In response to what has been happening recently on the show, (after: 'Showtime' season 7) With all those slayer-to-be's roaming around the Summer's house, I figure it would be ok for me to throw in just another girl who is actually apt in the fighting. Because seriously, they all suck.
*****
-Flashback reminder of 'Showtime'-
With the Slayer line of succession at stake, Buffy prepares for a showdown with the Ubervamp. Skeletal, callous, and frighteningly strong, the Ubervamp is among Buffy's deadliest foes. Chief minion of the devilish, shape-shifting First, the demon divides his time between killing potential Slayers and torturing the kidnapped Spike.
Determined to protect her apprentices and rescue Spike, Buffy racks her brain for a plan of action while Giles and Anya hope that a visionary creature called Beljoxa's Eye can offer a final solution to the First threat. Anya and Giles learn the reason why the First is out to destroy the slayer heritage because they had brought Buffy back from the dead.
Buffy, Willow, and Xander purposely plan something behind the slayer-to-be's backs so they can all see Buffy defeat the Ubervamp. Which she does by cutting his ugly head off. After she gives a little "We can do this" speech to everyone. Then she goes to the cave to get Spike, slayer, and vampire walk out with a slight limp.
-Start. Summer's House. Early noon.-
Spike lays in Buffy's bed, eyes closed in pain, a hiss escapes his lips. Buffy leans over to the wound on his chest she had been mending and blows on the disinfectant so the stinging would go away. Spike opens his eyes at this remarkably nice gesture from his love and smiles a small smile at her.
"All done. With your vampire healing you should be fine in a day or so. Is there anything I can get you?...blood?" Buffy said comfortingly to Spike's stretched out and battered body. To her surprise he sat up carefully and rested against the headboard, he looked at her, eyebrows pulled into concern.
Buffy had not gotten away from the fight with the Ubervamp without a scratch. Her face had been mended obviously by herself, the bandages falling a bit. Spike picked up the first aid kit she had been using on him and waved his arm for her to come closer.
She did as she was asked and sat down close on the bed covers. He gently plucked away the horrible bandage job, then proceeded to fix new ones over her cuts. Buffy liked the attention he had always given her, no matter how many times she pushed him away.
She closed her eyes reeling in his gentleness. Then he stopped, pushed a strand of loose hair behind her ear, lingering slightly at the touch. Her beauty wrapped around him, made him forget about the pain.
"Take care of yourself, Slayer, we need you strong." He said quietly, seeing the look of worry wash over her face he added, "I need Buffy strong."
She looked back at him, knowing his sincerity,
"How can I do this, everyone depends on me. Why can't I depend on someone else for a change?"
"Listen, you can rely on me, as long as you keep up appearances as the chosen one to little 'uns. They're scared, can't fend for themselves from what I heard from Dawn." This last part was ended on a humorous note, they both knew Dawn's dramatic wording leaving half the story true.
Buffy smiled at the vampire, her vampire. He wouldn't leave, not again. She rested a warm hand on his cold pale arm, kissed his forehead in a thank you. Walked slowly out of the room.
Buffy had one less person to worry about, now that Spike is back. Dawn found her sister leaning against the wall outside her room, knowing full well Spike was inside. The streaming mug Dawn held made Buffy look up and smile, Dawn always liked Spike even before the chip. She had fixed him some hot blood, the thought usually skived her, but her sisterly love for Spike had let her get over that fact.
Dawn smiled back,
"The girls are fighting over something, Xander is having a hard time keeping them in order. I'll watch over him for a while," Dawn said, meaning Spike.
Buffy nodded and walked down the hall for the stairs. Dawn knocked quietly on the closed white bedroom door, hearing a murmured: "come in." From the other side, she entered. Spike still propped up against the headboard, opened his eyes to see his favorite little girl.
Dawn held the mug out to him, he shook his head, he never liked it when she watched him drink.
Dawn sat in the same spot Buffy had,
"How are you feeling?" Dawn placed the hot mug down on the bedside table and returned her look at the vampire.
Spike smiled a bit, "Like hell actually, how do I look?"
