FIC: Two Slayers (4C/?)

Mr. Trick shook his head. He didn't like Angelus' plan, no not at all. "Giles wouldn't appr-, argh!"

A thudding blow to the jaw sent him to his knees. "Giles and his pet bitch aren't here," Angelus growled dangerously from overhead. "I am. Bear that in mind. He brings two Slayers to my town to fuel some black arts ritual to make him even more powerful." The Irish vampire shook his head. "Isn't going to happen."

Trick stared up in frustration at his elder. Didn't the stupid bastard understand that if Giles' scheme worked all over those closest to the former Watcher would grow powerful and influential by extension. Realising that any attempt to reason with Angelus would only further infuriate the insane vampire he nodded dutifully. "Very well."

Angelus' features broke out into a beaming smile that wasn't reflected in his dead eyes. "Excellent," the Irish vampire boomed as he pulled him to his feet, "we'll make a hell of a team you and me, just like Spike and I did before those damn gypsies got involved. Which reminds me," Angelus' shark-like smile widened. "Ever been to Romania?"

Faith's face screwed up in confusion as she listened to the tall brunette babble on. God she hated her type, always thinking that a hang-nail was the greatest tragedy in the world's history. Faith giggled, she just bet discovering about vamps had made Miss. Little Rich Bitch shit in her expensive panties.

Her amusement died with the sound of the door exploding behind her. Her heart dropped as she spun round to face the two figures entering, all but oblivious to the sound of the warehouse's windows shattering around her. She didn't recognise the good-looking stud, but the man beside him, she did, remembered his hands on her body, his whispered promises of what he was going to do to her once his Master had finished, remembered him holding the only person she'd ever loved as his Master had killed her.

"TRICK!" her scream echoing in her ears, she leapt forward, her stake seeming to leap in her hand. It was long past time for this bastard to die.

Trick swallowed as he saw death racing towards him in the otherwise enticing form of the Boston Slayer. He still remembered the bewitching swathe she'd cut through the East Coast's vampire population, and he was a planner not a fighter. Steeling himself, he thrust a right hook at the brunette head only for her to block it on her shoulder. Undeterred, he moved into a sweeping kick that the Slayer easily somersaulted over.

Realising she was now behind him, he spun to face her, only to catch a crunching right to the jaw. "You killed Jan!" the Slayer screamed, her face contorted in a homicidal rage that reminded him of just-risen minions.

"And she tasted great," he taunted, hoping to provoke a mistake, an opening. He screamed in agony when the Slayer drove her knee up hard into his groin, the pain causing him to double up.

"BASTARD!" the Bostonian slammed a left into the side of his head, the force almost knocking him off his feet. He forced himself to straighten – right into a side heel kick to the face that knocked him on his ass. Even as he looked up at his attacker, she plunged her stake in his chest.

"Ah -."

"Shit."

Faith looked at the pile of ashes that had once been her tormenter's right- hand man, a face that had haunted her nightmares for months. To her surprise she didn't feel any elation at her nemesis' demise, only an empty feeling. She glanced around the battle, her eyes narrowing when she saw her predecessor being beaten by Trick's companion from earlier, the vampire that could only be Angelus. "Fuck!"

"Kendra," Angelus beamed down at the beautiful girl before him. Here was an opportunity. Maybe if he turned her, he'd have a Slayer-Vampire to rival Buffy, someone to build an opposing force around. Here was a real chance. "It's good to see you, how you've been, well I hope?"

The girl glared up at him. "I always told Buffy you were a mistake," she spat.

Angelus' smile widened. "Ah that sexy accent," he almost-purred. "I never told you what a turn-on it was did I?" Taking advantage of the Slayer's look of revulsion, he slammed a right into her face, staggering her backwards.

Anxious to use his advantage, he charged forward, only for Kendra to slide beneath his follow-up left hook and thrust her stake at his heart, the blow coming close enough to actually tear a hole through his shirt. "Ah lass," he drawled as he backhanded the Slayer away from him, "you'll be ripping my best shirt."

