This story came about from an episode of femmeslash for fans radio. There was an episode dedicated to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Loved it, and since that time, I have been working on this. None of the characters belong to me. I make no profit. But I hope you enjoy...

Willow and Kennedy walked through the park holding hands. It had been six months since the last Apocalypse in Sunnydale. Things had been relatively quiet on the demon front. It seemed that activating the Slayers had gone a long way towards any big bads from rearing their seven ugly heads. Smiling at her girlfriend, Willow asked, "How long do you think things will be like this?"

Returning the grin, Kennedy answered, "Like what?"

"Well I don't want to say the 'Q' word, but it seems like we have had too long of a reprieve in the demony activity."

"But that is a good thing right?"

"Of course. I just wonder how long it will last."

"Who knows? I personally am getting a little bored though. Dusting the occasional vamps really isn't all that exciting anymore. Even training with the other Slayers has lost its' luster. Not that I am in a rush for another Apocalypse or anything, but something exciting would be nice."

Willow giggled, "Something like?"

Kennedy let go of her girlfriend's hand. "I don't know." Her eyes became animated. "How about a big green dragon? Fire breathing, scaly, bad attitude..."

"A dragon?"

"Yeah! Like really pissed off. And in need of a serious attitude adjustment or a breathmint." Kennedy began throwing punches into the air.

Laughing, Willow said, "Sorry to disappoint you honey, but dragons are extinct."

"Damn," Kennedy replied. She stopped in her tracks and began thinking. "What about Godzilla?"

"Sorry, but he wasn't real, and I am not sure he was always a bad guy."

"Damn again. Godzilla was redeemed? Can't very well beat on a good guy. Not really a way to gain fans."

Both girls laughed. "Okay," Willow said, "that's a no on the dragon, and no on Godzilla. Got anything else?"

"How about a giant?"

"How big?"

"At least eight feet tall. And hairy."

"Yuk. Hairy is gross."

"And he has to have a big nose."

"Why?"

Kennedy stopped mid-stride. "So it'll be extra gushy when I break it."

"That is...eewwwy Kennedy."

Kennedy just laughed. "You know what would be cooler?"

Willow giggled. "I can only imagine."

"A big slobbery plant creature."

"What?"

"Yeah, you know a cross between Poison Ivy and Seymour."

"Seymour?"

"You know..." Kennedy puffed up her chest, "Feed me Seymour, feed me."

Willow began howling. "Babe, I don't think Seymour was the plant."

"Well I never paid that close attention."

Willow's cheeks began to hurt from the laughter. Kennedy continued her thoughts. "Poison Ivy is hot. Forget crossing her."

"Got a crush on a red headed plant woman?"

Kennedy locked eyes with Willow. "Maybe. Maybe I gotta thing for redheads."

Willow closed the small distance between the two of them. She wrapped her arms around Kennedy's neck. "I could be into plants."

"Really?"

"Mmmhmmm..." Willow glanced down at the ground and closed her eyes. Kennedy looked down at the ground. A small plant sprouted from the ground and instantly budded. Kennedy looked back at Willow.

"Yeah, you are much better than Ivy."

"Flatterer."

Kennedy leaned in to kiss her girlfriend. She bent her head down about half way. Willow closed her eyes in anticipation.

"What about glowing blue men with yellow eyes?"

Willow giggled, but kept her eyes closed. "Kiss first and then we'll play that game again."

Willow felt Kennedy's body stiffen. She opened her eyes and looked up at her girlfriend. Kennedy was staring straight over her shoulder. Willow became worried. "Kennedy?"

"Willow, turn around."

Willow turned to see three glowing blue figures walking straight toward them. Kennedy shifted around to place herself in between the men and Willow. Willow whispered, "They could be friendly blue somethings."

Kennedy's eyes never left the approaching strangers. Six feet tall and clothed in black robes. Their hands hung out the ends of the arm holes. They glowed with a blue hue. Their faces were partially covered by a hood, but the blue hue was there as well, and a soft yellow outlined their eyes. They stopped a couple of feet short of the two women. The figure in the middle timbered, " Which one of you is the witch?"

Kennedy looked intensely at him. "Who wants to know?"

Yellow eyes scrutinized the Slayer. "Are you the witch?"

Kennedy shifted slightly, mentally and physically preparing herself for a scrap. "Once again, who wants to know?"

The middle figure removed his hood. "I am Pron of the Savonari. I seek the witch. Her signature has led us to this place. Again, I ask, are you the witch?"

