Table Of Content“I talked to Daruwalla because I needed to talk
to someone, and that’s her job!” Willow
snapped.
Buffy felt a tingling sensation in her shoulder, the voice of instinct telling her to
start swinging.
Giles stepped between them abruptly. “We simply want you to be aware,
Willow, of a possible relationship between Ms. Daruwalla and the problem at
hand. Not likely, mind you . . . just possible.”
Willow spun around and swept her books up off the table. She stalked to the
front of the library. “I can’t believe you’d think that about her,” she said angrily
through her tears. She stopped for a moment and looked back at them. “Did it
ever occur to you maybe she’s just, like . . . a nice person?” Willow looked
directly at Buffy. “You don’t know what I needed to talk to her about, and you
don’t care. Jeez, you . . . you’ve been chasing monsters so long, you’re
becoming one, Buffy.”
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Acknowledgments
I had a lot of help and support while writing this book, and I’d like to thank the
people who provided it. My wonderful wife, Dawn; Scott Sandin, Derek Sandin,
Jack Barnes, Jane Naccarato, Cathy Bunting, Terry Kanago, Collier Mariano,
Tim and Mary Kingsbury, Sandi Kessel and Wilma Kessel; all my friends in the
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RESURRECTING
RAVANA
Chapter 1
THE NIGHT SKY LOOKED LIKE AN ENDLESS EXPANSE OF black satin sprinkled with
silvery glitter. An owl screeched from a tree branch overhead and a chilly breeze
whispered an ominous secret warning through the pines and firs. At least, that
was how it sounded to Buffy Summers. Secretive and ominous things made up a
great deal of her life.
Buffy and her friends had moved silently since they’d left the van on Rockway
Road. The only sound they made was the crisp crackle of pine needles being
crushed beneath their shoes. As they crept through the patch of woods, two other
noises grew steadily louder: the rushing of ocean waves against the rocky shore,
and the muffled throbbing of raucous heavy metal music playing indoors
somewhere nearby.
Buffy spotted light up ahead and slowed her pace. The others came to a stop
behind her. The cabin came into view through a thicket of wild grapevines.
Buffy raised her crossbow and loaded it with a wooden stake that came to a
deadly point. This stake was different from those she typically used; it ended in a
sharp and shiny silver tip.
“This is it,” Buffy whispered over her shoulder to the others.
Willow Rosenberg, Xander Harris, and Cordelia Chase stood close together with
Rupert Giles behind them. All four carried silver-tipped wooden stakes.
They were looking at a small, rundown cabin in the center of a clearing. It
probably had looked very cozy and welcoming at one time, before years of
probably had looked very cozy and welcoming at one time, before years of
neglect. A single bare bulb cast a dull yellow glow over the covered porch.
Behind the cabin, the woods thinned considerably and a narrow path disappeared
into the night toward the rocky beach. In front, an old barbecue grill leaned
crookedly near a picnic table.
They faced the southern side of the building, where vines had nearly consumed a
small rowboat that lay upside-down on the ground. Five large motorcycles were
parked side by side in the front. The music coming from inside the cabin was
like thunder, and somewhere in all the noise, Buffy heard high, hysterical
laughter.
The Slayer looked up at the moon in the ink-black sky. While it indeed appeared
fat and round, this was the night after the full moon, so it was no longer truly
full. But it was enough to keep Willow’s boyfriend Oz locked up for the night.
“The Blood Moon,” Willow whispered.
Buffy turned to her. “The what?”
“According to the Witch’s Almanac, this is the month of the Blood Moon.”
“Oh.” Buffy looked up again as a bat darted back and forth overhead. “Well,
let’s just make sure we don’t spill any of ours tonight, okay?”
“Good plan,” Xander said.
“Now, remember,” Giles said quietly, “it’s not necessary to hit the heart as it is
with vampires. Getting the silver anywhere into the flesh is what counts. That
should make this a little easier. They’ll be moving very fast, so —”
“And they’ll be hungry,” Willow added quietly. When the others turned to her,
she whispered, “Remember what the book said? About the hunger? That’s what
drives them. Even though they’ve already, um . . . you know . . . eaten.”
“So when they look at us,” Xander said, “they’ll be seeing five double bacon
cheeseburgers with a side of intestines.”
“Speak for yourself,” Cordelia hissed, slapping the back pocket of her Tommy
Hilfiger khakis.
Buffy said in a firm whisper, “Hey, focus. The book also told us how well these
