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Chapter 9 - Survival
Giles was just about to answer Buffy, when they heard a loud scream from outside.
Correction, two loud screams. Kym and Kennedy were in trouble. Buffy, Faith, Marie and Sandra all turned to the doors, running to grab weapons automatically.
The boys and Mariah noticed that each girl had two wooden sticks tucked into their belts, one either side. They looked like very thick pencils, thinker and without the lead. Stakes.
Buffy also had a sword, watching it glint in the light as she examined it briefly. She fastened both hands round the hand-hold, and stepped towards the doors.
Sandra held an axe in her right hand, gripping it tightly, a battle-ready expression covering her face.
Faith had a sharp knife in each hand, able to slip them into her belt as well. Both blades glinted like Buffy's sword. Faith looked almost pleased she got to fight, whereas Buffy and Sandra were simply to the point, and focussed on the task ahead.
Marie was armed with a repeating crossbow, with supplies of arrows in her belt, and slung across her shoulder, army-style. She looked slightly nervous, but not unwilling to fight.
Buffy motioned for Marie and Sandra to stay put, while Faith ushered the others away from the doors, where Spike and Angel took over, shooing them towards the sofas.
Buffy and Faith were just at the doors, when they shot open again. Kym and Kennedy ran inside, with Rona, Vi, Oliver, Enrique, Max and Kenny. All eight looked tired out, and were sweating. Vi, Rona, Kym and Kennedy were in the worst shape by far.
The doors opened a few seconds later, letting another man enter, with three girls in uniform with him, inside. Buffy and Willow raced over to him, while Kym and Kennedy helped the girls.
'Xander!' Buffy called as she ran to the man. (like the end of alex-xander)
'Xander' had scruffy brown hair, and wore an eye patch over his left eye. He wore baggy, dirty and torn jeans, with a red-and-white checked shirt over a plain mould-green T-shirt. He had grey trainers on his feet.
The three girls also wore the uniform. One had her brown hair plaited into a French plait. She looked quite proud, and she bowed to Kym, Kennedy, Vi, Buffy and Faith before turned away again. She seemed posh, snobby and annoying.
Kym, Kennedy, Vi, Rona and Marie smirked down at her, muttering to each other as she walked away from them.
The second girl had bright blue hair. It was short, and spiked up around her head, and although it was probably gelled before hand, it looked natural now. She looked cheeky and stubborn, also coming across as a tough opponent. She too, bowed.
The last girl had bubblegum pink hair. It was slightly brighter than Mariah's, but she sure didn't look like a girly-girl. She had a mischievous gleam in her eye, and cheeky grin on her face. She held a knife in one hand, and seemed oblivious to the pointed glares Wesely was shooting at her.
The last girl bowed to the slayers, and joined in the whispering. Sandra walked over to the group, a calm, expressionless mask in place.
She pointed to the first girl. 'That's Annabel.' Sandra told the group. 'She's a real suck-up to Giles and Wesley, so all the girls here hate her. She's a real outcast. Only one though, so no one does anything about it. The Watchers know better to interfere with us.' She said with a smirk.
Sandra pointed to the pinknette. 'That,' she said matter-of-factly, 'is Sasha. She's a right punk, so don't mess with her. Not even Faith can handle her; we have to get Kym in to sort her out!' Sandra said. Apparently, this was quite amazing to her. The group didn't understand.
'Umm, we don't know what's going on here. Mind explaining?' asked Ray. The others nodded. Sandra groaned and smacked her forehead.
'When Caleb's gone, we'll explain. Until then, I can't say much more.' Sandra said. She looked sincerely sorry for that, so they didn't press her. She pointed to the bluenette. 'She's Cara. Sasha's best friend. Don't mess with either of them. Faith can sort Cara out, but like I said, only Kym can sort Sasha out.'
'When do they need to be "sorted out"?' asked Johnny. Sandra smirked.
'When they're sugar-high, angry, excited, very very happy, gleeful, or just plain drunk.' Sandra recited.
'You sell alcohol here?' asked Kenny. Sandra nodded.
'Yeah, but the bartenders have a record of all our ages, so they can monitor how much we all drink. Not even girls over 18 can drink more than a certain amount.' Sandra filled them in. Kym walked over, leaving Kennedy with Willow.
'Yeah. And boy can that cause problems.' Kym added with a smirk. She nodded her head over towards the punch bags and running machines. 'Come on Sandra, we'll go for a warm-up while we talk to this lot, yeah?' Sandra nodded, and the whole group followed the two girls over.
They started punching furiously, showing incredible strength for their size, weight and age.
After a while they went onto the running machines. The bladers watched them. Kym smirked again.
'You can join in as well, you know.' She said. Max jumped onto another running machine, and started to burn off his hyper-energy, running at full speed. Ray and Lee also started to run, while Mariah focussed on kicking the punch bags. Slayers weren't aloud to kick the punch bags, for fear of destroying them.
