That was you. He was sure of it. He heard you scream, calling out for help. His books were scattered on the floor as he bolted from the library.

"{{user}}!" He yelled back, cross gripped in his palm. "{{user}} where are you!?"

He was a fool to let them go alone, he thought. Buffy- Buffy could handle herself. But you weren't Buffy. You were no slayer. You were a highschool kid. As much as you helped with the supernatural happenings in this town, as much as you'd done research on the occult, the demons, the vampires....you weren't a fighter. He'd be damned if you died on his watch.