A chunky male vamp threw Kennedy to the ground. He had a synthetic leather vest on, nothing underneath but his naked pudgy belly. His movement didn't ruffle his bad curly 80s-hair.

"You okay?" Buffy came to her side, helping her up. They just got off from slaying, now on their first official date. Technically, second, if they didn't count the impromptu date after running into Faith.

"You sure know how to give a girl a good time, Buff." Kennedy dusted herself off, standing up. Trying not to wince from the pain shooting through her. Can't be caught reeling in front of the girl she's trying to impress.

"It's still part of the date actually..." Before Kennedy could reply, Buffy was bear-hugged by the curly vamp. "I'll take this. Hang back for a while."

Buffy tried to wiggle herself free, no luck. She headbutted the beast. He staggered back, releasing her. She then threw a round kick that landed on his head. Kennedy jumped on him, dusting the beast.

"I feel like Indiana Jones. Fighting off monsters in search of the cave of doom." Kennedy muttered under her breath.

"Up ahead. Cave of doom." Buffy threw her stake away. It landed with a thunk. "Thing about slaying? There's no clocking out from this job."

Kennedy threw hers and reached for Buffy's hand, leading the way to the club they were looking for when the vamp showed up. The blonde was surprised but let her.

"It's a gimmick, isn't it? Plant a vamp by the alley." Kennedy chuckled.

"Yeah, their target market are Slayers mostly. Make them work up an appetite first." Buffy winked at Kennedy who laughed heartily back at her. "Come get your vamps hot off the grave. On the house."

Kennedy stopped short, turned around and pulled Buffy closer. She eyed Buffy's lips but opted in kissing her forehead.

The pair crossed the street toward the velvet black door held open by a bald overweight bouncer. The loud house music momentarily poured into the quiet alley.


"Buffy?" Kennedy's tiny voice was hurried. "What's wrong? You left something in the car?"

Buffy was calling Kennedy from home after their impromptu first date. She sat in front of the Emerson Victorian Grand piano, as she always did coming home. She lifted its cover and shut it close. Could I be more pathetic? Collecting Faith-related things. And for what? Faith is on to the next one. She's not wallowing like I am. She put the brunette's photo face down on top of the piano.

"No. Nothing like that. I just - just thought maybe you'd like to give tonight another go?"

"What made you change your mind?"

"I have a collection of Faith-related memorabilia in my house - as of this moment, like actual physical things." Buffy paused, half-expecting a snarky remark from Kennedy but none came. "I think I'm done. Wallowing, I mean. Not exactly done done, just yet, but I want to be. And that's a good first step, right?"

Kennedy didn't stir. She made no signs of movement.

Buffy is on pins and needles. Maybe I came on too strong or too weird. I should have left out the collection for now. I think it's more of a third date type of revelation.

Kennedy cleared her throat before speaking. "Tomorrow night. If you're really up for it."

"Before or after patrolling?"

Kennedy chuckled. "You are never not the Slayer."

"Is that bad?" Buffy grimaced.

"I think it's cute."


Faith visited The Cellar after a long time. Hoping to get some love from the Kiddies crowd. True enough, they did not disappoint. They were all shouting to get her attention, trying to get a piece of her, taking pictures of her and with her. She slowly made her way toward the bar, lightly dancing to the blasting music.

"Can I get a beer?" Faith shouted to the bartender at the opposite end. The man nodded and waved a rug-holding hand at her to acknowledge the order.

"Make that two. Dark beers." Another shout came from her left side.

Faith turned to see a pink-haired girl with piercings. "Wait. Simone? You grew your hair? No more mohawks." The two gave each other a hug.

"And you chopped off yours." Simone brushed the ends of Faith's shorter locks.

"Still pink though." Faith motioned to the other's hair as she positioned the stool under her bum.

"Trademark is a trademark, Faith." The bartender gave them both their dark beers. "Hey, saw your music video on Youtube." Simone pressed the bottle against her mouth, pausing. "Fucking sell out."

Faith's head fell back as she laughed. "Yeah, about that. It had to be done. For promotional purposes."

"Cool name." Simone was smiling slyly. "Are you, uh, by any chance referring to anyone in particular?"

Faith replied with a half-smile and took a gulp of beer. "What you been up to? You never left here?"

"Funny you should ask 'cause I just got back yesterday. From Egypt."

Faith hit her playfully. "Whoah. Didn't know you were such a history buff."

"All business and no pleasure, believe me. That place is too damn hot. I was sweating the whole time. Like a hooker working the pole for the first time, you know."

"Thanks for the visuals."

"You're welcome." Simone clinked her bottle with Faith's. "So when's the concert?"

"This weekend." Faith gulped down more alcohol. "You're not invited."

"Fuck you. Wouldn't wanna go anyway."

The two belted out a warm laugh.


This is the end station
But I can't move away from you

Buffy was checking out the glowing dance floor, enjoying every bit of it. She grinned to herself. "This is kinda like The Bronze except better. More disco balls. Ah-and a glowing dance floor!"

This is the edge of patience
But you won't prove yourself to me
Still you drain my soul and...

Kennedy spotted Simone at the bar who saw her too. She craned her neck, trying to make sure. The David Guetta track that was playing, starting out slow like a ballad, gradually picked up pace.

