Summary: When a wild Slayer and her Potential companion show up in Sunnydale after living in the wild there's not much Buffy can do other than take them in. Besides, with another Apocalypse on its way Sunnydale needs all the help it can get. The only question is, could the new arrivals be the source on the impending Apocalypse? Fuffy, Willow/Kennedy. AU(ish). Events from Seasons 5/6/7 may show up.


The light of the stars barely filtered through the thick Californian forest. In the dusk two humanoid figures could be vaguely seen emerging into the night. Undoubtedly human and female in body, they moved with the grace of the wild. If given a good wash and mended, the clothes they wore could easily have been fashionable. However extended time in the wild, and who knows what else, had rendered the clothes mere dirty indistinguishable rags. Their long hair was matted and knotted, having not seen a shower or comb for many days.

The girls, for though they were clearly full grown neither had reached their twentieth year yet, ambled through the woods. They moved with a speed that no human should be able to accomplish in the forest, moving with ease around all obstacles that would trip and slow a normal visitor to the wild. The taller and clearly older of the pair lead the way with the younger following, leaving no space between them. They moved as one, used to each others movements after years living together. Only by the split second between their foot beats could one distinguish that the older was in fact leading, and that the two weren't moving in synchronicity.

Their hunt was nearing its end. They moved with a fever that they had not since they had first entered the wild. Their target was close, within their grasp.


Not far off, in the town of Sunnydale, Buffy Summers called a brief goodbye to Dawn before heading out for her nightly patrol.

The night air was calm, a balmy Californian breeze swept between the palm trees. In the distance, birds were chirping. For a town like Sunnydale, the night was incredibly peaceful.

Buffy hoped for the patrol to be a quick one, as she promised to meet Xander and Willow at the Bronze. The night was beautiful and she didn't want to waste it in a boring cemetery.

With briefness in mind, Buffy hopped the fence of the closest of Sunnydale's cemeteries.


In the woods the feral pair raced on. If they were bloodhounds they would have their noses to the ground, their prey's scent strong in their mouths. But, of course, they weren't and instead they raced on. The foliage around the pair was thinning, but they only ran faster, not noticing as they left the wild. If either had been paying attention they might have noticed the "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign by the side of the road.


On the other side of town Buffy was strolling through the cemetery. The night had continued to be calm, and she had only ran into and dusted two vamps. The Slayer within her was stirring, she assumed, impatient by the lack of slaying. Little did Buffy know that the Slayer was actually reacting to the rapidly approaching pair on the city limits.

"Hey girly." Came the low growl of the vamp that she had been waiting to approach her. "It's a dark night to be out alone in the cemetery. Don't know what you'll run into."

Buffy smiled sincerely, throwing off the vampire. "Yeah, you might accidentally run into a Slayer or something." The creature realized its mistake too late.


The pair was in a small woodland area between a few suburbs now. Small creatures, unused to such large predators, fled before them. They reached the edge of the grove of trees abruptly. The elder stopped suddenly, and put her arm out to shield the younger from going out into the open. Ahead of them was the objective of their quest.

The younger subconsciously licked her lips. Finally. The older of the pair seemed almost in shock. A feeling she had never experienced spread through her veins. It was like her blood was buzzing in anticipation. A warmth seemed to envelope her. This was it.


As Buffy finished off the third vamp of the night, she found that the Slayer in her was not calmed by the slaying, and was only further agitated. Her Slayer senses were on high alert, bells were going off in her head. Suddenly she felt as if she was being watched.

Scanning the tree lines for something, Buffy felt an indescribable feeling. It was the Slayer in her, roaring its head louder than ever before. There was something powerful out tonight.

Just as Buffy took a step towards the tree line to investigate, she heard the crutch of dry soil behind her. She turned fast, just in time to stop a blow aimed towards her head. While she had been preoccupied with her inner Slayer, she had been surrounded.

The reason for the lull in vampiric activity all night was now clear. What seemed to be more than half of Sunnydale's vampire population had snuck up on her.

"Hello Slayer." Said the owner of the fist that she was currently blocking. "Lovely night out." A demon. He wasn't all that well dressed, but his leather jacket and matching attire could definitely be considered snappy.

No doubt another whippersnapper who decided he wanted to take over Sunnydale and had decided on the classic "Kill the Slayer" plan.

Buffy frowned at that internal monologue; since when had whippersnapper been part of her vocabulary? There seemed to be definite Giles influence in that thought. Pulling herself from her vocabulary thoughts she caught the end of the demon's rant. Probably should have been paying attention. Oops.

"-Now, kill her!" Was all she caught. Eh, probably wasn't important anyway. Kill Slayer. Take over Sunnydale. Take over world. They all said the same things.

Buffy avoided the first vamps with ease, and dusted about half of them. However, it was clear that she was outnumbered almost instantly. Buffy was good, but skill can only get you so far. She'd have to rely on luck for this fight.

The vampires came in waves, crashing over the tombstones, and some even erupting from the ground, either having been hiding or having just awoken. As long as they kept coming in waves and leaving time in-between she would be fine.

Buffy took out the first wave with the ease that came with the profession. The night air was filled with smoke and dust. She barely had a chance to catch her breath before the second wave descended.

The Slayer within her relished the fight, but the human was frightened. This time, Buffy might have bitten off more than she could chew.

By the time the second wave had only been diminished by half, the third wave was already rushing towards Buffy. The Slayer felt, rather than heard, a heavy fist whizzing through the air towards her. Moving to block it, she was stopped by a well placed kick to the gut. Momentarily breathless, the punch connected hard with Buffy's head. She felt the fist hit her temple, and then she felt everything go black.

