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Spoilers: Anything up to the middle of season three ending with the episode, Revelations.
Duty of the Slayer - Part I
Chapter One
You would figure that being in California, the nights wouldn't be as crisp as they were right now. Most nights were sticky with humidity on top of the incessant hot weather. Not to say that those nights don't happen here in Sunnydale, but having the town on a Hellmouth. That can mess with even the simplest things like the weather. Thankfully, it wasn't that much of a difference on most nights, but for the lone figure that clung to the shadows, inside. she longed for the cold winters that she grew accustomed to as a child. Only because of her sworn duty that was brought upon her against her will was she even here in Sunnydale.
She was perched up on top of the Gleaves Family Crypt where the trees gently swayed overhead and provided the perfect cover for observation. Nestling herself comfortably with her back against the tree, she pushed a few annoying strands of hair from her face and started her nightly vigil of waiting for the Slayer to make her rounds. Baring any Vampire, and of course Demon ambushes, Buffy usually made it to this graveyard a little past midnight but tonight was special. A local that worked at Happy Burger was attacked on his way home after work. He was worked over by a group of Vampires and left for dead. Most likely Mr. Ricky Malone was going to make an appearance tonight
A pout drew her face down since the leaves where obscuring her sight from watching the Slayer and her auburn friend. Tilting her head down, a pacing and stake wielding Buffy awaited her. It was easy to pick up on how tense she was. The blonde girl was walking back and forth so fast that she was causing grass and dirt to kick up on each turn. Willow sat on the plot across from Malone's, looking on at her friend with concern.
The silent watcher knew what was on the young Slayer's mind. Anyone that was in the supernatural community heard of Angelus' return. Most were confused as to how it happened. One day, Angel was fighting along side the Slayer, killing his own kind. The next day, his obsession with the Slayer and those closest to her, culminated in the death of Jenny Calendar. Mind games were Angelus' specialty. Constant pain coming at you over and over again until it drove you insane. Those that were killed swiftly by him should consider them fortunate because they were few and far between.
She only heard about what happened through word on the street. The guilt had to be eating at Buffy's conscience. How were you suppose to kill a person that fell into the darkness not by choice but because of a mistake? A mistake that you were a part of, a mistake that caused your lover to fall from grace once again and be swallowed by darkness. How were you supposed to be able to look at them and kill them?
Buffy hadn't and it cost lives. The life of a friend and the love of her Watcher.
Her ears perked up when Willow started talking. The distance was too far for a normal being to understand what was said, but one with her abilities found this task an easy one. It would be valuable to hear how things were faring with Buffy and her allies.
"Okay, Buffy? If you keep walking like that, Ricky isn't going to have to dig himself out of his grave. I mean, if you don't want to wait, that's cool but I think he should work for it."
Buffy was lost in her own thoughts to hear her friend clearly. Her recent failure caused her to really question her own ability to take out Angel. He turned evil and it was her job to kill evil. Slayer, vampire. Slay vampire. The logic was there but her heart had some serious catching up to do. Waiting for the newest dead boy of Sunnydale was giving her a little time to psyche herself up for whatever Angel was planning.
Willow scowled and saw that her humor fell flat, as Buffy was too preoccupied with her thoughts to listen. She couldn't be too hurt by it but Willow could relate a little. Having a boyfriend that is a Werewolf puts a new perspective on dating the Supernatural thing. Granted, he didn't go around killing people or hurting the people she loved but it was something strange and hard getting used to. Who likes locking up someone you care about for three nights out of the month inside a book cage for their own good?
With a pout, she cupped her chin and sighed. This was going to be a long night and if Ricky didn't come out and play soon, she was going to get dizzy watching Buffy. It was like watching a living mantra.
Eventually to stop her Buffy induced motion sickness; Willow kept her eyes forward, focusing on Ricky's headstone. It wasn't moving so that was a bonus but the fact that the ground was beginning to part wasn't.
One hand had already punched through the surface, followed by the other. "Uh. Buffy?"
Buffy couldn't believe she was brooding but in the cosmic scheme of things, it did make some weird sense. Angel was the master of it and she was preparing herself to kill him. Why not brood?
Ricky already had his game face on as his head popped up through the hole and spied the Slayer. Sharp fangs glistened as he grinned at what was to be his first kill. "Buffy!"
She definitely had enough to brood about. All the death and insanity that had happened in the last few months, it would require lots of time to brood each topic properly.
He propelled himself out of his grave and headed straight at the Slayer with a primal hunger deeply set in his eyes. "BUFFY!"
Buffy spun around and extended her arms out in annoyed gesture, "What Will?!"
The stake in her hand just happened to be pointed in the right directed so it plunged straight into Ricky's heart as he was trying to get the drop on the Slayer. He was a Vampire for less then a minute as he was quickly turned to dust.
Willow half cringed and shrugged her shoulders, putting on her best oops smile, "Ah, nevermind."
She had to chuckle. This Slayer had the luck of the Ancients beside her. That was the first time she'd witness an accidental slaying of a Vampire. Both of them were getting ready to leave and that was her cue to take off. There were a few places she needed to go before turning in and what she saw was enough. When the time came Buffy would have to face Angelus and either save the world from eternal Hell or be the cause of it.
With a flip of her trench's collar, she jumped off the side of the crypt of deftly landed on her feet. It was a night when the air was crisp and full of life. A nice ironic little pleasure when you live on a Hellmouth. She pulled out a pack of Winston's and took in a deep breath of fresh air, "Perfect night for a smoke."
She lit up and took a long drag from her cigarette before putting the lighter away. There was too much noise in her head to really pull out a coherent thought as countless possibilities of the future were being weighed in her mind. The persistent want was getting a good night's rest but that wasn't going to happen until Angelus was taking out of the equation.
One can hope and that was one ideal that she clung on to. It was the basic function for her existence because to think of why she existed would cause the world she created for herself to shatter.
Ignorance is bliss. And that was the last lie she told herself as she disappeared into the shadows and out of the graveyard.
One Week Later.
Angelus strode confidently towards Buffy who continued to back away from him until she felt her back hit the wall. He twirled the blade in his hand as a twisted grin crossed his face.
Standing close by the exit, Spike lifted Drusilla into his arms and stared in amazement to what he was witnessing, "God. He's gonna kill her."
He shrugged his shoulders and made his way out of the mansion to get him and his love out of Sunnydale.
Buffy eyes betrayed the fear and hurt that was festering inside as Angelus pointed the blade straight at her, "Now that's everything, huh? No weapons... No friends... No hope. Take all that away... And what's left?"
She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, waiting for the impending strike of the sword. Reflexes born from his Vampiric nature, the tip of the blade shot straight forward to slice through the Slayer's head but it never hit. Buffy slapped her hands together to stop the blade mere inches away from her face.
Green eyes snapped opened and locked with Angelus', "Me."
Buffy pushed forward with all her strength to send the hilt of the sword smashing into his face forcing Angelus to stumble backwards. Pressing on, she leapt forward and kicked him hard in the chest and the distance was enough to pick up her lost weapon. On even ground once again, Buffy lunged forward quickly where the Vampire barely had enough time to parry that attack.
Sunnydale Hospital.
Tired and weak, Willow still presses on with the spell so Angel can regain his soul. She wavered from side to side and her voice continues to falter. Oz and Cordelia look on with concern as the redhead looks like she is about to pass out any second.
She continued to focus on the spell, not letting the voices of concern distract her any further from what Buffy needed her to do. Too much was at stake and she couldn't fail but it was becoming so hard to breathe.
Then it happened. Her eyes grew wide and her body became rigid. At first she was aware of her surroundings and then it was like she was watching what she was doing like a spectator. Willow could feel an old power coursing through her body and revitalizing her energies. Then she felt her head lower and was staring at the Orb. The thoughts that were running through her mind and the words coming out of her mouth she couldn't recognize but she knew it was the spell.
"Te implor, doamne, nu ignora aceasta rugaminte."
Oz slowly turned to Cordelia, "Is this suppose to happen?"
"Nici mort, nici al fiintei..."
"Hey, speak English!" yelled a confused Cordelia.
Willow could hear them but her body was attuned to the power and completely centered on completing the incantation, "Lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-i va transporta, sufletul la el. Asa sa fie! Asa sa fie! Acum! Acum!"
The Orb suddenly burns brightly, lighting up the entire room in a white glow before it fades and returns back to being a useless paperweight.
At the Mansion.
It was time. Buffy's mind was completely fluid and in focus as she brought the sword above her head in an arc, preparing for the final swing that will end this nightmare for herself and for the world. Willow's spell had failed and Angelus was successful in freeing Acathla. The portal would open soon if she didn't kill him now.
Angel violently lurched forward and gasped in pain. He gritted his teeth as his eyes glossed over red before returning to normal. Falling to the ground, Buffy was still on her guard but was confused. Was this another trick of his?
He finally was able to make it to his feet as he looked at Buffy as if he hadn't seen her in months, "Buffy?" He noticed the blood on her forehead, "You're hurt."
