Story Name – Brand New Day

Story Summary – In a world where vampires are dominant and humans are their slaves broods an eerie dark plot of the past Slayer and her plans. But now the present Slayer, Buffy, is enslaved by a family of Slayer hunters, when she unlocks her powers she finds an opening available to her and to all human race, and to get to it she must untangle the roots to an bleached blonde's heart.

Chapter Summary – Meet Faith our past Slayer, her prized revolution and the Three Knights.

Authors Notes – Stabb here. This isn't any old Buffys a slave and her and Spikey have some love thing going on fic. It's a bit twisted I can say. Im pretty proud. I got a few chapters written up. Read. Minimum flammage please?

Prologue – Three Black Knights

"The world works like this.
God made people
People were meant dance and sing and cry
So these people would dance fervently
Sing their very hearts out
And cry until their tears made the oceans
But then through it all their crying, singing, and dancing;
The world which bred them--swallowed them up.
Leaving nothing but their ashes.
Until out of their end came a beginning."

Prologue: Three Black Knights

Here, the night does not sleep.

Here, instead of tucking in and resting its bulging head, it reawakens and becomes as viscous and blood thirsty as ever. It does not curl and roast in slumber, instead it lights up like a fiery tornado and ravages the sky with husky breath. Cars that shouldn't be woken, are shredding roads, squealing and eating away at tar. Shop lights flicker themselves on while they should be clicked off, and pedestrians… well… they aren't incredibly welcome, but nonetheless they exist, stroll, run, or spring themselves down the streets. Eaten up by cars, or tumbling down the passage ways of the nicely paved tunnels. Here, at the swoons of night, it is the loudest.

This shouldn't be the norm… should it?

In the fire lights of the hot and sweaty night lays a girl her face is a deep and auburn tan while her dark devouring black eyes scan the area around her. She scuffles across another grubby alley way tossing a handful of stringy black hair from her face, she found herself once again annoyed by it, and then quickly wounding it about in a tight professional looking bun. She stalks the sidewalks that are broken apart by very determined weeds and by her technique and jerky movements creates this alley cat feeling that is contagious to every vampire on the street. It leaps from one another like wildfire cornered into an edge. Deep inside each of the vampires is this little pulse, a pulse that should be silenced but still rings out. If these vampires were older and not so domesticated then the girl would be alerted and in a sticky situation. But thanks to some generations of siring, the vampires quickly shrugged off the alien feeling and returned back to their nightly business. These vampires are too tame, too used to having their lives served upon them on a silver platter. They are too blinded to even sense their cores and the instincts that are supposed to be etched in their DNA coding as demons. These aren't real vampires… the girl harshly cries inside her mind, vampires are evil demons that fight and burn until everything smolders into ashes. These are nothing but pampered inhuman bodies.

The girl who was now whipping around another corner was clad in black. Her jet black jeans were straddling and too short as they hugged tightly to her thighs, a tube top that matched them was equipped along with a soft and weathered leather coat that grazed around her hips, and looped around her neck was a forbidden device that was a sterling silver. A cross. She had a bag slung around her shoulder, a simple knapsack thing, but inside it were the real treasures. Laying buried in the pockets were bottles of sacred holy water, that had been pickled away for probably decades since no churches were around for miles and miles, most had been burned and destroyed in the revolution. Three stakes that had been fastened out of wooden chairs lying about, a crusty old crossbow with a weathered string, along with two large metal crosses that had also been along with the pickled holy water that she had discovered in her late owners house.
Before her calling.

It was a strange coincidence that her owner had once been a Watcher before he had been turned. Maybe too much of a coincidence? Her mind rattled and rung inside with still unanswered questions, on the bag was a stitching and it read Faith. That was her name.
Faith the Slayer, the chosen one, the lone one, the appointed one, maybe the annoying one, but she was what she was. One.

