The Chosen Line
Chapter Two
"I don't care if it's their religion, there's going to be no child sacrifices!" Angel barked on the phone, drumming his fingers irritably against his oak desk. The vampire sat in his office, the new leader at Wolfram and Hart. It had been a few months since he began running the evil law firm, yet it still seemed so overwhelmingly new. In the past week alone, Angel, Wesley and Gunn had put a stop to six human sacrifices and four Satan-worshipping occults. It all felt right and important, but Angel and his friends-whether they admitted it or not-still felt an empty space inside of them that refused to leave, despite the countless lives they had already saved.
Angel irritably hung up and slammed the cordless on his desk, rubbing his temple in annoyance. He was never a people person to begin with, and talking on the phone non-stop was a torture his evil counterpart Angelus could not even conjure.
"Uhh, Boss?" Harmony asked uncertainly, standing at the doorway. The blonde wore a frighteningly pink and floral dress, with her hair in a ponytail. She shuffled a few papers in her hands awkwardly, trying to look as cheery as possible.
"What is it, Harmony?" Angel asked dully, not bothering to look up.
"Well, uhh, you told me to keep tabs on Blondie-er, Spike," she began, quickly covering up the nickname, "And he's been spotted again," she hurriedly flipped through her papers, finding the one she was looking for, "With, um, two females in an alleyway, around an hour ago. One female was about 5'4, blonde. The other was brunette, probably around seventeen." This caught Angel's attention.
"A blonde?"
"Uhh, yeah," Harmony answered, slightly confused by his sudden interest. "In her mid-twenties, I would think. And Boss, one more thing."
"What's that?" he returned, with some dread.
"There's someone here to see you." At this, she beckoned a waiting figure from outside, and in waltzed Xander, pirate's patch and all.
"Good to know someone's keeping evil on their toes," he said to Angel, who gaped at him.
"A slayer," Trina repeated, staring at the two skeptically. "A vampire.slayer." Buffy nodded, and Spike sighed.
"For the tenth time, yes. A chosen female, destined to fight the forces of darkness and all that rubbish." All three walked from the alleyway, Spike leading the way towards Wolfram and Hart.
"Then if I'm the chosen one, why are you a slayer?" Trina inquired, looking at Buffy.
"Well, you see, you're more like the 50th chosen. They're not very unique anymore." Buffy returned after a moment, taking a sidelong glance at Spike. She had yet to tell him how she knew he had been alive, that Andrew had blabbed, and she had also yet to tell him how she felt. Though it would be all in good time, and she would explain.
"But you said that I was," Trina pointed out, noticing her glance at the man who called himself 'Spike'. Did they have a thing? She couldn't help but wonder while walking with them.
"Yes, you are," Buffy answered. "I sent one of my friends here to find you, but he found the wrong slayer. There's a prophecy, where the slayer who has fallen and yet lived has a predecessor. That slayer is born in the City of Angels, and she will defeat an unknown evil. Dana, the slayer we found, wasn't born in Los Angeles." It clicked in Trina's mind.
"But I was." Buffy nodded as they all turned a corner.
"Yes, you were. The only one, in fact. I know this huge reality check is mind-shattering, but we'll help you get through it."
"We will?" asked Spike, in dismay. Buffy shoved him hard in the rib, causing the vampire to wince painfully.
"Yes, we will." Trina smiled faintly, even though inside she was being emotionally torn. This new life just came crashing down on her.she was going to be a slayer. Not just that, but one in a prophecy. She had no idea why that was so important, but it made her happy anyway.
"Didn't you say someone else came with you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Xander? Yeah, he should already be-uhh, here, actually." Buffy stopped, nearly colliding with a sign that read the firm's name. She still couldn't believe her once lover was running a law firm.an evil one. It made her doubt Angel's purpose, and she hated that feeling.
"Here it is, pets," Spike announced, walking towards two glass double doors. "The evil law firm, now pansy central." The vampire strode in, and the two girls quickly followed after.
"Oh, look, it's Spikey-kins, back from the dead," a familiar Pylean demon called, causing Spike to wince. "Good to see ya again, champ."
"Not a good time Lorne," he muttered, walking past the green-skinned karaoke singer. Lorne frowned.
"I see someone woke up on the wrong side of the crypt this morning. And who might these two lovely vixens be?" he asked cheerily, spotting Buffy and Trina. Buffy smiled slightly, and Trina blushed. Spike, however, was getting tired of this.
