A/N:Any ideas how to possibly make the twins seem less like Willow and Xander? I MEAN (possibly) sensible ones...and I'm not making them kleptomaniacs or cannibals or whatever, like someone told me to do to my Harry Potter character. Not having a rant here (yeah right!) Much appreciated, all ideas. Just minor things need to be altered I think. I really genuinely do value your input in my fics. ;-)

Disclaimer:Here's a little story for you: Once upon a time, there was a guy called Joss Whedon who had a really good idea for a show called Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Various rabid people became obsessed with it, and decided to write fics, as well as r/r-ing other peoples ones, about this show. He also created the really cool character of Spike, who might later be appearing in this fic. Please note that his name was JOSS WHEDON, and Shadowz owns nothing.

Dedication: FanFreak, who had the really cool idea of making a Sim of Cecelia and killing her. Made me crack up, that did. :) I might try it myself some time.
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"Put some effort into it, girl!"

Irritation burning, Gracia took a deep breath, chart wheeled over to where her Watcher stood holding a large, black pad filled with foam, and struck it hard with a roundhouse kick. She was about to pummel it again when Cecelia cast it angrily aside.

"You're not trying hard enough! I can see what move you're about to use, and if I was a vampire, I could snap your neck in a second due to your lack of skill!"

Gracia had had enough. It had been a long hour and a half she had endured, of strenuous fighting, gymnastics, and insults. At first, she had bitten them back, attempting to 'take them with a pinch of salt' as her mother said, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as Cecelia's taunts grew more and more venomous. She went over to the main table and sat on it, pulling a bottle of water out of her bag that lay there.

"What do you think you're doing?" Cecelia thundered, storming over to her pupil. "You're here to train, not sit around!"

Gracia wearily took a swig of the cool water, screwed the top back onto the bottle, and held it to her unbearably hot cheek in an attempt to cool down. "I thought you were here to teach me, not to insult." she snapped.

Cecelia's nostrils flared, the way Gracia had learnt over the past week meant that her temper and patience were wearing thinner than usual. Usually, she attempted to avoid it. However, at the moment, she really couldn't care less. She didn't know what it was, but something about her just annoyed the English librarian naturally. Why try to avoid something that would happen anyway? Every time they trained, or spoke, or even met, Gracia got the distinct impression that Cecelia didn't like her at all.

"Impudence gets you nowhere. I left my home, my country, and most of my life to help you, and what do I get in return? Cheek and insults! This just will not do!"

Gracia jumped off of the table and slung her bag over her shoulder. "Save your breath for the few who'll listen. I've had enough, and I have classes to go to."

She was almost at the door when Cecelia stepped in front of her path. She rolled her dark brown eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"Thought we'd been through this. I. Have. Things. To. Do. And let's face it, even the prospect of advanced quadratic equations in the maths room is much brighter than sticking around here to be insulted."

Cecelia's voice was low and nasty. "I see. From the moment I set eyes on you, I knew that you'd not amount to much. I could see that you were a slacker, and a fool, and weak! And now you've proved me right. You are an immature nobody!"

Gracia stepped to Cecelia's left to get to the door. Cecelia followed. With Slayer reflexes, she shot to the right and managed to bound through the door just before Cecelia could catch her and just as the bell sounded. With a quick, mocking salute at the irate Watcher through the doors window, she tore down the corridor. In the next hallway, she met up with Keisha and Luke, coming out of Geography.

"Hey guys, what did I miss?" she asked brightly, her dismal mood clearing up at the sight of her friends.

"Hi Gracia." Keisha replied with a smile, linking arms with her friend.

They all set off for Maths. Luke said, "The answer to your question goes a little something like this." He cleared his throat and put on the wooden expression that their History teacher had permanently stuck on his face, and changed his voice into one that gave a killing impression. "The Pilgrim Fathers...blah, blah, blah...couldn't gain enough freedom for religious practices...something, something...um..."

"Missed out the bit about the landing in America," Keisha helped out. "Oh yeah, and we need to write an essay on the full reasons the pilgrims left England."

"Well, if everybody was like Cecelia then, I wouldn't blame them." Gracia muttered as they entered the classroom and took their seats.

"Why, what happened?"

"Oh, the usual. All the same old insults and hatred. I really think she should talk over her issues with a psychiatrist."

