Wells-Summers

Disclaimer: Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon

Spoilers: Post "Chosen"

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Carolin's POV

I hate this part; the calm before the storm, if you will. I just wish we could just start fighting. Like, after we discover the demons and make a plan of attack, we should get teleported there and start slaying some demon butt.

Maybe that's why some slayers are wary of me; I'm way sarcastic and I'm crazy about slaying. If slaying were a sport, I'd be MVP. And I don't even like sports. Where was I again? Oh right, I told the others to get ready for the big slaying tonight of the Orix demon, his apprentice and their minions. From the recon that Becca had gotten, the demons had shacked up in some old abandoned warehouse. And what's up with demons being so attracted to those types of places?

Stay focused Carolin. Your slayers need you to be focused for this, which is what I'm about to do. If the others knew, they'd definitely never let me hear the end of it. My preferred choice of getting hyped for a fight is not doing a warm up or going over the information, or even meditating in silence like most slayers, but Britney Spears. Yes, I'm a closeted Britney fan. There's just something about her songs that get me pumped up for the big fight and I haven't lost yet, so that's gotta mean something, right?

I wonder if Buffy listens to Britney Spears. Hold up, be kind and rewind, I'm sounding like a pathetic lovesick slayer or something. Which it's totally not that way; I'm just happy I was chosen as a slayer and then chosen to lead a group and will hopefully be chosen to study under Buffy. That would be majorly cool.

Becoming a slayer was amazing for me. I wasn't like the other girls, the ones who came from bad childhoods or something like that. I was just normal; I had some really kickass friends, my parents rocked and school was going fine, but I just felt like something was missing and then that day came. I knew I was changed, I just didn't know how. It wasn't until those silly commercials with Andrew and Vi started showing up that I realized I wasn't alone.

My parents know the truth. I mean, what caring parents just lets their fifteen year old daughter go off to get training in killing vampires and demons? No matter how good I like to believe I am, they still worry. Of course, I've been told by a lot of people that I'm good at what I do. Just three years of training and I was out of the academy and two years after that, here I am.

I wasn't a prodigy or anything and there are a lot of other slayers who could wipe the floor with me, but I am good.

It's Britney, bitch.

You gotta love "Gimme More". I mean, come on, great song to prepare with. I also may have been known to dance a little to this song, but again, the others could never find out.

As the music fills my head and I start to shake my body a little, I walk over to my closet, trying to find the best outfit. I'm practical, unlike a lot of slayers who think that patrolling in heels is the only way to go. I go for all black: pants, t-shirt, pull-over and running shoes. I'm for sure thinking about putting in an order of some type of protective vest or something.

These demons, they should be a cake. As in, a piece of. This apprentice isn't telepathic or anything. The only way for him to get in touch with his contacts is using a cell phone to call them. Part of the plan was to kill him first, or at the very least, separate him from his cell phone. That was all Becca, she could sneak up on someone who had eyes in the back of their head if she wanted to.

I'm actually kinda jealous of the bitch for that skill.

Okay, she's not really a bitch, but that's my colorful language for you. I don't actually mean anything by it, since I call everyone a bitch, but it takes some getting used to for people.

People say I curse like a sailor.

But I don't agree, I mean, the sailors had to learn from someone.

"You ready in there, Carolin?" Buffy's voice had cut in to my music.

Turning off and putting my iPod away, I open the door to find Buffy waiting, the Scythe in hand. It's funny how we're all slayers, lower case, but whenever Buffy gets brought up, her title is capitalized, as well as her preferred weapon of choice, the Scythe. It's the same with Faith.

"I'm good," I tell her. Turning around walking over to my trunk, I start loading up on weapons. "Just gotta get some weapons."

There's bound to be some vampires, so I take two stakes. I'm really good with short swords, so I strap one to my back and strap a dagger around my leg. I would take a crossbow, but I'm sure Becca is already prepared with that. She's pretty good at being my second, always thinking of the things I miss.

"I looked at your file again," Buffy tells me as I pull my door close and we walk to the dining room, where the others will meet us.

"Oh yea?" I knew what she was talking about. I mean, the minute her plane landed three weeks ago, I had been bugging her about it. Come on, though, how do you not want to be the one who takes over as leader after Buffy or second after Faith retires?

"I can already tell you, you're in," she smiled at me.

Hell yes!

"But what about the others interested?" I kept my cool on the outside, of course. A slayer has to be dignified, after all.

"I've got four more spots to fill, so I'm not worried. Yea, a lot of people applied, but not all of them were what I was looking for."

"Some just wanted to be in the league with Buffy Summers?"

I couldn't help but laugh a little as Buffy rolled her eyes. She didn't want to be idolized, but that couldn't be helped. And it probably made the consideration process a lot easier for her.

"So how many actual candidates?"

"Twenty-three with any real, actual interest. I'll work on it after the flight to Spain."

