A/N: Well, here it is, my first Fan Fiction. This is just about my original slayer, Alexis, who became a slayer during Chosen, she survived the attacks of the Bringers, but never made her way to the big SD for the final battle. She never heard about it because her Watcher had been killed. She later receives contact from the Scoobies, but never truly joins them. Anyways the rest is revealed in the story. I sincerly hope that you enjoy it. Please review. Also, I tried my best to free this story from typos and if there are any I hope that you can forgive me.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I am using the characters, places, and situations as a mere tool for my imagination. I am not nearly as brilliant as Joss Whedon, and I just wanted to borrow his brilliance. However, the plot of this story and the original characters associated with this story are mine.
The tall brunette girl walked across the empty warehouse stopping in the middle. She jumped up, and with almost no effort grabbed the rafter that hung right above her. The girl began to pull herself up and let herself down in a standard routine of pull-ups. It was clear that this girl was used to the work-out, for it did not seem to bother her. After completing around fifty pull-ups, she didn't like to keep count, the girl let herself down and walked towards the wall in which a window was situated. She sat herself down on the window seat and stared out at the black sky as she drank from her water bottle. There was no moon in the sky on this cold October night. She was not used to staying inside on a night like this. But those were the orders 'Stay in position'. The girl was not used to taking orders but she felt that after losing her watcher she better follow what these people said.
The people that she had talked to seemed like they knew about the business of slaying. But then again her watcher seemed like he knew about the mystical world and he was stabbed by someone he thought he could trust, someone she thought she could trust. It just went to show that there was no one that you could truly trust. Trust is something that is hard to come by and, especially when you are in the business of killing mystical beings, hard to keep. There are always secrets that you can never tell, even if you met the right person that you thought you could trust. There was the possibility that this person would never want to talk to you after they heard your secret.
Alexis was used to keeping secrets, she had kept secrets from her parents for years. But when last year her parents died in a car crash with 'strange neck punctures', Alexis realized that no matter what relief you gain from not having to keep a secret from one more person, you would rather them be here with you.
The phone that the group of people who called themselves the council had given Alexis remained silent for some time. Alexis was getting restless. She wanted to go out and fight, or at least contact the one person that knew her secret, Ethan. But anytime that she thought about calling him, or her boyfriend, Jacob, the sound of the council would ring in her ear, 'Stay in position, contact no one'. So she sat. Awaiting orders from a mysterious group who refused to identify themselves. There were clear code names that they used with each other the blonde called the red head 'Willow', who then commanded 'Xander', a clear nickname for Alexander, to help the blond 'Buffy'. Alexis thought about those code names, a tree, a military commander, and Buffy, was that the best they could come up with?
A siren sounded a few blocks away and Alexis looked down out of the window to see it as it raced past. Probably another vampire attack, Alexis thought that if the 'council' were going to contact her it would have been courteous to give her a time frame. She had wasted an entire night cooped up in an old warehouse. Alexis walked back to the middle of the room telling herself that she if they did not bother to contact her in the next five minutes, she would go out and slay at least one vampire before returning, if she got lucky she would be attacked by a group. But vampires aren't that smart. She looked up at the beam above her head and with an effortless jump grabbed hold.
Alexis began to do more pull-ups, thinking that she would do pull-ups for the next five minutes to kill time. She heard the wood creak as she pulled up. Her eyes moved to where the beam met the wall. Everything seemed to be in order. She let herself down until her arms made a right angle and then as she began to pull herself up again, the beam split, and Alexis found herself tumbling towards the floor.
"Ah," Alexis screamed as the beam collapsed on her. She looked up at the ceiling just as more debris came tumbling down from the floor above. Then, without warning, the floor gave way. The beam hit her again and Alexis quickly moved to push it off of her. She pulled herself along the floor, her legs too limp from the beam crashing onto them. She dragged her languid body to the door and leaned against the wall.
"Staying in is definitely more dangerous than going out and fighting." Alexis thought. Just then the phone from the council rang.
"Hello?" Alexis asked as she answered the phone.
"We received signal that there was a disturbance at your position. Is there a situation to report?" The voice on the other side of the phone asked.
"The building fell apart." Alexis said shortly not bothering to hide the anger in her tone.
"Is the building in a good enough state that you can remain there for the duration of your posting?" The voice asked again.
"Oh yes I am fine. Thanks for asking." Alexis sardonically responded.
"We will contact you when it is time to move position." The voice said in a definitive sort of tone.
"Well I've been waiting fo- Hello?" Alexis asked as she heard the phone disconnect.
Alexis slowly pushed herself against the wall and, using that force, made herself stand up. It was clear that these people did not care about her well-being, so she walked over to the front door and picked up the bag that she had brought. The bag was filled with weapons. Alexis would have brought something to keep her busy but she thought that she would be put in action sooner than she was. She looked through the bag and pulled out a simple wooden stake, it was the easiest weapon to conceal and it got the job done. Alexis pulled her sweatshirt over her head and stuck the stake up the sleeve. She quickly pulled her hair back into a ponytail and set out into the alley. She had barely taken two steps from the building when the cell phone rang.
"Hello," Alexis spoke into the receiver, her heart racing in anticipation. It was the call from the council.
"We received intelligence that you have changed position without being given orders to do so, is this true?" The same voice called through the phone.
"Yes," Alexis responded not bothering to hide the disappointment and annoyance in her tone.
"Was there a need to do so?" The voice asked with some concern that the plan had gone terribly wrong.
"How did you know I left the post?" Alexis realized they must have some surveillance, but she wanted to know how it could tell where she was since she was still so close to the post.
"We use GPS," the voice said with a matter-of-fact tone.
"You're tracking me?" The anger from Alexis's voice was clear.
"Well, um, yes," the voice said realizing that this was probably not the answer that she wanted to hear.
"Well then you can forget my alliance to your council or whatever you call it. I don't befriend those that lie to me." Alexis said, and with that she closed the phone and threw it at the brick wall across the alley. "Damn!" she yelled. This was the first time that she actually thought that she wouldn't be considered a freak, and that she would possibly get to meet others like herself. She walked back to the warehouse and grabbed her bag, and then walked through the silent streets.
After the siren earlier, there had not been much noise on the streets of New Orleans. Alexis walked with a slight limp towards the street where she had seen the ambulance drive towards.
