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Buffy, THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
COYOTE MOON
By: John Vornholt
Synopsis:
As long as there have been vampires, there has been the Slayer. One
girl in all the world, to find them where they gather and to stop the
spread of there evil and the swell of their numbers.
ISBN 0-671-01714-4
#1 The Harvest
#2 Halloween Rain
#3 Coyote Moon
#4 Night of the Living Rerun (coming in mid-February)
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To my researchers,
Nancy, Sarah, and Eric Vornholt, and Lee Whiteside
COYOTE MOON
Chapter 1
The night wind brought a howl that was sharp and high-pitched, like a
baby crying. Only it wasn't a human baby. Buffy Summers paused to
listen as she stepped out of the Bronze, Sunnydale's coolest club.
Of course, it was Sunnydale's only club, and they let everybody in--but
it was still cool, somehow.
The door opened again, and Xander, her friend, stepped into the dark
alley, bumping into her with his gangly body. "Hey, Buffy, this is a
doorway, not a parking lot."
"Sorry," she said. "Do you hear that?"
Xander frowned as he listened to the rock music thumping through the
walls. "Do you think the band finally hit the right chord?"
"No way," Buffy answered. "It was something else, like a howl."
The door opened again, and Willow stepped out and bumped into them. "Are
we pretending to be the Three Stooges?" she asked.
"No," Xander answered. "That's when we all try to go through the door
at the same time. This is where we stand in the alley and listen to...
What are we listening to?"
Buffy shook her mane of honey-blond hair. "I don't know, just some
weird sound--like a howl."
"Are you sure it wasn't the lead singer?" Willow asked.
Buffy sighed. "Okay, so tonight wasn't Lollapalooza at the Bronze. Have
you got a better idea where to go?"
"We could go home and sleep?" Willow said hopefully.
"There's plenty of time to sleep once school starts again," Xander
scoffed. "Biology, English literature, study hall in the library--what
could be more restful? But for right now, we've got to party!"
"He's right," Buffy insisted. "The break's almost over, and it's our
duty as teenagers to have as much fun as possible before school starts."
Willow looked wistful. "I think school's more fun than vacation."
"That's why we hang with you," Xander said.
"You're really bizarre."
 
Buffy started walking down the service road that cut between the
warehouses around the Bronze.
"During those desperate times when there's no party anywhere else, I
know two guys who never let you down--Ben and Jerry! My mom just put in
a supply of cookie dough ice cream."
"My favorite!" Xander claimed.
With Buffy the Vampire Slayer leading the way, the three friends
wandered from the bad part of town, across the tracks, onto a well-lit
suburban street. Buffy had to admit that things had been a bit boring
lately--what with no school plus no vampires to slay--but she wasn't
going to complain.
Vampire vacation was even better than school vacation.
"Listen," Willow said excitedly. "I just heard there's a carnival
opening this weekend in the vacant lot on Main Street, where the
drive-in movie used to be!"
"What kind of carnival?" Xander asked.
"You know," Willow said, "a cheap, tawdry affair with creaky rides and
hokey fun houses."
"Cool!" Xander exclaimed. "Just the thing we need to end the break."
"And blow all the money we made from babysitting," Buffy added.
Enthused about the coming weekend, the three teenagers walked more
quickly past the grassy lawns and sedate houses. Except for the way it
looked, there was nothing sedate about the town of Sunnydale.
It was perched on the Hellmouth, a very special place where the forces
of darkness converged and attracted monsters from all over the world.
Real monsters.
As they walked under a street lamp, Buffy turned and saw a smudge under
Xander's lip. She licked her finger and started to wipe it off. "Hold
still, Xander, there's chocolate milkshake on your lip."
He smiled sheepishly and pushed her hand away.
"Uh, that's my new goatee. I've got that whole Skeet Ulrich-Johnny Depp
thing going."
Willow grinned but quickly covered her mouth.
"Oh, it's very dashing."
Xander beamed proudly. "Do you think so?"
"If you want a mustache," Buffy said, "I think you'd better grow the
hair in your nose longer."
"That stinks," Xander complained, slouching ahead of the girls. "I'll
probably shave it off, but you could let me enjoy it until school
starts, okay?"
 