To her credit, Kendra charged back into attack, jumping into a spin kick that he just managed to duck under before landing a right hook in the girl's stomach. The girl grunted and fell like a stone to the ground. A grin on his face, Angelus went for a stomp to the face, comforting himself that any damage done to the dusky-toned beauty would be healed once she'd been turned.

Kendra's hands shot up, grabbed his foot and twisted, sending a jolt of pain shooting through his leg and him tumbling to the ground. Both he and his opponent reached their feet at the same time. He grunted slightly when the Slayer thrust her stake, catching him in the left shoulder. Ignoring the pain he snatched at the Slayer's wrist and twisted, grinning slightly at her pained gasp and the sight of the Slayer's stake clattering to the ground. Still holding onto her wrist, he ignored her other fist slamming into his side to headbutt in her face, shattering her nose. The Slayer let out a groan before falling to her knees, her other hand finally released.

Seeing the Slayer's hand lunge towards her stake, he kicked the weapon out of reach before crashing the point of his boot into her chin, knocking her onto her back. "Ah, my fourth Slayer, I wonder if knowing you will make you taste just the sweeter?"

Cordelia stared around the battleground, anixious for an opening, an unprotected back she could shove her stake into. "Cordy."

She jumped at a voice by her ear and spun round to face the speaker. Her heart returned to something approaching its normal cadence as she recognised the speaker. "Damn it Scott!" she squawked. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Scott Hope half-grinned. "Sorry Cor." The boy's face turned serious. "Xander told me that if trouble started I was to grab you and get the hell out of. Go to the fall-back camp."

"I'm not leaving -."

"Please," Scott's eyes were pleading, yet at the same time commanding, "it's what the boss wants."

Cordelia felt her will-power wilt. "Fine, which way?"

Scott nodded with his head to the warehouse offices towards the back of the building. "Through here."

"Okay," she hurried after the youth, then stopped when she realised her companion's face wasn't reflected in the grimy office windows, "oh god," she croaked. She turned to run only for her high heel to snap under her, sending her to the ground. She felt an improbably strong hand grab her pony-tail, jerking her head back and then a searing pain in her neck. Then nothing.

"Hey asshole!"

Angelus' half-turned head was met by a thudding right that knocked him back a step. Ignoring the pain roaring through his jaw, he grinned at the sultry brunette before him. "Why, you must be Faith," he purred. Not taking his eyes off the raven-haired warrior before him, he wiped away the blood trickling from his. "Trick told me all about you. Never quite mentioned how beautiful you are. Um," he licked his lips slowly, "do you taste as good as you look?"

The teen's eyes filled with a fury that made him all tingly. "You'll," she launched a side heel kick at him that he slapped away before leaping into a spinning backfist that exploded against his forehead, "never find out."

Angelus looked around him and scowled. His attack hadn't worked as well as he'd hoped, not only was Harris still alive, he should have killed that little bastard when he had the chance, but both of the Slayers were relatively unharmed thus ruining his hopes of ending Giles' little scheme. Worse still, all his minions were rapidly being wiped out.

Deciding a strategic withdrawal was in order, he bowed mockingly at the Slayer. "It's been fun Faith but I had a prior appointment." The brunette started towards him, he waggled a scolding finger at her before nodding towards a groaning Kendra. "You wouldn't leave your sister Slayer unprotected would you? Why any vampire hoping to make a name for themselves could snack on her."

Faith glared helplessly at him. "This isn't over!"

"Oh," he winked, "a second date. I can hardly wait."

Cursing, Faith dropped to her knee beside her fellow Slayer, relieved to see that despite the blood covering her counterpart's face, the injuries were superficial and already healing. "Thank you," Kendra slurred.

"Um, five by five," Faith shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable. No-one had ever thanked her for helping them before, she didn't know how to react to it. "You going to be -."