Buffy lowered her weapon as Angel pulled her into his arms. She could feel him. Really feel him lost and alone as his body shook with fear. Willow's spell worked. He was cursed once again and Angel was really here. Damn the fates with them being late and relishing in the ironic nature of this. All that effort and it didn't matter.
The statue's face contorted and as soon as Acathla's mouth opened all the way, the portal to Hell appeared. The swirling red portal was growing bigger slowly but it was gaining in strength as seconds passed.
She felt Angel tense in her arms, "What's happening?"
It took at her strength to not cry as she pulled Angel away, "Shh, don't worry about it."
With a gentle touch, Buffy held the side of his face and kissed him on the cheek before pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. The portal continued to steadily grow at this point and Buffy pulled herself away, looking deeply into Angel's eyes, "I love you."
He was barely able to get the words past his lips, "I love you."
"Now close your eyes."
Angel could see nothing but love from Buffy and he trusted her completely, so he did as she asked. Her heart was breaking knowing what she had to do. She was breathing rapidly and on the verge of crying as she stepped back and readied the blade. Buffy closed her eyes for a second to call upon all the strength she had and then snapped them opened as she plunged the blade through Angel's chest.
Someplace else.
She awoke startled, clutching at her chest. It felt like her breath was being taken away and her skin was itching, hot, like it was on fire. The sweat soaked sheets felt confining around her naked body. Throwing them away, she stumbled out of bed and out of the bedroom. Through the darkness, she made it to the bathroom without bumping into most of the furniture. She blindly fumbled for the switch and shut her eyes tightly as the light burned her vision.
The faucet squeaked on as she let the hot water run. Her body was shaking and it took all her effort hanging onto both sides of the sink to not fall over. Steam from the water rose up and coalesced on the medicine cabinet mirror. It was welcomed inside of her body as she inhaled to help quench the burning that was inside her. She started to feel more stable and let go of the sink. It stung briefly as her clammy hands hit the hot water. The water pooled inside the palms of her hands and she splashed the rest of her consciousness into awareness.
The pain from the water was a realization that she wasn't dreaming anymore. The nightmare had ended. She was still in the bathroom of her apartment. Safe.
She wiped away the mist from the mirror and looked at herself with wild green eyes. Drops of water trickled down her forehead and dripped off her nose and chin. The sides of her brown hair were matted against her pale skin. It still made no sense that she was actually looking at her reflection staring right back at her.
"I'm still alive." and that one little sentence changed everything that she was meant to believe. Again.
Chapter Two
It was a typical night in one of Sunnydale's cemeteries. Only, things weren't going exactly the same.
"Gotta love the Dale." Faith smiled and pulled out her stake. She ducked down to avoid a crescent kick from the Vampire she was facing and popped back up quickly to dust him.
He was still falling into pieces as the dark haired slayer turned around and flipped the stake in her hand, "Plenty of Vamps to play with." With a lopsided grin, Faith leapt forward and took a swipe at one of them while kicking another one away with a sidekick.
Two of the Vampires that were involved in this ambush decided to stay hidden behind a large headstone to watch the drama. For their gang's own good of course. They would be nicely concealed and attack when the time was right.
The blonde, who looked like she was a Winger fan reject, slapped her partner in the arm, "I don't get this. She's fighting back."
Another yell was heard as Faith's stake found its mark once again. The Slayer flipped backwards to avoid a punch to her midsection and landed a hard roundhouse kick to the Vampire's face.
The female Vampire growled, disgusted with the situation, "And she's winning!"
He shrugged, "Has to be the Slayer, but. " he scratched at his head in confusion, "I always thought the Slayer was a blonde."
Two hands wrapped around the backs of both their necks and the Vampires whimpered in surprise. It felt like a vise was clamping down as hard as it could. Then when their pain tolerance was reached, and before they cried out to alert their comrades, their unknown assailant slammed their heads together.
She sighed and straightened out her leather trench as the Vampires slumped to the ground, "Not all Slayers are blondes you twits. Now as much as I would like to watch your two friends get their asses."
Green eyes perked up at the sound of another Vampire meeting its final death and she chuckled, "Make that one friend getting his ass kicked. I really don't need an audience." She grabbed one leg of each unconscious Vampire and dragged them off out of view. She had no intention of letting anyone knowing that she was hanging around but Faith was new. Didn't hurt to help, and it gave her the chance to see how the newest Chosen One was in action. Faith would most likely think that these two ran off and wouldn't suspect anything.
She had to frown though. She really wanted to stay and watch the finale.
A quick block with her forearm led to an elbow in the Vampire's throat. He staggered back and felt a kick across his face followed by another kick to the stomach and fell forward. Faith pulled the Vampire to his knees by the hair and lick her bottom lip with excitement, "You almost gave me a workout, y'know?"
The answer she got was a grunt and Faith laughed as she staked him, finishing him off. She scrunched her nose when she noticed there was too much dirt on her skin for her liking and started to wipe it off. Then it hit her that something didn't feel right. Her victory was too easy. Turning around, Faith scanned the area, eyes wide with alertness. All was quiet as crickets chirped and the rest of the dead stayed dead. Nothing was moving in the graveyard. "I could've sworn there were two more," she mumbled to herself.
Faith was disappointed. She still had all this excess energy to burn and the night was young. The stake was returned into the pocket of the black jacket that was resting over a headstone and Faith flipped it over her shoulder. There was only one place in Sunnydale that could possibly help quench her need and that was dancing at the Bronze. With luck, there might be another Vampire to stake and if she was really lucky, maybe Faith would run into the infamous Buffy. She had to find out if that rocket launcher rumor was true.
She smiled at those thoughts and the horrors that she witness within the last week seemed to fade away.
The living room was spacious already but having all the furniture pushed up against the walls made the room look even larger. An eerie mystique beheld the room as all the shades were pulled down, shadowing the entire apartment in darkness. The only item that remained in its place was the hand woven rug that she was given as a gift in Romania. It was positioned at an angle where one end pointed exactly north, south, east, and west. The old gypsy women told her that the combination of symbols, which held magick's, and the position of the rug would provide protection to the one she feared. She didn't think that a simple piece of cloth would actually afford her some peace but with mediation, her mind was able to find some calm using the rug as a focal point.
Wearing nothing more then a gray and black sports bra and black sweat pants, she focused on keeping her balance as she executed a one-handed headstand. To keep her hair from distracting her, it was pulled back in a ponytail which it harmlessly lay behind her. Her left bicep was tense, as it was the only source of strength keeping her up. Her other arm provided some balance as it was held outwards and to complete the act, both legs were parted to keep equilibrium. A pure mind and body were essential to find the inner focus necessary for any fight or for simply existing.
This was her daily ritual. No day was officially started until her mediation was completed. Other important things like planning the evening's events and food were then decided later. All that mattered was the steady intake and release of air as any thought in her mind or emotion within her heart disappeared. Other things would become clearer. Like the leaky faucet in the kitchen she was always putting off from fixing, the neighbor across the hall coming home from working third shift, the birds singing their mornings songs and the blasted phone ringing.
She opened her eyes with a disgusted look and brought her arm down. The phone sounded as loud as a police siren to her in this state. As her consciousness was returning, the sound of the ringing returned to its normal annoying ringing.
Arching her back, she brought her legs forward and flipped herself up to a standing position and headed to the phone. She wiped the sweat above her lips with the back of her hand and answered, "This better be good. Not finishing my morning exercises makes me cranky."
She could picture the man on the other end smiling, "Now I wouldn't call if it were not imperative."
"I know, Donovon. So spit it out."
"He's alive." There was a long pause and when she didn't answer, Donovon spoke up, "Aliya?"
"Sorry, I hear you. I was trying to figure out why waste the money calling me about something I already know."
"True, but. Did you know he was back?"
That took Aliya by surprise and she sat on the side of the couch, "Since when?"
"We aren't sure. This was only confirmed yesterday."
"Anything else?"
"Aliya."
"Don't. I don't need a lecture. Just." she licked her lips feeling that they had gone dry, "is there anything else?"
"No. How goes your end?"
"Same old same old. Watch, listen and learn. Got a little closer to the objective. I acquired a lead that the knife is held up in some crypt. Sometimes public libraries actually have useful knowledge. I plan on checking that out tonight."
"Good. Better the knife to be found first then the sword."
"Better for you maybe but not me," she huffed back.
Donovon could tell that it was time to end this conversation. Sometimes the girl's patience had a very thin line, "I'll let you go, dear. Be mindful to keep out of sight. If either Slayer finds you. There'll be questions asked which aren't ready to be answered."
She grinned, "Thank you for being overly dramatic." Her dark brows furrowed and her tone turned serious, "I know my duty."
Aliya sat there, lost in her own thoughts after she hung up the phone. Something that wouldn't be happening if she were able to finish her mediations.
Stupid Donovan, she thought to herself and then noticed a rather unpleasant smell in the apartment. She sniffed the air and then looked down at herself. Her body was covered in perspiration and she had forgotten to take a shower before bed. "Morning is ruined and I'm ripe."
She grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and headed for the bathroom, "This is gonna be a bad night. I just know it."
The office of the honorable Mayor Richard Wilkins III...
