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Buffy had been wandering around San Francisco for the day but had yet to find anything. She was driving down a hill when the sudden appearance of a figure surprised her and caused her to swerve and lose control of her bike she was about to slam into the figure who held their hand out as if to catch the bike. Buffy's eyes widened in shock as the outstretched arm caught the bike and didn't send him flying. Her thoughts were torn though as she felt her body shoot over the handlebars and the head of the figure. She twisted her body around so that she landed on outstretched hands and feet skidding a couple of feet before stopping. The blonde bit back a scream as she shook her hands that had been ripped up by the road. "Couldn't you have chosen a different way to get my attention?" She questioned, as the demon set her bike down and then turned around to face her.
"You should really put your gloves on before getting on your bike." Mephistopheles admonished her, while looking at her damaged hands without a look of regret.
"I should be okay, thanks for asking." Buffy bit back at him sarcastically while still glaring at the demon lord angrily. "What is it that you want now anyways Scratch? I've been doing my best to find your boy after having the exorcism done to me. Really not something that I would want to happen again either. Who knew those things would actually hurt so much." She said with a wince at the memory.
"True you are looking however, to find your prey you need to hunt them in their habitat." The demon coolly returned to the blonde.
"I'm trying to find him," Buffy defended, "it's just not that easy. When they decide to hide they make it a bit harder with the finding."
Mephistopheles shook his head in disappointment at her. "You still think like a Slayer my dear girl, you're not just a Slayer anymore though. You are now my Rider." He reminded her.
"Kind of hard to forget that little piece of information when I'm throwing fireballs, and lashing out at people that are guilty." Buffy returned to him angrily. "Tell me Scratch, is there some other piece of rather obvious information that you'd like to wow me with right now?"
"Then act like a Rider!" Mephistopheles demanded of the girl before him. "You don't have to threaten or scare your enemies. The rules here are very simple. They tell you what you want to know or they die. As the Slayer you have always hidden in the shadows because you have tried to balance between the two worlds. A Rider does not straddle the fence as you have done sometimes, the Rider is a force of nature that doesn't back down to anyone or anything. It finds a problem deals with it and moves on, in your human form you are not nearly as ruthless as the Rider."
"And yet I take that as a compliment," Buffy shot back at him.
"That may be Rider, but the time for games has long since passed. Stop drawing this battle out as you have and finish it before I become annoyed." Mephistopheles informed her with a glare.
"And how do you suggest that I deal with it? Your demon prince is still hiding." Buffy challenged him.
The Demon Lord smirked back at her as he reached out and grabbed her shoulder in his vice like grip. The Slayer tried to pull away, but was helpless to stop him and then flames surrounded the pair and they were transported to what looked like some sort of cave. "Welcome to the Underworld," he declared as he finally released his hold on the blonde.
"Needs a decorator," Buffy mumbled as she rubbed her shoulder. "So this is San Fran's Demon Town then?" She asked as she looked around unimpressed with what she was seeing. "And here I thought that the China Town side of this place was the thing to see." She said mockingly. "Course if this place is typical of demon decoration it makes me glad that there are those of us to stop demons from taking over the world. Can you imagine what it would do for decorators if this became the norm?"
Mephistopheles scowled at the belligerent girl. "Find the Source, and bring me souls that he helped to steal from me." He ordered his servant. "You'll need this though." He said in afterthought, as he held up his hand and in a swirl of hellfire the scythe appeared as he offered the blonde her weapon.
Buffy took the weapon and gave a few practice swings making sure it was really her weapon and not some illusion or other. "And how do you recommend that I go about finding them? I'm not exactly all flamey like right now." She reminded him while gesturing towards herself. "Not that I'm complaining, I kind of like having skin and hair."
"In a hell dimension some things are easier than you might have thought." He informed her cryptically with a knowing smirk. "Now be the Rider," Mephistopheles ordered before he disappeared into a pillar of flame.
The blonde nodded as she watched the fires that marked the leaving of the creature that held her soul in its hand. She was so preoccupied that she nearly missed the starting of the immense pain that was the start of her transformation. The buildup was too much though and she grunted as she began to feel her body begin to be consumed once more by mystical hellfire. A few moments later the Slayer was gone and the Slayer Rider was in her place.