When she slipped back into consciousness, Buffy found herself being restrained by five very able looking vamps. She couldn't have been out for more than a minute, if that. The snappy dressed demon was back.

Mr. Snappy, as Buffy found herself calling him, was strutting around pep talking his vampire minions. Her head still throbbing, she didn't mind his talk again until he pumped his hand into the air and flames shot into the sky.

A pyromaniac demon. Joy.

Mr. Snappy finished his speech with five chilling words. "Tonight we dine on Slayer blood!" Oh wait, that was six. Didn't matter much as Buffy decided it was time to hightail it out and get Giles to do some research before she faced Mr. Snappy and Co. again.

Her captors had other plans though. As Buffy high kicked one vampire holding her, another vamp took it's place. It was near hopeless, now that she was completely surrounded and being held down.

Then, a terrifying howling arose. Buffy wasn't sure if howling was the right word for it even. To say that it was inhuman would be a lie, but that was part of what made it all the more terrifying. The howl was certainly human. Buffy had heard so many demons screech, or werewolves howl, that it didn't phase her. But the sound that emitted from the tree line at the edge of the forest was a harmony of human vocals pushed to their limits.

The howling ceased, as did the fighting, as demon, vamp, and human peered toward the tree line. Then they emerged from the woods, with a stunning speed. Two dirt clad figures.

Buffy wasn't sure if the oncoming figures were friend or foe, but was pleasantly surprised to find that they were at very least anti-vampire when they attacked.

The first jumped the closest vamp. The entire mob watched as she leaped onto the vampire and ripped off its head with only her hands, dusting the vamp instantly. The second was close behind, with a flying kick to one vamp and then flipping mid-flight to stake the neighboring vamp.

There was a split second of awe as the pair landed next to each other before chaos broke out. Mr. Snappy was yelling orders that no one was paying attention to. Buffy was escaping from her captors and joining the fray. Through the mess of dust and flying vampires she caught glimpses of the pair. They fought fluidly together, the first taking vamps down, and the second, and smaller, finishing off anything the first left behind. Some vampires were fleeing, and some were joining in a giant brawl.

Releasing her inner Slayer, now that she had, at least for the moment, allies, Buffy went all out. She slayed anything that didn't have a heartbeat within her stake-reach.

The battle was over in a blur. Buffy was abuzz with the aftereffects off slaying, not quite down from the fight, and not quite craving her non-fat yogurt yet.

As the dust literally settled Buffy looked around at the now nearly empty graveyard. Her pair of allies watched her. They stuck together, the taller, and probably elder slightly in front of the other, protective. Buffy noticed that the younger had a few minor injuries and a nasty looking cut on her left leg, whereas the older was completely unscathed.

The Slayer senses continued to buzz in the back of Buffy's brain, confirming her suspicion that the pair was what caused her Slayer senses to go haywire. When neither party made the first move Buffy hesitantly called out. "Hello."

Neither seemed to respond other than look up at the sound of her voice. Slowly Buffy took a step forward. The elder of the pair was instantly on defense, proverbial hackles raised. Holding her hands up in surrender, Buffy continued her way towards the feral pair. When she reached them she sat down on a nearby tombstone so she was at their squatting level.

"Look, I'm a friend. Not a bit of scary vamp-ness in me." Ever so slowly the elder seemed to relax. "Nothing but a measly little Slayer."

At the word 'Slayer' however, the elder feral girl tensed back up. However this time, it was not defensive, but rather offensive. She leaped into the air and narrowly avoided colliding with Buffy. As the Slayer step sided and she readied herself to fight again. However, the surreal expression of her face, which Buffy could now see under the matted hair, held no malice and only emotions Buffy could not quite decipher. It was as if she didn't know her own strength.

A thin raspy voice escaped from her lips, vocal chords harsh from lack of use. "Buffy... Summers..." She rasped out, eye's searching Buffy's own for any sort of recognition.

Before Buffy could process the event and respond, a whimper was heard. Both Buffy and the elder looked over as the shorter of the pair attempted to stand, no doubt fruitless trying to hide her injury. Failing desperately and about to collapse in pain, the girl fell to the ground, only to be rescued by the elder half of the pair.

The elder supported the other and gently picked her up, carrying her bridle style, concern - an oddly human emotion - evident on her face.

Turning to Buffy only briefly, she repeated herself, with more conviction and volume. "Buffy Summers." Then, the pair was off into the night running at the speed of a demon.

Only after Buffy was sure they were gone did she whip out her cell phone and call her speed dial number 3, Giles, - after Dawn and Sunydale's local pizza delivery.

"Hello, Giles speaking." Came the groggy British voice on the other line after a few rings.

"It's me." Buffy said. "We need to talk."


Author's Notes: Hello new readers! Thank you for reading! If you have any comments thus far, feel free to drop a review (Read: Please drop a review). I wanna here from you all. This story will a Buffy/Faith AND Willow/Kennedy. Faith and Kennedy will have more of a sisterly friend relationship, but it will still be developed. The central plot may be slow in progressing at points, but I assure you this story does have one (with several subplots).

I will attempt to update ever Saturday or Sunday, provided I have time and get enough reviews to show there will be interest in this story.

(So, please. Review and story alert this. Go ahead an tell me about my mistakes, or what I confused. I might even reply to you. It'll be fun. I promise. My writings normally not as bad as this chapter was. I wrote in on an iPod. In a car. Which I was stuck in for several hours. Wheee!)