"So. Who's up for a little appeasing of Aseloth, huh?" The Mayor swiveled his leather chair around with a gleeful smile.
Trick straightened out his suit. Thoughts of what happened the last time the Mayor left goodies for one of the many demons he worshipped began to enter his mind. He put on a smile like everything was perfect, unlike the memories, "Well, sir. Anything to help in the preparation of course."
"That's what I like. Enthusiasm. Now, this isn't going to be like last time is it?" Wilkins jovial nature was put on hold as he looked sternly at Trick.
The fiasco that happened last week in the sewers was still a sore spot for the Vampire. It was the first real time that he failed his new boss. He didn't kill the Slayer, the ceremony was ruined and it probably would have ended badly for the Mayor himself if the Slayer didn't take out the snake demon Lurconis. Luckily Wilkins wasn't spotted with Trick and he was always one to look on the bright side of any misfortune. It was why Trick still had a job. "No problem. The mansion is completely secure so that this goes smoothly tonight."
The Mayor placed his hands on his desk and stood up, "Excellent. Now, Allan?"
The Deputy Mayor stepped forward. If one actually took notice, Finch looked somewhat apprehensive when the Mayor said his name, "Yes, sir?"
"You two go and divvy out the orders that any Vampire, Demon, or Rayne for that matter, enter Sunnydale to inform me. I don't need variables running around in my city without my knowledge."
"Of course." Allan motioned towards the door, implying that Trick leave first.
As soon as the door closed, Wilkins slipped out a golf club from underneath his desk and stepped out from behind it, "You can come out now."
The closet behind the Mayor's desk opened and out walked a six foot two tall man with shoulder length white hair. A scar had taken his left eye and he appeared to be in his twenties. Those that looked hard into his good eye could see the wisdom and experience that only age would grant. He was rugged in his looks and dress, the opposite of the professional manner that Wilkins presented.
He closed the door and watched the Mayor practice his golf swing slowly, "I cannot believe you had me hide in the closet."
"It was either that or let my colleagues know about you." He turned around and pointed the five iron at his guest with a smile, "And I know you don't want that."
He couldn't help but sneer, "It does not befit one of my station."
Wilkins couldn't believe what he was hearing, "Oh come on now. Don't be so glum. Think about it this way. We're close to finding what you need to regain your powers. Then you can kill that ugly thorn in your side and all is well."
"Yes, but with what happened we are behind schedule."
He sighed and waved a hand, "A minor set back. Tonight's sacrifice is lower profile and simpler. We'll be back on track before you know it."
"I put much on the line to side with you, Wilkins. You do me right and your Ascension will be even grander then even you imagined."
The Mayor tried to hold back his mirth but he couldn't. His friend was just so serious and he busted out laughing, "You really need to relax. Doesn't do the heart good." To emphasize the point he thumped at his chest twice
The man sat down in the chair nearby the desk and looked at the door where Finch and Trick had recently left, "Your man, Finch. I do not trust him. His aura stinks of possible betrayal."
"Now you're being paranoid. Allan is as loyal as they come." Wilkins lowered his head and readied himself for another swing, "Besides he knows that there are other worldly favors I need to pay back that he doesn't want to be a part of."
He pulled back and demonstrated an almost perfect swing and pursed his lips in thought, "I'm dropping the shoulder too much still." Leaning on the side of his desk, he looked at his ally, "Mark my word. I have all my resources focusing on us and when the time is right, you can take that pesky Slayer out of the equation." The Mayor's eyes lit up like a small child, "Now won't that be fun!"
Chapter Three
Faith strolled through the graveyard more concerned with the revelations of the past few days then concentrating on patrol. She almost did it. She almost let herself open up and trust Buffy. Her hand involuntarily tightened around the stake she was holding and Faith could feel her jaw set tightly as she remembered how well she was played. First Post had tricked her into believing that she was her new Watcher. From the start, Faith had issues with Post stemming from having a front row viewing of the ancient Vampire, Kakistos, shredding her first Watcher from limb to limb. That was the only person that she grew to trust and care about. So what happens? She was killed. All because Faith was afraid. She was able to get over that fear and kill her tormentor but did that bring her Watcher back? No. Now Post gave her a small sense of hope and she was blinded by it. Then Xander got her all riled up in wanting to kill Angel. Not that Faith felt completely bad about that. Just something about a Vampire that was on the right side of the law made no sense to her. Not to mention the whole Angel and Buffy "thing" that she barely understood. Finally, the ass kicking came by Buffy to save her man. It really helps the ego by having your supposed sister in arms beat the hell out of you.
It also doesn't do well for the self-esteem. One small pleasure that Faith could take with her is that Buffy lied to everyone, not just her. Buffy knew that Angel was alive and kept it a secret. Faith really wanted to trust her and start over in this town but how was she supposed to feel? Actions speak louder then words. The physical wounds from their fight were gone but all that mental reinforcement to trust no one was there. She should have known that her idealism in coming to Sunnydale would turn full circle into a nightmare once again.
That caused her to pause. Maybe it was still too soon to think so pessimistically .
A rustle of leaves towards the south caught her attention and Faith cursed under her breath, Okay, no more thinking. Time to slay and then party to forget this crap.
The brunette quietly stalked over to the small formation of bushes and poked her head cautiously around the corner. She arrived just in time to see the fluttering of some long black coat as it disappeared into the nearby crypt. Faith had a big cocky grin on her face as she moved out of hiding and towards the opened door, "Found a Vamp's home. My lucky night."
Aliya wasn't happy. After she entered the second half of the crypt, she cursed the longevity of this family and the fact they all must be buried here. There had to be at least twelve coffins in this room. Four were on the ground proper and the other eight she could see were resting inside the chiseled openings in the wall.
The relatives that died earliest would be in the stone raised coffins on the ground. As other generations passed on, room was made for them in the walls and then eventually in the first room. Best to start with the center coffins since the item she was looking for most likely would have been found in the early 1900's. Sunnydale was still in its infancy at that time.
She pushed against the end of the coffin, moving the heavy stone around where it eventually rested perpendicular to the raised stone platform. Her efforts were wasted as she rummaged through bones and rotted clothing and found nothing. The next two coffins provided more of nothing and Aliya glared at the last one, "So help me if I have to start pulling your grandchildren out of the wall."
The lid was pushed off like all the others and her eyes lit up. A hilt was partially hidden on the corpse's side. That wasn't much to go on but that faceted emerald jewel was all too familiar. Hesitantly Aliya reached for it, still not wanting to get her hopes up. As soon as her fingers wrapped around the hilt, she instantly knew that this was it. She pulled it out of the scabbard and inspected it. This was indeed the knife she was looking for. The six inch slender blade was as pristine as the day she first saw it. Gold and silver metal were engraved with ancients runes that forged the hilt and the small emerald that was embedded at the end, glimmered softly as it hit the moonlight.
She quickly put back the lids of the coffins and silently prayed for forgiveness in disturbing their rest, Trust me. You're better off having me find this first.
A flick of her wrist, and the weapon disappeared behind the folds of her jacket. Aliya stole a quick glance around her and was satisfied that things were set right and took her leave of the crypt.
. And found a fist connecting right into her face.
Aliya couldn't stop herself from falling backwards as she tripped over the stone base of the crypt door. She landed hard and a grunt escaped her lips, more of out surprise then anything else. That didn't annoy her as much as the sharp pain that throbbed at her right cheek. Opening her eyes in a hurry, she looked around for anyone nearby and tried to get up just to be pushed back down against the ground once again. Her attacker was squatting over her and what registered next was the stake they were holding.
She snapped her left hand up and grabbed their wrist as the stake starting to come down at her chest. It didn't take too long to figure out who this was. A young girl with long brown hair, dressed in leather that wields a stake was attacking her. Aliya cursed at herself for being foolish. She had learned Buffy's patrolling habits and knew that the blonde Slayer wouldn't have been here for another hour. It wasn't that she forgot about Faith, it was just that this new Slayer was unpredictable and had no patrolling pattern.
Which leads us to now.
Faith tried to push down with all her slayer strength to force the stake down but that wasn't getting her anywhere. Much to her surprise, the stake was actually being pushed back towards her. So she moved onto the next best option. Strangling the Vampire and beating her head into the floor. As Faith's fingers constricted around Aliya's throat, the rush she was feeling became stronger and that made her feel even more powerful. If she can't stake the Vampire, she'll rip her head off.
Aliya was at the point where she was beyond angry with herself. She felt stupid and incompetent because she knew better then to let someone get the drop on her and now breathing was a serious problem. Then her head was lifted and slammed into the floor . hard. Her teeth were clenched together tightly as she brought a leg underneath Faith's body. Luckily the inexperienced Slayer left an opening and she kicked the brunette off of her, sending her flying backwards.
She didn't want to take pleasure in it but it really was quite enjoyable watching the surprise look on Faith's face as she was catapulted away. Aliya rubbed the back of her head and winced. She was happy that Faith wouldn't get another chance at that move. Grabbing the sides of the door, Aliya got to her feet and left the crypt.
