Rige, August, and Giles had gone out of town in order to collect a new shipment of things for Rige's store. Giles didn't want to leave Sunnydale or his job after a demon that he and Ethan had once conjured tried to kill him and taken over Jenny, but Rige had eventually talked him into the idea. He needed the space and fresh air. Now they drove down the desert road, Rige blasting some Rolling Stones and other oldies with her elbow sticking out of the window as she took the wheel. August was stretched out in the back and Giles sat shotgun. "So, why were chosen as a Slayer? Do you know?" Giles asked. Rige tensed, changing the CD out for a Simon and Garfunkel album, "Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme."

"My sister is the one who allowed the Slayers to exist. The people asked for a warrior in place for some souls, and she obliged," Rige mused. Giles fixed his glasses.

"I thought Ria was a myth," he coughed.

"Myths are surprisingly more real than you realized," August mumbled in the back. Rige tried not to laugh. August clearly had her sense of sarcasm.

"So I keep learning," Giles sighed. Rige just shrugged.

"It's not so bad. I just wish I could get in touch with her so I could actually try and reverse this," Rige told the man. Giles turned off the radio.

"What happens when you do?" Giles asked. Rige went silent.

"I don't know. I guess we go back," Rige muttered. August sat up.

"NO, what about what the reaper said? Mom, you can't just abandon things," August argued.

"What reaper?" Giles asked, looking confused. Rige explained her meeting with the Undertaker. Giles went silent for a moment. "That doesn't sound very positive. Something is about to happen."

"I know, and that's another reason I want to talk to Ria. I have to know what this something is, or at least who this person I'm supposed to train is," Rige agreed.

"I'm guessing you'd have to pass on your knowledge of magic," August mused.

"You do actually know magic then," Giles assumed. Rige nodded, laughing slightly.

"You think I'd own a magic shop and not know how to use what I'm selling? Of course I do," Rige pointed out. She bit her lip. "That was my area of specialty. Ria was war, and I was magic."

"You both are in charge of power," Giles sighed. He was right, but he just didn't know how right he was.

***Hundreds of Years Prior***

The high court stared at the sisters, three in all. Ria, Rige, and Rayla all stood in a line. Ria was oldest, demon of war. Rige was next, the demon of magic. Rayla was the youngest, the demon of intelligence. Three types of power: brute force, mind, and soul. True magic came from the soul, the soul of the earth and beyond. That gave Rige the highest edge, and made her the most favored. It also helped that she had a knack for getting contracts. Needless to say, Ria and Rayla both envied their sister. Their parents faced them, stone faced. "Only one shall be heir," their father cooed. This was something they all knew. "Our chosen heir shall show the newcomer Michaelis our ways." Michaelis stood behind them, still carrying that angel side to his looks. He still had much to learn. There was an heir of innocence around him, and he had yet to be bedded.

Rige smiled coyly. She knew her place, and she knew what she could turn this man into, this newly fallen angel. However, there was that stirring in her heart even then, something that made her skin float by the way his red eyes looked at her. "Rige, step forward," their mother commanded. Her low cut v neck dress hugged her body tightly, dark red lips adding an air of seduction. She was the reason Rige knew her sexuality, even if she never breathed the word to single person or demon. Ria and Rayla both glared as Rige stepped forward.

"I will take this task with honor," Rige smiled, nodding respectfully to Michaelis. Thus it began, and thus it would end.

***Modern Day***

Night had almost fallen. They had pulled into a motel where Rige had gotten a room separate from Giles and August. She sat on the edge of her bed, a glass of wine in hand. Her shirt was tossed into the corner by her overnight bag, leaving her in a black bra and shorts. Her hair hung in waves around her and she glanced up in the mirror. She was tired, and with all the makeup off it showed. Her fingers touched the jagged white scar over her ribcage and she flinched at the phantom pain. A soft breeze wafted into the room. When it dissipated back into the warmth of the night, a blonde woman stood across from Rige. Her violet eyes studied Rige.

