Buffy the Vampire Slayer Page #10

Buffy shows her. They do it together for a minute.

BUFFY:

That is so cool.

NICOLE:

Thank you very much.

BUFFY:

Nobody is even gonna look at the

game.

JENNIFER:

Hey, I was thinking, for the dance,

what about a big sign that says

'Don't Tread On Me'. You know, and

a picture of the earth.

BUFFY:

Don't tread on the earth?

NICOLE:

I don't get it.

BUFFY:

How do you not tread on the earth?

I mean, you kind of have to.

JENNIFER:

I never thought of that.

NICOLE:

I gotta bail. You coming?

BUFFY:

You guys blow. I'm waiting on

Cassandra. She's gonna help me

with my history.

NICOLE:

Cassandra's really smart.

BUFFY:

Yeah... She's okay, though.

NICOLE:

I guess.

JEFFREY:

Are you going out with Jeffrey

tonight?

BUFFY:

Jealous?

Jennifer laughs, uncomfortably.

BUFFY:

(continuing)

Don't worry, Jennifer. Someday

your prince will come.

NICOLE:

Yeah, just make sure you do first.

Let's go, guys.

BUFFY:

B'bye.

The other girls leave. Buffy is alone on the empty field.

She looks around her. She starts doing a routine, tentatively.

Then she runs toward the middle of the field and jumps, flies

into an extraordinary series of gymnastic flips and cartwheels.

She rolls into one final flip, a huge one, and lands, a perfect

ten, about three inches from Merrick.

She screams in surprise, steps back.

BUFFY:

(continuing)

God, where the hell did you come

from? You scared me to death.

MERRICK:

I'm sorry. That was impressive.

The... tumbling.

His accent is clipped -- British.

BUFFY:

What? Oh. I used to do gymnastics.

Are you looking for someone?

MERRICK:

I'm looking for you, actually.

BUFFY:

Am I in trouble or something?

MERRICK:

Not at all. My name is Merrick. I

was sent to find you some time ago.

I should have found you much sooner

but there were... complications.

You should have been taught,

prepared.

BUFFY:

What are you talking about?

MERRICK:

I've searched the entire world for

you, Buffy.

BUFFY:

Why?

MERRICK:

To bring you... your birthright.

BUFFY:

My birthright? You mean, like a

trust fund?

Merrick looks at her.

BUFFY:

(continuing)

I had a trust fund my great-

grandfather, or maybe it was an

inheritance, 'cause he's dead, and

I spent it on shoes.

MERRICK:

You must come with me. It's much

too late already. You must come

with me to the graveyard.

BUFFY:

Wait a minute. My birthright is in

the graveyard? Later not.

MERRICK:

Wait!

BUFFY:

You're one of those skanky old men

that, like, attack girls and stuff.

Forget you. My, um, my boyfriend

is gonna be here in about thirty

seconds, and he's way testy.

MERRICK:

You don't understand. You have

been chosen.

BUFFY:

Chosen to go to the graveyard? Why

don't you just take the first runner

up, okay?

MERRICK:

You must believe me. You must come

with me while there's still time.

BUFFY:

Time to do what?

MERRICK:

To stop the killing. To stop the

vampires.

BUFFY:

Let me get this straight. You're

like, this greasy bum, and I have

to go to the graveyard with you

'cause I'm chosen, and there's

vampires.

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