade."
"They figured if they could not change how the Watchers worked from the outside, they would try from within."
"Who would ever believe that our two favorite Witches would become Watchers?"
Sighing, the man absently rubbed the scar going down the left side of his face and commented a bit wistfully.
"I miss the old times."
A sad smile crosses his lips.
"Life was a hell of a lot simpler back then."
"Even with your sacrifice the portals were open too long."
"A lot more nasty's and other odd critters than we ever dreamed of were able to passed over."
"It's a freaking mess now in days."
"World Governments aren't able to cover it up any more."
"Instead of taking action in the beginning as they should have they keep holding committees."
"Allowing them even more time to dig in and breed."
Taking a deep breath he looked gazed once again at the tomb stone.
"The problems to wide spread for those of us in the Hunting Community to stop on our own."
"We just don't have the resources and frankly~ "
A noise cause him to spin to his right drawing the specially made 9 mm from the holster under his left arm. Seeing it was only his partner he nodded, re-holstering the gun and stood up.
"It looks like duty calls Buf, I promise not to take so long to visit next time."
Walking out of the cemetery he made his way across the gravel to where his partner sat astride his motorcycle in full leathers. Catching the jacket being tossed at him, he slid it on as he mounted his own bike.
"You all right Whelp?"
Nodding he cast the blond vampire a smile.
"I will be, so what's on the agenda tonight?"
"The Boss wants us in England; apparently they found a nest and need some help with the little buggers."
Chuckling at the look of distaste that crossed Spike's face.
"It ain’t funny, it took me three bloody days to get the smell off of me the last time!"
Still laughing Alexander slipped on his helmet.
"I don't know it looks pretty funny to me Spike"
Ignoring the muttered curses being thrown his way, Alexander thought once again about the twists his life had taken. Cranking up the cycle, he tore after Spike down the highway, one thing for sure it’s been one hell of a ride.