Faith was sprawled out between a few gravestones and was starting to get up. The young Slayer already saw her and the look on her face meant business was going to pick up. Aliya dug her right heel into the ground and readied herself as Faith came at her with wild punches. There was no finesse to the way she fought. It was all about rage and taken pleasure in the fight. The punches were easy to block and Aliya took hold of Faith's forearm and stepped around, forcing the Slayer to flip onto her back.
Aliya was frantically looking for an exit because the longer this continued the worse off she was going to be. Mostly because of Donovon, not the fight.
Not too far away, Buffy had already dusted a Vampire and was continuing her patrol in the graveyard. Absently, she turned the pointed end of the stake back and forth inside her palm. The night was already going perfect seeing that the score was Buffy one and the Undead zero. She was hoping that it was continue to go smoothly so she could go home early and study for her SAT's. Buffy barely had time to study with slaying, Angel, trying to make things up to her friends, and Faith.
The two Slayers hadn't said a word to each other since Buffy last visited Faith in her motel. Even she had to admit that it was almost pointless going there. She didn't want forgiveness but a second chance to make up with her fellow Slayer. Faith made it clear that she was still angry over the fistfight that happened but before she left Faith's motel room, it looked like the younger Slayer wanted to say something. Stupid Buffy didn't press on what it was and instead left, leaving all that new found baggage between them. Looking back, she should have gently forced the issue and tried to work things out. There was a problem. Buffy didn't know how to relate or even act around Faith. She was an unknown that scared and exhilarated her at the same time.
Her brows scrunched together and Buffy shook her head, "Gah, broody. Broody bad. Gotta think more like what the words malingering and opprobrium mean for my test."
The sounds of a scuffle from far behind her were picked up by her enhanced senses. Her ears picked up a yelp and a few grunts that sounded extremely familiar. She couldn't quite place why it seemed familiar but started to run straight for the rumble.
Being tossed around was getting old rather quickly. "Alright that's it!" Faith would only admit to herself that maybe she misjudged this being a simple stake and go. She rolled to her feet and sized up her opponent. As she eyed her up and down, Faith finally got a real good look at her. She couldn't help the half-smiled that came across her face, "Man. Hate to dust you now since I like your style."
Both of them had apparently had the same taste in clothing. Faith in her tight black leather pants, boots and red shirt and Aliya with the same but a more comfortable black shirt instead of red. She could see the brunette eyeing her trench with a wicked look, "I might have ta take that off of ya."
Aliya rolled her eyes and shook a finger in front of Faith, "Nuh uh. That's mine"
And for the second time today, Aliya was taking by surprise as someone kicked her from behind. She let her body relax so she could roll forward; then sharply dove to Faith's left to avoid being staked. Standing up, she was greeted with the not so pleasant sight of both Slayer's. Inwardly she berated herself and wondered how she was going to get out of this and also explain this mess.
Buffy didn't pull out her stake yet and was standing ready, calculating the best way to attack. Faith fell in beside Buffy, "What a wonderful surprise ta see ya, B."
The obvious sarcasm was not lost on Buffy but she ignored it, "Yeah well, I should've realized you were the one grunting."
A naughty grin spread across Faith's lips as she waggled her brows, "I betcha liked listenin' too."
It was easy to see the look of "ew" on Buffy's face. "You wish." She motioned over to Aliya who was standing there, seemingly waiting for the two Slayers to attack, "Looks like this one's frisky. I got left."
"And I got right." They were falling into their old pattern of playing off each other. It felt nice.
Aliya smiled, "I guess that means I'm stuck in the middle. I could think of worse fates." She knew she was being bad but she might as well enjoy this. For a long time she wanted to go up against Buffy and Faith thrown into the mix added an unknown factor. Besides, been awhile since she had a really good romp.
She pulled the back of her trench coat away from her right leg as she positioned herself between the incoming Slayers. Buffy seemingly was attacking high but Aliya knew it was a distraction. She jumped up to avoid the sweep kick and as she came down, ducked underneath the roundhouse kick from Faith's direction. With a quick palm strike to the brunette's knee, Faith lost her balance and Aliya rolled away from them both. Buffy was on top of her in seconds. Both of them exchanged a series of kicks and punches that each parried or dodged with ease. Aliya had an advantage though. Watching Buffy all this time wasn't just for the verbal information gathering. She also learned the Slayer's fighting style. She waited as this display of low kicks would lead to a spinning backhand. And Aliya was right there to snatch that arm out of the air. A surprised Buffy found herself turned around and thrown over the nearest headstone.
Faith used Buffy's flight as a distraction and brought an axe kick down on Aliya's shoulder. Aliya yelled out in pain and the thought that her shoulder might be dislocated crossed her mind. Thankfully it wasn't as she used both hands to catch Faith's leg before she could get it out of reach. She pulled the younger Slayer forward briefly before sending her flying into the side of the crypt. Faith hit hard and fell to the ground where she lay motionless.
"Shit." Aliya moved forward towards the fallen Slayer and missed seeing Buffy vault over the headstone. She spun around behind her, connecting with a very hard kick to the middle of Aliya's back.
"You're not going to get the chance to finish her off." Buffy pulled out the stake she was hiding and lunged forward to take out the Vampire from behind.
Aliya, now breathing quickly through her teeth, painfully turned onto her back and entangled Buffy's legs with her own. The Slayer fell forward with the intent of staking Aliya still. Aliya's eyes went wide and she barely got her shoulder up in time as the stake impaled the ground harmlessly. She rolled back and two pairs of green eyes locked together and briefly, time seemed to stop. Buffy had a feeling that something was really strange with this Vampire and it didn't make any sense. It felt familiar somehow.
Aliya could see Buffy's mind starting to spin with questions and that was bad. She used the brief time that Buffy stopped attacking her to her advantage. Like with Faith, she was able to get her feet underneath Buffy and pushed her off. Aliya quickly scrambled to her feet and watched as the blonde rolled into the side of the crypt. If she didn't think it would hurt to laugh she might. Buffy landed upside down next to Faith, with her legs on top of her.
Rubbing the small of her back, she noticed that the dark Slayer was starting to come around and Buffy was trying to get out of her uncomfortable position. This was her time to leave and she took off and out of sight around the crypt thinking, Donovon is going to kill me.
Faith growled as Buffy accidentally kicked her in the back of the head. The older Slayer was trying to get her legs untangled but was doing more damage to Faith then anything else. Unceremoniously, she pushed Buffy's legs away. "Hey! Watch it! My heads already ringing enough!"
"Oh like I wanted to end up in this position." She stood up and started to pick at the leaves that got caught in her hair. That Vampire was already long gone and her body felt so rigid and stiff from that wonderful encounter.
"Trust me. I wasn't enjoying it either. I didn't think you weighed that much for being so short," said Faith as she tried standing on two feet, using the side of the crypt as a crutch. She groaned as stars starting to come into existence but shrugged it off.
Buffy's head spun around so fast to give Faith the dirtiest look she could muster, but it came out more like a pitiful pout. "My height and weight aren't the issue here, Faith!"
The brunette tilted her head to the side looked closely at the blonde slayer, "Yeah, good point. Those things aren't fun to talk about."
"Um, hello? Bring yourself back to reality for a moment and focus. We BOTH just got our asses handed to us by one. ONE Vampire. This isn't a concern for you?"
"Nah. She was just lucky. Next time she ain't gettin' away. That one's on my hit list."
"Hit list?" Buffy asked with a curious brow.
Faith shrugged, "Well, I just started it and since that's the case, that ones got spot numero uno." She scrunched her brows together as what Buffy said started to make some sense. Sometimes the words left her mouth before she really thought things through, "Maybe we should talk to G-man about this?"
Buffy blinked, "Oh my god! Did I just hear reason come out of your mouth?"
She felt a shiver go down the length of her spine at the cold glare that Faith shot her. Why did she even try? "Ya know what? How about you go talk to G-man and the rest of the scoobs and I'll see if I can pick up that Vamp's tracks."
"Faith? I didn't mean."
Buffy started but didn't have a chance to finish as Faith turned around and pointed the stake angrily at her, "Don't. You go do what you do best and I'll do what I do, kay?"
She watched the younger Slayer leave and sighed. Once again, nothing but words poorly said and now Faith had more reason to stay angry with her. Buffy scowled at herself because once again she slammed the door closed in front of Faith. This had nothing to do with not tying to understand the other Slayer; this was her ridiculing Faith. Buffy had that to deal with along with a new powerful Vampire making a nest in Sunnydale.
Buffy would call Giles in the morning and let him know what happened and tomorrow she'll inform the rest of the gang. Hopefully they could find out who this was. If not, she had someone to fall back on. Angel might have some information about this new Vampire and if he didn't, he surely would know someone that could be threatened that would.
As she walked down her street, home already in view, her thoughts strayed to the actual fight. It seemed so. wrong. Buffy and Faith being tossed around like rag dolls because of one bloodsucker just seemed. Wrong. There were other things too that didn't make sense but as she stifled a yawn, sleep was calling her and Buffy didn't want to think.
Her eyes shot open wide with horror and Buffy hurdle the bushes, running straight home. Buffy remembered that she had all that studying to do for the SAT's.
To be continued.
