I won't be following what happened with Faith in the TV show, though it might be similar.

Thanks to:

Miz – I'll be writing harry potter again in a few chapters probably

Draco-FutureBF

Becks89 – nice work with TYE, ahh Sirius is great! I've updated so then you can update! You'll have to wait and see with Faith, I can't guarantee she'll be all happy to begin with, but your finger shaking was noted

Carmen

Nimohtar – yeah I saw that movie which is where I got the inspiration from. Personally I thought the movie sucked so maybe mine will be better.

Alexandra the half-wolf

ScruffyWes – glad you liked it, I'm not particularly anti Wesley, especially not in Angle, but he was a bit annoying at season three of Buffy time

Sellser

Wllw979- yeah I may do that at all the big milestones. Yeah I am an Anya fan, who isn't? I find her difficult to write at this point because I think I'm writing season seven Anya instead of season four Anya.

Tiger tiger2 – perhaps it is….

Chapter 24 – Awakening

The brunette stared at the room without recognition. Her once bright brown eyes were dull and sunken, with dark shadows under her eyes. Her hair was in disarray and a drip silently filled her with intravenous fluids. The girl looked down dumbly at the needle in her arm and then angrily tore it out, creating a hole in her arm which bled a little. She blotted it with her sheets then got up. The cotton hospital gown hung loosely on her skeletal frame, thin from a long time without solid food.
A mirror hung on the wall and the girl approached it and gazed at her face. She touched her cheek wonderingly, not knowing her face; it felt like she was looking at a stranger. She ran a hand through her lifeless tangled hair and her face hardened.
 "Paybacks a bitch, B" Faith murmured bitterly.

Buffy felt just about rejuvenated after a few hours sleep so she got up and had a hasty shower. She went downstairs and into her kitchen where her mom was making waffles.
 "You were in late last night," Joyce commented as she passed Buffy a plate. "Out with Sirius I suppose?"

 "I wish," Buffy groaned, yawning. "New potential apocalypse unfortunately. This one waited for me to come home."

  "Should I be worried?" Joyce asked Buffy, piling waffles onto her plate which Buffy hungrily dug into.
 "Probably," Buffy said. "Two armies fighting, one made up of vampires." She looked at her mom. "Promise me you'll be in the house before sunset from now on. And don't leave til sunrise. And don't invite any strangers in."
 "Yeah okay," Joyce said, troubled. "Be careful, honey."
 "I always am," Buffy said, finishing up her waffles and getting up. "Sorry mom, but it looks like I won't be at home as much as we hoped. I've got to go to Giles, more research to do."
 "Okay honey," Joyce said disappointedly.
 "Don't worry," Buffy said, kissing her cheek. "I'll be here on Christmas day."

Buffy walked down the street humming to herself as she walked. Sunnydale was still sunny despite the fact that Christmas was in just under two weeks.

She crossed the street, heading towards Giles house. Jumping over a wall she entered the graveyard, walking briskly across it, smiling slightly as she remembered Sirius staking the vampire.

She exited the graveyard and the first thing she noticed was five identical black vans parked along the street.

 "Subtle," she muttered, approaching the one nearest her. As she walked up to it, the back doors flew open and eight men jumped out. Each wore a uniform, black fatigues with a sliver cross on the chest. They all held swords, axes or knives and had utility belts holding stakes, bottles of holy water and radios.
 "You must be the Catholics," Buffy said cheerily. The men stood in an unflinching line, except for one man, the tallest, who faced Buffy, scrutinizing her. He was very tall, the first thing that five foot Buffy noticed, very muscled and had dark hair, greying at the temples. He had a stern lined face which looked at Buffy very disapprovingly.

"Commander Grey," he barked at her and Buffy eyed his greying hair in amusement. "You are Buffy Summers I presume."

 "You presume right," Buffy said impassively.
 "I assume you have been informed of our purpose through the Watchers Council," Commander Grey barked. "We hope to keep civilian awareness to a minimum."
 "Yeah, I see how your matching black vans and soldiers armed to the teeth are subtle," Buffy said straight faced and the Commander frowned.

"We do not expect you to aid in our mission," Commander Grey continued. "We have no need of it, our numbers are significant and our fighters are experienced. In fact we would prefer if you stay out of our way."
 "As long as you stay out of my way," Buffy threw back at him and he blinked in surprise.
 "Miss Summers are you aware what you are up against?" he asked angrily.
 "Perfectly," Buffy replied. "I'm not opposing what you do, as long as you don't interfere with my work."

"What can one girl do against the Antichrist?" he said patronisingly.
 "How about you ask Mayor Richard Wilkins?" Buffy said as she walked away.
  "Don't get in our way Miss Summers," Grey called after her. "I won't warn you again." Buffy didn't turn around; she carried on striding down the street.


 "….Boy did that guy have a stick up his ass," Buffy said angrily. "It's not gonna be easy with him and his boys wandering around." Xander, Anya, Oz and Willow watched her clench her hands angrily.
 "Still, we don't want to get on the wrong side of them," Giles said. "It's true; they have a lot of pull and not just military. The church can cause a lot of trouble for you. Steer clear Buffy." Buffy just glared at Giles, and Sirius glancing at her saw that she wasn't prepared to do that. He took her hand and she relaxed a little.
 "He just seriously pissed me off," she said in defence and Sirius chuckled, pulling her to his side. She wriggled into a more comfortable position and began kissing his neck. The telephone rang but they both ignored it even though it was right next to them.
 "I'll just get that shall I?" Giles said, irritated. He picked up the phone and Buffy was vaguely aware that he had a short conversation before placing it back on the hook.

 "When you're finished, I've got something important to tell you," Giles said tensely and Buffy sat up innocently. "That was Sunnydale General. Faith's awake."
 "Faith?" Buffy said incredulously.
 "She woke up sometime early this morning and left the hospital." Giles said gravely. "They don't know where she went."
 "Dammit!" Buffy swore. "Just what I need on top of everything else." Sirius looked at her thoughtfully.
 "Funny isn't it?" he mused. "I mean you were just saying last night how you wanted her to wake up."

 "What exactly did you say?" Anya said, suddenly alert.
 "Well I was just saying how it would be so much better if all the stuff with Faith hadn't happened," Buffy said, thinking back. "Because two slayers are definitely better than one in this situation. And then all I said was that I wished she was awake…." She trailed off in horror.
 "You fool!" Anya exclaimed.
 "Anya!" Xander admonished.
 "Well she is," Anya retorted. "You don't just go making random wishes; you never know who might be listening. And now the bad, trampy slayer's just wandering around, waiting to attack the Slayer and those closest to her. "
 "Maybe she'll leave us alone," Xander attempted weakly.
 "Right," Buffy said sarcastically. "No, if I know Faith, there's nothing she wants now more than revenge. She's coming, I just don't know when."