"Noo!"

Faith's head snapped towards the back of the warehouse. That sounded like the Xander guy. "Shall we?"

She turned to find her sister Slayer struggling to her feet. "Yeah."

Zabuto looked down on the youth holding his girl-friend's corpse, a feeling of profound sadness enveloping his being. This boy had seen, suffered so much. As had all his companions. And maybe, his brow furrowed in thought, maybe it simply wasn't necessary. "Miss," he grabbed the Wicca from before. "What's your name?"

He had to repeat his question three times before the young girl broke from watching her leader. "A...Amy."

He smiled. "Tell me Amy, what do you know about Vengeance Demons?"

Faith listened to the two Watchers and the resistance's two witches while all the time observing the sobbing man holding the girl's body. "He really loved her," she muttered. A hot, burning anger built up like a volcano inside her. Love was precious, like the way Jan had cared for her, some fucking demon didn't get to take it away and laugh about it, that was wrong. She turned to Kendra. "Let's get Angelus," she whispered.

Kendra looked shocked. "We can't leave without -."

"They're busy," she interrupted. "We kill a big fish like Angelus and they won't give a shit," Faith reasoned before adding a jibe. "You're not scared are ya?"

Kendra fell neatly into her trap. "Of course not!" she hissed back, bristling at the very idea.

Faith nodded her approval. "In that case, let's jet."

Giles looked up, something disturbing his senses. After a second he had it, Angelus had dared to attack his prizes. Snarling to himself, he slapped his bed partner's naked ass. "Buffy, get up."

The tiny blonde growled a protest. "What is it Giles?"

"That bloody Paddy," he snarled, "has tried to attack my Slayers."

"Oh," immediately Buffy rose and began to dress, her every movement sensual, "what do you want me to do?"

Giles considered the question for a moment. He had tolerated Angelus because as a new Master Vampire it gave him serious kudos having the likes of the notorious Scourge of Europe under his control. But now he'd overstepped the mark one too many times. "Kill him."

Buffy nodded. "And the Slayers?"

Giles sighed, noting the mad gleam in his love's eyes. "I need them alive Buffy," the blonde nodded and turned to leave. "Buffy," she turned back to him. He threw the corpse they'd had their fun with tonight. "Throw Harmony out with the other trash."

Giles morphed into his demonic face as his second-in-command left. "Why can't anything be simple?" While researching the ritual he'd used to reverse the childe-sire link he'd found another, even more interesting, ceremony, one that had been used in 3300 BC. to allow a vampire black mage to remove the barrier of invitation protecting people's homes, meaning that the vampire in question and any vampire who swore fealty to him could come and go as they wished. He didn't have the power to complete such a spell, but with the blood of two Slayers fuelling him, maybe just maybe.

Angelus seethed as he made his way through Sunnydale's darkened streets, he wanted something, anything, to kill, but the night's other denizens wisely gave him a wide berth. Getting that close to killing a Slayer but failing was like spending all night stalking a girl only to find you were drinking the blood of a junkie. "Damn bitches -."

Suddenly something smashed into his jaw, knocking him into a wall. "Pretty mouth like that won't get you many dates." Shaking his head clear, he walked into the centre of the alley, glaring at the raven-haired temptress stood before him, just the sort of girl his father had told him would be the death of him. He chuckled – well dear old dad had been right about that, the death of him and all his village. "What's so damn funny?"

He laughed at the girl's demand. "I was just thinking my mouth might not be pretty but when you don't care if the girl under you is wriggling or not, it doesn't much matter."

The sultry beauty's face creased in disgust. "You sick fuck!"

"What?" he arched an eyebrow. "Don't you like it kinky?"

"How about a little 2 on 1?" an accented voice asked from behind.

His back exploded in agony, knocking him down to one knee. He glanced over his shoulder to see Kendra staring mockingly at him. Oh shit, two Slayers one of him, this couldn't end well.

