Chapter 7: Last Wordz
Wood had tried to kill Spike; there was no more simple way to put it than that. Buffy was a little less than happy, she was convinced that once you change you stay that way. "Robin, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to defend Spike for killing your mother because he did that. When people change, they tend to stay that way." Buffy argued. Charli and X looked at each other, they both knew that this was absolutely, completely false.
They stood in the Summers household, still trying to find out more about Caleb and the First. Everyone had stopped paying attention to books and to Wood and Buffy. "I beg to differ." Came a familiar voice as the door opened and two people walked in.
Buffy rolled her eyes as she turned around to face the door. "Faith." She growled.
"I mean, I'm not a murderer anymore but I still look for a good fight. Especially now, I'm back in Sunnydale." Faith said taking a glance around the house.
"And you are?" Charli asked, standing up from the stairs.
"You're worst nightmare?" Faith asked sarcastically.
"Fraid not, I'd be the resident worse nightmare." Charli smiled.
"Yeah no shit." Buffy said quietly,
"What Buffy? Did one of your potentials get an attitude?" Faith asked. Buffy rolled her eyes and looked at Willow who was standing beside Faith. "My God, I was just askin'," Faith breathed.
"I'm Chuck, this is X. We have come to save the day!" Charli said pretending to be happy to be in Sunnydale. Faith laughed, she was starting to like this girl.
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"I
think tha reign is callin Murder, I think tha reign is callin Murder, I think
tha reign is callin Murder, I think tha reign is callin Murder. Dear Lord can
you feel my pain? If
you can't it's alright, cause I'ma live my life anyway, Just let, it, rain - on
me, I feel, so free like a, cool breeze
And when the sun, gon', shine, Fold up the mini-blinds, load up the lucky 9, And
hit 'em up from behind, That's, my, life - and it'll never be the same, Ever
again, the game is to blame, Don't get caught up in your Range Rover, pullin
over, On the Westside highway shoulder, nigga I'll blow ya
like a windshield, leave yo' mind on the windshield, And have yo' whip doin
windmills, that's what rain feels, like, when it's hittin a little harder than
drizzle, And pickles flyin out pistols, gotta niggaz cryin they Christians and,
I can't believe shit has come to this, It's unheard of, now it's gonna reign
down murder…" Charli sung under her breath as the now- expanded Scooby gang
loaded up on weapons in Buffy's basement.
"How extremely pleasant." Buffy said sarcastically.
"Don't I know it." Charli said in all seriousness, she picked up her scythe and X followed her out to her Porsche.
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A/N: Since no one really seems to be interested in this story the next chapter will probably be the last since I've got some that people actually give me feedback on. Should be up by Saturday or before. XOXO **Charli**