Disclaimer: I am not Joss or WWE or anything of the sort.. Sighs.. I am
just borrowing the characters.
Author's Note: Sorry it's taken so long to update. But I am home now, sooooo.. It will be updated more often and with more current stuff, so just bear with me, please!
Chapter 4
"When I said it was a pleasure to meet you," Shawn Michaels said, teasing Buffy, "I never meant that you could invite me into a match so early on in the realtionship." he gave a smirk to Nash, who looked about ready to beat him to a pulp for flirting with Buffy, who had yet to notice what he was doing.
"Sorry." Buffy said, "I didn't realize who Stone Cold was going to throw into the match. Are we gonna talk strategy or what?" the other two looked at Buffy, slightly confused. "How about we pick who gets who." looking at Trish, "I think that you should take Victoria. Shawn should take Steven Richards and I'll take Batista?"
"I don't think that it would be a good idea for you to take Batista." Shawn said, Nash nodding his agreement. Buffy sighed, when were they going to learn that she could take care of herself?
"It's okay, besides it'll catch him by surprise long enough for me to kick his ass, hopefully." Buffy replied, looking at Trish for back up support. "Alright, if need be, I'll tag you." Shawn nodded in satisfaction, all of them walking towards Trish and Buffy's dressing room.
"So, how long do we have before the match?" Buffy asked, still uncertain about the entire time thing in the WWE.
"We will be going up after this match and after the commercial break." Shawn told her, looking over the small blonde in front of him. He knew how strong she was, but she just didn't seem to have the strength required to take on Batista. He knew that she had, in fact, defeated Evolution, but that was in a fair fight and he knew that they would be fighting anything but fair when this match came up. "How did you met Nash?" he was curious about the blonde and he ignored the glares he was receiving from Nash.
"I saved him from getting his ass kicked." Buffy replied, smirking at Nash. It was the best cover story that they could come up with, considering Buffy wasn't about to explain to everyone about vampires and the slayer, well it would actually be slayers now.
"I was just wondering," Shawn continued, relentlessly, "How it is you are so strong?"
"I work out." Buffy replied without thinking, "A lot."
"You don't look like a girl who works out a lot." Shawn commented, he was thinking about Ivory who worked out as much as the rest of the guys and was all muscle and was in no way as feminine as Buffy. "I do." was Buffy's only reply, she wondered briefly what Shawn was getting out and decided that she was just going to straight out ask him. "What is it that you are wanting to know?" "Well, since you asked," Shawn said and the others laughed, because he had been like a bull dog with a bone, "How is it that you are able to handle Triple H and the rest of Evolution, by yourself?"
"Because they underestimate me when they look at me." Buffy said, "When you look at me you see a small blonde in need of protection, but in truth I have studied more martial arts then you could possibly imagine. Because of my martial arts training, I have learned how to use my opponents weight against him in different ways, so that I am able to win." Shawn nodded, thinkig about the information she had just relayed, he was still pretty skeptical about the reasoning, but he would let it go, for now.
"Guys, we need to go." Trish said, breaking into Shawn's thoughts, "Nash are you escorting the lovely Buffy to the stage?" Nash nodded, offering his arm to Buffy, who accepted it readily, Trish taking the lead followed closely by Shawn and then Nash and Buffy.
"Making their way to the ring," the announcer said, "Trish Stratus." the crowd cheered, "Shawn Michaels." another big cheer, "And Buffy, escorted by Nash!" the crowd cheered as all four of them made their way down the ramp and into the ring. "And introducing Batista," there was a pause, with some cheers, "Victoria." some whistles, "and Steven Richards." the announcer quickly exited the ring, the ref attempting to get four of the wrestlers out of the ring, leaving Victoria and Trish.
Grappling in a head lock, Trish pulled Victoria's hair, in an attempt to get her to break the hold, working quite well. Victoria released one arm, Trish grabbed it and threw Victoria over her shoulder, moving to drive her elbow into Victoria's stomach, only to hit mat when Victoria rolled out of the way, quickly tagging Steven Richards. Trish quickly stumbled to her feet, rolling towards her corner and slapping Shawn's hand. Buffy helped pull Trish out of the ring, as Steven Richards made his way towards them, only stopping when Trish made contact with Shawn.
