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Chapter 2 Road Trip
"Ugh! This thing at least weighs a ton!" Piper said struggling to get her suitcase into the trunk of her dark purple Jeep Cherokee.
"Need a hand, Aunt Piper?" asked Melinda. Melinda lifted up her Aunts suitcase with no problem at all.
"What would I do without you Melinda?"
"I have no idea but it wouldn't be a day at the beach. Who needs telekinesis?" they both chuckled.
Paige came out next, Phoebe was right behind her, locking the door to the manor.
"You riding with me, mom?"
"Yeah."
"Hey, where are Chris and Wyatt? Aren't they coming?"
"No. They'll stay here and guard the book and the manor." Piper said.
"And Leo?"
"He'll be in touch." Melinda and Phoebe got into Melinda's black Jeep Wrangler.
"What were you doing in the attic this morning?" her mom asked.
"I was, uh," she hesitated, "just couldn't sleep."
"You're lying. Empath oven here."
"Well I just had a dream."
"Oh. About?"
"You know. Slaying."
"Uh, huh." She knew it wasn't true. The only thing Melinda wasn't good at was lying to her flesh and blood.
Meanwhile
Angel had sold the Hyperion years ago. He couldn't go in it without remembering Wesley, Cordy, Gunn, and Fred. He had been living in an apartment down the road from Cordy's old place. Brooding as usual over the prophecy he signed over. Spike only came over when necessary, Apocalypse, etc.
Spike had been living in a cemetery moselum, like in his Sunnydale days. Slaying like a slayer, protecting innocents.
No one had herd from Lorn since May 2004. They figured he was in Los Vegas. Willow sent Illyeria back to her on time and place erased her whole memory of what happened.
Spike was talking to Angel.
"Guess who's coming to town?" Spike asked Angel.
Angel looked at him with a blank broody expression.
"Ok mate. No need to get me in brood mode. Witches, one a slayer. Had a dream. Cute one. Very powerful. Believe she is the daughter of a Charmed One."
"So?" asked Angel.
"If she stays, maybe we could offer her a job. Angel investigations, no, or Spike Investigations."
"I'm not doing that again. I lost to many people."
"What, so your just ganna sit here and brood when you could be out and about helping innocents? Angel, that was over 18 years ago. We gatta do something."
"I signed over the prophecy. What's the point if it doesn't help? I'll never get what I'm destined to get."
"Bloody hell, the prophecy was a fake. I would be human by now if it was true." Spike saw he had no effect on Angel. Angel had not budged at all.
"It's useless." He mumbled, "Incase your curious, she's staying at the Hyperion."
"Whatever." Said Angel drank a sip of pig's blood.
"Wow." Said Melinda under her breath, "This place is huge." She said plopping down on the King sized bed. Her mother was nice enough to get her daughter her own room. She closed her eyes.
Jay, her whitelighter orbed in. "You know, you should really get a life, Jay."
"I wish but I'm dead sadly."
"Never stopped vampires. What do you want?"
Her whitelighter was cute, she only saw him as a friend, guide, watcher, and whitelighter.
"Just checking in with you."
"I'm going to take a nap and then go hunting."
"You sure? I mean it's your first day in LA. I'm sure there are other slayers in LA."
"A slayers work is never done. Plus I had a prophecy dream last night, or at least I think it was. I'm supposed to meet a vampire with a soul tonight."
"Interesting. I'll go see what the Elders have to say."
"You do that." She said mocking him.
He orbed out. In the shadows of the balcony, stood Spike. He stared at her.
"What do we have here?" he jumped off of the balcony. She shot up turning to the balcony. She knocked on her mom's door. Phoebe opened.
"I'm going out. My cell'll be on."
"Okay. Be careful."
"I always am."
She put a spring-loaded stake up her sleeve of her leather coat, her father, Cole Turner, had given her for her 16th birthday, just before he was vanquished, again. In 2004 he was summoned from the dead by some Belthazor worshipers. One problem, he was brung back human, and well, good. That's why Melinda doesn't have any demonic powers.
When Melinda was 17 he was given back his demonic powers. So the Sisters had to vanquish him, again. It was hard for Melinda but she got over it. He wasn't much of a father anyways, he was pretty much depressing to be around, always drunk and he's second home was strip joints.
The cemetery was as usual full of undead Dracula and Lestate wannabe vampires. They made a mistake of crossing her path. She dusted 3 or 4 vamps. She around for about 15 more minutes, little knowing about her vampire stalker. Spike kept am eye on her, keeping his distance. Her strait dirty-blond hair, high check bones, and perfect body. Yes, he loves Buffy, but he has to move on.
All of the sudden 3 vampires came rushing out to her. Stunned she telekinickly dusted one. As in her dream, what happened, happened.
"Thanks. Who are you?" she asked Spike.
