A/N: I still don't know how I'm going to come up with the Big Bad, so please keep reading and Review. For those of you Charmed Fans, there's no Wyatt. Sorry.
Disclaimer: Joss and Aaron rock. I don't.
Chapter 8
Halliwell Manor
Piper, Phoebe, and Paige are sitting around their kitchen table looking at a photo album. Paige turns the page to reveal a high school picture of Piper with glasses and braces.
"Woah. Take a look at Metal-Mouth Piper." Paige says, her voice filled with disbelief. "That's how you looked in high school? Geesh. Your social life must have sucked big time." Paige and Phoebe both let out a giggle. Piper cuts them with a piercing glare.
"Hey! That's not funny! As I recall, I'm not the only person who had a mouth full of metal, Missy Paige." She begins to mumble to herself, although Paige and Phoebe can still hear her. "It was bad enough I had to have braces, but whoever allowed me to suffer under the torment of that vacuous skank, Missy, was a very cruel soul. She better hope she never gets into demon trouble because I don't know if I would save her ass. It would serve her right for making my life a living hell." Phoebe is unable to control herself as she erupts in laughter.
"Piper, sweetie. C'mon. We both know you would so totally save her." Phoebe scoffs. Neither Piper nor Phoebe noticed Paige's face change from being amused to growing forlorn.
"I wish I was around to see all of this." Phoebe and Piper get up and each places a hand on her shoulder.
"We all do, Paigey girl." Piper comforts. "You and Prue would have gotten on great."
The Heavens
Prue Halliwell is talking to the Elder, Sandra.
"This has to be some kind of joke."
"It's not, Prudence. You are needed on Earth."
"But why now? Not that I don't want to go because I do. I just don't understand."
"There is a great upcoming battle on the horizon, one that your sisters cannot fight alone. Your sisters need you. The Power of Four along with the help of a few others will participate in this battle." Prue looks puzzled.
"Others?"
"Do you recall reading about the Slayer?"
"Umm…I think…one girl in all the world…blah blah blah… something about her alone will face the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness?"
"You've got the idea. The current Slayer is the best ever. She has family and friends which makes her special. It is your destiny to fight together. You will find her in Sunnydale, California."
"Ok. Can I go home now?"
"Good luck." Sandra lifts her hand, and Prue dematerializes into bright, white orbs.
Sunnydale Bus Station
A beautiful brunette in her late teens gets off the bus from Boston. A cute dirty blonde man walks up to her.
"Hey, babe. You want to come home with me? I love chicks in leather."
"I knew I'd like this town. Only here two minutes and I'm already finding the fun. Let's go big boy." The man grabs her hand and they begin to walk. When they are about to pass a deserted alley, the girl pushes the man up against a wall.
"What's the matter? You can't wait?" He suddenly morphs into game face. "Let's get frisky, then." He leans into her neck. She surprises him with a head butt that rattles his brain.
"Please. Like I'd ever go home with a lame ass vamp like you." She knocks him down with a vicious punch. "Who the hell says "let's get frisky, then?" What? Do I look like some kind of slut?" She kicks him in the face with a size 8 boot. "Don't answer that." Finally revealing the stake hidden in her leather jacket, she plunges it into the vampire's chest. He explodes in dust. Brushing herself off, she walks away. "Everything is going to be five by five."
Sunnydale Hospital- Buffy's POV
"Will, we need to talk." How am I going to say this. I guess it's best just to spit it out. "Will, I'm in--" I'm cut off as my darling mother and sister burst in the room. Great.
"Buffy! I'm so glad you're okay. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I was just so overwhelmed with the news that you were the Slayer. I mean, it's not every day that a mother learns her daughter is a supernatural being destined to fight evil. It sure wasn't in any of my parenting books. Still, I--"
"Mom! Sorry to say this but babbling is only cute on Willow." I glance out of the corner of my eye and notice the beautiful shade of pink that creeps up Willow's face. "Chill. All is forgiven. Honestly, if I were in your shoes, I probably would have reacted the same way." I glance down at her very unflattering shoes. "Although, I would never be caught dead in those shoes." Dawn smirks.
"I told you, Mom. Clarks Wallabies don't look right on someone your age. You're supposed to wear stuff like Ann Taylor and Nine West." Willow and I can't help but laugh.
"Ha ha ha. Two out of three of my daughters are going to kill me with their jokes one day." Three daughters? I look at Willow and Dawn, who seem surprised as well.
"Three daughters? You've got a secret you've been keeping from me, Mom?"
"Willow and Xander are like my own children. I'd do anything for them." Aww. Will's eyes are threatening to mist over. I hope Mom still feels this way if Will wants to start a relationship with me. Dawn looks at me then at Willow with a knowing glance. She saunters over and gives Willow a warm hug and kisses me on the cheek.
"Mom, let's go. Willow and Buffy need to talk." What the hell? How did she know? Mom hesitantly kisses me and Willow goodbye.
"I'll see you girls later. Love you." Finally, they're gone. Apparently, Will feels the same way as she turns her expectant emerald eyes toward me.
"I'm all ears, Buff." Forget butterflies. There are vultures and eagles fluttering around in my stomach.
"You're not all ears, Will. You have a head, an arms, legs--"
"Buffy." I take a deep breath.
"Ok…Wills…I don't know how to say this."
"It's me. You can tell me anything."
"I'm in love with you."
A/N: Mwah ha ha. Review. Leave some advice about what you want to happen next, and I'll consider writing it. I'll try to post another chapter within a week. Keep reading.
