REPRECUSSIONS
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for the ones that I created like Kelli.
CHAPTER 26-THE PLAN BEGINS…
Seven long years of training and turmoil took over in a heartbeat as Buffy tumbled out of the hummer and snatched the scythe out of Angel's hand in one fluid motion. Her next move brought her into direct contact with the ubervamps. The first monstrosity fell without ever seeing the strike that killed it. Spike flung himself out through the open passenger side window and threw himself into the fight, doing his very best to guard Buffy's back. At first Sam made a feeble attempt to keep Spike and Buffy back at the hummer, but her words had yet to even leave her lips before Spike had smashed his fist into the closest ubervamp. Kennedy had managed to find a fire axe and, after giving Anya a deathly angry glare, exploded out of the hummer and raced into the fray, momentarily forgetting her broken nose. Xander slowly got out of the hummer and stood with one hand on the door and the other hanging limply at his side, trying to make up his mind as to what to do. Anya made up his mind for him as she squirted out of the hummer and sprinted up towards the vehicles front, intent on checking on Angel.
"Anya wait," Xander exclaimed with a shocked and worried tone to his voice as she passed him by before he rushed to her side, just as Angel painfully lifted his head and winced.
"Xander…Anya…what are you," Angel gasped out through a deep pain in his chest before he managed to push himself back up to a seated position.
"Thought we'd take in a show…what does it look like we're doing," Anya replied with an innocent smile at first before she furrowed her brows into a furious pout and smacked Angel on the arm.
"Ow…," Angel mumbled with a sad puppy dog look on his face before he unceremoniously slid off of the hood of the hummer and straightened himself out, complete with a painful hitch halfway up.
"Are you sure that you should just," Xander asked with a nervous frown on his face as he laid a hand on Angel's shoulder, and almost instantly snatched it away at the glare that Angel leveled in his direction.
"Don't you two have any friends that you should be stabbing in the back right about now," Angel angrily spat back at the two before he turned himself towards the fight and limped forward, intent on venting some if not all of his anger without snapping Xander's neck.
Faith and Oz scrambled forward as fast as they could, carrying a still unconscious Wesley between them while Connor kept the ubervamps off of their backs. Neither truly knew where they were headed but in their current predicament their destination was the least of their worries. Being Angel's son Connor was beyond human in means of strength, speed, and agility, but even he could not hold off the sea of death smashing upon him forever. Luckily for them they happened to almost run headlong into a heavily armed security detail of Wolfram and Hart sentries. Unlike normal guards sentries were not human, and never had been. Sentries resembled a cross between a Fyarl demon and part spirit, horrible beings that more closely resembled the ringwraith's from the Lord Of The Rings trilogy than anything else. Angel had initially sent them to patrol the darkest corners of Sunnydale, immediately killing anything that was hapless or unfortunate enough to cross their path.
"What the hell…," Faith exclaimed with a start after she very nearly ran headlong into one of the sentries, with it barely showing any outward notice of her presence.
"Get out of our…," Connor began to growl with a furious and rushed scowl on his face before Wesley surprised them all.
"No…s, stay away Connor…they're sentries," Wesley choked out before he was overtaken by a fit of coughing.
"What…," Faith spat out nervously, worried more about Wesley's health than the danger that she was in even though she wasn't fully aware of it.
"Sentries…immortal beings summoned by black magic, very powerful…," Wesley continued through chapped lips before he collected enough strength to grab onto the railing and pull himself to the wall.
"Once again with the magic, when will you people ever learn, using magic always ends in disaster," Connor grumbled with a very angry sneer on his face as he stepped away from Faith and Wesley and started to walk towards the hallway in which the ubervamps were soon going to be exiting.
"Magic is like money Connor, it is only evil when those that possess it misuse it," Wesley countered with such a determination in his eyes and voice that Faith couldn't help but smile with pride.
"What do you…how can you defend magic…," Connor shot back with a menacing glare on his face as he half turned back to concentrate his glare at Wesley.
