Chapter 13

"Can I talk to you?" Wesley looked up. It was the demon man from the night before.
"What is it?" Wesley pushed up his glasses. They were just about to leave when the man showed up.
"I had this feeling. About you. Like I told you last night, that I have this intuition. I think you need my help." Faith and Wesley looked at each other.
"You look familiar." Faith walked toward the man.
"Who are you?"
"Hank."
"Not Hank Summers."
"You mean he's…" Wesley's jaw dropped.
"This must be what we had to figure out! Like hell we need you. Come on." Faith marched up the stairs and pushed Hank forward.
"You know my daughter? How?"
"We'll explain on the way…" Wesley looked at the man with grim determination. He knew he was going to have trouble dealing with this man that had abandoned Buffy, and he guessed everyone else would too.
"My daughter is the Slayer? What is a Slayer?"
"She's the Chosen one. Like me. Well her death sparked my rise. Well Kendra's death did."
"My daughter died?" Hank turned pale.
"Twice. God you're more dead beat than my parents. They at least knew I was in jail."
"You were in jail?" He looked very uncomfortable squeezed between them in Gunn's pickup truck. It was the only car available on such short notice.
"There is a lot you don't know Mr Summers."
"I know I haven't been the best family man. But I was away for 6 months in Europe. And then I didn't hear from anyone…so I assumed it was all alright."
"Assumed? Hello. Joyce and Buffy both died. Dawn was all alone!"
"Dawn?"
"Your daughter?"
"Buffy is my only daughter." He looked confused.
"I was warned about this. Since the monks have died their power has worn off and some don't remember Dawn. Especially people who were far away when the spell was done.
"Wasn't I in jail?"
"He was in Europe."
"Oh yeah." Faith gave Hank a distasteful glare.
"What does the Slayer do?" He said at last.
"Slayer? As in vampires. One girl in all the world chosen to fight the forces of darkness."
"Now Faith. He's only just begun to learn about his demon half. He had no clue it all existed."
"Well it does! And it's dangerous. And Buffy fights it. He should worship the ground she walks on for all she's been through." Faith crossed her arms and sunk into the seat. She had put Buffy through a lot herself. She turned and looked out the window, ignoring Hank for the rest of the ride.