CATEGORY: Drama, Kind of season 6 & 7 rewrite.

TIMELINE: BtVS Season 6 & 7

English is not my first language, so I'm sorry about the language.

INFO: Faith never was a Slayer, and after Kendra died, someone else was called. And she's emotionally damaged... She came to Sunnydale right after season 5 end.

Pairing: Will eventually be Buffy / Other female. (Actually that other female is Kennedy, but this Kennedy has almost nothing in common with the BtVS canon Kennedy. I used her body & name only because she was the oldest(?) of the potentials, and she was only potential Slayer I know who was a lesbian.)

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Prologue

"Fuck off." She said.

The vampire glared her. "I can assure you of this much: I recommend..."

"Fuck. Off." She repeated.

He looked her with disgust, then he slapped her, and his long fingernails cut her cheek. When she tasted her own blood she smiled. Blood and pain made it bearable, as long as she was in pain and bleeding she knew she hadn't surrendered.

The vampire grimaced and took a whip. When whipping started she closed her eyes and started to build new rooms to her memory castle. Then, without warning, a wave of unfamiliar pain swept over her body, and the bright blue-white light filled her eyes, forcing her to shut them. Every muscle in her body tensed and she pulled the heavy chains so hard that she broke free, and fell face first on the ground. She breathed deeply, trying not to scream. Then her body started to tremble uncontrollably and her head banged on the stone floor.

As fast as her seizure came it was over. She felt good. And strong.

For a moment vampires stared her, but when she tried to get up, they began to rain blows down upon her with such lightning rapidity that she didn't feel them as individual blows; she was in constant pain.

It continued what seemed like an eternity until finally the blissful darkness fell over her broken body.

Darkness. Always in darkness.

At first she hadn't seen anything, but now her eyes captured even slightest hint of light, and she could see faint shapes of the wall, and the hatch on the ceiling. Same enhancement had happened to all her senses. Whatever they did to her it hurt only at first few times, then she got used to it. Her body and mind seemed to be more adaptive than they thought.

Most of her memories were too painful to recall now, so most of the time she occupied her mind by imagining a perfect girlfriend. Her beautiful eyes, hair, lips, breasts, hips, legs, fingers, toes... she knew every inch of her, she was filled by her.

She'd accepted that this small hole was her world that she'd die in there. But as her body was suffering from starvation and dehydration her mind still was trying to find a way to escape.

Imagination. That they couldn't take away from her.

They hadn't broken her. Yet.

She laid her naked body on the smelly and sticky floor and shivered from the coldness. She closed her eyes and laid on the field snuggling with her girlfriend, watching the stars. Sky was clear, and stars were bright, and her girlfriend taught constellations to her. She cuddled against her warm body and fell asleep feeling her hand gently stroking her back.

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She had settled into her chair and unfolded the newspaper in front of her. She glanced at the headlines of the first page. "Drugged water caused resent hallucinations?" She didn't have to read the article, it had happened right after she'd come to Sunnydale and she had fought and killed some of those hallucinations. Demons and dragons. She wondered what had happened to the dragon after that day there hadn't been any sightings of it.

She flipped through the pages, reading only the headlines, she didn't have to read the articles. She already had learned that people of Sunnydale had developed a blind spot. Uncommonly big blind spot that covered everything supernatural. On a back page was a brief article entitled, "Biker gang coming to Sunnydale?" She smiled to herself as she examined blurry picture, it was obvious that the disfigured biker was a demon. At last something was happening, the summer had been boring, so boring that the most fun she'd had was stalking late Slayer's friends as they tried to do her duty. She had helped them, killing as many vampires as possible to keep them safe.

Biker demons, that sounds interesting, she thought.

She lightly flicked the paper out of her hands and stared out from the window. She saw how the horizon was blood red, soon darkness would fall. She stood up, went to her weapons chest and took a sword, knives, stakes and pistols. She laid them in front of her. She carefully cleaned the blade. Then she oiled it, put it back to it's saya and repeated her actions with her pistols, knives and stakes.

Then she dressed and opened the door. Sun had just gone below the horizon, and the street was still filled with people. She ran dodging people, she wanted to get away from them. She climbed over piles of the fallen wall of the cemetery. The cemetery was not much different than it had been before, she wondered if any other place had so many cemeteries which had so many headstones and crypts to crawl over. Even when the demon activity in town was slow, new graves appeared in daily basis.

Suddenly she smelled a familiar scent. "You are good." She said.

"Hey, darlin'," Drawled a stout, British voice behind her. "Yeah, I'm good, though you are very good too. It took weeks to catch you," The vampire said. "And the name's Spike."

She nodded, bitterly, he had surprised her because she was off from her game. More than likely he had patiently waited for her to appear. She cursed inwardly. "William The Bloody."

Spike raised his brow. "You've heard about me?"

She nodded. "Leave."

