"You know what they call me?" The blue-eyed British girl twirled a stake in her hands.
"Slayer of Slayers. That's what they call me." She leaned closer to Buffy, eyes bright with fire then twirled round to rattle the chains circling the girl's wrists.
"And you know how I killed the Slayers?" She vamped out, grinning grotesquely.
"With a stake through the heart."

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3 days previously

The Scoobies were gathering at Buffy's house. Giles had called with news, and apparently Buffy was not happy about whatever he had said.
Buffy threw the cushion at the wall. It bounced off and lay there lamely, staring wistfully at her. Silly cushions and their puppy dog eyes, moaned the Slayer internally.
Willow stared at her from the sofa. "You're drunk. Why?"
Buffy waved her hands in the air. "Does there have to be a reason to be merryful?"
Spike wandered in, Xander beside him and leaned against the doorframe. "Ah. See you found out then, pet."
Willow tilted her head. "Umm, still confused here."
Spike smirked. "Our old pal Angel is back in town." Xander slouched over to sit beside Buffy. "Says he has information on a new Big Bad. Sounded pretty worried." He pulled the blonde Slayer up and dragged her towards the stairs. "Lil Miss Whiskey here needs to be sober for that encounter. I'll let her sleep it off."

When they were gone Spike sat down heavily. "She's still pretty messed up in't she."
Willow nodded, her mouth screwed up with worry. "There's something there between them that isn't going to go away soon. In fact," mouth screwed up even tighter, "I don't know if it will ever really go."
Spike sighed. "So what-"
"Nothing, Spike. We do nothing." Willow looked at him. "Either they figure it out. Or, well, I don't know. But we can't interfere. Especially you."
Spike glared for a moment, but then shrugged. "As long as Peaches doesn't open his bloody mouth and make the situation so much worse."

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Angel shook his head. "Well, it couldn't really be worse."
Spike groaned and rolled his eyes. The whole gang was sitting in the local Wolfram and Hart office. Willow, Tara, Xander and Anya sitting at the side of the table with Buffy at their head- head still sore from the previous night. Spike stood by the window, placing himself for maximum pacing space. Angel stood as close to Buffy as he could, but she was studiously trying to ignore him.
Xander spoke up. "So who, what, what, why and how?" Angel grimaced.
"It's a long story. But- well, she's a vampire." Buffy shrugged, still not meeting Angel's eyes.
"So what's the big? We can kill vamps." Awkwardness reigned for a moment while the two ensouled demons tried not to squirm.
"Actually- she's not just any vamp. They call her the Slayer of Slayers and-" Spike swore loudly.
"No! Angel shut-"

"Spike sired her."