A/N: Did you like my little fourth-wall breakage in Chapter 27? Originally, I was going to have the characters complain about the show (Willow complaining about Willow being too nervous, Spike complaining about Spike's accent, you get the idea), but I was afraid it would be misconstrued as hateful.
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The next morning…
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Oz was lying in his bed, sound asleep.
"Oz!" Mrs. Osborne called, "Someone on the phone for you!"
"Who is it?" Oz muttered, partially asleep
"Some English guy!"
"Upper class English or working class?"
"Um…the first one."
"Oh."
Oz picked up his phone.
"Yeah?" Oz asked, in a weary tone
"Oz, it's Giles. Have you heard from Spike since yesterday?"
"No. Did you try calling him?"
"I did, but he's not picking up. Could you go round to his house and make sure he's alright?"
"Sure," Oz nodded, "By the way, any word on that cross?"
"Yes, um, unfortunately, I've found something. According to my research, the cross can be used in a ritual to heal an injured vampire. This means that Buffy could use it to heal Angelus, thus rendering him powerful again."
"Is that bad?"
"Yes! Angelus is one of history's most notorious vampires! Chances are he'd slaughter the entire town, merely as a warm-up!"
"Huh."
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Oz got dressed and left his house. It was a nice, sunny day, he was almost sad that he'd have to spend it at school. He started to walk to Spike's house. On the way, he walked into Willow and her dog.
"Morning, Oz," she smiled
"Hey," Oz replied, "Taking Terry for a walk?"
"Yep," Willow nodded, "Where are you off to?"
"Giles wants me to check on Spike," Oz explained
"Is he alright?"
"He's not answering his phone," Oz explained
Willow gasped.
"It's most likely he's still asleep," Oz assured, "Spike's not a morning person."
"Oh, good," Willow was relieved, "Could, um, could I go with you? Just so I know he's okay?"
"Sure."
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The two of them walked to 1630 Revello Drive. The damage from the explosion was still there.
"What happened?" Willow asked
"No idea," Oz admitted
They walked up to Spike's house. Oz took the key out from under the mat, and unlocked the front door. Willow picked up her dog and followed Oz inside.
"Spike, it's Oz! Are you home?"
Oz did a quick sweep of the kitchen, the living room, and the dining room.
"I'm just going to check upstairs," Oz said
"Alright," Willow nodded
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Willow sat down on the sofa, and began petting her dog. Then there was a knock at the door. Willow got up to answer it. It was the Order member who wore an eye-patch. He still had on his repair-man disguise.
"C-can I help you?" Willow asked
"I'm with the gas board, we suspected a leak," the man informed, "May I come inside and check it out?"
"Um, this isn't really my house," Willow explained, "I-it's my friend's, and I'm not allowed to let anyone in."
"A gas leak is a very serious issue," the man warned, "Right now, this whole building could be in danger of exploding."
"Well, um, alright," Willow motioned for the man to come inside
The eye-patch guy walked inside. He sat down on the sofa, and opened his toolbox. Willow could tell something was up.
"I-I've got to go, um, feed my dog," Willow said, "And I...I keep the dog food upstairs!"
"Alright," the man didn't even look up from his toolbox
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Willow quickly picked up her dog and ran up the stairs. She found Oz in Spike's room.
"What's wrong?" Oz could see the worried look on the girl's face
"There's an order member downstairs!" Willow whispered, in a terrified tone
"Are you sure?" Oz asked
"I saw he had a gun! A big gun!"
"Stay calm," Oz assured, "Be cool."
"Okay," Willow nodded
Brief pause. Then Oz grabbed Willow and kissed her.
"Oz!" Willow screeched
"I'm sorry, I panicked," Oz admitted
"Why did you…never mind, what do we do?" Willow asked, becoming more frantic, "Hey, this is Spike's room, right? He's gotta have…weapons or something?"
Then suddenly, Willow kissed Oz back.
"Oh god, why did I do that?" Willow exclaimed
She realized what she had said.
"I mean, no offense…" Willow quickly added
She stopped talking, hearing the footsteps. The eye-patch man was coming up the stairs…
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Spike was lying in Drusilla's bed, fast asleep. The bed wasn't as nice without Drusilla in it, but Spike managed. He was dreaming of Drusilla. He dreamt about Drusilla a lot, in various settings. This time, they were going at it in the snow, in the streets of Victorian London. It was surreal, but enjoyable. Spike looked at Drusilla, at her long black hair, her porcelain-like skin, her blue eyes…then suddenly, she changed. She became blonde and green-eyed, her Victorian features faded to a more Valley-girl look…she became Buffy. Yet Spike kept going at it with her, it became more intense, more powerful, more…
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Spike woke up and came to his senses.
"Oh sod!" he groaned, realizing the dream
Spike then saw the Caribbean-looking girl standing in the doorway. She was carrying a hatchet and advancing towards him.
"Who…?" Spike began
The girl advanced towards Spike; Spike quickly wrapped the bed sheet around his waist, and got off the bed.
"Look, I've already killed three of your teammates, I don't want to make it four," Spike warned
The girl ignored Spike, and swung the hatchet threateningly. Spike grabbed it with his left hand, holding the sheet with his right.
"Stop that!" Spike barked
Spike hurled the hatchet aside, but the girl kept fighting him. Spike sighed, and punched her in the face. She fell to the ground.
"That's enough," Spike announced
He grabbed a sword off the wall, and held it towards Kendra, making sure she didn't get up.
