Note: Here we get to the DC gang. It follows right after season 4, Coda included.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of DC characters, but every other character belongs to me. ;)

The Banshee Cry

Joey woke up startled, her breath raged, a thin layer of sweat over her body. The same nightmare again. She touched the small silver medallion she used to wear, trying to get some peace. She had been having that nightmare since the day Pacey left. She wondered what he was doing now, where he could be, being unable to not feel worried about him. She stared at the ceiling, closing her eyes for a second, but all she could see was Pacey's face and blood. Rivers of blood. What the hell could that mean? Jen had told her she had one of those books of meaning of dreams, maybe she should borrow it, to check, just in case. She chuckled to herself, Pacey would laugh saying that she was becoming paranoid. God, she missed him so much that it hurt just to think about him. The way he looked at her, his goofy grin, his smell...But he had to go, because she made him feel like nothing. She made him believe that. Her stupid selfishness, her damn obsession about Dawson, about not changing her life. When she jumped on that boat, she had changed the status quo, but stubbornly refused to admit it; her fears of being left, of change ended up becoming reality with her own actions and there was no one else to blame but her. She was alone now, more than ever, surrounded by people who didn't know her, in a different city, where she was nothing. How many more wrong choices, wrong decisions would she make in this damn process called growing up? She closed her eyes again, seeking for some rest before her morning classes, making a silent prayer for Pacey's welfare, wherever he was.

The tropical storm raged, lightening and thunder crossing the skies. The witch's long hair was glued to her face, her green eyes shinning with the heat of the fight. The forces of nature instead of weakening her were her strength. She held her chin up, facing the creature in front of her, his red eyes showing his arrogance, but she recognized the small trace of fear in his features, when she ducked avoiding his attack.

"Good move, witch. But it won't be enough, why don't you just give up? You know I'm going to beat you." He hissed.

"Stop talking, stupid vampire. I'm just getting warmed up." She yelled, investing with her silver sword.

The creature let out a sinister laugh when he jumped escaping her. "I love drinking warm witch blood." His knife almost reaching her.

"You will never drink my blood." She counter attacked.

"Are you sure?" he got to hurt her, tasting her blood that touched the blade.

"Your mother didn't tell you to not play with your dinner?" With the corner of her eyes she noticed her partner coming, but the vampire still hadn't noticed that.

"Need any help there, Lynn?" She heard the well known voice asking her. The vampire turned around at the sound, forcing her to take action.

"I'd love to keep going, but it's enough killing time for me." She quipped, going for the final attack, her sword right in the creature's heart. All she could see was the vampire's surprised face, before cutting off his head.

"Tough fight, huh, Lynn?" the tall dark haired man asked approaching her.

"And you could get me killed with your little show up." She yelled walking past him.

"I was just trying to help." He shrugged.

"You always do that, Josh. I was handling the situation petty well."

"I see" He tried to suppress a chuckle, touching the still bleeding wound on her arm.

"Oh, shut up, slayer. Any news?"

"My friend Pablo here saw someone who matches the description."

Pablo watched the exchange between the two. He'd seen witches fighting, but that one had something he'd never seen before. Beautiful with an inner fire. He got a little shy in her presence, maybe because she held an aura of power that even an old slayer like himself knew better to respect.

"Nice to meet you, Pablo, I'm Lynn McKenna; hope your news are good for us."

The recognition of the name told him that he was right. She had more than just an aura of power. Pablo hoped that he was right and had pity for the guy she was after too. Not a good thing being searched by an Elder.

"I saw someone that matches your description last night on the docks. He works there."

"We have to go there immediately."

Suddenly the wind started to blow, a sound like a desperate cry in the night, making Lynn freeze.

"Lynn, what's wrong?"

"It's a banshee cry, Josh. We have to go now."

She started running in the direction of the docks. The two slayers understood what she said. It only meant one thing: death.

Joey arrived at her dorm, shocked to see her sister waiting for her, her eyes red, her face tear strained.

"Bess, what happened?" She noticed who was with her. Doug. Her mind started to spin fast. What were they doing there? The nightmare. Pacey. "What happened to Pacey?" she didn't recognize her own voice.

"Jo, you have to be brave..." Doug tried to reach her.

"Just tell me what happened." She sat on her bed, her arms around herself

"The police in Miami doesn't know. Everybody in the crew of the boat he's been working was found dead, probably a robbery."

"And Pacey?"

"They didn't find him... but samples of blood were collected and there was his blood at the boat."

"He can't be dead, he can't..."she whispered, images of her nightmare coming and going on her mind. Pacey and blood. The tears started to flow, without notice before everything went black.