Kennedy arched her eyebrow, "Depends. What do you want with me if I am?"

"My business is with the witch. If you are not her, then step aside."

"Not likely."

"So be it." He waved his hand and Kennedy felt as if a train had hit her. She was sent flying as she felt every bone on the left side of her body break. Willow screamed and ran towards Kennedy. WIth a wave of his hand again, he brought Willow to a stand still. She looked his way trying to boost her resolve to be brave. It's okay Willow. Nothing to be afraid of. They're just Smurfs. Overgrown Smurfs who do magic. No worries.

"Why are you afraid of me? I can sense your incredible power. Surely you have nothing to fear?" Pron asked. His eyes began to radiate red and Willow could feel the cold coming from his skin. WIllow looked at Kennedy who was struggling to breathe. Blood was pouring from her mouth and nose. WIllow looked back to Pron, who was staring at her intently.

"You must have me confused with someone else. I am not a witch."

"You lie. Someone of your magical strength is a rare find. And we have been looking for you for awhile. I wish to discuss our future together." Pron smiled ominously. He took a step toward Willow, and took her hand in his. "You will be a wonderful addition to the army."

"Army?"

"Feel what can be given to you." Willow's eyes snapped shut and in her mind visions flew by of her conquering worlds, races bowing to her might, every desire being fulfilled. And she felt the darkness start to envelope her. She had known the feeling before. It had left her battered, and dirty. It had once been so intoxicating, but now she would expel it from her body.

"No!" Willow shouted throwing her hands up as if to shield herself. Pron was sent stumbling backwards. Willow's eyes and body began to glow white.

Pron smiled. "There she is. The one to turn the tide." He started to walk towards Willow again. He was stopped short by one of his companion's hands on his shoulder. His head jerked up drawing a deep breath into his nose. "Pron," one of the figures warned, "they will be here soon."

"Damn. I will see you again witch. This is not over." And with his last word, all three of the figures disappeared into thin air. Willow stopped glowing and she quickly rushed to Kennedy's side.

"Baby, oh, don't move. It's going to be okay."

Suddenly two more cloaked figures appeared. These however were clad in green and white. And while they glowed blue as well, their eyes were green. "They are not here Zaz," one of the figures said.

"I know. We must have just missed them."

They both looked to Willow and Kennedy. "Did you see them?"

Willow nodded. "Who are you people? What is going on?"

Zaz looked at Kennedy. "Let me help her." He moved to kneel next to Kennedy.

Willow stammered, "Can you help her?"

"Maybe. Sshhh..." Zaz closed his eyes and began to utter in an unknown language. Between each word one of Kennedy's bones would make a cracking noise. She screamed out in pain with each word. Willow tried to rush Zaz, but Mahzi held her back.

"Don't. He is helping her."

"He is killing her!"

"No, be still and wait."

For two minutes Kennedy went through the strange process. Soon Zaz stopped speaking, and just looked at the Slayer. Kennedy blinked a few times but found that she was not in any pain anymore.

"I am sorry that was painful to you. The magic of Pron is strong. I have bound ancient magic to your bones. If you should run into him again, he will find it difficult to do this again to you."

Willow hugged Kennedy. "Thank you."

"You are welcome, but now we must leave."

"Wait!" Kennedy stood up. "He was after her," she stated while nodding towards Willow.

Zaz and Mahzi scrutinized Willow. "Why?"

Willow shrugged. "He said he wanted me to join him. Be part of an army."

Zaz muttered something to Mahzi. "Then you are not safe. Are gifted in magic? You must be."

"I am," was all Willow replied.

"Then protect yourself magically. Find a way to conceal yourself. We are chasing him, but we have not been successful in catching up to him. I am sorry we cannot stay. I wish you luck." And with his last words, Zaz disappeared. Mahzi, however, lingered.

"Prepare yourself as well. Pron is strong and not easily deterred, and the master he serves is relentless." And with a nod of her head towards the women she disappeared too.

"Holy shit Willow. I take back what I said about being bored."

"C'mon Kennedy. We need to let the others know what just happened."

Buffy was drenched in sweat. She had just finished her five mile run, and was trying to cool down and catch her breath. She sipped from the water bottle in her hand. The sun was high in the sky. Since the Hellmouth had been closed in Sunnyville, life had surprisingly granted her a reprieve in her Slayer's duties. She had traveled recently, and had found happiness in Italy. Once the Scooby gang had all gone their separate ways she found she didn't miss the hectiness that her life had always seemed to have been. It wasn't that she didn't miss her friends, she just enjoyed being able to breathe and not constantly worry about what was around the corner. Being in Italy had given her the opportunity to take stock of her life, and helped her to discover what her new purpose was. School. Buffy had enrolled into the university nearby. It wasn't hard to find classes in English. And at night she was training new to the fold Slayers.

