Buffy's Covenant

Chapter Three: Visiting Old Friends

Disclaimer: The Covenant and Buffy the Vampire Slayer are not of my own creation. They belong to Sony Pictures / J.S. Cardone & Joss Whedon.

Summary: His remains weren't found in ruins left by the burnt down barn. No one knew what happened to him or where he went, but he was back now and intent on draining the power of the one person he underestimated...

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Buffy's Covenant

by PhoenixRae

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III. Visiting Old Friends

CALEB, POGUE, REID AND TYLER all stared out from the back of the long and tinted stretch limo that picked them up as soon as their two hours and five minutes direct flight straight out of Logan airport headed to Hopkins International in northeast Cleveland landed at five minutes to eight in the evening.

The foursome had no idea why they were sent to Ohio by Caleb's mother. Evelyn Danvers had been cryptic about her message to the four of them just before they were dropped off at the entrance to Logan.

"A limo will you pick up from the airport and drop you off to a suburban neighbourhood where you will be met by a Mr. Rupert Giles," Evelyn told the four of them while en route to Boston. "He knows about your gifts and don't worry, he's a man worthy of our trust," she reassured them before they could protest.

"You're not coming?" Caleb asked after his mother was done giving them instructions.

"No."

"Why not?" it was Pogue who voiced out that question.

Evelyn looked from her son's handsome face to the other dark haired young man seated beside him. His hair was longer and his face square, but he too oozed of that rugged handsome charisma that was prominent amongst the four Sons of Ipswich.

"You'll be in capable hands," was all she said before dropping the subject completely.

Now the stretch limo that picked them up from Hopkins rolled to a stop in front of a cushy two-storey house with a porch and planters hanging above the railings; each hanging flower pot was at least a foot apart.

"Talk about major ODD," commented the sole blond member of the four, Reid Garwin, after he stepped out of the limo. His eyes were darted on the equally spaced hanging planters before moving on to the rattan seat on one side of the porch then to the hanging swing on the other. "Man, where did your mother send us, Caleb?" he demanded and turned to the de facto leader of the Sons of Ipswich for an answer.

"I don't know, Reid, I honestly don't know," Caleb answered without bothering to look at his childhood friend. He turned and accepted his duffel bag from the limo driver and thanked him.

Pogue, Tyler and Reid each took their overnight bags that they packed for this unexpected trip down to Ohio just a week before Christmas break.

The four of them stood in a straight line a yard away from the main front porch steps. The limo that dropped them off rolled away, its back taillights breaking once before turning to exit the cul-de-sac. With no other choice left but to go forward, Caleb took the first step and walked down the winding pathway leading to the front porch steps. He was just about to take a step on the first landing when the front door opened.

"Ah, you must be Misters Danvers, Parry, Garwin and Sims," said the tall man with round eyeglasses in what the foursome assumed was a British accent. "Please, come inside. Dinner's getting cold," he invited and stepped aside to gesture them in.