Shawn moved into the ring, circling Steven, both of them looking for the one weakness, neither of them willing to pass by the other's corner. Impatient, Steven dove for Shawn's legs, hoping to catch him off guard, only to find him ready for him, when Shawn drove his elbows into the middle of his back. Letting out a moan of pain, he felt the mat come up to meet him. Shawn stood up, picking Steven up and body slamming him onto the middle of the mat. Leaving him there, Shawn moved to climb the rope, only to have Batista grab his leg and pull him into the rope. Groaning in pain, Shawn hit the ground, Steven making a quick recovery and making his way towards Shawn.
Nash, meanwhile, chasing Batista back into his corner, where Victoria was congratulating him on a job well done. He made his way back into their corner, where Buffy slipped her hand into his, silently telling him that everything would work out, it always did. Their attention drawn back to the ring, as Steven did his Steven kick, throwing Shawn into one of the other corners of the ring, hitting the post and sprawling into the mat. Steven strutted his way over to Batista, slapping hands and laughing as Batista entered the ring, with the still hurt Shawn laying face down on the mat. Batista moved towards Shawn, throwing a smirk at Buffy as he picked him up and power drove him into the mat. Shawn let out a pitiful moan at the pain as the mat came up to meet him, again. Shaking his head, he quickly pushed past the pain and instead focused on tagging Buffy, who was leaning over the ropes hand stretched out in front of her, trying to get him to tag her. He crawled towards her, while Batista had his back to them, slapping her hand, before collapsing onto the mat and letting the pain take him over.
Buffy vaulted over the top rope, landing noiselessly beside Shawn, helping him to his feet and taking him into the corner and handing him over to Nash, before turning to face Batista, who was still gloating over everything, unaware that Buffy had stepped into the ring. His grin grew bigger as the crowds cheers grew bigger, until he felt a tap on the shoulder.
"You didn't think those cheers where for you, did you?" Buffy asked, laughing at the incredulous expression on his face, "Oh! You did, that's so cute. Stupid, but cute." Batista gave an angry cry, taking a swing at Buffy, who ducked and kicked him in the ass, sending him sprawling into the mat. Shanking himself off, Batista got to his feet, turning to face Buffy again, as his tag team members distracted the ref, Steven threw Batista a metal chair. Smiling, Batista advanced on Buffy.
"This will teach you to mess with Evolution." he said, faking a swing to the head, he instead hit her in the middle, sending her stumbling back into the post. As she was recovering, he charged her, throwing the metal chair in front of him, so that Buffy was hit by a 275 pounds of muscle and metal chair. Letting out a groan of pain, she sunk to the mat, attempting to get her bearings, Nash attempting to enter the ring, but being held back by Shawn and Trish. Throwing the chair out of the ring, his teammates returned to their corner, while Batista swaggered over to the other corner.
"Look what I did to your girlfriend." Batista mocked, looking at the three on the outside of the ring, "since I can't get to you, I guess I'll just take it all out on her."
"Touch her and there will be no place you can hide." Nash promised, no one looking at Buffy as she struggled to her feet, a second wind coming over her. Buffy moved behind Batista a new fire glinting in her eyes, blowing a kiss to Nash, who smirked, "You might wanna look behind you."
"Ya, cause I'm gonna be stupid enough to turn my back on the three of you." Batista said, knowing that Buffy wouldn't have been able to be up and moving yet. Buffy smirked, kicking him in the back of the knee, sending him down onto his knees.
"I thought we already went over that." Buffy said, as she step in front of him, "you are deeply stupid, remember?" Batista gave an angry roar, lunging for Buffy, who jumped over him, kicking him on his back and sending him sprawling onto the mat's the rest of the way. Turning him onto his back, Buffy pinned his shoulder onto the mat, only to get a two count. Muttering under her breath about men and their need to feel more macho then women, she jerked Batista to his feet, sending him into the ropes, as she ran at the other one's, bouncing off of those, she returned to Batista, close- lining him into the mat. As she went to pin him again, she was hit from behind with a chair, she vaguely heard a bell as the announcer said that the match was over, because of interference. Struggling to her feet, Buffy noticed Nash was throwing punch after punch at Triple H and Randy Orton, while Shawn went to work on Steven and Ric Flair and Trish was after Victoria, while Batista still lay sprawled on the ground. Rolling him onto his back, Buffy realized that he had been knocked unconscious at some point in the fight, shrugging she realized it must have been when she landed on top of him. Shrugging, again, Buffy jumped into the fray, sending Flair sprawling out of the ring and flashing him a very innocent smile, as Shawn continued to pound Steven Richards. Moving towards Triple H, Randy Orton, and Nash, Buffy tapped Randy on the shoulder, decking him as soon as he turned around, sending him sprawling over the top rope, clutching his nose as Flair moved over to make sure he was okay. Shawn threw Steven out over the ring, as Trish dragged Victoria over to the ropes and chucked her into Flair and Orton. Triple H realizing that he was out numbered, grabbed the unconscious Batista and slid out of the ring.
