Chris' basement.
Eric: The body is perfect. And if we harvest a head tonight, she'll be ready by sunrise.
Daryl: When you brought me back you promised you'd take care of me. I need this, Chris. I need someone.
Chris: Please don't ask me to do this. Don't ask me to take a life.
Eric: I tried to tell him. If you take a life in order to make a life, the whole thing is a wash. No harm, no foul.
Chris: Maybe you could... you could go out...
Daryl: No!
Chris: Let people know.
Daryl: They can't see me. Chris, you've always been smarter than me. You were always the brains. You're the only one who can help me now. Third and long, seconds to go. Where do you throw? Where do you throw?
Chris: Number five. Daryl's gonna drive.
Daryl: Help me, brother.
[Chris nods. Daryl hugs him.]
Daryl: Thank you. (to Eric) Show me!
[Eric shows Daryl the photos]
Daryl: (points) This one.
Eric: Ha, ha. A man of taste.
[He grabs a pair of scissors and cuts around Cordelia's hair.]
Eric: (sings) My girl / Talkin' 'bout my girl / My girl
[He snips her head off.]
[Cut to the library.]
Willow: I checked the obits. Nothing that would make for a likely candidate.
Xander: They seem kinda picky for guys who had three heads to begin with.
Willow: Formaldehyde.
Giles: Formaldehyde. Yes, yes, yes, yes, of course, it accelerates neural decay in the brain cells.
Willow: After a couple days they're useless. They're gonna need something really fresh.
Buffy: How fresh?
Nikki: probably still living fresh
Willow: Nik's right as fresh as possible.Buffy, you don't think that they would...
Buffy: I think anybody who cuts dead girls into little pieces does not get the benefit of any doubt. I wanna end this thing now.
Giles: I second that.
Buffy: Okay, fine. You guys go to Eric's, we can go to Chris', and meet up.
Giles: (remembering) Oh! I'm supposed to be at the big game, I-I believe it's called.
Buffy: Fine. Go ahead. We'll take care of this.
Giles: Well, yes, but shouldn't I, I-I, um...
Buffy: Okay, then why don't, uh, we all meet there?
Giles: Fine. Yes.
Willow: Buffy? Don't be too hard on Chris. I mean, he's not a vampire.
Buffy: No. He's just a ghoul.
[They leave the library.]
[Cut to Chris' house. His mother answers the door for Buffy.]
Buffy: Hi. Um, I'm a friend of Chris'. I kinda need to talk to him. Uh, do you know if he's home?
[Chris' Mom goes back inside and sits down again. Buffy comes in and closes the door.]
Nikki: Well that was rude
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FanfictionNikki Mikaelson the twin sister of The great evil Niklaus Mikaelson much like her twin was a vampire and a werewolf but was also possessed as by a dream demon who was to week to continue without a vessel so possesed the one that was powerful enough...