Faith took two back wards looks around her before she darted off once more. Through her Slayer enhanced senses she could whiff out the begrudged smells of gnarled gas and gunpowder. Most of the time, the gas smell would be of no value to her. There were many cars that were driven around by the cultivated vampires, so the very common rugged sense was of no surprise. It was the gun powder that startled her… for you see, why would a vampire need gun powder when his weapon is already lodged into his face and muscles? These were the Three Black Knights.
And they're steeds were the three slick black Sedans that straddled the graveled road with pride and tore through it as if it was some play thing. The grumbling and snarling vehicles were drawing closer by the feel of the earth, Faith's eyes widened as she groped for the most important and revered item. Twisting herself around another bend she quickly snapped the softened (with time) parchment open to reveal its caramel color and dark bleeding letters. It was the reason of Faith's attempted escape and of her first killing of a vampire. This… this piece of paper would be her knight in shining armor. Her hope. All their hopes.

It would remold the once lost mankind.

But she wasn't the only one after its whispering secrets.

So she had to depart to leave this rotting town and found a witch which was by no means here. Every spiritual being was probably slaughtered before they could even whimper out a cry. No, if she wanted her deed to be cast she would have to leave. For good.

Another quick dash around a crook and into the deep spikes of a fork she flashed across the streets. Maybe if she kept her pace and kept coiling around these streets she could throw off her pursuers and get out of this hell once and for all. But as she moved and paced, she couldn't help but hear the growls of the motor cars edging their ways towards her. The pamphlet now outside its home of her bag and under her armpit, was flapping in the wind gently. The vampires around her with their dull senses were beginning to become more attentive as they watched her scramble down the streets. Though her behavior was strange, they probably thought that she was some enslaved human doing a hasty errand for her master, but nonetheless Faith captured their attention. And that was not wanted.

And then came the sudden rumble not only in her gut, but behind her.

There stood behind her was a large greasy looking black Sedan turning a red lit eye to her turning back into gear at the sight of her. Oh no. Faith could feel her eyes widen in the socket, and more importantly the burn that was itching in her Slayer thighs, they were yearning for that run, their instinct was now wailing out. The large almost angry looking vehicle switched into drive and began to inch towards Faith in that taunting slow driven way. Her heartbeat picking up she darted across the street and began to grope for her crossbow that was perfect for long distance shooting if those pesky little drivers decided to reveal themselves. Well… if she actually aimed right. You see, Faith had only used the crossbow once, and that had been on her owner Wesley because he caught whiff of her scheme and attempted to stop her. It hadn't been much of fight, though Wesley was a dark vampire he was more of a pacifist than anything. Which a lot of times Faith admired him for and others mocked him for. But even though Faith had silent respect for his awe-spiring decision, this had not stopped her from protecting her delicate plan. Nothing could do that.

So as Wesley began to corner her, her collar now torn off, but his whip still sizzling and laying inside his palm she had whipped out the crossbow. It had taken three shots for her to capture his heart until he dispersed into a cloud of sandy smoke. So lets just say that Faith's aim wasn't something that should be betted for.

Despite it all though, the car slowed and revved as it caught glance of the bouncing crossbow and she could predict the driver inside, mind was churning with thought. The vampires around her were more alarmed then ever as they saw the crossbow, even though they had been broken they knew of their kinds falls. The stake, holy water, the cross, and (the thing they have forgotten) the Slayer.

So the rare sight of a crossbow in the hands of a human no less (with no collar) was quite strange and a bit… frightening to them. Faith gave a wild grin as she cut through a crowd as if a knife and howled out. A vampire interconnected with hers with words.

"Wha… was that a crossbow?"

"Why does she have no collar!?"

"Is that car following her?"

"WHAT THE HELLS GOING ON?"

Faith almost broke out in ragged laughter as she dived another panicked crowd that leapt from her as if she was wild fire. The Sedan was taking no chances now, a large bear hand revealed itself from a glossy black stained window and inside it was a dark revolver. Ah, that proves the gun powder… her mind questioned. She felt surprisingly nimble and rebellious and screeched as a few shot avoided her barely, the rowdy crowd of vampires also spoke out their minds as they saw the bullets fly by.

"Was that a gun!"

"Those are illegal!? The government will be af-"

"Oh my demon, get the hell outta here!?"

"Why are they trying to shoot that human!?"

"She's a felon that's why!"

Faith found the streets emptying themselves which was a downside on her part, she needed the security shield of the other vampires to cloak her from the eyes of the Sedan which had now been joined by another of its Black Knights. There was no doubt the third would unveil itself soon, and then Faith would be a load of trouble. The first was trailing behind her at a steady pace, while the other was beginning to catch up with the Slayer speed. Both were armed and shooting madly at her. Faith found herself panicking also.