"Who are you?" she demanded
"I'm asking the bloody questions here!" Spike snapped, "Who are you?"
"I am Kendra, the vampire slayer!" she announced
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In shock, Spike dropped the sword and the sheet.
"What?"
Kendra averted her eyes. Spike quickly picked his sheet back up.
"Sorry, luv," he said, "But…slayer? As in vampire slayer? Once a generation?"
"That is correct, sir," Kendra informed
"No, you...can't be," Spike said, "I'm the slayer."
Kendra snorted.
"That is a terrible lie," she informed, "The slayer is always a girl. And as you have just shown me, you are clearly not a girl."
"I was an exception, okay?" Spike sighed, "Or a mistake. Or…I don't know."
Kendra tried to fathom the situation.
"Who is your watcher?" she asked
"Rupert Giles," Spike replied, "Who's yours?"
"His name is Sam Zabuto," Kendra replied
Brief pause.
"I have no idea who that is," Spike admitted
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Giles' office…
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"Yes, I have heard of Sam Zabuto, he is still active with the Watchers council," Giles said, uneasily
"So the guy's a real person?" Spike asked, "She's the real deal?"
"It appears so," Giles nodded, "Now, what do we call you?"
"I am the vampire slayer," the girl replied
"But what's your name?"
"Oh. They call me Kendra. I have no last name."
"So how can this happen?" Spike asked, "I thought as long as I was alive, there would be no other slayers."
"Yes, that does, um, present some questions," Giles admitted
The library doors opened, and Oz and Willow walked in. Kendra stood up, alert.
"Seriously, Oz, when did you learn to do that?" Willow asked eagerly, "That guy was about to kill us!"
"It's a long story," Oz replied, "I don't think I'll ever feel like talking about it."
They entered Giles' office.
"Hey guys," Oz said
"Identify yourselves!" Kendra demanded
Willow was scared, Oz remained stoic.
"Do you just want the name, or would you also like my rank and number?" Oz asked
"It's alright, Oz and Willow are Spike's friends," Giles assured
"Friends?" Kendra asked
"As in opposite of enemies?" Spike said caustically
"Spike has a few civilian friends who assist him in his slayer duties," Giles explained, "And they also interact socially."
"But the slayer must be kept secret for security," Kendra insisted, "You allow this?"
"Well, it helps in Spike's case," Giles attempted to defend himself
"Sorry, what's going on?" Oz asked
"Kendra's a slayer," Spike informed
"Two slayers at the same time?" Willow asked, "Is that possible?"
"Well, a slayer is activated when the previous one dies, so…"
"Oh yeah, Spike did die," Oz remembered
"What, when?" Willow asked
"It was before that fight with The Master," Spike said, "I drowned, but it was only for a minute."
"That's all it takes," Giles said
"That wasn't a real death," Spike argued, "I fell in some water, I got revived, it was nothing! It shouldn't count! She shouldn't be a slayer!"
"Now Spike, that's uncalled for…" Giles began
In anger, Spike kicked Giles' desk, sending it slamming into the wall. He then stormed out of the room.
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Spike was already in the hallway when Oz caught up to him.
"Spike, what was that about?" Oz asked
"You wouldn't understand," Spike muttered
"Understand that you're upset because someone else has to suffer being a slayer?" Oz asked
Awkward silence.
"Okay, maybe you do," Spike reluctantly admitted
Suddenly, Giles burst out the library doors. He looked rather alarmed.
"Spike, Kendra just told me something that you'll want to look into…"
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Willy's Bar and Grill…
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Drusilla was still in the storage cage, pressing herself against the wall to avoid the sunlight that beamed in through the window. The light's presence was weakening her, if she was there any longer she might burn up.
"Willy!" Drusilla croaked, "Willy!"
The door opened, revealing Willy. He placed a sheet over the window, blocking the sunlight.
"Oh thank God," Drusilla breathed, "You're here…"
To Drusilla's surprise, Willy grabbed her by the ankles, and began to drag her out of the storage cage.
"What are you…?" Drusilla was too weak to fight him
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Willy dragged Drusilla to another room. He lifted up a hatch, revealing an entrance to the storm drain. Carefully, he picked Drusilla back up, and dropped her down into the drain. She fell down, splashing in the water. Her white dress was ruined; it clung to her skin.
"Look who dropped in," Buffy taunted
"Oh god…" Drusilla tried to get up
Before Drusilla could escape, two of Buffy's vampire lackeys grabbed her, lifting her up.
"I'm sorry, Drusilla, but times are tough," Willy dropped down into the drain, "I need the money."
Willy turned to Buffy.
"Speaking of which…" he stuck out his hand
Buffy reached into her purse, and took out a wad of cash.
"There you go. Thirty pieces of silver," Buffy teased
"Whatever," Willy pocketed the money, "So, Buffy, I was wondering, do you show up on film?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You ever consider modeling? I have a friend with a camera. Strictly high-class nude work. You know, art photographs. But naked."
Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Let's go…" Buffy sighed
Buffy started to walk away with the lackeys carrying Drusilla. Then she stopped.
"Hey Willy, can I use your phone?" she asked
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Upstairs…
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Buffy picked up the phone behind the bar, and dialed a fifteen-digit number.
"Solomon Imports," a hazy voice said
Solomon Imports was the front for the Order of Taraka. Buffy rolled back her sleeve, where she had written down some codewords. They had gotten a bit smudged.
"Eta kuram na…smekh?" Buffy attempted
The man on the other line was silent for a moment.
"Understood," he said
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To be continued…