Tyson, Johnny, Kai, Robert, Oliver and Enrique all started on the punch bags. Tala, Bryan, Spencer and Kevin soon joined them as well. After another fifteen minutes of exercise, almost everyone had stopped to rest. The only ones still going were Kym, Sandra and Max. The blonde boy was still hyper, as usual, and the two girls just seemed normal.
'You stopping already?' asked Sandra, clearly amazed and unimpressed by the tone in her voice. They nodded and gasped, most clutching their sides.
Kym rolled her eyes. 'Whatever. We do this for twenty minutes per run, three times a day, every day. This is nothing to us.' She told them. The two slayers laughed at their astounded looks.
'What's so funny you two? Are we gonna fight or what!' Buffy yelled across the room. Kym and Sandra stopped short on the machine, and let their bodies move backwards, falling to the ground at the edge of the machine.
They each grabbed their weapons again, and ran over to the other slayers. The group followed as well. Spike, Angel, Xander, Robin and Giles held them back. The slayers exited once more.
Shrill battle-cries were heard, and the battle began. Anya pressed a button. Willow walked over to them sadly.
'You can watch them fighting now. Just looked through there. This is all real. Every second. They could die, for all we know.' Willow told them. She broke off and walked away. Wesley patted her shoulder, but did nothing more.
The doors opened, submitting the last group into the chamber. Amanda, Cho-Ann, Lee, Kevin, Spencer and Ian all ran inside. Cho-Ann was dragging Ian by the collar, and the small blader appeared to be suffocating, as shown by his face starting to turn purple.
Amanda and Cho-Ann grabbed weapons, Cho-Ann with another sword, and Amanda with two daggers. They too had two stakes each slipped into their belts. They ran out to join in the frenzy.
Johnny, Robert, Kai, Tala and Bryan pulled away from the rest of the group and walked over to the side, where they could see the battle outside. It was terrifying. Ray, Lee, Kevin and Mariah pulled away as well to watch with them. They gasped.
The eight slayers, who had made it to the vault, were all fighting for their lives. Up against what looked like about a hundred enemies, the girls were fairing amazingly well, considering the odds. Eight against one hundred...
The enemies were worse, though.
They were deathly pale, all wearing black leather. They had fangs and scrunched up faces. Vampires.
The White Tiger's eyes widened, as did Ray's. 'They're fighting Turok-Han!' gasped Lee. The others nodded, and Willow walked over to the group by the window.
'How do you know about Turok-Han?' she asked coolly. Mariah tore her eyes away from the battle.
'They were a legend in our village. They attacked hundreds of years before we were born, but the story was passed down.' The pinknette said. 'They're primitive vampires, stronger and more deadly than those found today. I guess they exist as well?' She asked. Spike and Angel stepped forward.
'Actually...' Angel said. His face shifted gruesomely, and he soon resembled the Turok-Han. 'I'm older than I look. So is William here.' He said, nodding to Spike, who was also a vampire.
'I told you Angelus. I'm Spike. William the Bloody is long gone.' Spike said with a nasty grin. Angel nodded.
'Ok, so how old are you?' asked Kevin dryly. Angel grinned.
'About 420 years old. I'm from Ireland, originally, but I go back a long way. Killed my sire as well, so I'm not that popular. First vampire to get a soul, too.' Angel boasted. Mariah rolled her eyes.
'Oh my God, are you twelve!' she asked him. Angel goggled at her.
'No, I just told you, I'm 420, give or take a decade...' He repeated with a smirk. Mariah turned back to the battle. Angel turned his gaze away from the pinknette to talk to Giles.
'I'm about 200 years old. Killed two slayers, and killed a lot more demons than that.' Spike added.
The bladers rolled their eyes and turned back to watch the fight again.
The girls had cut the numbers to about half by then, and didn't seem too badly injured. As more and more Turok-Han turned to ash and dust, the floor girls started to tire. More slayers came, and started to help. Within a few more minutes, the Turok-Han were history again.
Giles scribbled something down into what looked like a journal. The slayers trudged back inside, with another ten with the eight from the start. They looked pretty down, considering they had just defeated about a hundred primitive vampires.
Kym walked solemnly over to Giles. 'Tina Summers. Water Slayer. As her commanding general, I took great pleasure in knowing her, and will miss her dearly. She was always there for you. Brave, sweet, kind; a noble slayer. She died with honour.' Kym said proudly. Her voice wavered slightly, but she ploughed on anyway.
The other slayers had their heads bowed too, all stood behind Kym as she reported to him. Giles, Wesley, Robin, Xander, Willow, Anya, Cordelia, Spike, Angel, and surprisingly, Mariah, all bowed their heads as well. They all looked over at Mariah. Angel walked over and muttered something to Kym, Kennedy, Buffy and Faith. They all nodded and went over to Mariah.
'Umm, Mariah, isn't it?' asked Buffy. Faith smirked, but Buffy glared at her. Faith shut up again pretty quick.
Mariah nodded. 'So?' she said defensively. Kym nodded to Buffy and stepped forward.
