I am so sorry for the lack of updates. Laptop got struck with a virus and when that got removed, I lost the internet and am now unable to get it, so while I can right now, I will add up the rest of the chapters.
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The heavy door slowly opened with a clang, as the pair of hunters led Emily and Dawn into the large room. Looking around, Emily could see several people working on a table full of weapons, checking them over and making sure they were in working order, a pair of men were sparring in the corner, while a few other hunters were sitting at the small bar, having a few drinks and talking amongst themselves.
"So, Miss Summers, right?" came a voice.
Both women turned around to see an ebony man before them. He was taller than both women, with a shiny bald head and a small beard. He was wearing a tight dark green shirt and a short sleeve camouflage jacket, a pair of black gloves and a pair of dark cargo pants, with a pair of combat boots finishing the outfit. A holster carrying three wooden stakes were strapped to his left thigh, while a crossbow was slung across his back.
"Robin?" Dawn cried, "Wow, you haven't really changed much.
"And neither have you, Dawn," Robin smiled, "You look alright. How are you?"
"Held prisoner for over a decade, now free, so can't complain really. You?"
"Just leading a resistance. It's good to see you again. It has been a long time."
"Yeah, same to you," Dawn said, "Oh and this is my niece, Emily."
"Nice to meet you, Emily," Robin greeted, extending his hand.
She slowly shook it, noticing he had a strong grip and also noticing that he had a very faint scar on the right side of his throat, made from a fanged bite mark.
"I'm sorry to hear about your mother," Robin said after he shook her hand.
"Well, she taught me the best that she could in our short time together," Emily said, "So, think you can show us around your operations?"
"Fun as that sounds, I think we need to rest first," Dawn said.
"You're welcome to stay here," Robin offered, "We are quite secure here. If you go to the bar there and talk to Rondell, he can whip something up for you."
"Thank you so much for this," Dawn smiled.
"Anything else you need, just give a holler."
He headed off, as Dawn and Emily went over to the bar, the latter placing the scythe on the bar beside her as she sat and felt her pockets, growling in annoyance when she realized that she didn't have any cigarettes on her.
"Need a smoke?"
Emily looked up at the dark-skinned man before her, before accepting the cigarette from him. He lit it up for her, as she blew out a stream of smoke and sighed contently, much to her aunt's disgust as she waved the smoke away from her face.
"You're just like your father."
"So, can I get you two ladies anything?" Rondell asked.
"A bottle of whiskey, thanks," Emily said, "And a shot glass."
"I'll have whatever's good on the menu, please," Dawn replied.
"Sure thing, girls," Rondell smiled, before heading off.
"Dawn?"
The brunette looked over her shoulder, a smile coming to her face when she saw the woman before her and she slid off the stool to share a hug with her. Emily looked over her shoulder to see who the person was, recognising her from the profile.
"You're Vi, aren't you?" Emily asked, "You're a Slayer, right?"
"Last remaining Slayer and head of the New York squad," Vi replied, "And you are?"
"Emily Summers, the Vampire Slayer."
"Summers? So does that mean?"
"She's my niece," Dawn answered, "Buffy's little girl all grown up."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear about her passing," Vi said, "So, who's your father then?"
"Well, if you knew my mother," Emily said, "Then you would have known my father, Spike."
The elder Slayer paled slightly, but quickly recovered, "Yeah, I remember Spike. It was a courageous thing he did though, sacrificing himself for us."
Rondell returned, placing a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass before Emily and a plate of food before Dawn. The young Slayer quickly poured herself a shot and downed it, followed swiftly by a second shot, her combined bloodline helping to handle its effects.
"Once you're done there, there's someone I think you should see," Vi said.
Sure enough, once Emily had finished drinking and Dawn had eaten, the pair joined the elder Slayer, as she left them into a short corridor, before stopping before the door at the end and knocking on it twice.
"Come in," came a male voice unfamiliar to Emily.
Vi opened the door, but stood to the side as Emily and Dawn entered the room and she closed the door behind them. They were in a small room, with a large bed against the wall and a smaller, child-size bed opposite it. A desk sat at the far side of the room, as a man stepped out before them. He was taller than Dawn, with short orange hair and faint whiskers, wearing a green shirt and denim pants and jacket, while he also wore beads around both wrists and a penchant necklace.
"Oz, is that really you?" Dawn asked.
Before he could reply, another voice rang out.
"Dawnie?"
"Willow?"
A figure appeared in the light before them, revealing itself to be a red-haired woman in a wheelchair, with a young boy no less than five years old sleeping on her lap.
"Oh no, Willow, what's happened to you?" Dawn asked despairingly.
"Dawnie, it's good to see you," Willow said, before setting her eyes on Emily, "And you look so much like Buffy. With a slight hint of Spike. His eyes for starters."
"So, you're Willow, right?" Emily asked, "I've heard of you. What happened?"
"Oz, can you take Kelden? I wanna talk to these guys alone."
"Sure thing."
Gently picking up the sleeping child, Oz kissed Willow on the forehead, before leaving the room, as Willow sighed and folded her hands in her lap.
"I guess you can say I was one of the first victims to fall to Angelus. He came to me, knowing that I had the power to re-ensoul him. My lack of knowing that he had reverted to Angelus definitely caught me off guard, but that wasn't the only thing," Willow explained, "See, Angelus had obtained this amulet that blocked my magic. I was unable to do anything against him and so I fought a losing battle."
"How did you survive?" Dawn asked, "How did you end up like this?"
Willow closed her eyes, the memory of that terrible battle coming back to her. She had been in Brazil when Angelus came for her and began tearing his way through the Slayers stationed there, even managing to kill Kennedy in the process, before facing off against Willow, who had been barely able to hold her own against his experienced combat skills.
"He broke my back," she whispered, opening her eyes, "Broke his amulet in half and stabbed it into my back, severing my spine and my powers. I was helpless."
"Oh God, I think I might know what happened next," Dawn whispered.
Willow nodded, "Giles arrived, having caught wind of what had happened. He challenged Angelus with his own magic and teleported me away from the fight to New York, where Vi and her squad found me. Obviously, Giles didn't make it."
"And that's how we found out," Dawn said, "Buffy got the message from Vi all those years ago, but before she could assemble an offence, Angelus had already torn his way through the Slayers in Cleveland and San Francisco."
"Couldn't the medics here have removed that amulet piece?" Emily asked.
Willow shook her head, "It was too dangerous, too delicate of a task for them to do. Despite being broken, its power still works, as the witches couldn't perform any spells on me to remove it. So I've been here, trying to help out as best as I can," she smiled, "I even had a son, after Oz and I rekindled what we previously had."
"There has to be something we can do to stop Angelus," Dawn said, mostly to herself, "But how can we defeat him? He's too strong."
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Emily sat on the edge of the building roof, cigarette smoke curling around her as she scanned the streets below her, trying to find something that would help take her mind off things, mainly Angelus. The young Slayer wasn't scared by anything at all, save for that one vampire. He had managed to destroy everything she held dear to her over the years, taking away her childhood and the people important to her. She remembered training with her mother when she was young, then Faith taking over when Buffy died and she had grown close to the second-oldest Slayer, seeing her as a second mother. Then, as fate would have it, Faith was cruelly taken away from her, in that battle three years ago in which Emily had also received the scar on her left eyebrow. Then Connor, the last person to mentor and train her had also been taken from her, leaving her with no-one and she had nearly lost the will to keep fighting. But now that she had found her aunt and a few of Dawn's old friends, Emily was starting to have hope again.
Spotting a vampire down on the street following two young women, Emily smiled.
"Let's vent some steam."
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