Note: Sorry it took so long to get this up, like I've said before, I need inspiration, and to be in the right mood. I'll try to update soon. Chapter 2

            Angel walked through the south cemetery, all senses attuned to everything around him, just waiting for a vamp to try something. He smiled grimly as three vampires leapt out of a hedge ahead of him. He staked one of them before they even realised who he was, and the others attempted to tackle him. Angel vamped out and fought hard, loving the release. Half way through the fight, a girl appeared from nowhere, knocking a vamp to the ground. She staked him quickly, about the same time that Angel finished off the other. About to ask who she was, Angel was shocked when she then jumped at him. She hit him hard in the face, and he stumbled backwards,

            "Hey!!" he cried. She said nothing, but continued to attack him. Angel, very confused by this point, just deflected the blows, trying to tell her to stop. "You have the wrong idea!! ...just stop and talk… to… me!!"

            "No chance, vumpire." She hissed in a Caribbean lilt.

            "You… got…it… wrong!! He yelled between blows. The girl pulled back, and hit him with a snap kick to the stomach that even Angel couldn't block. She leapt on top of him as he fell back, stake raised. "Who the hell are you?" Angel gasped.

            "Ay'm Kendra, di Vumpire Slayah." She proclaimed, before someone collided with her, throwing her to the ground beyond Angel. The slayer kicked her attacker off, who recovered quickly, and dropped into a fighting stance. The slayer frowned, "Keep outta dis, gel. You don't know what you're dealin' wit'."

            "I damn well do! Angel is my friend, and a good guy!! If you're really a slayer, you should be able to tell!" The slayer shook her head, this girl must be one of those vampire worshipping idiots her watcher had told her about. She swung with her right. The girl dodged backwards, grabbing the slayer's arm to throw her off balance. "Listen!" she yelled. Kendra growled; she was getting pissed off. She jumped up again, facing the girl. She was preparing to attack once more, when she stopped dead as she had one of the weirdest experiences of her already odd life.

            [Listen to us. I know it's hard to take, but Angel is a good guy. Just look in his eyes, he has a soul.] Kendra swallowed. The girl was speaking, but her lips didn't move, and the vampire, who was now hanging back, didn't show any sign of hearing her. The slayer was terrified. She'd heard of mind control and magicks, of course, but she had never experienced it. Part of her was insisting that the girl, who must be a witch, was trying to control her mind, but another part, the essence of her humanity, knew this was not true. The girl was telling the truth, however ridiculous it sounded.

            "How?" she breathed, not dropping her fists.

            "Very long story." The girl replied. She relaxed out of the fighting stance, and glanced at Angel, "You ok?"

            "Yeah." He answered simply.

            "How can a vumpire have a soul?"

            "I was cursed with it by gypsies over a hundred years ago."

            "Cursed? Angel… not Angelus?" She looked shocked,

            "Used to be. Until I got my soul back." The slayer shook her head,

            "It ain't possible."

            "Look, can we take this inside. If you're really a slayer…"

            "Ay am. Di slayer."

            "Yeah. Well, you should talk to Giles."

            "Who is dis Giles?"

            "He's a watcher." The girl said. The slayer sensed a twinge of sorrow in the girls voice as she said this. Kendra thought for a moment, why would a watcher be here without a slayer?

            "Are ya a potential slayah?" she asked. The girl laughed,

            "No way. Just a girl livin' on the hellmouth." She replied, heading to the edge of the cemetery. Angel glanced at the slayer, then followed. Kendra remained for a moment, her fists still raised. She considered the situation, then sighed, relaxed, and hurried after them.

            "You're the slayer?" Giles exclaimed. Kendra, head down respectfully, nodded,

            "Ay am sir." Giles took off his glasses and began cleaning them,

            "Interesting…" he said thoughtfully. "And your watcher sent you to Sunnydale because…?"

            "Dere is dark power risin' in dis town, sir."

            "Yes, yes." Giles said, "There usually is."

He was about to continue when four more people entered the room.

            "West cemetery is secure as its gonna be." Said a woman with shortish dark hair. She was holding a stake, and smiled at Giles before even acknowledging the presence of anyone else.

            "Who's the new girl?" asked the girl just behind her, who laid a small, intricately decorated, ancient looking axe on the counter. The two guys behind them echoed her and took their places round the table. Kendra had leapt to her feet, fists raised.

            "Who are dese people?" She demanded.

            "They're friends, Kendra. Relax." Giles told her.

            "Ok… care to explain Miss. Drama queen?" The axe-wielding girl asked.

            "She's the new slayer." Willow told her. "Me an' Angel bumped into her on patrol.

            "Ay don't understand. Dese people know about vumpires too?" Kendra said, dropping the fighting stance, but frowning.

            "Yes." Giles replied. "They all knew the last slayer. She was stationed in this town."

            "But the slayah's identity is meant to be a secrat."

            "Yeah, well, we found out, and we helped her." Willow snapped defensively.

            "She died, didn't she?" Kendra snapped back. Xander and Oz grabbed Willows arms to hold her back as she lunged at the slayer. Cordelia let out a frustrated breath.

            "I'm headin' out again." She said, unable to take any more. She stood, "Anyone comin'?"

Xander looked around.

            "This 'dark power' is gonna involve research, isn't it?"

            "Of course." Giles replied, not seeing the relevance.

            "Then I'm with ya Cor'." He said, grabbing Jenni's discarded stake and Joining Cordy as she retrieved her axe and gave it an expert twirl. Willow, Angel and Oz followed, and the group left, chatting like any other group of friends.

            "Dey fight well." Kendra said. It was a statement, not a question, but it was doubtful.

            "Yes. They've had practice."

            "But dey're just normal people. That girl I fought… she caught me by surprise, took me down… and she did… something…"

            "Don't worry about it. Willow has picked up fighting very quickly. And while patrolling, it is imperative to be silent, she's learnt that from experience too. As for the 'something' I presume you mean…"

            "She spoke in may head."

            "Yes. Willow is rather …connected. After Buffy, she began dabbling in macgicks… turns out shes rather good at it- and powerful enough to control it."

            "But still…"

            "They were very close to Buffy. Every one of them knows the true dangers they face. Willow took Buffy's death especially hard. It may sound cruel, but her grief has given her the strength she now possesses."

            "But she's lookin' for revenge."

            "At first, yes she was. Now, she just does what she can. They all do."