Violent

"Feels like ever since we all moved to L.A. all we've done is spend our time looking for your daughter." Buffy sighed, sitting down at the bar in the kitchen.

Spike rolled his eyes, "Why is it every time she does something you don't like she's 'my' daughter? She got half those stubborn genes from you." Spike replied sitting down beside his wife. Most everyone was crammed in the kitchen tending to wounds and eating the cold dinner that had been prepared before the fight.

"She's more like you than you realize." Buffy murmured.

"How can you say that? You don't even know her?" Connor butted in reaching between the Slayer and the vampire to get the pitcher of water in front of them.

"Apparently you don't either." Buffy retorted.

Connor slammed the pitcher back down between the Slayer and vampire after pouring himself a glass of water. "You have no idea." He said quietly.

"Then give me one." Buffy challenged.

"Okay, come with me." Connor put his glass down and started back out to the lobby.

"Fine." The blonde Slayer stood up and followed him. The pair bumped into Angel on the way out. He looked at them strangely and continued into the kitchen.

"What was that?" He asked.

"Dunno. Buffy got mad, Connor was all defensive, then they walked out." Fred answered him.

"Where were they—

"Don't worry about it just let them go." Spike said, rather calmly.

"Wait, you're the voice of reason in this? Man, I left for ten minutes and this is what happens?" Angel said sarcastically.

Buffy followed Connor up to the room he and Charli used to share. When she changed, he had moved out of the room because it reminded him too much of her. The room was dark and dusty, Connor flipped on the light and the room was also very messy. The bed was unmade, the closet was open, only a few things were hanging in it, everything else lay in the floor, magazines lay on the floor beside the bed, the nightstand was the only thing that was orderly.

"And you're showing me this because?" Buffy asked, examining the sloppy room. Connor didn't respond, he walked to the neat nightstand and opened the top drawer and moved a few books out of the way and picked up a dark blue journal with silver stars on the cover. Buffy looked at it and Connor began to flip through pages, he stopped on one and handed the journal to Buffy.

"Read it." He commanded. Buffy, didn't like to listen to anyone else, but her hazel eyes left Angel's son and went down to the white page that was covered in black inked words.

'This whole thing with Blade is too much. I can't fight these things alone. And I can't fight them with someone that thinks they are superwoman. I guess this one is up to me and B then. I don't think I can handle all this. I can't let them go to Mekhi's place with us, there will be too many of them… I know this isn't going to end well… maybe I should… no I can't do that… I think I have too. I don't want to do this… Charlize is going to have to make a comeback… I hope she doesn't kill to many people…'

Buffy looked up from the page, neglecting the rest of the entry. "She knew beforehand she was bringing Charlize back? Why didn't she tell us? We could have came up with another plan."

"Read the rest of it…" Connor sighed.

There isn't another way, I've got more power evil… Ironic, never thought all the power would lie in my evil side.

The End…until Charli makes her return…which, the way things are looking now, never would be an accurate description…

"You mean she can decide who she is?" Buffy was beginning to be confused.

"No, it's not like that. She can, but she can't. She can choose to stop drinking human blood, and she'll be Charli again." Connor explained.

"So she has to choose to come back?" Buffy asked. Connor nodded. "This whole time we've been fighting her and she could be trying to come back?"

"No, she would have became Charli again before coming home." Connor corrected the Slayer. "Whatever she's doing, she's gonna do it no matter what."

Buffy looked at him surprised, "You sound like you don't care anymore."

"Maybe I don't." Connor said very softly.

"And I want bodies…piled to the ceiling." Charlize said. She stood in her new warehouse that she and her new army had confiscated, she had her arms crossed across her black tank top clad chest. Her legs were covered in black leather pants, and were being supported by black leather 5-inch boots.

A large muscular vampire looked up and the vampire who was leaning on one foot that she had propped in a chair. "All of them?" He asked.

"All but one. I want to kill her myself." Charlize answered.

The vampire nodded, "Which one?"

"The Slayer." She replied.

"When do we do this?" Another vampire asked.

"Two hours, be ready." Charlize answered, kicking the metal folding chair across the warehouse, through the crowd of vampires. "Be back here, bring your friends, bring your enemies, bring anyone who wants to bring down the good guys. Be back here then." She turned and walked toward a set of stairs that lead up into another part of the warehouse.

The half vampire, half Slayer reached the top of the stairs and opened the door. A large, mostly empty room stood before her. In it, sat only, a card table, two chairs, a stereo and two windows on either side. She made her way across the room, with the only noise being her heel click on the cement. Charlize didn't bother to pull out a chair, and sat down on the table in front of the stereo. She turned around for a second and turned on the radio.

Immediately the loud sound of "La Vida Loca" by Ricky Martin filled the room. Charlize jumped. For two reasons, one: it was really loud, two: Ricky Martin. The Slayer turned the dial on the radio until she found something suitable to her mood.

"Heart full of pride and a head full of anger, attitude of a winner infrared for the danger…" The half vampire half Slayer smiled, it was Lloyd Banks 'Warrior' again. She smiled cruelly and thought for a moment until more lyrics jumped out at her: "ride 'til I die the song I sing, you ain't ready for the war I bring. You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing, and I ain't ever scared I'm a warrior!"

A/N: I know, that was a short one, but I've got the rest of the story planned out and I'm going to try my hardest to finish this one and finish it well since I hated the ending I wrote for 'Normal Again…Again' because I no longer felt like writing it so I just slid through it trying to get it over with. But I am going to deliver a good ending for this one. And if you can't tell I have a thing for Lloyd Banks, and I love that song and think it suits the place Charlize is in right now. Please review and I'll write faster! XOXO Charlize