Spoilers: Anything up to the middle of season three ending with the episode, Revelations.
Duty of the Slayer - Part I
Chapter One
You would figure that being in California, the nights wouldn't be as crisp as they were right now. Most nights were sticky with humidity on top of the incessant hot weather. Not to say that those nights don't happen here in Sunnydale, but having the town on a Hellmouth. That can mess with even the simplest things like the weather. Thankfully, it wasn't that much of a difference on most nights, but for the lone figure that clung to the shadows, inside. she longed for the cold winters that she grew accustomed to as a child. Only because of her sworn duty that was brought upon her against her will was she even here in Sunnydale.
She was perched up on top of the Gleaves Family Crypt where the trees gently swayed overhead and provided the perfect cover for observation. Nestling herself comfortably with her back against the tree, she pushed a few annoying strands of hair from her face and started her nightly vigil of waiting for the Slayer to make her rounds. Baring any Vampire, and of course Demon ambushes, Buffy usually made it to this graveyard a little past midnight but tonight was special. A local that worked at Happy Burger was attacked on his way home after work. He was worked over by a group of Vampires and left for dead. Most likely Mr. Ricky Malone was going to make an appearance tonight
A pout drew her face down since the leaves where obscuring her sight from watching the Slayer and her auburn friend. Tilting her head down, a pacing and stake wielding Buffy awaited her. It was easy to pick up on how tense she was. The blonde girl was walking back and forth so fast that she was causing grass and dirt to kick up on each turn. Willow sat on the plot across from Malone's, looking on at her friend with concern.
The silent watcher knew what was on the young Slayer's mind. Anyone that was in the supernatural community heard of Angelus' return. Most were confused as to how it happened. One day, Angel was fighting along side the Slayer, killing his own kind. The next day, his obsession with the Slayer and those closest to her, culminated in the death of Jenny Calendar. Mind games were Angelus' specialty. Constant pain coming at you over and over again until it drove you insane. Those that were killed swiftly by him should consider them fortunate because they were few and far between.
She only heard about what happened through word on the street. The guilt had to be eating at Buffy's conscience. How were you suppose to kill a person that fell into the darkness not by choice but because of a mistake? A mistake that you were a part of, a mistake that caused your lover to fall from grace once again and be swallowed by darkness. How were you supposed to be able to look at them and kill them?
Buffy hadn't and it cost lives. The life of a friend and the love of her Watcher.
Her ears perked up when Willow started talking. The distance was too far for a normal being to understand what was said, but one with her abilities found this task an easy one. It would be valuable to hear how things were faring with Buffy and her allies.
"Okay, Buffy? If you keep walking like that, Ricky isn't going to have to dig himself out of his grave. I mean, if you don't want to wait, that's cool but I think he should work for it."
Buffy was lost in her own thoughts to hear her friend clearly. Her recent failure caused her to really question her own ability to take out Angel. He turned evil and it was her job to kill evil. Slayer, vampire. Slay vampire. The logic was there but her heart had some serious catching up to do. Waiting for the newest dead boy of Sunnydale was giving her a little time to psyche herself up for whatever Angel was planning.
Willow scowled and saw that her humor fell flat, as Buffy was too preoccupied with her thoughts to listen. She couldn't be too hurt by it but Willow could relate a little. Having a boyfriend that is a Werewolf puts a new perspective on dating the Supernatural thing. Granted, he didn't go around killing people or hurting the people she loved but it was something strange and hard getting used to. Who likes locking up someone you care about for three nights out of the month inside a book cage for their own good?
With a pout, she cupped her chin and sighed. This was going to be a long night and if Ricky didn't come out and play soon, she was going to get dizzy watching Buffy. It was like watching a living mantra.
Eventually to stop her Buffy induced motion sickness; Willow kept her eyes forward, focusing on Ricky's headstone. It wasn't moving so that was a bonus but the fact that the ground was beginning to part wasn't.
One hand had already punched through the surface, followed by the other. "Uh. Buffy?"
Buffy couldn't believe she was brooding but in the cosmic scheme of things, it did make some weird sense. Angel was the master of it and she was preparing herself to kill him. Why not brood?
Ricky already had his game face on as his head popped up through the hole and spied the Slayer. Sharp fangs glistened as he grinned at what was to be his first kill. "Buffy!"
She definitely had enough to brood about. All the death and insanity that had happened in the last few months, it would require lots of time to brood each topic properly.
He propelled himself out of his grave and headed straight at the Slayer with a primal hunger deeply set in his eyes. "BUFFY!"
Buffy spun around and extended her arms out in annoyed gesture, "What Will?!"
The stake in her hand just happened to be pointed in the right directed so it plunged straight into Ricky's heart as he was trying to get the drop on the Slayer. He was a Vampire for less then a minute as he was quickly turned to dust.
Willow half cringed and shrugged her shoulders, putting on her best oops smile, "Ah, nevermind."
She had to chuckle. This Slayer had the luck of the Ancients beside her. That was the first time she'd witness an accidental slaying of a Vampire. Both of them were getting ready to leave and that was her cue to take off. There were a few places she needed to go before turning in and what she saw was enough. When the time came Buffy would have to face Angelus and either save the world from eternal Hell or be the cause of it.
With a flip of her trench's collar, she jumped off the side of the crypt of deftly landed on her feet. It was a night when the air was crisp and full of life. A nice ironic little pleasure when you live on a Hellmouth. She pulled out a pack of Winston's and took in a deep breath of fresh air, "Perfect night for a smoke."
She lit up and took a long drag from her cigarette before putting the lighter away. There was too much noise in her head to really pull out a coherent thought as countless possibilities of the future were being weighed in her mind. The persistent want was getting a good night's rest but that wasn't going to happen until Angelus was taking out of the equation.
One can hope and that was one ideal that she clung on to. It was the basic function for her existence because to think of why she existed would cause the world she created for herself to shatter.
Ignorance is bliss. And that was the last lie she told herself as she disappeared into the shadows and out of the graveyard.
One Week Later.
Angelus strode confidently towards Buffy who continued to back away from him until she felt her back hit the wall. He twirled the blade in his hand as a twisted grin crossed his face.
Standing close by the exit, Spike lifted Drusilla into his arms and stared in amazement to what he was witnessing, "God. He's gonna kill her."
He shrugged his shoulders and made his way out of the mansion to get him and his love out of Sunnydale.
Buffy eyes betrayed the fear and hurt that was festering inside as Angelus pointed the blade straight at her, "Now that's everything, huh? No weapons... No friends... No hope. Take all that away... And what's left?"
She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, waiting for the impending strike of the sword. Reflexes born from his Vampiric nature, the tip of the blade shot straight forward to slice through the Slayer's head but it never hit. Buffy slapped her hands together to stop the blade mere inches away from her face.
Green eyes snapped opened and locked with Angelus', "Me."
Buffy pushed forward with all her strength to send the hilt of the sword smashing into his face forcing Angelus to stumble backwards. Pressing on, she leapt forward and kicked him hard in the chest and the distance was enough to pick up her lost weapon. On even ground once again, Buffy lunged forward quickly where the Vampire barely had enough time to parry that attack.
Sunnydale Hospital.
Tired and weak, Willow still presses on with the spell so Angel can regain his soul. She wavered from side to side and her voice continues to falter. Oz and Cordelia look on with concern as the redhead looks like she is about to pass out any second.
She continued to focus on the spell, not letting the voices of concern distract her any further from what Buffy needed her to do. Too much was at stake and she couldn't fail but it was becoming so hard to breathe.
Then it happened. Her eyes grew wide and her body became rigid. At first she was aware of her surroundings and then it was like she was watching what she was doing like a spectator. Willow could feel an old power coursing through her body and revitalizing her energies. Then she felt her head lower and was staring at the Orb. The thoughts that were running through her mind and the words coming out of her mouth she couldn't recognize but she knew it was the spell.
"Te implor, doamne, nu ignora aceasta rugaminte."
Oz slowly turned to Cordelia, "Is this suppose to happen?"
"Nici mort, nici al fiintei..."
"Hey, speak English!" yelled a confused Cordelia.
Willow could hear them but her body was attuned to the power and completely centered on completing the incantation, "Lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-i va transporta, sufletul la el. Asa sa fie! Asa sa fie! Acum! Acum!"
The Orb suddenly burns brightly, lighting up the entire room in a white glow before it fades and returns back to being a useless paperweight.
At the Mansion.
It was time. Buffy's mind was completely fluid and in focus as she brought the sword above her head in an arc, preparing for the final swing that will end this nightmare for herself and for the world. Willow's spell had failed and Angelus was successful in freeing Acathla. The portal would open soon if she didn't kill him now.
Angel violently lurched forward and gasped in pain. He gritted his teeth as his eyes glossed over red before returning to normal. Falling to the ground, Buffy was still on her guard but was confused. Was this another trick of his?
He finally was able to make it to his feet as he looked at Buffy as if he hadn't seen her in months, "Buffy?" He noticed the blood on her forehead, "You're hurt."