The Slayer Rider ignored those thoughts as it turned its attention toward the mission that it had been given. Everything here had been tainted in the evil of demons, it could feel the evil and darkness in the very walls as it strode by. It had chosen the direction it had by focusing on the largest and darkest feeling of evil. Demons and Warlocks moved into view shimmering or appearing in other methods as they felt a new and powerful dark presence that was unlike any that any of them knew. Upon seeing the Rider, recognition flared through them as they drew weapons or summoned energy balls. Slayer Rider bared its own blade at the demons and the two sides stood there a moment as they each tried to figure out what was going to happen next.
Slayer Rider made the first move as it raised its scythe in one hand and pointed it at the assembled demons. "Guilty," it declared, and swung its weapon upward as flames shot out of the weapon striking at the assembled demons.
Several of the demons were caught in the hellfire flames a few managed to protect themselves for a few moments but the flames would travel around them and strike them from the back. It wasn't until a large group of demons and warlocks combined their powers and each of them cast a defensive spell that they were able to survive the onslaught and push the flames back towards their attacker. The Slayer Rider was unfazed as its own attack was returned towards it, shrugging the attack off as it moved forward its fiery blade burning or slicing through the flesh of opponents only stopping when it clanged against the steel of a blade.
A demon rushed into the throne room and knelt before the Source. "My Lord, the Rider is on its way, soon it shall be here unless you send forces to stop it." The demon warned its master.
"Do you think that I have reason to fear some human possessed worm like the Rider?" The Source snarled out angrily. "I know more about the Rider than you could ever hope to know fool. Slow it down as best as you can, but I will not send others to die needlessly. I must prepare for what is to come."
"As you say," the demon replied, bowing before scurrying away from the irate Source.
The Source made several hand gestures and an image of Abraxes appeared before him. "My Lord, the demon greeted.
"Young one," the cloaked figure of the Source returned, "the time for you to prove your worth is now. The Rider comes ready for battle, destroying those that have pledged themselves to me. I need you to come and help me to put this demon down and since you need to prove that you can handle a upper level threat before you challenge your father, this is just the sort of thing that you have been needing."
"Very well," Abraxes said, "I shall honor your request and help you in your time of need. I will need a few minutes to use the souls and charge myself though, try and keep the Rider busy as long as possible."
"I shall, try, but the Rider is not known for being reasonable so hurry yourself." Commanded the Source.
The demon prince nodded curtly before cutting the communication with the demon lord. The Source was distracted as the nearby wall was blasted apart with a giant fireball. When the flames finally died down, the Source could see the figure of the Rider on the other side of the hole that it had created. In one hand it held the fiery weapon of the scythe, while in the other it held a demon high over its head so that it feet were uselessly dangling in the air as it weakly tried to pry the steel grip from holding it. The Rider turned to look at the demon lord. "Abraxes," it hissed out as it focused on the Source.
"Is not here, Zarathos." The lord of the underworld returned to the intruder. The demon lord watched as the Rider looked at him for a moment.
"Source," it hissed out in recognition, the flames surrounding it leather and bone body flaring even brighter for a moment. The demon in its hand screamed in pain before going silent, as its body was consumed by the hellfire.
"I take it you remember me then? The demon lord questioned arrogantly, as it rose to its feet to face off with the messenger. "It has been a long time since I last saw you Zarathos, you were such a mighty warrior back then of course. Then Mephistoles decided that you were becoming a problem and bound you, sending your body to the ends of the earth while binding your spirit and power making you his own servant." The Source watched the figure as its flames highlighted its body as it was reminded of its defeat from long ago. "There is something different about you though, there is more power in you than usual. Where does this new power that you have come from Zarathos? What little secrets are you hiding I wonder?" The Source mused aloud, as it watched the creature before it.
The Rider ignored the questions as it leveled its weapon at its newest opponent. "Abraxes," it repeated, as it walked through the hole that it had made.
"He is on his way, until then I think that I should teach you some manners on the proper way to treat someone else's home." The Source shot off as he fired dark raw demon magic at the Rider.
The Rider was surprised by the attack and thrown back through the hole it had made, and was embedded into the far wall. The Source watched as the creature pulled itself out of the indention that its body had formed. "That weapon your host uses has something to do with your new power doesn't it Zarathos?" The Source questioned the figure as he gathered another ball of raw energy into its hands. "What is it about this host and their weapon that gives you so much power though?" The Source fired another blast of demonic energy at the Rider.
The Rider was ready for the attack this time around though and brought its blade up, the energies parted as they struck the weapon leaving the Rider unscathed.
