Title: A New Raine

Author: MysteryGirl

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Spike/Oc and wee bits of Dawn/Andrew

Summary: The daughter of an old enemy comes to Sunnydale to make good.

Author's Note: This is just a fic I thought of while I searched fruitlessly for a Beta for my Slayers of the past series(If you're interested e-mail me at VivaLaMystery@yahoo.com)

She told, in secret and with whispering,
How he had flashed a mirror in her eyes;
And as she told, it struck her with surprise
That this was not so wonderful a thing.
But what's the odds? - It's pretty nice to know
You've got a friend to keep you company everywhere you go. ~Edna St. Vincent Millay

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"Did you hear that?" Amanda whispered as they tip-toed through the graveyard.

"Shh!" Spike exclaimed placing his hand over the young potential's mouth.

A piercing scream rang out through the graveyard and they all broke out into a full blown run.

"Kennedy!" yelled Buffy "Keep them back."

The oldest potential nodded and stopped dead in her tracks. Buffy and Spike ran on ahead.

"Dammnit!" yelled Moira Raine as the massive vampire that had attacked her slammed his huge fist into her face "That wasn't nice."

She pushed her hair out of her eyes and raised her hands to the sky and smiled coyly at the vampire.

"Wanna see a trick?" she whispered as balls of flames erupted on her hands "Now, if I was a nice girl, I'd let you run now."

She nodded her head and gestured for him to go. He smiled and ran, then burst into flames.

"Guess, I'm just not a nice girl," she whispered picking up her things.

"Are you all right?" asked Buffy as she came upon the girl.

"Me?" she asked in her thick English accent "Sunshine and Roses, Love."

Moira looked at the girl and smiled. This must be Buffy, she thought.

"You'll know her when you see her," Ethan Raine whispered in gasping breaths.

"How?" asked Moira.

"She'll be all golden haired and lion-hearted," he replied "Look for trouble in Sunnydale and my guess is she'll be there."

Moira looked at her father and took his hand.

"I don't know," she whispered "I hate to leave you like this."

Ethan kissed his only daughter's hand and smiled.

"I've done a lot of rotten things," he whispered "You and your mother were the only bright spots. You have to do this, go to Sunnydale. Something bad is about to happen there and your gifts are needed."

Moira smiled and bent down to kiss her father's forehead.

"I' will," she exclaimed.

"Thank you," he replied.

He died later that night as she was flying to California.

"You must be Buffy," she exclaimed.

Buffy looked at the girl.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"I've been looking for you," she said "For a slayer, your certainately are hard to track down."

Moira smiled when she saw the tiny slayer immediately take a defensive stance.

"Relax Love," she said "I'm a friend."

"And how do we know that?" asked a voice as thickly accented as her own.

"Guess you'll just have to trust me," she said as she slung her bag over her shoulder "Tell Rupert Giles, that Moira sends her love. By the way, the potentials are about to be attacked."

Mystery Girl.