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pBPart 1: The Arrival./B
p
Aimée looked around the darkening street skeptically; her inner thoughts in a state
of turmoil. She wasn't sure why she was infront of 1630 Revello Dr, but that was
the address given to her by her great-aunt as she slipped into the never-ending
slumber. Death. It was waiting for them all, resting over the horizon until they
turned their backs and it could leap out and devour them in one sweep. She
wouldn't let it happen. Straightening her shoulders, as her Great-Aunt Mary had
always insisted she do, Aimée walked carefully up the walkway, keeping a cautious
eye out for any possible dangers. She could hear strains of music floating through
the air and grimaced, Britney Spears, before gently pressing the doorbell that was
barely attached to the house's exterior.
p
Infact, it seemed like the whole house was barely standing, various windows were
boarded up and an unearthly cry could be heard from the basement. Aimée winced,
sorry for the poor creature that was being tormented so, and bit her lip as she
waited patiently.
p
A few minutes later she could hear an exasperated call from inside, inquiring if
anyone had gotten the door. After that, she noted a few dark shadows circulating in
the bushes and her eyes widened a small amount. Pressing the doorbell again, she
tried to ignore the frigid chill that washed over her, but still darted into the house as
the front door was open.
p
"Oh jeez, I'm so sorry!" She yelped, reaching down to offer a hand to the petite
redhead whom she had jostled to the floor.
p
"Don't worry about it, I've been hit harder. I assume you're Aimée?" Willow asked, a
hint of an authoritative tone in her placid vocals.
p
Aimée let out a timid smile and nodded vigorously.
p
"Good, sorry about the wait out there. Buffy was supposed to go meet you at the
bus stop, didn't she show up?"
p
The teenager's brow furrowed, as if trying to think back. "Don't think so. Mary
described her and I didn't see any skinny blonde chicks out there. Just the
occasional black robed Bringer-dude. No problem-o there though, few swipes with
my trusty axe and they went splat." She let out a quiet yawn and looked around
passively. "Is there any way to get away from this bubblegum crap that you guys
call music?"
p
Willow laughed, the look on Aimée's face was priceless. Complete and utter disgust.
"Yah, I usually hide down in the basement. Spike's down there but he's pretty much
harmless. Just don't bring up his past too much and he won't completely kill your
eardrums."
p
"Uh, okay? What's wrong with him?" Aimée asked softly as they walked down the
staircase into the basement.
p
A glowing ember could be seen floating in the shadows and a cool voice sounded
throughout the dark basement. "You know, the norm, got myself a bloody soul." The
ember disappeared, a swishing noise heard as the bleach blonde appeared infront of
Aimée and Willow. "And who might you be, Slayer?"
p
Aimée's face contorted. "What the hell is that? Everyone keeps calling me it, I don't
even know who you people are. I just know that my great-aunt Mary sent me out
here but I'm so fuckin' confused and upside-down and twisted about."
p
The vampire narrowed his eyes, "You mean, you don't know about slayers?"
p
Willow gulped, a horrified look on her face. If Aimée was the slayer that the
prophecies talked about, well they were in deep shit. Buffy was going to have a cow
when she found out. Hmmm, maybe it was better to get Faith - she wasn't nearly as
protective of her 'Chosen'-ness. "Spike can explain everything. I'm going to go get
Faith."
p
Spike growled. "And Buffy?"
p
"No."
p
"Why the bloody hell not? She deserves to meet this new Slayer."
p
"No. Think about it Spike, she hated Faith so much because she couldn't be the only
chosen one. How would she react if suddenly there was another to deal with?"
Willow snapped as she slammed the door shut.
p
Spike coyly smirked, flipping into his game face. "Guess I'll just have to eliminate
this newbie." He lunged, not actually intending to hurt her but testing out her
instincts.
p
A right hook sent him flying into the opposing wall and Aimée stood over him
instantaneously, a sharp leg of a now shattered chair poised against his chest. "I
said I didn't know what a Slayer was, not that I'd never staked a vampire before."