"Impressive, most impressive. I recognize that weapon now though Zarathos. That weapon is one of the elder weapons. It is also the weapon of the bane to the vampires, it is the Slayer Scythe is it not? I had thought that the weapon was under the protection of the last of the Guardians. Which makes your host either the Slayer, or the last of the Guardians. There had been rumors that the Slayer line had changed and that the warriors that guarded the Hellmouth in Sunnydale had done something. It looks like they cut some sort of deal with Mephistopheles. I wonder how much it cost you to make that deal mortal?"
The Rider snarled in defiance of the robed figure, and began swinging the weapon in its hands. Hellfire trailed behind it, as it attempted to strike its opponent. Not about to let information on what it was to slip from its enemy. The Source snarled back and covered itself in its magic as it prepared to meet the Rider. The two clashed in a swirl of orange hellfire and black/purple demon magic as they tried to subdue each other.
"You have not fully taken the body as your own have you Zarathos, there was a time that I would never have been a challenge for you." The Source mocked at the Rider. "Becoming a spirit has weakened you to levels that even I never thought possible."
"Still look better than you," The Rider grunted out before backhanding the Source, "and that's saying something." The Rider then swiped down with its blade, the Source let out a scream as the blade finally tore through its defenses and ripped through the robe it wore. The Rider let out a cruel and cold laugh that echoed through the cavern. "Die," it said as it raised its blade again and slashed downwards.
The weapon clanged against the handle of Abraxes whip. "I still have use for this one Rider, how about you try me on first?" The demon prince questioned the other demon.
The pair of combatants turned to look at whom had intruded into their battle. "Abraxes," the Rider hissed, ignoring the Source now that its true prey had finally shown itself.
"Rider," the demon Prince returned coolly, as it recoiled its whip with a flick of its wrist. "I suppose that I should feel honored that Mephistopheles decided to send his most powerful agent after me."
"The souls," the Rider said.
"I cannot do that Rider, I need their power." Abraxes returned to the demonic messenger. "I need the power that these souls can give me. I can either bribe those that I need to, or become the weapon that destroys my father."
"Die," the Slayer Rider returned as it raised its weapon.
"Very well Rider, then we shall fight." Abraxes flicked his wrist again, and the whip extended out again and caught on fire. "If you really want to challenge me over the power of these souls then we shall." He flicked the whip and it slammed into the Rider and sent it stumbling back. The whip hissed out again and wrapped around the scythe and with a jerk of its hands the weapon went sailing away. The Rider roared and charged forward prepared to use its fists to continue the fight. Abraxes chuckled as he dodged several blows as one fist went over his head he looped the flaming whip around the arm and twisted the arm behind the back of the Rider.
While the two were fighting the Source pulled itself up into its throne and watched the pair of demonic powerhouses duel it out for possession of the stolen souls. Abraxes began delivering blows to the rib area on the Rider. The Slayer Rider snarled in anger and pain, reared its head back slamming the back of its skull into the face of the other demon, whom released its hold on its opponent and stumbled back a few steps. The Slayer Rider spun on its heel, driving its elbow into the cheek of its enemy.
Abraxes stumbled back and held its hand to its face to slow the dark blood that was oozing out of its cheek. "Not bad," he complimented, as he withdrew his hand and saw the inhuman colored blood. It raised its other hand which had the whip and wrapped the end around its wrist before it began swinging the heavy butt around and then releasing it at the Rider.
Slayer Rider was struck in the shoulder and sent spinning away while Abraxes jerked on the long cord of the whip and had the heavy end back in his hand releasing the middle he then flicked the whip outward and wrapped the weapon around the Rider again and began spinning the Rider was lifted up into the air and another flick of the wrist and was sent flying into the wall.
The two powerhouses were panting as they surveyed each other from across the throne room. The Slayer Rider held its hand up, and balls of fire appeared in its hands and it began flinging them at the other demon as it ran around the room. Abraxes nodded and held his own hands out and a second fire whip appeared in his hand. The two whips then began to sing as they moved all around him deflecting the various fireballs that were being launched at it.
It became apparent that the Slayer Rider had been using the attack as a distraction though, as it slid like a baseball player stealing a base as it came close to its scythe picking it up with one hand while flinging its hellfire with the other. Swinging the blade around, it let loose with another more intense blast of hellfire.