"Well, that went well." Buffy commented as the four of them stood in the ring. Breathing hard the other three turned and gave her incredulous looks. "What! It could have been worse." Buffy pointed out.
"How?" Trish asked, still attempting to catch her breath.
"Bishoff could have walked out and done the entire macho bull shit." at the mention of the co-GM, the other groaned, sitting on the second rope, Nash and Shawn held the rope open so that Buffy and Trish could get out of the ring. Shawn and Nash slid down onto the ground, following the two girls up the ramp and into the dressing rooms, before turning and going to their own dressing room.
Trish's Dressing Room
Buffy collapsed onto the bench as she let her injuries finally take over, pain coursed through her body. Wincing as she breathed, she realized that she must have bruised ribs, slowly lifting her shirt up she saw the bruises, already forming purple and blue over her sking.
"Buffy!" Trish said, she had turned around to talk to Buffy and instead saw the bruises that Buffy had. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"Didn't hurt." Buffy said, lowering her shirt, "Don't worry about it, it'll be fine."
"You need to go to the doctor or something." Trish said, scared that something was seriously wrong with Buffy.
"Nah." Buffy replied immediately at the mention of the doctor. "It's okay they'll be fine by tomorrow." Trish looked very skeptical, but before she could say anything, there was a knock on the door.
"Open." she yelled out and Stone Cold walked in.
"That was great!" he said, he had watched the entire thing and he wasn't sure that the tiny blonde and her companions could pull it off, but they had proved him wrong and for once he was thankful for that. "I was just coming by to make sure that you were alright." Buffy nodded, while Trish shook her head, "And to tell you that Bishoff will probably have some match lined up for you next week."
"Figures." Buffy muttered. "Well thanks." Stone Cold turned around and left, leaving the two women alone, again, but before Trish could say anything, there was another knock.
"Come in." Trish hollered, getting slightly peeved at being interrupted.
"Just coming to get Buffy." Nash said, walking into the room, "Told her that I would bring her back to her hotel."
"She needs to go the hospital." Trish said and Nash looked at Buffy, worry evident on his face.
"No, I really don't." Buffy said in the same tone, "What I need is a good night's sleep and to go shopping tomorrow. I'll be fine, I heal really fast." Trish still looked unconvinced, walking over to Buffy, she held up her shirt, showing off the bruising and swelling, which was already reducing in size.
"How?" she stuttered out and Buffy sighed, she hadn't wanted to explain this.
"Alright," Buffy said, "Why don't you take a ride with Nash and I so that I can explain this?" Trish nodded, grabbing her stuff and following Buffy and Nash out into the night air and into a car, waiting to drive them anywhere they choose. Buffy waited until they were in her hotel room, before turning to look at the two of them.
"Alright, this doesn't leave the hotel room." Buffy said and waited for the nods of agreement, "Into every generation there is one with the strength and skill to kill vampires. She is the slayer."
"Vampires aren't real." Trish spit out. "I thought you were going to explain, not make up some story. Let's go."
"She's telling the truth." Nash said, taking the bandage off his neck, "I wasn't in a fight, I was jumped by vampires and was damned lucky to have been found by Buffy." he showed the wound to Trish, who stared at in shock, it was true!
"Listen." Buffy said, walking over to window she looked out as she continued, "I was called at the age of fifteen. I used to think the same thing, until my eyes were forced to open. Since then, I have spent every night hunting the things that hunt humans. A couple of months ago a really big evil came forward and in order to defeat it, we did something that had never been thought of before. We activated all the potential slayers around the world." Buffy looked at Trish, "you probably noticed that you got stronger, faster, more agile, nightmarish dreams of young girls dying?" Trish nodded, she had chalked it up to training finally paying off. "The closer you are to being top slayer the more power you will have. Since I'm the first slayer, I have all the power." "But how?"
"Magic." Buffy replied, she knew that Trish believed her, but was mostly still in shock of everything. "I came here to find the potential slayers and to send them out to Cleveland, where my watcher is. You are one of the one's I'm looking for." Trish nodded, "But since I'm going to be traveling with you, I can help train you."
"Train her for what?" Nash asked, breaking the silence, which seemed to thicken as Trish and Nash looked at Buffy, waiting for her to answer.