Buffy lowered her weapon as Angel pulled her into his arms. She could feel him. Really feel him lost and alone as his body shook with fear. Willow's spell worked. He was cursed once again and Angel was really here. Damn the fates with them being late and relishing in the ironic nature of this. All that effort and it didn't matter.
The statue's face contorted and as soon as Acathla's mouth opened all the way, the portal to Hell appeared. The swirling red portal was growing bigger slowly but it was gaining in strength as seconds passed.
She felt Angel tense in her arms, "What's happening?"
It took at her strength to not cry as she pulled Angel away, "Shh, don't worry about it."
With a gentle touch, Buffy held the side of his face and kissed him on the cheek before pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. The portal continued to steadily grow at this point and Buffy pulled herself away, looking deeply into Angel's eyes, "I love you."
He was barely able to get the words past his lips, "I love you."
"Now close your eyes."
Angel could see nothing but love from Buffy and he trusted her completely, so he did as she asked. Her heart was breaking knowing what she had to do. She was breathing rapidly and on the verge of crying as she stepped back and readied the blade. Buffy closed her eyes for a second to call upon all the strength she had and then snapped them opened as she plunged the blade through Angel's chest.
Someplace else.
She awoke startled, clutching at her chest. It felt like her breath was being taken away and her skin was itching, hot, like it was on fire. The sweat soaked sheets felt confining around her naked body. Throwing them away, she stumbled out of bed and out of the bedroom. Through the darkness, she made it to the bathroom without bumping into most of the furniture. She blindly fumbled for the switch and shut her eyes tightly as the light burned her vision.
The faucet squeaked on as she let the hot water run. Her body was shaking and it took all her effort hanging onto both sides of the sink to not fall over. Steam from the water rose up and coalesced on the medicine cabinet mirror. It was welcomed inside of her body as she inhaled to help quench the burning that was inside her. She started to feel more stable and let go of the sink. It stung briefly as her clammy hands hit the hot water. The water pooled inside the palms of her hands and she splashed the rest of her consciousness into awareness.
The pain from the water was a realization that she wasn't dreaming anymore. The nightmare had ended. She was still in the bathroom of her apartment. Safe.
She wiped away the mist from the mirror and looked at herself with wild green eyes. Drops of water trickled down her forehead and dripped off her nose and chin. The sides of her brown hair were matted against her pale skin. It still made no sense that she was actually looking at her reflection staring right back at her.
"I'm still alive." and that one little sentence changed everything that she was meant to believe. Again.
Chapter Two
It was a typical night in one of Sunnydale's cemeteries. Only, things weren't going exactly the same.
"Gotta love the Dale." Faith smiled and pulled out her stake. She ducked down to avoid a crescent kick from the Vampire she was facing and popped back up quickly to dust him.
He was still falling into pieces as the dark haired slayer turned around and flipped the stake in her hand, "Plenty of Vamps to play with." With a lopsided grin, Faith leapt forward and took a swipe at one of them while kicking another one away with a sidekick.
Two of the Vampires that were involved in this ambush decided to stay hidden behind a large headstone to watch the drama. For their gang's own good of course. They would be nicely concealed and attack when the time was right.
The blonde, who looked like she was a Winger fan reject, slapped her partner in the arm, "I don't get this. She's fighting back."
Another yell was heard as Faith's stake found its mark once again. The Slayer flipped backwards to avoid a punch to her midsection and landed a hard roundhouse kick to the Vampire's face.
The female Vampire growled, disgusted with the situation, "And she's winning!"
He shrugged, "Has to be the Slayer, but. " he scratched at his head in confusion, "I always thought the Slayer was a blonde."
Two hands wrapped around the backs of both their necks and the Vampires whimpered in surprise. It felt like a vise was clamping down as hard as it could. Then when their pain tolerance was reached, and before they cried out to alert their comrades, their unknown assailant slammed their heads together.
She sighed and straightened out her leather trench as the Vampires slumped to the ground, "Not all Slayers are blondes you twits. Now as much as I would like to watch your two friends get their asses."
Green eyes perked up at the sound of another Vampire meeting its final death and she chuckled, "Make that one friend getting his ass kicked. I really don't need an audience." She grabbed one leg of each unconscious Vampire and dragged them off out of view. She had no intention of letting anyone knowing that she was hanging around but Faith was new. Didn't hurt to help, and it gave her the chance to see how the newest Chosen One was in action. Faith would most likely think that these two ran off and wouldn't suspect anything.
She had to frown though. She really wanted to stay and watch the finale.
A quick block with her forearm led to an elbow in the Vampire's throat. He staggered back and felt a kick across his face followed by another kick to the stomach and fell forward. Faith pulled the Vampire to his knees by the hair and lick her bottom lip with excitement, "You almost gave me a workout, y'know?"
The answer she got was a grunt and Faith laughed as she staked him, finishing him off. She scrunched her nose when she noticed there was too much dirt on her skin for her liking and started to wipe it off. Then it hit her that something didn't feel right. Her victory was too easy. Turning around, Faith scanned the area, eyes wide with alertness. All was quiet as crickets chirped and the rest of the dead stayed dead. Nothing was moving in the graveyard. "I could've sworn there were two more," she mumbled to herself.
Faith was disappointed. She still had all this excess energy to burn and the night was young. The stake was returned into the pocket of the black jacket that was resting over a headstone and Faith flipped it over her shoulder. There was only one place in Sunnydale that could possibly help quench her need and that was dancing at the Bronze. With luck, there might be another Vampire to stake and if she was really lucky, maybe Faith would run into the infamous Buffy. She had to find out if that rocket launcher rumor was true.
She smiled at those thoughts and the horrors that she witness within the last week seemed to fade away.
The living room was spacious already but having all the furniture pushed up against the walls made the room look even larger. An eerie mystique beheld the room as all the shades were pulled down, shadowing the entire apartment in darkness. The only item that remained in its place was the hand woven rug that she was given as a gift in Romania. It was positioned at an angle where one end pointed exactly north, south, east, and west. The old gypsy women told her that the combination of symbols, which held magick's, and the position of the rug would provide protection to the one she feared. She didn't think that a simple piece of cloth would actually afford her some peace but with mediation, her mind was able to find some calm using the rug as a focal point.
Wearing nothing more then a gray and black sports bra and black sweat pants, she focused on keeping her balance as she executed a one-handed headstand. To keep her hair from distracting her, it was pulled back in a ponytail which it harmlessly lay behind her. Her left bicep was tense, as it was the only source of strength keeping her up. Her other arm provided some balance as it was held outwards and to complete the act, both legs were parted to keep equilibrium. A pure mind and body were essential to find the inner focus necessary for any fight or for simply existing.
This was her daily ritual. No day was officially started until her mediation was completed. Other important things like planning the evening's events and food were then decided later. All that mattered was the steady intake and release of air as any thought in her mind or emotion within her heart disappeared. Other things would become clearer. Like the leaky faucet in the kitchen she was always putting off from fixing, the neighbor across the hall coming home from working third shift, the birds singing their mornings songs and the blasted phone ringing.
She opened her eyes with a disgusted look and brought her arm down. The phone sounded as loud as a police siren to her in this state. As her consciousness was returning, the sound of the ringing returned to its normal annoying ringing.
Arching her back, she brought her legs forward and flipped herself up to a standing position and headed to the phone. She wiped the sweat above her lips with the back of her hand and answered, "This better be good. Not finishing my morning exercises makes me cranky."
She could picture the man on the other end smiling, "Now I wouldn't call if it were not imperative."
"I know, Donovon. So spit it out."
"He's alive." There was a long pause and when she didn't answer, Donovon spoke up, "Aliya?"
"Sorry, I hear you. I was trying to figure out why waste the money calling me about something I already know."
"True, but. Did you know he was back?"
That took Aliya by surprise and she sat on the side of the couch, "Since when?"
"We aren't sure. This was only confirmed yesterday."
"Anything else?"
"Aliya."
"Don't. I don't need a lecture. Just." she licked her lips feeling that they had gone dry, "is there anything else?"
"No. How goes your end?"
"Same old same old. Watch, listen and learn. Got a little closer to the objective. I acquired a lead that the knife is held up in some crypt. Sometimes public libraries actually have useful knowledge. I plan on checking that out tonight."
"Good. Better the knife to be found first then the sword."
"Better for you maybe but not me," she huffed back.
Donovon could tell that it was time to end this conversation. Sometimes the girl's patience had a very thin line, "I'll let you go, dear. Be mindful to keep out of sight. If either Slayer finds you. There'll be questions asked which aren't ready to be answered."
She grinned, "Thank you for being overly dramatic." Her dark brows furrowed and her tone turned serious, "I know my duty."
Aliya sat there, lost in her own thoughts after she hung up the phone. Something that wouldn't be happening if she were able to finish her mediations.
Stupid Donovan, she thought to herself and then noticed a rather unpleasant smell in the apartment. She sniffed the air and then looked down at herself. Her body was covered in perspiration and she had forgotten to take a shower before bed. "Morning is ruined and I'm ripe."
She grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and headed for the bathroom, "This is gonna be a bad night. I just know it."
The office of the honorable Mayor Richard Wilkins III...
