Chapter 11

Silence greeted Kennedy's last words, and no one needed a big announcement to say 'Kennedy has left the building.' And they all knew that it was permanent. Rona, Vi and the others who were close to Kennedy – or as close as she allowed them to get – were standing in shock. Kyla turned to Lorne.

"Am I really going to be the next Slayer? Is Kennedy really going to kill me?"

"I don't know about Kennedy, hun, but I know that you, kitten-face, are going to be our next Sunnydale girl!" He smiled kindly at her, waved to the others and walked away.

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After two days, all the Potentials calmed down a little, at least enough to get back to the normal training schedule. At the moment, Kyla was sparring with a Potential named Melissa. Melissa kept ducking and blocking Kyla's blows, and Kyla was getting frustrated. Suddenly, she dropped to the floor. Melissa laughed.

"Does this mean I win?" she asked with a smile.

"Not…" Kyla couldn't get the words out. She felt a force coursing through her. Strength, agility and power flowed through her. She tried to get up, but she fell back again. So much was running through her that it was draining her energy, and replacing it with a different kind of energy. Pain lashed through her and she embraced it, and the coursing power bolted her hard and then it was over. Kyla leaped to her feet.

"I think I've been chosen." She said lamely.

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Almost at the same time as Kyla's power surge, The third Slayer sat under the tree. She was waiting for that pesky vamp who called himself an angel or something like that. He was string, and she knew it, but she also knew that she could beat him. She heard footsteps to her left, and she jumped up, clutching the stake tight in her hand. A shape moved out of the shadows, and as the third Slayer squinted, she could see that it was a girl. Silently, this girl walked up to her, and held out a hand.

"I'm Kennedy." She said with a smile. The third Slayer slipped her stake into her pocket and reached out for Kennedy's hand.

"I'm –" But Kennedy never found out her name, and she never wanted to. With a swift movement, Kennedy grabbed the girl's head and snapped her neck. She stretched her arms and beckoned to the shadows.

"Come out." She said. Angel stepped out from behind a crypt. He smiled his rare Angel-smile.

"Good one, boss." He said. He reached up and touched his hair. "I wish I could use a mirror. Angel does his hair really weirdly, and I need a mirror to fix it." He looked back at Kennedy. "What do you think?"

"'Angel is lame. His hair goes straight up and he's bloody stupid.'" Kennedy smirked. "Or at least that's what that old robot thought of him. Willow told me the whole story. Anyway, Kyla's time has come. Welcome to the big leagues, little girl."

Kennedy and Angel – or at least, the thing that was pretending to be Angel – walked out of the graveyard.

"So…uh, how're you planning to do the big massacre thing? I mean, you've got to kill all three Slayers, then the next three, and the next…and if they come back, then there'll be four." Angel said.

"Or I could just blow 'em all up." Kennedy told him. "Stick a bomb in someone's underwear drawer, and then all the Potentials go boom."

"Oh, you know that'll never work!" Angel cried. "Everyone knows how to diffuse a bomb. Just cut the red wire." Kennedy shrugged his words away.

"I'll just do something else. It helps a lot to have a goddess on my side."

"Willows, dead, Kennedy." Angel told her bluntly.

"She's not as gone as you might think. Just keep to the plan, Okay?" Kennedy shot back angrily. Willow was a touchy subject with her. Especially when he mentioned that she was dead, or that she was a good goddess. Why couldn't she be a hellgoddess or something? Kennedy never knew why. She thought Willow with black hair looked a lot cooler than blonde Willow. Blonde was just lame. But she'd get the real Willow back. She just had to stick to the mission.

"Boss?" Angel asked tentatively. "You're zoning out again. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Or, as Faith would say: five by five. She has to go. Right after Kyla, we'll get her next. She's old, she'll break a hip trying to fight me, and then –"

"Kennedy!" Angel cut in. "Don't you remember what we're supposed to be doing?"

"Right." She breathed. "Right. Stick to the mission."

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