Even though it hurts, I can't slow down
Walls are closing in
And I hit the ground
Whispers of tomorrow echo in my mind
Just one last time

Simone spoke into the ear of the girl beside her. Kennedy continued walking toward the bar with Buffy. The people around them was moving in a frenzy as the track continuously sped up.

Even though it hurts, I can't slow down
Walls are closing in
And I hit the ground
Whispers of tomorrow echo in my mind
Just one last -

The girl beside Simone looked over her shoulder with furrowed brows, as though looking for something. Buffy followed Kennedy's gaze. On the other end was a death glare. Before Kennedy could react, there she was, Faith staring at them.

Tiiimmmeee...

Buffy's heart skipped a beat.

Just one last time...

Loud bass line and synth-piano melodies filled the tensed air. The Parent Slayers were stuck. Neither one wanting to break away from the stare-off. It was a contest of who has a stronger will and both wanted to win.

Just one last time...

"We're outta here." Kennedy yanked Buffy toward the exit, snapping her out of it.

Buffy didn't budge. "No." Kennedy sprung back. "I can't keep running for the nearest exit every time I bump into Faith."

"But seeing her could... you know... set you back." Kennedy couldn't look her in the eyes.

"You're scared I might relapse?" Buffy pulled Kennedy closer, putting both arms around her neck. Their lips met. Standing on the glowing dance floor surrounded by people jumping and dancing wildly, the two petite Slayers share their first kiss. Witnessed by the last person who should be witnessing it. Faith gritted her teeth. Simone said nothing and placed a consoling grip on her shoulder.


Unable to find a table anywhere, Buffy sat at the bar as Kennedy stood beside her. Faith remained quiet on their left side.

Kennedy broke the ice. She leaned over. "Where's your friend?"

Faith put her beer down, looking at Kennedy, and then Buffy. She looked sideways and saw Simone was not in her seat. "Which one?"

"Pink-haired one. Looked eerily similar to Simone. Or was I just seeing things?" Kennedy took a gulp from her rum and coke. "Unless you're really friends with Simone."

Faith played with the beer bottle. Not really looking at the two beside her. "And if I was? What's it to ya?"

"Won't that be a clash in principles? She's rogue and we're not. Aren't we?"

"Are you saying that I've gone rogue?"

"Nooo." Kennedy put her drink down. "Then again, you two have similar tendencies."

Faith got off her stool. She chuckled to herself. "Tendencies, huh?"

The Boston Slayer made to turn around and walk away - split second - changed her mind, instead threw a left hook at Kennedy who parried it. But Faith expected this and followed up with a right uppercut. Kennedy was taken by surprise. She staggered, holding her throbbing jaw.

Buffy stood in the middle like a referee. "Stop it you two. Or I'll kick BOTH your asses. You are not making a scene." She massaged her temples. "All I wanted was to see the glowing dance floor. And disco balls."

"She started it. You saw." Kennedy pointed at Faith.

Buffy sighed. "It doesn't matter who started it."

"What are you, five?" Faith snorted.

"That's it. Outside. Let's go." Kennedy took one step closer to Faith.

Buffy walked out and left them both.

Outside The Cellar, Buffy hadn't even completely stepped into the street when Faith's voice boomed from behind.

"What's with the rush? Happy hour's just starting." Faith was drunk and her voice was so loud, people coming into the club were looking in their direction.

Faith grabbed Buffy's arm and spun her around. She was in her face, slurring her words. "What the fuck, B? What do you think you're doing?"

"What are you rambling about?"

"With her." Faith's other arm pointed back to the club. "Why are you with her?"

Buffy took her arm back. "Don't think it's any of your business."

The tension between them was undeniable. Being that close to Faith again, it was electric. Buffy can feel herself relapsing. And she wanted more. She wanted to hold Faith closer and tighter, and kiss her in the mouth.

By this time, Kennedy has caught up with them. "Buffy? You okay?"

"Yeah." Buffy crossed her arms. Trying to put some distance between her and Faith before she loses it.

I wanna smash your fears
And get drunken off your tears
Don't you share your smile with anyone else but me

The bouncer was busy listening in on them, he left the velvet door open. The loud music escaped into the street.

Buffy stared at her feet. "I just can't escape you, Faith. And the first time I try, there you are. Right on schedule." She let out a sad chuckle.

I wanna touch your heart
I wanna crush it in my hands
Make you plead and cry as you give up all the lies

"For a while now, I've been holding on to you. Collecting Faith-related stuff. Sounds crazy, I know." Buffy let out a big sigh. "I bought a piano, a cello, couple of guitars, a Shelby Cobra. I remember how much you love Shelbys."

We're not lovers but more than friends
Put a flame to every single word you ever said

"That night we broke up, I said I didn't love you. But I lied." Buffy swallowed a lump in her throat. "Figured if you saw my collection, you'll believe me. How sorry I was. And love me again."

No more crying to get me through
I'll keep dancing till the morning with somebody new

"I'm so sorry for all the pain I caused you." Buffy reached over and touched the side of her face. "But tonight I'm getting over you, Faith."

Faith was dumbstruck. She couldn't move. She just looked on as Buffy and Kennedy walked away.

Tonight I'm getting over you
Tonight I'm getting over you

The words echoed inside her head.

Tonight I'm getting over you
Tonight I'm getting over you
Over you
Over you


Sorry guys it took so long. But here you go with Chapter 2. :) Don't be scared to leave a review or favorite my stories. Haha. I highly recommend it. :D Thanks.