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Talon: Generally I update regularly but I did a bit of re-write

Perfect Darkness: This story line was originally meant to be a follow on from Falling' and Landed' but then I remembered how much I loved Evil Spike and wanted to make him the real baddy again, post-Becoming' seemed to be the perfect spot for it.

Lexi: Which story is that? Is it the 20 minutes with Anya challenge that was answered on TTH? I read that one and loved it.

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CPTSkip: Yes it was Faith

If you've been waiting for this chapter to come out I apologise. I actually had the story finished but then my beta made a few suggestions and I went and re wrote bits and changed entire sections of the plot so

Read on.

Chapter 2

9th December 2004

"He's angry at someone. These girls are all trivial to him, he wants someone's attention and he thinks that by raping and murdering these girls he's going to get it."

"He's not worried about getting caught, he believes that you can't touch him"

"Who's attention is he trying to get?"

"It'll be a young woman late teens no early twenties. These girls are how he remembers her, not how she is now. She'll know who he is."

"The letters on their backs"

"That could be how she was known to him, who he perceived her to be or it could be how she saw him, maybe even his name"

"He hates her, everything about her. He wants her to suffer and know that this is all done because of and for her"

11th December 2004

They were at a dead end. They had no leads, their victims were all killed in the same manner, all had similar physical attributes, and they were all anonymous run away's. So far only one had been Identified, and that had been an absolute fluke. They had matching hair blood and DNA on each victim that didn't belong to any of them, however it didn't belong to anyone else either. If they ever did catch this guy he would get the death penalty. If they caught him.

Olivia was exhausted; everyday, for the last 6 days, another girl was found dead. Killed in exactly the same way, massive blood loss from two puncture wounds in the neck. They had all been raped and had died during the attack. Sometime after death, it varied, a letter was carved into the victims back. The girls all had two things in common, they were runaways and they all looked like this mysterious Anne who had found the first body.

Anne was even a suspect but with the DNA evidence the only thing they would get her on is conspiracy.

If she was involved at all.

Staring up at the board, she looked at the series of photos for each victim. Standing slowly she wandered over and slowly pulled one photo after another off and rearranged them. Now in front of her was a photo of the back of each of the victims, in order of their being discovered. The word SLAYER spelled out. Frowning slightly she stood there and stared.

What did it mean?

Was it a message?

What was a slayer?

Moving over to the computer she sat down and logged onto the Internet. Loading up the Google home page she typed in the word slayer.

Almost instantaneously came up thousands of web pages containing that word, however one in particular caught her eye. Written in the teaser was a simple line

One girl in all the world'

Clicking on the link the page came up entitled The Myth of the Slayer'. Scrolling down the page Olivia quickly skimmed over the contents, what she saw made her believe that it was a useless page talking about Demons and Vampires, at the bottom she discovered that it was a page that belonged to a shop in Sunnydale California.

The Magic Box

A quiet voice from behind her startled Olivia

"You won't find him"

Turning sharply banging her knee on the desk at the same time Olivia's eyes widened when she saw Anne standing behind her. The young woman standing there dressed in black from head to toe, looking as though she'd been through the wars and come out the worse for wear. A jagged cut ran the length of her left cheek along with bruises marring the majority of the previously unblemished face, from experience these bruises looked quite old, a week minimum, they hadn't been there last time Olivia had seen her. Olivia didn't want to know what the rest of the young woman's body looked like. Rising fast, causing Anne' to step back out of reach, Olivia stood where she was, not wanting the girl to run again.

"What do you mean?"

Anne' stood her head held high "You'll never catch him. It's not your job"

Not wanting to scare the young woman off, Olivia took a small step forward, only to have her take a step back. "Of course it's my job, as a police officer"

An unladylike snort erupted from the diminutive blond "Your job is to put the bad guys in jail. These things don't go to jail; they have absolutely nothing to do with the justice system you deal with. There's only one way to stop them. And you can't do it, drop the investigation, or you'll get killed"

With that the young woman spun on her heel and made to walk out of the room, "Are you threatening me?" Olivia called at her back.

She froze, the words were different but the tone was so similar, incredulous and at the same time pleading but with a threatening note along side, a voice from the past forced it's way to the forefront of her mind

You walk out that door, don't even think about coming back

Looking over her shoulder at the older woman, emotion clear in her eyes but the rest of her face schooled and stony.

