Chapter 7: Amerikaz Most Wanted

Cameron slammed the glass to the ground and let the silver-ish blue substance loose; it floated through the air towards Angelus. "And some things are meant to stay put." She said, looking at the people and vampires all over the floor recovering. Damien stood a few feet and down the stairs in front of Cameron. She smiled at him sweetly before bending down and pulling a stake out of her strap on her leg underneath her jeans, she threw it at him. It hit the vampire right at his heart, Charlize looked at Cameron with a look of pure hate bubbling in her blue eyes.
The half vampire watched her lover as he turned to dust. A single tear slid out of her eye and the hotel lobby seemed to move in slow motion as Charlize ran at the half demon and tackled her to the floor. The half- vampire straddled the half-demon and began to punch her as hard as she could. Which, being the daughter of a vampire and a Slayer, and evil, was pretty hard. Cameron dodged the next punch, causing Charlize's hand to break the linoleum floor beside Cameron's head. She winced in pain and Cameron rolled Charlize off of her.
They both leapt to their feet and stood in identical fighting stances. "I already killed you once, I'm not afraid to do it again." Charlize growled at the blonde.
"How can you kill me if I'm already dead?" Cameron tilted her head slightly, making her opponent even more frustrated and confused than she already was.
Charlize snapped. Tears streamed from her eyes like a fountain, and she attacked Cameron with all her force. Cameron smiled and ducked, Charlize quickly spun around and tried to punch her, but Cameron caught her fist. The tears in her eyes were making it harder to fight and land hits. She just stopped trying; she glared at the half demon with tears still clouding her vision. "You. Killed. Him." She muttered, very quietly, but the whole hotel was dead quiet so everyone had heard it. Cameron didn't say anything, "I. Loved. Him." Charlize said getting louder. She drew a knife from the loop on her belt.
Cameron stepped back as Charlize grew closer with the knife, until the blonde was backed into a wall. "Charlize, this isn't who you are." Cameron said.
"Yes it is." She said through her obvious tears. "I'm a murderer."
"No you're not." Cameron shook her head.
"He's...dead." Charlize's tears shot hate toward the blonde that was inches in front of her knife. "You staked the only person that really understood me." She yelled out, with pain in her voice.
Connor grabbed Charlize's hand to stop her from stabbing Cameron. Charlize turned around and faced her ex. She stared into his eyes and with her free hand slung him across the lobby. She turned back around and faced Cameron, who still didn't look scared. "You. You. Took. Everything. From. Me." Charlize growled. Her eyes teared up again and she dropped the knife. It clattered to the floor and Charlize turned toward the door.
"Don't go." Buffy's small, quiet voice stopped her from running out of the hotel. Charlize turned to see her so-called mother standing in front of Spike who was recovering from the fight.
"I don't have a reason to stay." The other Slayer growled. She turned back to the door and took one last glance at the mess she'd made and ran.
Connor slowly made his way back across the lobby toward Cameron to see if she was okay. "Are you—?
"I'm fine." She smiled. She looked into his blue eyes, "I have to go."
"No you don't." Connor stated, determined he wasn't going to loose someone he loved, again.
"I do." She replied, she glanced at Angel. "I did what I came to do." She smiled sadly and began to walk toward the door. A white light came from the doorway and illuminated the room. Another person appeared in the doorway. He looked a bit like Cameron, wasn't much taller, had dark, messy hair and sparkling green eyes.
He looked at Cordelia who was helping Angel up, "Take care princess." He smiled. He and his sister looked at the gang and the messy hotel one last time, then they walked closer to the light and disappeared in it.
The light also went away. Spike looked around the torn apart hotel lobby, "Now we're back where we started." He sighed.
The rest of the gang emerged from the dining room, "What the hell happened here?" Xander asked, seeing the broken floor, broken furniture, broken windows, and the door even seemed to be broken.
"Angelus, Charlize and Damien came for a visit." Buffy told her friend.
Everyone looked toward Angel, who was standing beside Cordelia, "Oh, he's not evil anymore. Cameron came back and put his soul back." She explained.
"Cameron, she came back?" Wesley asked curiously.
"She did." Connor confirmed.
"How?" Fred and Gunn asked simultaneously.
"Don't know, she just kind of appeared." Angel replied.
"Where'd she go?" Fred asked.
"Back to where ever she was when she died."
"What about Charlize and Damien?" The Texan asked.
"Damien would be the pile of dust beside the rug, Charlize broke down and ran for it." The brunette vampire replied.

She actually hadn't ran that far, just far enough where she could see them coming if they decided to come after her. Her crystal blue eyes where bloodshot and puffy where she had cried, she looked toward the hotel where Damien's dust was. She shook her head and looked up, the sun was about to come up after a long night. Usually she and Damien would be rushing for cover, but now the half-Slayer, half-vampire didn't need to run. She could just sit in the alley close to the hotel. Charlize wasn't quite sure what to do with herself, she didn't have anyone to understand her anymore, no one that really loved her.
Loud music pumping from a cruising by SUV inspired the evil Slayer to move, "Heart full of pride and a head full of anger, Attitude of a winner infared for the danger..." An evil smirked twisted across her lips. She began to think, and soon heard another line that inspired her plan further, "And I ain't ever scared I'm a warrior!" The Slayer stood up and walked down the alley.

"I'm sorry Buffy, but we have to go!" Giles exclaimed. He had just got off the phone with a friend in England who was on the council and was requiring he, Bryan, and for some reason Willow to come immediately.
"Can't it just wait for like three more days?" The blonde Slayer asked.
"I'm sorry." Giles sighed.
"Buffy, it will be okay, we can manage without them a couple days." Spike assured his wife.
"What if we need a witch?" The blonde Slayer asked, trying her hardest to have a serious reason for them to stay.
"Call Tara, her number is on the fridge." Willow's resolve face set in.
Buffy rolled her hazel eyes, "Fine, fine, you all can go. But if you come back and half of us are dead I'm blaming you." She finalized.

Charlize stood on the bar, it was dead silent, "Now, you've heard part of my story and you know I'm the only one in the city powerful enough to pull anything like this off. Now, who wants in the army? The one that's going to kill every little thorn in your side that lives in Los Angeles."

A/N: Whoo, it's been FOREVER since I updated, but now I've got the rest of this story worked out and it won't take too long to write it hopefully. So please review and I'll write faster...XOXO Charlize