"Not until I find out who you are and why do you kill demons." Spike said and took a step toward her.

She turned to leave. "Hey." Spike said, and she felt his finger poke base of her spine.

Slowly she turned to regard him again. Her nostrils had begun to flare almost like an animal's, and she seemed to stand a little taller. There was a dangerous light in her eyes and menace in her stance; adrenaline rushed through her and she leaped on him. As they fell on the ground, he used their momentum to throw her over him. Then he cried from pain. She had stabbed his chest with a wooden stake.

She smiled as she got up. "Next... impales your heart," Uncertainty flitted across his eyes as he pulled the stake out from his chest. They stared each other for nearly a full minute, and he withstood the intensity of her nearness and her rage. "Witch's puppy." She stated.

"Why you little—"

"Spike!" Someone yelled.

As he turned to the red witch, she quickly ran into the crypt near by. "Red, I'm busy with my new... She's good... So, what do you want, Red?" He asked.

She watched from the crypt as the witch explained that they needed him to babysat for the late Slayer's little sister few nights because they would be busy. She wondered why the witch was so excited. She had stalked them so long that she knew that excitement was almost natural state of the red witch, but now she was more exited than she'd ever seen her. Exited and nervous.

"I'm not a bloody babysitter!" The vampire stated.

"But you like Dawn," The red witch pouted. "And you're only one of us who's strong enough to protect her."

The vampire groaned loudly. "I'm not a protector, I'm bad. Bad to the bone."

"And that's why we want you to guard her. Big bad guarding her... she'll be safe." The red witch said, and she could hear the amusement from her voice.

The vampire sighed. "Alright Red, I'll do it." He said.

The bar was filthy and dark, but she liked it: it was one place in town where none of the male customers tried to pick her up. They tried to stay as far from her as possible. Customers were mostly vampires and demons, and most of them were relatively peaceful ones, and they knew that most of the times she came there just in the same purpose as themselves; to drink.

From time to time, there'd be a random bar fight, but Willy liked it when she was around. She kept them on their toes. Most of them were there because they had nowhere else to go, or they were meeting someone, planning something horrible. She was surprised that none of them had realized that she could hear them even when they talked quietly. It hadn't been one or two occasions when she'd heard about some demon or vampire activity just by sitting and drinking.

As she walked toward corner table two vampires on it left to find a better place, and she had barely sat down when Willy brought whiskey bottle and glass to her. She leaned back, closed her eyes and listened them, at times taking sips from her glass.

An hour later she'd drank almost half of the bottle, and none of the customers had said anything interesting. She was just about to leave when a new customer arrived. She was a pale and scared human, she went in to the unisex/unispecies bathroom. Her distress interested her. She sat back at her table to wait what would happen.

Then door opened again, and biker demon walked in. He tickled all of her senses and suddenly adrenaline filled her body, flushing effects of alcohol away. She was entirely sober and ready to fight. She glanced at the demon who went to the bartender.

"Blood, human. Mix it to vodka." He said, and she raised her brow, a demon who drank blood? Willy gave a quick glance to her, and only after she gave a nod to Willy, he leaned under the counter. She took a good look at the demon; he was about six feet, big muscles, dark eyes, disfigured face, dressed like a Hell's Angel. She instinctively knew that he was strong.

"Heated or cold?"

"Doesn't matter. Where's the woman?"

Again Willy glanced at her, and she shook her head. Biker demon noticed this and came to her.

"So... you call the shots in here?" He asked.

She nodded.

He sat opposite of her and raised his brow. "You're a human."

She shrugged.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked.

"No."

"I'm a Hellion." He said, obviously expecting her to back off because of the name he'd given.

She didn't. "I'm not impressed." She said.

He tried to grab her throat, but she grabbed his wrist and placed a right jab on to his face. "No one gets to touch me." She said.

Demon rubbed his broken nose, his mental processes were gone beyond the point of disbelief and shock; they simply were not functioning. A small human woman had broken his nose. After a long while, he spoke. "We own this town!"

She shook her head. "No..." She said and stood up. He lunged at her in a blurred motion, but she dodged his attack and he found himself from the floor. "... you don't." She continued.

Now he was cautious, he stood up, and as he snarled a row of an ivory daggers flashed in the light. "So... I have to kill you tonight..."

He leaped across the gap between them and punched hard on to her face. She flew backwards and hit the wall and when he heard sickening scrunch he smirked. He was sure that her skull was crushed, and she was either dead or dying. His eyes widened when she got up, shook her head and smirked. He again lunged on to her. She elbowed him on the jaw and his blood splattered onto her face, and she smirked and licked his blood. When he tried to punch her stomach, instead of her body, his fist hit the wall behind her. He turned around, she was at the other end of the bar.

"How can you move that fast? No human... is that fast." He said as he swiped blood off from his lips.

She shrugged.

"It doesn't matter. I have to kill you now, or Razor will kill me." The demon said.