'Ok, we have our suspicions about you, so we're going to run a small, quick test. It won't hurt, and we can do it right now.' Kym said. Mariah took a step backwards. Lee and Ray each took a step forwards, both angrily.
'Are you on drugs or something?' asked Mariah worriedly. The slayers laughed and shook their heads.
'Naw. Giles' murder us, anyway, right Ripper!' called back Faith. Giles winced, but didn't provoke fate by replying.
Kym shook her head. 'Don't ask. Long story.' she said.
'Giles' nickname when he was a teenager.' Cordelia called across the room to them. Kym shrugged at the group of puzzled and suspicious bladers.
'Apparently not that long.' Kym said. Buffy smiled, others laughed and giggled, some smirked.
'What are you testing for, anyway?' asked Kevin, standing next to the pinknette.
'To see if she's a slayer too. When she punched Kennedy earlier, it might have been cancelled out, because she's not trained, and because she's an air element. Kennedy's fire, so Air's weak against her.' Kym told them. Mariah gasped. Lee growled.
'What kind of test?' he spat. Kym rolled her eyes.
'Punch me.' she said.
'What!' asked Mariah, looking close to fainting. Kym smirked.
'Punch me. That's the test. Air and water are equal, so we can fairly test if she's a slayer. Now punch me.' Kym said. She pointed to her face and grinned. 'Right here. Come on, as hard as you can.'
Mariah shook her head. 'Why?' she asked. Kym smiled and put a hand on the pinknette's arm. Kym lead Mariah over by the punch bags, in a free space.
'Punch. Don't worry; we slayers heal quickly, so it's ok. Come on, in your own time. Let out all your anger.' Kym said kindly. Mariah paused for a moment, and then pulled her arm back blindly, sending it forward in a punch.
It was clear from the way she had punched, that Mariah had never punched someone in her life. Not like that, anyway. It was sooooooo badly done.
And yet, it hit Kym right in the mouth, sending the slayer backwards into the wall behind her. Kym bounced back as she hit, and fell to the floor. Mariah's hands cupped round her mouth at what she had done.
Kym looked up weakly, a small smile on her face. She pushed herself up, though it looked painful for her to do so. Mariah rushed over to support her.
'Congrats,' Kym said weakly. 'You're officially a slayer. Welcome to the team Mariah.' She looked to Vi. 'VI!' She barked. Talk her through, would ya?' Kym said. Vi nodded and took Mariah to the side.
Lee, Ray and Kevin followed. 'So Mariah will train here with the other slayers?' asked Lee. Vi shrugged and Kym and Kennedy walked over.
Kym nodded. 'Yeah she'll train here. Thing is though, since you guys have seen the Turok-Han, and a lot of the abbey, we'll explain everything to you all. You can stay here and help around the abbey, training with slayers, working with Watchers, that kind of thing.'
The boys nodded. So did Mariah. She giggled nervously. 'So, umm, how and when do I train? she asked. Vi smiled reassuringly to her.
'First you'll learn some basic self defence, while also learning about Slaying. How to kill, what to do, what not to do...There's more to this job than you'd think.' Vi said. Kym and Kennedy nodded heartily. Wesley walked over.
'So. Another slayer, eh? Well she can start in a week, ok Vi?' Wesley said briskly. Kym smirked at whispered to Mariah.
'Watch this!' Mariah watched. Kym spoke again. 'Hey Wesley, can you say evil?' asked Kym innocently. Wesley turned back to her seriously.
'E-vil.' He said sternly, before walking away again. Vi, Kennedy and Kym burst into laughter. Mariah chuckled as well. Kym wiped a tear from her eye.
'Watcher test. The way they say that one word tells us pretty much all we need to know about their attitude.' Vi told them. The others nodded.
'As first brought in by Queen Buffy, here.' Faith joked. Buffy caught her by the throat.
'For the last time Faith.' she spat, seething with rage. 'I am nobodies Queen.' Buffy released Faith, and let her hand fall to her side again. Faith massaged her throat.
'Yeah, yeah. So we've heard.' Kennedy muttered. Kym stepped in front of Buffy as she lunged at Kennedy, upon hearing her comment. Cries of 'Why you little-!' could be heard from Buffy as Kennedy tried to fend her away.
Faith, Kym and pretty much everyone in the room stopped and looked. Soon they were either laughing, or trying to hold in their laughter.
Cordelia walked over to them. 'When you're done with this little slayer-fest, Buffy, we can go now.' She said coolly. Buffy stopped trying to kill Kennedy and straightened up. Kym motioned to the group, and they all filed out again.
Giles punched in various codes and numbers, shutting the vault again. He turned to Kym, Kennedy and Vi. They all nodded to orders the others could not hear.
'Sir, yes sir!' They all cried, saluting and stamping again. They turned to the group of beybladers.
'It's late, Celeb already knows who you are, and we will explain tomorrow. We'll take you to your rooms.' Kym said firmly. None argued, since all the points were valid.
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