"Okay," Buffy said with amusement. "Don't wig OUt."
Willow frowned puzzledly at her. "Why do men want to grow hair on their
faces?"
"They're primitive," Buffy said with a shrug.
"Deep down, under all that deodorant and after-shave, most of them would
like to sleep in a cave and pick bugs out of their hairy hides."
"But Xander is more refined," Willow said with a hopeful lilt to her
voice. "He wouldn't really grow a bunch of facial hair, would he? I'm
scared of things that are too hairy."
Buffy twitched as the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on
end--they must not have liked Willow's remark. She also felt a slight
cramp, reminding her of the next full moon. But she couldn't think
about that now, because the hairs on her neck continued their edgy
dance.
She knew they were in grave danger. But from where? From what?
Instinctively she slowed her pace and went into a crouch.
Suddenly a pack of wild animals burst from one of the side yards and
loped to a stop in front of Xander.
With a startled howl, the mustachioed hero sprang backward and scurried
toward Buffy. While her friends fell in line behind the Slayer, the
pack completed a lazy circle around them. Their actions reminded Buffy
of a pack of hyenas she had once encountered at the zoo, but they looked
more like dogs.
Then the Slayer realized what the predators were--coyotes.
She had seen coyotes often in the hills around Los Angeles, where she
used to live, while horseback riding in Griffith Park or walking near
Dodger Stadium. But that was always from a distance--she had never seen
a pack of coyotes at close quarters, and it was a startling experience.
Numbering about fifteen, they were a scrawny, scruffy bunch, with mangy
coats and darting eyes.
Their tongues hung languidly over long jaws and jagged teeth, and they
panted as if they had run a long distance. In their wary eyes, Buffy
saw mischief and intelligence. She knew she should stay on her guard,
but it was hard to be afraid of them when they looked so much like dogs.
Well, maybe dogs that need a bath and a trim. And a decent mud pack,
she thought.
None of them would meet her gaze except for one--an old gray coyote with
rheumy, yellow eyes.
It stopped and stared at her with a wisdom that seemed to be ancient.
To cover his initial fright, Xander swaggered toward the scrawny
predators. "Hey, man, it's just coyotes. Shoo! Go away!"
Some of the scruffy beasts did back away a few steps, but others bared
their long canine teeth.
 
"Xander, leave them alone," Buffy ordered, still in her fighting stance.
"Don't start any trouble."
"Oh, come on, they're just coyotes. You're new here, but we see them
all the time."
"Duh," Buffy said testily. "I saw coyotes in Los Angeles all the time,
too. This bunch looks normal, but there's something wiggins about
them."
Even Willow scoffed at her fear. "He's right, Buffy. It's unusual to
see them this close, but coyotes come down from the hills this time of
year, looking for water."
As if on some silent command, the pack of coyotes whirled gracefully on
their haunches and loped away. Their joyous, high-pitched yips sounded
like a bunch of marauding bandits in an old John Wayne movie. Within
seconds, most of them had disappeared around a corner.
"See, they're chicken!" Xander claimed, proudly puffing out his chest.
He shouted after the coyotes, "Yeah, go on! Get out of here!"
The old coyote with the weird eyes stopped at the corner to look back at
Buffy, and she felt the cramps, the chills, the heaves, and just about
every other warning sign her body was capable of producing.
The animal didn't look annoyed--just curious. Finally it dashed off
after its buds, and their eerie yipping continued to pierce the night
for many minutes.
"They're on the hunt," Willow said cheerfully. "I did a report on
coyotes in zoology, so I know about their habits."
"Don't you think there's something way bizarre about them?" Buffy asked.
"Apart from the fact that coyotes are bizarre, anyway."
"No," Willow answered thoughtfully. "But coyotes are strange. Did you
know, you can train bears, tigers, elephants, and just about every other
creature on earth--but not coyotes. In the wild or in captivity,
coyotes do their own thing. Native Americans have all kinds of tales
about them."
"They're just dumb dogs," Xander said, grinning at Buffy. He put his
arm protectively around her shoulders. "Don't worry, Buff. If you're
scared of those big bow-wows, I'll protect you."
She shook off his gangly arm. "That's real Hercules of you, but as long
as they stay away from us, we'll have no problem."
"Xander is right," Willow said reassuringly. "We see them around here a
lot. Even though coyotes live all over the West, often near urban
areas, it's very rare for them to attack humans."
"I'll remember that." Buffy gave her wispy friend a smile. She didn't
want to get mad at Xander and Willow; after all, it wasn't often they
got to act more macho than the Slayer. Maybe it was just a pack of
especially bold coyotes, new in town, razzing the locals. Still, she
couldn't get the aged eyes of that grizzled coyote out of her mind.
With her heightened senses, Buffy could still hear the coyotes as they
 

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