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A/N: I Hope you enjoy it, I know it is short but there will be more soon.
All Eyez On Me Chapter 1: Run Tha Streetz The blood red 911 Turbo Convertible Porsche stopped at the end of Revello Drive and two people got out. One of them was female, she had bright blue eyes, dark skin, and black corned rowed hair, which was hidden underneath a black do-rag and a black pimp hat. Her outfit stood out in Sunnydale because it was expensive, she wore a pair of low, tight, leather pants with a one-shoulder belly shirt, on the front was the Murder INC logo and on the back it said 'Don't Mess With Tha INC' in letters that looked like they had been painted on in blood. Her shoes were Timberland Manolos and on top of her out fit she wore a long leather coat. The other was male; he had dark brown eyes, dark skin, and a shiny baldhead, which was covered by a black bandanna. His outfit stood out in Sunnydale also, he wore a black wifebeater, baggy leather pants, and Timberlands. They both had the matching platinum 30-inch chains around their necks, each with a platinum R that was covered in real diamonds."Are you sure this is the right place?" His gruff voice asked breaking the silence since the motor had turned off.
"That is what the map said, it should be right down here." She told him pointing to a house. "But I don't know that for sure, I've never met her before and I don't even know what the hell she looks like so we are playing off what he told me about her. Before you ask, it wasn't much just how to find her." She explained. They both closed their doors and they automatically locked. The two of them walked forward and towards a pretty little house, her hand slid into his as they stepped up on the porch together. She reached her fist out and knocked on the door, a few seconds later a redhead with her bathrobe on opened the door.
"Can I help you?" She asked eyeing the pair that suspiciously looked very strong and not so happy about being up at three o clock in the morning.
"I'm lookin' for a Miss Summers?" She told the redhead as she peeked a little farther into the house, not seeing much from where she was standing.
"Um, yeah hang on a second." The redhead said quietly.
"Hey, aren't you going to invite us in?" The girl asked the redhead.
"Well, that depends, do you need an invitation?"
"No, I was just tryin to be nice,"
"Okay, I'll go get Ms. Summers." The redhead smiled. She opened the door a little wider inviting the pair inside. She looked up at him with slight confusion as she had when she previously looked into the living room to see it full of sleeping teenage girls.
The redhead returned a moment later with a sleepy looking girl who was short with very blonde hair that was in a messy ponytail, she blinked a few times then looked at the people standing in front of the stairs. "Can I help you with something?" She asked right before letting out a big yawn.
"You are the only Miss Summers that lives here?" The girl asked.
"Unless you are looking for Dawn Summers…" The blonde said right before yawning again.
"Which one of you is older?" The girl asked softly.
"Me," The blonde replied, "Look I'm sorry to not let get yourself confused but I am Buffy Summers the only Summers that lives in Sunnydale except for my sister, so if we aren't who you are looking for could you please be on your way?" Buffy asked.
"I'm Ch—Charlize Shakur, this is my friend, and I came here looking for you I guess… You are the one that is the Slayer right?" Charlize asked.
"Um, yeah who is asking?" Buffy asked with suspicion growing in her voice.
"Me, I'm a Slayer too." Charlize replied.