"Run before he makes you sing something," he muttered in Buffy's ear, trudging up the steps. Trina hurriedly followed after, and Buffy gave Lorne a last awkward look before hurriedly dashing after them. The three eventually reached Angel's office, where they could hear heated talking. From what Spike could recognize, Angel, Xander, Wesley and Gunn were arguing over something. Not bothering to knock, Spike pushed open the door, immediately being greeted by a collection of scowls.
"Isn't anyone happy to see me anymore?" he asked exasperatedly, only to be answered by 'no' and 'only in your bloody dreams'. Angel's gaze fell onto Buffy, only to find it was already being met on her side. The two exchanged a silence as Spike retorted something to Xander, who shouted back indignantly.
"Okay, sure, the last woman I met had a witch doctor papa wanting to make me a voodoo doll. I'm totally over African tribal women."
"Sure, Harris," Spike said skeptically.
"Can we please focus back on the situation?" Wesley interrupted, snapping everyone's attention to him. "Now, Buffy, from what Xander has told us, there's a prophecy involving that young girl." He pointed at Trina. "In which text would that be?" Buffy looked at him blankly.
"Uhh, I think it was Something, Something, Ghandi's Thingy."
"Do you mean Ghandle's Scrolls?" Wesley asked, intrigued. Buffy nodded.
"That's the one. Ghandi's Scrolls." Remembering Giles's dusty old books was never her strong point.
"Well, then, I suppose I should look into that right away. Good to see you again, Buffy, Xander." Wesley acknowledged the two before leaving, off to consult his books.
"Let's just get down to it. What's the big bad this junior slayer has to fight, and how can I kill it?" Gunn asked, looking at Buffy expectantly. The blonde slayer shook her head.
"I don't know, exactly. You know prophecies, always vague." Again Buffy's gaze strayed to Angel, and that pitter-patter heart thing was getting to her. Gunn sighed.
"Figures. Well, Fred wants me to help her out in the lab, I better get going. Let me know if you figure something out?" He looked at Angel, who nodded and waved him off.
"Fred's a girl?" Xander asked after a moment's silence, blinking. Spike muttered something and rolled his eyes. Buffy shrugged, and Angel chose not to reply. He was currently setting a world record by brooding in every situation known to man. Trina stood awkwardly towards the door, and cleared her throat pointedly. All four looked at her, and the potential flushed.
"I know this is dumb and everything, but do you have anything to eat around here?"
Chapter Two
"I don't care if it's their religion, there's going to be no child sacrifices!" Angel barked on the phone, drumming his fingers irritably against his oak desk. The vampire sat in his office, the new leader at Wolfram and Hart. It had been a few months since he began running the evil law firm, yet it still seemed so overwhelmingly new. In the past week alone, Angel, Wesley and Gunn had put a stop to six human sacrifices and four Satan-worshipping occults. It all felt right and important, but Angel and his friends-whether they admitted it or not-still felt an empty space inside of them that refused to leave, despite the countless lives they had already saved.
Angel irritably hung up and slammed the cordless on his desk, rubbing his temple in annoyance. He was never a people person to begin with, and talking on the phone non-stop was a torture his evil counterpart Angelus could not even conjure.
"Uhh, Boss?" Harmony asked uncertainly, standing at the doorway. The blonde wore a frighteningly pink and floral dress, with her hair in a ponytail. She shuffled a few papers in her hands awkwardly, trying to look as cheery as possible.
"What is it, Harmony?" Angel asked dully, not bothering to look up.
"Well, uhh, you told me to keep tabs on Blondie-er, Spike," she began, quickly covering up the nickname, "And he's been spotted again," she hurriedly flipped through her papers, finding the one she was looking for, "With, um, two females in an alleyway, around an hour ago. One female was about 5'4, blonde. The other was brunette, probably around seventeen." This caught Angel's attention.
"A blonde?"
"Uhh, yeah," Harmony answered, slightly confused by his sudden interest. "In her mid-twenties, I would think. And Boss, one more thing."
"What's that?" he returned, with some dread.
"There's someone here to see you." At this, she beckoned a waiting figure from outside, and in waltzed Xander, pirate's patch and all.
"Good to know someone's keeping evil on their toes," he said to Angel, who gaped at him.
"A slayer," Trina repeated, staring at the two skeptically. "A vampire.slayer." Buffy nodded, and Spike sighed.
"For the tenth time, yes. A chosen female, destined to fight the forces of darkness and all that rubbish." All three walked from the alleyway, Spike leading the way towards Wolfram and Hart.
"Then if I'm the chosen one, why are you a slayer?" Trina inquired, looking at Buffy.