Surging to his feet, he flicked out a back heel kick only for Kendra to sway away from the attack, grab his ankle and throw him face-first into the wall. Even as he struggled to his feet, he was confronted by Faith, her blows knocking him back to the ground. "Fuck," exclaimed the brunette, "this is fu-, aw shit!"

Taking advantage of the respite his kick to the girl's pelvic area had garnered him, he started back to his feet, grabbed the wheezing Slayer by her pony-tail, and flung her to the ground. Turning to face the Jamaican, he smiled maliciously. "In my day, a pretty little thing like you knew her place, on her knees servicing her master."

Chuckling slightly at the girl's enraged expression, these bitches were so easy to manipulate – all you needed to know was the right buttons to press, he dodged a sloppy right, grabbing the wrist and pulling the girl onto a knifehand to the throat before sweeping her legs from beneath her. He went for a stomp to Kendra's head only for the girl's companion to sweep his legs from beneath him from behind. Hitting the ground on his knees, he started instantly to rise, conscious that for him being on the ground was death.

His eyes widened when Kendra's hands shot out from beside him to grab him around the collar. "Going somewhere?" Try as he might, he couldn't get lose. He screamed as he felt a stake enter his back.

"You five by five?" Faith eyed her fellow Slayer speculatively as she helped her to her feet. After a fight she was always buzzing, looking to get laid, but she somehow suspected Kendra was too vanilla to help her with that. Besides, she shuddered inwardly, Wes didn't like others touch 'his' property.

"I am fine thank you Faith," Kendra's smile caused butterflies in her stomach. Maybe there was a chance -.

"Oh look, two pretty Slayers in a row."

"Where are Faith and Kendra?"

Zabuto looked from left to right. "Oh bugger, I was so engrossed in research I didn't notice, where have those girls gone?"

Wesley looked at his fellow Watcher with barely hidden disdain. It looked like he was just like that stupid bugger who'd started all this, Rupert Giles, a liberal who didn't know how to keep a wilful little bitch in line. As his father had always said, a child needs discipline, and a Slayer with her powers needed more than normal. Well Zabuto might be prepared to let his Slayer run wild but he was a Whyndham-Pryce with all that entailed. "I'll cast a locater spell and go look for them," he volunteered, his tone even.

"Ah good man." Zabuto nodded. "I'll keep researching Anyanka."

Faith glanced at Kendra. "Buffy?" Kendra nodded, her heart breaking at seeing her friend like this. "That case, let's put her out of her misery."

Instantly her companion bounded forward, shooting out into a spinning kick. Buffy giggled before catching the leg at the foot and knee, and flinging Faith into the wall. Instantly Kendra leapt into the attack, throwing a flurry of punches that the diminutive vampire easily dodged before dropping her with a stunning left to the head. Suddenly Buffy giggled, her left leg shooting backwards to catch Faith on the jaw, knocking her back down. "Naughty naughty Slayer shouldn't cheat."

Kendra tried for a leg-sweep, but her adversary cleared her sweeping leg before kicking her in the chest, the blow hitting her with the force of a cannon ball. Wheezing for her breath, she was helpless as Buffy lowered her face to her neck. "Giles wants you alive, but just a little taste."

Suddenly, an explosion boomed out. The vampire screamed and staggered. Kendra looked up to see a furious looking Wesley stood at the end of an alley holding a shotgun. "Grab her," Wes glanced at a stunned Faith, "and come here!"

"Faith," her Watcher turned to her as Kendra ran into the resistance headquarters, "you've been a naughty girl."

Faith swallowed as she looked at her Watcher, hating the hungry look she saw in his eyes. When he looked like that she knew she was going to get hurt bad. "Thanks Wes-."

"In the back," her Watcher's voice trembled with desire, "now."

For a second she thought of defying her Watcher but she knew what happened to Slayers who disobeyed the Council. "Sure Wes," she whispered. Oh god, what was he going to do to her?