"Not a threat, just a warning." She turned back around and started to walk out again "Drop the case Detective Benson"

Looking wildly around the squad room, but finding no one else there, Olivia grabbed her coat and ran after the girl following her through the building till they reached the back door. Pulling out her cell phone she hit the speed dial for Elliot.

His sleepy voice echoed through the earpiece

Stabler'

"El it's me, our mystery girl showed up at the precinct, gave me a warning to drop the case. I'm following her now. I'll let you know where we are when we get there"

Without waiting for a response she hung up the phone and shoved it back into her pocket. For the next 45 minutes Olivia followed the girl through the streets of New York. She was looking for something, what it was Olivia didn't know but wanted to find out.

They were on the edge on Central Park when she stopped, Olivia waited with bated breath to see what she would do. The two of them stood there in the dark for close to 10 minutes before Anne' looked around clearly frustrated and called out "Where the hell are you Whistler, California girl remember, I don't like the cold"

Los Angeles

June 1998

Sitting on an almost deserted beach in Los Angeles was a teenage girl; she had been there for hours, not moving just sitting and staring out into the horizon. The sun had long since set, but she gave no indication of leaving, escaping to a safer place, going home to friends, family or a boyfriend.

She believed that she didn't have any of those things; in a way she believed that she didn't deserve them anymore

A voice from behind her cut through the dark like a knife.

"You gonna sit out here all night?"

She turned slowly, knowing the voice but not wanting to talk to anyone at all let alone the person or demon or whatever he was standing behind her. Staring over her shoulder at the so-called Balance Demon she waited silently for him to say something.

"I never figured you for a coward kid" She still remained silent; she didn't care what he said, nothing could convince her to go back. Not now, not ever she hoped.

"You can run as far as you want, but it won't make a difference. One day you'll fight again, I guarantee it"

She moved her head slightly so she was looking dead into his eyes "I will never go back to that life"

Whistler shook his head and grinned wryly "Sorry kid but your destiny's bitch" he brought his hands out from behind his back to reveal a small sword "You think you know what you are, what's to come? You've only just begun" Throwing the sword down in front of her he turned to walk away "You're gonna need that, when you fight again. I'll be there waiting"

Central Park

New York

December 2004

"I told you that you'd fight again kid"

A short man appeared from behind the bushes; Olivia watched maintaining her distance not wanting to be seen just quite yet. The blond just glared at him and stood there arms crossed, in an almost typical teenage I don't care' stance.

"Buffy Anne Summers, Vampire Slayer, but you go by just Anne now don't you."

Olivia filed that piece of information away for later and continued to watch the pair in the dim light.

"Ok, ok you were right. Help me out a little here Whistler, who am I looking for?"

The man that this Anne or Buffy whoever she was called Whistler, walked in a slow circle, looking her up and down as though checking her out, causing her to reach behind her back and draw the sword that Olivia hadn't noticed earlier.

Her eyebrow's raised nearly into her hairline as she took in the implications of the archaic weapon.

"You've fought him before" He raised his eyebrows at her reaction to his attention. Some things didn't change. With a grin he saw something Olivia couldn't "You've kept in shape" He seemed surprised.

"Just cause I'm not out Slaying it doesn't mean I'm gonna let my figure go" She put one hand on tiny hips, the double meaning in her words clear "A girls gotta look good you know." She raised the sword up threateningly "Now tell me who I have to go kill, and don't make me threaten you again"

Whistler stepped back arms held up palm outwards "Spike, he's pissed cause Dru left him and he blames you for it. Seems he's been looking for you since just after I last saw you in LA"

So someone had finally found her, and it would be the last person on earth she thought would actually seek her out. Buffy closed her eyes and brought her spare hand up to her face to rub her eyes. The weariness and stress of the last week showed through in all her features.

"Fine, fine" she muttered more to herself than to Whistler "I'll go kill Spike" She turned to head away from Whistler when he called out to her.

"Hey Kid"

Halting Buffy twisted her upper body and gave him a look that made most people quiver in fear "What"

"They don't hate you"

She didn't reply but kept walking, straight towards where Olivia was attempting to hide. It seemed as though she was going to walk straight past the Detective when she paused.