Releasing her strong grip on his neck she stepped back, dipping her head as if
inviting him to strike again.
p
"Lesson One: Never let a vampire go undusted." Spike growled, the pair moving in a
circle. Honestly, he was surprised that she had that much power. He remembered
something that Drusilla used to talk about, 'That the friendly little slayer would
come out to play blindly and would lead to the uprising of all.' Probably just a
coincidence though, no harm, no foul.
p
Aimée rolled her eyes, stepping backwards and dipping into a back walkover as
Spike threw the remains of the chair towards her. "S'not like I'm actually supposed
to stake you. Relax, Jack."
p
A round of applause could be heard from the top of the staircase and a small blonde
woman walked down smiling. "Good job, you're the first potential other than
Kennedy with any formal training. Who trained you?"
p
As Aimée's mouth opened, Spike pushed her down, "Never stop watching your
enemy." Turning to Buffy, "She came over from Boston. Faith's coming down now."
p
Buffy's nose wrinkled, something Spike normally adored but suddenly she was
making him sick. "Faith? Great, well, it was nice to meet you."
p
Aimée narrowed her eyes, not liking this woman much and allowed Spike to help
her out. "Jeez, what's rammed up her ass?"
p
Spike laughed aloud and a sultry voice drifted downstairs. "Started the party
without me, Spike? I'm hurt."
p
"Oh yah, pet. Really devastated, are you?"
p
"You know it." She smiled sincerely at Aimée and extended a hand. "Hey, I'm Faith
but most people here know me as 'murderous, backstabbing bitch', so don't be
surprised if I get cussed out more than twice a day.
p
Aimée raised an eyebrow, "From that bottle blond chick? Wow, I'm surprised she
has the IQ to think that fast."
p
Faith laughed, liking this girl already. "I said she cussed me out, not that it was a
quick comeback."
p
The vampire groaned. "Okay, I like this little girl bonding as much as the next
undead folk but can we please move on to more pressing matters? Like, Buffy?"
p
Faith collapsed on Spike's cot, pulling the vampire and newbie Slayer down on
either side of her. "The way I see it, we have a few options. Hide her powers and
play her up to be a really strong potential, just simply hide her - have her live down
here and you and I take her out on our patrols to teach her, or we come clean that
Buffy's second death created a new superwoman."
p
Aimée groaned, falling sideways so that she was looking up at Faith and Spike.
"GUYS! I am not going to hide like I'm some pushover and Buffy's the evil Nazi
midget. No, not happening. How about I just stay down here, train with potentials
but still go out with you guys. I am the youngest, you guys could just be taking a
more invested interest with me?"
p
"Sounds fine to me." Faith yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. "Spike?"
p
"Whatever, but she'll need a bed or bag or whatever you have them sleeping on."
He said, "I am not giving up my cot."
p
The slayerette scoffed, "Like I'd want to sleep on that lumpy bag of bricks? My
derrière is falling asleep just sitting on it."
p
Faith rolled her eyes. "Come on children. Let's go on a quick patrol, wanna stop by
the Bronze?"
p
"The Bronze?"
p
"It's a club on the other side of Sunnyhell. Faith drags me there every Friday to
'boogie off her blues' as she so creatively puts it." Spike said, trying to convey the
look of annoyance but failing miserably.
p
"Awesome, let's go." Aimée said, rolling off the crowded cot and jumping to her feet.
p
As the trio went upstairs, Spike slipped out into the dark and Faith dragged Aimée
into the living room. "Hey guys, wanted you to meet the newest. Everyone, Aimée,
Aimée, everyone."
p
The young slayer blinked a few times, and forced a smile onto her face before biting
her lip and looking up at Faith. "Ready to go?"
p
Buffy jumped to her feet, head tilted and she asked, "Go where?"
p
"Well, she is by far the youngest. She's 15 and everyone else is almost 18. I
thought it would be nice to take her out and train her by herself until she gains
confidence." Faith said, her temper starting to flare.
p
The blonde sighed and turned away, waving her hand to dismiss them. Aimée raised
an eyebrow and smirked at Faith, "What is this, Court Buffy? You're a slayer too,
aren't you? Why is she acting like the Grand Poobah?"
p
Buffy's mouth dropped and she spun around. "I am in charge here because Faith is
unreliable. I have no desire to push these potentials down her same path."
p
"So you're going to lead them into holy righteousness? Buffy, I've heard all about
you from my Aunt. I believe her exact words were 'watch out for the skinny blonde
bitch'." Putting on an innocent face, Aimée walked out the front door, leaving Buffy
with a confused expression and Faith grinning like an idiot.
p
"Whoa, Aimée 2: Buffy 0!" She laughed, heading out the front door after Aimée.