After the Council had been wiped out, Giles and Willow had done some digging, but managed to tap into the Council's considerable bank accounts and investments. Apparently not everything had been lost, and now Buffy was set for life. "Stuffy old bastards." Buffy mumbled. There was definitely no love lost for the Council. Giles was about the only bright spot out of that group. At least their lives had come to something. She looked up at the house at the end of the driveway. Vintage Italian farm house. In sharp contrast was the blue Pagani Zonda in the driveway. Such a guilty pleasure it had been to buy it. She felt like saving the world over and over made the hefty purchase justifiable. Mostly she drove an old pick-up truck into town. But there were nights when she just wanted an adreline rush and the Zonda was the way to get it. That and the Motoguzzi she rode as well. Buffy sighed. "Hardly a sin to have bought a motorcycle as well."

Of course Xander had insisted on teaching her how to drive all three, one eye or not. Xander had taken some of the Council money and traveled as well. Losing Anya had been very difficult. He had stayed in Italy for a few weeks of driving lessons and house inspections, and then he left for Africa. Buffy was a little surprised that he decided to leave, but he just hadn't felt like being anyone's company. Africa had seemed like an odd choice, but he wanted to go and build houses and facilities for the impoverished there.

Willow and Kennedy had taken off to South America. Willow's transformation into white witch-goddess had left a desire to know more of what she was, and more importantly what she was capable of. Buffy was glad she had taken Kennedy with her. Not that she disliked the girl, but yeah, admittedly she wasn't a fan. She was such a stark contrast to what Tara had been. Where Tara was selfless, Kennedy left a lot to be desired in the compassion department. But Willow and Kennedy loved each other, and Buffy accepted it. Her best friend's happiness was important to her, and Kennedy made Willow happy. "Ugh. How about I get a little lucky in that department?" she said to no one in particular. Even Giles had someone. Some great "bird" was what he called her. Olivia was a witch in the coven Giles had found in England. She was a sweet, late 40's dark haired Wiccan. There was nothing extraordinary about her. Well, she wasn't freaked about all the things Giles had seen or done. In some way that made her more than the normal woman. She helped Giles locate the other Slayers, and was currently assisting him in rebuilding the Watcher network. Buffy and Giles had agreed that the new Slayers would need Watchers. Re-forming the Council had been a topic hotly debated among the group. Everyone had agreed the Watchers were definitely needed. For now Gles were being relied on to recruit and train future Watchers.

"A bit hot out here love?"

Buffy was instantly snapped out of her thoughts. Shock barely had time to register before a fist was planted squarely on Buffy's nose. There was a sickening cracking sound as Buffy's vision blurred and blood poured from her nose.

"Did I catch you unawares? Tsk, tsk."

Buffy blinked her eyes to try and refocus. Her vision cleared just in time to duck a kick aimed at her head.

"You won't be able to beat me Buffy."

Buffy blinked again. "How is this possible?"

Her assailant looked high into the sky and smiled at the sun. "It feels wonderful. I imagine I will enjoy killing you under the sun."

Buffy righted her body and stood in a defensive stance. "I am not sure how you are walking around in the sun Druscilla, or how you snuck up on me, but," Buffy wiped the blood from her nose, "I am pretty sure that you have bitten off more than you can chew."

Druscilla cocked her head to the side, and suddenly disappeared into thin air.

"What the f..." Buffy's thought wasn't comletely finished before Druscilla reappeared behind her and planted a kick into Buffy's ribs. When the blow landed she promptly disappeared again. Buffy dropped to her knees gasping for air. How the hell is she doing this? Out of the corner of her eye Buffy saw Druscilla reappear and lunged in her direction. Buffy wasn't all that surprised when she missed Druscilla who had disappeared again. What was surprising was the force of Druscilla's heel into the small of her back. Druscilla leaned over and grabbed a handful of Buffy's hair, jerking her head back, while still keeping her heel planted.

"How does it feel Slayer to know your time is up?"