Ah yes, Spain. Finding out that Andrew was related to Buffy was something of a shock. I don't know him that well, but he seems cool, if not a little out there. And to be a relative to Buffy or any of the Scoobies is something amazing if you talk to any slayer. Well, you know, the ones who haven't gone rogue and tried to take them out…

"How are you going to handle your dad?" I'm already on Buffy's team, I think I'm allowed to be personal with her.

"I'm clueless. But I'm thinking something involving those teleportation portals."

She didn't say anything else, which was fine by me. I assumed the less I knew, the better chances I had to not being considered a witness to the case of Buffy Summers vs. the entire freaking country of Spain.

"Let's get this show on the road."

That came from Becca as soon as she saw me and Buffy join everyone else in the dining room.

"And remember, wait for Becca to strike the apprentice before hell breaks loose," I reminded everyone.

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Now, I do believe I told everyone to wait before hell broke loose to do anything. Actually, I can't blame anyone else; I should have made sure to tell myself that bit of news. The journey to the warehouse was fine. Well, maybe not for Michelle and Michaela. They're the slayers who aren't big on practical clothing and may have gotten confused for hookers working the streets.

Besides that, we found the warehouse and got into position just fine. Becca had somehow snuck inside unnoticed. Michelle was at one entrance, while Michaela nabbed the other one. Andrew stayed close to Michelle, while Buffy and I settled for the roof. And that's exactly where it all went wrong. What possessed me to stand on the one patch of glass roof?

Here I am, waiting for the apprentice to be all with agony and dying with a crossbow bolt in his head when the glass cracks and I fall through, right into the lap of the apprentice. Like, seriously, he was conducting business with the Orix and I fall into his lap.

And they're still shocked at my entrance as no one has moved yet.

"Um, Avon calling?"

Not my best quip, as the apprentice literally threw me out of his lap and onto the table in front of him, which meant I was caught between him and the Orix. Before the apprentice could make another move, my leg was swinging in the air, catching him across the face. It wasn't enough to knock him to the floor, but it was enough to make his whole body turn, which Becca took as a good sign and fired off her crossbow. The apprentice was dead before he hit the ground. As that was happening, the minions dispersed. Some headed for the exits, where Michelle, Michaela and Andrew were waiting. The others either headed for Becca or me.

Unlucky for me, I had the Orix behind me. It roared, I turned my body again and I punched. That wasn't enough to do much of anything but piss it off as it glared at me and came at me again. I didn't think the big demon would be that fast but it somehow got passed my defense and grabbed me by my pull-over and swung. I didn't land far, so I had to think quick as it charged.

"Carolin, catch!" Buffy, who had dropped in on table, yelled. She threw something from her hand and I couldn't believe what was coming at me, over the demon's head. Buffy Summers had actually thrown me the Scythe! She didn't even look to see if I caught it as she had thrown herself at the minions trying to protect their master. But, of course, my hands were on the weapon before my brain fully realized it.

Few slayers had actually used the Scythe and those that did tried to describe it, but failed. And now I knew why; the power was just… indescribable. There was no other word for it.

Gripping it with both hands, I knew this demon would be toast. Rolling forward underneath its fist, I came up behind its back and kicked out, getting the demon in his right side. He swung backward with his right arm, but I was not having that! Bringing the Scythe up, handle first, I could feel the demon's arm breaking from the force of my blow.

I wanted this over. And as much as I wanted to keep the Scythe in action, cause, come on, me a slayer holding the weapon made for a slayer…

While the demon roared in pain because of his broken arm, I swung again, aiming for the demon's neck. It was thick, but my weapon was totally badass and went right through it.

I may have done a little victory, but it couldn't be proved as it was cut short when a minion tackled me.

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"You know, it never hit me that demons would have dangly bits," Michaela spoke, as her sister tried to hold back a snort and failed miserably.

I didn't even try to hold back as my head hit the table with a thud and I cracked up.

"It certainly didn't stop you from kicking him there," Becca smiled.

"He had me cornered on and on the ground, what else was I was going to do?" Michaela shrugged.

"I think that one is for the record books on slaying techniques," Buffy smiled, as well.

It's always good when the leader agrees.

"It's upsetting that you're leaving now," Becca frowned. "Spain, right?"

"Yes, but I can't imagine that taking too long," she answered. "Depending on how the situation here looks, I may or may not be back. Not to mention, I have to be all decision making and meet with the slayers I choose."

"Are you 'porting there?" It was Michelle who asked and at the glare that both Andrew and Buffy sent her way, she continued, "Not that I would ever promote the use of it, cause this is not an emergency."

"The Council jet will be waiting for us in the morning," Andrew told everyone.

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Ok, so the visit to daddy dearest will be the next chapter. My first foray into first person point of view and I go beyond my normal word length for this story. No worries, of course, it'll happen! Gives thanks to Chosenfire for her idea for the next chapter, as well!