pBPart 1: The Arrival./B
p
Aimée looked around the darkening street skeptically; her inner thoughts in a state
of turmoil. She wasn't sure why she was infront of 1630 Revello Dr, but that was
the address given to her by her great-aunt as she slipped into the never-ending
slumber. Death. It was waiting for them all, resting over the horizon until they
turned their backs and it could leap out and devour them in one sweep. She
wouldn't let it happen. Straightening her shoulders, as her Great-Aunt Mary had
always insisted she do, Aimée walked carefully up the walkway, keeping a cautious
eye out for any possible dangers. She could hear strains of music floating through
the air and grimaced, Britney Spears, before gently pressing the doorbell that was
barely attached to the house's exterior.
p
Infact, it seemed like the whole house was barely standing, various windows were
boarded up and an unearthly cry could be heard from the basement. Aimée winced,
sorry for the poor creature that was being tormented so, and bit her lip as she
waited patiently.
p
A few minutes later she could hear an exasperated call from inside, inquiring if
anyone had gotten the door. After that, she noted a few dark shadows circulating in
the bushes and her eyes widened a small amount. Pressing the doorbell again, she
tried to ignore the frigid chill that washed over her, but still darted into the house as
the front door was open.
p
"Oh jeez, I'm so sorry!" She yelped, reaching down to offer a hand to the petite
redhead whom she had jostled to the floor.
p
"Don't worry about it, I've been hit harder. I assume you're Aimée?" Willow asked, a
hint of an authoritative tone in her placid vocals.
p
Aimée let out a timid smile and nodded vigorously.
p
"Good, sorry about the wait out there. Buffy was supposed to go meet you at the
bus stop, didn't she show up?"
p
The teenager's brow furrowed, as if trying to think back. "Don't think so. Mary
described her and I didn't see any skinny blonde chicks out there. Just the
occasional black robed Bringer-dude. No problem-o there though, few swipes with
my trusty axe and they went splat." She let out a quiet yawn and looked around
passively. "Is there any way to get away from this bubblegum crap that you guys
call music?"
p
Willow laughed, the look on Aimée's face was priceless. Complete and utter disgust.
"Yah, I usually hide down in the basement. Spike's down there but he's pretty much
harmless. Just don't bring up his past too much and he won't completely kill your
eardrums."
p
"Uh, okay? What's wrong with him?" Aimée asked softly as they walked down the
staircase into the basement.
p
A glowing ember could be seen floating in the shadows and a cool voice sounded
throughout the dark basement. "You know, the norm, got myself a bloody soul." The
ember disappeared, a swishing noise heard as the bleach blonde appeared infront of
Aimée and Willow. "And who might you be, Slayer?"
p
Aimée's face contorted. "What the hell is that? Everyone keeps calling me it, I don't
even know who you people are. I just know that my great-aunt Mary sent me out
here but I'm so fuckin' confused and upside-down and twisted about."
p
The vampire narrowed his eyes, "You mean, you don't know about slayers?"
p
Willow gulped, a horrified look on her face. If Aimée was the slayer that the
prophecies talked about, well they were in deep shit. Buffy was going to have a cow
when she found out. Hmmm, maybe it was better to get Faith - she wasn't nearly as
protective of her 'Chosen'-ness. "Spike can explain everything. I'm going to go get
Faith."
p
Spike growled. "And Buffy?"
p
"No."
p
"Why the bloody hell not? She deserves to meet this new Slayer."
p
"No. Think about it Spike, she hated Faith so much because she couldn't be the only
chosen one. How would she react if suddenly there was another to deal with?"
Willow snapped as she slammed the door shut.
p
Spike coyly smirked, flipping into his game face. "Guess I'll just have to eliminate
this newbie." He lunged, not actually intending to hurt her but testing out her
instincts.
p
A right hook sent him flying into the opposing wall and Aimée stood over him
instantaneously, a sharp leg of a now shattered chair poised against his chest. "I
said I didn't know what a Slayer was, not that I'd never staked a vampire before."
