In Our Family Portrait

Part One

"All right, people, listen up," came the voice of commanding officer Hunter Levesque as he stepped through the doors. He made his way to the head of the room and stood in front of a white board, taping up a black and white photograph of a young woman. He turned his attention to his team and motioned to the picture behind him, "Meet Faith Lehane. . .we believe that she has entered Los Angeles late last night."

He took a step forward and opened one of the many folders that were placed on the table in front of him. He grabbed a handful of papers and turned back to the white board. He then taped them below Faith's, they were more photographs of several other people, their faces bruised and bloodied.

"And these are the men and women that have come forth and narrated last night's events at a local nightclub," He continued.

"She did that?"

Randy Orton questioned, his face contorted to disbelief as he stood at the back of the room. He studied the photographs of the victims before he turned his gaze on Faith's.

Hunter spoke in the affirmative.

"With what?"

"Her fists."

Randy's eyebrows shot up, "That's not possible."

Hunter released a sigh, the blond man running a hand through his long hair, "Kid, we work special-ops for a demon research facility. Anything is possible."

"So, you're saying that she's a demon."

Hunter opened his mouth to speak, but someone else beat him to it.

"No, she's human."

Everyone turned their attentions to the redheaded woman seated in the middle of the room. And Lita Dumas shifted uncomfortably in her chair.

Hunter smirked, "She is, but you would know, how?"

Lita looked up at him and chewed on the bottom of her lip. She sighed and gave a shrug of her shoulders.

"Because she's my sister."

Hunter's eyes widened, "Now, that's interesting."

"Wait, if she's your sister then why is her last name, Lehane?" asked Randy.

Lita turned to look at him, "OK, she's my half-sister. We have the same mother, different fathers. My father wanted nothing to do with me and eventually my mother remarried. I was five when I found out I was going to be a big sister. I left the house after I turned eighteen. . .I haven't heard from my family since."

"So, you have no idea what's going on?"

Lita shook her head no at Hunter's question, "But you're going to tell me, right?"

And Hunter nodded his head up and down. The blond man grabbed two more photographs from the open folder and taped them on the white board, this time above Faith's.

"Buffy Summers," he pointed to the first picture of a young blond woman, "is the first Slayer ever recorded in the Initiative's database. A Slayer is a woman, usually at a young age, a teenager maybe, entrusted with superhuman abilities that allow them to fight against vampires, demons, etc. When she died-"

He pointed to the picture next to Buffy's, depicting a young woman with dark skin, "Kendra Young was called into duty."

Lita frowned, leaning forward against the table, "Are you trying to tell me that my sister is a Slayer?"

Hunter nodded, "Kendra was killed by a vampire known as, Drusilla."

"But, from what you've just said, Slayers are a force of good. Why would Faith hurt these people? Unless-"

"She's gone rogue," Hunter explained.

Lita fell back against her chair in disbelief. Her little sister...

"What happened to her? What made her this way?"

"That, I don't know exactly. What I do know is that during a routine patrol in Sunnydale, she had mistaken a human for a vampire, killing him. It wasn't long after that when she aligned herself with the mayor of the town, who was awaiting his ascension. They formed a father-daughter relationship, and under his orders she set out to kill a member of Buffy's team, the vampire with a soul known as Angel. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Buffy comes to his rescue and the resulting battle leaves Faith in a coma."

"Wait, I thought this Buffy girl died?" Randy Orton frowned.

Hunter smirked, "She did, but was revived soon after. Apparently she had drowned, but another member of her team-"

He shuffled through papers inside the folder before he taped up a group photograph next to Buffy's. "Alexander Harris, was with her and managed to successfully perform CPR."

He pointed at the other faces in the picture, "Willow Rosenberg, Rupert Giles, and Daniel Osbourne. Although, I believe that Osbourne is no longer with the team-"

"Dead?"

"M.I.A," Hunter clarified.

"What happened when Faith came out of her coma?"

Lita waited for his answer.

"She wanted revenge on Buffy, even managed to switch bodies with her until she was caught, switched back, and was taken by the Watchers' Council. They are in charge of the Slayers, or so I'm told. However, they aren't very good at doing their jobs because she escaped."

Lita nodded, "And she's here in LA. But why?"

Three more photographs were taped up on the white board. Hunter pointed to the first two, both of men, "Angel and Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, we have reason to believe that she came to finish what she had started in Sunnydale."

"She came to kill Angel. . .It makes sense, I guess. And what about Wesley?"

"He was her Watcher in Sunnydale-"

"So, you think that she'll go after him for revenge, because he couldn't do his job?"

"It's a possibility."

"And the girl?"

Hunter turned to study the photograph of the young woman. It happened to be a school photo and was the only colored photograph of the bunch. He ran a hand through his hair, "Her name is Cordelia Chase. She grew up in Sunnydale, had helped Buffy and her friends on occasion, and moved to Los Angeles with hopes to get away from it. However, she and Wesley now work for Angel. . .and she's also Vince McMahon's illegitimate daughter."