The Male Slayer - A Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fanfiction

VIII. The Problem Solving and Investigations Branch (Chapter 2)

The next morning...

Robson poured himself a cup of coffee from the kettle, exhaling with satisfaction after taking his first sip. He hadn't rested well last night, instead he had been researching between tossing and turning. Still nothing had been found. 

Oz opened the door to the office and strolled in, "No sign of them yet?" he asked Robson.

"No." Robson replied, sentences being too much for him and his exhaustion currently, single words will have to do. 

"You look like you slept a total of five seconds." Oz remarked, sitting at the desk he had since claimed as his own. 

"Yep." 

A few minutes later, James and Marcie appeared, covered in thick blue blood from head to toe. James dropped the sword he had with him onto the floor. "It's got Doyle." 

"It's got Doyle?" Oz asked, for clarification.

"It's got Doyle." James repeated. "We killed all the babies we could but that big bastard was impossible to reach, let alone stab with a tiny sword." 

"Context may be needed." Marcie reminded James quietly.

"Yes, what did the blasted thing look like?" Robson questioned, desperate for closure on the matter.

"A massive chameleon, with a lot of baby chameleons." James began. 

"Interesting." Robson thought aloud, approaching his desk full of books. He opened one and flicked through the pages. "What else?" 

"It was like a neon blue, a colour which I now hate after that experience, and it's tail seemed like it could stretch for miles." James continued. "The looks people gave us on the train back here."

"It's how it was able to grab people from outside, it blended into it's environment, which makes me think it has some sort of sensory organ in it's tail." Marcie elaborated. "Is there a shower in this damned building?" 

"Down the hall, up the stairs, third door on your right." Robson answered quickly, "Here's your demon." 

He handed James the book he was looking at as Marcie headed off to have a shower. "Robson, this thing is green." 

"It has everything you've said it has. That's your demon." Robson replied. 

"Maybe it comes in different colours?" Oz suggested.

"It says here, 'The Orphelious-Chamerechon varies in size, depending on it's age, and glows a bright green.' I'm telling you, something's not right here. The thing was definitely blue." James said, looking at the two worriedly. 

Robson rubbed his chin in wonder, "Was there any sign of the boy?" he asked.

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"Agh, Jesus." Doyle cursed as he began to come to his senses. He looked around to find himself tied around a pillar by the chameleon's tail, or at least Doyle hoped it was it's tail. He spotted a dozy-looking boy to his left, and put two-and-two together. "Oi, are you Derek?" 

The boy looked up, his eyes barely open, "Wha- who?" 

"Don't worry, I'm here to rescue you. First, just very quickly, someone's gotta rescue me first, because this thing's tail is really tight." Doyle told the boy, trying desperately to shift the chameleon's tail. It seemingly started to move, and Doyle cackled with laughter at his victory. His happiness didn't last long though, as it's grip tightened around him again, letting go of Derek, who dropped to the floor. Doyle began to be lifted into the main cave area by the tail. "What are you waiting for? Run, for god's sake!"