Abraxes responded by twirling it whips and creating a hellfire cyclone to absorb the attack. Slayer Rider seeing the defense began spinning the scythe and aimed its own fire cyclone at the demon. The attacks met and pushed against each other for a moment as they tried to overpower each other. A few moments later though, the two attacks imploded on each other, throwing the combatants away from each other due to the force of the explosion.
The fighters rose again, both unsteady as they glared at each other their weapons held loosely in their hands ready to attack or defend if they needed to. They moved forward again, Abraxes whip slicing through the air, cracking or making near misses. "Come Rider, you've given yourself a good fight, but the fact is that you can't do much more than you've already done. If you surrender and kneel before me I might be merciful." The demon offered in a condensing manner.
Slayer Rider responded to the offer by snarling at the demon prince.
"So be it," he began swing the whip over his head and then slung the end toward the Rider, intending to snare it up again and send it flying across the room. The Slayer Rider surprised Abraxes though, as its hand flashed upward faster than the whip was moving and snagged the flaming cord out of thin air.
The young demon stared in shock at its captured weapon, before Slayer Rider gave a powerful heave and the demon found itself rushing toward the fiery skeleton. Slayer Rider reared back with its fist, and as Abraxes came close Slayer Rider launched its fist, nailing Abraxes in the face sending the demon flying back across the room. Rushing forward Slayer Rider fired off a pair of hellfire balls and then launched itself at Abraxes. The stunned demon was being slowly torn apart. as it had lost the advantage that its weapon gave it in range and was fighting a much more skilled opponent.
The Source shook its head in disgust at the young demon and rose to deal with the problem when a tapping sound caused it to look to the side and saw Mephistopheles leaning against his cane watching the fight and the demon lord. "Scratch," the Source greeted the elder demon.
"Source," Mephistopheles returned, as he watched the fight between the other two.
"What are you doing here?" The cloaked Demon Lord demanded of the other demon sovereign.
"I have come to see how my current Rider is doing. I have quite a bit more power down here than in the mortal realm, so I can watch this without causing any real problems, just as my Rider can take on its demonic form without waiting for sunset." Mephistopheles casually explained to the other demon.
The Source nodded in understand as it grasped the unspoken message it was being told. This also meant that Mephistopheles could interfere if the Source attempted to aide Abraxes. Even at a lower power, a battle capable Mephistopheles was not someone that you wanted to anger. Besides, with the large cut that it had received there was no way that it could stand up to the both of them. For now it would seem that it was going to be forced to stand down. The smug look upon Mephistopheles meant that he knew it as well.
The pair turned back to watching the fight, the Rider reared its arm back and brought its weapon down twice causing a crisscross pattern spinning with the scythe in hand it turned to face the two demon lords while driving the stake end of the weapon into the chest of Abraxes. They watched as the flames were sucked out of the demon and reformed into a contract. The Slayer Rider yanked its weapon out not even seeming to notice as the young demon fell to the ground as it tossed the contract to the watching Scratch.
"Good job, I shall see you both later I want to get this contract out of here though." Scratch said as he pocketed the contract. "For the moment you shall have some time off until I have need of you once again my Rider. I am sure that there are still plenty of other missions for you to do for me." The dealmaker laughed at the two raging figures before it disappeared in a pillar of hellfire.
The Source regarded the figure that remained in its throne room. "A part of me thinks that I should leave you alone allow you to leave my realm peacefully, Being under the likes of old Scratch is not something any being would enjoy. However, you destroyed my ally Zarathos. Now that Scratch is gone, I think that I'll make you pay for that crime against me and my realm."
The Rider brandished its weapon for a moment before releasing a large blast of hellfire toward the Source. The Source yelled out as he teleported away, as some of the flames hurt him. Slayer Rider knelt down and retrieved the fallen whip of Abraxes and then created its own pillar of flame and disappeared from the underworld.
Slayer Rider reappeared on the Golden Bridge in its pillar of flame. A large semi-truck was bearing down on it, but the Rider raised its hands as if to catch the incoming several tons of metal and the truck slammed into it. The Rider was pushed several feet back, but the damage to the truck was immense as the front looked like it had been caved in or the driver had tried to drive through a building.
As people began fleeing from the damaged area while screaming demons began shimmering onto the bridge, ready to take up the fight leading them was the wounded Source. "We are not done yet Rider," the demon lord said coldly.
The two sides glared at each other as they prepared for battle against each other. The Rider let out a long whistle and a few moments later its transformed bike appeared through a fireball. The Slayer Rider mounted up, and displayed it weapon so that all of the demons could see it. With its engine revving it was now ready for the upcoming fight.