"I'll give her the number for Luke's," Keisha said. "Why's she like that anyways?"

Luke shrugged. "Well, she's English, right? Must be trauma from dressing like the nineteenth century all her life." (A/N:No offence meant, honest.)

"Excuse him, I don't think he's trying to annoy you." Keisha said.

Gracia shrugged. "No offence taken, I'm not English, I'm Irish. And I grew up with all the 'Englishman, Scotsman, and Irishman' jokes."

"What is it with her though?" Luke asked. "She doesn't like any of us much?"

"Understatement." Gracia said with a sigh. "Even Angel doesn't like her. I don't know what he thinks though, apart from that. It's like he thinks something is wrong."

"It is," Luke said. "We have maths. There is no God."
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Angel sat alone in his basement apartment. Listening to the receiver in England ring. Waiting for someone to pick it up.

Eventually, they did. "Hello?"

"Hi, Giles. This is Angel."

Angel noted the obvious surprise in the voice of the English ex-Watcher. "Angel. I didn't expect a call from you."

"That was certain. But I need your help. There's some trouble with the new Slayer."

"What do you mean? The...the new Slayer has come to L.A.?" Giles sounded confused for some reason.

"No. She's here in Sunnydale. It's not her though, it's her Watcher."

"What's wrong? I'm a bit lost here."

He explained about his meeting with Gracia, about how she was his reborn sister, and about everything that had happened in the past few weeks. Giles listened silently, and Angel could just see his thoughtful expression.

"So you say that this girl- this Slayer- is your sister Grace?" Giles asked. "I've only ever heard of two cases like this, but they were both hundreds of years ago. That's not to say that reincarnation doesn't take place a lot more often than that."

"I'm just glad she's here." Angel told him. "Like I said before, the real problem is her Watcher. She's just...sadistic in some ways. I wanted to see if you knew anything about her."

"Sadistic? How do you mean?"

Again, Angel had to explain, this time using the information Gracia had passed onto him each time they met to stake vampires- how Cecelia expected her to be much more advanced than possible, how she put her down, how she disliked her. Again, he could sense the man's pensiveness.

"Well, I'm afraid that very nearly all of my colleagues when I was a Watcher believed that this was the key to training a Slayer. If you became emotionally attached to the Slayer you wouldn't be able to force her to the limits of her powers and eventually send her to her death. What's her name?"

"Cecelia Rees."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "About how old is she? What does she look like?"

"Thirty-something is my guess. Quite tall, thin, blonde, glasses."

"No, I don't know her. Sorry that I can't be of more assistance." Angel heard him sigh. "Tell Gracia to not take all the comments to heart as much as she has. That's all the advice I can give. Cecelia is trying to help her, after all."

"Believe me." Angel said bleakly. "They're intended to strike her down."
Giles sighed. "Not being there, I can't judge the situation well. What else is happening in Sunnydale?"

"The usual. I know there's something wrong, but there are no signs of whatever it is yet."

"They'll show, sooner or later. They always do."

"I'm just worried for Gracia. She's only been the Slayer for three months. What if she can't cope?"

"I'm sure she's much stronger than you think. She's got Slayer powers and she's proved she can use them."

"I guess. Thanks anyway. Bye."

"Bye."

Angel replaced the receiver and sat alone in the silence once more. He spent every second worrying about his sister, although he wouldn't tell her that. Was she OK? What was she doing? How were people treating her? How was Cecelia treating her?

He hadn't known the woman long, but he hated her, almost as much as he hated himself. Because when he saw her sneering at Cecelia, he saw part of himself as a vampire killing her- some diluted form of what he had done. And every time he closed his eyes, he saw the darkness over Miner's Hill near Galway, closing over the stretched out form of Grace. He could hear Darla's amused laughter, as well as his own.

He had cruelly broken her, and she had rebuilt. He had to protect her from meeting such a fate again. For her sake, but also for his. He couldn't bear to see her die again.

The clock read 2 p.m. Just six hours until he could meet Gracia again and they could talk.

Six hours until he could try to earn his redemption with her once again.

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There! I tried to put more Angel in, and I put in his conversation via the phone with Giles for () and also to not make it too pointless. I wanna thank you all again for all your sweet reviews, but I need more! Which is why you're gonna click on the box below and type a loada praise and ideas to review this story. Thank you!