"Like hell," Dawn replied, her eyes focused on the symbols placed on his chest. "I've seen those before." Her hand washed over them.
"Seen 'em? Where, lil' bit?" Spike was alarmed.
"On one of the girls downstairs, I don't know her name, she sleeps and eats but never talks. She has a tattoo that looks like those on the back of her neck that wraps around to her chest." Dawn looked back into his deep cerulean eyes. Shook her head, "Probably nothing, it just kind of resembles them."
"Well, you should let Buffy and the others know."
"Yea, yea, listen, drink up alright?" Dawn nodded to the cooling mug, "It's getting cold. I'll be back later." Dawn walked out of the room, down the stairs over to the other girls who greeted her. They had obviously resolved their problem.
"How is he doing?" One of them asked.
"As good as can be expected." Dawn motioned towards the sleeping girl in the corner. "Who is that?"
"We don't know, another slayer I guess. She doesn't wake up, no matter how much noise we make. Even when she is awake, she has never spoken to any of us." All were looking at the girl in the corner, black hair in long thin plaits down to mid-waist length. The girl had been lying on her stomach; the braids fell around her figure, leaving her tattooed and discolored with scars back exposed thanks to her white tank top. The black-lined tattoo did resemble the cuts on Spike, but it could just be a design.
"She's a weird one, ain't she!" The British girl broke the silence. Dawn looked back at the girl, with an expressionless face.
Shrugging her shoulders, Dawn left the girls and walked into the kitchen. Buffy and Xander sat at the table discussing something.
"Where did Willow go?"
"Out shopping, it seems that feeding all of these girls is more trouble than keeping them alive." Xander joked, only himself finding the humor. "Willow would have gotten it." He mumbled.
"Is Spike sleeping?" Buffy asked with concern.
"Probably, he needs his beauty sleep. I'll go up in a while to get the mug, don't want crusty blood just laying around the house." Dawn smiled, she liked the fact that she could help Spike in some way, he had always made time to help her, especially after Buffy died.
He had been distant ever since she came back...
Willow kicked open the kitchen door, three bags of groceries clutched in her arms. Little Willow eyes peaked out from behind them, "A little help?"
*****
-The Next Day-
"Do you really think you should be walking around?" Buffy's voice in the utmost concern.
"Well, why not, need my exercise, plus my legs are the only things that don't hurt," Spike said as he took his first step downstairs. Buffy was close behind on the stairs, ready to catch him if he should fall.
"Alright. But don't do any jumping jacks. And remember that I warned you." She said making her way into the dining room to see what Willow and Giles were up to.
Spike wanted to introduce himself to the Slayer to be's. It was only proper. He found them all, except one who was sleeping, sitting in a circle on the floor gossiping.
"Hey! Your up!" A blonde one said happily, "We thought you were dead up there." Spike smiled at them all, looked down at himself and up again.
"Still dead, pet." They smiled back at his cute remark. Each one introduced themselves, shared witty comments with the friendly vampire. Dawn and Anya walked in,
"That's the girl I told you about." Dawn pointed to the one sleeping. Giles, Buffy, Willow, and Xander made their way into the living room.
Spike walked closer to the sleeping beauty. Kneeled down beside her head,
"Pet, wake up." He touched the back of her head, and she stirred, moving her face towards him, eyes still closed. "Wake up, pet."
Spike unconsciously stroked her tanned cheek. She leaned into his touch, yawned a little, and blinked her dark eyes open. She sat up from her lying position, legs folded to her side. She was beautiful, with almond-shaped eyes, tanner than the others. Her skin was clear, every once in a while what resembled a long scar was left.
Her hand ran from her forehead to her bottom lip, she felt around for something there, Stood, and dug into her baggy white pants. She pulled out two tiny silver rings, looking down at them in her hand, she looked up when Buffy greeted her,
"Hi, what's your name?" The girl's expression did not change, bringing one of the silver rings to the left side of her bottom lip.
"She probably doesn't speak English. do you speak french? German?" Seeing no change in her expression, Spike tried all of the languages he knew, demon and all. Buffy had not known that Spike was fluent in all of those languages, which made him seem all the more alluring to her.
