A/N: DO NOT SKIP THIS NOTE! YOU MUST READ IT FIRST! Ahem. Hello. What I must warn you is that this fic, Double Trouble, is a sequel to one of my other fics. Therefore, I strongly suggest that you go and read 'Second Chance', also by me (obviously), as that is the first part in the series. You won't understand this if you don't. It's about a girl by the name of Gracia McCormack, called as the Slayer after Faith's death in 2008, who has a very interesting past...so like I said, go read Second Chance first. Please.
Disclaimer: Right, down to business. I don't own any aspects of Buffy the Vampire Slayer- that lovely right belongs to the evil, sadistic hellgod we call Joss Whedon. However, anything you don't recognise (i.e. characters, plotlines, ideas, etc.) is mine, and therefore you can't sue me! ;-P
Dedication: This is for all of the people who read and reviewed Second Chance. You guys rock! Especial thanks and dedications to FanFreak, Akarui Kibuno and Critic, as well as anyone else I missed that I meant to mention!
Setting: Sunnydale, 2009- a few months after the events of 'Second Chance'.
The tall guy with the brown hair was both amazed and annoyed by the blonde girl's boring, ceaseless chatter.
What was her name again? Donna? Marie? Gabby? Yes, that was it. Gabby. Not that it mattered- soon she would have no need for a name, or any other details.
Soon she would enter the eternal sleep.
The guy, whose name was Danny, had to fight down the impulsive grin emerging on his lips. They were getting steadily further away from the local nightclub known as the Bronze, and now no one at all would notice her murder and his meal.
Danny slowed a bit so that he was just behind Gabby. Gabby, immersed in her brainless gossip about some girl at her school, didn't notice until he stopped her by putting his hands on her arms. He could sense her smile, but she couldn't sense him vamping out.
"Shh." he hushed, tightening his hold on her and leaning closer to her neck.
"Danny, not here," she replied laughingly, and looked up into the face of a demon.
A scream caught in her throat.
His fangs were just about to pierce her neck when a voice full of deadly calm rang out.
"Drop her."
Danny whipped around, still clutching the terrified Gabby, to see a self-assured girl watching his every move with cold, dark-brown eyes. He let go of his prey, and she crumpled to a sobbing, gasping heap at his feet. He didn't even need his vampiric senses to know who this newcomer was.
"Slayer." he hissed, pacing a little closer.
The girl shrugged with a small smile, pushing her plait of long dark hair behind her shoulder. "I prefer Gracia really, seems more friendly, but whatever."
With a roar, Danny charged at the Slayer, but she vaulted over his head. He turned just as her foot lashed out in a roundhouse kick at his chest. He cried out in pain, but took hold of her ankle and flipped her to the ground.
"Luke, Keisha, get her out of here!" the Slayer yelled suddenly.
Out of the corner of his eye, Danny saw a tall boy and a small girl, both about the same age as the Slayer, run up Gabby, help her to her feet, and half carry, hald drag, her out of the danger. He didn't care. His prey might have escaped, but it had been replaced with a much more tantalizing victim. He prowled closer and she looked up at him helplessly. Danny couldn't help but laugh-
Until the Slayer called Gracia grabbed his foot and pulled hard so that his legs were taken from under him and he fell sharply onto his back.
She got to her feet in a single, fluid movement, and yanked him upright. Gripping his shoulders, she rammed his head as hard as she could into the brick wall next to them. He staggered dazedly out of her grasp, shaking his head to clear his swimming vision, and lashed out at her blindly.
Gracia wasn't quick enough to duck the cold hand that grabbed her neck impossibly hard.
Danny twisted her around and slammed her back into the wall. She choked as the breath was crushed in her windpipe. He grinned as she glared, wriggling and clawing at his hands in a futile bid to escape. He had her exactly where he wanted her. Danny leaned in to sink his fangs into her exposed neck.
Suddenly, a strong pair of hands descended onto his shoulders and wrenched him away from his grasp on the suffocating teenager.
"I wouldn't do that to my sister if I were you."
