A/N:Did you read my fic "The Diary of Grace McCormack"? I'm just sayin', this will perhaps make
more sense 2 u then. Basically (if you haven't/don't want to/can't be bothered to read my fic
**shame on you!!!**), Grace was Angel(us)'s sixteen year old sister who wrote a diary of the
effects her newly vamped brother threw upon her family. Eventually, she was lured away by Angelus
and her body found just outside Galway the next dawn. There are/will be quite a few references to
this, so that's all I wanna say. Thank you.
Disclaimer:**Sigh** What do you think? I wouldn't be the owner of just 67p and one stripey sock
if I was Joss Whedon and owned Buffy. I do own a few characters though, I think you'll know who
they are. ;-)
A/N2:I haven't seen many episodes of Buffy and none of Angel, so please bear with me! And this
is set in 2008.
Dedicated to: Stormz, who is just starting out on this site!
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Angel moved silently and swiftly through the graveyard, his dark eyes searching the place
over and over again.
The Powers That Be had informed him just two days ago that a new Slayer would be arriving
in Sunnydale, and that he had to go to her. He didn't know why. The Powers didn't explain, just
ordered.
Had it really been eighteen months since Buffy had died for another time round? They
hadn't been able to bring her back this time, and so Faith was the sole Slayer, having gotton
out of prison about a month before and proving that she had switched back to the side of good.
Then Faith had been killed in a battle, just three months before Angel stood in the cemetary on
this very dark and moonless night.
Why was he needed? The girl had known she was the Slayer for three months, and she
probably had a Watcher. The idea made him grimace. Not all Watchers were like Giles; not all
Watchers cared about the welfare of their Chosen Ones. The Watchers Council was just as bad. A
stubborn, unmoving group of old guys who wouldn't see any side to the argument but their own.
Already he feared for this girl, this teenager he didn't even know.
Suddenly he saw her.
A dark figure creeping through the headstones towards the crypt Angel stood by. Inside he
could hear a raucous gathering of vamps, and he knew the girl did too. He hid in the shadows as
she came near. It wasn't time for her to see him.
She sensed him though. She could feel his eyes watching her every move, and she looked up
at him, even though he was hidden, frowning in concentration. Then she gave up and peered through
a gap in the door at the enemy. Angel stepped out and had a look too, but made sure he was still
hidden from the Slayer.
A wave of odd familiarity swept over him...
The Slayer hesitated. Then she swept open the door and entered, drawing a stake out from
behind her back.
"Party's over guys," she sneered. "Mind if I crash?"
Angel watched as a vampire jumped up and snarled, his vampiric features taking over the
face of a high school footballer.
"Who're you, little girl?" he demanded. He rushed forward at her...
Her hand swept down and the stake plunged into his chest. The vamp gave a startled yell
as he crumbled into dust.
"Obviously you were a newbie. And I'm no little girl." The Slayer adressed the pile of
ash by her boot. "I'm Gracia Elizabeth McCormick. But you can call me the Slayer."
This announcement was greeted with growls, cries of anger, and a lot of transforming
faces. Angel was temporarily stunned, but then realised what was going on. Most of the vamps
rushed to tackle her, but she catapulted over their heads into the middle of the crypt.
That's my cue, Angel thought. He came out of the shadows now and threw a glass bottle at
the doorframe above the front vamps. It shattered and the clear liquid inside srayed heavily over
them. The vampires screamed as the holy water burned them seriously. Using this as a distraction,
Angel managed to stake three and get inside.
The young Slayer was dodging blows from a vamp girl with a thick mask of cosmetics and
returning each attempted punch with a sharp kick in the shins or stomach. The vamp grabbed her
roughly by the throat and grinned ghoulishly.
"I always wanted to kill a Slayer!" she exclaimed as she slammed the girl against the
crypt wall. Angel tried to get to her but found himself surrounded by more vamps.
The Slayer choked out something incoherent and the vamp girl stupidly loosened her grip
as she asked, "What was that, Slayer?"
"I said, 'Not today, sweetie'." The girl called Gracia shoved hard against the vamp girl,
freeing herself and sending her nemises sprawling to the floor. Before the vamp could rise, she
was dust.
Without even a pause for breath, Gracia had flick-flacked over and was helping Angel to
pummel and stake the vamps. As a team, they made short work of the party and soon stood alone in
the empty crypt.
The girl was staring at the floor as she tenderly felt a wound across her left forearm. Angel
crossed over to her.
"Are you going to be OK?" he asked warily.
"Sure," She looked up at him suddenly, her dark brown eyes blazing. "Vampire."
Angel couldn't strike out at her, he just couldn't. Even though she was advancing on him
with a very sharp stake and an expression of murder. He took a step back for every one she took
forward, but eventually he was up against the wall. Gracia closed the final gap and brought the
stake up swiftly, ready to plunge into his heart.
Then she froze.
He scanned her face, the one he suddenly knew so well. The long plait of dark brown hair,
the large dark brown eyes, the pretty features of her pale face. The face he hadn't seen for 255
years and had never thought to see again apart from the nightmares of his past that haunted him
all the time. One of the faces he had longed to see so badly.
The expression of her face mirrored his own. Her lower lip quivered slightly as her hand
shook and the stake fell from her grasp. It clattered to the cracked stone floor and rolled away
across the room, coming to rest beside the tomb. Her arm dropped to her side and her mouth opened
to speak.
"Hello, brother Liam."
Angel replied. "Hello, sister Gracey."

Dun dun duuuuuuuunnnnn....yes, crummy cliffhanger I know, but if you review I'll write
the next chapter up soon and post it! Thank you!