Author's Note: Sorry it's taken so long to update. But I am home now, sooooo.. It will be updated more often and with more current stuff, so just bear with me, please!
Chapter 4
"When I said it was a pleasure to meet you," Shawn Michaels said, teasing Buffy, "I never meant that you could invite me into a match so early on in the realtionship." he gave a smirk to Nash, who looked about ready to beat him to a pulp for flirting with Buffy, who had yet to notice what he was doing.
"Sorry." Buffy said, "I didn't realize who Stone Cold was going to throw into the match. Are we gonna talk strategy or what?" the other two looked at Buffy, slightly confused. "How about we pick who gets who." looking at Trish, "I think that you should take Victoria. Shawn should take Steven Richards and I'll take Batista?"
"I don't think that it would be a good idea for you to take Batista." Shawn said, Nash nodding his agreement. Buffy sighed, when were they going to learn that she could take care of herself?
"It's okay, besides it'll catch him by surprise long enough for me to kick his ass, hopefully." Buffy replied, looking at Trish for back up support. "Alright, if need be, I'll tag you." Shawn nodded in satisfaction, all of them walking towards Trish and Buffy's dressing room.
"So, how long do we have before the match?" Buffy asked, still uncertain about the entire time thing in the WWE.
"We will be going up after this match and after the commercial break." Shawn told her, looking over the small blonde in front of him. He knew how strong she was, but she just didn't seem to have the strength required to take on Batista. He knew that she had, in fact, defeated Evolution, but that was in a fair fight and he knew that they would be fighting anything but fair when this match came up. "How did you met Nash?" he was curious about the blonde and he ignored the glares he was receiving from Nash.
"I saved him from getting his ass kicked." Buffy replied, smirking at Nash. It was the best cover story that they could come up with, considering Buffy wasn't about to explain to everyone about vampires and the slayer, well it would actually be slayers now.
"I was just wondering," Shawn continued, relentlessly, "How it is you are so strong?"
"I work out." Buffy replied without thinking, "A lot."
"You don't look like a girl who works out a lot." Shawn commented, he was thinking about Ivory who worked out as much as the rest of the guys and was all muscle and was in no way as feminine as Buffy. "I do." was Buffy's only reply, she wondered briefly what Shawn was getting out and decided that she was just going to straight out ask him. "What is it that you are wanting to know?" "Well, since you asked," Shawn said and the others laughed, because he had been like a bull dog with a bone, "How is it that you are able to handle Triple H and the rest of Evolution, by yourself?"
"Because they underestimate me when they look at me." Buffy said, "When you look at me you see a small blonde in need of protection, but in truth I have studied more martial arts then you could possibly imagine. Because of my martial arts training, I have learned how to use my opponents weight against him in different ways, so that I am able to win." Shawn nodded, thinkig about the information she had just relayed, he was still pretty skeptical about the reasoning, but he would let it go, for now.
"Guys, we need to go." Trish said, breaking into Shawn's thoughts, "Nash are you escorting the lovely Buffy to the stage?" Nash nodded, offering his arm to Buffy, who accepted it readily, Trish taking the lead followed closely by Shawn and then Nash and Buffy.
"Making their way to the ring," the announcer said, "Trish Stratus." the crowd cheered, "Shawn Michaels." another big cheer, "And Buffy, escorted by Nash!" the crowd cheered as all four of them made their way down the ramp and into the ring. "And introducing Batista," there was a pause, with some cheers, "Victoria." some whistles, "and Steven Richards." the announcer quickly exited the ring, the ref attempting to get four of the wrestlers out of the ring, leaving Victoria and Trish.
Grappling in a head lock, Trish pulled Victoria's hair, in an attempt to get her to break the hold, working quite well. Victoria released one arm, Trish grabbed it and threw Victoria over her shoulder, moving to drive her elbow into Victoria's stomach, only to hit mat when Victoria rolled out of the way, quickly tagging Steven Richards. Trish quickly stumbled to her feet, rolling towards her corner and slapping Shawn's hand. Buffy helped pull Trish out of the ring, as Steven Richards made his way towards them, only stopping when Trish made contact with Shawn.