Danny found himself unable to lash back at the person, and didn't see who it was until the recovering Slayer kicked him hard enough to send him flying from the grip of the currently unknown assailant in a staggering spin.
Then he knew.
The vamped-out face. The dark clothes. The assured voice.
"Angelus!" he spat, disgusted at everything about the traitorous, souled vampire.
"It's Angel now." his opponent informed him, then punched him hard across the jaw.
Danny barely had time to reel back from the force of the blow before the Slayer's stake plunged through his heart. He glared at them in a moment of horrified shock before he exploded into dust.
Gracia allowed her stake into drop, massaging her sore throat as she looked up gratefully at Angel, the former Scourge of Europe and her big brother.
********************************************************************************
The car pulled up slowly just outside the boundries of Sunnydale and the blacked out window of the front passenger seat slowly wound down.
A face appeared, disappointment and slight scorn playing over the pale features. It was a girl, of probably not more than nineteen years old.
"This is it?" she asked with a snort. "THIS is Sunnydale?"
"That's what the sign says." Came a dry replying voice, a male voice.
The girl looked around with dark blue eyes and snorted again. "Doesn't look much, does it?"
"I guess that's the thing about it. nobody suspects anything. Just like that village in Spain with those demons, remember?"
She frowned slightly. "When?"
"About...oh, must've been a good fifty years ago now."
After a second, she replied. "Oh yeah." Her face brightened. "I remember now. that was a laugh."
"Mmm. So you see, don't always judge by first impressions."
She pulled back into the car, leaning back in her seat, and looked at the driver. "So, what's our first act gonna be on the Hellmouth?"
He grinned. "Let's pay a visit to an old...friend, shall we?"
The girl laughed as the window slid back up and the car sped off into town.
********************************************************************************
So long...
She'd been here so long...
Days and months were muddled; years and decades had merged, until all she had was a mass of anguished confusion, stretching back...centuries...
She wept but no one heard. She mourned yet no one saw.
She'd been here so long...
And would likely be here even longer...
********************************************************************************
Soo...whadda ya reckon so far? Good? Bad? Intriguing? Boring? If you didn't understand cause you didn't read Second Chance, once again I advise you to READ IT QUICK! I can't explain everything that happened in an author's note, not without leaving a few things out.
So anyways, please review and the next chapter should be up soon!
Disclaimer: Right, down to business. I don't own any aspects of Buffy the Vampire Slayer- that lovely right belongs to the evil, sadistic hellgod we call Joss Whedon. However, anything you don't recognise (i.e. characters, plotlines, ideas, etc.) is mine, and therefore you can't sue me! ;-P
Dedication: This is for all of the people who read and reviewed Second Chance. You guys rock! Especial thanks and dedications to FanFreak, Akarui Kibuno and Critic, as well as anyone else I missed that I meant to mention!
Setting: Sunnydale, 2009- a few months after the events of 'Second Chance'.
The tall guy with the brown hair was both amazed and annoyed by the blonde girl's boring, ceaseless chatter.
What was her name again? Donna? Marie? Gabby? Yes, that was it. Gabby. Not that it mattered- soon she would have no need for a name, or any other details.
Soon she would enter the eternal sleep.
The guy, whose name was Danny, had to fight down the impulsive grin emerging on his lips. They were getting steadily further away from the local nightclub known as the Bronze, and now no one at all would notice her murder and his meal.
Danny slowed a bit so that he was just behind Gabby. Gabby, immersed in her brainless gossip about some girl at her school, didn't notice until he stopped her by putting his hands on her arms. He could sense her smile, but she couldn't sense him vamping out.
"Shh." he hushed, tightening his hold on her and leaning closer to her neck.
"Danny, not here," she replied laughingly, and looked up into the face of a demon.
A scream caught in her throat.
His fangs were just about to pierce her neck when a voice full of deadly calm rang out.
"Drop her."
Danny whipped around, still clutching the terrified Gabby, to see a self-assured girl watching his every move with cold, dark-brown eyes. He let go of his prey, and she crumpled to a sobbing, gasping heap at his feet. He didn't even need his vampiric senses to know who this newcomer was.