Releasing her strong grip on his neck she stepped back, dipping her head as if
inviting him to strike again.
p
"Lesson One: Never let a vampire go undusted." Spike growled, the pair moving in a
circle. Honestly, he was surprised that she had that much power. He remembered
something that Drusilla used to talk about, 'That the friendly little slayer would
come out to play blindly and would lead to the uprising of all.' Probably just a
coincidence though, no harm, no foul.
p
Aimée rolled her eyes, stepping backwards and dipping into a back walkover as
Spike threw the remains of the chair towards her. "S'not like I'm actually supposed
to stake you. Relax, Jack."
p
A round of applause could be heard from the top of the staircase and a small blonde
woman walked down smiling. "Good job, you're the first potential other than
Kennedy with any formal training. Who trained you?"
p
As Aimée's mouth opened, Spike pushed her down, "Never stop watching your
enemy." Turning to Buffy, "She came over from Boston. Faith's coming down now."
p
Buffy's nose wrinkled, something Spike normally adored but suddenly she was
making him sick. "Faith? Great, well, it was nice to meet you."
p
Aimée narrowed her eyes, not liking this woman much and allowed Spike to help
her out. "Jeez, what's rammed up her ass?"
p
Spike laughed aloud and a sultry voice drifted downstairs. "Started the party
without me, Spike? I'm hurt."
p
"Oh yah, pet. Really devastated, are you?"
p
"You know it." She smiled sincerely at Aimée and extended a hand. "Hey, I'm Faith
but most people here know me as 'murderous, backstabbing bitch', so don't be
surprised if I get cussed out more than twice a day.
p
Aimée raised an eyebrow, "From that bottle blond chick? Wow, I'm surprised she
has the IQ to think that fast."
p
Faith laughed, liking this girl already. "I said she cussed me out, not that it was a
quick comeback."
p
The vampire groaned. "Okay, I like this little girl bonding as much as the next
undead folk but can we please move on to more pressing matters? Like, Buffy?"
p
Faith collapsed on Spike's cot, pulling the vampire and newbie Slayer down on
either side of her. "The way I see it, we have a few options. Hide her powers and
play her up to be a really strong potential, just simply hide her - have her live down
here and you and I take her out on our patrols to teach her, or we come clean that
Buffy's second death created a new superwoman."
p
Aimée groaned, falling sideways so that she was looking up at Faith and Spike.
"GUYS! I am not going to hide like I'm some pushover and Buffy's the evil Nazi
midget. No, not happening. How about I just stay down here, train with potentials
but still go out with you guys. I am the youngest, you guys could just be taking a
more invested interest with me?"
p
"Sounds fine to me." Faith yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. "Spike?"
p
"Whatever, but she'll need a bed or bag or whatever you have them sleeping on."
He said, "I am not giving up my cot."
p
The slayerette scoffed, "Like I'd want to sleep on that lumpy bag of bricks? My
derrière is falling asleep just sitting on it."
p
Faith rolled her eyes. "Come on children. Let's go on a quick patrol, wanna stop by
the Bronze?"
p
"The Bronze?"
p
"It's a club on the other side of Sunnyhell. Faith drags me there every Friday to
'boogie off her blues' as she so creatively puts it." Spike said, trying to convey the
look of annoyance but failing miserably.
p
"Awesome, let's go." Aimée said, rolling off the crowded cot and jumping to her feet.
p
As the trio went upstairs, Spike slipped out into the dark and Faith dragged Aimée
into the living room. "Hey guys, wanted you to meet the newest. Everyone, Aimée,
Aimée, everyone."
p
The young slayer blinked a few times, and forced a smile onto her face before biting
her lip and looking up at Faith. "Ready to go?"
p
Buffy jumped to her feet, head tilted and she asked, "Go where?"
p
"Well, she is by far the youngest. She's 15 and everyone else is almost 18. I
thought it would be nice to take her out and train her by herself until she gains
confidence." Faith said, her temper starting to flare.
p
The blonde sighed and turned away, waving her hand to dismiss them. Aimée raised
an eyebrow and smirked at Faith, "What is this, Court Buffy? You're a slayer too,
aren't you? Why is she acting like the Grand Poobah?"
p
Buffy's mouth dropped and she spun around. "I am in charge here because Faith is
unreliable. I have no desire to push these potentials down her same path."
p
"So you're going to lead them into holy righteousness? Buffy, I've heard all about
you from my Aunt. I believe her exact words were 'watch out for the skinny blonde
bitch'." Putting on an innocent face, Aimée walked out the front door, leaving Buffy
with a confused expression and Faith grinning like an idiot.
p
"Whoa, Aimée 2: Buffy 0!" She laughed, heading out the front door after Aimée.