She lunged to him, and as he dodged her attack she raised her leg and kicked his groin with her knee and pushed him against the wall. She swung her fist into his face with devastating force, before grabbing a sword from its sheath and soon his head was rolling on the floor. She grabbed his head, sniffed it and smiled.

Then she went to the toilet and opened its door, the woman was sobbing at toilet seat. "He's dead." She stated and left before she had a change to say anything else.

When she got out from the bar her ears suddenly caught a whine; she recognized the voice; it was the Slayer's friend. She spring toward the sound. The pack of vampires had surrounded him. She stopped, and watched how he dusted one of them. He must've known he'd die, there was far too many vampires for him to survive. But he fought like a cornered beast. She smiled, she was proud of him.

A large vampire was attacking him, he snarled at the vampire, the vampire growled at him when it ambitiously tried to attack him. The boy dodged his attack, but another vampire hit him and he fell down. She increased her pace and threw one of her stakes. As it sunk in to heart of vampire, she kicked the other vampire away from the boy.

She stood alongside him, as though it was her appointed position. "Here." She said and gave her sword to the boy. "Don't kill me."

"Thanks," The boy said. "You saved my life... for now."

She turned to vampires and growled to them showing her teeth, they glanced each other before attacking. Pulling her leg back she sent a powerful kick to the groin of the nearest vampire, ducked down, sliced one of their stomach with a knife. She was surprised when the boy cut the head off from the stunned vampire. She nodded to him, and then she was in the middle of them, kicking, punching and slicing them like a machine.

They'd been so occupied trying to kill her that they had forgotten the boy until he had already beheaded two of them. She backed up on the boy's side. "Again?" She asked.

He grinned. "Yeah, we have a good thing going on in here; you beat, I kill."

She smiled. It had been her against the world of demons, fighting to survive, and the fact that winning also meant that she probably saved some lives didn't mean anything to her. But this time she had someone beside her. The boy was not a strong or good fighter. She knew that vampires could smell same than she did; the boy was scared. But he wouldn't back off, he stood there and glared back at the vampires.

She lunged on them with such quick fierceness that they tumbled over backward in a ridiculous effort to escape her kicks and punches. Her temper was now shorter than ever. The battle was fierce and quick, and soon remaining vampires fled. She was about to run after them, but then she smelled blood. When she turned to the boy, she saw only white of his eyes just before he fell on the ground.

His jeans were clotted with viscous patches of blood. She inspected him, he had been wounded in the leg. She tore his shirt and quickly made a tourniquet. Then she lifted him on her lap and carried him to the street corner and called an ambulance. Making sure that he'd be okay she waited until the ambulance came.

The hall of the hospital was filled with people waiting their turn, she walked past them to the counter. "Harris?" She asked.

Nurse glanced at her. "First name?"

"Xander."

The nurse nodded. "We have Alexander Harris as a patient."

"That'll be him." She said.

"He's at the third floor, room 311. Are you a relative?"

"Kinda." She answered.

"Well... the thing is, he don't have a health insurance and..."

"I'll pay." She cut the nurse off and gave a credit card to her.

"Than you." The nurse said and gave the credit card back to her.

She nodded and walked to the elevator. For two days she had thought about this. She was sure that He wouldn't leave the battleground, he'd be hunting vampires until he dies. And the Watcher and the Witches seemed not to care about his training. And without training he'd be dead too soon.

"Hi," Xander greeted her when she entered in to his room. "It's my knight...tress in a shining armor... well, in black denim, but my savior, I bow and thank thee."

"Don't mention it." She said.

"I do mention it, I'm grateful that you saved my puny ass."

"I paid your bill."

He frowned. "Why? You already saved my ass."

She shrugged and stared him, sunken in her thoughts.

"Well... I'll pay you back," He said. "I'm Xander."

She nodded. "I know."

He furrowed. "How?"

"I just do," She said and sighed. "You will not stop? Patrolling. Killing vampires."

He growled. "Don't you start that, I don't need a new girl protector, I've got enough those," He furrowed. "Who are you anyway?"

"Nobody," She said and tilted her head. "Your friend is coming." She gave him a paper. "Come here. Alone." She continued and opened the window.

"Hey! This is the third floor, you can't..." He said. "..jump. Damn," She glanced at the open window and sighed. "Gotta be a demon.. well... that figures."

"What figures?" She heard the red witch say as she was hanging from the window sash.

"Nothing. Hi Wil."

"Damn you mister, two days! Two days ago you got hurt and no call. I had to find out from your dad. He was angry, they had asked him to pay your bill and then I came here and your bill was paid... Why didn't you tell anyone that you're hurt?"

He groaned. "Don't tell me that you told Buffy? Buffy's stressed enough already."

"Of course I did... Something came with her. Something sinister."

"Right... never thought it would be that easy. Get me out from here."

She groaned. They had brought the slayer back.