"Because it's gotten us this far," Faith shouted quickly, before she fully knew what was happening, while Wesley looped an arm around her shoulders.
"Enough…fighting amongst ourselves won't solve anything, Wesley…are those sentries going to attack us or just…," Oz interjected with a shout as he jumped in between Faith and Connor, just as the growls of the ubervamps became able to be clearly heard rushing towards them.
"No…they won't attack us, but only because of my status with Wolfram and Hart," Wesley replied before taking a very deep breath and trying his best to stay conscious as Faith cast him a worried look, disguised as a sarcastic scowl.
"Hell of a health plan," Faith joked with her usual sarcastic tone of voice as she tried her best to look like she was angry at Wesley while keeping a wary eye on the sentries as they silently floated past her towards Connor and the hallway.
"Health, dental, accidental dismemberment and decapitation, can't get that kind of protection anywhere else," Wesley added with a cheesy smirk on his face before he couldn't help it any longer and leaned in and placed a hurried kiss on Faith's lips, one that she quickly and eagerly returned.
"We're in mortal danger and you two…," Oz started to say with an unhappy frown on his face before Faith silenced him with an angry glare and a low growl, all without fully prying her lips from Wesley's.
"Remembering what we're fighting for, now get out of the sentries way before they determine you to be a threat," Wesley added with an impatient and somewhat tired look on his face before Faith helped him over to a seat on a nearby chair.
"You heard what he said…now get over here," Faith interjected with a sarcastic scowl on her face as she stared angrily at Connor for a moment before he reluctantly stepped aside and let the sentries pass.
"Whoa…what are those things," A new voice asked with a fair amount of fear and surprise in her voice before Faith had to bite her bottom lip to keep from instantly springing into action and attacking the speaker.
"They're sentries, not human…not even close, they're harmless to us as long as the don't think we're a threat," Oz leapt in with a serious and nervous tone to his voice as he walked over and stood beside Willow, who was still pushing a nervous Dawn around in her wheelchair.
"So uh…let's not make them think that we're a threat…okay," Willow stuttered out with a very nervous smile on her face as she looked around at everyone in the small space before the sentries tore through the doorway and burst out into the hallway, meeting the onrushing horde of ubervampires head on.
"We should get going, even though I am fully confident in the ability of the sentries to stem the tide of those things this is only the beginning, and there's still to much that I do not understand about all of this," Wesley said with a nervous and a bit scared look on his face as he was able to get back up to his feet under his own strength, even though Faith stayed at his side, ready to jump in at the first hint of trouble.
"But where are we supposed to go, I should find my father, he'll want my help," Connor interjected with a very serious expression on his face before he started to hurry off, only to be stopped by Oz, who hurried to keep in front of him.
"Any idea where we're going," Kelli asked with a very worried and almost frantic look on her face as she helped the others to set Molly down softly.
"Sure…I know exactly where I'm going," Cordelia answered with a positive smile on her face that hid the fear beneath it well.
"Listen cupcake, I know that I may be a bit out of practice shall we say reading you…even I'm not that dumb," Lorne countered with a less than impressed frown on his face as he stood up and crossed his arms.
"Cordy…," Fred begged with a nervous look on her face and twitch of her hands as she stepped away from Molly and Kelli.
"What…come on people, I know where I'm going, trust me," Cordelia added with an innocent smile on her face, a smile that Fred and Lorne bought for about two seconds before both furrowed their brows and cast a light glare towards her.
"Somehow…I think not…," Molly sputtered out with a pained look on her face before she wiped the back of her hand across her brow to mop up some of the sweat that was beginning to sting her eyes.
"Hey, no comments from the peanut gallery, who the hell are you two anyway," Cordelia groaned with an annoyed frown on her face as she spun on her heel and glared down at Molly and Kelli.
"Well uh…," Kelli stammered out slowly under Cordelia's intensifying glare before Fred jumped in front of them and put her hands up defensively.
"Whoa Cordy…take it easy, they're not the enemy," Fred began with a nervous look on her face as she shook a bit out of fear.