Shawn moved into the ring, circling Steven, both of them looking for the one weakness, neither of them willing to pass by the other's corner. Impatient, Steven dove for Shawn's legs, hoping to catch him off guard, only to find him ready for him, when Shawn drove his elbows into the middle of his back. Letting out a moan of pain, he felt the mat come up to meet him. Shawn stood up, picking Steven up and body slamming him onto the middle of the mat. Leaving him there, Shawn moved to climb the rope, only to have Batista grab his leg and pull him into the rope. Groaning in pain, Shawn hit the ground, Steven making a quick recovery and making his way towards Shawn.
Nash, meanwhile, chasing Batista back into his corner, where Victoria was congratulating him on a job well done. He made his way back into their corner, where Buffy slipped her hand into his, silently telling him that everything would work out, it always did. Their attention drawn back to the ring, as Steven did his Steven kick, throwing Shawn into one of the other corners of the ring, hitting the post and sprawling into the mat. Steven strutted his way over to Batista, slapping hands and laughing as Batista entered the ring, with the still hurt Shawn laying face down on the mat. Batista moved towards Shawn, throwing a smirk at Buffy as he picked him up and power drove him into the mat. Shawn let out a pitiful moan at the pain as the mat came up to meet him, again. Shaking his head, he quickly pushed past the pain and instead focused on tagging Buffy, who was leaning over the ropes hand stretched out in front of her, trying to get him to tag her. He crawled towards her, while Batista had his back to them, slapping her hand, before collapsing onto the mat and letting the pain take him over.
Buffy vaulted over the top rope, landing noiselessly beside Shawn, helping him to his feet and taking him into the corner and handing him over to Nash, before turning to face Batista, who was still gloating over everything, unaware that Buffy had stepped into the ring. His grin grew bigger as the crowds cheers grew bigger, until he felt a tap on the shoulder.
"You didn't think those cheers where for you, did you?" Buffy asked, laughing at the incredulous expression on his face, "Oh! You did, that's so cute. Stupid, but cute." Batista gave an angry cry, taking a swing at Buffy, who ducked and kicked him in the ass, sending him sprawling into the mat. Shanking himself off, Batista got to his feet, turning to face Buffy again, as his tag team members distracted the ref, Steven threw Batista a metal chair. Smiling, Batista advanced on Buffy.
"This will teach you to mess with Evolution." he said, faking a swing to the head, he instead hit her in the middle, sending her stumbling back into the post. As she was recovering, he charged her, throwing the metal chair in front of him, so that Buffy was hit by a 275 pounds of muscle and metal chair. Letting out a groan of pain, she sunk to the mat, attempting to get her bearings, Nash attempting to enter the ring, but being held back by Shawn and Trish. Throwing the chair out of the ring, his teammates returned to their corner, while Batista swaggered over to the other corner.
"Look what I did to your girlfriend." Batista mocked, looking at the three on the outside of the ring, "since I can't get to you, I guess I'll just take it all out on her."
"Touch her and there will be no place you can hide." Nash promised, no one looking at Buffy as she struggled to her feet, a second wind coming over her. Buffy moved behind Batista a new fire glinting in her eyes, blowing a kiss to Nash, who smirked, "You might wanna look behind you."
"Ya, cause I'm gonna be stupid enough to turn my back on the three of you." Batista said, knowing that Buffy wouldn't have been able to be up and moving yet. Buffy smirked, kicking him in the back of the knee, sending him down onto his knees.
"I thought we already went over that." Buffy said, as she step in front of him, "you are deeply stupid, remember?" Batista gave an angry roar, lunging for Buffy, who jumped over him, kicking him on his back and sending him sprawling onto the mat's the rest of the way. Turning him onto his back, Buffy pinned his shoulder onto the mat, only to get a two count. Muttering under her breath about men and their need to feel more macho then women, she jerked Batista to his feet, sending him into the ropes, as she ran at the other one's, bouncing off of those, she returned to Batista, close- lining him into the mat. As she went to pin him again, she was hit from behind with a chair, she vaguely heard a bell as the announcer said that the match was over, because of interference. Struggling to her feet, Buffy noticed Nash was throwing punch after punch at Triple H and Randy Orton, while Shawn went to work on Steven and Ric Flair and Trish was after Victoria, while Batista still lay sprawled on the ground. Rolling him onto his back, Buffy realized that he had been knocked unconscious at some point in the fight, shrugging she realized it must have been when she landed on top of him. Shrugging, again, Buffy jumped into the fray, sending Flair sprawling out of the ring and flashing him a very innocent smile, as Shawn continued to pound Steven Richards. Moving towards Triple H, Randy Orton, and Nash, Buffy tapped Randy on the shoulder, decking him as soon as he turned around, sending him sprawling over the top rope, clutching his nose as Flair moved over to make sure he was okay. Shawn threw Steven out over the ring, as Trish dragged Victoria over to the ropes and chucked her into Flair and Orton. Triple H realizing that he was out numbered, grabbed the unconscious Batista and slid out of the ring.
