Story by DragonWriter17
Written by DragonWriter17
Directed by CN Winters
Produced by CN Winters and Susan Carr
Editing by Lilly
Sound by CN Winters
Art Direction by Robert Kidman
Artists – Robert Kidman, Zahir al Daoud, Isis, Mattxxx, and CN Winters
Cover Art by CN Winters
Magic Shop – Night
While music thumped from the bar next door, a wide-eyed co-ed tiptoed through the narrow aisles as her bored boyfriend followed. As she examined the objects with awe, he just rolled his eyes and huffed.
"Can we go now?" he whined. "The party’s next door."
"In a minute," the young woman said.
She wound her way to a display of wooden boxes. There were all types: big, small, elaborately carved, plain, some with locks, some not. She ran her fingers along several of them, opening a few as she went along. Then she picked one up.
"These are pretty," she said, holding up a tiny heart-shaped box designed for holding rings.
"Yeah, whatever," her boyfriend replied, crossing his arms.
She scowled at him and set the heart-shaped box down. Her eyes were immediately drawn to another box. It was long and narrow, as if designed to hold pens, but was deep enough to hold more. She picked it up and tried to open it, but its top wouldn’t budge.
"Hey mister," she called out to the shop owner. "This one won’t open."
The owner came over. When he saw the box in her hand, his expression became frightened. He took the box from her.
"I’m very sorry," he said with a lilting Jamaican accent. "This one, it is not for sale."
"But it was on the rack," she pointed out.
"A mistake, I assure you," he told her. "My apologies."
"Come on, Jacquie," her boyfriend pleaded near the door.
She stared at the box for a moment longer, then turned and left with her boyfriend.
Once his customers had gone, the owner glared at the box and took it to the back of his shop, where he placed it behind some bins on a high shelf.
"You stay where I put you, now," he told the box. Then he went back out front.
Faith and Robin’s Apartment – Living Room – Night
Faith sat slouched on her sofa, the television remote in her hand. She had her elbow propped up on the arm of the couch and was leaning the side of her head against her hand. She was clicking through the channels, but not really paying attention, until she saw her picture on a local news broadcast. She growled at the sight.
Just then she heard a knock at the door. She got up and went to answer it. When she opened the door, she found a chipper Buffy standing outside, holding her coat over her arm.
"Hey!" Buffy said cheerily. "Whatcha doin’?"
Faith didn’t answer in words. She merely grumbled, left the door standing open, and walked back to the living room.
Buffy stepped inside, closed the door, and walked over to where Faith had returned to her slumped position on the sofa.
"Ah," Buffy stated when she saw what Faith was doing. "More of the same, I see. Grouchy, slouchy, couchy misery. Well, I’ve got just the cure you need."
Faith glared at her. "Oh?" she said sarcastically. "And what do I need?"
Buffy reached under her coat, brought out an incident report, and held it up for Faith to see. "How about a verified vamp nest, all our own, just waitin’ to be decimated?"
Faith’s eyes lit up, and she jumped to her feet. She snatched the report from Buffy’s hand. "For real?"
Buffy grinned and nodded.
"Let’s go!" Faith said, cramming the sheet of paper in her jeans pocket as she grabbed her jacket off the nearby chair.
Within seconds, both slayers were out the door.
End of Teaser
To Act One