Chapter 2 Road Trip
"Ugh! This thing at least weighs a ton!" Piper said struggling to get her suitcase into the trunk of her dark purple Jeep Cherokee.
"Need a hand, Aunt Piper?" asked Melinda. Melinda lifted up her Aunts suitcase with no problem at all.
"What would I do without you Melinda?"
"I have no idea but it wouldn't be a day at the beach. Who needs telekinesis?" they both chuckled.
Paige came out next, Phoebe was right behind her, locking the door to the manor.
"You riding with me, mom?"
"Yeah."
"Hey, where are Chris and Wyatt? Aren't they coming?"
"No. They'll stay here and guard the book and the manor." Piper said.
"And Leo?"
"He'll be in touch." Melinda and Phoebe got into Melinda's black Jeep Wrangler.
"What were you doing in the attic this morning?" her mom asked.
"I was, uh," she hesitated, "just couldn't sleep."
"You're lying. Empath oven here."
"Well I just had a dream."
"Oh. About?"
"You know. Slaying."
"Uh, huh." She knew it wasn't true. The only thing Melinda wasn't good at was lying to her flesh and blood.
Meanwhile
Angel had sold the Hyperion years ago. He couldn't go in it without remembering Wesley, Cordy, Gunn, and Fred. He had been living in an apartment down the road from Cordy's old place. Brooding as usual over the prophecy he signed over. Spike only came over when necessary, Apocalypse, etc.
Spike had been living in a cemetery moselum, like in his Sunnydale days. Slaying like a slayer, protecting innocents.
No one had herd from Lorn since May 2004. They figured he was in Los Vegas. Willow sent Illyeria back to her on time and place erased her whole memory of what happened.
Spike was talking to Angel.
"Guess who's coming to town?" Spike asked Angel.
Angel looked at him with a blank broody expression.
"Ok mate. No need to get me in brood mode. Witches, one a slayer. Had a dream. Cute one. Very powerful. Believe she is the daughter of a Charmed One."
"So?" asked Angel.
"If she stays, maybe we could offer her a job. Angel investigations, no, or Spike Investigations."
"I'm not doing that again. I lost to many people."
"What, so your just ganna sit here and brood when you could be out and about helping innocents? Angel, that was over 18 years ago. We gatta do something."
"I signed over the prophecy. What's the point if it doesn't help? I'll never get what I'm destined to get."
"Bloody hell, the prophecy was a fake. I would be human by now if it was true." Spike saw he had no effect on Angel. Angel had not budged at all.
"It's useless." He mumbled, "Incase your curious, she's staying at the Hyperion."
"Whatever." Said Angel drank a sip of pig's blood.
"Wow." Said Melinda under her breath, "This place is huge." She said plopping down on the King sized bed. Her mother was nice enough to get her daughter her own room. She closed her eyes.
Jay, her whitelighter orbed in. "You know, you should really get a life, Jay."
"I wish but I'm dead sadly."
"Never stopped vampires. What do you want?"
Her whitelighter was cute, she only saw him as a friend, guide, watcher, and whitelighter.
"Just checking in with you."
"I'm going to take a nap and then go hunting."
"You sure? I mean it's your first day in LA. I'm sure there are other slayers in LA."
"A slayers work is never done. Plus I had a prophecy dream last night, or at least I think it was. I'm supposed to meet a vampire with a soul tonight."
"Interesting. I'll go see what the Elders have to say."
"You do that." She said mocking him.
He orbed out. In the shadows of the balcony, stood Spike. He stared at her.
"What do we have here?" he jumped off of the balcony. She shot up turning to the balcony. She knocked on her mom's door. Phoebe opened.
"I'm going out. My cell'll be on."
"Okay. Be careful."
"I always am."
She put a spring-loaded stake up her sleeve of her leather coat, her father, Cole Turner, had given her for her 16th birthday, just before he was vanquished, again. In 2004 he was summoned from the dead by some Belthazor worshipers. One problem, he was brung back human, and well, good. That's why Melinda doesn't have any demonic powers.
When Melinda was 17 he was given back his demonic powers. So the Sisters had to vanquish him, again. It was hard for Melinda but she got over it. He wasn't much of a father anyways, he was pretty much depressing to be around, always drunk and he's second home was strip joints.
The cemetery was as usual full of undead Dracula and Lestate wannabe vampires. They made a mistake of crossing her path. She dusted 3 or 4 vamps. She around for about 15 more minutes, little knowing about her vampire stalker. Spike kept am eye on her, keeping his distance. Her strait dirty-blond hair, high check bones, and perfect body. Yes, he loves Buffy, but he has to move on.
All of the sudden 3 vampires came rushing out to her. Stunned she telekinickly dusted one. As in her dream, what happened, happened.
"Thanks. Who are you?" she asked Spike.