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Eyliena

Kayla moved along in the dark behind her friend. She didn't understand why all new slayers were always out at night on the exact night they had to go find her. She shivered as a slight breeze passed by her skin and pulled the thin jacket tighter around herself. She hurried to catch up to her blonde friend, it was meant to be warmer in this country than the last, but the two had just happened to arrive on some particularly cold, wet days and the rain had only just let up. Kayla had refused to go out into the rain, and so it was determined that they would go out during the night… again. Although it was kind of justified since the potentials they went to find were usually school-aged and so would be there during the day. Of course, the large silver and red scythe that one of the girls wielded would stand out in the day time, so the two of them would probably be arrested for carrying a weapon. Kayla looked over to the scythe in her friend's hand. If there had been anyone around, there may as well have been out during the day, because it shone so bright even without any light to reflect and anyone would be able to see that it was a very sharp and very deadly weapon.
"How much further do we have to walk?" Kayla whined. "You'd think that we would have gotten an apartment closer to where this girl lives."
"It is closer, Kayla." Came the reply. "The girl is not at home, and it's just a little further." Her voice was filled with a practiced patience. "Don't be impatient. You know that we have to see if this girl is fit to be activated as a slayer or not." Kayla nodded and stared at the scythe, the memories of so many rouge slayers over the years filling her mind. Kayla had heard all of the stories, when Willow cast her spell; all the potentials in the world were suddenly slayers, which meant the old women and young babies, good people and criminals had become slayers had become slayers. Rather than so many slayers reducing the demon population, more slayers meant that many demon groups were now supported by slayers, and the new and old scoobies had to clean up all the mess that the spell had made, but with so many slayers all over the world and so many new ones being born, it was too hard to be everywhere at once and control all of the slayers. In frustration, Willow was forced to remove the spell she had cast. Luckily, as the years went by and the slayers who had already been activated were controlled, Willow became stronger and a new spell was cast that activated only those potentials that Buffy chose could become slayers. Buffy was the new power and handpicked the slayers.
The hard journeys to seek out potentials and help them to become slayers were undertaken by Buffy and her loyal friends. Buffy suddenly had the power to choose her own slayers, as well as find any potentials from far away thanks to a little help from Willow. There were still rouge slayer outbursts from time to time, but eventually, they got too old to handle the pressure of being criminals. Buffy had to quell these, and still control the demon population, but she was happy, even though her responsibilities had grown since she became the leader of all the slayers of the world. Faith was still around, of course, but she had denied any sense of responsibility after the rouge slayers had all disappeared. She was very much enjoying the small amount of life that she was able to have without the world of pressures Buffy had to deal with. She wasn't completely without burden, though, as Buffy continually sent new slayers and potentials who needed training to her.
Kayla smiled as her comrade finally stopped and peered around a corner. Kayla looked around the corner as well, to see two girls who were conveniently standing in the light that came from a closed shop's street lamp. The larger of the two girls stepped up to the smaller one and shoved her head into the wall; she then proceeded with beating the poor girl up.
"Oh no," Kayla moaned. "Don't tell me THAT'S another potential slayer, because I'm sick of these dead-end psycho girls who live to fight with other people."
"No." She replied, stepping into the dimmed light so that Kayla could see some of her features. The scythe shone with reflected, practically burning with the name of its owner.
Buffy Summers.
Buffy moved over to the two girls and roughly pulled the larger girl off the smaller one, brandishing the scythe as she did so. The girl took one look at the weapon in Buffy's hands and ran, while the slightly beaten cowered against the wall. Kayla moved closer to them to hear the girl's reaction.
"I've heard of you." The girl said thoughtfully while still cowering against the wall and not taking her eyes off the scythe.
"You have?" Buffy asked curiously.
"They've probably all heard of the girl with the wicked-looking weapon who turns up, and most of the time, the girl who she approaches is never seen again…" Kayla supplied for Buffy's benefit. "You shouldn't flatter yourself." She turned slightly to address the girl. "Have you heard that rumour?" She asked. The girl nodded and Buffy lowered the scythe quickly.
"Sorry." She apologised. "I'm not going to kill you, if that's what you're thinking." She handed the scythe over to Kayla, who was definitely less threatening than Buffy was with the weapon, and held out her hand to help the girl up.
"I'm Buffy Summers." She said. The girl cautiously took her hand and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet.
"Angela." She replied, still looking warily at the scythe that Kayla held in her hands. Kayla watched closely as Buffy stiffened, and she held out her free hand to Angela.
"Kayla." She greeted her. Angela shook her outstretched hand quickly and then looked back over to Buffy. "Don't worry about her." Kayla assured her. "It's just that your name is kinda familiar to her."
"Oh." Angela said softly as she turned back to Kayla.
"So, do you have a home around here somewhere where we can talk?" Kayla asked her. Angela shook her head. "Do you live on the streets, then?" Kayla tried to keep the sympathetic tone out of her voice because she knew Angela wouldn't like it. Angela just shook her head.
"I live in an orphanage." She said tonelessly.
"Okay, so… is it close?"
"They won't let me in now." Angela stated flatly.
"Alright, then. We're gonna have to get you somewhere to stay tonight. Buffy, can we take her home with us?"
"What?" Buffy was suddenly woken from her daze.
"Buffy, we need to get Angela cleaned up, can we take her home?" Buffy shivered at the name, and without any practised patience, Kayla blew up. "Buffy! You have to let go! It was years ago, and it wasn't even your fault!" Buffy just looked at her, her face conveying no emotion at all.
"Come on." She said to Angela. "You come with us and we'll talk. You can't stay out on the street all night."
"Oh, so you were listening." Kayla said, raising her eyebrows. Buffy rolled her eyes and took the scythe from Kayla as she walked past.

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