What if she couldn't escape and lose this crowd? What if she was caught and they got hold of her parchment? No. No this was not going to happen. This was for mankind, because this… this SOCIETY it wasn't right. Wasn't supposed to be. Faith knew this, her sources had seen it. And damn did she trust that source.

Those were her thoughts until she felt a scorching pain arch up her back and into the pitfall of her heart. A bullet.
A blinding and scorching pain began to race up and down her back, blood began to mound together as its pathways were blocked and then she could feel it. Her heart. Squirm around by the wound, by the bullet caught inside of it. And in that moment, in that single whole hearted bullet, she knew it.
She was going to die.

It wasn't the wound that was now in the back parts of her abdomen, (even though it did help) it was that inching and crawling feeling that was now digging inside her. Devouring the bits and bits of Slayer power that once reigned supreme inside her. It was telling her it was time to die. Time to rest. And surprisingly Faith was not afraid, as she would have a while ago. Death actually looked inviting, she welcomed it inside her, the burden of being a Slayer did have its small ups, but mostly it had its downs. Generations were trusting in her, vampires were loathing and despised her, and most of all… she could never rest. Now she felt rest coming, rest blooming inside her. Her legs began to weaken and her heart rate began to slow, most of all the Slayer strength began to drain from her… soon she would be free … soon this life would be nothing but a memory…soon….

THE PAPER!

It jolted the last of her life, the feel of the paper, the feel of a brand new life for humans. She found herself still running in a pathetic and saddening way, the parchment slipping from her hands. She recaptured it the pain was now numbed in her back killing the nerves and destroying her brain, dawdling her death and postponing the pain. Faith felt almost luck drawn because a truck dwindled by even if in surprise by the scene of two Sedans with guns firing about and a girl with blood pouring from her body, Faith found her way onto the back bumper and clung to it in desperation. Death may be coming at a wild and dangerous pace but she would beat it that was for sure, she would find a home for this parchment, this revolution, for the next Slayer. Even in her bleeding heart now she could feel the next Slayer arouse from her deep enchanted slumber and be reborn inside a new body, the one inside her was fading away. The truck read a family's name, one she could trust, or… at least one member of it she could trust, the Richards.
Inside the trucks backside were large padded boxes shuffled together inside them were shrouds of stuffing and arrays of books and leather bounds. In her hot desperation she pulled her fingers and wedged them between the boards of one isolated box feeling her fingers began to bleed the box finally pried open she saw the books and dug until she touched the last one it wasn't large nor was it even a incredibly important one. But the secret was that in the back flapping was a secret hide away…one large enough to fit her revolution to fit….
Throwing her bag alongside inside with the box, she gave a soft smile. Yes she might've failed tonight, failed her duty to rise the human race out of the gutter as a Slayer, yes. But she had created a brand new path for the fresh Slayer to follow and to be the hero and bring about the world from this sham and into the light which they haven't seen in so long.

She might not be told throughout history and when spoken of had a tone of respect and admiration. No. But in her heart, she would know that she had a part in this play. And that was good enough for Faith.

She threw herself off the truck, and in midair her heart gave out and she transcended into a place where a weary and tired(not so long career) Slayer could rest forevermore.

"Slayer…"

Buffy aroused from her strange and weary sleep turned about. The dream had felt so strange… so real… her heart even gave out a quick and fluttering ache. Buffy now alarmed by the startling dream found falling back into sleep an almost impossible task. She used her two back arms to lift herself from the grubby floor of the Ship – Christine – and readjusted her electric collar that signified her not only human but as a slave. For some reason this jolt and quivering feeling was wafting about inside her, keeping her from curling up in her rest place sandwiched between two other slaves. Her eyes wandered around to her companions who were all sleeping and cradling their broken bodies for the day tomorrow. The auction.

Buffy swiped a long lock of blonde hair from her face that revealed her astonishing green eyes and groaned. This would be a sleepless night.

Authors Notes – Hey I hope that was okay for you. I'm excited for this AU. Oh and I'm also sorry if Faith was out of character. I was going for that 'on a mission' feel. Oh well review please, flames welcomed don't go overboard

Next Chapter – We learn more about our upcoming characters and their plans.