Phoebe was busy placing the last of their supplies up when she got the vision. The Golden Bridge on fire with demons, the Source and the Rider all over the place blasting at each other. "Guys we have to go now." She told her sisters. "There's about to be a demon war on the Golden Bridge unless we can manage to stop it."
"Right," Paige said as she grabbed her phone while Piper grabbed her potion bag and keys. "I'll call Darryl you two get us there." The sisters nodded as they headed towards the attic. A call and a promise from Darryl to send his taskforce out after the war happened.
"Any ideas what I should tell people when they see everything going on out there?" The man questioned his friend hopefully.
"I don't know, tell them it's a gang war and that they found some experimental weapons or that the gas is making people see things that aren't really there." The witch said into her phone. "We'll try and deal with any of the heavy hitters just be careful." She said as the sisters grabbed hands to prepare to orb away.
"Same to you," Darryl Morris told his friends as he hung up and began barking out orders to the other officers in the room.
The sisters arrived at the bridge just in time to see the Rider appear and stop the truck with its bare hands. They then watched as everyone did their best to get out of the way as the Rider found itself facing off against the Source and whatever followers that it could get to come with on short notice. It was like something out of an action movie really. On the plus, side only the Rider and the Source were the only inhuman looking beings around in the standoff.
"How long do you think that we can keep them from going at it?" Phoebe questioned hopefully.
"Not long enough," Paige said nervously as they saw the bike appear and the Rider get on. "Plans and ideas?"
"Let them beat each other up and hope that they do it fast enough that they either kill each other off, or decide to run off before they cause major damage." Piper suggested to her sisters. "It's not like it'd be real smart to try and get in the middle of that." She added nodding towards the faceoff.
"Good point," Phoebe said watching the group their bodies highlighted by the glow of all of the powers that were being held at the ready to use.
"Destroy it," the Source commanded firing a bolt of energy at the Rider. The various demons reacted as their leader struck the Rider, and began raining down energy attacks at the Rider.
The Rider revved its engine and charged at the demons, its blade deflecting the attacks back at the demons as it got closer and closer. As it was amongst the demons it began hacking and slashing from side to side either blocking attacks or destroying demons. Soon a ring formed around the two most powerful demons.
"This doesn't look good, if they keep doing this then they're going to blow up the bridge or something." Paige said worriedly as she saw some of the cables on the bridge were melted from some of the stray shots.
"Wait a minute, I didn't notice last night, but that weapon it looks familiar somehow." Phoebe said as she tried to get a closer look at the ax like weapon that the Rider was using to decimate the various demons. "I just wish I knew where I'd seen it before." She said, as she scrunched her eyebrows in concentration as she tried to find some elusive and obscure memory.
The fight between the two forces was interrupted as the sound of sirens suddenly echoed towards them. The demons surrounding the pair paused as the turned and heard the sounds of the incoming mortals. "That's our cue," Piper said as she let loose with a powerful freezing, that would catch most of the demons within a hundred feet or so. The witch fell to her knees as she channeled all of the power required to keep the demons still. Even so, they could see several of the demons blurring as they began fighting the spell.
The other two were not idle though as they began lobbing or orbing potions towards the demons. The sisters began chanting and soon several of the demons managed to break free of their imprisonment but the sisters work was done and a quarter of the demons howled in pain and agony as they were vanquished. "Good work," Phoebe said as she eyed the rest of the demons that they had left.
"Yeah," Paige agreed, now what's plan B? She questioned as she eyed all of the other demons that were left.
The witches were saved by an unexpected ally. "You are lucky this time Rider," the Source told its opponent. There simply wasn't enough time to deal with both the Rider and the Charmed Ones before the mortals showed up. It was better to withdraw while it still could. "If you ever return to my dimension again I shall see to it that you are destroyed." The various demons disappeared, leaving the Rider and the sisters as the only ones on the bridge. The Rider turned to face the triad of witches looking at them with interest. The Charmed Ones were helpless though, as they had used all of their magical strength in the mass vanquish and were now waiting to see what the Rider would do.
They were saved from finding out though as a spotlight suddenly came on from a police helicopter highlighting the Rider. "This is the police," a voice echoed down at them, "put your hands on your head you are under arrest for instigating a gang war." The sisters had yet to be seen and hoped that they would be kept out of this as they hunkered behind several overturned cars. "This is your last warning, lay down on the ground now, or we will open fire." The person in the helicopter ordered as various officers stepped out of squad cars that now had the Slayer Rider in a half circle.