"So. Who's up for a little appeasing of Aseloth, huh?" The Mayor swiveled his leather chair around with a gleeful smile.
Trick straightened out his suit. Thoughts of what happened the last time the Mayor left goodies for one of the many demons he worshipped began to enter his mind. He put on a smile like everything was perfect, unlike the memories, "Well, sir. Anything to help in the preparation of course."
"That's what I like. Enthusiasm. Now, this isn't going to be like last time is it?" Wilkins jovial nature was put on hold as he looked sternly at Trick.
The fiasco that happened last week in the sewers was still a sore spot for the Vampire. It was the first real time that he failed his new boss. He didn't kill the Slayer, the ceremony was ruined and it probably would have ended badly for the Mayor himself if the Slayer didn't take out the snake demon Lurconis. Luckily Wilkins wasn't spotted with Trick and he was always one to look on the bright side of any misfortune. It was why Trick still had a job. "No problem. The mansion is completely secure so that this goes smoothly tonight."
The Mayor placed his hands on his desk and stood up, "Excellent. Now, Allan?"
The Deputy Mayor stepped forward. If one actually took notice, Finch looked somewhat apprehensive when the Mayor said his name, "Yes, sir?"
"You two go and divvy out the orders that any Vampire, Demon, or Rayne for that matter, enter Sunnydale to inform me. I don't need variables running around in my city without my knowledge."
"Of course." Allan motioned towards the door, implying that Trick leave first.
As soon as the door closed, Wilkins slipped out a golf club from underneath his desk and stepped out from behind it, "You can come out now."
The closet behind the Mayor's desk opened and out walked a six foot two tall man with shoulder length white hair. A scar had taken his left eye and he appeared to be in his twenties. Those that looked hard into his good eye could see the wisdom and experience that only age would grant. He was rugged in his looks and dress, the opposite of the professional manner that Wilkins presented.
He closed the door and watched the Mayor practice his golf swing slowly, "I cannot believe you had me hide in the closet."
"It was either that or let my colleagues know about you." He turned around and pointed the five iron at his guest with a smile, "And I know you don't want that."
He couldn't help but sneer, "It does not befit one of my station."
Wilkins couldn't believe what he was hearing, "Oh come on now. Don't be so glum. Think about it this way. We're close to finding what you need to regain your powers. Then you can kill that ugly thorn in your side and all is well."
"Yes, but with what happened we are behind schedule."
He sighed and waved a hand, "A minor set back. Tonight's sacrifice is lower profile and simpler. We'll be back on track before you know it."
"I put much on the line to side with you, Wilkins. You do me right and your Ascension will be even grander then even you imagined."
The Mayor tried to hold back his mirth but he couldn't. His friend was just so serious and he busted out laughing, "You really need to relax. Doesn't do the heart good." To emphasize the point he thumped at his chest twice
The man sat down in the chair nearby the desk and looked at the door where Finch and Trick had recently left, "Your man, Finch. I do not trust him. His aura stinks of possible betrayal."
"Now you're being paranoid. Allan is as loyal as they come." Wilkins lowered his head and readied himself for another swing, "Besides he knows that there are other worldly favors I need to pay back that he doesn't want to be a part of."
He pulled back and demonstrated an almost perfect swing and pursed his lips in thought, "I'm dropping the shoulder too much still." Leaning on the side of his desk, he looked at his ally, "Mark my word. I have all my resources focusing on us and when the time is right, you can take that pesky Slayer out of the equation." The Mayor's eyes lit up like a small child, "Now won't that be fun!"
Chapter Three
Faith strolled through the graveyard more concerned with the revelations of the past few days then concentrating on patrol. She almost did it. She almost let herself open up and trust Buffy. Her hand involuntarily tightened around the stake she was holding and Faith could feel her jaw set tightly as she remembered how well she was played. First Post had tricked her into believing that she was her new Watcher. From the start, Faith had issues with Post stemming from having a front row viewing of the ancient Vampire, Kakistos, shredding her first Watcher from limb to limb. That was the only person that she grew to trust and care about. So what happens? She was killed. All because Faith was afraid. She was able to get over that fear and kill her tormentor but did that bring her Watcher back? No. Now Post gave her a small sense of hope and she was blinded by it. Then Xander got her all riled up in wanting to kill Angel. Not that Faith felt completely bad about that. Just something about a Vampire that was on the right side of the law made no sense to her. Not to mention the whole Angel and Buffy "thing" that she barely understood. Finally, the ass kicking came by Buffy to save her man. It really helps the ego by having your supposed sister in arms beat the hell out of you.
It also doesn't do well for the self-esteem. One small pleasure that Faith could take with her is that Buffy lied to everyone, not just her. Buffy knew that Angel was alive and kept it a secret. Faith really wanted to trust her and start over in this town but how was she supposed to feel? Actions speak louder then words. The physical wounds from their fight were gone but all that mental reinforcement to trust no one was there. She should have known that her idealism in coming to Sunnydale would turn full circle into a nightmare once again.
That caused her to pause. Maybe it was still too soon to think so pessimistically .
A rustle of leaves towards the south caught her attention and Faith cursed under her breath, Okay, no more thinking. Time to slay and then party to forget this crap.
The brunette quietly stalked over to the small formation of bushes and poked her head cautiously around the corner. She arrived just in time to see the fluttering of some long black coat as it disappeared into the nearby crypt. Faith had a big cocky grin on her face as she moved out of hiding and towards the opened door, "Found a Vamp's home. My lucky night."
Aliya wasn't happy. After she entered the second half of the crypt, she cursed the longevity of this family and the fact they all must be buried here. There had to be at least twelve coffins in this room. Four were on the ground proper and the other eight she could see were resting inside the chiseled openings in the wall.
The relatives that died earliest would be in the stone raised coffins on the ground. As other generations passed on, room was made for them in the walls and then eventually in the first room. Best to start with the center coffins since the item she was looking for most likely would have been found in the early 1900's. Sunnydale was still in its infancy at that time.
She pushed against the end of the coffin, moving the heavy stone around where it eventually rested perpendicular to the raised stone platform. Her efforts were wasted as she rummaged through bones and rotted clothing and found nothing. The next two coffins provided more of nothing and Aliya glared at the last one, "So help me if I have to start pulling your grandchildren out of the wall."
The lid was pushed off like all the others and her eyes lit up. A hilt was partially hidden on the corpse's side. That wasn't much to go on but that faceted emerald jewel was all too familiar. Hesitantly Aliya reached for it, still not wanting to get her hopes up. As soon as her fingers wrapped around the hilt, she instantly knew that this was it. She pulled it out of the scabbard and inspected it. This was indeed the knife she was looking for. The six inch slender blade was as pristine as the day she first saw it. Gold and silver metal were engraved with ancients runes that forged the hilt and the small emerald that was embedded at the end, glimmered softly as it hit the moonlight.
She quickly put back the lids of the coffins and silently prayed for forgiveness in disturbing their rest, Trust me. You're better off having me find this first.
A flick of her wrist, and the weapon disappeared behind the folds of her jacket. Aliya stole a quick glance around her and was satisfied that things were set right and took her leave of the crypt.
. And found a fist connecting right into her face.
Aliya couldn't stop herself from falling backwards as she tripped over the stone base of the crypt door. She landed hard and a grunt escaped her lips, more of out surprise then anything else. That didn't annoy her as much as the sharp pain that throbbed at her right cheek. Opening her eyes in a hurry, she looked around for anyone nearby and tried to get up just to be pushed back down against the ground once again. Her attacker was squatting over her and what registered next was the stake they were holding.
She snapped her left hand up and grabbed their wrist as the stake starting to come down at her chest. It didn't take too long to figure out who this was. A young girl with long brown hair, dressed in leather that wields a stake was attacking her. Aliya cursed at herself for being foolish. She had learned Buffy's patrolling habits and knew that the blonde Slayer wouldn't have been here for another hour. It wasn't that she forgot about Faith, it was just that this new Slayer was unpredictable and had no patrolling pattern.
Which leads us to now.
Faith tried to push down with all her slayer strength to force the stake down but that wasn't getting her anywhere. Much to her surprise, the stake was actually being pushed back towards her. So she moved onto the next best option. Strangling the Vampire and beating her head into the floor. As Faith's fingers constricted around Aliya's throat, the rush she was feeling became stronger and that made her feel even more powerful. If she can't stake the Vampire, she'll rip her head off.
Aliya was at the point where she was beyond angry with herself. She felt stupid and incompetent because she knew better then to let someone get the drop on her and now breathing was a serious problem. Then her head was lifted and slammed into the floor . hard. Her teeth were clenched together tightly as she brought a leg underneath Faith's body. Luckily the inexperienced Slayer left an opening and she kicked the brunette off of her, sending her flying backwards.
She didn't want to take pleasure in it but it really was quite enjoyable watching the surprise look on Faith's face as she was catapulted away. Aliya rubbed the back of her head and winced. She was happy that Faith wouldn't get another chance at that move. Grabbing the sides of the door, Aliya got to her feet and left the crypt.
