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Note: Alternate universe. The slayers were called in a different order.

The slayer stepped off the bus and breathed in the warm night air. She wrinkled her nose, the bus depot smelt gross. Heading into town with a holdall over her shoulder, she read the huge sigh proclaiming 'Welcome to Sunnydale'. The slayer raised her eyebrows, thinking, so why did I choose this town again?

Deciding that getting a room could wait 'til daytime, she wandered through the town, getting a lay of the land… not that she intended to continue the whole slayer thing, but it was good to know.

Somehow, she managed to end up in one of the many, vast cemeteries. The girl frowned,

"Why am I destined to spend my whole life in cemeteries?" she thought out loud,

"No matter, it wont be life much longer." Said a growling voice from behind her. She rolled her eyes and impacted the vamps head with a spinning kick

"Ok, now that was lame. If you're gonna spend your non-life making quips, you should at least make 'em good!" she yelled, staking him with a stake she had stuck in one boot (just in case). She looked at her watch. "Damn it!" She cursed, "Three hours in a new town and I already staked a vamp!"

"Hmm, and you're a little sloppy. You should have sensed him earlier." The slayer spun to see a greying man in a tweed suit approaching her, "You should have sensed me too." The slayer rolled her eyes, watcher she thought. No doubt about it.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't actually intending to be fighting vamps tonight."

"So you were just walking through a cemetery for the wonderous atmosphere." He said sarcastically. She shrugged,

"I was checking out the town, ended up in a cemetery. Get off my back, ok? I'm not the slayer anymore." She turned to leave.

"Yes you are." The man said sternly.

"Err…no. I'm not. Sorry, dude, but I intend to set up shop in this… 'Sunny' little town and lead a normal life."

"No you don't. That's not why you came here."

"Yeah it is!" she said, facing him once more. She was getting annoyed now.

"So, all normal people carry stakes around in their boots?" The slayer dropped her eyes, shrugging again,

"Just cause I gave up slaying, that don't mean I can't take precautions."

"Oh, you gave up? Well that's all right then! I'll just tell the average of five people who die of 'unnatural causes' every week in this town that you quit. Ok. That's fine." The slayer lost it.

"You giving me a guilt trip, watcher? You trying to make me feel bad about this? I didn't pick me for this job, k? It's not my fault that I'm not cut out for this shit! You go settle somewhere for fourteen years, become a slayer, lose everything you've ever cared for, had, or wanted, including your watcher, the only person who gave a crap about you once you set off down this shit lined road, and then you can lecture me on right and wrong, ok? Deal?" The watcher looked slightly pale in the moonlight. Pale, and very shocked. The slayer nodded, and headed off in the other direction. The watcher swallowed, and called after her.

"You can do it, you know! I enrolled you in the High school; 8.30 Monday morning in the library!" This was all he could manage before the slayer was out of range.

As soon as dawn broke, she searched for a small, cheap apartment, and soon found a willing landlord, who seemed bent enough himself to not ask any questions. The slayer took the keys, shut the door and bolted it, and collapsed onto the pathetic excuse for a bed.

"Way to go with kickin' the slayer gig, Faith." She sighed to herself. "Well done me. Bra-f*ckin'-vo."

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