Two Slayers (3B/?)

"What the fuck?" Faith felt her legs buckle beneath her as her strength, the thing that made her special, seeped from her body. No, she took a breath, she had a family now, G, Ken, and Jonathan thought she was special, no matter what. Gathering her courage she started to look for her family. "Jon, Ken, Xan? Guys?"

Xander stared at the whiskey bottle in his hand, his head aching at the sobbing of the woman beside him. His hand clenched in a fist to shut her damn yapping. He shook his head and flung the bottle into the wall. "I'm not my father," he muttered before wrapping an arm around Cordelia. "Come on Cordy, let's find the others."

Jonathan forced away the voices taunting him. He wasn't a friendless geek anymore, he had a gorgeous girl-friend, and plenty of friends, whatever the voices said. But the others had run off and left him. No, he shook his head, it was the magic it had to be. "Got to find the others."

Kendra stared around, her body shaking. Where was Xander? He wouldn't just leave her would he? She swallowed. "Got to be the magic," she muttered. If some damn mage had taken her Xander away from her, he'd pay.

"We're in," Giles announced, wiping sweat from his forehead. Using a chainsaw was harder than one would expect.

They'd barely stepped through the newly opened portal when another wall appeared before them. Tara turned to him and snapped. "W...well what are you waiting for?"

Giles rolled his eyes. Another bossy woman, sodding marvellous, just what his life needed to be complete. He had the bloody set.

"W..we all here?" Faith voice shook, she smiled gratefully as her pale- faced boyfriend as he wrapped an arm around her. She was still special.

"We're all here," confirmed Xander who was clutching onto a sobbing Cordelia and a trembling Kendra.

"Wicked," her brow furrowed as she saw the pentagram in the centre of the floor. "What's that?"

Jonathan crouched down in front of the pentagram. "Haven't I seen this pentagram before?" her boyfriend looked towards the shivering party guests at the far end of the hall. "Who drew this-."

"SHIT!" Suddenly a chain-sawing mask-wearing nutcase came through the wall. Her heart slowed to something resembling its normal rate when the man removed his mask to reveal a very familiar face. "Fuck G!" she exploded. "You damn near gave me a heart attack! Why didn't you use the door?"

The Watcher raised an eyebrow. "There was a door?"

"Always one for the dramatic entrance G-Man."

"Xander, don't call me that."

"As you're the one with the hockey mask and the chain-saw I'm not arguing."

Her Watcher made his way forward, his eyes filled with the concern that always filled her with a warm glow. "Are you all alright?" at their shaky nods, the Englishman turned his attention to the pentagram. "This seems familiar," G was careful not to step inside the pentagram. "Who drew it?"

"I...I did," one of the boys raised a shaky hand.

Giles raised an eyebrow. "I trust you have the text you used to copy it to hand?"

"H...here," the student rummaged through a bag and passed G a thick, leather- bound book. "Page 37."

After a few seconds of reading G started to curse. "OH YOU BLOODY, STUPID WANKER! HAVE YOU THE BRAINS OF A SODDIN' WALNUT! I OUGHT TO STRING YOU UP BY YOUR BOLLO-."

"Giles," Faith was disappointed when her sister interrupted their Watcher's flow, you always learnt something new listening to G swear. "What's the big deal?"

"The big deal?" Faith hid a snigger, oh yeah he was really pissed. "The big deal is this prat," his glare was enough to send the student in question into whimpers. "Thought it would be a good idea to draw a pentagram of Gachnar who could only be summonsed into this dimension on one day of the bleeding year!"

"Halloween?" Xander asked meekly.

"Yes piggin' Halloween," G cast an angry glance over the assembled students, who, if there'd been a window would have probably jumped out of it to get away from the crazy Englishman. "Have you seen the picture?" Giles flashed them the picture, Faith's face creased in disgust, he was an ugly-looking bastard. "And who offered the blood sacrifice required to enact the spell?"

"I..it was an accident."

"Bloody idiots, dabbling in arts they have no pissing comprehension -."

Deciding it was best to stop her Watcher before he went off on another rant, Faith grabbed his forearm. "How do we stop it G?"

"Um," after a final withering glare at the students, G began to translate the text aloud. "Putting one's foot through the centre of the pentagram will -."

"Sitch over!" She stamped her foot down hard in the middle of the diagram.

"Call Gachnar forth," her Watcher glared at her. "Faith!"

Faith swallowed and shrugged apologetically. "Sorry?"

In an instant a blinding yellow light erupted from the hole. Seconds later, Gachnar emerged. A six inch leather-skinned demon. "That's it?" shaking her head, Kendra slammed a foot down on the demon, crushing him underfoot.

"Ah."

Faith glanced across at her adopted father. "What's the sitch G?"

"Remember the picture of Gachnar I just showed you?"

"Yeah."

"I've just translated the writing underneath."

"And?" Kendra broke in.

"It says," the Englishman coughed. "Actual size."

"Now," Faith watched as G raised a glass of wine. "This wasn't the Halloween party that we expected but we've still had fun."

"D...do all your parties end like this?" queried Tara from her position on G's sofa.

The room descended into laughter. "Most Tara," Xander replied. "But then that's half the fun."

Xander stood. "I've got an early class we better motor Jon."

"Walk me home Dweeb?"

"Sure Cordy."