The girl tugged on the second lip ring, pierced on both sides of her bottom lip as Spike said the last language he remembered. She walked over close to him, pulled his head gently down to her height a few inches shorter, and with his ear close to her she made a clicking noise with her tongue. Spike looked up to face her, she placed a hand on her throat and shook her head.
"You can't speak, pet?" The girl looked at him as in saying yes.
"What? If she's a slayer then how come she can't talk?" Dawn asked Giles,
"Well slayers are human, I guess they can be born with diseases and such. Although I've never read about anything of the sort." Giles answered the curious girl.
"Well since she doesn't speak, fighting beside her is going to be tough," Xander said, Spike and the girl had been looking at each other all the while. The girl stopped looked over at Xander, dug in her side pocket, and pulled out a pocketknife.
She strode up to Spike, touched his forehead stopped in between his eyebrows. Spike had been amazed at her, knowing full well what she was going to do, he held out his hand. The girl had punctured a hole in her palm that was now bleeding.
Spike's demon emerged, the entire room was stunned at this display. Taking the knife from her he cut a small hole into his palm also. Xander was about to intervene, but Anya stopped him with a shaking of her head he calmed down.
The bleeding two clasped hands, as the blood flowed through each of them, their eyes were locked. Buffy stood amazed in stunned silence, having no idea what was going on, she wouldn't stand for it anymore. As she stepped forward about to break the two apart, they let go of each other.
"Well now that we are all confused, would someone like to tell me what is going on?" Buffy asked rudely. Spike and the girl were still intent on looking through each other.
Anya took the stage,
"You see, vampire blood is very potent. If a vampire shares blood with a human without draining the human first, the vampire and human are forever bonded until that blood has been completely exhausted. In the aforementioned bonding, thoughts can be shared. In essence, they can now speak to one another through using their minds." Xander was proud of Anya, although he wanted to hug her and tell her she was beautiful, he held back, she had already proved she was still mad.
To stop thinking Xander asked,
"Ok, now that we have a link to her, what is your name?" Addressing the girl. The girl looked over at Spike, he knew her name.
"Kara." He answered for her. Buffy was satisfied but the others were not.
"You're a slayer right?" Dawn asked Kara, looking right through her it seemed Kara sent to Spike,
"Yes, my watcher was killed three days ago. Who are these others? I can tell they are not slayers." The end directed to Spike.
Speaking this back to Dawn and the others, he spoke to answer her aloud.
"Well, this is Buffy, the actual slayer. All of them and you are slayer-to-be's," Placing his hands on Dawn's shoulders from behind, "This is Dawn, Buffy's sister. That's Anya, ex-vengeance demon, Willow, a witch. And that there is the sorriest sod of a human being you will ever see, his name is Xander." Kara smiled with Spike laughing at Xander.
"What did you say about me?!" Xander yelled angrily, he didn't like people talking about him, aloud or not.
*****
-Night, Training room of the Magic Box.-
"Damn, how did you do that?" The girls were amazed as Buffy trained alongside them, Spike sat on the couch with Kara speaking silently with her. She would look over and see them laughing about something.
It was strange seeing Kara laugh. Her body moved in a manner like everyone when laughing, but no sound escaped her lips. Buffy didn't really like the fact that Spike was spending so much time around her. Although she wouldn't admit it she was a bit jealous that Kara probably knows Spike better than she does and she has known him for over four years.
"You should go train with the others, you all still have a lot to learn," Buffy said this directing it to Kara, at this, she stood wrapped her hand with white gauze tape. Took a spot in front of the punching bag and had her go at it.
Each powerful punch connected perfectly, her stance was flawless. The muscles flexed in her shoulders, next punch after next punch, it usually gets tiring, but Kara didn't stop. The other girls watched her in awe at her power, Buffy took a seat next to Spike never taking her eyes off Kara,
"She's strong."
"Told me she's a boxer. Add on some slayer strength and tada! You get little Miss Buffy." Spike grinned at Buffy as she punched him playfully in the leg.