I have nothing. You want some?

Chapter 9

All the slayers watched as the demon walked towards three of the cages.

"You will be first. The glory will start with you." He pulled out a small tranquilliser gun and proceeded to use it on three of the slayers. He walked out of the room and a few minutes later came back with six vampires. The vampires split into pairs, opened the cage doors of the three tranquillised slayers and carried them out of the room closing the door behind them.

Faith sat down on her bed and turned to face Buffy. "Stupid question here, but are they going to live through this?" She asked.

"No." The answer came from Kendra. "The plan is to kill us all and in doing so remove the slayers for all time. Present, Future and Past."

"Past?" Faith queried.

"Yes. It would be as though none of us ever existed."

Buffy thought of her family and friends who she had fought for time and time again until her death. She closed her eyes as the memories washed over her. If she had never existed then, well then her family and friends would also cease to exist. Except their lives would be there, albeit temporarily, until some evil that Buffy would have prevented killed them. She swallowed, opened her eyes and said thickly, "We have to get out of here."

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The slayers heard the screams. They echoed around the room. Nobody said a word. They all knew instinctively that it was the three who had been removed earlier. Whatever it is that's happening to them it sounds painful. Faith thought as she winced while the last scream finally died away. Eventually Faith broke the silence that was deafening in the room.

"How long until the next lot?" She said looking at each of the remaining slayers in turn.

Again it was Kendra who answered. "Three days. Then it will be the next three in sequence. Buffy, Me and You."

"How's the plan coming, B?"

***

Across town the fellowship were having a reunion of sorts. Gandalf had managed to inform each member of the quest before they arrived so coming back from the dead wouldn't be such a shock. They embraced each other, remembering old times.

"Hmm hmmm." A man cleared his throat to gain their attention. "The fellowship I presume?" He asked again.

"You are the watcher?" Gandalf asked.

"Indeed. My name is Travers. Edmund Travers." He held out his hand. The fellowship looked bewildered at the proffered hand. Travers withdrew it after a moment of awkward silence. "I take it you don't shake hands." He commented.

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Anyone stumped by Travers? Does the name Quentin Travers mean anything to you? Oh yes. That's right. You've got him.

R&R please.