"Slayer." he hissed, pacing a little closer.
The girl shrugged with a small smile, pushing her plait of long dark hair behind her shoulder. "I prefer Gracia really, seems more friendly, but whatever."
With a roar, Danny charged at the Slayer, but she vaulted over his head. He turned just as her foot lashed out in a roundhouse kick at his chest. He cried out in pain, but took hold of her ankle and flipped her to the ground.
"Luke, Keisha, get her out of here!" the Slayer yelled suddenly.
Out of the corner of his eye, Danny saw a tall boy and a small girl, both about the same age as the Slayer, run up Gabby, help her to her feet, and half carry, hald drag, her out of the danger. He didn't care. His prey might have escaped, but it had been replaced with a much more tantalizing victim. He prowled closer and she looked up at him helplessly. Danny couldn't help but laugh-
Until the Slayer called Gracia grabbed his foot and pulled hard so that his legs were taken from under him and he fell sharply onto his back.
She got to her feet in a single, fluid movement, and yanked him upright. Gripping his shoulders, she rammed his head as hard as she could into the brick wall next to them. He staggered dazedly out of her grasp, shaking his head to clear his swimming vision, and lashed out at her blindly.
Gracia wasn't quick enough to duck the cold hand that grabbed her neck impossibly hard.
Danny twisted her around and slammed her back into the wall. She choked as the breath was crushed in her windpipe. He grinned as she glared, wriggling and clawing at his hands in a futile bid to escape. He had her exactly where he wanted her. Danny leaned in to sink his fangs into her exposed neck.
Suddenly, a strong pair of hands descended onto his shoulders and wrenched him away from his grasp on the suffocating teenager.
"I wouldn't do that to my sister if I were you."
Danny found himself unable to lash back at the person, and didn't see who it was until the recovering Slayer kicked him hard enough to send him flying from the grip of the currently unknown assailant in a staggering spin.
Then he knew.
The vamped-out face. The dark clothes. The assured voice.
"Angelus!" he spat, disgusted at everything about the traitorous, souled vampire.
"It's Angel now." his opponent informed him, then punched him hard across the jaw.
Danny barely had time to reel back from the force of the blow before the Slayer's stake plunged through his heart. He glared at them in a moment of horrified shock before he exploded into dust.
Gracia allowed her stake into drop, massaging her sore throat as she looked up gratefully at Angel, the former Scourge of Europe and her big brother.
********************************************************************************
The car pulled up slowly just outside the boundries of Sunnydale and the blacked out window of the front passenger seat slowly wound down.
A face appeared, disappointment and slight scorn playing over the pale features. It was a girl, of probably not more than nineteen years old.
"This is it?" she asked with a snort. "THIS is Sunnydale?"
"That's what the sign says." Came a dry replying voice, a male voice.
The girl looked around with dark blue eyes and snorted again. "Doesn't look much, does it?"
"I guess that's the thing about it. nobody suspects anything. Just like that village in Spain with those demons, remember?"
She frowned slightly. "When?"
"About...oh, must've been a good fifty years ago now."
After a second, she replied. "Oh yeah." Her face brightened. "I remember now. that was a laugh."
"Mmm. So you see, don't always judge by first impressions."
She pulled back into the car, leaning back in her seat, and looked at the driver. "So, what's our first act gonna be on the Hellmouth?"
He grinned. "Let's pay a visit to an old...friend, shall we?"
The girl laughed as the window slid back up and the car sped off into town.
********************************************************************************
So long...
She'd been here so long...
Days and months were muddled; years and decades had merged, until all she had was a mass of anguished confusion, stretching back...centuries...
She wept but no one heard. She mourned yet no one saw.
She'd been here so long...
And would likely be here even longer...
********************************************************************************
Soo...whadda ya reckon so far? Good? Bad? Intriguing? Boring? If you didn't understand cause you didn't read Second Chance, once again I advise you to READ IT QUICK! I can't explain everything that happened in an author's note, not without leaving a few things out.
So anyways, please review and the next chapter should be up soon!