Faith's brow furrowed. "I'm going for a run G," she lied. "Burn some energy." She'd seen the way Queen C had been looking at her sis' man and didn't like it at all. Ken might be an innocent but she was far from that and she was going to make there was nothing going on.

"You can come with us," Jonathan offered.

Faith's face split into a smile. "Doubt you could keep up sweetie but thanks."

"Be careful Faith."

"Will do G."

"Thanks for walking me home Harris."

Xander shuffled from foot to foot. "You're welcome Cordy. Cordy," he licked his lips. "We all said what our fears were but you didn't."

Cordelia's answering pain-filled smile tore his heart into shreds. "Poor, disowned by my family I'm living it Xander."

"How pathetic," they turned to see Harmony. "Lost all your money, hanging with King Cretin Harris, god Cordelia could you be any lamer?"

"Go to hell, ow!" Cordelia shrieked as he pushed her back, he swore he didn't mean to cop a feel, grabbing a well-formed and very large breast was just coincidental. "Harris!"

"Shut up Cordy," he ordered without taking his eyes off the grinning blonde. "We went to Harmony's funeral remember?"

"Oh god," he heard a choked sob from the girl behind him.

"Get out of here Harmony," he ordered drawing a stake and cross. "You know how many vamps I've killed, you don't think you've got a chance against me do you?"

The blonde vamped out but to his relief didn't attack. "I'll see you again Harris," she threatened. "Been fun catching up Cordy!" with that final barb the vampire disappeared into the darkness.

His heart still pounding, he turned back to Cordelia. "Are you okay Cordy?"

The former cheerleader slumped against him, fat tears rolling down her high cheeks. "Oh god," she sobbed. "D..did you see? Harmony, Harm's a vampire!"

Suddenly his friend was flailing at him, her fists pounding into his chest as she screamed her fury. Eventually her anger ran its course and she slumped against him again, sobbing as he held her. Finally she pulled away. "Kiss me," she ordered hoarsely. "I need you."

"Whoa," Xander stepped back. "You're my friend, Cordy. And I'm dating Ken- ."

"Fine!" the cheerleader slapped him across the face. "You prey on me when I'm weak, toy with my emotions, then dump me. Who did you think you are Harris?" Turning, the brunette stormed into her apartment.

Xander shook his head. "Well that was intense." He stepped towards the door and then backed off. "Best give her time to calm down."

Faith glared at the run-down apartment from the shadows. She'd seen it all, some blonde bitch insulting Cordy, and then the cow making moves on her sis' man. She waited until Xander had left before starting to the apartment. Queen C had to learn a lesson about boundaries.

Harmony muttered to herself as she blundered through the graveyard. She was going to get herself a band of childes together, high school jocks – the sort who used to pound the snot out of Harris. Oh he'd die begging for mercy. And as for Cordelia, Harmony vamped out at the thought of her past leader. She'd been the boss once, but Cordelia was going to follow her soon.

Riley lifted his gun. "Target sighted." Pressing the trigger of his rifle, he sent several thousand volts through the blonde vampire, sending her crashing to the ground. "Target obtained," he intoned. "Let's take her."

Cordelia wiped at her eyes. "God," she muttered as she peered into the mirror. "I look a mess." She couldn't believe it. Xander 'Nerd' Harris had turned her down. Just a year ago, she'd had sports stars just begging for just a smile. God, how she'd fallen. Just the thought was enough to start her eyes burning again.

"Yo, Cordy open up you forgot something."

"Faith?" wiping her eyes dry she hurried to the door and opened it. "What?"

The Slayer grabbed her by her shoulders and slammed her into the wall, driving the air from her body. "You forgot," she swallowed at the coldness in her assailant's eyes. "Who Xman belongs to."

"I don't know-."

"Shut up." Instantly she clamped her mouth shut. "X is a great guy, but he's still a guy. You stop shaking your ass at him, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what," Cordelia summonsed up her courage to spit out a challenge.

"Otherwise." The smaller girl stuck her face in hers. "Otherwise, well let's just Kendra's a sweet girl, wouldn't have a clue what to do if a friend betrayed her like that, it would break her heart. Me," the Slayer laughed. "I'm street and Kendra's my sis. You hurt her C, and I'll come looking." Suddenly she was flying through the air to hit her bed . "Stay away from X, otherwise next time I won't be asking nicely."

Cordelia stared dazedly at the class board, normally Marketing was easy for her, but after last night's confrontation with Faith she was in a stupor. "The answer's tem."

"Sorry," she turned to the blonde girl beside her, a transfer student called Anya Jenkins.

"The answer's 10%, capitalism and the accumulation of money is easy."

Cordelia looked down at her pad and then at the board. "Thanks."

"Hey," the blonde unfastened her necklace. "This is my lucky necklace, perhaps you should wear it for a few days."

"Oh," Cordelia was strangely touched by the girl's gesture. "Thanks."

The next few hours she spent talking to Anya, talking about stuff she'd always wished she'd been able to confide to someone, anyone. Then suddenly, the girl blurted out. "I bet you wish those two girls had never come here."

"Oh you bet I wish Kendra and Faith had never come to live in Sunnydale in '98," she spat, if they hadn't come she'd have Xander.

Suddenly, the blonde's necklace flashed and her face turned into something hideous. "Done!"