"I told you to drop it Detective Benson"

Olivia stepped out from the bushes, service pistol in hand but not raised "I'm not going to let you kill anyone. If it was him that killed those girls, we'll take him in and deal with him the way the law dictates"

Buffy looked at her, resignation in her face "You can't kill what's already dead Detective. I told you before; you'll never be able to bring him in. It's not you job, it's mi" she trailed off slightly, her face taking on a slightly far away look.

"You keep talking about it like it's a job"

"Well that's what it is isn't it"

"It's not it's who you are"

"It's what I do" she finished, and disappeared before Olivia could say anything else. Olivia stood there stunned, until moments later her cell phone rang startling her.

"Benson"

"Where the hell are you Liv?" Elliot's voice came loud and clear over the phone. She sighed inaudibly as she tried to explain what had happened.

Abandoned Warehouse

He grinned maniacally; soon, very soon her would kill her. Then he would have the perfect present to woo back his love.

His only love.

It was the Slayers fault that his dark princess had left him, and it would be the Slayer that brought them back together and together they would rule the night.

SVU Squad room

December 2004

Detective John Munch walked into the bustling squad room, folder held tightly in his fist. His face somber, but then he really only had two facial expressions.

"Found your mystery girl Olivia"

The brunette detective looked up from the paperwork on her desk and smiled tightly, the stress this particular case was taking showing through, in her face and stance.

"Buffy Anne Summers" Munch continued "Disappeared amid a murder investigation when she was 17 from Sunnydale California May 98, August 99 she enrolled in night school, as Anne Summers, down in Baltimore and finished High School. Her marks were good enough to get her into NYU, she's majoring in psych, graduates next spring and she's got a juvenile record, but it's sealed. Looks like she's either kept out of trouble or hasn't been stupid enough to get caught, since leaving Sunnydale."

Elliott leaned back in his chair and listened, pen automatically going up to his mouth as he mulled the information over.

"What was the results of the investigation?" he asked around the pen.

"Cleared of all charges" Fin answered from his spot looking over Munches shoulder "Apparently it happened in the high school library. Three others were injured, and Miss Summers was found over the body but the others, two students and the Librarian were adamant that she had nothing to do with it."

"The weird thing is" Munch continued "Sunnydale has a death and missing rate that is higher per capita than New York. Funnily enough though it's not drugs, MVA or gang related, although they do have a huge PCP problem, the leading cause of death is" he looked over his glasses at the rest of the team "Natural causes, specifically neck rupture"

"The exact same spot as our vics?" Olivia interrupted

"Yep, the death rates started dropping about eight years ago, and every once in a while pick up again but they've pretty much stayed down."

Office of Assistant District Attorney

Alexandra Cabot

"I hear John managed to get some information on Anne?" ADA Alexandra Cabot beckoned Elliot and Olivia inside her office and quickly behind them.

"So have I" Alex continued not allowing them to say anything "When I saw the file John found, I made a couple of quiet phone calls" She paced in front of the two detectives fingers steepled together at chest height "Everyone in Sunnydale California that I spoke to said nearly the exact same thing" Alex stopped and turned to face the two Detectives "They said and I quote Leave Buffy Summers alone. What she does is more important than any case you will ever work on' that particular quote came from the Chief of Police". Leaning back against her desk the blond ADA shrugged and looked at Elliot and Olivia "Any ideas on what could be more important than catching rapists and murderers?"

You can't kill what's already dead

Olivia sat there, what Anne Buffy whatever her name was had said last night, running through her mind confusing her more and more.

Looking over at Elliot she crinkled her forehead in thought "Last night" Olivia trailed off, still not sure as whether or not to say anything but seeing their expectant faces she continued "She said to me You can't kill what's already dead'" Seeing that they didn't get it anymore than she did she continued "It may not mean anything at all but" she shrugged.

Alex shook her head "There wasn't another body this morning was there?"

"No" Elliot answered, "We don't know why, this kind of killer doesn't usually just stop. We're expecting the call anytime now. Who this guy is though" he shook his head slightly and closed his eyes. Elliot didn't really care who the guy was just as long as they got him off the streets and soon.

Alex leaned back against the desk and crossed her arms over her chest, thoughtfully "I want to know what Buffy Summers does"