Lydia sat on the wooden stool in the middle of the stage in the theatre
they had ambushed two nights earlier. She placed her hand on the heart of a
young girl knelt crying in front of her and literally sucked the life out
of her. "Ah, that feels better. I haven't tasted one so pure in a long
while." Lydia jumped down from the stool and almost glided to the front of
the stage. She clapped her hands twice and instantly every face turned and
all eyes were upon her, "Just the way I like it." Lydia whispered under her
breath. "Now, you all know why we're here in this horrible little town. You
all know that I've been searching for the right one for over a hundred
years. Now I've finally tracked down the girl with enough strength and
enough power to make me invincible. I want her power. I need her heart." A
hand shot up from one of her loyal audience, "Yes, Trion?" Lydia sighed.
"I'm s-s-sorry ma'am," The small and shy but very strong demon apologized,
"but may I ask when we go ahead and attack?" The demon finished. "Yes Trion
you may ask. We wait until I think the time is right. A time when she is
vulnerable, that's when we attack." With that Lydia turned right and glided
off into the wings of the theatre.
Buffy sat in the kitchen with Riley and his three buddies. Willow made coffee and they all listened to Riley. "So we don't know what is coming but
we have a seer who told us that an evil is coming and it is almost impossible to stop it." Riley took a sip of his hot coffee. "So your seer
told you something was coming and just forgot to tell you what?" Buffy
asked him. "No. He couldn't tell us. It was like what he saw sent him crazy. At first he started talking nonsense and then he just stopped. For days he just sat in a darkened room whilst what he saw slowly killed him. Last week he died." Riley explained. "Wait you said the seer was only in
the room for a few days. When did he see this...whatever he saw?" Buffy asked, confused. "He saw it two weeks ago." Riley answered dismally. "So
that means we don't have long to find out what the hell this thing is." Willow pointed out as she put three cups down. "Who's this girl, Buffy? How do you know she can be trusted?" Riley enquired. "She's a Slayer, Riley. Of course she can be trusted." Buffy hit back. "That's what you thought about
Faith." Riley said bitterly. "Faith is dead. I can't help that. I don't know what happened to her, how she died, nothing. Now, as bad as Faith got,
she was a Slayer and we have to respect that. Deep down, she was a good person and for a while she did the right thing." Buffy paused, "She just
went off track a little and in the end she couldn't be put back on that track." She looked down at the cup Willow had placed in front of her and
then looked around at the people in her kitchen. Dawn, Xander and Anya entered to listen to the rest of Buffy's speech, "I am not going to let the same thing happen to Siobhan. We're gonna help her come to terms with being a Slayer and being ripped from her normal life as a teenager. She's going
to help us defeat this thing, whatever it is and we are not going to question if she's to be trusted. Everyone got that?" She looked at Riley.
He and everyone else nodded. "Thanks Buffy." said a small voice. Buffy turned and saw Siobhan stood with Giles behind her. "It means a lot that you'll just trust me. You know nothing about me and you let me into your
home and defend me against your friends." Siobhan smiled, slightly
embarrassed at her audience. The phone rang in the living room and Tara answered. She walked into the kitchen nervously, "Um, B- Buffy, it's, um,
it's Angel." Buffy's face dropped and Riley's face turned to stone.
Buffy sat in the kitchen with Riley and his three buddies. Willow made coffee and they all listened to Riley. "So we don't know what is coming but
we have a seer who told us that an evil is coming and it is almost impossible to stop it." Riley took a sip of his hot coffee. "So your seer
told you something was coming and just forgot to tell you what?" Buffy
asked him. "No. He couldn't tell us. It was like what he saw sent him crazy. At first he started talking nonsense and then he just stopped. For days he just sat in a darkened room whilst what he saw slowly killed him. Last week he died." Riley explained. "Wait you said the seer was only in
the room for a few days. When did he see this...whatever he saw?" Buffy asked, confused. "He saw it two weeks ago." Riley answered dismally. "So
that means we don't have long to find out what the hell this thing is." Willow pointed out as she put three cups down. "Who's this girl, Buffy? How do you know she can be trusted?" Riley enquired. "She's a Slayer, Riley. Of course she can be trusted." Buffy hit back. "That's what you thought about
Faith." Riley said bitterly. "Faith is dead. I can't help that. I don't know what happened to her, how she died, nothing. Now, as bad as Faith got,
she was a Slayer and we have to respect that. Deep down, she was a good person and for a while she did the right thing." Buffy paused, "She just
went off track a little and in the end she couldn't be put back on that track." She looked down at the cup Willow had placed in front of her and
then looked around at the people in her kitchen. Dawn, Xander and Anya entered to listen to the rest of Buffy's speech, "I am not going to let the same thing happen to Siobhan. We're gonna help her come to terms with being a Slayer and being ripped from her normal life as a teenager. She's going
to help us defeat this thing, whatever it is and we are not going to question if she's to be trusted. Everyone got that?" She looked at Riley.
He and everyone else nodded. "Thanks Buffy." said a small voice. Buffy turned and saw Siobhan stood with Giles behind her. "It means a lot that you'll just trust me. You know nothing about me and you let me into your
home and defend me against your friends." Siobhan smiled, slightly
embarrassed at her audience. The phone rang in the living room and Tara answered. She walked into the kitchen nervously, "Um, B- Buffy, it's, um,
it's Angel." Buffy's face dropped and Riley's face turned to stone.