"Well, you see, you're more like the 50th chosen. They're not very unique anymore." Buffy returned after a moment, taking a sidelong glance at Spike. She had yet to tell him how she knew he had been alive, that Andrew had blabbed, and she had also yet to tell him how she felt. Though it would be all in good time, and she would explain.
"But you said that I was," Trina pointed out, noticing her glance at the man who called himself 'Spike'. Did they have a thing? She couldn't help but wonder while walking with them.
"Yes, you are," Buffy answered. "I sent one of my friends here to find you, but he found the wrong slayer. There's a prophecy, where the slayer who has fallen and yet lived has a predecessor. That slayer is born in the City of Angels, and she will defeat an unknown evil. Dana, the slayer we found, wasn't born in Los Angeles." It clicked in Trina's mind.
"But I was." Buffy nodded as they all turned a corner.
"Yes, you were. The only one, in fact. I know this huge reality check is mind-shattering, but we'll help you get through it."
"We will?" asked Spike, in dismay. Buffy shoved him hard in the rib, causing the vampire to wince painfully.
"Yes, we will." Trina smiled faintly, even though inside she was being emotionally torn. This new life just came crashing down on her.she was going to be a slayer. Not just that, but one in a prophecy. She had no idea why that was so important, but it made her happy anyway.
"Didn't you say someone else came with you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Xander? Yeah, he should already be-uhh, here, actually." Buffy stopped, nearly colliding with a sign that read the firm's name. She still couldn't believe her once lover was running a law firm.an evil one. It made her doubt Angel's purpose, and she hated that feeling.
"Here it is, pets," Spike announced, walking towards two glass double doors. "The evil law firm, now pansy central." The vampire strode in, and the two girls quickly followed after.
"Oh, look, it's Spikey-kins, back from the dead," a familiar Pylean demon called, causing Spike to wince. "Good to see ya again, champ."
"Not a good time Lorne," he muttered, walking past the green-skinned karaoke singer. Lorne frowned.
"I see someone woke up on the wrong side of the crypt this morning. And who might these two lovely vixens be?" he asked cheerily, spotting Buffy and Trina. Buffy smiled slightly, and Trina blushed. Spike, however, was getting tired of this.
"Run before he makes you sing something," he muttered in Buffy's ear, trudging up the steps. Trina hurriedly followed after, and Buffy gave Lorne a last awkward look before hurriedly dashing after them. The three eventually reached Angel's office, where they could hear heated talking. From what Spike could recognize, Angel, Xander, Wesley and Gunn were arguing over something. Not bothering to knock, Spike pushed open the door, immediately being greeted by a collection of scowls.
"Isn't anyone happy to see me anymore?" he asked exasperatedly, only to be answered by 'no' and 'only in your bloody dreams'. Angel's gaze fell onto Buffy, only to find it was already being met on her side. The two exchanged a silence as Spike retorted something to Xander, who shouted back indignantly.
"Okay, sure, the last woman I met had a witch doctor papa wanting to make me a voodoo doll. I'm totally over African tribal women."
"Sure, Harris," Spike said skeptically.
"Can we please focus back on the situation?" Wesley interrupted, snapping everyone's attention to him. "Now, Buffy, from what Xander has told us, there's a prophecy involving that young girl." He pointed at Trina. "In which text would that be?" Buffy looked at him blankly.
"Uhh, I think it was Something, Something, Ghandi's Thingy."
"Do you mean Ghandle's Scrolls?" Wesley asked, intrigued. Buffy nodded.
"That's the one. Ghandi's Scrolls." Remembering Giles's dusty old books was never her strong point.
"Well, then, I suppose I should look into that right away. Good to see you again, Buffy, Xander." Wesley acknowledged the two before leaving, off to consult his books.
"Let's just get down to it. What's the big bad this junior slayer has to fight, and how can I kill it?" Gunn asked, looking at Buffy expectantly. The blonde slayer shook her head.
"I don't know, exactly. You know prophecies, always vague." Again Buffy's gaze strayed to Angel, and that pitter-patter heart thing was getting to her. Gunn sighed.
"Figures. Well, Fred wants me to help her out in the lab, I better get going. Let me know if you figure something out?" He looked at Angel, who nodded and waved him off.
"Fred's a girl?" Xander asked after a moment's silence, blinking. Spike muttered something and rolled his eyes. Buffy shrugged, and Angel chose not to reply. He was currently setting a world record by brooding in every situation known to man. Trina stood awkwardly towards the door, and cleared her throat pointedly. All four looked at her, and the potential flushed.
"I know this is dumb and everything, but do you have anything to eat around here?"