"Yeah honey cakes…they two lovely young ladies hoping not to die tonight are potential slayers, like Buffy and Faith were before the slayer before them took the big dirt nap," Lorne added with a sincere and honest look on his face as he walked over and gently laid a hand on Cordelia's arm, hoping that she would take it in stride and settle down.
"Potential what…wanna run that by me again," Cordelia asked with a slightly confused look on her face as she took a step back and turned to Fred.
"They're potential slayers, okay look at it this way, you know the part about in every generation one is chosen to fight the forces of darkness and all and become the slayer right…okay good, well all over the world there's like hundreds of young girls that could become the slayer when the current one dies, they're all ready to become the slayer whether they like it or not, and so if something were to happen to Faith and she were to die then it's entirely possibly that Kelli or Molly here will become the next slayer," Fred answered after taking a deep breath and in between waiting for Cordelia to slowly nod her head in understanding.
"So then, shouldn't she be healing quickly or something," Cordelia asked, still a bit confused as to the whole process after finding out about the potentials.
"Unfortunately no…I'm just a potential, only the slayer has the handy dandy suped up healing factor…and all of the strength…and reflexes…," Molly replied sadly with a deep pout on her face as she let her shoulders droop even a bit more.
"So basically, until Faith dies…we potentials are just as normal as you and Ms. Burkle here," Kelli added with an impatient and worried expression on her face as she helped Molly to hold a bandage over the wound on her hip.
"Well no…I wouldn't say that…exactly, being a potential you two have slightly enhanced senses…," Fred began with an embarrassed smile on her face and shrug of her shoulders before she began to fidget with her hands.
"Hooray for us…," Kelli grumbled with a very sarcastic flip of her head and smile on her face before she gave Cordelia an icy stare and went back to helping Molly to try and stop the bleeding.
"Uh, I hate to be a burden here but…are you all just gonna let me sit here and bleed to death or am I gonna get this little nick patched up," Molly interrupted with an uncomfortable and slightly weak glare in her eyes as she first looked to Fred and then finally to Cordelia.
"Fine, we'll go…but you'd better not bleed on me," Cordelia answered with an unhappy scowl on her face as she threw up her hands in defeat and shook her head before she helped Fred and Lorne fashion a good enough bandage over Molly's wound.
To be completely and totally truthful Spike was in his element, or so he had boasted ad nauseam. Landing punch after punch Spike pressed onward, keeping Buffy in the immediate vicinity while dishing out as much damage as he could without a weapon. Using the scythe Buffy had been equal to a force of nature against the ubervampires, dusting one almost literally right after another. Angel fought hard as well but due to his injuries he soon began to falter, but only barely. Xander and Anya had initially, after snapping themselves back into reality from Angel's condemnation, tried to get into the fight but a very stern Sam had ordered them both to take Kennedy and get inside the hospital. Xander had started to argue but a quick and sudden elbow to the ribs by Anya and Xander had grabbed one of Kennedy's arms and the two together dragged the young potential out of the fight and into the hospital through a door that was almost off of its hinges.
"Care to explain something to me Peaches…why is it that I always have to keep saving your sorry ass…," Spike exclaimed with a very zealous smile on his face after he leapt onto the back of one of the ubervampires and did his best to snap its neck.
"Shut up Spike," Angel growled back with a very unhappy sneer on his face before he caught the left hook of a bloody ubervamp with the side of his face.
"Why do you two…always have…to fight, in the middle of an apocalypse…you'd think that you two could get along for…," Buffy interjected with an angry scowl on her face as she dove towards the ground, tuck and rolled underneath an attack, and then sprang back up to her feet, lopping off the head of three ubervampires in the process.
"Not my fault…," Angel mumbled out under his breath, making it sound like an accusation towards Spike, before he took another upper hook to the chin.
"Because otherwise we'd get along…and no one in their right mind wants that," Spike added with an excited smile on his face before he lunged in between two clawed hands and tackled Buffy to the ground mere seconds before Buffy would have been left a foot shorter.
