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The Graveyard: Wednesday Evening

After class and meeting Xander, Mel was feeling... twitchy. Enough so that she went out on patrol and dragged Dawn along with her.

After an hour and a half of hunting around the graveyard though, she had about enough.

"Okay. This is ruttin' cold."

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Dawn shivered in her wool coat, ear muffs, scarf, and hat. "No kidding. At least in Sunnydale we had warm weather. And, okay, Hellmouth and vamp central, but not dying of hypothermia was nice." On the other hand, so was not finding any vampires.

Mel kicked a stone across the ground. And then another stone. And another.

"Okay. You know what? I need a vamp or something to slay or I think I'm going to pop," Mel said clearly frustrated. "Know what I mean?"

"Buffy used to get that way too," Dawn nodded, scowling a little as she got hit in the ankle with a rock. "She used to either work out ridiculously hard, or she'd...er, maybe doing what Buffy and Faith did to work off tension isn't the smartest idea."

"Sorry," Mel said kicking another rock in a different direction. "What Buffy and Faith do? Each chocolate chip cookie dough straight from the package?"

Luckily, it was dark out, so Mel hopefully couldn't see Dawn's sudden blush. "Buffy did vampires, and Faith did everyone else, as near as I could tell."

Mel smirked at that. "Yeah well... At the moment I'll stick with the cookie dough. Damn it."

Mel kicked another stone. "Sorry about being a flake earlier today."

Dawn snickered. "Flaking out when you first meet your Watcher is practically a tradition, from the little I've heard from Buffy on the subject. So, congrats, you're really a slayer."

"Whee," Mel said hopping around a bit to stay warm. "Still the look on his face when I tackled him was worth it."

"It really was," Dawn giggled, remembering as she walked, still keeping an eye out for vampires, demons, or Bel. "But seriously, we're not generally bad people."

"Yeah, well... I'm generally not a trusting person," Mel replied with a sigh. "So really it's not you, it's me."

Luckily, all this laughing was helping Dawn be warmer. "Did you just break up with me? Can we still stay friends?"

"With the occasional sex with no strings attached?" Mel teased.

"That happens when you break up with someone? How did I not know that?" She pouted slightly, because for a week there, she could possibly have used the loophole with Dean. "And I think I'd have to check with Sam first, sorry."

"Oh yeah. Break up sex is the best. You get what you want and then get out," Mel said with a nod. "Damn that Sam. He takes away all my fun."

Dawn was blushing pretty hard. "I'll, uh, pass that on."

Mel laughed. "Summers? You have to be the easiest person to embarrass at this school."

"That can't be true! There's people here from the fifties, and the midwest, and private schools, and..." She started flailing. "I'm not!"

"Suuuuuuuure you not," Mel replied. "You're just flailing your arms and blushing because you're cold."

"It's my ostrich impression."

"It's very good," Mel replied and was just about to ask what an ostrich was before she noticed that Rosette was watching them.

Chrono had alerted Rosette to the fact that there were people wandering in the graveyard. He himself seemed to have had a strong inclination not to go out there, but he had effectively piqued her curiousity. She bundled up a little and stepped out to make sure those crazy kids weren't trying to make sacrifices to the devil or something (if that were the case, she could kindly direct them to his bar, thank you very much). She leaned on one of the tall headstones, arms crossed over her chest a little, and quietly watched the two girls.

Wasn't one of them the sucker girl? Dawn? What the heck were they doing?

Mel looked over at the nun. And waved. "Hey. Sorry to disturb you Sister. Just looking for the walking dead."

"Undead," Dawn corrected, also waving at Rosette. "Walking dead are zombies, and they play at Caritas."

Rosette chuckled a little; okay, that definately explained it. She gave both the girls a little wave, amused because Dawn pretty much just took the words out of her mouth regarding the walking dead. "I'm afraid you two might be here for a while, then. I think everyone in this graveyard, surprisingly enough, plans on staying dead."

"Girl can dream, can't she?" Mel asked. With not much hope.

Rosette sighed a little wistfully. "Yeah, she sure can...I miss hunting, too..."

She chuckled. "I might be able to convince Chrono to run around if you two are really bored..."

"I don't think that will be necessary..." Dawn glanced at Mel, hoping she'd agree.

"What's a chrono?" Mel asked. "Can we kill it?"

"Chrono is a demon," Rosette said, with a slight grin. "My demon, so, no, you can't kill him. But a little chasing around would be acceptable. Might do him good to have to stay on his toes a little bit, actually."

"Oh. Well thanks but if he's your demon then that's probably not right," Mel said looking a little disappointed.

"You can chase," Dawn announced, figuring that if the demon wanted to play, it was okay with her, "and I'll watch and critique and pretend I'm drinking hot chocolate."

And then she started wondering what a nun was doing with a demon.

"Critique?" Rosette asked, merely because if it was to help the other hunters, she might actually be able to convince Chrono to do it.

"She's my watcher. Or at least one of them," Mel explained. "She makes sure I kill things the right way. Except she won't set herself on fire which I really appreciate."

"The other one doesn't set himself on fire either," Dawn muttered under her breath, then added, "At least not on purpose."

Rosette could only arch an eyebrow at that, really. Not that she was anyone to talk when it came to accidently lighting things on fire. Or crashing vehicles. Or collasping entire New York City blocks...

...hey, they were all abandoned warehouses! No one got hurt!

Too much...

There was another sigh. She did miss hunting. A lot.

Mel was also sighing. She also missed the flying cars.

"Any chance the island is going to be invaded soon?"

Dawn thwapped Mel with her hat. "You and Alec, I swear. He got bored, and then we got invaded by trolls. It sucked."

"The trolls only sucked," Rosette put in, with a wrinkle of her nose, "because they locked me in the church the whole time and I couldn't do anything but serve them tea all weekend."

"That sounds like it totally blew," Mel said sympathetically. "Did you get to mangle them at all?"

"Nope," Rosette pouted. "Worst invasion ever. Next one better be better..."

"Well hopefully it will be," Mel said stomping her feet. "Listen Dawn and I better head back to the dorm before we freeze our butts off out here. It was nice meeting you though."

Rosette nodded. "Nice meeting you, too, although, I didn't catch your name? I'm Rosette, by the way."

"Mel," she said with a wave. "If we're running around in the graveyard, don't worry. We'll only damage the undead."

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