#;ripperverse

[devilisln-moved]

@gilesian​ said: “For obvious reasons, I couldn’t wait for your permission.” 

     Matt was exhausted. He was pretty sure he had a couple bruised ribs and maybe a black eye? He really hoped not, although he supposed the way they met made for easy enough cover. Better to be a lawyer with a strange hobby than well...a lawyer with an even stranger hobby.

     The knocking hadn’t woken him up but it had gotten him out of bed. Weekends were usually days off unless he was working in the office. He’d been lying on his back trying to will himself to get up and into the shower or maybe run a hot bath, but it in the end it was curiosity more than his own well being to compel him. Matt was a sure a therapist would have a lot to say about that, but he really was curious as to why Ripper was at his door. He supposed he should be more concerned given that he hadn’t told him where he lived, but these days it just wasn’t that hard to find someone.

     Ripper sounded very proud of himself, but Matt had gotten the feeling he wasn’t exactly technologically savvy. Matt truly wouldn’t be surprised if he’d spent hours at a library going through phone books. It was an oddly charming idea.

     “I can’t imagine how hard it was for you, tracking down the home of a semi-public figure,” Matt said with a soft snort. He was lucky that Foggy never used his face in advertising like he’d often threatened. “I’m really going to need you to elaborate on these obvious reasons. Honestly, I’m not my best before coffee.”

[existentialflirt]

     Buffy had been acting incredibly odd lately, not quite as bad as when she returned from L.A. after the Master’s defeat, but secretive the way she was when she was planning on doing something stupid. Now Cordelia didn’t consider herself a snitch, but she wasn’t like Harmony. She’d ride for her friends but die? That was a highly negotiable concept. Tonight she’d had it, though. Buffy had called her, told her to dress cute, and meet her at the Bronze. In retrospect Cordelia realized that should have been the first flag. They never had good bands on Tuesday.

     They’d ended up in on of the more active cemeteries getting tutored on how to hunt vampires, of all things. As though they’d ever have to worry about it! Cordelia had ended up playing bait to draw out a seemingly endless supply of vampires to unwittingly act as subject of Buffy’s brutal crash course in slaying. One would think after the forth time, they’d have wised up, but Cordelia supposed blood lust wasn’t much different from lust-lust. The thirstier you were, the less likely you were to be picky about how you got quenched.

     She started talking the minute she pushed the library doors open, bitching really, her heels tapping out the rhythm of her long, quick, angry stride. Cordelia had expected a presence in the library, Wesley had a tendency to stay late, especially on the nights Buffy patrolled. When she paused long enough to regard the man looking at her with a combination of annoyance and amusement, Cordelia was immediately suspicious. He looked kind of like a bad guy? -- Or a guitarist. I mean, it was fitting given Sunnydale’s popularity with evil entities and indie bands.

     “Uh, hey,” Cordelia smiled awkwardly. It hit her suddenly that she’d been rambling about vampires and slaying like she used to ramble on about the latest fashion trends and cute boys. “So like -- All that stuff I was on about was totally just a LARP. My name’s Cordelia Chase, and uh, Wes and I roleplay together. In a nerdy way, not a freaky one!” For once she was thankful for being exposed to Willow and Xander’s lame, geeky conversations. She may not have had anything to add, but she’d always been a quick study.

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