Druscilla's other hand was holding an energy ball that was getting biggerevery second. Buffy closed her eyes and thought of her sister Dawn, and waited for death to take her again...Suddenly a blast from an unknown source hit Druscilla in the chest and sent her flying backwards. Buffy's head stayed up long enough to see a figure cloaked in green and white approaching her. She heard a distinctively feminine voice speak, "Are you one of Savon's new generals? I must warn you the previous ones didn't last two minutes against me."

Druscilla scrambled to her feet, energy ball in her hands again. The robed figure looked her over. "That won't be effective."

Druscilla hurled the ball towards her new opponent. The ball charged its' target with a fierce speed only to stop half way and go blazing back at Druscilla. Druscilla's eyes opened widely with surprise just before she was struck by her own energy ball. As her backside hit the ground, two figures materialized next to her. Pron removed his hood and looked at the battered Slayer and then at the cloaked figure in green. "You are outmatched. Give it up," he snarled.

The figure in green smiled under her hood. True that she was outnumbered, but outmatched? "Hardly Pron," came the reply.

Pron was shocked. His eyes narrowed with contempt for his enemy. "Lenara," he spat, "Savon will reward me greatly when I bring him your head."

Lenara removed her hood. "Come and try and take it traitor."

Immediately Pron and Lenara lunged at each other in a flash. Buffy blinked her eyes, but the action was too fast. Druscilla stayed where she was at. There was naked fear in her eyes. The other figure backed up to her side and watched as well. Whoever this Lenara was, ashe must be strong or feared because neither of them interfered.

The two warring parties disappeared and reappeared constantly. Each throwing energy balls and speaking in a language that Buffy did not understand. She tried to follow everything that was happening. Lights of varying colors whirled all around the action. Eventually the two became entangled. Fists flew with blinding speeds. Offenses and defenses were used to counteract each other quickly. Out of the corner of her eye, Buffy saw another black cloaked figure appear. He crouched behind Druscilla and put his hand on her face. Blackness flowed through her face into his hand until she fell away onto the ground. She threw her arms up to shield herself from the sun. She screamed out and then Buffy watched as Druscilla became dust. A sick laughter eminated from underneath the black hood. He turned towards the battle and seemed to be uttering something underneath his breath.

Buffy turned her head and watched as Pron was sent flying from Lenara's fist connecting. He landed and immediately scrambled backwards. Lenara advanced on him unaware of what else was transpiring around her. Pron begged, "Please Lenara. I do not want to die."

Lenara stopped and looked down at him. "I would not kill you Pron. Out of respect to Zaz only..."

Buffy turned back to see the new figure's hand start to move. Buffy launched herself off the ground and ran as fast as she could towards Lenara. Her ribs screamed in pain, as well as her back, but she wasn't thinking about either. Lenara's back was exposed to the new intruder, who threw an energy ball at Lenara's blind side. Buffy planted her front toes into the ground and lunged at Lenara.

"Behind you!" Buffy screamed. Lenara spun around just as Buffy's arms wrapped around her waist and just as the energy ball landed in between Buffy's shoulders. Lenara caught the Slayer and barely maintained her balance as Buffy slumped into her arms. Lenara grabbed the Slayer tightly and both disappeared.

Pron scrambled to his feet. His ally walked over to him and slapped him on the face. "You disgrace yourself begging that bitch for your life. You disgrace me as well Pron."

Pron dropped to one knee. "I am sorry father."

"Get up Pron. You will make her regret her mercy soon enough. And then I will be proud of you."

"Yes Father."

Pron stood and walked with his father to where the third cloaked figure stood.

"You..." the elder man barked, "did you even lift a finger to aide your general?"

The figure trembled. Shakily the response came. "I am sorry Savon. Druscilla had the human beaten. But Lenara showed up and I..."

"YOU DID NOTHING YOU COWARD!" The words came bellowing out. "And I do not care about Druscilla. I was speaking of Pron. You have been given powers you are unworthy of..."

"Savon, please..."

"You dare to interrupt me? You are the reason that Lenara escaped, and now I am going to kill you. Anything else you wish to say before you die?"

"Forgive me Nessa." The black cloaked robe turned to green and white with the utterance. Savon spit on the penitent figure and with a wave of his hand rained fire down. The man screamed for a few seconds and then ceased to breathe. Pron watched with both fear and awe. There was no doubt that his father was powerful. There was also no doubt that his father was unforgiving, and very quick to anger. To fail was not an option, and he had failed his father twice today. He had yet to relay the news of the witch yet, but it was only a matter of time before he was asked about her. She had become the most important thing to his father.

A/N: Let me know if you like how this started. It is hard to describe where this will go...for now all I will say is that there will be a twist!