Faith was sprawled out between a few gravestones and was starting to get up. The young Slayer already saw her and the look on her face meant business was going to pick up. Aliya dug her right heel into the ground and readied herself as Faith came at her with wild punches. There was no finesse to the way she fought. It was all about rage and taken pleasure in the fight. The punches were easy to block and Aliya took hold of Faith's forearm and stepped around, forcing the Slayer to flip onto her back.
Aliya was frantically looking for an exit because the longer this continued the worse off she was going to be. Mostly because of Donovon, not the fight.
Not too far away, Buffy had already dusted a Vampire and was continuing her patrol in the graveyard. Absently, she turned the pointed end of the stake back and forth inside her palm. The night was already going perfect seeing that the score was Buffy one and the Undead zero. She was hoping that it was continue to go smoothly so she could go home early and study for her SAT's. Buffy barely had time to study with slaying, Angel, trying to make things up to her friends, and Faith.
The two Slayers hadn't said a word to each other since Buffy last visited Faith in her motel. Even she had to admit that it was almost pointless going there. She didn't want forgiveness but a second chance to make up with her fellow Slayer. Faith made it clear that she was still angry over the fistfight that happened but before she left Faith's motel room, it looked like the younger Slayer wanted to say something. Stupid Buffy didn't press on what it was and instead left, leaving all that new found baggage between them. Looking back, she should have gently forced the issue and tried to work things out. There was a problem. Buffy didn't know how to relate or even act around Faith. She was an unknown that scared and exhilarated her at the same time.
Her brows scrunched together and Buffy shook her head, "Gah, broody. Broody bad. Gotta think more like what the words malingering and opprobrium mean for my test."
The sounds of a scuffle from far behind her were picked up by her enhanced senses. Her ears picked up a yelp and a few grunts that sounded extremely familiar. She couldn't quite place why it seemed familiar but started to run straight for the rumble.
Being tossed around was getting old rather quickly. "Alright that's it!" Faith would only admit to herself that maybe she misjudged this being a simple stake and go. She rolled to her feet and sized up her opponent. As she eyed her up and down, Faith finally got a real good look at her. She couldn't help the half-smiled that came across her face, "Man. Hate to dust you now since I like your style."
Both of them had apparently had the same taste in clothing. Faith in her tight black leather pants, boots and red shirt and Aliya with the same but a more comfortable black shirt instead of red. She could see the brunette eyeing her trench with a wicked look, "I might have ta take that off of ya."
Aliya rolled her eyes and shook a finger in front of Faith, "Nuh uh. That's mine"
And for the second time today, Aliya was taking by surprise as someone kicked her from behind. She let her body relax so she could roll forward; then sharply dove to Faith's left to avoid being staked. Standing up, she was greeted with the not so pleasant sight of both Slayer's. Inwardly she berated herself and wondered how she was going to get out of this and also explain this mess.
Buffy didn't pull out her stake yet and was standing ready, calculating the best way to attack. Faith fell in beside Buffy, "What a wonderful surprise ta see ya, B."
The obvious sarcasm was not lost on Buffy but she ignored it, "Yeah well, I should've realized you were the one grunting."
A naughty grin spread across Faith's lips as she waggled her brows, "I betcha liked listenin' too."
It was easy to see the look of "ew" on Buffy's face. "You wish." She motioned over to Aliya who was standing there, seemingly waiting for the two Slayers to attack, "Looks like this one's frisky. I got left."
"And I got right." They were falling into their old pattern of playing off each other. It felt nice.
Aliya smiled, "I guess that means I'm stuck in the middle. I could think of worse fates." She knew she was being bad but she might as well enjoy this. For a long time she wanted to go up against Buffy and Faith thrown into the mix added an unknown factor. Besides, been awhile since she had a really good romp.
She pulled the back of her trench coat away from her right leg as she positioned herself between the incoming Slayers. Buffy seemingly was attacking high but Aliya knew it was a distraction. She jumped up to avoid the sweep kick and as she came down, ducked underneath the roundhouse kick from Faith's direction. With a quick palm strike to the brunette's knee, Faith lost her balance and Aliya rolled away from them both. Buffy was on top of her in seconds. Both of them exchanged a series of kicks and punches that each parried or dodged with ease. Aliya had an advantage though. Watching Buffy all this time wasn't just for the verbal information gathering. She also learned the Slayer's fighting style. She waited as this display of low kicks would lead to a spinning backhand. And Aliya was right there to snatch that arm out of the air. A surprised Buffy found herself turned around and thrown over the nearest headstone.
Faith used Buffy's flight as a distraction and brought an axe kick down on Aliya's shoulder. Aliya yelled out in pain and the thought that her shoulder might be dislocated crossed her mind. Thankfully it wasn't as she used both hands to catch Faith's leg before she could get it out of reach. She pulled the younger Slayer forward briefly before sending her flying into the side of the crypt. Faith hit hard and fell to the ground where she lay motionless.
"Shit." Aliya moved forward towards the fallen Slayer and missed seeing Buffy vault over the headstone. She spun around behind her, connecting with a very hard kick to the middle of Aliya's back.
"You're not going to get the chance to finish her off." Buffy pulled out the stake she was hiding and lunged forward to take out the Vampire from behind.
Aliya, now breathing quickly through her teeth, painfully turned onto her back and entangled Buffy's legs with her own. The Slayer fell forward with the intent of staking Aliya still. Aliya's eyes went wide and she barely got her shoulder up in time as the stake impaled the ground harmlessly. She rolled back and two pairs of green eyes locked together and briefly, time seemed to stop. Buffy had a feeling that something was really strange with this Vampire and it didn't make any sense. It felt familiar somehow.
Aliya could see Buffy's mind starting to spin with questions and that was bad. She used the brief time that Buffy stopped attacking her to her advantage. Like with Faith, she was able to get her feet underneath Buffy and pushed her off. Aliya quickly scrambled to her feet and watched as the blonde rolled into the side of the crypt. If she didn't think it would hurt to laugh she might. Buffy landed upside down next to Faith, with her legs on top of her.
Rubbing the small of her back, she noticed that the dark Slayer was starting to come around and Buffy was trying to get out of her uncomfortable position. This was her time to leave and she took off and out of sight around the crypt thinking, Donovon is going to kill me.
Faith growled as Buffy accidentally kicked her in the back of the head. The older Slayer was trying to get her legs untangled but was doing more damage to Faith then anything else. Unceremoniously, she pushed Buffy's legs away. "Hey! Watch it! My heads already ringing enough!"
"Oh like I wanted to end up in this position." She stood up and started to pick at the leaves that got caught in her hair. That Vampire was already long gone and her body felt so rigid and stiff from that wonderful encounter.
"Trust me. I wasn't enjoying it either. I didn't think you weighed that much for being so short," said Faith as she tried standing on two feet, using the side of the crypt as a crutch. She groaned as stars starting to come into existence but shrugged it off.
Buffy's head spun around so fast to give Faith the dirtiest look she could muster, but it came out more like a pitiful pout. "My height and weight aren't the issue here, Faith!"
The brunette tilted her head to the side looked closely at the blonde slayer, "Yeah, good point. Those things aren't fun to talk about."
"Um, hello? Bring yourself back to reality for a moment and focus. We BOTH just got our asses handed to us by one. ONE Vampire. This isn't a concern for you?"
"Nah. She was just lucky. Next time she ain't gettin' away. That one's on my hit list."
"Hit list?" Buffy asked with a curious brow.
Faith shrugged, "Well, I just started it and since that's the case, that ones got spot numero uno." She scrunched her brows together as what Buffy said started to make some sense. Sometimes the words left her mouth before she really thought things through, "Maybe we should talk to G-man about this?"
Buffy blinked, "Oh my god! Did I just hear reason come out of your mouth?"
She felt a shiver go down the length of her spine at the cold glare that Faith shot her. Why did she even try? "Ya know what? How about you go talk to G-man and the rest of the scoobs and I'll see if I can pick up that Vamp's tracks."
"Faith? I didn't mean."
Buffy started but didn't have a chance to finish as Faith turned around and pointed the stake angrily at her, "Don't. You go do what you do best and I'll do what I do, kay?"
She watched the younger Slayer leave and sighed. Once again, nothing but words poorly said and now Faith had more reason to stay angry with her. Buffy scowled at herself because once again she slammed the door closed in front of Faith. This had nothing to do with not tying to understand the other Slayer; this was her ridiculing Faith. Buffy had that to deal with along with a new powerful Vampire making a nest in Sunnydale.
Buffy would call Giles in the morning and let him know what happened and tomorrow she'll inform the rest of the gang. Hopefully they could find out who this was. If not, she had someone to fall back on. Angel might have some information about this new Vampire and if he didn't, he surely would know someone that could be threatened that would.
As she walked down her street, home already in view, her thoughts strayed to the actual fight. It seemed so. wrong. Buffy and Faith being tossed around like rag dolls because of one bloodsucker just seemed. Wrong. There were other things too that didn't make sense but as she stifled a yawn, sleep was calling her and Buffy didn't want to think.
Her eyes shot open wide with horror and Buffy hurdle the bushes, running straight home. Buffy remembered that she had all that studying to do for the SAT's.
To be continued.