"Don't you ever stop running your mouth," Sam shouted with an angry expression on her face as she poured most of her first clip into two ubervampires that finally noticed her standing beside the hummer and thought her an easy mark. She had barely proven them wrong before a quick acting ubervamp slashed its claws across Sam's stomach, leaving five nearly foot long gouges from one him to the other, barely avoiding her bellybutton. Sam's scream of pain instantly broke the odd sense of confidence that Angel, Spike and Buffy had going.
"Oh no…Sam," Buffy nearly screamed with a very shocked and frantic look of desperation on her face before she dusted another ubervampire and would have continued fighting on had she not noticed several harbingers rushing to bolster the Firsts numbers in the battle.
"Buffy what…bloody hell," Spike said with at first surprised and subtly startled look on his face as he spun around just in time to see Buffy disappear behind a wall of harbingers.
"Who invited them," Angel growled with an angry frown on his face as he leapt up off of the ground, used the wall as a springboard and tackled a pair of ubervampires to the ground.
"Two guesses…and they're both the First…," Spike joked with a smug grin on his face before he threw himself at the first harbinger to cross his path.
"This is…not good," Sam sputtered out awkwardly before tears stung her eyes and she coughed up a little bit of blood as she scooted back away from the fray.
"Sam…hold on," Buffy shouted above the din as she hacked and slashed at anything that moved with the scythe, at times barely missing lopping off one of Angel arms and one of Spike's legs before she cleared the fighting.
Deep beneath the ground it began to awaken, over seventy feet long and thirsty with revenge on the slayer. The denizens had woven spell after spell over it, in an attempt to make sure that when its time to shine came it would not disappoint them. The behemoth had breathed the air above ground once before, but had met a disasterous fate at the hands of the slayer. But this time would be different; this time the behemoth would have alongside its new master, one who had promised it the slayer on a spit in exchange for its aid. But there were not only thoughts of one slayer on the behemoths mind. Instead its thoughts were clouded by a second slayer, one that it had grown protective of in its human form. With its masters plan well into motion the behemoth opened its massive mouth and slithered towards the hellmouth, ready for its second chance. Leading it out of the hellmouth and back into the world above would be the privilege and responsibility of the first vampire lord to fall at the petite slayer's hand.
"This is getting us nowhere," Faith stated with a frustrated and unhappy scowl on her face as she turned on one security camera after another within the hospital, allowing Wesley to sit down beside her and stare at the dozens of small screens in the security room.
"It's called a tactical advantage Faith," Wesley replied with a small yawn before he leaned back in his chair and gingerly rubbed his tired eyes, as Faith moved to be at his side while she crossed her arms.
"Where's Buffy," Dawn interrupted with a worried look on her face as she pushed herself up out of the wheelchair, against Willow's wishes, and staggered her way over to the screens, leaning heavily on the back of Wesley's chair.
"I'm not sure yet Dawn…Faith only just turned the cameras on…wait a minute…," Wesley began to answer with an uncomfortable look on his face before he noticed some movement on one of the screens out of the corner of his eye.
"Who…or what the hell is that," Faith asked with a confused and alarmed expression on her face as she uncrossed her arms and leaned forward a bit onto the counter, laying her left hand over Wesley's right.
"You got me…," Oz chimed in with a confused look on his face as he shrugged his shoulders and turned to Willow, who looked whiter than a ghost as her eyes were as wide as silver dollars.
"Willow…," Dawn asked softly as she turned back to look at Willow just as Connor stepped forward and squinted at the screen.
"It can't be…we killed him…," Willow stuttered out with a look of total shock and terror on her face before she half collapsed down into Dawn's vacant wheelchair, dropping her head into her hands and softly moaning to herself.
"Who…we killed who…," Faith asked impatiently with a nervous feeling growing in the pit of her stomach as Wesley lifted the palm and fingers of his right hand up just enough so that Faith could hook her fingers in between his and give his hand an unsure squeeze.
"It's Adam…," Willow finally stated after a few quiet tense moments, and from the look of sheer panic on her face none were quick to ask for any more information.
END OF CHAPTER 26