"Well, that went well." Buffy commented as the four of them stood in the ring. Breathing hard the other three turned and gave her incredulous looks. "What! It could have been worse." Buffy pointed out.
"How?" Trish asked, still attempting to catch her breath.
"Bishoff could have walked out and done the entire macho bull shit." at the mention of the co-GM, the other groaned, sitting on the second rope, Nash and Shawn held the rope open so that Buffy and Trish could get out of the ring. Shawn and Nash slid down onto the ground, following the two girls up the ramp and into the dressing rooms, before turning and going to their own dressing room.
Trish's Dressing Room
Buffy collapsed onto the bench as she let her injuries finally take over, pain coursed through her body. Wincing as she breathed, she realized that she must have bruised ribs, slowly lifting her shirt up she saw the bruises, already forming purple and blue over her sking.
"Buffy!" Trish said, she had turned around to talk to Buffy and instead saw the bruises that Buffy had. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"Didn't hurt." Buffy said, lowering her shirt, "Don't worry about it, it'll be fine."
"You need to go to the doctor or something." Trish said, scared that something was seriously wrong with Buffy.
"Nah." Buffy replied immediately at the mention of the doctor. "It's okay they'll be fine by tomorrow." Trish looked very skeptical, but before she could say anything, there was a knock on the door.
"Open." she yelled out and Stone Cold walked in.
"That was great!" he said, he had watched the entire thing and he wasn't sure that the tiny blonde and her companions could pull it off, but they had proved him wrong and for once he was thankful for that. "I was just coming by to make sure that you were alright." Buffy nodded, while Trish shook her head, "And to tell you that Bishoff will probably have some match lined up for you next week."
"Figures." Buffy muttered. "Well thanks." Stone Cold turned around and left, leaving the two women alone, again, but before Trish could say anything, there was another knock.
"Come in." Trish hollered, getting slightly peeved at being interrupted.
"Just coming to get Buffy." Nash said, walking into the room, "Told her that I would bring her back to her hotel."
"She needs to go the hospital." Trish said and Nash looked at Buffy, worry evident on his face.
"No, I really don't." Buffy said in the same tone, "What I need is a good night's sleep and to go shopping tomorrow. I'll be fine, I heal really fast." Trish still looked unconvinced, walking over to Buffy, she held up her shirt, showing off the bruising and swelling, which was already reducing in size.
"How?" she stuttered out and Buffy sighed, she hadn't wanted to explain this.
"Alright," Buffy said, "Why don't you take a ride with Nash and I so that I can explain this?" Trish nodded, grabbing her stuff and following Buffy and Nash out into the night air and into a car, waiting to drive them anywhere they choose. Buffy waited until they were in her hotel room, before turning to look at the two of them.
"Alright, this doesn't leave the hotel room." Buffy said and waited for the nods of agreement, "Into every generation there is one with the strength and skill to kill vampires. She is the slayer."
"Vampires aren't real." Trish spit out. "I thought you were going to explain, not make up some story. Let's go."
"She's telling the truth." Nash said, taking the bandage off his neck, "I wasn't in a fight, I was jumped by vampires and was damned lucky to have been found by Buffy." he showed the wound to Trish, who stared at in shock, it was true!
"Listen." Buffy said, walking over to window she looked out as she continued, "I was called at the age of fifteen. I used to think the same thing, until my eyes were forced to open. Since then, I have spent every night hunting the things that hunt humans. A couple of months ago a really big evil came forward and in order to defeat it, we did something that had never been thought of before. We activated all the potential slayers around the world." Buffy looked at Trish, "you probably noticed that you got stronger, faster, more agile, nightmarish dreams of young girls dying?" Trish nodded, she had chalked it up to training finally paying off. "The closer you are to being top slayer the more power you will have. Since I'm the first slayer, I have all the power." "But how?"
"Magic." Buffy replied, she knew that Trish believed her, but was mostly still in shock of everything. "I came here to find the potential slayers and to send them out to Cleveland, where my watcher is. You are one of the one's I'm looking for." Trish nodded, "But since I'm going to be traveling with you, I can help train you."
"Train her for what?" Nash asked, breaking the silence, which seemed to thicken as Trish and Nash looked at Buffy, waiting for her to answer.