"You heard what they said," Darryl said as he leveled his gun at the Rider, wondering how he could get him and his men out of this in one piece. He knew that the sisters should have had the time to destroy this thing if it was a regular demon, the fact that it was still standing while the sisters were panting meant that the thing must be extremely powerful. That meant that this was not something that any of them should be trying to take on much less trying to arrest. The demon focused on Darryl for a moment and he felt as if it was judging him and he got the feeling as if the demon was looking into the depths of his soul and deciding what kind of person he was. He heard a word hissed through his mind 'defender's ally'. He managed to shake the impression off and refocused on the demon before them.
Slayer Rider snarled in defiance of the mortal lawmen, and released a blast of flame that caused the various officers to dodge out of the way of the dangerous looking flames. Revving its engine it popped a wheelie and the men began firing on the figure as it right through them. They watched in shock as the flaming figure flamed through the container of the downed semi and continued on its way back into San Francisco.
"After him," Darryl ordered his men as they all scrambled towards their cars while the helicopter followed from above with his spotlight trained on the fiery figure. He noticed the tell-tale sign of someone orbinig, and hoped that the sisters had managed to get away unnoticed.
Slayer Rider looked behind it and saw the various lawmen after it. As it got to the end, it saw more police cars waiting for it men with various weapons already taking aim for when the Rider tried to cross the line back into the city. As it got closer it saw a car leaning to the side. Aiming at it, the Rider used it to jump its bike and somehow managed to turn itself around and landed with a hard thunk on the main cable for the right side of the famous suspension bridge. Giving a mocking salute towards the assembled law officers it took off and the various people could only watch as fire burned on one side of their bridge as the unknown figure sped away high above them. The helicopter struggled to keep up with the figure and a sniper managed a few shots at it but soon it was on the other side of bridge and the figure disappeared without so much as a trace.
The Rider rode on, not stopping for anything as it traveled on Route 101 and zoomed down the highway in an effort to get away from the town.
The sisters returned home wondering what they would do now. "You guys realize whose weapon that was right?" Paige said nervously as her sisters helped her to a chair. Orbing them from the bridge to the manor had almost been more than she could really manage after the powerful mass banishing that they had performed.
"Yeah, Buffy Summers and the Rider are both carrying similar weapons." Piper said with a nod of her head. "They must be related somehow." She theorized. "Though, the one that she had was in a lot better shape when you consider the two." The sisters nodded their heads in agreement. While the Slayer owned a shining weapon that looked well made the Rider's weapon had looked corroded and rotting away ,the only thing keeping it whole was magic.
"It would explain why Buffy was trying so hard to find its target before it died." Paige speculated to the others.
"Yeah," Phoebe said nodding her head, "can you imagine having to hunt that thing down though?"
"It does explain the working vacation part of why she's here." Leo said as he appeared from a nearby room. "We may never know the connection between the weapons though. A Rider never needs to stay in a town more than a couple days, as that's all it needs to work a mission."
"Then I'm guessing that it got what it wanted and moved on." Piper said as Leo began checking her over.
"Think we'll see Buffy before she follows after it?" Paige questioned curiously.
"Doubtful", Leo told the sisters with a shake of his head. "It's more likely that she'll try and follow it.
"Huh to bad, I'm going to miss her." The pale skinned witch said. "She made things interesting."
"Yeah well, maybe we'll see her again another time." Piper suggested optimistically, "although I hope she doesn't bring any more demons like the Rider to our town if she does though."
"Think she deserves a page in the book?" Phoebe questioned the others, who nodded their heads in agreement as they headed up the stairs to make a new entry into the Book of Shadows.
Leo smiled at the sisters, he knew that the Elders hadn't told him everything about who Buffy Summers was, but the young warrior woman had obviously made a good impression on the sisters.
Buffy sighed as she realized that she had once again destroyed the city she had been staying in. This was becoming a rather bad habit of hers. She needed to find a spot off the main route and find out what she should do next. She took her map out and began searching for someplace that might be safe for her to be, someplace that she wouldn't be a threat to the people. Her eyes headed north tracing a possible route until they came to rest on a small town that looked like it was fairly out of the way. Port Columbia should be a good spot for her to ride to and then she would figure where she would go from there.
(Does anyone know who/what we're dealing with next?)
Next chapter is about half written.