"Rayla, it's been a while," Rige sighed, leaning back. The youngest of the three sisters was a good two inches taller than Rige and the only blonde. Her pale skin had a sort of glow to it like polished pearl, and it was clear with how she held herself that she was a genius.

"I figured someone had to check in on you. Are you going to put on a shirt?" Rayla replied. Rige narrowed her eyes.

"Why would I? You are my sister, the same blood that runs in me runs in you," Rige remarked. Rayla raised an eyebrow. She looked around and grabbed Rige's button up shirt from its place on the floor. Without ceremony she tossed it at her elder sister.

"Put it on. Be glad Father isn't here to watch you offer yourself as such," Rayla snapped. Rige just laughed, pulling the shirt on but leaving the buttons undone.

"He would praise me for sharing my body for the use of lust, Rayla. Have you forgotten why I was cast out?" Rige pointed out. She stood, hands on her hips. "I still stand by my choice."

"We all know you love the woman though, and I sense another. Father senses it as well. You will be drawn towards her, and when the time is ripe, and all is said and done, we will send you to the trials to prove yourself," Rayla explained.

"What do you mean?" Rige asked. "What the hell is going on? Who am I supposed to train?" Her fists were balled.

"You will know her because you are drawn towards her. When her task is finished, go to the desert. We will find you and you will have proven yourself, and will prove yourself through the trials. I am bound my honor to say no more," Rayla growled. With that she left as swiftly as she came. Rayla quickly buttoned her shirt and began to pace the room. Things didn't make sense. The first woman Rayla had mentioned, well that was easy for Rige to figure out. The second… That was a bit harder. It was almost as hard to decode as the idea of the trials. Thankfully Rige knew enough of her kind's lore to understand what it could mean. None of it, though, gave her any solace.

***A Few Days Later***

"I think someone has to die," Rige muttered. She and Sebastian sat in their bedroom, Ciel out at the Bronze. She had had this feeling ever since Rayla visited. "A soul is lost and then someone must die."

"I trust your instinct. The only question is who?" Sebastian agreed. Rige looked up. She couldn't bring herself to say the words. She knew, though.

"I think the soul is obvious," Rige sighed. Sebastian nodded slowly.

"Then it becomes a matter of when," Sebastian muttered. Rige shrugged, standing up. She rested her head against Sebastian's chest.

"That poor girl," Rige sighed. "At least we know what spell we need to train this woman in."

"Should we warn her?" Sebastian asked. Rige shook her head.

"She should learn on her own that actions have consequences. For now, we need to keep our eyes on Drusilla and Spike," Rige replied. Sebastian nodded. They both knew what was in the book Spike had that vampire steal. They both knew what he was planning.

A/N: LOOK AT THAT! Take that, writer's block! I can write new chapters! Ah, this was fun. I've been promising a good background chapter for a while so I decided I'd do that! I am so sorry for the break there. I have been crazy busy with school lately, and I'm trying to write so many things. Also, I've been reading "A Clash of Kings" which has been AWESOME! I should finish it in the next two or three days. Been sick too... Lots of stuff going on! In other news, I'm posting an original story on my Wattpad so check that out. Now that that is out of the way, reflection time! We learn a little more about Rige, and who Ria is (yeah I know I'm deviating from the actual way the Slayers were created. It'll be epic and I'm going to use it to help build some things later on, and some may be almost redoing the seventh season because yeah. I can.), as well as we get introduced to Rayla. Rayla will be a major character. I won't say how or why, but that's what it is. So, please leave a review!

PS: If you guys haven't already checked out "If We're Honest," please do. I'm almost at a thousand views, so it's actually kind of popular. I also will be updating "I'm Not Bitter" as soon as I can fight writer's block. While you're at it, I have a new fan fiction as well. Check that out too. It's all epic.